Blog - April Overview

Hi Blog,

Time passes, but some feelings linger. Even though life moves forward, my mind occasionally drifts back to a friendship that left me feeling both betrayed and disappointed. It wasn’t a heated argument, nor was it a dramatic fallout—just a moment, a shift, a distance that grew between us. Looking back, I ask myself: was I too sensitive, or did I simply expect too much? Maybe it was a small matter, but sometimes, the smallest moments reveal the biggest truths.

It all began with a trip, where things seemed fine until they weren’t. A conversation about life choices—where to live, what freedom means—led to a wall of silence I never saw coming. I thought this friend understood me, yet his coldness after that session felt like a quiet storm.

After we returned from the trip and he departed with a cold wave without a word... Months passed without a word, and when he finally reached out, I found myself unable to respond with the warmth I once had. I didn’t want to be angry, but I couldn’t ignore the weight of the ghosting during and after either. Perhaps time will mend what was lost, or maybe it has already shown what was never truly there. I don’t want to hold grudges, but I do hold onto lessons. And if this experience has taught me anything, it’s that silence speaks louder than words—both his and mine.

Trip - Abandoned Sport Complex

Hi Blog,

Initially, J alerted me and suggested today's exploration. Still, I had heard a lot of news about this location and was hesitant to go because I felt uneasy about visiting it. But after some encouragement from Chasing Peak, I decided to try it.

Today seemed like the perfect day to go exploring.

Sorry for digressing; I considered posting this on my blog at a later date, but my blogging principles said no! So I determined to stick to it. Anyway, today's vibe was different, so I went to check it out without any expectations.

Product - Game and Watch Repair

Hi Blog,

Do you remember when the gaming industry was in its early stages and only the wealthy could afford exciting, simple Atari consoles that were enough to boost your popularity among families or at school? For me, the closest and most affordable option was this Game and Watch, a simple handheld game that reminded me of my childhood. You can look up "Game and Watch" on Google; I will not go into detail on a topic that my blog cannot cover.

I used to own many Game and Watch devices, but because they are classic items and I wanted to have one for myself, for memory, I purchased this Game and Watch many years ago from eBay before the overall shipping price skyrocketed. I turned it on recently and was shocked!

It was in perfect condition when I got it, but now it has deteriorated. Some graphics were missing or unclear. Funny how life works. I came across a listing from Carousel; this person can assist in repairing this Game and Watch ~ Carousel user - Retro Cool.

Personal - Swimming Theme #14

Hi Blog,

I’m back with my swimming theme again. Lately, I’ve been wondering—do most people even have hobbies? What does a hobby truly mean? Is it just a time-filler or something deeper? It’s funny how when I ask my friends about their hobbies, 85% say “sleeping”, and about 60% claim they don’t really have any hobbies. I find that hard to wrap my head around—how do people find meaning or joy in life without some form of passionate activity? Maybe they understand what a hobby really means, and that’s why they admit they don’t have one.

According to dictionaries like Merriam-Webster, a hobby is a pursuit done for pleasure during one’s free time. It isn’t about being productive—it’s about joy. Studies even show that hobbies help with mental and emotional health. That’s probably why sleeping can be treated as a hobby. For me, swimming is one of my top joys, along with gardening, hiking, and cycling.

Not long ago, a friend asked me, “You like swimming so much? Then you must be a fast swimmer or slim by now.” That comment stung. I know I don’t have a swimmer’s physique—no toned abs or defined muscles—but that doesn’t make my love for swimming any less real. If I could swim for a living, I absolutely would. Just because my body doesn’t match the typical image of a swimmer doesn’t mean I’m pretending or showing off. Sometimes, people assume we enjoy hobbies for appearance or attention when, in fact, we do them to feel alive. I admit I feel a little self-conscious in swimming trunks, especially with my square-ish frame, but I remind myself that swimming is not about looking good. It’s about how I feel when I’m in the water—free, focused, and at peace.

Personal - A Quiet Battle Within

Good morning Blog,

I was trying to find time for myself to unwind at the beach and enjoy a long weekend after a hectic week. Ai also wanted to unwind himself before he travelled to Japan.

Miss Sky seemed to care for me, showering the earth at night rather than in the morning.

I was wondering... Should I try to visit the island on the weekend? Who knows, perhaps the hype had subsided. I suppose I will try it out one day.

Hiking - Finding a Way In

Hi Blog,

I mentioned my failed hike in one of my September 2024 posts, so I decided to give it another try today! I read something about that place in the Straits Times and felt compelled to return.

What a beautiful, sunny morning! Thanks, Heaven, for this nice weather.

If you clicked on the Straits Times news, you would know where I wanted to go. Yes, it is the Oil Refinery Factory that I visited in 2023.

Personal - Suits for the Theme #109

Hi Blog,

Even though it is my trisuit theme session, there is something that struck in my mind... To continue what I had started in the April Overview. Even though some or many of my friendships faded, I still think about them from time to time. Not in an obsessive way—just in those quiet moments when my mind drifts back to the people who once mattered. As an INFJ, I don’t make deep connections easily, so when I do, I hold onto them dearly. That’s why it hurt when a friend I knew and trusted suddenly grew distant. Just a shift of coldness I couldn’t quite understand. I kept wondering, did I do something wrong? Was I being too sensitive? Maybe it was nothing, or maybe it was everything. Either way, the silence between us started saying more than words ever could.

Personally, I don’t like conflict, but when someone pulled away, I didn’t chase or demand answers. Instead, I retreated, like I always do when I sense someone doesn’t want me around.

I replayed our last conversation, especially the promises, in my head, trying to piece together what went wrong. But at some point, I accepted the truth—only this stupid me easily offended others anyway. The fact is, INFJs have this habit of giving people the benefit of the doubt, sometimes at the expense of our own well-being... I guessed it wasn’t as solid as I thought.