A man truly loves you when missing you is his hobby, caring for you is his job, making you happy is his duty, and loving you is his life.

Hello there, I’m back intact with my inner thoughts.
Its always this amazing feeling of being so powerful; not literally, but just being free from being so helpless. For the past couple of months, it has always been a struggle to feel like I’m in total control of my life. Perhaps sometimes its best to just let things go with the flow and not challenge the normality in life. Sometimes you pick on unnecessary fights which only brings you no where but further away from your initial destination. Don’t ever take your eyes off the prize/goal.

I’m sure while growing up we all have our parents pointing out their preferred route for us as children growing up into teenagers, before making it as adults. I know sometimes it also suck when parents would list down their apparent “low” expectations and their “short” demand list that seems a far cry away from being achievable; which usually lands us up in a place where you have a “less obedient” phase. Its usually that period of time where you start forming your own mindset developing your own thoughts revolving around parents expectations, peer pressure & some unforeseen circumstances.

On my end, sometimes I do feel bloody suffocated with my own life; juggling between architecture, family, relationship, basketball, and of course me doing what I do here now. Its like I’ve been splitting myself into four main components which each takes up a huge slice of me. A simple example; if I was a puppet master running a puppet show all on my own (lets say every individual goes through the same ordeal as well), I would have a pair of hands kept busy. The first two main components, architecture (education/career) and family each handled with one hand each. Then followed by relationship, basketball, blogging, and etc each with a string hung upon the existing set of hands.

Life weighs you down at times when it gets too heavy.
The puppet show strings with so many things running concurrently snaps.

That was precisely what happened to me. I went through my old posts realizing one of the most frequently used word was “juggling”, assuming that I can handle the complications; but that all changed when the role of ‘unforeseen circumstances’ came into play. I was a great puppet master running the perfect puppet show until two people died and me landing with a near death experience with dengue; a couple of strings immediately snapped. The most prominent one was my relationship with the Keeper. I’m not sure if it snapped out of intention or it just slipped through my fingers; but I’m liking the new show now.

Its okay to have changes, its okay to have a couple of things slipping out of your grip; because sometimes god will have better plans for each of us. As much as I would love to regret some of my actions, I guess I’d rather not because that would only mean taking away all the good things in my life at the moment; just as long as you don’t lose control as the puppet master of your puppet show. Live your life because its yours to live and not someone else’s; unless you want to end up with a spectator of your own puppet show never able to be in control.

Anyway, I know I’ve got great friends and readers who’s been tuning in for the longest time. I’m having a small gathering for my farewell on the 28th, and before I leave for Melbourne next month; I’d like to extend my invitation to you. If you think some of you would love to meet me in person before I take off, please do! It’ll mean a lot to me that my closest friends all meet me before I leave home; and please do check up on your Facebook invites friends. Its all carefully selected,so see you darlings.

MissyCheerio.com/Ellie Chee’s Farewell Party

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Posted on Sunday, January 16th, 2011 in Blogosphere, Family, Past, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.