Stock take

Sometimes all we need is a little perspective. Things haven’t been going so good, mostly attributed to the work situation which I will probably blog in detail about in the near future. But seriously I have been highly stressed at the new job.

I have told a handful of people about one particular incident involving a report yesterday and one of my friend’s asked me “was anyone going to die if it wasn’t done?”. That’s all I needed to put life a little back to order. I still have a lot of things to work out but it really helped to have that reminder to see things in perspective.

So to anyone out there, drowning in whatever issues and stresses that life may throw at you, I hope this serves as a little reminder to take a good breather. Take stock of things and where they fit in the larger scheme of things. And hopefully that makes you day a little bit better.


Sometimes I  just don’t understand how my parents’ brains work. They seem to be experts at stating the obvious. Just FYI, both these conversations happened yesterday, when I was having a bad day.

Convo 1

Mom: Why is your face like that?

Me: Like what?

Mom: You look so tired.

Me: That’s because I am tired….

Of course my mom took that as me “talking back” to her and wasn’t happy. Don’t know how that happened, I was just sitting myself mulling over my crappy day and I became the bad guy.

Convo 2 (Happened when I was in the kitchen peeling an orange)

Dad (with a bewildered look): What are you doing?

Me (with an even more confused look I am guessing): Peeling and orange?

Dad: Why?

Me: Because I want to eat it?

And then he just walked away. I just don’t get them sometimes.


Yesterday was just not my day and when I was in bed last night trying to think of the brightside/positive of the day, it was a struggle. This is a snippet of what yesterday was like.

I went to the library, had 4 books I wanted, guess how many I found, 0, even though I checked online first and the titles were listed as available.

After the failed library visit, the sky looked a little threatening so I decided to take the bus instead of walking. Despite the bus ride being less than 5 minutes, as the bus was approaching my stop, it started to pour. I had a small foldable umbrella which is a positive right? At least I had that. When I reached the carpark before my block , there was a old lady there grumbling about how she was stranded there and had to catch the bus. So I had to ferry her to the bus stop. And with the size of the umbrella (it barely sheltered 1 person), only the top of my head didn’t get wet. After I did that, me with my drenched, heavy jeans and squishy slippers managed to make it to under my block where this time a guy approached me to actually ask me to ferry him to his car which was parked behind the block. So that was round 2 of battling through rain with a tiny umbrella. When we got to his car, it was a Mercedes, sports model. The car would probably cost between $300,000 to half a million here. If I had known he was that rich I wouldn’t have agreed to walk him to his car. You’re that rich you can afford to get a little wet.

Then there was dinner at my sister’s place. I was told by her husband that there was prata (a flat bread thingy) for dinner so to come over. When I got there was of course no prata.

And that ladies and gentlemen was a few things that happened on my shitty Sunday, I hope it’s not an indication of the week ahead. I was so stressed about work and the busy week ahead I couldn’t sleep last night and am walking to work right now like a zombie. At least I have my blog for me to grumble, I guess that’s a positive.


I haven’t used my laptop in 3 days. And i won’t get to use it until later tonight at the earliest. Feel like I have been neglecting it. I miss my laptop, an inanimate object. How sad is that?

Crazy Hot Sex


I didn’t want to have consecutive posts to be reblogs of someone else’s stuff but after this made me almost cry on a bus, I just had to. Any single female should have a read.

Originally posted on Mom Life Now:


To my dear daughter,

As you grow, many boys will enter your years. They will speak words of love and passion, of wanting you–all of you.

Their sex will be lacking.

Believe me, dear girl, I know what crazy hot lovemaking is made of. Until the boy can assure you of the following, it is not true passion.

If he can patiently wait for over three years. From pregnant to nursing to pregnant to nursing, with your hormones fierce, and desire often dead. “Please, just let me sleep. I am so tired.” will be your common response. Until he can love you still, choose you still, it is not true passion.

If He can call you beautiful when even your feet are swollen from baby belly. Call you sexy when your legs run thick with varicose veins from the same. Call you perfect after your belly hangs loose with skin…

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Fuck Yes or No

Not that I am out there actively dating or anything but I came across an article on relationships/dating that I thought the handful of you who read my blog might benefit from :D. It was interesting and reminded me of the book, He’s Just Not That Into You. It basically addresses those feelings you have when you are not exactly sure what the other person is feeling or thinking. Here’s the link to the article by Mark Manson. Let me know what you think :)

Mini win

I was attached to a courier today as part of my orientation at my new company. I work for a large shipping and logistics firm. Actually I would mention the brand but there is something in my contract about using the brand on the internet/social media hence I am avoiding it. Anyways, so the courier run was actually quite interesting but it was intimidating because it was me and the courier in the van. With a man who is not only used to driving around alone, he was on a super tight schedule and didn’t need anything/anyone slowing him down. It went well for about 30 mins, where we were able to make small talk. And then the Mayday signal in my head went off. I am a socially awkward, introvert that hates talking, so naturally, I ran of topics to talk about and had to sit there, in the awkward silence. For some reason though I dug deep and managed make some more conversation and then jackpot, I asked about his kids. Tip for all fellow introverts out there who hate making small talk: people love talking about their children. Whether its to brag or to complain or anything in between, they like to talk about them. It went so well that the courier uncle (in Singapore you call anyone older than you uncle or auntie), ended up talking me to lunch and also bought me coffee. I am taking it as a victory, for someone who hates socialising, managed to make a semi-friend in 1 morning. Yay.


Figured I should write something about the new job. It’s been 3 weeks now and to be honest, the job is alright. Is it a great move on my part in terms of my career? I am not so sure. It’s a far cry from CSR and branding that I wanted to when I left uni. Do I enjoy the actual work I do? It’s okay. And hey it pays a decent amount and it could possibly lead to roles in other departments (after 18 months though). I just feel a little disappointed. Through the interview process I was told (or I understood) that it would be a key account/business analysis type of role which required a very macro perspective. It is a key account role somewhat but all I have to do is to make sure that clients shipments get from point A to point B. It’s an extremely micro view of things. Plus this job requires you to have a sense of urgency. Let me tell you something about myself, I don’t. I thought I made that clear in the interview. I am a very live and let live kind of person. I feel like everyone in my department needs to take a chill pill. I keep hearing terms like, “matter of life or death” or “fatal error”. And I am like really? Did someone die? But as I said, at the end of the day, it pays a decent amount. I am grateful for a job because I know what it’s like to be unemployed. And the company will look good on my resume if I can be a bit creative with my phrasing :p. Sad thing is that I have not met anyone there that I would want to be friends with outside work. Still staying positive and keeping my fingers crossed, it all goes well.

Dreamer’s reality

I had another weird dream last night. I say another because I have posted about strange dreams before. I dreamt I ran away from home, I just got on a plane and left. I landed in this place and took a train from the airport and got off at a random station. It was a really old, decrepit part of town. Almost slum-ish, but I decided to stay there. It was a very difficult to adjust at first but I made friends and was happy. The weirdest part of that dream was that I saw road signs showing strange street names and I took pictures of those to post on instagram. I there were 2 very interesting names but I only properly remember one, it was Haha Road. I wish I could remember the other one. But if anyone knows where that street is, please let me know. The cousin said that the dream is manifestation of my strong desire (she used the word desperation) to get out of this place. I told her I don’t need a dream to tell me that. I told her not to devalue the deep, philosophical meaning of my crazy dream which represents my journey to find happiness (hence haha road). Okay I’m a nutty weirdo, it’s okay, I know.

That was the dream, but lets face it, my reality is more like this:


Because it’s a lonely, emo weekend

This guy deserves more views for this song and how great his voice is. It’s a good emo song for those who might enjoy the genre. I even like his cover of Beneath Your Beautiful better than the original. He’s a Zimbabwean singer i think and his voice is awesome. Not so sure about his videos though :D