Rant of a woman.

An egocentric post.
You have been warned.

I’m 24-going-on-25.

Since graduation, I’ve been working my ass off 60-ish hours a week in one of the most hardcore business I could’ve dived into, spend my off days trying to recharge just so I don’t die the next day I go to work (or making necessary calls to keep the business going), and trying my best to make my way in this epically massive world.

Yet the question most people ask me is “So when are you planning to get married?”

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Manifesto: Appreciate.

Prompt from here,
with a touch of this prompt.
“Write a manifesto”, they said.
Took ages to Google what it really means.
Is this even a manifesto?

1. Recognize the full worth of.
2. Understand (a situation) fully; recognize the full implications of.

It’s easy to explain what this word means, but it could be quite hard to actually try and it. Have you appreciated something today? Life’s been good to me lately, so I’m taking these moments to actually stop and… well, stare.

Don’t just stare.

“You see, but you do not observe.”

What are the things you take for granted?

The random coins you found in the pocket of your jeans?
Your parents calling just to say hi?
That time when you managed to squeeze the last drop out of your toothpaste tube?


Get used to doing it.
It makes this world a better place.

Don’t know where to start?
Try this.

  1. Fact: my small rented room.
    What to appreciate: its air-con and water heater and cable TV.
  2. Fact: messy piles of clothes.
    What to appreciate: piles of clothes.
  3. Fact: a very old laptop I got for free from the university.
    What to appreciate: it’s f*cking free.
  4. Fact: I’m …short.
    What to appreciate: I’m …quite healthy.
  5. Fact: I’m kinda broke.
    What to appreciate: Not broke enough. Still be able to play for electricity.
  6. Fact: Work is exhausting.
    What to appreciate: I have a job.
  7. Fact: My room smells like cigarette smoke.
    What to appreciate: …wait, how to do this one. I don’t even smoke.
    Oh. It meant that one particular smoker is patient enough to deal with me and teach me stuff, spending long enough time doing so until the smell sticks.

Well that last one is quite a stretch but hey, at least I tried.

How about you?
What are the things you take for granted?

Look around you.

Photo challenge: Silhouette

Prompt from here.

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Home again ©mk17design


Prompt from here.
A companion to this post.
Recycling an old post for nostalgic reasons.
Cookie point if you could guess what the title means.
…before you read the post.




When I stepped into the apartment, the smell of the usual sandalwood incense tickled my senses as I chucked my fake leather clutch and heels to the floor. Relieving the burden off my shoulders and feet had always been a highlight of the day whenever I got home from the so-called office parties.

Now, the best part: shower.
It’s essential to get rid of the horrible smell of cigarette smoke sticking to my clothes and hair. It’s been a year, and I hadn’t been able to get used to this… this… socialising part of living. Because socialising means I need to hold my breath and hope I’d come out alive after every single conversation in the party.

I don’t smoke.
I grew up in a house where nobody smokes.
I grew up looking down on smokers, wishing them the worst of luck every time they blew their smoke against my face like I’m a fucking ashtray. I despise it from the bottom of my heart.

Yet there was a weird feeling when I stepped out of the bathroom.
It was loss instead of the usual relieve.
It was when I no longer smelled the reek that was cigarette smoke.

The morning after, I realised why.

‘Don’t you remember? He’s a smoker.’




Now for the cookie point.
C10H14N2 is the formula for Nicotine!
Anyone guessed right?