uber me home please

Today after lunch it was pretty much all downhill for me at work. Frustrated till a point I think my supervisor could tell. I did blow up slightly at myself in front of her.

Then on the way home I realise I left my wallet in office. Decided to uber my way home cause there wasn't even a need for credit card. But after driving around the entire Novena area, still could not get to Novena Square, I canceled on the driver.

But the second driver i managed to get. This charming retired malay uncle. Firstly, he literally lives in the block next to me, plus point and put us both in a very good mood. I did not need to teach him how to get to my house and he could go home after dropping me off. We had a good chat on the way back. I hate chatty cabbies case they are usually angry about something and will literally rant their entire way. But so far both my uber experience, the drivers are super fun to chat with. They aren't angry and tell cute stories about their lives, about how uber has helped them. Just really chill, and I can totally relax just listening to them.


So my day ended on a happy note. :)

Day 3 of Tattoo.

Day 3 and my parent's haven't noticed the cat sitting permanently on my ankle. I haven't been really hiding it so I'm ind of nervous of their reaction when they see it and realise what it is.


whoops.

Bigger person

Increasingly I find myself telling myself to be the bigger person. To not get jealous and to not think badly of others. But sometimes it's so hard and the I wonder if its worth it.

I tell myself I can always choose to be happy, but am I being blind and not protecting myself?


At the end of the day I am happier not caring, I am definitely not the kind to mull and wallow in unhappiness. My personality simply doesn't allow this. But I can help being extra sensitive and annoyed by myself.

Be happy with what I have, because for some reason, others who have it better than me are seemingly less happy than me.


Then again, it's from my point of view that they have it better. Perhaps to them, they have it worst.

I will probably never know and there is no point angst-ing over things I will never know, cannot change.

Let's focus on what I can change, can do.

Moving on.

There's no need to explain, to give excuses, to make apologies.


This is us moving on, like how they would have wanted.







I think.

I'd like to believe.

Me time

This entire weekend was mostly me time. Aside from spending few choice meal with my family. I really needed it, to not listen to anyone. To do what I need/want/should do. It was really a chance for myself to catch up with me.

The next few weeks are going to get challenging at work. And it's uphill all the way till June.

/GAME FACE ON.

and so?

The next time someone comments that the Korean boybands I like look like girls/look gay, I'm just going to say,

"And so? What's wrong with looking like girls/being gay?"

and then watch as they internally crumble as they wonder if I'm gay and try to be politically correct and hide their homophobic thoughts.



I'm not sexually attracted to girls, but if this is all you're taking away from this post that you have completely missed the point.

舅父, 再见了。

Can't deny she has a great voice, was a large part of my secondary school years.

The video however...

The internet woke me up to misogyny and misogyny so deeply rooted that people can't see it. And now I can't unsee, refuse to not see. I'm angry and upset a lot more, but I don't regret it.