From 'aww' to 'holy shit' and everything in between, I'm here to dish out content that'll hopefully tickle your funny bone, tug at your heartstrings, and maybe even make you wonder if you're losing it! Lets try and add a couple blunt bytes to spice up the usual boring blunt!
Wouldn’t it be absurdly yummy to believe for a second that probably the classic popcorn was equivalent to a $1 bill, butter popcorn to $10, caramel popcorn to $50, and cheese popcorn to a $100 bill (apologies, I’m biased towards cheese)?
It’s not fair that when I have so much to tell him, I have no way to do so. I have good news about my MBA admits that he would have been proud of. I have apologies that I never got the chance to convey, which I’m sure he would have just dismissed. We have so much family drama to catch up on and laugh about. I miss his taunts, his frequent calls, his three-years-in-advance plans, his extremely picky diet, his passion for intellect, his ever-compliant "yes" to everything Dad said, and his hatred for cameras. Baabai, I miss you.
Life's little joys often come with a hefty bill attached, they say. In my case, the receipt was stamped 'implant surgery' after a supposedly fun game of badminton left me limping all the way to the operating table.
This is the tale of how I dodged a loveless marriage with the monotonous world of circuits and stumbled into the arms of my true love: startups! (Nope, no cheesy name reveal here, sorry!) Picture it: 2018, yours truly in the prime of bachelorhood, grappling with regret over a questionable specialisation and barely scraping through academics, just like any other 18-year-old.
From almost missing a flight in Heathrow with pockets lighter than air to soaring above the Himalayas, tethered only by a parachute or getting stranded in a pitch-black forest with a flat tire and siblings in tow, from the countless sunsets painted in hues that defy description to just as many sunrises I attempted to witness yet lost to sleep, experiences unfolded like a well-worn map for me and always leave me smiling when I reminisce them.
Sometimes, a slap in the face might actually be a blessing in disguise!
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