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Moment’s with Strangers

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I love sharing an intimate moment with a stranger (not the one night stand kind although I’m sure that’s very nice as well).  It helps me feel connected to the world and makes you realize how we are all so similar and all human.

It doesn’t have to be a sit down and cry raw emotion type of moment but even a commiserating glance with someone else who has been waiting a long time at the cash register, a smile with someone else who saw something funny on the sky train; anything that connects you with another person for a moment.  I just LOVE that.  I get shivers.  I love feeling like part of one giant circle of life.  I’m a Lion King era baby what else can I say? :)

I’ve had some amazing “stranger moments” with people and so many people who have touched my life without even knowing it.  I’m not being dramatic but I could have died and been raped if not for some strangers so… thank you to all the strangers out there!  I’m sure I’ll have a “Five People You Meet In Heaven” moment with you on the other side.

Bullies

If you only have ten seconds read this:

You have two choices on how to deal.  You can either “scrap it out” or shut up.  You can’t NOT scrap it out and still run your mouth – that makes zero sense.  Unless the other person can’t even be bothered to scrap it out with you… then you’re just lame for harbouring a hatred for someone who doesn’t even give an eff.  Screw bullies and eff bitches.

Now if you have more time to spare, here are my ramblings and philosophies on the two.  Maybe you will relate, maybe you feel I deal with things completely wrong but here jump in my head and let’s check it out.

Background.

As most of you know, I was born in Singapore and I moved to Canada in 1994.  What that means is that as a child I had this dorky Singaporean accent for my first few years in Canada (I still do actually but I’ve developed a Canadian one for when I’m oot and aboot), big ears, I was painfully shy and had a braid, and I didn’t know American tv shows or cartoons like Puff the Magic Dragon and Pippi Longstocking or Barney for the longest time.  I was somewhat culturally clueless and it left me feeling unbelievably displaced.  It’s a big change even if you are only a little kid to move from Asia to North America.  If you’ve read any of my previous blog posts you will know that I spent most of my time reading.  All in all I wasn’t a “cool” chick and I was bullied up until about gr. 4. 

Bullies.

A funny word for funny people.  Now that I’ve grown up and have become the pretty confident chicka I am today one would think that no one would ever dare to bully me, and if they did, that it wouldn’t affect me.  Not exactly the case.  There are still bullies in the world even at this age and it’s unfortunate that some people still feel the need to put others down in order to feel better about themselves.  When you’re older the face of your bully may change or even disappear.  Cyber bullying is unbelievable right now with sites like the Dirty and Facebook making it ok for anyone to make an account or post something nasty about you.  It may happen at work when you’re intimidated or pressured by an imbalance of power to do something you don’t want to.  It could be verbal/physical/social like excluding someone.  My policy now as it was then is to ignore it.  I actually find it funny when I encounter it; it makes me smile because I have come so far from the girl who used to come home to cry to my mother or disappear into a book.  But – that doesn’t mean that I’m immune to a bully.

At the core of it all, no matter how high my heels are, how expensive my jeans are or how big I can tease my hair (actually this is a lie I never tease my own hair, Tamara S from Pizazz does it for me – she’s awesome!), I’m still the same geeky Singaporean chick that I always was, I just have a lil more sway in my step.  It amazes me to know that some people in the world think I’m attractive (?? I know…don’t laugh!  GOSH you’re mean you bully!) because in my head I’m a total Looneytune and some situations that I’ve been in I just look around like haha wow who knewwww me, lil ol Sharin, would ever be here and I laugh inside like a maniac.  So if you see me walking with a smile on my face, I’m not smirking at you, I’m smirking at the world because you should never let anyone stop you from doing what you want to do.  You should never let anyone make you feel inferior. 

It does hurt when people don’t like me, I’ve always felt this overwhelming need to be liked but hey, you win some you lose some!  Stop stressing!  Do you feel the same way?  You can’t expect everyone in the world to like you and as long as they don’t like me for who I am rather than for what I’ve done – I’m ok with it.  Was that confusing?  Ok listen, if someone doesn’t like me because I’ve actually DONE something to them – then I am a bad person; I wronged someone knowingly or unknowingly and I am not ok with that.  I really do live my life trying not to wrong anyone.  If they don’t like me for my opinions or because I laugh too much or because I take attention away from them or whatever it is then SCREW THEM!  There are a few people (that I know about) that don’t like me and I never bothered to ask them why because it was out of the blue to me and I know that I’ve never done anything to them so… whatever.  Their loss.  I’m just being me and what other people think of me is none of my business.

If you really don’t like someone, then either shut up, or scrap it out.  I don’t necessarily mean be violent (although if that’s what you mutually want then whatever as long as it’s a fair fight) but you have to go head to head, say what you need and then move on!  You don’t have to settle the matter and be friends but as long as you’ve made your stance clear that you dislike the person then just continue living your life rather than making them the center of your hate filled world.  You cannot do NOTHING to square off against someone but then proceed to make funny faces, talk shit about them to other people and say the word “whore” under your breath every time you walk by each other.  That’s just a waste of your energy, it’s stupid and it makes you a bully (and immature!).

So to all the bullies out there, stop wasting your time!  To all the bullied people or people who have a few haters in this world, you must be doing something right because you have something that intimidates the other person.  There is something about you that they can’t control or can’t be/wishes they were like or maybe they are like you but they don’t have the confidence to showcase it and they want to bring you down.  That mean’s you’re coming out ahead of them brother, keep doing your thing and eff the haters!

Books (I couldn’t think of a better title.)

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I can’t believe I haven’t written about this subject before!  Books are my life.  I started reading in kindergarten and I can honestly say books were the only true friends that I had through elementary school.  During “free time” in class, I would choose to sit at my desk and read a book rather than play with other kids (partially because I was shy, but mainly because I found books more interesting than Pogs.  Ok, it was also partially because I was bullied a little as a kid lol.).  Teachers would praise my vocabulary but lament over how I didn’t interact with other students, and my parents were one of the few parents in the world that wished their child read less.
When I was really little (gr.1-2) I would read the amazing collection of books we had at home.  I loved books by Enid Blyton that were set in England with charming little English school children as their protagonists.  They would have tea with scones, go to boarding schools, and have amazing adventures at the sea during their school holidays.  It was all so “quaint” and “charming” and so unlike life as I knew it!  The kids had so much freedom to go about as they please, and their lives at home were almost always idyllic.  I would read amazingly illustrated books such as “The Folk of the Faraway Tree”, and "Grimm’s Fairy Tales” and it’s uncanny because the pictures in those books of a fairy or a dwarf or gnome are forever stuck in my head so if someone were to say “gnome” to me, I will to this day picture the gnomes from the illustrated books I used to read.  I still read those books occasionally and my favourite (The Folk of the Faraway Tree) is just as enchanting now as it was then.  I miss books like those, I haven’t seen any other children’s book that has that amount of creativity and storyline along with beautiful illustrations to this day.  If you know of any, do recommend it to me. 
Around grades 2-5 I graduated to slightly bigger books such as The Nancy Drew series, The Boxcar Children, The Hardy Boys, The Baby Sitters club, books by Judy Blume, Roald Dahl, and R.L Stine…tons of books that were in the library of my elementary school where I would spend every lunch hour.  Once I read those books, (I honestly read most of them), I graduated to telling my sister to bring books back from her junior high school’s library (they were the more grown up versions of R.L Stine’s books.. the Fear Street series etc whereas my elementary school only had Goosebumps).Yup, I was one of those kids… I went to the library during lunch hours.  Needless to say, I wasn’t a very sportive or popular child.  It’s funny because when I pick up a certain book that I read, I remember who I was at that time, more than a photograph of me when I was younger could tell me.  They’re like little keys to the mystery of who I am.
I would always borrow the maximum amount of books from the elementary library (a measly 4), and then borrow a huge amount of books from the local library.  The librarians (if they didn’t know me) would always comment and say “are you sure you’re going to get to read these all?” and I would laugh in my head like “Psh lady you have no idea.”  I read everyday, and I still do.  I can’t eat without reading (it’s a bad eating habit, much like watching tv when you eat because you consume a lot more food), I read before I sleep, I often read when I wake up, I read every spare moment I get.  Summer holidays to me were days that I would get to stay up late without being yelled at to go to sleep and read.  Days I could go outside and sit on the shed in my backyard by the apple trees and read.  Days I could walk down to “7/11 to get a slurpee” with friends but really I just wanted to go to the library.  A library to me is one of the most sacred and beautiful places in the world.  The libraries that I have posted pictures of above are libraries that I would love to visit one day!  Books just have a little voice, and so do libraries.  Maybe I sound crazy but I get a major thrill every time I go into a library.  I just wish I could stay there as much as I wanted, and uncover all the secrets each library (by way of their books) has to offer.  I honestly can’t explain the connection I have with libraries, it’s like another home to me.  Some people may feel at home on a basketball court, no matter where that court is in the world.  I feel the same way about libraries, and Gurudwaras. 
Today, I couldn’t even tell you what kind of books I love, because I really love them all.  I love the classics, I love light hearted “chick lits” (the book equivalent of a chick flick), and I love books by ethnic authors (mainly Indian authors).  Here are some of the books that I’ve liked over the past few years:
What the Body Remembers - Shauna Singh Baldwin
A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts
Reconciliation - Benazir Bhutto
Londonstani - Gautam Malkani
Beneath A Marble Sky - John Shors
Family Matters - Rohinton Mistry
Brick Lane - Monica Ali
Bel Canto - Ann Patchett
Salt & Saffron - Kamila Shamsie
The Folk of the Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton
Harry Potter books - J.K Rowling
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Valley of the Dolls - Jacqueline Susann
Daaku - Ranj Dhaliwal
P.S I Love You - Cecilia Ahern
Angels And Demons - Dan Brown
The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga
Q&A - Vikas Swarup
Bungalow 2 - Danielle Steel
Bitter Sweet - Roopa Farooki

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