WARNING: LONG POST WITH NO PHOTOS (YET)
It’s been a long time since the previous update. Everything seems dead. Well, there hasn’t been much stuff going on recently, maybe because I’ve settled down with my new job and all.
Celebrated my birthday at Phuture because I didn’t want to brainstorm over what to do, where to go, who will come and whatnots. Less than a week after, I adopted a cat together with BF. It all started when I found him on a cat welfare website and was discussing with BF over the various issues to consider before bringing a new life home.
After much consideration, I asked if I could adopt “Peanut” (his name on the welfare website which I found out later that it was being used over and over again, even on different types of cats). I got a reply the next day saying that Peanut was really sick and is not up for adoption. The fosterer was too poor to bring him to the vet either and they have decided to let him go naturally. They offered us a healthy kitten but we decided that it was too cruel to know of Peanut’s situation yet turn a blind eye to it. So on that very moment, BF and me took a cab down to Potong Pasir to pick up our new baby and cabbed him over to Serangoon Gardens to look for a vet.
Peanut (after which would be referred to as WW), was in a bad condition. The vet told us that he has flu and his intestines are all knotted up, in which he would pass on if food cannot pass through his intestines. We were worried sick. Ms Toh (contact person for adoption) told me that an animal would know when he is being loved and cared for and all that would give him the strength and determination to go on and fight it through. Well, true enough, WW (weiwei) managed to get through the worst with the both of us around. Syringes and medicines, checking the clock every few minutes to see if it’s time for feeding / medicine, looking at our baby staring at the floor for hours. Less than a week, he started to take canned food. And before we knew it, he became a huge eater and a crazy, chasing after the mop, feline.
In between the growth of our baby, I got myself a job at Gateway Law Corporation. Started work on 25 May (whoa! That’s more than a month ago), everyone here is nice. It’s environment, a total opposite to TKS. It was crazy noisy mess there. Someone will be talking at every point in time. Whereas at Gateway, we Skype each other instead of talking or via intercom. The office is generally quiet so we can do our own work in peace.
Well, as for the Litigation team, where I’m working under. It’s hectic in the sense whereby there are a lot of work to be done and a lot of documents and things to be prepared before a trial. The amount of admin work alone is madness, filing and printing and keeping track of what’s this what’s that. The worst period would be towards the end of the month where billings and all have to be done before the month ends. Well, can’t be helped, can’t blame Max for rushing and pushing us either because a law firm, no matter what, is still a business itself.
Haven’t been feeling awesome for the whole of last week. Too many things going on at the same time. It wears me out quite a lot. As much as I want to be strong, a human body and mind has certain limits to how much it can sustain too.
Sometimes I wonder who someone really is. What can we get from what we see? Is it all a façade or is it reality staring right back at you? How do we avoid being emotionally or mentally affected by these people and how do we avoid being affected by those whom are already affected by them? Attitudes, importance, existence, sense of belonging, confidence, self esteem, appreciation etc changes to a point in which I find it so hard to grasp, where I don’t know which approach to adopt while facing it.
I guess, that’s just what they want. To be seen, to be important, to be spotted, to have attention. Well, I guess you can have all that because I can live without. I can’t say I’m 100% comfortable at where I’m standing and who I am because that would make my whole blog post stupid (amongst other facts like yes, I do feel non-existent / unappreciated at times). But well, I am comfortable enough to let you have almost whatever you try to “protect away from me” or “snatch for yourself”. It’s probably because you haven’t found your stand or your self-identity yet; while I know, I’ve already did.
Good luck to growing up everyone. Age isn’t a gauge of maturity or wits. If you ain’t savvy enough (I’m not saying I am, yet), it can be quite difficult surviving in such environments sometimes. And saying that, probably, I can’t blame her that much either. Which is what I always get, “She’s still young ……”. Right. I’ve just got to learn to accept.
A successful person is not the one who’s right at the top, rather, the one who’s WILLING to be at the bottom. –Somewhere I read from
The tougher you’ve been through, the more successful you are as compared to others. Learn to smile back when you’re angry, it will not kill you, rather, it may save you. –my Mom
I keep reminding myself stuffs like that whenever I feel like I’m receiving "bad things".
Clare, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. ITFUCKING DOESN'T MATTER.
It’s been a long time since the previous update. Everything seems dead. Well, there hasn’t been much stuff going on recently, maybe because I’ve settled down with my new job and all.
Celebrated my birthday at Phuture because I didn’t want to brainstorm over what to do, where to go, who will come and whatnots. Less than a week after, I adopted a cat together with BF. It all started when I found him on a cat welfare website and was discussing with BF over the various issues to consider before bringing a new life home.
After much consideration, I asked if I could adopt “Peanut” (his name on the welfare website which I found out later that it was being used over and over again, even on different types of cats). I got a reply the next day saying that Peanut was really sick and is not up for adoption. The fosterer was too poor to bring him to the vet either and they have decided to let him go naturally. They offered us a healthy kitten but we decided that it was too cruel to know of Peanut’s situation yet turn a blind eye to it. So on that very moment, BF and me took a cab down to Potong Pasir to pick up our new baby and cabbed him over to Serangoon Gardens to look for a vet.
Peanut (after which would be referred to as WW), was in a bad condition. The vet told us that he has flu and his intestines are all knotted up, in which he would pass on if food cannot pass through his intestines. We were worried sick. Ms Toh (contact person for adoption) told me that an animal would know when he is being loved and cared for and all that would give him the strength and determination to go on and fight it through. Well, true enough, WW (weiwei) managed to get through the worst with the both of us around. Syringes and medicines, checking the clock every few minutes to see if it’s time for feeding / medicine, looking at our baby staring at the floor for hours. Less than a week, he started to take canned food. And before we knew it, he became a huge eater and a crazy, chasing after the mop, feline.
In between the growth of our baby, I got myself a job at Gateway Law Corporation. Started work on 25 May (whoa! That’s more than a month ago), everyone here is nice. It’s environment, a total opposite to TKS. It was crazy noisy mess there. Someone will be talking at every point in time. Whereas at Gateway, we Skype each other instead of talking or via intercom. The office is generally quiet so we can do our own work in peace.
Well, as for the Litigation team, where I’m working under. It’s hectic in the sense whereby there are a lot of work to be done and a lot of documents and things to be prepared before a trial. The amount of admin work alone is madness, filing and printing and keeping track of what’s this what’s that. The worst period would be towards the end of the month where billings and all have to be done before the month ends. Well, can’t be helped, can’t blame Max for rushing and pushing us either because a law firm, no matter what, is still a business itself.
Haven’t been feeling awesome for the whole of last week. Too many things going on at the same time. It wears me out quite a lot. As much as I want to be strong, a human body and mind has certain limits to how much it can sustain too.
Sometimes I wonder who someone really is. What can we get from what we see? Is it all a façade or is it reality staring right back at you? How do we avoid being emotionally or mentally affected by these people and how do we avoid being affected by those whom are already affected by them? Attitudes, importance, existence, sense of belonging, confidence, self esteem, appreciation etc changes to a point in which I find it so hard to grasp, where I don’t know which approach to adopt while facing it.
I guess, that’s just what they want. To be seen, to be important, to be spotted, to have attention. Well, I guess you can have all that because I can live without. I can’t say I’m 100% comfortable at where I’m standing and who I am because that would make my whole blog post stupid (amongst other facts like yes, I do feel non-existent / unappreciated at times). But well, I am comfortable enough to let you have almost whatever you try to “protect away from me” or “snatch for yourself”. It’s probably because you haven’t found your stand or your self-identity yet; while I know, I’ve already did.
Good luck to growing up everyone. Age isn’t a gauge of maturity or wits. If you ain’t savvy enough (I’m not saying I am, yet), it can be quite difficult surviving in such environments sometimes. And saying that, probably, I can’t blame her that much either. Which is what I always get, “She’s still young ……”. Right. I’ve just got to learn to accept.
A successful person is not the one who’s right at the top, rather, the one who’s WILLING to be at the bottom. –Somewhere I read from
The tougher you’ve been through, the more successful you are as compared to others. Learn to smile back when you’re angry, it will not kill you, rather, it may save you. –my Mom
I keep reminding myself stuffs like that whenever I feel like I’m receiving "bad things".
Clare, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. IT
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