SOGT

After 3 years, my blog has evolved to a refuge that I turn to when I seek solace. Funny how things turn out.

You take a step to try, not knowing if it's all that right for you, but you try anyway because you think it does and things may not turn out like how you imagine it to be. Still, you look back fondly and browse through the memories. I used to rave about food didn't I? :)

I've always thought that if things didn't turn out the right way, it was my fault, my decisions, my expectations. It was always this way, and I ended up short changing myself, telling myself that hey, things didn't work out because you didn't try hard enough, or I could have done it better. Then I tell the world that it was so, to convince myself. I don't see the point in painting myself as the victim or cry buckets. My friends think I'm amazingly strong. I think it's just how you choose to live life.

I found myself hurt to an unbearable extent on Sunday. Yet, two hours later, I could walk down Orchard road with almost no hint of sadness. I was asked if it were mood swings and found myself amused. I told him that I could either carry a glum face and ruin someone else's day or I could be thankful and put on a positive attitude to enjoy the day. It's all a choice. Half cup full or half a cup empty. I could never make someone else suffer with or for me.

It was also Sunday itself that I found out how giving drew an influx of calls and texts over the next 48 hours. A friend caught me crying, or sobbing in his context and he told half the world. In his defense, he said it was SOGT - Save our grace tye

I received the cutest, most heartwarming text ever:

On a serious note, I think you are the perfect you.
People around you feel happy with your presence. It's like you are the sun radiating energy.

And no it wasn't by someone who had a crush on me.

Walls crumbled and I smiled, emanating from within.

Thank you for that. SOGT. Very nice indeed :)