Back to life, back to reality
On Monday, I arrived in Singapore after a relaxing two weeks in Uganda where I watched Netflix, wore oversized slippers and drank two pots of rooibos tea a day. It was hella bliss. In between my hard-core chilling (and freelance working, escusi), I did actually go outside. I explored several amazing places in Kampala and Entebbe, all of which are coming out on my YouTube page in the next few weeks!
For now, I'm back in Singapore and getting back into the city's swing. It's a definite gear-shift from Uganda's slow-paced serenity. I'm back for three weeks and in that time I have to finish a series of short stories, design two websites and go to several auditions. The day after I landed, I had the afternoon to recover before rushing to TV commercial shoot. I'm also trying to start a new lifestyle in which I do not eat processed sugar or meat more than twice a week, and I reduce my gluten and dairy intake. In regards to the latter half, I've failed by having blueberry oats for breakfast almost every day. As for the former, after nearly an hour in the grocery store, I emerged laden with vegetables, organic beans and quinoa, and a new meal plan. My thighs must be a printer because they're gonna get toner! Oh that was terrible. I'm jet lagged, leave me alone.
Part of coming back to the city also means rethinking my wardrobe. As you may well know, I'm an adult now and it's time I started dressing like one instead of wearing clothes that look as though they were chewed by crocodiles. Guess who gave me that lecture? I've never been particularly excited about the prospect of owning an iron. As a student, I've always firmly believed that any clothing needing an iron doesn't deserve to be in my cupboard because it is weak. I'm also one of those people who can't seem to get the hang of delicate clothing. If I even breathe too hard in the wrong dress, it will turn from straight as a sheet to crinkly as kindergarten origami.
Nonetheless, I am determined to (slowly) revamp my wardrobe and turn myself from college girl with an un-ironic ukulele and a penchant for exclamation marks into bona fide dangerous woman. I took a look on the Internets to find some new clothes, and I think I'm off to a pretty decent start!
I definitely think I'm ready for a more mature wardrobe! I got it wrong the first time, when my eighteen-year-old self thought that exclusively wearing granny clothes from thrift stores was some sort of chic fashion statement. It was not.
Here's to a better wardrobe and less wrinkles in 2017!
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