My name is Christina. People call me Chris, Chrissy, Jingy, Christeeeeeena, Nana and, not too rarely, just “Oy!”

Here, I am Catastrophe. Because, well, it’s self-explanatory (meaning I have two left feet and am a drama queen), so silly things happen and I have to piss and moan about them. This is also for my lovelies in Singapore, who would like to know, once in a while, that I am alive and quite alright.

In 2006, I quit college halfway through to something else instead. Something that I’m working at right now. For this, One Big Banking Firm in Singapore deserves my utmost gratitude. They made me realize that I cannot again look at a cubicle without wanting to jump out of a window. And that I’d choose my own 24/7 of self-flagellation over the 9to5 with a three hour lunch break in between. Because hell is not just “other people”, it is:

• The smell of other people’s spare shoes under their desk.
• Having people as old as my grandma cleaning the office and its toilets.
• Going to the foodcourt and not getting a seat because sophisticated Shenton-Wayers (high-flyers stalking around Singapore’s financial district) play the game of My Tissue-paper Packet = My Table so brilliantly.

In the same year, I found Love, or rather, Love found me because he came upon my previous (and now defunct) website. So, I put myself on a plane, followed Love to Germany and been very good since (no need for Happy Pills).

I like the simple things in life. The smell of rain. Dandelions in the backyard. Breakfast out in the sun.

And these too:

pancakes made by the boy, peanut butter and jam sandwiches, Japanese food
a really good coffee
floaty dresses, layers, miumiu shoes
photography, film, flickr, 3191
pale blue, green and gray
historical documentaries
old European architecture
words, capote’s sentences, bloom’s clarity, vikram and nabokov’s genius
watching Inside the Actor’s Studio with shy ones in the hot seat
baby animals, cuteoverload.com
mac, opensource
Cambodia
20°C weather

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