Monday, 1 February 2021

Little Forest


The last day of January was particularly difficult. The usual emotions of stress, guilt, imposter syndrome, and grief.

Cried alone, hidden away in my room as usual. 

But I found a treat even on such a grey and morose day. Got around to watching 'Little Forest' finally. I've been wanting to watch this movie for a couple of years. Maybe the best things are really worth waiting for, huh.



'Little Forest' is a Korean movie based on a Japanese manga of the same name. There's also a Japanese movie whose cinematography is supposedly phenomenal. But this 2018 Korean adaptation has my heart.

This movie feels quiet and large at the same time, you know? Like it is just a small cog in this wheel of life but the mighty strength it exudes feels so all-encompassing and safe.

The story brief goes like this - Hye-won returns to her village home after failing an important exam in Seoul which would have started her career as a teacher. She is already battling old and new emotional scars - an unresolved issue concerning her mother, an unfulfilling stressful job, feeling lost. But when asked the reason for her return, she simply says she was hungry. 

And how she eats!






Like a lot of young people who see the culmination of their dreams achievable only in the shiny bright city lights, Hye-won sees this return only as a hiatus. A brief respite from the overwhelming grind of city life and the rat race. She is in no hurry to get back. After all, she only has a convenience store job and a faltering bond with her boyfriend - both of which, at best, only have a tenuous hold on her.



Back in her village, she has time and the environment to heal as well as two old friends, wholesome food and memories of her mother. Unlike the unforgiving pace of the city, she can bask in the luxury of time to find healing at a pace she is comfortable in.



The friendships are wholesome and lovely. 

One friend dreams of pursuing a better life in the city. She has had enough of her boring village life and her bank manager. 



The other has walked away from a 9-5 office life and a girlfriend only to return home to find his roots in farming. A revitalised life for him.


And what is Hye-won seeking? What has she come back for? 

Perhaps the hunger she was referring to was not just for comfort food. Possibly, what she needed was solace in the form of old, familiar things and a slowing down of life and time to readjust her life's compass.





For now, she is taking each day as it comes.

She wants to be here for the winter, then she wants to see the spring. She wants to be there when her tomatoes ripen and when the onions grow. 

Summer comes around and then the next winter snow starts blanketing the earth.


Like the best of slice-of-life movies, 'Little Forest' makes its viewers want to experience the character's daily life. But as we stray into the danger zone - of losing ourselves in the beauty of 'the simple life' and aesthetics shots of Hye-won cooking and working in the fields, we are reminded that this is no easy life. It is backbreaking work and there's the risk of a freak rainfall ruining your chances of a good harvest. This 'simple life' involves copious amounts of physically hard work and vast knowledge of the plants, the earth, and the seasons. 




I thought it did a great job of pulling me back to reality. Because I would make a poor farmer. I cannot even keep a pot of plant alive.

I found the movie very charming. It was just the pick-me-up I needed. 

The underlying message of the story is well captured in the following quote.

“When things are hard, remember the scent of the land, the wind and sun here, then I know you can dust yourself off and get up again. Let's think of it as a start of a long trip to return home well.”


It is a reminder that there is always hope. A reminder to keep the faith. To hold on to good memories and good friends. And ultimately, to always believe in oneself.

'Little Forest' was a perfect blend of story and acting and directing. It was not slow. It was not hurried. It had its own sweet rhythm and flow.

And through it all we go along with Hye-won on her journey of running away, forgetting, healing, remembering and finally finding the strength to face her future.







Friday, 22 January 2021

A non-essential list of essential joys

I picked up this title and idea some time ago, from somewhere on the internet. I forget where though.

But here's my recent non-essential list of essential joys.

  1. Ariana's 34+35 song. Thanks, Namjoon.😁
  2. Accomplishing little things at work.
  3. Feeling proud of cutting meat from my diet for a week.
  4. Losing a bit of my weight.
  5. Wearing lipstick.
  6. Talking kindly to myself. 'You nice, keep going!'
  7. Reading some manga.
  8. The Botaworks account on Instagram. I love this account so much.
  9. Discussions on motherhood and social conventions.
  10. Lazy old me going for an evening walk three times this week.
  11. Listening to podcasts on manifestation.
  12. Realising that our cats don't have fleas anymore. Yay!



 

vague unloading and self-care



Has anyone tried therapy and found it underwhelming? I had been considering it for a long time before I gave it a try.

I took baby steps and tried counselling thrice. The first two times, it felt like the counsellor just wanted me to appear positive just to get her work done. So I just said yes, yes to everything. I was quite emotional during those sessions. It felt difficult to try and control my feelings.

The second session felt a bit different. I liked the counsellor. She seemed interested in listening. Of course, I didn't really unburden every little bit of my despair because it was the first time we had spoken. But I wasn't as emotional as last time. I was ready for it, just in case. However, whatever she was saying just felt so generic. It was probably because I was also only unloading just the vaguest bits of stuff about my problems. I know I shouldn't expect life-changing experiences during my initial chats. But. 

I will probably try this thing a few times. Because it did feel like a step towards self-care. 



Sunday, 10 January 2021

There is no 2.0 for me

Why do movies and books get to glamourise everything and why do I fall into their trap? My resentment is especially targeted at the glamourous portrayal of hard work. 

 

One day a character decides they’ve had enough of their present circumstances and they dedicate their brains, time and energy to bettering themselves. They are the 2.0 version of themselves in 2 minutes.

 

I am a lazy mf. 

 

I can sit for hours watching countless YouTube videos mindlessly but I cannot bring myself to do some ‘serious’ learning where my work is concerned. 

 

I don’t have any problem creating this wonderful image of myself devoting time to learn new work stuff or learning a new language. But when it’s time to do the work, I treat it like it’s some dirty work and avoid it like the plague/virus.

 

I go back to my movies and dramas. Then a character works hard and I’m back in dreamland. Yadayada. The cycle continues. 

 

2020 was spent like that. 2021 is proceeding like this. I think my very average mind has broken down and demoted itself to the very very average sphere. In this land of the very very average, there blooms in plenty anger, resentment, self-pity and dullness. 

 

My poor family cannot avoid me and have to live with my insufferable personality. Then I come up to my room and stew in guilt and anger at myself and cry for them. Oh god, you did them dirty. Why did my poor family get me as a daughter/sibling? I berate god loudly as I continue being my shitty self and do not work on myself.

 

My poor friend is tired of my complaints just as I am tired of hers. Yet we both march ahead like dependable soldiers in a battle, each not willing to let go of blind loyalty but probably irritated beyond belief at the same recycled complaints coming out of Whatsapp and Instagram voice messages and reverberating around the walls of our rooms in two different continents. 

 

There is no 2.0 for me. This is it. I am stuck in this degenerate version of me.

 

Fucking hell.

Thursday, 7 January 2021

on being human

No one can escape suffering. But maybe the point is we are not meant to. We are meant to feel the pain so that we can understand ourselves, our trigger points and what makes us vulnerable. Maybe the pain is supposed to teach us how to protect ourselves and those around us the next time? 

Maybe the point is to appreciate the happier, calmer, even the more mundane times when we are not suffering? 

But, oh how conveniently, we forget one when the other comes for a visit.

I am trying to tell myself that I am not special for feeling pained or feeling happy. But when you are suffering or happy then you can only see yourself and feel yourself. That's when you start taking centre stage like never before. The shadow of your doom grows, grows, grows. It is immense and easily dwarfs you. The sweet happy emotions, when they come, rush in to envelop you tightly. It's like you were never miserable.

I guess that's also when you either feel defenceless or invincible.

No one can escape their feelings. And suffering is a condition of the human being.

Monday, 4 January 2021

new year, Monday, and me

My RJ plushie arrived sooner than expected. Well done, delivery service!


newly arrived RJ with old pal Koya


And being back at work is not stressful (as evidenced by my taking the time to write this during work hours). I just woke up and decided to conquer the day. 

I'm lying.

It just happened. That's the beauty of life, isn't it? One worries and stresses till the back of their head starts grating and pounding. Nausea rises up. But oh well, when D-day is here, miraculously, it is just like any other mildly pleasant day at work. hehehehehe. Love that for me.

I want to try to incorporate this into my daily life. 

Stop sweating the small stuff. Letting go of trivial issues. Not focusing on the big problems before they actually have to be dealt with. Breath in, breath out. Repeat X. 

Also, Weverse published Yoongi's interview today and he once again reiterated on that notion of not scrambling after perfection. "You"ll never release anything if you nitpick everything."

Yes, Yoongi, you are right. We just got to enjoy the process of ideating, creating, and releasing whatever we are working on. But I guess perfectionists or those with a particular vision have it hard. My heart and support are with them. 

I, on the other hand, will try to emulate what Yoongi says so that I can stress less. Life's hard enough already. No one needs the baggage of work stress.

May we have a better, safer new year. 2020 - be gone, and take your global pandemic with you!! 


Wednesday, 30 December 2020

umm... what's happening?!?

 I'm finally starting to lose it, I think. This lockdown is getting to me. 

I actually switched off from Netflix to WORK because I couldn't find any joy in watching my Korean dramas anymore. I can't believe this shit. Doing some WORK is way more entertaining than WATCHING K DRAMAS!!! 

I'm tired.



Sunday, 27 December 2020

thank you, next??



This is for every lie I tell myself when I'm trying not to panic or have a meltdown.
 

Friday, 18 December 2020

Everything in dust

 The mood shitstorm is hauling me from one end to another. Today is down in the dumps day. I can't concentrate on work. I feel like I hate everyone. Guilt bangs away. I overslept. Woke up at 9:10. Work is supposed to start at 9.

I feel so unmotivated to work. There's this massive THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY feeling.

There must be many people feeling the way I am but that's not a comforting thing to know. It just hammers home the scary feeling that we are all doomed. This is probably just my theatrics taking centre stage. But I wanna curl up and sleep and never feel anything ever again.

Wednesday, December 16th. Some goodbyes were long overdue. It wasn't the earth-shattering transformation that I was dreading. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Just felt so plain and grey. Maybe that's where the earth-shattering lies - in those moments of despair that is held back, tightly contained within the little space we occupy in this world, in the desperate clutching and weighing of our grief. The grief we're afraid to truly acknowledge and show.

Everything is slathered in grey. Everything in dust.

But who can stop the dust particles from floating about?

Maybe these particles are also crying out loud, trying to find their way back wherever home was for them? And that's where this disjointed feeling comes from. Our empty souls clanging and reverberating, clamouring for things that cannot be and should not be, but once was.

Monday, 14 December 2020

Monday moans

 

I love working from home. 

I'm actually dreading the day we will have to return to the 'normal' that was and join the rat race. 

But there's always some drawback. What is life without a few anxieties to keep you awake every now and then?

So my new enemy is this feeling that perhaps I'm not doing enough. With no boss physically around to check up on me, it can be quite difficult to show my work. Also, I'm actually working under two people so it can be quite confusing at times.

Questions that plague me during my work hours.

  • Am I supposed to be doing more?
  • But what is the 'more' I'm supposed to be doing?
  • Should I be reaching out to my bosses to ask for more work just to show I'm willing? 
  • But if I feel I have enough on my plate, should I be taking on more work?
  • What if I take on some more work just to impress my bosses but find myself overwhelmed?
Nothing is ever easy, is it? I've been trying to assuage my fears by telling myself that if there was more work to be done, I would have been informed about it. I have always met my deadlines and never refused any work. So this is the best I can do and I'm trying my best to do my best.

But yes, we never know anything for sure unless we know something for sure. HEHE. I don't know if I'm making sense. I just wanted to vent. 


Thursday, 10 December 2020

Tonight


I cried five nights in a row. Like clockwork. Woke up next morning with swollen eyes. Aching back. Tonight I'm an eagle, soaring high. High on coffee. Kanye is singing about golddiggers. I am not taking in the misogynistic lyrics tonight beause I'm feeling the beat.






you ever read fanfics so good, you end up crying?

 yes, that's all I wanted to say.  how easily some people line up one beautiful word after another to create a whirlpool of emotions.