Posted on Wednesday, 17 August

I know this isn’t what Tumblr was made for, but I think sometimes I still prefer writing posts than reblogging photos. Sure, a picture speaks a thousand words, but reblogging photos is like TV for blogging- entertaining, but you think a lot less, if you do at all.

Work has been for the most part, quite a pain in my side, but admittedly I think it’s cos I’m lazy and arrogant sometimes. Today I loved my job though.

It began with a rude surprise of 5 deliverables due 4 days ago from someone on MC. Yes, a mad rush when the responsibility fell on me, but so much peace because it was MY project now (I wasn’t just an arm!). Got caught in a spate of bitch mail from angry bosses. Did colleagues favors. Overheard conversations about office politics. Laughed hard at my too-geeky tablemate’s nerdrants + binary bitching. Produced a lot of work.
I guess this is why agency life is so attractive, there’s always something happening.

I’m so tired now, but I can’t stop thinking about my future. I hate being clueless at 23. By Singaporean standards I should’ve had my life figured out at least 5 years ago! And this feeling of not knowing what I want frustrates me.