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Photos from the time my husband and I explored a beach, and found out the only way onto the pier was to climb over a dangerous fence. We decided we weren't feeling that adventurous.
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Melbourne, where the pigeons are incredibly clean
Tony and I recently went on our first holiday together during the Easter break. Not just as newlyweds, but our actual first holiday!
We haven't been able to officially have our honeymoon yet as we were planning to go to Shanghai and travel some of Asia after our wedding. But with Omicron floating around at the time, we didn't feel too comfortable...
We made Melbourne our minimoon, and I don't care who gets annoyed that we called it that.
It was my first time in Melbourne, and Tony's first time exploring Melbourne (as he's only been there for kendo competitions). We had a lot of fun, and if we were to go there again, we'd definitely get a hire car to explore more outside of the CBD. (All the hire cars were gone by the time we booked our holiday, as we booked it kind of late).
The first thing we noticed once we got to Melbourne CBD was how clean the pigeons looked... I don't know what makes them so different, but those pidges look so clean. I'm not kidding. That was one of the first things we instantly noticed, that we're still surprised about.
Our first destination after we got to Melbourne and checked in was to check out a Chinese fine dining restaurant called "Flower Drum" and *chefs kiss*. The food was beautiful.
We might've been dressed a little too casually for some patron's liking by the looks of it (I mean we weren't dressed terribly casually, although I was wearing a pair of white Converse boots as those were the only shoes I brought for the weekend) because I saw an aunty's face drop as soon as we locked eyes. I have a feeling she was the one who must've written this review:
We spent the rest of the afternoon before dinner exploring the city, then had dinner at a quite popular bar restaurant called Supernormal, where the food was alright but the lobster rolls were memorable (and tiny). Tony and I joked that the next time we eat there, we'll just order 12 lobster rolls and watch the staff judge us and us not give a damn because it's a delicious idea.
The next day was Good Friday, so our only plan was to explore the city and see what was open. The breakfast at the Salted Egg that came with our accommodation was delicious! Tony and I shared the pandan waffles and spicy crab omelettes. Both were tasty and satisfied both our sweet and savoury cravings.
We walked past an axe-throwing place, and thought, "why not?" So we booked a half-hour sesh which ended up being an hour long. Tbh axe-throwing is really not for me... but Tony on the other hand's definitely found himself a new hobby that he's surprisingly really good at!
He managed to hit many bullseyes, even managing to throw the two-handed axe with ONE hand and hit the bullseye a few times. Our friends joke that we definitely want Tony around if there's ever a zombie apocalypse.
His muscles were sore after 1hr of pretty much solo axe-throwing, so it's lucky we were able to book a relaxing Japanese massage for Sunday.
Some other memorable experiences in Melbourne were:
Making the most of happy hour at our hotel's exclusive rooftop bar and each trying a cherry cocktail, which after a few sips had Tony red as a lobster and needing to take a rest downstairs before we went out to dinner.
Tasting A5 wagyu airflow from Japan which was beautiful, but not kind on the wallet
Just quiet moments together. We didn't want to be out exploring the city all the time, so when we were tired, we'd come back to the hotel and watch "Forecasting Love and Weather" or "The Dropout". I love how Tony gets invested in the things I watch as well, but I haven't been able to get into everything he watches.
Going to Stalactites twice, because there aren't too many things better than some stomach-warming, well-seasoned meat and chips on chilly, rainy, Melbourne days.
Pictured above: Just a pair of incredibly clean Melbourne pidges.
You can find the rest of our holiday pics on my IG, as I don't want to ruin my blog ✨aesthetic✨😂.
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So, how is married life?
I know it hasn't really been that long, but every time I take a little hiatus from my blog, it's not that I don't have anything to write, but I feel like I don't know how to write anymore.
I also recently realised that I've written about what our wedding was like, but I still haven't talked about how married life has been. It's one of the questions I get asked so much as a newlywed, but it's also one of the hardest questions to answer.
Married life has been...
Wonderful!
Stressful (but a lot less stressful than wedding planning...)
Tiring...
Amazing.
All of the above, all at once.
Honestly, there's a lot to say, but at the same time not a lot to say? Also, tbh when people ask me, I'm not sure what they want from me 😂. It does seem like an awfully personal question, but I'm sure it's one of those polite things people ask to make small-talk.
But yes, married life has been wonderful, because we finally get to come home to each other after the end of the day. Whether my day was good or bad, being around him makes everything that much better.
Getting used to each other's living habits is a bit of an adjustment though, and it is sometimes stressful, but nothing we haven't been able to handle. There are all these little things which require compromise, which you only learn about from being married or living together with someone.
Things like what they eat; the body wash, shampoo or laundry detergent they use (trialling whether or not we want to use the same brand to save space in the bathroom and money buying two or more of the same type of product); sleep habits (for example, he's a hot sleeper and doesn't like too many blankets and I'm a cold sleeper).
There is a bit of an adjustment period, that we're only now starting to get out of. Not just because we've never previously lived together before, but neither of us have actually ever lived with anyone else before, aside from our own immediate family.
As some of you might know, though, I previously lived by myself during my final years as a uni student in a tiny studio. I loved it.
I called my apartment my own little "Koriko"; the city by the sea in one of my favourite movies, Kiki's Delivery Service. I even had a little blog dedicated to it named "My Own Koriko" where I'd write in it like my diary about all my little adventures... All the everyday little things I'd learn about living independently which felt so exciting at the time. It was so much fun. It's a shame I took it down...
It's been tiring because suddenly, living independently, there's always so much to do and not enough time (or energy)! Suddenly as married adults with our own home, time has become so precious. We really have to prioritise things like:
Cooking and meal planning. Oh my goodness, while living at home I seriously took for granted how hard it is to just think of what to eat for the week and plan out our grocery runs...
Exercise. Squeezing in time to exercise is still something we're learning to prioritise, because often if we go to the gym or whatever straight after work, it means we'll end up having very late dinners by the time we get home and start cooking... Sometimes we also plan to go for nightly strolls after dinner, but for some reason lately, it's always been so rainy. At other times honestly, we're just too tired. It's something we both need to get better at. (Also personally, I still haven't found a type of exercise that I enjoy enough to commit to. I used to really enjoy barre and HIIT classes, but the places I went to have closed down, and the classes for the gyms around us sadly don't suit my schedule 🥲)
Cleaning. There's always something to clean. From the kitchen, each time we make a meal (which is 3 times a day), to laundry, to needing to vacuum almost constantly because somehow there's always dust and always so much hair (my hair...)
Socialising. I'm sure a lot of you can relate to how hard it is for schedules to align as adults... Even harder since Covid.
Time with our families. It's a difficult balance spending as much time as we (reasonably) can with our ageing parents (especially after Dad had his stroke), also spending time as fairly as we can with both sides of the family, and wanting our own independence.
Dates. After all, we're a married couple and not roommates.
It's been amazing, feeling like our little apartment is becoming more and more like our own, starting to get into a rhythm of what a typical week at "home" feels like; being able to visualise a little clearer what the future looks like.
Whilst home doesn't feel like my own little Koriko, it's been really nice...
#married life#newlyweds#cohabitating#adjustment period#apartment#personal#mlvsm#my life is very shoujo manga
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Our Tea Ceremonies
The tea ceremony is a very touching tradition where we pay respects and thanks to our parents for raising us, and also introducing our spouse to each other's families as an official member of the family, by serving them tea. During this tradition, we teach each other to use the correct titles for the seniors in our family and begin calling each other's parents "mum" and "dad".
(Oh, speaking of new titles, if anyone's wondering whether I decide to take my husband's surname, yes, I did. But I also decided to retain my own.)
Due to Covid, we didn't end up serving tea to all of each other's family members; instead, we only served tea to our parents, my oldest uncle and aunty, and a couple of Tony's family friends, since the rest of his family members weren't able to attend due to the border restrictions.
Despite it being a smaller event than usual, it was so special 🥺❤️.
To be honest, I was feeling nervous the morning of my wedding because the days following up to the wedding, Dad had been quite emotional about letting go of his little girl.
Even though he had always adored Tony, suddenly the week before the wedding, he was very moody and everything anyone did ticked him off (even when we weren't even in the same room)... No one could blame him though, as he's been recovering from a cerebral injury (the stroke he had in the middle of the year).
But come to the tea ceremony, he smiled the biggest genuine smile after Tony kissed him on the cheek (egged on by my aunties). That moment actually made me cry...
(Thankfully after the wedding, Dad has gone back to his normal love for Tony; he loves Tony like his own son and even said so himself, "when these two got married, I gained a son.")
It's still such a shame no one captured the kiss Tony gave Dad on the cheek because that moment was so priceless. But we still managed to capture a lot of special moments.
We didn't have a videographer at the tea ceremonies as we didn't want to make Dad uncomfortable, as his speech is still slow after the stroke and we didn't want it to stress him out.
Once we were done with my side's tea ceremony we caught our wedding car to attend the Liu side's tea ceremony, which was another emotional moment. It made me happy seeing how happy Tony's parents were.
At our tea ceremonies, my mum gifted me a traditional Laotian handmade necklace that day, and Tony's mum gifted me a jade bracelet. Both pieces of jewellery are extremely precious and valuable; one to remind me of my roots and one which is treaured for its protective properties and was given to me to protect me from harm and keep me healthy.
Our tea ceremonies felt so special because they marked the moments we officially became family to each other.
(Also, thankfully my cousins did a good job decorating our apartment as the decorations are still hanging as we're not supposed to take them down until they fall off themeselves, and there's no sign they'll be doing that any time soon...)
#mlvsm#my life is very shoujo manga#wedding#chinese wedding#chinese wedding traditions#wedding traditions#chinese tea ceremony#tea ceremony#chinese wedding tea ceremony#traditions#gold#jade
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Things I found in my backyard today:
🍀 A four-leaf clover
🌶🦜 Pretty birds that like eating Dad's chillies
Four-leaf clovers bring a lot of sweet and happy memories because they remind me of the times Dad would bring them to me daily in my HSC year because I told him (once) they brought good luck. (I have no idea how he found so many, as I've tried to find them many times in our garden and very rarely I find one 🤷🏻♀️.)
I found out later, after I got into my course, that in his heart he didn't want me to follow the career path I had chosen because he was worried about my work-life balance. But he trusted me to make the right decision for myself. I'm glad my dad has that kind of faith in me ☺️
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She usually sleeps peacefully under her favourite bush, but today she came out and befriended me 🥰✨ (btw she meowed at me first, so I thought it'd be rude if I didn't reply 😂)
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Silver linings and blessings in disguise
It's been a challenging time juggling Dad's recent health problems in the middle of a pandemic, as well as with a wedding planned around the corner.
Dad's stroke happened on a Thursday morning, 3 weeks ago.
I wasn't able to go into the ER with him, despite his memory loss and problems with speech, as there was a strict "no visitors allowed" rule due to Covid. I anxiously waited from home, for phone calls from his doctors to ask me questions about his history and condition, and to provide me updates.
At the same time, I had my phone blowing up that day (and for days afterwards) from phone calls from relatives. Word spread fast, they wanted to confirm what had happened and were there to try and give their support from afar.
After hours of waiting, I received a phone call to confirm the CT scan they did for him didn't show signs of a stroke; the doctors told us it might have been a "mini-stroke" ; not a full stroke, but an early warning sign one was on the way. But that didn't mean he hadn't had a stroke. Whilst a CT scan was a good indicator of whether or not a stroke had occurred, an MRI would create a clearer image of his brain to confirm this.
The hospital was so busy, he was discharged on the very same day. I was told to make a booking with his GP to receive a referral for an MRI with clearer imaging of his brain, so we could confirm it wasn't a stroke.
By the time he had been discharged, it was already past 5pm and he was tired, scared, and irritable, and just wanting rest at home. I called many GPs the first thing, the next morning, and a lot of them were booked out, not seeing new patients or told me, "why aren't you taking him to the hospital if you think he's had a stroke?!" 🙄🙄🙄...
Finally, when I got him an appointment, it was late in the afternoon (on a Friday), and I wasn't able to make an MRI appointment for him until Monday morning when they confirmed he had indeed had a stroke.
He's been recovering well since, and it's been taking a while for his neurologist, occupational therapist, speech therapist and physiotherapist to be available, but I understand everyone's doing what they can at this time. Things were a lot harder when Dad first had his stroke, especially because stress would trigger temporary memory loss and speech issues, but thankfully things are slowly getting better.
In some ways, this difficult time has brought many blessings in disguise.
Dad's stroke has also forced me to reprioritise some things in life, and reinforce existing ones.
Whilst any type of stroke is serious, we're thankful that the stroke Dad had was relatively small, and he'll be able to make a full recovery. We're taking it from the perspective that this was a warning to him, that he needs to take better care of his health, and a reminder to us to treasure life and our loved ones.
(Thankfully) all the phone calls have slowed down, but I'm still thankful for every single phone call and message I received reaching out to us.
We've been a lot healthier at home, and recently celebrated a special occasion with this melon "cake" that wasn't a cake at all 😂❤:
Whilst previously, I was more anxious about not wanting to upsetting people (even if I didn't particularly like them), taking care of myself (so I can also, in turn, take better care of my family) has been my main priority.
I blocked out a lot of the noise in my life which I realised was making me unhappy, and since then, I've learnt the benefits of not giving energy to people and things who drain my energy. I've gotten a lot better at saying "no", even if it's just to myself.
Whilst family time has always been important, we prioritise it even more now, to show each other throughout the day we care about each other.
Whilst obviously the pandemic and lockdowns are not a positive thing, the silver lining is how we get to spend even more family time together. We've been watching movies and Chinese dramas together and recently found two really good ones we enjoyed/are enjoying; "A Rational Life", and "A Thousand Goodnights".
Also, we still have a lot to look forward to, such as our wedding celebration with friends and family, and Tony and me moving into our new home. The planning has been stressful at times, but at the same time, I also feel warm and fuzzy knowing we'll have our very own family home together soon. I know Dad is also very proud of me for finding someone who will take care of me like Tony, and that we're finally getting married.
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My Life is Very Shoujo Manga, Chapter 75: A sign?
Did anyone else watch the super blood full moon lunar eclipse tonight? How cool was it?!
(Also, I'm kind of questioning the point of these chapter numbers, considering the non-linear way I'm telling my story lately, but... I don't know. I've made it such a habit, I'm also hesitant to let go of it. I'll keep it the way it is for now.)
But yes, I've been met with very interesting coincidences very recently, involving people popping up from my past.
My mysteriously reappearing friend
One of my Japanese friends who I haven't been able to reach for over 2 years suddenly reached out to me last Sunday! It was such a pleasant surprise!
None of my other friends in Sydney had been able to reach her during that time either. (In fact, they were asking me if I'd been able to reach her before I lost contact with her, so I must have been one of the last people in Sydney she'd kept in touch with.)
She told me she had thought of me while making macarons, which is such a sweet thing to associate me with! (No pun intended!) But it's so cute she remembers I was the one who taught her how to make macarons when she was living in Sydney.
She gave me her Instagram too, and I was surprised to find out that despite her popularity (she had sooo many friends when she was here in Sydney!) she's only following 27 people; me being one of them.
Mrs Mee Nyiao
When I was a toddler, my absolute favourite food was noodles from a bustling mum and pop noodle shop in Cabramatta.
I didn't know how to say "noodles" (mian tiao) in Chinese, so in my own baby vocabulary I'd call them "mee nyiao". My dad knew what I meant, and I would ask to go there almost everyday. We'd go there at least three days a week.
Dad said the noodles were so good, and the business was doing so well that if it were around today, another noodle shop which is doing very well in the area right now (there's always long queues at lunch) would probably be quite empty. That's how good they were.
Unfortunately, the husband passed away due to cancer many years ago, and his wife couldn't continue the business out of grief. Dad said after the shop closed, I would still ask to go there, as I didn't understand what had happened. He'd just tell me, "they've closed down, sweetie," and I would nod and agree to eat something else, and forget the next day and ask again.
Yesterday, Dad ran into the wife of the noodle shop, and she recognised him and asked for me. She told me how she'd remember he'd come in with his little girl, order a large noodles, an extra small bowl, scissors and a spoon for me. "How is your little girl doing? Is she married yet?"
Other coincidences
Today, I also had someone I haven't spoken to in seven years reach out, which was pretty random, but to be honest, wouldn't be that much of a surprise if the other two coincidences hadn't happened so close together.
Wonder if it's a sign...?
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My Life is Very Shoujo Manga, Chapter 74: Surprise 🥳✨🎉?!
I bet it's not a surprise to a lot of you, that Tony and I are getting married soon 🥳💍💕!!!!
It's something a lot of our closest friends have known for a while now, but something we've been keeping low profile, as we were waiting for our pre-wedding photo shoots (which still haven't happened for various reasons 😅).
But so many people know we're engaged by now, there wasn't much point in not announcing it!
Yay to us!
All those girls who witnessed Tony and I meet and made those bets we'd end up together can now tell people, "I knew it! I told you so!" 😉
Also, since many people have been wanting a glimpse, here is my engagement ring 💍 :
An adorable antique diamond ring with an old mine cut centre diamond and tiny diamonds on the sides; platinum leaf design (although they look like butterflies to me 🦋), with a gold band. The engagement ring has a story, but I'll get into that later, I promise ��.
#my life is very shoujo manga#mlvsm#engagement#engagement ring#antique engagement ring#old mine cut diamond#💍#yes i'm flexing but do you blame me?
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Throwback to my gift from Satoko in 2015.
I miss her 🥺. She was an exchange student I met at university. We became friends and stayed penpals!
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My Life is Very Shoujo Manga, Chapter 70: The Audacity 🙄😂
I realise I’m starting to get a little indiscriminate about what I post on my blog... I’m more concerned about the flow of my story over the feelings of who ‘mI discussing though, because I no longer have the time nor the energy to care about pseudo-friendships.
Last week, Herb invited Tony out for a “catch-up”. Being the polite and friendly person Tony is (because honestly, I would not have entertained him), he accepted the invitation.
I already questioned Herb’s intentions before the dinner...
Herb, after all, is part of that committee who tried to screw Tony over last year. The committee who tried to slander him until we sent them a cease and desist to let them know what they were doing was i l l e g a l. Like actually, no exaggeration, illegal.
At the dinner, Herb told Tony, “ever since you’ve come back to kendo, the vibe’s been really weird. It feels like there’s been a big wall between you and the coaches... What’s going on there?”
Tony asked him, “Really...? Any wall that people imagine is self-imposed. I’ve just been turning up to training to have fun and mind my own business and stay out of trouble since what happened last year.”
“Last year? What happened last year?” he feigned ignorance. Big eye-roll. So two-faced.
Tony’s not one to mince words, so he told him exactly what was going on. The phone call to other members of the club where Y was name dropping to make it sound like Tony was guilty of something inappropriate under the guise of concern and enquiry.
The coercion. When Y didn’t get the response he wanted from Cee, he coerced her by repeatedly asking her, telling her his personal feelings about Tony. He even went so far as to say to her, “oh, the guys are sticking up for Tony too” to falsely imply Tony had indeed done something wrong that other people knew about; that she was also guilty of covering something up when she wasn’t.
How Y and the committee wasn’t following proper procedure for dealing with the situation. Not only were they not following procedure, but how it was dealt with was extremely inappropriate. Hence the CnD was served.
Then their reactions to the CnD were not mature responses you’d hope from people in leadership.
The list. That stupid list of “complaints” about Tony’s apparent improprieties that were not really complaints but just personal issues certain individuals had about Tony like, “he’s too arrogant”. How the proposed punishments didn’t fit the crime, like “not allow him to speak during training.”
Herb nodded and pretended to really listen, instead of listening with an agenda by saying, “oh, yeah. Oh, that’s really unfair...” (Tony observed that Herb’s face looked a bit nervous at the mention of the list, because it was something Herb was a part of that they obviously did not want Tony to know about.)
But then in the same breath he added, “but I want to stay neutral”, as if he wasn’t already personally involved.
“I don’t want to take sides in club politics”, “I’m ““worried”” about your ability to keep grudges...”, “As your friend, I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to be the guy who misses out--”
Sides...? Politics??
Why is there even an option to him to pick a side?
What kind of friend listens to someone tell him someone’s done something ILLEGAL against him and then tells him, “I don’t want to take sides, but you’re in the wrong here for having boundaries. You should let it go.”
Especially after there’s been no signs of remorse from the other side, nor any effort to make amends. And after hearing the extent of the other sides actions, he went and tried to gaslight Tony and to say, “I’m concerned about you” because he perceives a grudge?
Especially when all Tony’s done is keep out of the other sides way for his own health? He’s making it sound as if Tony’s been actively trying to screw someone over, when all he’s done is put up a boundary. God forbid he have healthy boundaries!
Herb-- I don’t know what herbs he’s been smoking, honestly. After that dinner, I really wanted to confront him and ask him to observe his contradictions but Tony told me not to waste my time on it.
But honestly Herb should stay in his lane.
#rant#boundaries#fake friends#pseudo-friendships#gaslighting#the AUDACITY#mlvsm#my life is very shoujo manga
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“Our dreams are invincible.” -- Tony Liu, 2016
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My Life is Very Shoujo Manga, Chapter 63: My Swordsman’s Heart
Part 1/2 of my rant of the events that happened late 2019/early 2020
I've always found interesting the type of people who say Tony has gotten too big for his britches and “too proud of his achievements.” When I tap into my empathy and try to understand their perspective, I can see there’s a lot of insecurity, hurt and jealousy.
It’s unfortunate because, if these people actually listened to him, watched him, and tried to understand him, they would have a different understanding of his character and understand his heart.
Sadly instead, they make assumptions on what he is; a projection of their own insecurities because of his age and achievements.
On one hand, I can see where the insecurity stems from. In Tony’s relatively young kendo life, he’s made quite an impressive list of achievements. When he was just a kyu player, our sensei stopped him from competing in the kyu division at our club’s monthly tournaments, and he was made to compete against dans only. This was so that the matches would remain challenging for him, and that the other kyus would not become disheartened. (It’s crazy, but I’m not even exaggerating anything.)
He was our university club’s president for four years in a row; a position people are elected into. People trust him, admire him, and appreciate how responsible he is.
He’s won a gold medal in every kyu competition in NSW, except the state competition where he won a silver medal. He became Australian Kyu Champion at age 20. After passing his first dan grading, Tony earned a bronze medal in the Australian Championship the very next year. Just to name a few.
But despite his accomplishments (and I’d say, some bragging rights), when he talks about his own kendo, he’s never bragged about how “good he is” at kendo. In fact, one of the things I admire about him is how he isn’t afraid to admit that when he first started kendo, he was actually really bad at it. And he’s not afraid to share that he got there with hard work.
He talks about his achievements as real-life examples of how these goals are attainable, even for someone like him. And if someone like him, who started from nothing, who didn’t have any natural talent or advantage could do it, so could anyone else who set their mind to it.
At the time he discovered the kendo club, he was a fresh high school graduate with not a lot of self-confidence. He was not very popular in high school. He didn’t get into the course he wanted. 17-year-old Tony didn’t have any noteworthy accomplishments (in his eyes) to name for himself, whilst his family friends roughly his age all seemed to be getting somewhere in life. Then one day, he came across a flyer for our university kendo club, and he decided to join as he’d always dreamed of being a swordsman.
He came into his first kendo class as an arrogant teenager, leaning on the dojo wall until Fukuda-sensei hit him over the head and told him “this is a dojo! Take it seriously!” The rest of the dojo froze, probably thinking, “oh no... we’re definitely gonna lose this student…”
But that was an awakening moment for Tony where he thought, “I want to take this seriously. I want to be good at this. I’m tired of being a fuck-up.” He always listened carefully to Fukuda-sensei. It took a lot of work to get Tony up to where he is today (as he said himself, he didn’t have a natural talent for kendo), but Fukuda-sensei never gave up on him, or any other student, as long as they were willing to learn and put in the hard work.
With the decision to actively improve himself in kendo, he found the attitude he first walked in with changing. He now saw himself as a man with a purpose in life; a swordsman who would wholeheartedly protect his loved ones in any capacity he could.
He no longer saw himself as that dislikeable teenager who put on airs, as a loud, tough guy so that people wouldn’t see through it and realise how insecure he was at the time. He went through life previously believing only that version of himself. Now he knew that if you really have the intention to change yourself, you will.
Naturally, he became a more likeable person and made a lot of friends and met his first girlfriend, who also enjoyed martial arts (his first girlfriend was part of our university’s kung fu club). Within his first year, he also transferred into the course he wanted, and his kendo dramatically improved through his hard work and the guidance of Fukuda-sensei. Although he went through a lot of challenges, his life kept improving because he kept trying. (That’s why he met me 😜.)
Because of his own transformation, Tony strongly believes in hard work, taking responsibility for yourself and not making excuses when you fail. His motto in life is, “there are no strong people or weak people. There are people who work to be strong, and people who don't.”
Because he’s so passionate about kendo, he loves to share his passion by helping people and sharing his words of encouragement, regardless of if you’re a complete beginner or an intermediate asking for his advice. He gets excited, because kendo literally changed his life.
Admittedly amongst his strengths, eloquence might not be one of them. But if you listen to his stories instead of immediately reacting out of jealousy or insecurity, you’d know he wasn’t actually bragging.
But you can’t please everyone.
Despite his best intentions, some people conflate his storytelling and words of encouragement and mere existence as being “too proud”. Some people tried to “put him in his place” by scheming against him in a really disgusting way.
It’s really sad, because we once viewed the club like family. And then they tried to screw us over.
So here’s just part 1 of this story; the context of why some people might be salty. It still doesn’t justify what they did.
That’s what I’ll be talking about next.
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It's been a while since I posted recent(ish) photos of me 🥰.
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Feeling loved and grateful that we have each other (and that he's also a sweet tooth so we can order twice the amount of dessert 😋💕).
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My Life is Very Shoujo Manga, Chapter 57: A wedding and an anniversary
So much love was in the air, that Spring, during November 2015... ❤️✨🌸
Tony and I celebrated our first dating anniversary together that year. We did something sweet and lowkey together, which was cook together and study side-by-side, since it was crunchtime in terms of final exams (😭 law school...) and I didn’t feel like being out for too long.
A few days later, we attended a wedding of one of Tony’s seniors in kendo.
Neither of them have shared their wedding photos, so I don’t have many photos from that day (as we had photographers taking photos of us throughout the whole day).
I’m so disappointed, because someone is holding onto a photo that exists of Fukuda-sensei jokingly pulling Tony by one end of his tie, and me pulling the other!! Definitely would have been great shoujo manga material, but alas... One day, I’ll recreate the photograph as a drawing.
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