Perfectly Imperfect

The goal is not to be perfect; the goal is to be accepted for the imperfections.

Category: Nothingness

Whirlwind into 2017

2016 saw dramatic changes of my relocation from Perth to Denmark. It was meant to be a 6 months stay which extended to a year. If I had kept my original plan, I would be leaving Denmark for Singapore a day before Valentine’s day. 2016 ended with a visit in Copenhagen, a “field trip” as described in the lesson plan of…

Vampire Walk – Limited by the Sun

The weather is taking a cooler turn, and I thought it would be such a good idea to take a mini “exploration” into the forest-ish trail to clear my head for a bit. So, I am clad in my favorite red jacket (which is my only jacket as I decided to leave all my thick warm coats behind during my transit in Singapore…

New Chapter in Odense, Denmark

I have arrived in Odense, Denmark for slightly more than a week now. There hasn’t been much time to “settle in” to the new environment. I was beyond exhausted since the Master Class for Asperger’s in Perth, followed by endless feasting and shopping for 3 days in Singapore, finally the last leg of 15 hours flight to Copenhagen, Denmark. Diffusion…

The Promise

There is a philosopher in me, and it should not come as a surprise. I am an idealist and would die for a good romance. The basics of philosophy highlight the emotional self-awareness – the philosophical movement of romanticism. Although it opposes the rationalization derived from sciences to explain nature, such notion is seemingly fading. Today, philosophy integrates all schools…

Study Plan – Neuroplasticity

Redefining Limitations My limitations defined by my disability are likely to be the secret ingredients to my ‘success’ story. When I say ‘success’, I mean staying alive and generally well. The closest friends and family who knew me since I was a child would describe me as rigid, stubborn, disciplined, and determined. Although I am only diagnosed with Asperger’s in…

The Lesson of Bad Old Shoes

Sometimes we pick up the old pair of shoes and put them on again, because we don’t have other pair of shoes, or we are just too lazy to find another pair that fits. Or worse, we are on a rebound! (You don’t believe? You haven’t meet enough women who are crazy about shoes, they mourn over shoes! – I am not one of them, I am a one pair of shoes woman, literally!)
When we have no shoes, or too impatient to hunt for that perfect pair again, we compromise for less, much less, and conveniently forget the pain that this pair of old shoes once brought. Perhaps there was a time that it fitted quite well, but that time has passed, yet we convinced ourselves that we could rekindle the good old comforting feelings once again.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that all old shoes are no good. I am saying that the problematic ones are problematic.

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