The Life of an Ambivert

(I have changed their names to maintain anonymity)  It was game night. My friends came over to my place. The theme was overpriced Grab food and JackBox. Aakash didn't want to play, the spoilsport. And Deborah, who was invited, didn't show up out of introversion.  Now, to set the stage for the event, let me tell you some facts. Aakash likes Deborah, but plays the stubborn fool and does very little about his affection. Deborah, knowing full well about his affection, always plays it up with him. Despite all of this, they have a decent friendship. This situation, however, provides a lot of humor for myself and my friends. So we are well into playing the game. For those of you who have never played JackBox, it is a group game that work similar to Kahoot!. We can type in, draw in, or select answers. There are many types of games, most of which work on satire (my explanation ruins the image of the game, please play for yourself).  The game was drawing graffiti. The players play ...

Have you ever come across a random-chance event? The kind that would only happen say, every once in a billion times, even trillion. I witnessed such an event recently.  For example, take the recent 22/2/22 event that happened on Tuesday, the 22nd of February, 2022. This date is considered special, because it is a palindrome. It reads the same forwards to backwards. It also happened to occur on a Tuesday.  A date like this will never come again. Not in our lifetime. We had a 11/1/11 last decade, but it wasn't as special. 'Two'sday is iconic. And we were fortunate enough to be alive to witness it.  The event I witnessed was even rarer. I may never experience anything like this in my lifetime again. I knew the second it happened, I had to write about it. It has to be etched in stone (or whatever, on the cloud). 

As you very well know by now, I am not a fan of anything cliché and tacky. Hence, I would like to take a moment and celebrate me reaching seven thousand three hundred and sixty nine views on my blog. This is a very special moment. I did not toil hard for this moment. All the blood, sweat and tears that I did not put into keeping this shallow dream of a blog alive. I am glad that I did not waste any time or energy into writing each post and am content with the fact that I will continue to half-heartedly keep writing for you.  That's really the main reason I write. For you. You are special. You are important. And I want to give you my gratitude. Therefore, I would like to formally thank all of my Malaysian and Eastern-European viewer-bots. You regularly traverse my posts. You take the time to sit through and read this low quality blog post when your algorithm has different tasks for you to do. Your presence keeps me going. Even in silence you speak volumes. It inspires me like you wo...

Hmm.  I had a panic attack. This is new. It's exciting. I feel as if I am about to vomit. The realisation of the attack makes me laugh. It's a low gutteral laugh, as if subconsciously trying to indicate the retching that is soon to follow. I decide to sweat it out at the sauna. Allow these fluids and toxins escape my body in the way I desire. After all, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

Sometimes I feel like I put in a bit too much effort into stupid things. Stupid things that are fun at first, but then become tiresome and gruesome when they don't pay off.  For today's session, we were split up into groups and asked to work on different topics. We had to come up with a skit, on talking to patients with extreme beliefs.  I very much wanted to take the backburner on this discussion, mainly because I was grilling some chicken on the side and making lunch. However, none of them wanted to really go into it so I decided to write. I didn't comment and just began to type, as an anonymous alpaca on the google document. I wrote a pretty okay script, if you ask me. There was enough provocation and intrigue in it to make for a compelling argument between doctor and patient. I was writing the doctor's part while my counter part wrote for the patient, playing off of my sentences.  They really butchered it. I feel ashamed. The skit wasn't meant to be funny, or dr...

No one plans for something quite like me. This is not a modest take. Be me. It is 1 o'clock in the morning.  There is a deadline for a presentation that me and my team have to prepare for and present. I decide to stay up late since we did not prepare a draft for our presentation. I work for hours on end, (while subsequently watching Bill Burr to keep me awake) and come up with a rough draft. It is now 8 o'clock in the morning. I begrudgingly walk to university, dreaming about espressos. I see a teammate of mine waiting. This mate, drove all the way just to help present our video. (Props to her) We sit and chit-chat over breakfast and time begins to slip by. I don't realize that we missed our daily briefing, and hurry to start the meeting.  I go over every role, and use the sense of urgency to my advantage to encourage my mates to put in their work. Still, we have yet to begin filming our video. It was soon lunch time. I had an enjoyable lunch. Although the food was basic, i...

I promised myself I wouldn't write about this yesterday, but I am sitting here waiting for the show to start and have nothing to do, which gives me a short window of time to write this piece. Yesterday was an interesting night. For the first time, in quite a while, I was by myself. Friday night with no one to do anything with. Few were out of the country, some about to depart hence unavailable. Some were in quarantine. Some were with each other and hence unavailable to hangout. (Yes I am talking about you two). So I thought, time to watch a movie. I watched No Man of God, a recreation of the relationship between the infamous Ted Bundy and his FBI handler. And I started to drink. After I finished the movie (riveting by the way, check it out), I realized something. I just watched a movie about a rapist serial killer. I should message this girl I just had a long conversation the day before about how all men are evil until proven otherwise. So I did. I messaged her and we hung out.