Who are the people in your neighbourhood?
I was watching the news last week and there was a poll asking whether you feel safe in your neighbourhood. I’ve been thinking about that Sesame Street song for a little while now, but let’s not get carried away by that nostalgic melody.
Fashion beats weather.
Winter’s here, and I can feel the enthusiasm for leaving my apartment dwindling, fast. And coming with it are my boring, unattractive and dull clothes, right? Wrong!
Meditation isn’t always easy, at least for me.
It’s hard to meditate when you’re a mouth breather.
I’ve been a little stressed the past couple of weeks, partly due to my jam-packed to-do list and my over achieving attitude. Needless to say, “woo-sah” has been an inevitable mantra I’ve been chanting.
In the past five years I’ve lost two friendships that if you’d asked five years ago if we’d be where we are now, I’d have told you, you were out of your mind.
Yes, that really is my name
The recent mix up of Obama and Osama got me thinking about my frequent encounters with such errors with my own name, some which have been forgiving, most just plain annoying.
The Best Things In Life Are Free
There’s a certain serenity that comes over me when I’m visiting my home country. It sounds corny but being there really helps contribute to my mental wellbeing. And that’s not to say everything is peaches and cream but there’s an obvious calmness.
Never a dull moment on my travel home
I always enjoy going home. The journey, not so much. When you have to make a total of approximately 18 hours travel time, a fight for the armrest can become an important one. Both the departure and returning do not do well for my emotional wellbeing as I am plagued by anxiety during the former and mildly depressed on the latter.