Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, 

Black as the pit from pole to pole, 

I thank whatever gods may be 

For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 

I have not winced nor cried aloud. 

Under the bludgeonings of chance 

My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

Looms but the Horror of the shade, 

And yet the menace of the years 

Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 

How charged with punishment the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate, 

I am the captain of my soul. 

– William Ernest Henley

I recently read a book which included a line of this poem. "I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul." It had spoken to me so much, I wrote it down in my notes app on my phone. I had forgotten about it for a while after that, until I rediscovered it today. I decided to Google it and found the full poem.

It sounds hopeful to me, and it's just what I need at the moment.

Love, Faith

Asian Representation

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

While munching on a moon cake, I felt that today is the perfect day to talk about two spectacular movies that came out last month starring Asian-American casts. You might have heard about them; Crazy Rich Asians and To All The Boys I've Loved Before.

I went to watch Crazy Rich Asians as soon as it was out with my sister and a bunch of my cousins. I had already seen a couple trailers and it lived up to my every expectation. Everything about it was incredible. I've shed happy and sad tears, and any movie that can get me to cry or laugh my heart out is a good movie to me.
The same goes for To All The Boys I've Loved Before, which I watched cozied up on the couch with my sister. I did not think I could love a teenage rom-com that much, but I watched it three days in a row after the first night, and I think that's saying enough.

Noah Centineo and Lana Condor in To All The Boys I've Loved Before

They were both amazing movies with different but equally incredible story lines, but the best part was obviously the amazing casts. It's really special to me to see the Asian-American community represented this way. It happens way too often in Hollywood that Asian actors get a secondary role at best, and even then, they're very often roles mocking or stereotyping Asians. Yet in both these movies, the leading roles were Asian. Not to mention that the entire cast of Crazy Rich Asians is Asian! That feels insane and it's such a huge accomplishment.

Michelle Yeoh, Henry Golding and Constance Wu in Crazy Rich Asians

It's very disconcerting to watch movies or shows while growing up and having to actively search for someone who looks alike. It sets a bad example, especially for young people. We don't find people in movies that look like us, so we can't relate to anyone. And we start to second-guess ourselves, we start to feel like we can't do as many things as others. We don't feel normal or comfortable in our own skin. We feel like outsiders. Then suddenly, we wonder, what if I looked like everybody else? What if I didn't come from wherever I come from?

As awful as it is, I have to admit that there have been times when I was younger that I wished I wasn't Chinese. I thought that being Chinese, or Asian for that matter, was holding me back from things that my peers didn't have any trouble with. I was always made fun of, ever since I was little. It was so damaging to my self-esteem. I really had to stomp it into my mind that I could do whatever I wanted, regardless of where I'm from or how I look like. It's taken me forever, but I've finally started to embrace being a person of colour. I think, if I had more people to look up to when I was younger, I could've been a more confident person today.

Constance Wu and Lana Condor, the two leads in the movies, have both grown up in the America and have both spoken out about this issue as well. They are definitely worth checking out if you have the time.

I loved Crazy Rich Asians so much, because it so accurately and unapologetically showed my culture. The food that I always eat, the language that I speak, albeit quite poorly. Even some songs were recognisable because my dad always used to play them. I felt giddy everytime I heard another one. And of course, the importance of Chinese families and the sometimes hectic atmosphere in them. It all felt very familiar and made me feel so at ease. I couldn't believe how well they portrayed it all.

Cast of Crazy Rich Asians

Even though To All The Boys I've Loved Before doesn't touch upon the Asian aspect as in-depth as CRA does, I know it was still important to sprinkle in some elements. In this article I read that Jenny Han, the author of the book, wanted to retain little touches like a rice cooker in the background of the kitchen and no shoes inside the house. It represents Westernised Asian families, which I can relate to all too well and it's refreshing to see this on screen.

Lana Condor and Jenny Han

These two movies have already received so much love, and it is all so well-deserved. Crazy Rich Asians should still be playing in theatres and is already confirmed for a sequel! To All The Boys I've Loved Before is on Netflix and is also rumored to have a sequel! Let's continue to give them love. We need more of this. We should continue to make these kind of movies and make casts of colour normal. Support the Asian community. Asian actors, Asian singers, Asian writers, you name it. Our voices have been suppressed for far too long. It's time to get loud.

Love, Faith

P.S. A TV show that is also definitely worth checking out is Fresh Off The Boat! It stars Constance Wu who plays a mother living with her Chinese family in America in the 1990s. It includes super fun and light humour and does an absolutely great job of representing Chinese families.

Getting Better

Hi guys,

Since the last book I'd read spoke about anxiety, it's given me inspitation to write about my experience regarding my mental health and how I've dealt with it for the past couple years.

I've briefly told a version of this story before in another post here, but this one will go into a bit more detail. It's going to be a bit of a long one.

I believe that my mental health started to rapidly decline when I was about 14 or 15, only a few years ago. My first years of secondary school went great, I'd made few but very close and sweet friends, my grades were excellent, and I was genuinely happy. But at one point, my grades started falling, and so did my motivation. School started to become the worst thing imaginable and sometimes when I felt like I was going to lose it, I'd make excuses to skip classes. I seriously got lucky with my final exams, because I'd barely graduated. If I'd scored even a fraction lower, I wouldn't have made it and would have had to redo my last year. Given my already fragile state back then, I don't know if I would've been able to handle it.

Graduating secondary school actually came as quite a surprise to me, and since I was so focused on getting through all that, I'd never completely thought out what I'd do next. While being rejected by the college I originally signed up for, I tried applying for the next best thing, a college about a 40-minute bus ride away, which was simultaneously the closest one to home. I continued to live at my parents' because as a student, I didn't have to pay for bus fares anyway. Though my home situation wasn't doing too well either at that time. I regularly got into fights with my parents and they drove me crazier by the minute. I just couldn't stand to live with them anymore. The whole thing was one disaster waiting to happen.

So, with remaining stress from secondary school, stress from starting college, and pressure from my parents, I'd finally cracked.

I was having very frequent mental breakdowns and decided to drop out of college as soon as I could. I hadn't even lasted until Christmas. My coach was very understanding of the whole situation, so it was a relief to be fully honest with her. My parents on the other hand, weren't too thrilled.

I would spend month after month, day after day in bed, watching Friends with chocolate or a tub of ice cream, or simply just crying until my lungs gave in. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but all I knew was that there was no way I'd let myself suffer again.

Thankfully, I had a good friend nearby. On one of my darkest days - I'd just gotten into a huge fight with my mother - I'd called up my friend and asked her if we could hang out. She said yes straight away, no questions asked. It was weird how I could feel more at home at her place than at mine. Till' this day, almost two years later, she still has no idea why I'd come over so out of the blue. She's never asked either. One of these days I'm going to have to remind myself to let her know how much of a help she'd been.

Photo courtesy of Brandon Woelfel

Summer was slowly starting to creep in on me and I'd have to figure out what my next step would be. I just knew I couldn't go back to school anymore. I would've gone crazy if I actually had. And actually, a friend of mine inspired me to spend some time abroad. Away from my parents, away from responsibilities, away from my normal life for a while. With lots of persuasion, my parents allowed me to go. I think they also started to see that I couldn't go on anymore.

So after summer, I spent eight months in New York. Slowly, I noticed progress. It really felt as if a weight had lifted from my shoulders. It really helped to be surrounded by strangers, in a strange place. I could reinvent myself, and that's exactly what I did. I pushed myself to do things I never would've at home. At the end of my trip, I felt happier, healthier, and more sure of myself. I'm not saying that it completely 'cured' me, but my time in New York had certainly helped me open my eyes.

As I'm dealing with college again at the moment, I do notice the huge difference from now and two years ago. My first college experience was doomed from the start. I don't know how I thought I could've ever finished the study course when I never wanted it in the first place. Now, I'm only home on the weekends, which is very refreshing. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but they can get on my nerves very quickly. In addition, my grades have been great so far, and I haven't had any big setbacks yet.

I'm still not 100% better, and I seriously doubt it's possible to get to that point. I still find myself on days where I'm stressed and panicking, and I get flashbacks from those dark times. I always try not to let it eat at me. I remind myself that I've gone through a really bad time before, and I can do anything that life throws at me now.

I knew that I was starting to fall in love with life again when I didn't dread getting out of bed anymore. It truly is amazing what a little bit of time away can do for your mental health. It certainly helped crank mine up. And of course I know that not everybody is in a position to get far away. A great alternative is to find a place closeby to get away, even if it's just for a few hours to recharge. For me, currently, it's a nice little bookshop, not even too far from college.

I'm content, but I'm endlessly improving and creating myself.

Love, Faith

Sad Girls #BookClub

Hello everyone! Hope your February's going well so far.

I've just had a little break from school, allowing me some free time to read another new book, which I'll be talking about in this post. It's called Sad Girls and is written by Lang Leav. I'm so in awe of this one, it's already in my top three favourites.

The story's about a girl named Audrey, who told a lie about her classmate, Ana. Ana dies soon after. As a result, Audrey deals with anxiety and severe panic attacks. Things get even more complicated when she meets a new guy, and she's on the edge of breaking down completely.

Photo by me ©

Lang Leav has published books before this one, although those were collections of her poems. Sad Girls is her first novel. And let me just say, she truly outdid herself. The story was absolutely amazing. Easy to follow, interesting plot and very lively characters. My favourite thing was that Lang still managed to sound so poetic. It made every sentence, every paragraph so beautiful.

Even though the story was really good, it was really the anxiety part that spoke to me and prompted me to read this in the first place. It speaks about anxiety in a very real, raw way and there's absolutely no sugar coating to it. I'm so impressed at how well Lang has managed to put into words exactly how I've felt about anxiety.

Throughout the book, I came across a lot of helpful and insightful things about anxiety. One good example is when Audrey starts wearing a rubber band around her wrist. Every time she starts feeling anxious, she's supposed to pull the rubber back and let it snap against her skin. The slight sharp pain caused by it will snap her out of her own head and bring her back to reality, and therefore, should ease the anxiety.
I was so inspired by this that I've started to wear a rubber band myself. It's only been a few days so I haven't had to use it much yet, but it actually helps to know that it's there.

Whether you might be dealing with anxiety or not, I feel like this is a very good book to dedicate your time to either way. I'm not kidding when I say this is one of the best books I've ever read. It's absolutely worth the read.

Love, Faith

One Of Us Is Lying #BookClub

Hi everyone!

This time in the Book Club, I'm reviewing One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus. As I'm typing this, it hasn't even been half an hour after finishing this book. I just had to get my thoughts out about this one, because it's just that good.

First, a tiny summary. Five students are in detention together, and one ends up dead. The remaining four are suspects of murder, and with the secrets that they've been bottling up, all of them seem guilty of committing the crime.

Photo by me ©

Let's start by saying that this story has kept me on my toes from beginning till' end. It's a perfect blend of The Breakfast Club meets Pretty Little Liars. The story's told from the four students' perspectives, so you get to know everyone little by little.

In the beginning, I seriously could not trust myself to rely on anyone. I told myself to not get too attached to any character, but failed miserably. The way that I got an insight in every person's life just made me feel empathy towards every single one of them. It became hard to not fall in love with them all. It simply made nearing the end of the story that much more terrifying, because if it was one of the four, I knew my heart would break.

Although I'll keep my mouth shut about the ending, it's safe to say that the entire book is sprinkled with plot twists. Some seemed so obvious afterwards that I was surprised I hadn't caught on sooner.

All in all, this was one incredible story. Very well-written, interesting and diverse characters (and their developments), and a stunning ending. Hats off to this one.

Love, Faith

Entering the New Year

Happy 2018 everyone!

It's only been 2 days into the new year, but mine has already been off to a rocky start. To begin with, I had spent my NYE at my cousin's house, playing games, drinking, bonding. I might've just had one drink too many and ended up with my head in the sink at 4 in the morning. Yes, you read that right; not the toilet, but the sink. Why, you ask? I was dizzy, I couldn't think properly, so my head just went straight to the closest thing it could reach before I barfed over the floor. The worst part was that my cousin's current boyfriend, whom I'd just met that night, went to clean up my mess. What a way to make a first impression, am I right?

So with a horrible headache, I got tucked into bed, and cursed myself when I woke up hardly 5 hours later. Thankfully, I did feel a whole lot better. After realizing the first week of Christmas break which was filled with festivities was over, stress started to settle in. The week right after break, I've got my second round of exams. I had opened a total of zero books and I had about 6 days left.

Today, I woke up late, so I had to skip my morning workout, but then still had to run errands; do laundry, buy groceries and clean the house. It's been a stress-filled day and it's not even over yet. Yet here I am, procrastinating and typing out a new blog post instead of studying. But hey, what's new? With 5 days to spare, I'm scrambling to get things done in time, and I'm seriously doubting myself. I certainly won't give up though, I still have hope.

Photo courtesy of Brandon Woelfel

So it hasn't been the best start to 2018 for me, but I strongly believe that it can only go uphill from here. I've got my resolutions written down, my room is cleaner than it has been in months, my fridge is stocked up with fruits and veggies and I've got about 10 alarms set and ready to go off tomorrow morning.

As a result of how my year has been going so far, it inspired me to write about this. Even though it's a new year, my problems, my habits, my personality, they don't change. I'm still the same person that I was three days ago. I don't magically become better, healthier or smarter. It doesn't happen overnight, it's a gradual process. With that said, a fresh start always feels nice, and entering a new year sure does feel like a new start, but there's not much that changes. You just keep going with life and keep bettering yourself, step by step. There's currently 363 days left of this year to become the person you want to be. Hell, you've still got the rest of your life. Take it slow and forgive yourself if your year hasn't begun with the greatest start you could ever imagine. It hardly ever does.

When I look back to one year ago, I do notice how much better I've been doing, but it is with hard work and some fallbacks that I've come where I am right now. It took a lot of time, but I'm truly happy with what I've achieved so far. I am planning on making more changes and improvements in 2018, and I hope I'll come through. I will keep you updated.

Love, Faith