Pimply Princess

Some good news, bad news, and an epiphany at work

Today was my final work appraisal before confirmation. At first I was going to drag that out a bit, build some suspense, but I figured to best write it the way it happened. “Clarissa, do you have 30 minutes?” Ian asked. I was emailing Jane from Le Cordon Bleu some of our Food Fight photos. “Uh…hang on.” “Okay. I was thinking we...

Back to R.AGE rant

I am frustrated with myself. I know this fact before I've even consciously acknowledged it, because my face is covered in angry red welts – a sign of the compulsive picking that takes over whenever I get stressed. You know that feeling when you know you can do more, but end up not. Not doing better, not living up to expectations, not performing, just not. The worst thing is when I see it in Ian’s face, or hear it in...

Is staring considered harassment (and where does the line lie?)

I like motorbikes. I like the way I feel like I’m freefalling whenever I make a steep turn. I like the brisk, chilly way the air feels at night after rain. I like the soft, ticklish way sunlight feels on my skin, especially when it’s been filtered through trees. I like riding past cars during rush hour, and flipping off the asshole drivers that try to cut lanes just before the turn in. Know what I don’t...

My new job is depressing me (And I don't know what to do)

What do you do, when you can’t do what you love? I’ll be honest. Not knowing what I wanted to do had never been a problem for me. I was the asshole of a kid who sat at the back of the class in high school, reading Harry Potter and giving the teacher the my figurative bird whenever I passed a test. Right, that was just me bragging. But...

BRATs Melacca 2014 Part 1

“Hey Clarissa” Ian’s message popped up on my phone, “You still interested in senior-ing for this trip’s BRAT’s camp?” He asked. I had missed the last one because of a family trip to Thailand, so I was still getting a lot of flak for dropping out at the last minute. Okay, no. That’s not the version we agreed on. In all honesty-not-really-but-okay,...

What it’s like working in Real Estate

In my last post, I mentioned leaving the bright and brilliant world of writing and journalism for the dark and dullness of property. But then I deleted that paragraph to make my word count so do me a favour and completely strike that last sentence out. Let’s do this again. Four months ago, I got a visit from my parents in...

My macam yes tapi bukan ex

Three months ago, I fell really, really hard for someone that I’d never even met before. But before I go into that, I want to talk about a term that I’ve coined in reference to the said someone I fell for: A Something Else, with a capital S and E. My Something Else The way I see it, almost everyone’s got a Something...

What is a "Karpal Singh Bandwagon Motherfucker"?

I’m scrolling through my Facebook wall feed and trying to pick my way through the countless Karpal Singh posts. I’ve already seen the pictures, been briefed of his demise, did my mourning and now want to know what other things are going on in the world around me. That’s okay. And so is handling the death of a publicly known and loved figure...

A letter to all the over-opinionated people online: STOP HATING

SOME time ago, I posted a Facebook status about how describing ex. girlfriends as “Crazy” is both lazy and detrimental. A friend (by proxy) of mine then saw the status and commented "Yeah! Tell them like it is. Us women are DONE being oppressed by men." At first, I had two thoughts. The first being “Oh wow I...

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