Crowdfund review

As an IB graduate, I’m blessed/cursed with the constant habit of critical thinking.

Yes, it’s quite contradictory because I’m all for positive thinking, being optimistic and looking on the bright side of things.

But humans are awesome in such a way that we are perfectly capable of encompassing two contrasting traits at the same time.

Back to the point.

So I attended my first ever crowdfunding event called crowdfundher live.

Throughout the event, my brais mentally telling me how the events could be held better, the pitches could be made better.

It’s not that I think the event was bad, it’s just…there’s always room for improvement.

So here, I shall word vomit what I think are improvements that can be made.

Firstly, a better emcee, I’d enjoy the event much more if I didn’t have to strain my poor ears and brain as to what the emcee had to say. He was soft and I’m sorry, not being racist, but his accent made listening a little tiring.

Second, the whole set-up. I couldn’t see the presenters because of the heads of people in front of me, there weren’t nearly enough chairs for everyone. When we came in, we didn’t know if we needed to register, where could we sit, we were lost… So yes, set-up could definitely have been better.

Third…actually I’m just going to screw numbering my suggestions.

The pitches themselves.

I feel incredibly guilty that I found a local distillery more worth my money than malnutrition kids in third world country.

But that’s the reality of crowdfunding, your passion and story.

Not everyone’s a brilliant storyteller, but damn well make sure that whoever is standing on that stage speaking for you is a good storyteller.

Logically, I can appreciate the Chain Reaction Project’s idea, and pledging 25 bucks, the money I use on one-two good meals, to help suffering children is totally worth it, but my heart just won’t let me spend that money.

Because I felt no conviction and passion, I didn’t feel that my money will be going into something worthwhile.

And it’s only because the story was lacking.

Here’s what I would’ve done.

I would start telling the people about myself, about my desensitized, apathetic self. Everyone can relate to that. Then I’ll go into that day when I went for the bike cross country in this desolate city and rode by children who were malnutritioned and thought nothing of it. Until I met a woman. This woman had a belief, had a dream, a vision. She was fighting a war. I have so many things that this woman didn’t have and yet there she is doing something that I can do better but isn’t doing. Don’t we all want to be so much more than who we are now? Don’t we all want to be able to make a difference? Ironically, making a difference isn’t as hard as we all think it is. I realized that I could help her in her war, with less effort than she’s putting into it, and you can help us win this war with just a lift of a finger. And it won’t cost you anything more than your day’s worth of lunch money. You can make difference, and make a change, and all it’s going to cost you is 25 bucks. But I know your money is important to you, no matter how little, so you deserve to know what sort of impact those few dollars you are pledging will make. And know this, they will make a huge difference.

Of course at this juncture and I can tell them that their money goes into seeds and gardens, but really it’s a lot more than just seeds and gardens, its empowerment. You’re teaching these people how to be self-sufficient, you’re investing in enabling these people to be independent again. At the end, you just need to emphasize that all it takes is just this little bit of your money, to make a lasting difference to 360 people’s lives. I think a good chunk of people would gladly fork the cash over.

Really, content wise what I just came up with was exactly what the kind lady said, I just made use of this skill called story-telling so people can relate, feel the buy-in and support it. That’s what crowd-funding is about isn’t it? Buy-in?

The distillery lady had a much more passionate speech, and it helps that I like cocktails and liqueurs. The emcee had a brilliant idea that these local liqueurs would make great and practical souvenirs, and I can’t agree more. However, Singapore has such high alcohol tax, they would need to sell a lot more bottles of their liqueurs at a much higher price to be sustainable. So yes, a mixed B to B and B to C model is a good idea to divsersify the market , but there needs to be incentive for the consumers to use your product besides the fact that it’s unique. I will buy a unique liqueur once and try it out of curiosity, but I won’t buy it again because…well if I wanted to get drunk, there are cheaper and faster ways. Of course real liqueur lovers will simply support high quality alcohol, but Singapore is a small market, a fan won’t buy in enough quantity at the necessary frequency to keep the business sustainable. I really think they should look into marketing these liqueurs to have greater purpose than just for cocktails and drinking. Or make making cocktails and drinking something easier and more accessible to the everyday person. Because if I can make simple but cocktails at home for my friends who come over, I won’t mind stocking up on the necessary liqueurs, the cost is justified; plus, I can also make interesting deserts. Sure, not everyone’s the ‘host’ type, but that’s an additional market segment. *shrugs*

Fashion…oh fashion. I really thought foxtrot had it going there with their padded, slightly more ergonomic shoes but really, the pads aren’t in the right places. So dear entrepreneurs, the gap is still there, comfortable humane heels, go invent and wait for cash to flow in. And though her concept of affordable clothing for real women was great..the quality was…meh..and her designs…not so much for real women, Unless real women all look like lithe french ladies. And there was no niche! Are her designs somehow more functional for real women? Breathes better? Helps prevent odour? Stain resistant? Does it flatter real women more? If so, use real female models, not model models.

Finally, family photo repository.

According to google, repository is where you store stuff.

So basically, it’s a self-curating, photo back-up app.

I can see the lazy but photo loving parent and families gobbling it up.

Personally? Design interface can be made better. And as usual the pitch could be more…relatable. I’m sure there are many parents in the audience, whom, while spending all their time and efforts raising their children, missed out on documenting these moments. Or if they did manage to document it, no one has the energy to sort through the millions of failed shots. And when it comes to christmas and gatherings, you want to share the moments, to look back, and you realize, you can’t because there isn’t anything to look back to. Of course we’d all want to be one of them parents with the scrapbook of baby photos and memorabilia, but ain’t no body got time for that. Well, now you don’t need to because an app does it for you!.


Honestly, there’s no fool-proof business idea, there’s only great marketing (storytelling) and great execution. Miss out either, and also a good bit of luck, businesses won’t succeed.

But of course, it’s always easier to criticize others than to do things yourself.

God knows my own ideas are full of loop-holes.

It’s no wonder why my mom always asks me to get a job as a consultant.

You get paid to give suggestions, ideas and criticism and not be responsible for any of it.

Decoding unhappiness

It’s just one of them blogging days because my brain decided to be extra-productive and muse lots today.

Yes, this means there’ll be back to back posts.


The first musing of today, they my dear brain has decided to ponder about is the unhappiness of Singaporeans.

As we already know, the unhappiness levels of this tiny country is disproportionately high.

What I want to know though, is why.

I was talking to a wonderfully brilliant friend today, who has curly hair, you know who you are (P.S, she’s an awesomer writer and muser too) and she made a statement that made my brain really wonder.

She said that there are a lot of things in Singapore that only rich people can do.

I think that at the root of all the unhappiness in Singapore is money, or rather the lack of it.

I certainly do not disagree with what most people are unhappy about, everyone’s concerns and worries are valid and justified.

After all, how is high cost of living and low employment opportunities not something to be concerned about?

But…lets be frank, who in the world, in any other country, do not worry about these things?

Our unhappiness about high cost of living has exploded into something that’s dramatic and out of control.

This unhappiness has founded xenophobia, shaming culture, complaining culture and so much of all the hateful sentiments that plagues this country.

So obviously, I want to know why.

Why is our happiness so disproportionately high compared to our actual worries?


As usual, my following sentiments will be flamed and hated on, but if it’s not controversial there’s no point putting it out here is there?

Lets take a look at what we have to be unhappy about.

Trains break down and are late a lot.

There’s just too many people all the time, anywhere.

Everything, house, cars, food, transport, schools, you name it, are just too expensive.

No one ever smiles, everyone’s rude.

The government sucks.

Yea, summarizing the most prevalent complaints I hear on a daily basis (and read on the web), that’s really it.

Putting it down like that, you will wonder, I mean, yes those are serious issues, but it’s really not worth the extent of hate this country has been generating is it?

I have a theory, why be sad if you can be happy?

There is so much in Singapore that you CAN be happy about.

Since most people these days like to compare Singapore to other countries in their complaints, lets compare then shall we.

What is it that we HAVE that others DON’T.

Safety, for one. Riot or no riot, that recent bicycle rapist dude or not. In general, I, as a young woman, can get away with walking home alone at night and the ungodly hour of 2am in the morning and know that I’m safe, within the constraints of murphy’s law.

We can walk on the streets with our phones in our hands and not worry that someone is going to come up with you with a knife/gun, and snatch that phone right off your hands.

Most other countries don’t have that.

Did you know, smokers have it pretty good in Singapore?

Whether this is a perk or not is quite a toss up, but in other countries like Japan and Korea, you can’t smoke anywhere you want on the street.

You can only smoke at designated smoking areas.

Smokers in Singapore can happily light their ciggys and parade around the roads leaving toxic fumes behind them for the rest of us to suffocate in.

These little things we have that we don’t appreciate, they don’t cost us any money.

We don’t have democracy you say?

Countries at Thailand REALLY don’t have democracy; if we really had no democracy, there’s no way we would have smug Singaporeans being able to bitch about ‘reclaiming power in 2016′.

I experienced culture shock for the first time when my junior in school from Brunei  told me that he doesn’t have an official citizenship in his country despite being born and raised there because he’s got to take a Citizenship Test at age 18 and pass it to qualify for a real IC and passport. One of the key questions is being able to spell their ruler’s ridiculously long name.

In Singapore, you can totally get away with not knowing the names of people who run our country.

But I’m straying.

There are so many things we have and can enjoy and be happy about in Singapore.

Indeed, there are many things that only the rich can enjoy, but we are definitely NOT in a country where the less affluent have nothing to enjoy.

Last I checked, the playgrounds for kids in this country are still free; and you can have the peace of mind that when you put your child on the slide, it’s not going to fall apart and kill your kid.

And yes, a bottle of water may cost 2 bucks these days, but tap water in Singapore is drinkable, you can walk into any toilet, turn on the tap there and drink the water from it and know that you won’t drop dead from some sort of strange poisoning.

Hiking, taking a stroll, sitting in a park and talking to friends (even at ungodly hours), these are all FREE entertainment in Singapore that anyone can enjoy.

I cannot get away with chatting with a friend on a bench in a park at 2am in NYC without fearing for my safety in some way, I can in Singapore.

So why is it that despite all the things we do have to appreciate and be happy about, we DON’T appreciate and be happy about them?


Then my brain realized that it was tackling this question in all the wrong ways.

Happiness is internal, it doesn’t matter what external factors there are.

And Singapore, as a country, has set itself and its people up to never be able to attain happiness.

Here’s why.

In Singapore, most people’s happiness is set at a material, quantifiable level.

You must be successful to be happy.

Example one, kids aren’t allowed to be happy and play games an enjoy life if they don’t do well in school/get into a good school.

Example two, you aren’t in a position to have a happy family until you’ve got a house and a car.

But you know, there are always better schools, bigger houses, more expensive cars out there.

Success doesn’t have a cap, the sky is the limit, there is ALWAYS room for bigger goals.

If in Singapore, we define happiness as being rich and successful, I’m sorry, we will never ever be happy.

You will never be rich enough or successful enough, once you’ve attained Goal 1, you’ve simply unlocked Goal 2.

The poorest of the poor are upset because they cannot afford a house, the slightly richer ones with a house are upset because they cannot afford a car, the middle class are upset because they can’t afford a condo/branded car, the rich ones are upset because they can’t afford high class dining and entertainment, the richest of the rich are upset because they aren’t rich enough compared to other rich people.

So many foreigners complain about Singaporeans complaining about how bad their life and their country is when we have, to them, everything.

But if you looked at things from our point of view, this materialistic point of view, we don’t have anything do we?

Never enough at least.

When are you successful enough?

When you’re a manager? A CEO? An official? A billionaire?

Even if you set your sights on one of these goals, you say that I’ll be happy once I make a million dollars, how long will it take for you to effectively be able to make a million bucks?

Not everyone is that lucky and not everyone is that capable.

Does that mean that if you take 30 years to be able to make a million dollars, that you’ll be unhappy for 30 years?

Isn’t that just the stupidest thing ever?

But that’s exactly how Singaporeans are wired to think, ‘I’ll be happy once I get a flat’, but when they DO get the flat, they see the nice condos, the landed property and they want that instead….and the goals keeps getting pushed until happiness seems completely unattainable.

Lets face it, most people hate foreign talent because these people take up the higher paying jobs and live the more lucrative life.

These people, logically, stand in the way of Singaporeans attaining success and thus happiness.

If someone stood in my way of happiness, yea I’ll probably hate them if they were the nicest people on earth.

We are all miserable because we have set ‘success’, this thing we no defined end, as a criteria to be happy.

But when you really think about it, do we NEED all these things to be happy?

You don’t need an expensive car to be happy, you don’t need fine wine to be happy.

They help bring you some level of joy and entertainment from time to time, but you don’t NEED them to be happy.

In fact the fickle joy these materialistic things bring you wear off incredibly quickly.

I’m testament to that.

I live in one of the most expensive apartments in Singapore, with one of the best views.

I’m pretty sure every taxi driver who has ever came to pick me up is jealous  of my life and assumes I must be the happiest person on earth.

Well news flash, I’m not.

At first I felt all the joy and appreciation in the world about the breath-taking views at my place…but you can only stare at the same view so many times before you get used to it.

Now, staring at the sea view doesn’t make me happy…but it does make me incredibly picky about all other houses around the world, which usually leads to unhappiness and discontent…

The only time my house brings me happiness is when I appreciate it, but I can find that happiness in anything else in my life.

Like appreciating all the wonderful friends I have, that as cliche as it sounds, money can’t buy.

No amount of external factors and comfort can dictate our happiness because we humans are insatiable bastards who will only adapt to the higher standards of living; we can only find happiness internally.

But most Singaporeans seemed to have forgotten that.

Look at the younger ones, they will only be satisfied if they have the latest toys and gadgets.

Not all parents are rich enough to afford ipads, smart phones and consoles.

So the kids, wired to think that they’re only happy when they have this toy, is now entrenched in this endless cycle of dissatisfaction.

Because the truth is, by the time he or she gets his hands on the iPad, a newer, better model is already coming out. And they need to satisfy that new need.

However, do you NEED an iPad to have fun and be happy?


There was a time in this world where Steve Jobs and all his creations didn’t exist and people had fun and were happy.

Hopscotch is still free and is a world of fun, but kids scoff at it if you even suggest it; why? Because they’ve been wired to only think that joy comes from materialistic things in life.

One of my happiest memories is running through a freaking STORM, by the Han River.

I was wet, drenched, cold and hungry…and laughing my ass off because for some reason, 3 friends braving a storm together felt like a grand adventure. Instead of thinking of all the things I could be unhappy with at that moment, I appreciated the bonds I had…and how stupid my friends looked. (We can’t all be saints here)

Of course I’ve sort of gone off the tangent, so steering things back on course.

Reality is that life actually works in reverse, if we are happier, we are more likely to attain success.

It’s the truth, apparently the scientific term, for this is happiness advantage.

In fact there’s a guy who has decoded the root of human’s unhappiness and sums it up much better than me in this TED video (link is at the end of the post).

So in fact, while all Singaporeans were busy being negative about their lack of success and thus is unhappy; they could have spent that time being happy and in doing so, become much more likely to be successful.

Ironic isn’t it?

To summarize all this, basically Singaporeans are unhappy because we have defined happiness as the attainment of success and material comfort.

And because now, the road to attaining our socially agreed level of success and comfort has gotten considerably harder, we start hating on the people who has made life more miserable, so to speak.

The government, who keeps raising the cost of things.

The foreign talents, who make jobs and work more competitive.

Everything else is just an extrapolation of this discontent and unhappiness.

Why do parents put so much pressure on their kids? They want their kids to be successful so they can be ‘happy’.

So how do we fix this.

Well, we can start rewiring the dear brains of everyone to start naturally being more positive and happy.

AKA train our brains to appreciate and be happy, because happiness is actually quite easy to attain.

All you have to do is appreciate the little things in life, like the beautiful clouds in the sky, the way even trash cans look beautiful at golden hour, the person who smiled at you on the train, the love and support of friends and family and that bird that walks funny when crossing the street.

And then think of ways to enjoy life without relying on material goods; teach little ones the joy and accomplishment of skipping stones, picking up sea-shells, observing ants and finding shapes in clouds.

And once you’ve found happiness in all these little things in life, you’ll suddenly realize that you have energy and motivation to tackle your day, work  will come more easily to you, classes will seem less tedious. You’ll just focus better, the people around you will be less grumpy (remember, if you’re an asshole to someone, they’ll be an asshole right back at you), you’re more likely to praise someone AND receive praise… At times like that, even when there are some bad things in life, you’ll have the power to laugh through it.

I don’t quite know how to put this properly but…once we stop the endless pursuit of materialistic comfort and success, we’ll suddenly have more people who can and will make more arts and culture. Because there wouldn’t be a social stigma to being an artist who works a day job to make a living. Parents will stop berating children for wanting to pursue the so called ‘unrealistic’ careers. You won’t be judged by the amount your make and your choice of career. For the first time in your life, you’ll be able to open your eyes and realize just how much you really have and how rich you really are once you start learning how to be happy again.

This is not to say that we should all return to nature and shit, but when you’re happy, bad things seem less bad, good things are better and the best things will be even greater.

So while I grasp at the straws because I have no idea how to put all the zillions of words I feel about why happiness is the most basic human instinct and that everything will magically be better when you’re happy…please watch this guy say all that I want to say and more in a much more engaging and understandable way than I ever can.

Keep in mind, even if you think his 3 tips of training our brains to be happy is lame; even if you are a hardcore materialist, being positive and happy gives you a quantifiable ADVANTAGE in anything you do.




Biggest achievement to date

TED likes to ask you to write what your friend would say is your biggest achievement to date.

To me, my biggest achievement to date is being a Panda.

Most people would think being a Panda mascot sucks.

The suit is hot, it’s stinks, it’s heavy and you can’t see shit.

Most of the occupational hazards are correct, but you also get to be cute, do stupid things and most importantly, bring joy to children.

And I’m not just ANY Panda, I’m a talking Panda.

That speaks 3 languages.

I really think that it makes a lot of difference, a mascot that doesn’t speak is just a mascot, but once you do, you’re a character.

And my Panda, 小呼, is as real to kids as Elmo and the Big Bird, and I’m really proud of that.

I make learning more fun for them, I make jokes about things in the textbook (appropriate ones; because off-camera this Panda says some pretty inappropriate things), I whine about homework like they do, I make sure that they feel that being a kid is okay.

And it’s not just that, I give kids suggestions and life advice that would otherwise sound naggy coming from teachers and parents because as a Panda, I’m a peer; also because my inner child is kicking and well, the advice I give are actually somewhat applicable.

I tell them it’s okay to love yourself even if some people don’t like you, I tell them not to let bullies bring you down, I make studying sound more fun and I make getting scolded feel a little less painful.

As a Panda, I can give kids the respect and appreciation that they often don’t get, because they’re too young to be listened to and take seriously.

And when you receive a letter from a kid, thanking you for making their learning more fun, and telling you that they love you and is rooting for you, that’s just the most wonderful feeling in the world.

And when the mother of a kid who has cancer calls, and tells you that you’ve helped her kid feel like he’s at school again, like he’s normal and he’s having fun, that bittersweet feeling is indescribable.

That’s when you realized being mobbed by kids and conventions, having them hit my head and cling onto my legs is all worth it.

Because the way their eyes light up when they see you, you know, even inside that stuffy sweaty suit, you know, that you’re bringing joy to children.

And that makes me damn proud to be a fucking panda.

I’ve been a director, council secretary, consultant and many other things in my short 22 year old life, but my biggest achievement to date is being a Panda.


What schools didn’t teach

I’m constantly frustrated by my mother’s lack of common sense, especially with regards to every day appliances.

For example, she doesn’t know if meats go in the freezer or the fridge, she doesn’t know that if she’s heating liquid in the microwave, she should pop the lip open so the container won’t explode.

I honestly could not fathom why someone wouldn’t know these things that are practically common sense. Until I thought back as to how I learnt about these things.

I know that I can’t heat liquid without popping the lid or put aluminium foil into the microwave because I learnt it in physics class. We also discussed why paper and wood won’t burst into flames in the microwave..and calculated the time and temperature the waves have to be if we wanted paper and wood to explode. And no we never carried out such experiments.

So, what I realized was, my mom, being 33 years my senior, never had those physics lessons. She probably had physics lessons but her lessons probably didn’t cover microwave ovens and digital technology.

Of course, you’d say that in the 21st century, you don’t need to go through high school physics class to learn about microwave ovens, there’s instruction booklets, Google and friends and family to learn these things from. I agree, which is why I am still in the midst of educating my mother on the finer points of kitchen technology.

But the point is, this led me to realize that the severe lack of common sense and general knowledge the society suffers from today is a direct result of our education.

You know those tags on the clothes that tell you what can go into the dryer and what can’t? They’re great and all but, a sizeable bunch of the population can’t even read what all those symbols all. For all they know, it could be strange hieroglyphics. And filing taxes, for all the supply and demand curves and gearing ratios my accounting and economics teacher taught me, I still don’t know how to file taxes, how insurance interest works and what CPF entails specifically.

And while internet’s life hack sections grows by the day, there are still some things that the almighty internet can’t teach, simply because you didn’t key in the correct keywords. Thing is, for all its vast knowledge, Google can’t teach you if you don’t ask it to. The problem now is that, how do you know what you don’t know?

You don’t.

Which is why schools are important because they know what you don’t know and make sure you know it.

Apparently little kids in Europe spend their kindergarten years visiting police stations, fire stations, learning how to do laundry and learn all sorts of general knowledge and skills. I wonder why our schools aren’t doing that. Really, you don’t need a head-start in life for algebra and calculus, god knows you won’t even use it when you graduate. And sure coding and electronics is a great thing to learn, but what’s the point of knowing all that if you can’t even wire up your TV and screen?

Why is it important to say thank you, excuse me, sorry and you’re welcome?

Why is queuing up important?

How do you start a fire for BBQ?

Who do you call, police or ambulance, under different situations?

So yea, next time you wonder why a person lacks common sense, just remember, schools didn’t teach that.

Strange dream

Gotta write this down before i forget.

So it starts, or at least I remember, with me in this giant hotel in the middle of the city that isn’t Singapore.

We were being attacked by harpy looking evil bird man (think the GT robo in toriko but with feathery wings and talons) and the boss of these harpies.

I have no idea why they were attacking us though.

So apparently I was the chosen one with powers to fight them off (i could use fly, cut and strength..yea…) And I had just fought off the boss and a wave.

Then it was evening/night time.

There were baseball players, famous ones, playing and training at the hotel.

I was in my room but then was really depressed cause I lost my powers after the fight.

Then I went out to the roof areas to calm myself down and figure out what To do.

So at first I was hesitant if I should leave the building at all in case harpies are still out there but I ended on the roof emoing and watching the baseball players train. (strange training they have, seeing who can throw the ball down this artificial hill that looked like it’s for golf )

So as i was being depressed, two of them climbed up. Saw me and I waved and I was like, nice training, you’re so brave to train while there still stray harpies around. I was like we should go inside soon where it’s safe. Then they looked at me and laughed and was like, its fine they can chill on the roof since I was there. Just as they said that two harpies appeared out of nowhere and attacked I was already through the glass door in the building. i saw that and ran back in to grab him from the harpy’s talons and I was like “not another one!” (i wonder whats my traumatic back story) and he looked at me in fear and hope and went “quick, use cut!” And I just kept pulling him and dragged him inside away from the harpy. And then i told him, all anguished and frustrated that I can’t cause i lost my powers. He looke at me in digust and walked off.

Then I went back to my room, slept and it was early morning. So we were going to be under another attack, somehow everyone knew by now that I had lost my powers so I was to stay in my hotel room, curtains drawn and to wait the attack out. I vaguely have a feeling that I had a roomate but he wasn’t there i not sure. Anyways, so I went to where my mom and dad and family (idk for a moment they looked like my ex’s parents then one of my Bestie’s parents) stayed and was like, can I wait out the attack with you guys. They looked so shocked and disgusted that they had to room with me, everyone shuffled uncomfortably and finally they said that they’re not comfortable with me around and it’s best if I just went to my room..and never come back. So i did…and I saw nemo and tweddy on my bed, I felt that their room was safer and told my mom. At least keep nemo and tweddy with you, protect them for me, she nodded understandingly and I went back to my room to emo and wait.

So as per my chaotic dreams, the next moment, I was at home. Now same harpy attack but I wasn’t the chosen one with powers. So I knew an attack was coming, so I ran to tell my mom to close all Windows and draw all curtains. (basically hapries are sort of like raptors, they don’t enter buildings or break through class unless they see movement, they don’t exactly recognize humans)

So I frantically went around my house closing all the windows and curtains, a friend called, said he was coming over and he’s almost here. I told him to let himself in and find a spot away from Windows. He said he brought food for the stake out I ignored him. Anyways, I went to every room in my house to close Windows etc. The scariest was the living room cause the balcony doors were wide open and was facing the sea. Closing that was the scariest cause I was the most exposed. Anyways, I ended up in my mom’s toilet and I was nagging at her why she didnt close them when attack was anytime! Now her toilet had low Windows and blinds, not curtains, so I had to raise the blinds by 1/5 to close the Windows. My mom was brushing her teeth and I was nagging that we didnt have time for her morning routine and she was like dont worry and i was warning her that at my signal, to stop moving. In my nagging after I closed the window I didn’t have time to close the blinds completely, then I saw wings outside the window and I froze. Mind you, I’m still sitting at the edge of the bathtub where the Windows and blinds are. I didn’t dare reach out or move and prayed that the harpy would fly by. But 5 of them stopped at my window. They flew back a bit to look through the slit and I could see them staring at me. I told I my mom to not move. I picked an empty spot between the harpy and stared and prayed I didn’t blink or move. They just kept staring. Then two of them flew off and I was relieved and waited for the rest of fly off too. But one of them (the more purple one) just wouldn’t go and I was at my limit of not moving. Then jt flew closer and tapped the glass window and went back to its fellow harpy and I somehow knew it said to its friend that “doesn’t that thing look denser that the others”, stating that I looked more..alive than the other objects. So i just stared, eyes watering, hoping I didn’t blink, and waited for them to bust through the window and attack.

And I woke up and realized I wasn’t in my blanket. Which was why I felt exposed and unsafe. Okay back to bed.

Friendzone aura


I see these happy couple around me, and I realize that the girl can never be me.

I’ll never be the sort you bring home because I’m not the sort of girl parents want to meet.


While all the other girls graduated to make up and dresses, I’m still in sneakers and skates, because you know, cars are expensive.

Mothers want gentle girls, feminine girls for their sons. Men want beautiful, elegant women on their arms.

I’m not that sort of girl. And that’s totally fine by me.

Because although I like to game and train, I’m a great cook. I can fix up
shit in the house better than most. You can never show me off to your friends, but at least of you need an extra party member I’m there. I can’t sit there and look pretty, but you don’t have to worry about me in a fight.

You won’t ever have to listen to me talk about fashion and clothes, unless it’s for a shoot. I won’t need much attention because I’m probably busier than you.

All that makes me the perfect partner in life, which also leaves me in permanent friendzone.

But that’s totally fine by me,cause honestly life is happier being yourself than being another person for someone else.

Themed attractions world tour

I want to visit all the world’s theme parks and themed attractions before I die…or as much of it as I can. There are probably tons of nameless creative museums all around the world that I’ll never get to, but hey a girl can dream can’t she?

Travelling the world would obviously, cost a lot of money (no shit sherlock), so I was just wondering, wouldn’t it be a much smarter idea to start small private tours of themed attractions and be a tour guide, so theoretically you get paid AND get to see all these awesome places. Not a half-bad idea is it?

Now I just gotta go read up those attractions..doesn’t sound like a terrible chore…=P