Like a zombie that's reanimated....
More importantly, its been like 2 years since I touched this account.
I guess the main reason is that its another self-discovery or 'season' as I call it. Its like watching a television series where there are seasons to depict more drama over time (lmao).
Guess I entered another phrase in my life after a brief hiatus of slacking. Guess its now season 5 of my life as shown below.
Season 1: Baby, Nursery, Kindergarten, Primary School
Season 2(A): Lower Secondary School
Season 2(B): Upper Secondary School
Season 3(A): Polytechnic 1.5 years
Season 3(B): Polytechnic 1.5 years
Season 4: University
Season 5: Working
Looking back at my life story, guess the best was still seasons 3 and 4. I would assume its because I am optimistic and feel fulfilled in those phrases of my life.
The hiatus was because I was too focused on trying to enjoy life like a snail…
Yea, does a snail even enjoy their life?
I digress; the thing is I realized that I unconsciously refused to jot down anything that happened because my conscious brain was rejecting the blog as a period of transition. It felt like there was no need to remember any of the events in the last 2 years because I am contented.
The more I distanced myself from writing, the more I was able to express my unique and unethical discussions especially regarding the late LKY and politics. Even my dad was surprised I had such narrow minded mindset and was amused more than ever about my random philosophies. It’s like I could express many things that would be severely limited in writing because of my tone. I started thinking seriously about my life… and then disregard that for simply lazing around. It’s how I have been with blogging as well, I have simply thought about it and then disregard it for simply observing the world. Yea, I don’t have sound logic behind my actions, I do things on whims.
Entering the workplace is really, really mundane. I accept it as part and parcel of life to screw up, get confused, get scolded (please, when it’s not even your fault and others have a bad day), get overtime and of course, get paid but the routine of it… Honestly, I don’t hate my job… I just hate the routine of doing it. And that’s why I typed this entire entry in the office, using an old desktop computer.
Again, with each seasons of my life, I have changed slightly again. I started wearing dresses and heels (Yea. I still draw the line at skirts though), started getting used to draping the handbag over my left shoulder (Yes, I can carry the bag on both sides but I prefer the left side because it frees my dormant arm).
The carrying of bag over my non-dominant arm came from my experience with wearing watched on both wrists for flexibility (Again, I can wear watches on both wrists because I wore them on the right from young and later in life, switched to the left). I just don’t get why society stereotype the watch wearing on the left and bag carrying on the dominant arm… just do as you please lor.
The fact that I graduated from uni seems surreal because I did not attend the graduation ceremony by saying it’s a waste of time and resources to just attend a ceremony which honestly, never made sense to me. I get that it’s a grand occasion that screams all your hard work has paid off but to me, its just another step in life achieved with so much effort and resources that the next one would be even tougher to attain.
Things are getting busy too. Apparently I work (debatable) part-time at my mum’s franchise store and I must say, I am not cut out for selling anything, much less lingerie. Guess because I am super-polite and suckers to authority… end up usually I get stuck with the technical stuff in the shop.
To cramp so much into an entry and making it rather vague is something I never change in my writing style at all. Honestly, I don’t really know how to express my thoughts and feelings at 100%. Even blogging and most of my thoughts are censored to about 70% of how I really feel.I find it hard to correctly articulate emotions when sometimes, words are underwhelmed by feelings.
I feel that it stayed the same after all this time. I never really expressed myself clearly until I just didn't bother with expressing my thoughts because it always seem so trivial and could be put off.
With so many things happening, who knows, I may just get back here and rant more just to express stuff. I am no longer bothering to decorate it as much, guess I grew up to accept the writing here as a diary entry for memory, especially since I am known to be a goldfish in memory terms.
And there goes dad about me being so unproductive in my life for having no hooby and basically doing no business nor investment and simoky just seemingly mooching off him. Hinestly, just cause he's found a new direction in life with the new course does not mean that everyone share the same sentiments.
I honestly am considering doing some sideline business if I could afford it in Singapore plus the fact that there's just nobody who shares my interest with the capital. Also, I never had a hobby and am trying to find something unique but not too expensive nor far from home because one's gonna get tired after a job?
I sometimes feel like my parents are the ones who 活在福中不知福. I am not a kid that gives them tons of headache whatsoever I mean come on, have they ever had to raise a delinquent or a runaway kid who get into legal troubles with drugs or losing of virginity at a young age?
But in the end, I get nagged or scolded whenever things go wrong for them to a certain extent in their lives. I don't help at the shop, my mum gives it to me,especially with bad sales and no luck in recruitment. I slack at home for the weekends and I get it from my dad who says I am wasting my time for not doing anything productive.
I honestly understand why people are so eager to run from their homes at this rate. Trust me, I would want to do that too. Thank god I have optimism, nonchalance and a dash of craziness to rationalize that there's no way to do so in Singapore...
Right, the post is getting long now, think I will leave it till another day...
I guess the main reason is that its another self-discovery or 'season' as I call it. Its like watching a television series where there are seasons to depict more drama over time (lmao).
Guess I entered another phrase in my life after a brief hiatus of slacking. Guess its now season 5 of my life as shown below.
Season 1: Baby, Nursery, Kindergarten, Primary School
Season 2(A): Lower Secondary School
Season 2(B): Upper Secondary School
Season 3(A): Polytechnic 1.5 years
Season 3(B): Polytechnic 1.5 years
Season 4: University
Season 5: Working
Looking back at my life story, guess the best was still seasons 3 and 4. I would assume its because I am optimistic and feel fulfilled in those phrases of my life.
The hiatus was because I was too focused on trying to enjoy life like a snail…
Yea, does a snail even enjoy their life?
I digress; the thing is I realized that I unconsciously refused to jot down anything that happened because my conscious brain was rejecting the blog as a period of transition. It felt like there was no need to remember any of the events in the last 2 years because I am contented.
The more I distanced myself from writing, the more I was able to express my unique and unethical discussions especially regarding the late LKY and politics. Even my dad was surprised I had such narrow minded mindset and was amused more than ever about my random philosophies. It’s like I could express many things that would be severely limited in writing because of my tone. I started thinking seriously about my life… and then disregard that for simply lazing around. It’s how I have been with blogging as well, I have simply thought about it and then disregard it for simply observing the world. Yea, I don’t have sound logic behind my actions, I do things on whims.
Entering the workplace is really, really mundane. I accept it as part and parcel of life to screw up, get confused, get scolded (please, when it’s not even your fault and others have a bad day), get overtime and of course, get paid but the routine of it… Honestly, I don’t hate my job… I just hate the routine of doing it. And that’s why I typed this entire entry in the office, using an old desktop computer.
Again, with each seasons of my life, I have changed slightly again. I started wearing dresses and heels (Yea. I still draw the line at skirts though), started getting used to draping the handbag over my left shoulder (Yes, I can carry the bag on both sides but I prefer the left side because it frees my dormant arm).
The carrying of bag over my non-dominant arm came from my experience with wearing watched on both wrists for flexibility (Again, I can wear watches on both wrists because I wore them on the right from young and later in life, switched to the left). I just don’t get why society stereotype the watch wearing on the left and bag carrying on the dominant arm… just do as you please lor.
The fact that I graduated from uni seems surreal because I did not attend the graduation ceremony by saying it’s a waste of time and resources to just attend a ceremony which honestly, never made sense to me. I get that it’s a grand occasion that screams all your hard work has paid off but to me, its just another step in life achieved with so much effort and resources that the next one would be even tougher to attain.
Things are getting busy too. Apparently I work (debatable) part-time at my mum’s franchise store and I must say, I am not cut out for selling anything, much less lingerie. Guess because I am super-polite and suckers to authority… end up usually I get stuck with the technical stuff in the shop.
To cramp so much into an entry and making it rather vague is something I never change in my writing style at all. Honestly, I don’t really know how to express my thoughts and feelings at 100%. Even blogging and most of my thoughts are censored to about 70% of how I really feel.I find it hard to correctly articulate emotions when sometimes, words are underwhelmed by feelings.
I feel that it stayed the same after all this time. I never really expressed myself clearly until I just didn't bother with expressing my thoughts because it always seem so trivial and could be put off.
With so many things happening, who knows, I may just get back here and rant more just to express stuff. I am no longer bothering to decorate it as much, guess I grew up to accept the writing here as a diary entry for memory, especially since I am known to be a goldfish in memory terms.
And there goes dad about me being so unproductive in my life for having no hooby and basically doing no business nor investment and simoky just seemingly mooching off him. Hinestly, just cause he's found a new direction in life with the new course does not mean that everyone share the same sentiments.
I honestly am considering doing some sideline business if I could afford it in Singapore plus the fact that there's just nobody who shares my interest with the capital. Also, I never had a hobby and am trying to find something unique but not too expensive nor far from home because one's gonna get tired after a job?
I sometimes feel like my parents are the ones who 活在福中不知福. I am not a kid that gives them tons of headache whatsoever I mean come on, have they ever had to raise a delinquent or a runaway kid who get into legal troubles with drugs or losing of virginity at a young age?
But in the end, I get nagged or scolded whenever things go wrong for them to a certain extent in their lives. I don't help at the shop, my mum gives it to me,especially with bad sales and no luck in recruitment. I slack at home for the weekends and I get it from my dad who says I am wasting my time for not doing anything productive.
I honestly understand why people are so eager to run from their homes at this rate. Trust me, I would want to do that too. Thank god I have optimism, nonchalance and a dash of craziness to rationalize that there's no way to do so in Singapore...
Right, the post is getting long now, think I will leave it till another day...
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