Monday, June 22, 2015

A Spark Of Light

I have just realized, that somewhere in the Postsecret exhibition at the Smithsonian Institute in DC, there a piece of me.

Back in 2006 I created a postcard which was published on website and currently among thousands of them that is on display at the Smithsonian. I wont tell you which one it is, after all it is about my secret. But it sure feels awesome.

Friday, June 19, 2015

It Is Life, Jim, But Not As We Know It

A year ago today, I slipped. That split second event has changed my life forever.
It has been hard, physically and mentally, but life goes on and so must I.
I know I am still lucky that I still have my job, that I can still function pretty normal, that my friends and family support me.

I guess this is part of growing up. One of my friends said, if I pass this trial, it means I graduated to the next level.  To be honest, I don't care about the next level.  I do believe in what that lady said to me back in Rotterdam: "every thing is going to be alright".. eventually.  I don't know when, I don't know how, but It will somehow.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Six Words Story

Stranger. Friend. Best Friend. Lover. Stranger.

Monday, March 02, 2015

Just Saying..

Monday, December 01, 2014

The Stick

I carry a walking stick with me most of the time I am not home now. My mom and O complained about it, saying I look like an elderly. That all I need is to do physiotherapy and be done with the stick. Tonight I met this guy who works across the floor who asked about my stick and after I explained why I carry it with me, told me that I shouldn't make a habit out of carrying it. Isn't it great when someone who talked with you for about 5 minutes be the expert of your life and told you what to do? :) Let's back track to where it started. Last June, 19th of June to be exact, which was The anniversary of grandfather's death, also known as the death of my previous live I fell off the stairs at work. Apparently I was one of many victims of that precise stairs. I was quite lucky, if one can call it lucky, that I didn't need any surgery or broke any bone. I do, however, left with torn ligaments and an autoimmune disease. I graduated from a wheelchair to a walker to a walking stick as my feet is getting better in 2 months. The problem is with my autoimmune, I now have the tendency of getting dizzy when I am tired or stress out or both. It comes and goes as it pleases. My podiatrist agrees that it is better for me to carry the walking stick in case I was by myself and get dizzy so I have less chance of falling. I don't use it at home or at the office as there are plenty of furniture that I can grab to steady myself. However, to go to the restroom at the office I still carry my stick when I go there by myself as the floor is slippery enough when it is dry and most of the time the restroom floor is wet due to people doing ablution before praying on the faucet which they are not supposed to do. Did I mention I fell twice there between February and May almost knocking my head on the wall? I don't get why all these people object my carrying my stick when they are not there 24/7 with me to help me when I feel dizzy or about to faint. By carrying it I can maintain my independence at some degrees, as I don't have to wait for anyone to get around. I wish there is a walking stick that you can fold like an umbrella which you only open when you need it, sort of like the stick that is use by the blind, only it has to be sturdy enough to hold my body weight. This might be the beginning of a project.. like they say, every ending is a new beginning you just don't know it at the time.