I’ve debated whether or not to say it (and inadvertently offend a lot of people), but I’ve decided to get it off my chest once and for all:
I do not condone buying Followers, Likes or automating my Instagram account.
I’ve debated whether or not to say it (and inadvertently offend a lot of people), but I’ve decided to get it off my chest once and for all:
I do not condone buying Followers, Likes or automating my Instagram account.
As news of Mr Lee Kuan Yew’s passing transforms our little red dot into an island of black, white and grey, social media and news sites alike have exploded in a flurry of mourning, reflection and remembrance of some of the great man’s achievements and words. Most notably:
Well pretty much all has been said and done, and I’m not here to debate either side or announce my naming my next cuppa Milo after him (c’mon), but only to share my personal experience with him back in Year One.
I’ve been tagged for this #whatisyourpurposemovement challenge on Instagram so here goes:
If you’ve known me long enough, you’ll know that my journey into photography was an erratic one.
Joining an E-Commerce company that is more or less known among your social circle can be incredibly exciting, and a minor ego boost for someone whose resume is made up of a smattering of club committees and that one internship that was as compatible with your degree as chalk and cheese, i.e. me when I graduated from university.
In light of this post marking my first year in the “working world” as they call it, here are 5 questions I’ve been asked most frequently by my friends, family and acquaintances upon them finding out where I work (with a hint of tongue-in-cheek :P):
Growing up, I’ve always loved reading and writing, which pushed me to pursue English Literature in junior college and university.
Sadly, in a society that values numbers, Literature, and any other humanities subject for that matter, is inevitably belittled as no more than a mandatory fulfilment for lower to upper secondary education. Up to the day I graduated, many concluded that my degree was ill-suited to the reality of the working world, and the only job that would befit me was – you guessed it, an English teacher (which I’m not, by the way).
Not to put down my peers who did embark on the teaching route (whom I totally look up to because I personally couldn’t stomach the thought of going back to the classroom); I just find it ironic that English Literature majors are held in a dichotomous position in which they are revered for being able to understand a seemingly indecipherable text (trust me, it doesn’t happen all the time), but at the same time ridiculed for “over-reading” a “storybook”.
It’s cliche to say this, but if I had a dollar for every time someone stopped by to tell me to get my nose out of “that storybook” and hit the “real” books, I would be a millionaire.
But this post is not to lament about the woes of a student of English Literature, or to lambast every single person who inadvertently made me feel less than a student (including that one guy who told me to, quote unquote, stop looking at pornography because my copy of After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie had Modigliani’s Reclining Nude as its cover art).
I just thought I would post something that Professor Robbie Goh shared in my final class at NUS (which I also thought might come in handy for anyone who’s in that why-did-I-choose-this-major time of the semester 😉 ). I’m not setting out to change anyone’s mind about my major, but maybe this might put those in doubt a little closer to why I stuck with it for so long:
71% who attempted this challenge failed because they were too busy to be happy.
It’s almost unbelievable at first, that majority of people today, or at least, those who tried to be happy about something for 100 days in a row, can’t find time for that. But then again, it can’t be too far from the truth. After all, how many times have we skipped out on sitting down to enjoy a cuppa, or taken the little things for granted simply because we were too focussed on coming out tops in the daily rat race?
With 2013 being a year of emotional roller coasters and near mental train wrecks, I made a resolution to be consciously, and successfully, happier this year. Enter the 100 Happy Days challenge which dictated that I post a picture of something that had made me happy that day, everyday, for the next 100 days. For someone who is so used to chronicling her daily moments on Instagram and the like, this seemed reasonable enough!
To the corporate newbie, the working world can be a real jungle, with cryptic industrial terminology (“vertical” doesn’t mean up and down, right?) and the occasional office beast ready to snap you up for breakfast. Does your boss’s poker face hide a smouldering rage within, or is that creepy dude sitting across you the cause of those stains that appeared mysteriously on your chair after you took the day off? (read: temporary foot rest)
For the lucky few, we have our Work BFFS, people whom we love dearly and happen to work with (BuzzFeed, 2013). Here are 5 ways to tell your co-worker has become your Work BFF.