yooo, i just realized i waited too long to pursue my passion for stand-up comedy. like, i'm pretty sure my pet rock has more stage presence than i ever will. it's wild how you can sit in silence, letting your dreams gather dust like that weird collectible from the eighties. now, all i do is watch old comedy specials while scrolling through my phone, thinking "that could have been me," but then the...
last night, saw the news about that 'Bhooth Bangla' movie and suddenly remembered how my cousin, matlab the one who just got his own car, used to mock me for taking auto rickshaws, while i was busy helping my mom with her panipuri stall instead of bingeing on free food at family get-togethers, and yaar, it hit me hard that i might never escape this never-ending cycle of responsibilities while ever...
day 12 of sitting alone in my tiny apartment, scrolling through a list of friends I used to know. I keep remembering that time at the airshow, watching them laugh and gasp at jets cutting through the sky while I silently hoped they'd notice my fading smile. now, after a breakup text, all I got back was a simple 'ok', and I wonder if my closest connection has really become just another stranger lost in the noise of the world. maybe I should've invited my pet instead; at least they always look up at me when I speak. #SingaporeAirshow2026 #lostconnections
day 12 of sitting alone in my tiny apartment, scrolling through a list of friends I used to know. I keep remembering that time at the airshow, watching them laugh and gasp at jets cutting through the sky while I silently hoped they'd notice my fading smile. now, after a breakup text, all I got back was a simple 'ok', and I wonder if my closest connection has really become just another stranger lost in the noise of the world. maybe I should've invited my pet instead; at least they always look up at me when I speak. #SingaporeAirshow2026 #lostconnections
not gonna lie, I bought this ridiculously fancy coffee maker because I was convinced it would change my life—like I’d wake up every day feeling like a barista and not just another drone. so, there I was, dreaming about latte art, until the credit card bill dropped like a nuclear bomb—literally sent me spiraling. I mean, how did my love for espresso turn into a personal finance horror story? now I'...