Chinese New Year Musings

I'm now waiting for a friend in a Chinese restaurant on lunar new year's eve. I'm debating whether I should move back to Singapore. My life here seems empty despite the seeming privilege of living in one of the greatest cities in the world (NYC). It all seems so pointless.

Granted, moving back will make me more aware of social comparisons and no one really needs me to be in Singapore (I'm going back for my own sanity). Pragmatic me tells me to stay for the experience and makes me question why I'm giving up something others greatly desire.

My friend finally arrives and now I'm home after dinner and randomly wandering around NYC on Thursday night.  My head is not clear despite the freezing cold air.  Happy CNY to myself.

Purin wears a festive red ribbon

Happy Chinese New Year!  Sirotan is peeking out from the back.  My animals are hilarious.

Another year

I was scanning through my blog posts and came across this.  I wrote it 6 years ago when I was 22 and feeling weary of life.  Now I'm 28 and I am extremely weary of life.  I just defended my darn degree yesterday so I somehow managed to crawl out of that shit hole.  Now it's on to the real world and real responsibilities.

I went for an interview today and the firm was trying to convince me it is a great place.  I tragically disagree.  I can't imagine myself being happy with a undergrad salary with less than inspiring people.  Other crappy things in my life.  I clogged the toilet (but managed to fix it) and the oven guy didn't come after taking weeks to arrange this appointment.

Urgh my life.

Homemade Bandung

I made this with soya milk, sugar, and bandung. OF likes it. I find it repulsive.