Miss.

So, I put my walking (running?!) shoes back on. And this time around, I want to maintain some discipline.

Velaiku poganum. Bills kattanum. Veedu vaadagaikku aal paakanum. Vaangi vecha books padikkanum. Thuni iron ku kudukkanum. Bathroom clean pannanum. Bedsheet maathanum. Lunchbox plan pannanum. Bigg Boss memes update aaganum. Idhukku nadula grief handle pannanum. Evvlo kashtangal.

On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate rejection in interviews an 8 for how soul-crushing and ego-bruising it feels. Not that I'm actively looking for jobs now, but I was recalling a specific incident from last year and realised how far I've come now.

சார்ந்தோர் கவனத்திற்கு, to celebrate the rain holiday in Chennai, I also bunked work today. Good night.

Oru secret irruku. Wait pannunga, sollanuma venaama nu yoschittu varen.

I don't know why I'm crying.

I second this.

*living in

Listen to me, if you are looking in an apartment, you should never drink coffee like this, ok? What if I overwater my plants and it falls right into your cup?! Now, that's not something both of us would want, would we? Eeeepp!!!

I'm also handling my school's Instagram account and my worst fear is that I'm going to end up posting a rant against the system or worse still, a "too cute, might delete" moonji pic on the official handle some day. Indha vayasana kaalathula ennalam kashtam paatheengala, frens?

Money can't buy happiness-னு யார்லாம் சொன்னீங்களோ, மரியாதையா வரிசையா லைன்ல நின்னுடுங்க.

Drums vaasika kathukka poren. Mudive pannten.

The absolute WORST part of my job is having to apologise to entitled and clueless people (parents) about things that completely out of my control. I hate it when I am put in a situation where I have to apologise for other people's mistakes and inefficiencies. Crie every time.