savor savour

americans spell weirdly

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via Daily Prompt: Savor

At first I didn’t know what “savor” was.

Then I realised that it was the americanised version of “savour”

Did I google the word?

Yes.

I’m from the weird island continent country in the Southern Hemisphere that uses British English.

We don’t have a British accent. We just write things the same way.

Our accent is what I like to call “lazy English”

We don’t emphasise the sound of ‘t’ or ‘r’ in words….Or is that the American accent?

I don’t even know.

Basically we don’t sound posh like the British. We sound uncivilised.

Probably because this country was a convict dumping ground for the British to start with.

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One question: why is the American spelling different?

That is something I want to know but too lazy to Google.

signing out,
hourglass 231b

another post from daily prompt because I did nothing but sleep all day

walking advertisement

i’m sure it was unintentional XD

I got glasses today.

I’m not short-sighted like most of my asian friends. I’m part of the weird 20-30% of long-sighted asians.

Recently, I’ve been getting tremendous headaches and eyeball-aches. I went to the optometrist and I was “more long-sighted than before”. This explains the aches due to the strain of the eye.

So I got glasses.

Not at the store I work at. I swear I’m not a traitor. Just at some random store I happen to wander in and found someone to help me. It was a random Vietnamese lady you made me try on a bunch of frames on. We did settle on a frame we both liked.

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I went to collect my glasses today.

I ended up leaving with my glasses in a case that has the name of the store printed on the surface of the case and the cleaning cloth.

I felt like a walking advertisement.

I swear I’m not a traitor.

I do plan to switch it out with the generic cases from the store I work at. Mainly because there’s no logo on it.

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It was at that moment when I realised my pjs were on backwards…

signing out,
hourglass 231b

tailoring to my own needs

mind ramble: individual needs

via Daily Prompt: Tailor

My brain functions differently to your brain.

I see things in a different perspective and will interpret them in my own way.

This is all shaped by our individual experiences.

Each unique experience in our lives makes us who we are today.

We were all born as humans. With different genes from our parents, different food consumed. But most of us were made following the identical process. Biology.

What makes me who I am today?

Is it my parent’s strict ways of disciplining me? The way I was brought up?

From what I hear, most people interpret me as a strong minded person. Also unemotional.

I think I just have more experience in hiding what I feel.

Not everyone’s parents would throw the nearest object at their child because they refuse to go swimming. (it was a bike)

I was able to complete 100 simple maths equations in 1 minute by the age of 5.

Addition, subtraction, division, multiplication and a combination of the four

I was labelled as the child with the neatest handwriting in my cohort when I started primary school. All my letters were equally spaced. Same height. Same size.

By the time I was 10 I was labelled as someone who might be able to go to med school.

But by that time my body was starting to burn out. I was getting high fevers and colds for nearly every important exam I had to sit.

By 15 I was unable to memorise facts and figures for exams. That was the time which I now label as one of my lowest periods.

My main message in this post is, not everyone is the same. We may be made through the same process called fertilisation but our environment and upbringing defines who we are and what we are capable of.

Everything must be tailored for each of our individual needs.

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hourglass 231b

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what is normal?

thoughts from customer observation

I work in an optical store and one thing that has crossed my mind is the definition of normal.

Today in particular a family came in and the son, early teenage years, needed glasses. He obviously wasn’t too keen on getting glasses.

His mum explained to him that what he sees as normal is not what other people see as normal. She recounted her own experiences on getting glasses and the difference it made. Before glasses, she wasn’t aware that she was short-sighted. She thought everyone saw the trees and grass the way she does. But after glasses, she was able to see individual leaves on the trees and each blade of grass.

This wasn’t something I thought a lot about because I have had 20/20 vision for most of my life and recently I was told I was long-sighted. That didn’t make much difference because I can see far and near regardless, I just need extra help with near vision to avoid my eye muscles tiring out and causing big headaches.

This is also the case with colour vision. A friend of mine recently found out he had a colour vision defect. This wasn’t brought to his attention until recently because he thought how he sees colour is how everyone else sees colour. He bought tinted glasses specifically for colour vision defects and was amazed by how vivid the colours appear. They seemed to “pop”. Watching him do colour vision tests is actually amazing and mind-boggling to see.

What is your perspective of the definition of “normal”?

signing out,
hourglass 231b

frozen yoghurt cravings…

i felt the need to freeze my organs

I’ve been craving frozen yoghurt for a while now.

Probably because there’s a frozen yoghurt place right next to the store I work at. Or it might be because it’s in the middle of winter and I felt the need to freeze my organs.

I was going to get frozen yoghurt yesterday but was distracted by the chocolate.

I didn’t today because my train happened to arrive on time and I didn’t want to wait for the next train. It was also getting dark.

signing out,
hourglass 231b

 

sleeping too much and chocolate cravings

i slept too much on a bus to work and i ate chocolate stuff.

I work in an optical retail store and I am near the end of my 3 month probationary period. My manager was the one who sent me to counselling and that was how I found out that I have depression and anxiety. One of the main reason for her action was that I was too quiet which causes customers to lean in in order to hear me. Because of this, I was close to failing my probationary period.

Since I am in the middle of my mid year university break I have more than enough time to come into the store for training. Just to make sure that I know enough and that my manager knows where I need to fix in terms of customer service.

Today was one of those days.

In all honesty, all I did today was organising the overdue tax invoices and statements from the end of financial year period. Nothing interesting. But I did learn a thing or two and developed my telephone-ing skills.

 

One thing of interest was, I did catch the wrong bus to work today. It went to the same destination but took 30 more minutes. I didn’t realised this until the end of the trip because I was asleep for more than half the trip. I ended up 10 minutes late for work.

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I hung out with a few friends at Oliver Brown. Voyageur and her family were mourning over the loss of her great aunt, who she barely knew. And she craved chocolate. I happened to be in the area and joined. 2shy also happened to be in the area and wanted sweet stuff.

It was a short and small get-together. We didn’t talk about much except work. Probably because I came back from work.

I will always be amazed by the amount that people can eat. Compared to them, I can eat enough for nearly 3 of them.

In case you’re wondering, I had a s’more waffle (for 1 person), Voyageur had a slice of chocolate cake and 2shy had a cookies and cream cheesecake. Both of them could not finish and tried to force me to finish for them. I didn’t because I was at my limit with the sugar. But was not full.

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Here’s a random picture of a waffle. Not my waffle because I forgot to save my picture. All credits to My SeeFood Diet. A very clever choice of name. I see food and I like to eat too. 🙂

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I am now home.

I am hungry.

My mum told me to clean my pig-sty of a room by the end of today. But I want to eat. And sleep. That is all I do when I don’t have martial arts training, work or uni.

signing out,
hourglass 231b

 

an introduction

a short introduction about me and why this blog came to be.

I am a university student.

I have a casual job in retail.

I practise martial arts.

I am an average person.

As cliche as this may sound, I suffer from depression and anxiety.

This was not something that was evident to be in the past. However, I did have a feeling something was off. Nothing in particular happened for me to end up in this state.

It just happened.

I have been told to take daily walks, take up past hobbies, continue with martial arts and to act the opposite of how I feel.

This blog is to document my life as I try to put everything back into place. I admit that it won’t be perfect. But it’s better than nothing.

I cannot guarantee that everything that I post in this blog will be about positive things. I know that this road won’t be smooth and I will not pretend that everything is going great when it’s not.

There will be moments when my brain is a complete disaster zone (especially during exam periods). There will be moments when I feel like I am the happiest I have ever been.

Overall, this blog will be an online documentation of my mental stuff.

 

signing out,
hourglass 231b

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