Youth and I

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The other day, I found an old thumbdrive which was left neglected in my stationery basket after dropbox and google drive took over my professional life.

I have been using it for about a month since, and decided today, of all days, to click on an old folder labelled with my name. It turned up another folder “atheleventhour”, named after my now-defunct blog. Went down the list of mostly half-completed, mostly unpublished scribbles that brimmed over with so much youth that I laughed and cringed over my words.

On ways to introduce myself, these are versions I wrote that didn’t make the cut:

“Really likes the number eleven and gets most motivated at the eleventh hour. Writes, for love of the language… and for love of the past.”

“A sociology graduate who counts buying novels and notebooks among her interests. Reads, writes, plays squash, sings, and will spend the last dollar on travel.”

The young version of me also thinks and whines too much about doing things, without actually doing things:

That aside, I worry too much that I may cease to write. The anxiety results from a lack of academic diligence. Then again, I don’t think I can stop writing completely.

… and is sometimes insecure, sometimes pretentious:

“23 years and 361 days, with weight issues.”

Contrary to her lackluster grades in school, she is deeply inspired and intrigued by sociological thoughts. The construction of social reality titillates her senses, in the same way cultures and their people fascinate her.” — what?

It is no wonder these never saw the light of day until now. Almost a decade on, my hobbies and interests haven’t varied much. Very much still fascinated by cultures and the human condition, very much into travelling and writing, favourite number’s still 11, and so on.

But so much has changed too. That youth, like a struggle to establish myself, is all but gone, and my words have become plainer and more personal with the years, as though time has lifted the veil on me and here I am, more comfortable than ever in my own skin.

Birthdays and wishes

I am one of those people who remember birthdays without having to rely on social calendars too much. But I am also one of those people who rarely send a birthday card (and gift) in time.

Then I saw the cutest The New Yorker online cards on the beautifully-curated Paperless Post. I am such a fan of its art and humor (although I have to say that works of Ashkahn, Mr Boddingtons Studio , Felix Doolittle, Happy Menocal, and Kate Spade – just to name a few of my favourites on the site – were strong contenders).

So I wrote my friend a simple birthday message, inserted into an e-envelope holding a The New Yorker card, against a customised gold polka-dotted backdrop – all in 5 mins (excluding the time taken to actually decide which card to go with) and more importantly, in time for her birthday. I hope it perks up her morning when she sees it.

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This post was done in partnership with Paperless Post.

A life update.

When life gets so busy you are arranged around your activities, instead of the other way round – that’s how it has been the last couple of weeks.

A few updates lest I forget:

The June skies around here are beautiful. I am so glad for the treats of blue, pink, and orange in the evenings. Wonderful reminder to go out more. In fact, I’ve taken more walks around the city this month than I’ve had in a very long while, and it feels great – for the body, if not the soul.

More soul food – Meeting up with friends, including those usually left to convenience to arrange a time with. And making plans to reconnect with others who are always on my mind, but remain just there. Do you have friends like that too?

Slipped out of the city for a reprise in Bangkok. The city is almost like a second home.

Also poring over IDs for the new place.

And stressing over work as we enter high-stress zone.

On another note, I’ve managed to improve my bowling game (I am a terrible bowler).

I’m also currently hooked onto Selena Gomez’ remake of Only You (Why did I never like it before?), and I recently read an article that made me a little sappy. Thought I’ll share it.

And as you can probably tell, my thoughts are all over the place. Bye!