Piggy’s Life

July 29, 2009

I’m Proud of Myself

Filed under: Life, Love — by gracieq @ 3:42 pm

I tortured myself quite a bit in the first 2 weeks after the break up. I needed wanted to know if he is suffering as much as I was during that period of time. I was sad, I was depressed, I was confused.

I kept going to his FB whenever his updates pop up in my newsfeed. My logical mind forbade me from visiting his page but my heart ruled over my rationale then. Each time, without consciously realising it, I will click on his updates and read them. I end up getting more depressed and angry as a result of the aftermath.

My friends kept advising me against going to his page.

“Go to options in FB and hide his newsfeed! You need to let him go!!!”

I understand where they were coming from. Even my logical side agreed with them. However, the mind is weak. Every part of my being missed him to the point of breaking over and over and over again.

It has been a month since the break up. I can feel myself slowly but surely moving on. Yes, there are times where I feel the tears threatening to break the dam when his name was mentioned but I have managed to control my feelings every single time.

I went through the sadness, being depressed and feeling angry. I still feel sad and angry at times but a new feeling has now emerged – pity. I pity him for being unable to truly be happy with the good things that happen in his life. Perhaps MT is right. He is happy being unhappy and he just could not and would not see or acknowledge that fact.

I was browsing around in FB when his update popped up in my newsfeed today. I have not received any of his updates in close to a week before today. Without a moment’s hesitation, I click on the “Hide” button beside his update on my newsfeed. FB confirmed that I will not see any of his updates permanently. The “Undo” button was bold and highlighted. I just stared at it til it went away.

I am proud of myself today. I have taken a brave step towards the future. I am gradually casting the past away.

July 28, 2009

Dusun Names for the Nunuk Ragang Dancers

Filed under: Fun & Crazy, General, Happy Things, Life — by gracieq @ 11:30 am

Fluffball, a descendant of the Dusun, has been doing a great job in choreographing the dance. She has also gone to great lengths to explain the legend to us and guide us in our acting/emoting part to BE the character that we are taking on so that it actually shows throughout the dance.

I think, in one of her attempts to make us, her dancers, get even more excited about performing Nunuk Ragang, Fluffball has given all of us Dusun names. It worked because all of us love our Dusun names to bits! Somehow, it has given us an extra boost to do better in the dance – for her and for ourselves.

Here is the list of the dancers’ Dusun names and their meaning:

  1. Child 1: Atamis = Cool
  2. Child 2: Alasu = Hot
  3. Woman 1: Aragang = Red
  4. Woman 2: Muhang = Love
  5. Warrior 1: Darun i Duramun = Storm
  6. Warrior 2: Rombituon = Stars
  7. Warrior 3: Ogirot = Tough
  8. Tribesman 1: Hurak = Tear
  9. Tribesman 2: Kokot = Bite

Here’s to a great performance for the rest of the week! Aramaiti!!!

July 27, 2009

Assessing the Competition

Filed under: Life, Misc. — by gracieq @ 4:45 pm

Watching the dance performances in Week 1 of Short+Sweet Dance was a bad idea for the nerves.

All of us in Nunuk Ragang decided to watch Week 1’s performance on Saturday night as a show of support to our fellow dancers and also to gauge the size of the stage for the positioning of our dance. I truly enjoyed watching the first 4 dance pieces performed and did not think of anything else but drowning myself in the emotions exuded and technicality of the dances.

I was mesmerised by Walking with Angels when all of a sudden, I was seized by panic. Questions started floating around in my head.

Are we going to be as good as they are? What am I doing here?! Why do I have to intimidate myself by being here?! Can the audience feel the joy, pain, menace and anguish in our dance? Are we trying enough? Will the audience be able to tell how green and stiff I am in the dance? Arggggggh!!!

I did my best to push those questions out of my head and tried to enjoyed the rest of the dance pieces, which I did for the most part of it. HOwever, there is still a nagging doubt in my head.

Right after the performance has ended, I turned around to the rest of the Nunuk Ragang crew and wailed! Yep, I wailed about how worried I am about performing to a crowd this big. Empress said that we’ll be fine and advised us to just continue doing what we have been doing in all our rehearsals so far. Pilates Girl added that our dance piece is rather different from everybody else’s in terms of song and presentation. She was confident that we would do well and attract the crowd’s attention enough for them to vote us into Gala Night.

I calmed down considerably after listening to Empress, Pilates Girls and a few other friends’ pep talk. Still, I cannot help but think, “What the hell am I doing here?Assessing the competition to see if we are any better than all of them?

Nobody knew this but I was hyperventilating when I got home that night after supper and was close to throwing up in the bathroom. This case of jitters is really baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

July 24, 2009

The Legend of Nunuk Ragang

Filed under: General, Happy Things, Misc. — by gracieq @ 3:48 pm

Since young, I have always been fascinated with folklores and legends. I find the world of magic and mysticism very exhilarating and often times wished that I was a part of it all.

I remember Mum getting a set of Disney encyclopedia for me and one of the books in the series were concentrated only on legends such as Pandora’s Box and King Arthur. Needless to say, I devour that one book from the box of encyclopedia over and over again. The other 24 books in the set were…ignored. :P

Who would have thought that more than a decade later, I will be performing in a dance based on a legend! Furthermore, it is my debut dance performance!

*cues in high-pitch, girly squeals*
Considering my love for legends, I thought I would share the Sabahan legend which the dance is based on here with everybody. I will be writing it based on the stories that Fluffball had told us dancers and what I have read from Google so far (yeah, yeah, I am a Googling and proud of it! :P )
Nunuk Ragang, in literal translation, means Red Banyan Tree in Dusun. The legend of Nunuk Ragang tells the tale of why the Kadazandusuns left their original homeland to spread across Sabah.

The Kadazandusuns are believed to have originated from the land known as Nunuk Ragang where paddies grew bountifully and game were a plenty. The people reaped rewards from the Gods and were happy and live in peace. Little did they know that they have enemies who wanted their land.

The enemies tried to take over the land by force but failed when they were defeated by the village warriors. Undeterred, the enemies tried again – this time with a trap in the river where the children use to bath.

They placed sharpen bamboo spikes in the river bed and lay in wait for the children and the perfect time to strike again. When the children ran to the river and dived in for their morning bath, all of them got spiked and died.

However, one child survive this cruel death. A limp boy who was not able to join his friends for the morning bath saw the whole incident and quickly alerted the village elders who were working in the paddy fields.

At the same time, after the children got spiked in the river, the enemies planned their next move and got ready to strike the village again. The village elders, enraged by the death of the children, were prepared this time and fought off the enemies til every single one of their enemies were felled.

Heartbroken by the incidents that had happened, the Kadazandusun decided to leave Nunuk Ragang and hence, the exodus began.

And that is how today, we can find Kadazandusuns spread all over Sabah. To end it all in a cliche note (it is debatable, I know but please let me have this ending)…

…they all live happily ever after!


July 22, 2009

Almost Here by Brian Mcfadden & Deltra Goodrem

Filed under: Love, Misc. — by gracieq @ 1:00 am

A jiwang song for the jiwang soul.

Yes, I am into all the jiwang song tonight at home and yes, I am a sadist because I like to feel my heart hurts. When it hurts, it shows that I am still capable of feelings. Anyway, somehow, this particular song seems to emulate exactly what I am going through right now. It meant differently to me years ago compared to what it means to me today. Funny, isn’t it? We intepret the same song differently at different points in our lives.

Before I go off tangent again, here is the lyrics that I want to share:

Did I hear you right
‘Cause I thought you said
Let’s think it over

You have been my life
And I never planned
Growing old without you

Shadows bleeding through the light
Where a love once shined so bright
Came without a reason

Don’t let go on us tonight
Love’s not always black and white
Haven’t I always loved you?

But when I need you
You’re almost here
And I know that’s
Not enough
But when I’m with you
I’m close to tears
‘Cause you’re only almost here

I would change the world
If I had a chance
Oh won’t you let me

Treat me like a child
Throw your arms around me
Please protect me

Bruised and battered by your words
Dazed and shattered how it hurts
Haven’t I always loved you

But when I need you
You’re almost here
And I know that’s
Not enough
But when I’m with you
I’m close to tears
‘Cause you’re only almost here

Bruised and battered by your words
Dazed and shattered now it hurts
Haven’t I always loved you

But when I need you, you’re almost here
(Well I never knew how far behind I’d left you)
And when I hold you, you’re almost here
(Well I’m sorry that I took our love for granted)
(Now I’m with you, I’m close to tears
‘Cause I know I’m almost here)
Only almost here


July 20, 2009

Talking to Mum Again

Filed under: Family, Life — by gracieq @ 3:04 pm

Last night was the first time in many months since Mum and I actually talked on the phone for more than 1.5 hours!

I was estranged from Mum for quite a while because of the whole I-am-dating-a-Malay-boy-and-she-vehemently-objected-to-the-idea-of-me-possibly-becoming-a-Muslim business. Things were so strained between us that having a conversation that lasts at least half an hour was considered a miracle. Our conversations turned awkward and there were issues that cannot be broached less those issues turn into another full-fledge argument where both parties will end up feeling severely hurt.

I have not told her about the break up yet. Some friends suggested that Mum would be the best person to comfort me at this time of grieve and heartbreak but I do not think that I will be able to take it should she decide to give me the whole I-told-you-so talk. I may break down all over again and the dam will burst without trying to stop this time. I am taking the time to heal and once I am ready, the break up news will be delivered to her; at a time where I will not be susceptible to burst into tears again.

In the meantime, I am slowly but surely working to get myself into Mum’s good graces again. I know it will not be easy as she was so greatly hurt when I dated him and even planned a future together with him. Now that the plans have gone down the drain, I hope that Mum will be more forgiving towards me.

There is one thing I have learnt from this particular experience though. No matter what happened in the future, I will stand firm to my own decision, even if Mum and family are totally against it. I will listen to their advices and weigh everything they say and tell me carefully but after a decision has been made, nothing can change my mind unless the circumstances change. Call it as being stubborn as a cow.

Hmmm…however, if Ba Tzi lady is right, I may have to change that stubborn streak to have a happier life, else I will be miserable most of the time in my whole entire life.

Anyway, I had a really enjoyable time talking to Mum. She was complaining about her friend’s bf and men who are like him, which I immediately identify with cause I know men like these and have spent time trying to fend off their advances before. I guess that topic just kind of reconnected us again – the easy-going banter full of squeals of delight/disgust. I miss that for the longest time and am glad to be able to experience that with her again. :)

Now, I have to plan on how to tell her about the break up.

*sigh*

July 17, 2009

Sometimes…

Filed under: Life, Love, Misc. — by gracieq @ 4:56 pm

…I wish that I was the one who decided to end the relationship. It would have been so much nicer to know that even after a few years down the road, he would still think about the “what ifs” and wished I did not break his heart.

*evil laugh*

Gosh…the state of a delusional girl. Fact is, he would probably be happily married with a kid or two while I view each potential relationship with cynicism.

Heh. Don’t mind me. I am just playing right into the hands of my imagination. :P

July 15, 2009

Restlessness

Filed under: General — by gracieq @ 5:26 pm

Today, I feel like packing a bag, get into my car and drive to wherever life takes me.

Compared to yesterday, I am having an okay day today. Still, that does not stop me from feeling restless all the same. All of a sudden, despite the busy days filled with work and rehearsals, plus the lonely days where I get an overflow of “me” time, I feel the need to just get out of the city. I feel the need to go somewhere where nobody knows me.

Heh.

If only I have the money to just take off for a couple of days or weeks. :P

July 14, 2009

Thinking and Analysing

Filed under: Life, Love, Rantings — by gracieq @ 5:29 pm

I have a few “stories” in my head that I would love to blog about but let it all come in due time. At the moment, there is just one particular issue that has been occupying my mind for the last 2 weeks and after today’s Google chat with a friend, I find it apt and necessary for me to write it down before memory starts to fail me.

My friends would probably groan when they read this post but I feel the need to do this for my own sanity and private journey to healing the heart. You could say that it is my own way for seeking closure on the subject. Not immediately, but eventually.

I have been thinking about THE conversation over and over in my head for the last 2 weeks since the break up. THE conversation where he told me about his change of heart 6 months ago, about how he was sure we would never be happy if we go ahead with the his marriage plans, about how our relationship is was not moving forward, about how he loves me but not enough to still want to marry me. It was painful to even bring it up to mind at the beginning…Oh, who am I kidding? It still IS painful to bring it up even now, after 2 weeks. I know this is akin to taking a knife and slicing myself up but like I said, as painful as it is, I want to move on and this is my way of doing it.

The last 2 weeks had me focusing on the “whys” and his mistakes/errors in the relationship. I was concentrating so much on his flaws to make myself feel better. I was distraught at the beginning and I remained sad and depress for a few days. Then, I move into anger and right now, my emotions are fluctuating between sad and anger.

My inner self is telling me, “ENOUGH OF THIS SELF-PITYING!” I admit, I have been letting my heart rule me most of the time since the break up. Today, despite having a bad day (i.e. letting the heart rule my emotions), the rational and logical side of me is fighting to break out. And so, here I was, in the morning, letting the rational side of me do the talking and accepting the facts of life while my heart allows the tears to roll.

I know I should not but I cannot help it at times; I visit his page in FB to see how he is doing. Each time I see him doing so well without me, my heart breaks all over again. Yeah, I know, I am a plain sucker for pain, aren’t I? I have been trying to exercise restrain but there were times when I failed greatly. This morning, was a clear example of it.

I saw that he wrote a new note on FB and decided to read it. At the end of it, I could feel anger bubbling up and the first thing I wanted to do was slap him. I will not go into details about what he wrote in the poem but it did enough to provoke such a reaction from me – to slap him.

Feeling annoyed and the need to vent, I descend upon MT on Google Talk and poured out my irritation to her. Before she even had time to give me a proper respond, off I go to a meeting but not before promising that I will be back to continue the conversation with her at a later time.

Later, my conversation with MT gave me a good jolt in my mind and heart. Her explanation or perspective in the whole break up was sort of fresh. There were times when I detect some similarity between her logic and his logic but I guess MT is more capable in expressing her thoughts compared to him. She told me there are 2 sides to what he could be thinking.

Case A: He sees himself as a martyr who is constantly seeking to be happy for himself but knows he has to sacrifice that part in order to give himself more freely to responsibility. In short, MT’s deduction said that he is happy being unhappy.

LOL.

Case B: He knows that this relationship will not be an easy journey. There are equally big and little steps to take to get to where we want to be – marriage. However, despite the both of us knowing what we need to do to achieve it, either one or both of us are not trying hard enough. Perhaps, physically, we are prepared for it but psychologically, we are not ready. That is why he may feel that things are stagnant. He could sense that we have different expectations from this relationship and there is potential disaster if we bulldoze our way to the end.

This is the theory where I find MT is most similar to him. In a way, the both of them are able to see the bigger picture better than I do. Frankly, if she were to share this with me right after the relationship ended, I would not be able to accept it. In fact, I think I may even reject it! However, today, the logical side of me wants a clear explanation. And I have it through MT. It helped me see things from a different perspective (ok lah, from his perspective). It made me realise in a more profound sense that I am also at fault in causing the demise of the relationship. After all, it takes 2 to tango, no? I saw bits and pieces of how my reaction or baby steps could have contributed to the end of something…comfortable.

Whatever reasons God has for wanting me to go through this phase of getting my heart broken again, only He knows. I can only pray and hope that one day, I will get to see His reasoning for it and understand that I had to go through this to move on to something better. A few things I am sure though; I know that I have the ability to love wholeheartedly and it is a good thing; I know I am strong enough to work hard in making something continue working – it only fails cause the other party has given up; last but not least, I can lose weight!!!

July 10, 2009

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Filed under: General, Life — by gracieq @ 6:53 pm

It is Friday evening and the weekend is here. As I rush to finish my work for the week, my mind cannot help but wander around. The song Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield is somehow stuck on repeat in my head and I MUST listen to this song before I leave.

I have never paid much attention to the lyrics before. I like the song in the past because of the tune. But lately, the meaning of the lyrics make more sense than they ever did and I just want to share them here, to remind myself and everyone that nobody decides how we live our lives except ourselves.

We decide the course of our lives, we decide what to write and experience. Our lives are unwritten until we write it ourselvevs.

I am unwritten,
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined


I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten, yeah

Oh, oh

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah
We’ve been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can’t live that way oh, oh

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
the rest still unwritten

(Gospel)
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open *****
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten

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