The long and short about Why Contentment Is The Recipe For Happiness

I was bitching to Nerd over supper just now, about how dreadful things in my life are going. And seriously, things are kind of bad: My promotion is nowhere in sight, Ms Tan kept bossing me around at work, and I got conned at my favorite fast food just recently.

“But Mr Sian!” interjected Nerd half-way, “You must realize that contentment is the recipe for happiness!” And he goes on to elaborate on what he meant:


- Instead of feeling sorry for myself for not getting promoted, I should be thankful that I still have a job.

- Instead of feeling sad that I don’t have a girlfriend, I should be thankful that my mama still loves me lots.

- Instead of feeling murderous towards the barber who cut my hair way too short last Friday night, I should be thankful that I am not bald.

- Instead of complaining about the dreadful KFC O.R. Chicken Chop, I should be thankful that I still have food on my plate.

- Instead of feeling miserable about that small amount of money in my bank account, I should be thankful that I didn’t accumulate a shitload of debts in the recent World Cup.

- Instead of bitching about the two and a half years I spent in NS, I should be thankful that I don’t have to deal with monthly periods.


I asked Nerd if he has turned religious, but it turns out that he has just been reading a lot of self-help book lately. Heh.

Sushi Eating Friend was not as nice though. When I told her about my impending modeling career, all she could say was, “I hope you will fit nicely in the Barney suit.”

I have no idea why I am still friends with Sushi Eating Friend.

With Love,
Sibeh Sian