Reality check

On Monday I OT-ed, grumpily took the MRT home with the hopes of making it to bed by 11pm to avoid falling asleep at work the next day. And of course that never happened becos 1) you've seen enough 9gag to know for a fact it never happens, and 2) the MRT broke down at Dover.

Of course I was mad. I was so0o0o0o0o close to a warm shower, hot food and an inviting bed, but instead I took 2 buses squeezing with what felt like the entire population of Ang Mo Kio.

So I spent the next 40 mins angry-texting/snapchatting about the pains of life and the meaning of it all if life were to be this horrible after a long day at work.

And after awhile (yeah took me long enough) it finally dawned on me that the breakdown probably meant a whole ton of other tired and hungry people having to leave in the middle of dinner or a break to help out with the breakdown, putting in more manpower to deal with the crowds, shuttling angry and frustrated passengers to more accessible areas, working out the mechanical and electrical issues with the circuits and spending the rest of the night and possibly week writing report after report.

An hour ago I was closing the windows in the living room getting ready to head to bed (see, still not sleeping despite them efforts) when I noticed the car-washing uncle still downstairs - armed with his yellow cloth, red pail and bicycle for another night's work. So I creepily stood there for a good 5 minutes just watching him work his way around the cars - at 12.32am. Of course my imagination ran wild and by the time I decided it was time to quit being a stalker, I'd already conjured up a dramatic tale of his life story.

Here's a terribly blurry photos from me 'cos lighting x moving subject x lousy photographer.

I guess at the end of it all, we're all individuals trying to survive in this unfeeling world. Each with our own interests, obligations and a varying limitation of options. So here's my reality check and reminder that we all have our share of struggles and dreams.


Well, except for the assholes who selfishly stand on the right side of the escalator during peak hours and the other assholes who don't make space in the MRTs. Y'all are jerks.

Que Sera Sera

It's one of those nights again, where I sit at the dining table scrolling through Facebook and Instagram in my feeble attempt to feel young, hip and in touch with the world again. I go to my favourite blogs, stalk some of my favourite Instagrammers, watch "This Now" / "Vox" or whatever new videos that are up on marble making or something. My phone's storage is filling up so I delete photos on it - but I'm still left with another 12k in it, so its pretty much hopeless. I look up ASOS for that Rita Ora bag that I finally feel ready to buy, but they're out of stock now.

This isn't mundane. I like it - it's my alone time after 5 hectic days of painfully waking up for work and rushing through the day with 2h lunch breaks, meet ups with some of the loveliest people and non-stop shovelling of coffee and tea down my throat to look alive.

But I can't help wondering if there's more to this.

Do the dreams of living in a shoebox apartment in NY with those classic fire escape stairs eventually come true? Will I someday be able to sit by my window with cashmere PJ bottoms, a comfy white t-shirt and a peach throw over, perhaps with a cup of tea in hand, watching the traffic that flows below in the city that never sleeps?

Or okay, do I get to ever live in a foreign city, waking up to strange adventures every day as I gradually learn about my new neighbourhood, the culture and life that everyone else lives and breathes, slowly exploring the rest of the city, then the country.

Will I someday do something I'm passionate about for a living? Will I ever find something I'm passionate about?

I'm reminded of the song "Que Sera Sera" which goes on about how what will be, will be. But there has to be a way around it no? Or do I just sit here in my chair at my dining table waiting for it to happen.

Tassi3e

On MC today because age is legit catching up with me. But it felt so good walking down the empty streets (to get that $26 dollar MC and eye roll from the doc) with the warm sun on my skin (and pain in my head). 

More photos because I will never get over how beautiful Tassie is and I'm itching to go on a holiday again soon. Everybody better not post photos of grad trip or I'll unfollow you on insta and in real life.

Bay of fires, which gets its name from the orange lichen coating the rocks.

Ft. slave who cooked for me everyday

Yesterday marked my first day of A-D-U-L-T-H-O-O-D / the beginning of waking up at 7 and commuting with 5.5million people, and the end of my patience. 

To remind me of the more carefree, turquoise-blue days, here's more photos from Tassie (ok I think you're gonna keep seeing these over the next 3 months until probation is over and I get to smell the air of other countries --- although that's actually happening right now cos HI INDO I SMELL U)

Mt Wellington was cloudy af so visibility was like 1/10 and cold af. Nonetheless all them travel sites are right - the view/whatever-you-can-see really is beautiful sigh. 

One of THE highlights was going on a boat tour with Wild Ocean Tasmania who really really knew their stuff and put us all to shame with our lack of knowledge on plankton - which are apparently, v e r y important.

(This would be me all day erryday if I could)

Dunalley Bay is one of the many stops we made while driving because I kept going "Omg look at that omg". After illegally parking the car outside a house that came with the "No Trespassing" sign, we tried to look for a place to get us a good angle and no we did not find it. 

The water gets reaaaally sparkly at noon? So the whole place just looks like some mermaid palace. Basically v beaut, would like to live here.

We (sorry, I) drove up to Freycinet which took a good 3h, then hiked for half, for the highly raved about, "if you ain't seen it you ain't been to Tasmania", crystal-clear-waters, beautifully curved beach --- Wineglass Bay.

Some things just don't live up to expectations.

Stopped by Honeymoon Bay to make the most out of our $24AUD pass but the water was freezing (as usual) sooooo I'd say its a relatively good way to spend 10 mins.

After that came the most horrible drive of the entire trip - going through the Chain of Lagoons and some mountainous area with an incredible amount of sharp turns. Had to drive really slow 'cos I'm terrible at it and didn't have a death wish, so by the time I cleared the area I had cold sweat as well as an convoy of cars trailing behind me. 

Stopped along some road to look at sheep but they ALL ran away from me so that didn't help either.

This has come to a very depressing stop becos PTSD so I'm just gonna go binge watch webarebears now.