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100-Day Plan IV

From 06 Nov 2013 – 13 Feb 2014.

  1. Buy squash racket and play squash at least once per week. Yes, except when I’m injured.
  2. Mockup new responsive design for food blog. Launched!
  3. Horn at one idiotic driver. (Sadly, nope.)
  4. Book appointment for cervical cancer jab. Went for the first jab already.
  5. Make dental appointment.
  6. Complete another cycle of 30-day ab challenge.
  7. Get a new phone (in replacement of my lost one D:).
  8. Organise my internet bookmarks.

Though I failed to horn someone (‘cos I cut down riding) and didn’t complete my ab challenge, I still actively exercised and attended four gym trial lessons. I also tried flowriding, sold my guitar that’s overdue in plan III, sold my old DSLR, my wrongly ordered Herschel bag, and a whole ton of clothes. Shiok!

Checkered Me(h)

Lynn made these photos she took into a GIF for me :’) That’s me indeliberately looking like a set with my fully zhnged scooter.

Feeling so tired and lazy and busy to update anything recently. My life not very exciting when I’m grounded in Singapore. Nothing much to do except for eat work eat work and eat hahaha. OH, but I’ve also started taking some measures to counter this sedentariness. I’m now halfway through a 30-day abs challenge (I WANT PACKS!) and also learning to play squash. Actually did only two sessions la, but I kinda like it. Might consider buying my own racket if the interest doesn’t die.

A while ago I was still singing, “Wake me up when September ends~” NOW WHERE DAFUQ DID OCTOBER GO!?

Obviously Who

Both bought me earphones.
One was glittery purple.
The other is bright funky yellow.
Who obviously knows me better.

Both are into photography.
One competed with me and got jealous sometimes.
The other exchanges knowledge and works together with me.
Who obviously understands “two are better than one.”

Both are men.
One insisted that males will always be more superior.
One is not afraid to admit that he looks up to me.
Who obviously places me before ego.

Both claimed they love.
One was ashamed of my bad haircut.
The other adores my nose and buck teeth (ugliest facial features to me).
Who obviously is blind HAHAHAH.

After a failed relationship and before I met you, I’ve lost almost all faith in dicks and am really prepared to be #foreveralone. But you tore down my armour piece by piece and slowly thawed my heart. You do not sugarcoat your words, you do not impress me with fancy stuffs, and you irritate me all the time. You argue (logically) with me, because you want to solve problems. You say it’s okay to cry, because you’ll be there for the weakest side of me. You embrace the tomboyish me, because you saw me differently from all the other guys.

Happy 2nd anniversary Loti – my sidekick, my best friend, my husband-to-be. Obviously you complete me, but obviously you’ll get it if you ever let me down. ♥

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Life in Circles V

I’m No Longer the Sole Breadwinner! YAY!

After almost two years, Loti has finally graduated :D

Congrats to both him and me~ Now I can finally sit back relax enjoy my ROI and treat Loti like a cash cow. HAHAHAH I’m kidding, and I wish!

Loti has officially entered the workforce about three weeks now, and he’s slogging hard like a cow. I’m also busy with my own stuffs so I hardly see him on weekdays recently. Now then he starts to understand things that he didn’t when he was still a student. Makes my blood boil when I recall him complaining that I always don’t have time for him >:(

Read an interesting entry about us generation Y and our career expectations from waitbutwhy.com yesterday.

My favourites were these:

Great careers take years of blood, sweat and tears to build – even the ones with no flowers or unicorns on them – and even the most successful people are rarely doing anything that great in their early or mid-20s.

Stop thinking that you’re special. The fact is, right now, you’re not special. You’re another completely inexperienced young person who doesn’t have all that much to offer yet. You can become special by working really hard for a long time.

So, to all the GYPSYs who read it (whether you just started working, already working, or waiting to graduate), AI PIA JIA EH YIA~

6th Day of Being a Commoner

Sent my bike for a new paint job last last Saturday and I’ve been relying on the public transport since.

Actually it isn’t THAT bad except for waiting time, the squeeze, and occasional rude or smelly people. At the same time, I’ve rediscovered time to nap on the way to work or do things like listening to music, surfing the net, and blogging on-the-go like right now.

But I still miss you mehmeh. Can’t wait to get on you when you turn yellow!

Back to Mundane

I’ve been posting so much stuffs about my Taiwan trip for the past months. So sorry, I’m still living in denial and in the past hahaha.

Nothing much has changed after I returned to Singapore in July. Same old same old busy as hell the moment work resumed. But (after being a farmer for three days and seeing how some people fight so hard for a living) I think I’m appreciating what I’m doing more and more. Every morning when I wake up, I tell myself, “I’m a designer and I love my job.” I like having the ability to change things, however small or dry a project is. I know that whatever I clicked on my screen will see the light on the internet somewhere out there. And I’m proud of that.

Caught the first musical in my life and guilty as charged, I fell asleep. Wahahaha I couldn’t understand what they were singing half the time and I blame it on being totally clueless about Phantom of the Opera’s story beforehand.

Met up with friends here and there and sometimes I find it amusing why people have the constant need to “catch up” with people. But time passes, you’ll figure out where everyone is heading in life and who is worth catching up with and who just gets you caught up in their shit. That’s when I gotta do the sorry-gotta-move-on-with-my-life-kthxbai~

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