I am about to go crazy

No running and no sex makes me go “Grrrrr“.

Coming home to weeks of haze did that I couldn’t go out and run like I usually do, has made me incredible irritated!

I tried running in the haze, but gave up just after passing the 2km mark and then decided to walk back home again while wondering how it would be to run with a facemask on? I guess people who saw me running with a mask on would think I have finally lost it and gone nuts, or maybe even robbed a bank, or something worse – you know like robbing a hawker stall. In Singapore that would be a much worse crime than robbing a bank – Especially if it had to close for a day or more because of it. People would go crazy over it.

For someone like me who feel that running is just as important as taking a breath, then I can feel that my lack of running (and sex) makes me incredible irritated, so my fuse is short these days. So much that I had a moment where my emotions almost made me feel like it would be a good time to take a cry, just to get my inner frustrations cleared.

But the first episode of Greys Anatomy’s season 12 came out, and it hit all the right spots, so I finally had something serious to cry about. Ya, Ya it is true. Even though that Greys haven’t been the same without Sandra Oh, then this series can still get me to cry like flipping a switch.

And I am not ashamed at all to admit it.

… btw the first episode VERY pro LGBT with a subject that someone hmm, hmm should see so they got something to think about….

The amazing thing is that I have been able to write quite a lot the last week and managed to get a lot of thing done that I just normally don’t have time to do, or would rather postpone until next year. I even took up some assignments that weren’t really planned and my boss told me to shop something for myself as compensation for working in my “holiday”.

I emailed him a picture of a Stella McCartney bag that I have been eyeing for a while with a few question marks at the end.

His immediate reply were a picture of a plastic shopping bag, with the comment “What is wrong with this?”

Have I ever said that I love having a boss that got humor and is easy to communicate with? So I forgive him for outing me on the first day on the job, when he eagerly tried to be politically correct.

And ya ya the memo about that lesbians shouldn’t care about fashion got lost in the mail when it comes to me.

By the way. Did you know that the Singapore Police is faster to respond when your iPhone gets stolen than if you report sexual assault, and that rape cases most often gets rejected and never lead to a conviction? Working on something… but like always when dealing with the official Singapore, then sources and valid data are hard to come by.

 

 

 

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Meeting women in usable professions

It is just this time again!

So busy with my daytime work that I haven’t had time to finish a single blog post. Yes! that busy!

To my defense I have been out to see and meet some really interesting people. First, last week I (in connection to my job) met a woman who is building her own house.

Secondly, my Doctor came with the news that I had to take a break from my obsessive (that was what I was told!) running, that I had to gain (a lot more) weight and that it would be adviceable to go on a hormone therapy if I wanted to get pregnant this year or in the near future.

My immediate concern were, “Shit. I have to stop running!”? How do I handle that??! I mean, usually when I haven’t run for a few days I get irritable and beging to crawl on the walls, so how would I ever handle that?? And how would anyone around me be able to handle being near me in that period??

I am sure that I would alienate everyone that I love and like, if I can’t be allowed to run as much as I like to.

 

But back to building Her – Own – House!!

From scratch that is.

And her husband is taking care of the kids while she is (slowly) doing their place.

That is something that I find really amazing. And no, she is not gay and not living in or around Singapore so I shouldn’t really be blogging about her here. Since I partially (mostly) grew up in Singapore then I have for most of my life been sheltered from women who did anything in carpentry, electricity or any other handy-man-woman jobs. Unless it could be related to an artistic job of some sort.

So meeting a woman who jump into doing her own house is rather a mouth gaping exciting to me.

And yes, when I am in Netherlands I do get to meet women in the local mini-mart who are working in these trades – and where I found out that one were gay and kind a cool too.

Since meeting her I have expanded my extended circle of people that know how to do these kind of things. I have met women who work as electricians, bricklayers (I think it is called) and other women in the handicraft circle of professions. All women that I on some level admire because my own skills in these areas are absolutely horrible. Well, yes, I do master the art of building Lego houses for my nieces and nephews, but this is where it stops for me.

Real useable trades like those I mentioned would be impossible for me to take up and do. Well, yes, yes, I know how to drill a hole in a wall, and yes I know how to change a plug or the connector to my lamp so I am not 100% hopeless. But I still have to stop myself in pretending in taking a selfie with the frozen chicken in the butcher department in the mini-mart, when what I really want is to take one of the hottie who just by looking at her work clothes is clearly proficient in painting my walls (yes yes I can actually do that myself too!!) or re-electrify my apartment, or well.. I am sure that you know what I mean. I guess it is just my Asian genes that just demands me to take pictures of anything and anyone that I find interesting and out of the norm that I grew up in.

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Do you know of any Singaporean women who is working in these trades? I want to meet them so I can talk to them. No… not so I can hit on them, but to know that there are actual Singaporean women who is working in these professions and that we are not all that hopeless (like myself) with it comes equality in the workforce. So message me if you know of any.

Okay back to stressing about that I have to stop running as much as I like…..