Life Begins at 20

Because I said so.

*strikes fierce pose*

It is only the first minute of the fifth day of the year and so much has already happened! I’d initially wanted to post a super emo post which I’d written halfway on a bad morning but decided against it after re-reading those 900 words of emotional outpouring. Afterall, this IS my 200th post. I shouldn’t waste it on a bad impulse right?

So happy 200th post to me! I mean, not me but my blog.

Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one that says “Anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong”? Gosh. Why does it have to be so true? Why hasn’t he (assuming Murphy was a guy) said something like “EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS PERFECT *bright smiley face*”? Then maybe everything in this world WILL be perfect.

But I guess that wouldn’t be life anymore. Not life on Earth anyway.

I think everything I’ve said is coming back to bite me. Last month I said that I was scared that something would pop up out of nowhere because there are still 2 months before school starts and guess what? It has. And I said that I wasn’t ready to be 20 and to grow up but I guess life is forcing me to now. So far I think I’m pretty happy with myself. Let’s hope it stays that way.

I wonder how the rest of the year is going to turn out. If the first few days are already so drama-filled, I think I should cease my imagination when I try to look into the future. Maybe I should start calling tv producers! Our lives in JB would make such a good reality show! Or even a soap opera! *runs of to look for numbers of producers* Our ratings would totally explode okay because, you know, everyone wants a piece of us. *flips hair*

Oh! Today I randomly wiki-ed around and read about Fran Drescher. Okay I can’t remember/pronounce her last name but if you remember The Nanny then you’ll remember her. She’s the main character with the nasally voice. OMG I am so inspired by her! If Wikipedia is reliable enough a source to go by  (which I think it is because I read the transcript at the external link as well), this was what happened:

In January 1985, two armed robbers broke into Drescher’s and Jacobson’s Los Angeles apartment. While one ransacked their home, the other raped Drescher and a girl friend at gunpoint. Jacobson (her then husband) was also physically attacked, tied up, and forced to witness the entire ordeal. It took Fran many years to recover, and it took her even longer to admit this to the press.

And this too:

After two years of symptoms and misdiagnosis by eight doctors, Drescher was admitted to Los Angeles’s Cedars Sinai Hospital on June 21, 2000, after doctors diagnosed her with uterine cancer.

Rape and uterine cancer. Pretty shitty life if you ask me. But the thing is, she’s still so.. positive. I read the transcript of the interview and I was so impressed by how strong she’d sound with almost no hint of  being indignant. And she still has that megawatt smile and that ear-piercing nasally laugh. It’s as though life has never decided to take a dump on her. But I guess things wouldn’t be the same afterall if life had been all fine and dandy.

I guess it comes to show that strength is accumulated not from the number of times we’ve sailed smoothly through a journey but from the times we’ve fallen and had to pick ourselves up. I guess that’s why they say everything is a blessing in disguise. It just depends on how you choose to see it. That’s one new year resolution over there.

Oh! I made a visit to her cancer support organisation as well It’s called Cancer Schmancer (and she has a book with the same title. I shall search for it soon!) and I think it’s a really good cause. I think there are wayyy too many organisations with good causes that it’s really difficult to decide on which one to contribute to sometimes. I guess you can’t help them all. And I don’t think we’re expected to either.

I guess the fact that we have so many support groups out there is because there are a lot of groups that need support duh. I guess different people go through different ordeals in life and a lot of people have been and are still oppressed in many ways. Sometimes we think whatever problems we’re going through wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else so we decide to keep quiet about them. Truth is, somewhere in this world, someone else is probably going through the same thing and is probably thinking that he’ll never make it through. And then maybe he doesn’t. It’s good to hear success stories sometimes because they are hard to come by.

And the thing about success stories is that they’re all subjective. No one is to judge which one is paler in comparison because everyone is different and we all have different things that matter to us. Some people think the biggest failure is to score a 99% in a Math exam, while some think that having gum stuck in their hair would be the worst thing that could ever happen to them. I guess we just have different views and different priorities. Some of us might have the same ones but even if we don’t, I think respect should still be in the picture. No one is supposed to stuff their opinions up anyone’s asses just for the sake of winning. That’s another new year resolution.

Bah. I think it’s getting late and this post is getting too wordy. You guys probably stopped reading 5 paragraphs ago I shall end here.

Before that, another new year resolution: post less crappy photos.

That’s all!

Cya!

XOXO