Tomorrow is the DAY!

135th post!

Guess who's back after a 3-day holiday? Me! I was all pumped to write something yesterday, but plot twist: my bus from KL to Singapore got delayed by almost 2 hours, and I only reached home at... drumroll please... 11:30PM.

By then, I didn’t even have the energy to turn on my laptop. I was DONE. Like, absolutely busted. I took a quick shower, did a speed round of unpacking, and then collapsed into bed like a potato that’s been through a lot.

Oh, and hey—just in case y’all forgot—tomorrow is a big day for me.

It’s the day I finally hand in my resignation letter. Yup.

And guess when I printed it? This afternoon. Using the company printer. Right after lunch. Zero shame.

Honestly, it feels... weird. Like, really weird.

It’s hard to explain the vibe, but if you’ve ever resigned before, you’ll probably get what I mean.

I once read somewhere that resigning feels like a breakup, and yep—it’s spot on.

You know it’s not working anymore, but you still hesitate to walk away. Maybe it’s the people, the routine, or just the comfort zone whispering, “Don’t leave meeee.”

But then I remind myself:

This is my life.

It’s supposed to revolve around me.

Am I happy? Am I doing what I love? Can I be 100% me?

If the answer is shaky, then it’s time to move.

And let’s not forget those tearful moments hiding in the toilet—because showing emotions in front of coworkers? Apparently illegal.

Or those days when your boss volunteered you as tribute to handle the chaos while they watched from the sidelines.

Lesson learned: Protect yourself. Put yourself first. Even if it means being a little selfish.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like a robot in Singapore.

Like, for real—just another NPC in the big city simulation.

Ever noticed how everyone in the MRT is glued to their phones?

Sometimes I stand in a corner just observing people (yes, I’m that person).

And what’s wild is—they never notice me staring. That’s how deep they are into their digital worlds.

Funny? Yep. Sad? Also yep. Because honestly, we’re kinda losing that basic human connection.

Back in my hometown, you’d smile at someone walking by, and they’d smile back.

Here? Nah. Eye contact is apparently a forbidden technique.

Everyone’s in their own bubble, just tryna survive.

Anyway—tomorrow’s the day.

I’ll try to find the right moment to talk to my supervisor.

A proper convo is definitely needed...

Still debating whether I should tell him my actual game plan though.

We’ll see. Stay tuned.