I just can't seem to find the lighter side of life.

everything is

so

heavy



and


quite a







burden.

Today, I chanced upon the news of Hilary Clinton, Obama and Joe Biden being the intended recipients of a suspected explosive package.

And the I proceed to google Joe Biden, regrettably mistaking him for John McCain.

I found out that Joe Biden's son, Beau Biden died from a brain tumor, and since I thought that Biden was McCain, there was a possibility that brain tumors could be inherited through a recessive gene.

But no, Biden was tumor-free.

I then realised that the person I had in my mind was McCain, went to google him and only to slowly rediscover this ache in my heart from his death in August 2018.

Totally and completely irrelevant but my heart is aching so bad.

How is it possible that my whole body aches in sync with my emotions, over the death of someone I never knew, never met, and much less ever spoke to. 

How is it possible that it’s been more than a year since the death of this person, but I am still unable to get over it. 

How is it possible that I clicked on the video, thinking ‘nah, can’t relate,’ but only to relate deeply as hell because everything resonates.

How is it possible that whatever that is on the outside, doesn’t reflect the inside at all. 

This space in between my head, is really a fucking bad neighbourhood.

it's been many whiles..

My previous employment has rendered me useless. I have been unable to write properly, and have been producing sub par standards of design work that is highly equivalent to a mass production exercise within a factory. And I have also became a person whom I don't really want to associate with. The horror. I have encompassed everything I never wanted.

But then again, Andy Warhol has done pretty brilliant works with mass production. I am, unfortunately (or perhaps, fortunately), not him and should stop finding excuses for my incontestable foolishness for thinking the world of me when that job opportunity literally came knocking on my door.

This is why, one should never think the world of themselves. Look what happened. Jokes' right back on you.

But then again, I have to say that it was not as if I didn't have any good memories to take away with me. I have, met some of the most amazing people in my team and am genuinely so glad they have moved on and are doing things they love.

In any case, the sudden resurgence of this blog is mainly because while looking for further employment opportunities, I chanced upon something I wrote awhile back and it seem to struck a chord within me - that I have strayed so far away from what I initially stepped out with.

I've always had keen interest in Public Service and a strong desire in doing something worthwhile to help people within the communities. I feel that by being involved in the ministries that are already in place within Singapore will allow me to help people better, be it in any scale. And eventually, I want to make the world a better place for everyone to be in. In addition, since I majored in design and have a strong interest in copywriting, I hope to at least contribute my skills and apply whatever I've learned, back to our society. 

Lynette, please remember this.

Finding it extremely hard to survive in an environment that stifles creativity all for the sake of profits and personal preferences.

What about my personal preferences :(

I used to envision Love as an overwhelming experience. What I had in mind was something roaring with passion and fire. There will be tears and there will be moments where you are just thrown off from everything and nothing makes sense anymore. So much drama.

But recently, I've experienced Love to be very calming, comforting, and quiet.

And I luvvit.

P.S.:The previous rendition of Love still exists in the form of sales, discounts and OMG THEY ACTUALLY ACCEPTED MY IDEA?!?!?!?