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Some days, I think back at what I’ve done, where I’ve lived and what I’ve seen, and I find the uncool country bumpkin in me exclaiming, “Wow.”

Some days, I just want to be grateful.

I drew lines that divided the plain white paper into 3 columns and 7 rows, and organised my work taking into account both internal and external deadlines, order of strategic priority, how much time each item might take, and the blocks of workable time that I had in a week (i.e. excluding meetings).

It made me happy.

I tripped over some imaginery bump on the pavement, and in a stunning display of instantaneous self-preserving acrobatics, managed to ditch my laptop bag, skip and stumble a few steps in my 4-inch heels, and somehow land firmly on — just so we’re clear — MY 4-INCH HEELS. Such that, if you could picture it, I fell forward and sideways but not down.

Upon witnessing that awkward involuntary dance of mine, my friend (also featured in Deadpan Voice conversation) said, “Wow I’m amazed that you didn’t fall flat on your face.”

“Yeah, I know! All thanks to my athleticism and agility.”

“No, if you were athletic and agile, you wouldn’t have tripped in the first place.”

“No, the proof of agility lies not in not tripping, it’s how your muscles react once put in that adverse situation! It’s like optimism. An optimistic person is not necessarily one who is happy when good things happen. It’s about being happy even when crap happens. I mean, it doesn’t take an agile person to walk on flat ground and not trip. But it takes some serious effort to not fall even after tripping!”

I was practically beaming.

“Oh, woman.” /cue eye-roll.

1. I have a mysterious insect bite on my ankle, where yet-to-be-discovered toxins are pooled. I will one day be crippled from my inability to stop scratching.

2. I’m a useless engineering graduate. The idea of having to operate my DVD player to watch DMC has now paralysed me. I am going to break the TV and it’d be because I touched another piece of AV-related equipment in its proximity.

3. My mattress is so tortured and sunken in the middle that one particular spring has decided to stand up to the oppression and now assaults my lower back on a nightly basis. Someone should flip the mattress over to the good side. I’ll do that tomorrow. Or maybe Sunday. Hmm. Sometime.

4. I am receiving advice from nice older men on how to stop attracting silly younger boys. Smart choice of dating consultant. *pat on back*

It was dinner with some girlfriends and I was informed by the waitress that the drink I wanted was no longer available.

For a moment there, I was disappointed, and I couldn’t decide what my Plan B was, so there was an awkward pause. Someone asked, “Did you just pout at her?” Someone else replied, “Cindy always does that.”

I certainly do not consider myself a cutesy pouty kinda girl, but apparently I am!

A day later, it was lunch and towards the end, I was just waiting for my friend to finish the rest of the food we were sharing because I was too full to try to eat any more of it. So when the very sweet waiter came long and wanted to change my plate, I declined, explaining that I was already done and there was no need to “waste” a clean plate on me.

Now on hindsight, I might have pouted a couple of times too, when I explained how full I was and tried to stop him from taking my dirty plate away.

I pout! I never thought it was something I could do without irony, but apparently it comes naturally to me when I interact with waitstaff.

Now the question is…why?!