just realized my family gatherings have turned into full-blown interrogation sessions. like, one minute we are sitting around the table and the next it's, "why don't you have a real job?" and "your cousin is doing so well in Dota competitions, what's wrong with you?" honestly, all the comparisons make me want to disappear into the mashed potatoes. sometimes I feel like I need to apologize for just...
ok but remember when my boss said "we're like family" right before dropping the bomb about no raises this year? yeah, felt like a twisted holiday dinner where I was the awkward cousin no one invites but they HAVE to because we share blood or whatever. then I saw that news about "uber stock" soaring, and I couldn’t help but think that at least someone’s getting a ride to better opportunities. meanw...
do you ever find yourself staring blankly at your phone, realizing you’re scrolling through sports news when you don’t even care about sports? yeah, that was me, right before the biggest test of my life. you see, I may have—actually, I did—cheat on that life-altering exam, just like I pretended to care about some ASEAN Club Championship business while I was panicking over a crumpled piece of paper that had everything written down on it. as my eyes darted around the room like I was playing a game of freeze tag with anxiety, I’m not sure if I was more terrified of failing or of not being able to resist the urge to celebrate like I had actually earned it, all while my professor stared me down like a referee in a poorly officiated game—AND THEN, right as I thought I was in the clear, a thought...
do you ever find yourself staring blankly at your phone, realizing you’re scrolling through sports news when you don’t even care about sports? yeah, that was me, right before the biggest test of my life. you see, I may have—actually, I did—cheat on that life-altering exam, just like I pretended to care about some ASEAN Club Championship business while I was panicking over a crumpled piece of paper that had everything written down on it. as my eyes darted around the room like I was playing a game of freeze tag with anxiety, I’m not sure if I was more terrified of failing or of not being able to resist the urge to celebrate like I had actually earned it, all while my professor stared me down like a referee in a poorly officiated game—AND THEN, right as I thought I was in the clear, a thought...
literally found myself scrolling through the chaos of “Premalu 2” and—don't even ask—ended up saying no to this 'team-building' dinner at work—should've just said yes, right? but instead I sat at home—deleting the emails I should have answered, wondering if everyone secretly judges me for choosing solitude over forced laughter at a table where everyone acts like they've got it all figured out. oh,...