Emails? No. Spam!

So,


I haven't been here for a while.
All the same, I have not checked my Hotmail since either.
(About a year ago, the boyf convinced me to switch over to Gmail, and amazingly, junk emails never appear in my inbox. I've been converted. To get in touch, I am still using the same username) 


I find myself deleting over 15 pages of Junk Mail. Then I turn to my inbox and carefully select all the spam mails from acquaintances. Sadly, these were the people whom I used to share fun emails with back in my school and college days. Now, I see their names pop up every now and then in my email inbox, sending me junk email. In their defense, I am sure their emails got hacked and they did not intentionally send me emails for the best drugs, etc.. Grin. At least the positive side of me would like to think so.


It is just funny how I spend more time deleting emails than reading them these days.


Xx

In and Out

I feel hemmed in.

Why is it that people ask questions with expectations to hear what they want to hear?
-You're not always going to get the answer that you want.


Fact is, everybody is different. And each individual is responsible for his or her own life, ergo, they are free to make their own choices. Even if he plans to screw his own life to hell. It is NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.


Now, that is individuality.


What does that mean? 
-Plainly, that not everyone is going to agree with you and you shouldn't expect everyone to agree with you. 

And if you think that I am screwing my life apart, then tyvm for your concern but I think I am mature enough to decide on what I want to do with my life. I'll be more than happy to hear your opinions and I'm open to learn from your mistakes, BUT, you have no right to judge me. More so, you have no right to judge my parents for their parenting. Because, despite your gracious life now, you made mistakes too. 

I believe that I'm blessed for what I have today and the people I have with me. 

My point is, if I have to be completely honest and with all due respect I do not have the answers that you'd like to hear. So, either you be open to hear me out or don't bother asking me questions. Just smile and we'll pretend we've gotten past that stage. 


Thank you.


Xx.

CAKE

I just watched a movie that inspired me to live this life. For the moment.


Cake.


Mainly, it highlights the idea of being free- a travel journalist who has to settle to help her father by being an editor for one of his many magazines. In my humble opinion, it managed to zoom into the view of a person who sets her own rules and all the dramas she had to go through in order to do 'what is expected of her'.


As the movie develops, I feel like it is speaking to me because it is so much like my life right now.
In fact, at some point a character actually said to her,
"Your grammar sucks, but you're creative. Figure it out!',
of which the boyf immediately turned to me and said,


"Hey baby, that's you!". -_-


I was raised to plan for a stable life. Something that guarantees you a 'comfortable' life. I don't plan to defy that, but in the meantime I'd like to deviate a little bit to do something else.


And I really want to do this. Write.
I just need the right equipments - inspiration and tools that actually work.


Xx.

Rigid.

It has been such a long time since I felt like blogging. Mainly because, I don't know what to talk about.
For one, I'd like to think that my life is going the way I planned. But it's not.
Secondly, I know that when I want something, I want it now, and there's no negotiation. And the thing about wanting to pursue dreams is that, we need patience. 
Another thing I lack.

I have wanted to be a clinical psychologist ever since I first tried it out as a lowly intern. And I believe I have what it takes to be one. I suppose the university professors think otherwise because I've been rejected from almost every university I've applied to. You have no idea how demotivated I feel right now, because I am not used to being rejected or thought unworthy of something. If I want something, I always made sure I'm good enough to get it. Clearly not.


It makes me wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I was not educated in Australia, per se. That my degree was from a local, albeit private Malaysian university is unfortunately, not at par with the Australian standards. But what about the accreditation from the Australian Psychological Society? Isn't that good enough for you?.. Or that I do hold a scroll from Lancaster University, as well? 


I do not regret pursuing a 'local' degree (from a Malaysian perspective), because I have experienced a life changing course, learned the skills needed to survive in this big, bad world, and have, made friends with not only my peers but with my educators. I believe that I would not be the way I am today, thinking and making judgments as I do, speaking as you see me do if it wasn't for what I have obtained if not by the piece of scrolled-up paper we call a degree, then by the teachings and exposure I was fortunate enough to experience.
 
In some ways or another, I believe that there are a series of events in the past that could only lead up to where I am standing right now, or rather, sitting, if you must (I don't really make it a habit to type standing). But I'd hate to admit that there is nothing I can do right now to change my circumstances.


I do not believe that only educational institutions dictate who is good enough and who isn't, for the very fact that these decisions of who is in and who is out were not made fairly. How is it decided who would be good enough to make your faculty proud? By assessing solely based on our exam results or rather, academic ratings? How is that fair when the educational system is so different,  thereby requiring students to study in different manners, depending on which part of the world you're in. In that case, I think it is fair to bring to mind that one person would definitely be better than others one way than the other. Some believe in MCQ's while the other institution does not even have a single MCQ, forcing the students to memorize all their textbooks and journals to regurgitate everything out again as whole essays. In the end, who is the judge that my A's are better than your A's? To which system owns this superiority?


All I am saying is, give the individual a chance to prove himself or herself worthy of what they want because everything is subjective. Why succumb to the vicious cycle of rigidness in a system that would only be the end of us. 


Why all this rigidity?


Xx. 

Warragul- that's why I haven't blogged.

Admittedly, I am not a fully-pledged blogger because I haven't been updating my blog. 
Fortunately, I have a valid reason.. I'm in Warragul, which is about 100 km south-east to Melbourne.
Needless to say, internet connection is.. a problem. 


Can't get to connect online as often as I'd like and even those with the wireless broadband thumbdrive-looking thingamajig cannot connect to the internet. So.. it is quite a sticky situation. Especially since I am one of those who needs to go online everyday just for the sake of it.


Anyway, you might want to know what am I doing here. 


The boyf's got some placement thingamabob going on these couple of weeks and I needed some peace and quiet anyway, so I decided to tag along.. bringing with me tons of books and journals to read. And this awesomely good book I cannot put down- The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. The only reason I'm reading a few pages at a time is so that I don't finish it before the end of our trip. Ahhh. 


So there, the story of my life.


Xx.

The Child in My Man

We finally went to watch the "Clash of the Titans".


Being a working night, the cinema was pretty much empty with the 2 of us + 6 strangers. But it was good. So we were comfortable.


Midway through the movie, the boyf put his arm around me and I felt safe. So, so very safe and so very secure. It's like I belong there in his arms. 


After the movie when the lights came back on I was just admiring the boy whose hands I was holding on to tightly like my life depended on it. The way he makes me feel is just unearthly. Such a man he is.


Until we reached the staircase, of which he let go of my hand just so he could slide down the bar by the side of the stairs. When he turned back, there was a grin on his face as if satisfied. And I stood there, admiring the child in him which I'm so very crazy about.


Xx.

BGRS

I have often wondered about the point of being in boy-girl relationships (bgrs). 
I mean, why does it happen, why does it have to happen and what happens next.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not an emo person who's always been unhappy that I've never been in a relationship or the such. I am also not one who'd say "I'm so happy being single" because I can't find a boy.
Not at all. That will be a lie- straight out.


I've been in my own fair share of relationships. In-and out. Out- then in. I believe it's healthy in a way because with each person you've dated, you learn a little bit more about yourself. Now, I'm not complaining about my past relationships. They've all been fun and relatively healthy and I was happy then, too. So, no complaints about most of my past, no-siree. I daresay that it helped shape me into the person that I am today and the person I can be for my family, friends and those important to me. 


But last night something happened between the boyf and I that changed my impression of bgrs forever. My definition of a bgrs prior to this was as I was brought up. Making sure that this person is (apart from the chemistry between us) loving and caring, he's got to be loyal and able to provide for me in our future together. Of course there's a whole other list, but hey, I'm sure its pretty generic.


What I've been missing out is a friend in the boys I've dated in the past. It's always been boyfriends. But a companion is defined as being first friend then partner, not the other way around. I've always missed that and it's a shame because I would have appreciated my partners more in the past if they were my companions.  Now, however.. Is not a time for regret because I'm thrilled that I've realized this now. 


I've found a friend in the boyf. He makes me laugh and sing and skip without having me to feel silly about it. He joins in my singing with his adorable out-of-tune songs and takes bigger steps everytime I skip around to match my pace. He never puts me down and always laugh at my jokes. But most of all, he listens to me like your best friend would and never says that my thoughts are unnecessary. 


So last night ..we laughed a the silliest things and giggled at every movement the other person made.  I don't even remember what was so funny anymore, just the fact that we couldn't stop laughing. I was beyond happy, ecstatic even because he lets me be the child that I am without judging me negatively. 


And that, peeps.. is what I like to believe as a strong foundation of a good bgrs. 


Xx.

Daylight Savings

I honestly think that everyone should experience the whole "daylight savings" thingamajig at least once in their lifetime. It's honestly quite cool- till it's not.


First of all, I'm from Malaysia. It's pretty much on the equator, therefore, no such thing as daylight savings. The light is pretty much the same every day of the year and the night is about there.


Now, this is the first time in all my life I've ever experience having to change the time on my watch, without travelling anywhere. Yep. Just stand in that same spot and change it.. Meanwhile, my phone changed the time on itself. Coolness.


So, the day becomes longer, or shorter, I don't know. Shorter, I think. Since it gets dark by 5 ish (which is totally and absolutely ridiculous because I'm so used to it being dark by 7ish. So, we tire really easily and prolly for the first time of my life I'm actually ready to sleep by 9. 


Unfortunately, I'm also done sleeping by 6 in the am because the sun would already be blaring into my face by then. My first thought every morning since has been "what in the world am I doing here?". Take me home!!


Ahh. The wonders of the world.


Xx.

That White Boy

So, I’ve been noticing that all around me there are so many people who are dating Caucasian boys. The mall, the restaurant, the movies, the park ..etc. You get the picture.

Now, although dating a person of another race is NO new thing, I am referring to Caucasian men! White. Enough said. It’s like a fashion to walk around holding a white man’s hand and have his arms around your waist. And believe me, a Chinese/Caucasian couple gets more attention than anything else. I know, because you caught my attention. And I know, because I caught you staring at me too.

Now, I’ve never really given a care about the race of the person I date. It’s more of what is in his head (& heart) that matters to me. But it just so happened that this time round’ I found what I like in a Caucasian. I’m not exactly a trend follower here so I really feel the need to justify that I’m not a follower of the fad! And everytime I see people staring at me, I know that they’re judging me to be that shallow person I sometimes seem to look.

You see, a couple of months ago, I went on a trip to Langkawi with the Boyf. And because he’s white and I’m not, everyone was staring. First I was highly convinced that they were staring because I am, after all at least 1 head and three quarter shorter than he is. Which means that he’s about 1 head taller than most men. So, his height could have been the factor. Then after sooo many times of people staring, I started feeling like one of those escorts in Thailand or the such bringing a horny white tourist around- a gold-digger no doubt. No offence to you girls, not judging you in any way whatsoever and I’m sure it’s a considerably respectable job in your circle. BUT!! I am a Psychology graduate and I was a Psychology lecturer at that point in time. I felt absolutely degraded, it was not even funny okay. Anyway, Langkawi or not, it sometimes happens here in the city okay! I can feel your judging eyes at the back of my head!!!

But anyway..

Here’s why I’m in love with a white boy today. He’s proven to be by far, the most opinionated person (within reason, of course) and not clouded by the “teachings” of a (many) ridiculous cultures. He’s Romanian, which means that he was brought up in a collectivist society. But wait, he’s also Australian, thereby making him think and act as an individualist. I love that mix in him, and although the Australian in him dominates his entire being, I might be in love with him because there’s still a twinge of Romanian in him. Da?

Now, here’s why I don’t think I can be with another typical man brought up the Malaysian way. And yes, I am generalizing! Firstly, all you men can think about is- making money! Fine, nothing wrong with that. We all do that. But there’s got to be more to life than just business and money making schemes. What about life? What about enjoyment? Don’t you seek to learn more about other things in life- what do people do in other cultures, how to they think and why do they act the way they do? What about other creatures, there’s more to love in this world than just women and money! Every time I talk to you, it’s about money. Grr. So, I get that being rich is important but apart from thinking about money all the time, can’t we switch to a more interesting conversation every 5 minutes or so? Like, global warming and civilization. Or if your head cannot take deep conversations like that, let’s talk about the latest movie. Let’s discuss the meaning of the movie instead of just the storyline. The problem with you “macho” men is that whilst you’re making the big bucks and driving the big cars (which, you know what they say about big cars kan? It’s to make up for small “packages”), your brains are kinda.. empty when it comes to general knowledge and stuff. You’re easily contented with the big bucks in your wallet and bank account, but I don’t see how you can hold your head high with such pride when your brains kinda, empty. Here’s a secret, not every girl likes just your money. I’d rather you have some brains to keep me entertained than your money.

Plus, I like a man to be able to teach me things, help me see the world in a different light everyday and support me thru my silliness and stupidity while guiding me to learn things. I am after all, a firm believer than life is a learning process. It’s a journey. Funny how I’m the one you call a bimbo when you’re pretty much the male version of one. Masculine, my *rse.

Anyway, in all these months that we’ve been together, the Boyf has done just that. Taught me things and agree with my opinions. Whenever he disagrees with me, he’s got some valid reason to back him up. He even takes in all my arguments like a man and accepts me for who I am. I like that in a man. Rationality and logic is all it takes to suck me in.

Unfortunately, its a trait I rarely see in the guys I grew up with. Or even the people I’m meeting today. Everytime I strike a conversation that is remotely intellectual and interesting to me, all you do is yawn or shut me up tune out. On the other hand, because the Westerners (am not referring to just the Caucasians) are brought up differently with better education systems, most of them are just way more intellectual than most Malaysians are.

So, I have come to a conclusion. All these years of feeling like I can never fit it the society that I grew up in, I’ve concluded that at least half the girls I see dating a white guy is as similar to me in that she might have never been understood in her very own social circle as well. Some girls are just way deeper than you think, boys.

The other half, may very well be the bimbos you all think I am.

Xx.

Today, Xia Xue weds

Now, for everyone who’s even remotely connected to the blog world, you’d know who she is. That blogger from Singapore who’s famous for her witty tongue and brave comments. Over the years, she’s been writing about her life and opinions openly and I’m sure the all of Singapore and most of the world would know her.


Recently engaged with her fiancée Mike from the US,  she got married today and needless to say, spoiled with the most extravagant of choices for the best wedding a girl could ever have.


So, here’s my heartiest and warmest wishes for the both of you (even if you may never read this post). Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Sayre.


* I know it’s no big deal that she’s married BUT I’ve been reading her blog for so many years that although her stories could be edited to sound more dramatic, it feels like you know someone from all she says okay. And she’s about the only person I know who’s about my age and married. My friends are still, playing about so.. it’s exciting! Plus, I'm dating a Caucasian too.. 


Xx.

The Other Type of Girl

Dear all,
I have a question.
What’s it with boys and looking at girls who manages to be everywhere and look absofrigginlutely gorgeous every second of the day?
I mean, if you’re single and totally available then fine. But if you have your hands and arms wrapped around a girl you claim as your girlf, then, why is it there always seem to be someone else better looking lurkin around each and everytime you go out that catches your eye that you have to pretend to scratch your head to take a second look at her, or stop to look for something in your pocket just so you can take a second peek without your girlf suspecting anything?
And the Boyf’s eye-level is 3 heads higher than mine, I wouldn’t even know if he’s doing it and that is just NOT cool!
Talk about double standards.
You like looking at these girls BUT it’s okay if I feel 1546378987 times uglier than her because “you love me even if I’m not as attractive anyway”, right? Yeah, right.
So, out of plain curiousity, I’d like to know what is it that interests you that you have to take a second look at these girls.
Her boobs and/or arse? Her strut? Her style? Her 32 24 32 ? Grin. Don’t know what the perfect measurement is these days.
I’m just curious.
I know what catches my attention about a girl. Her babydoll look.

It seems to be the fad today which I’m not planning to chase anytime soon or even throughout this lifetime. It seems like too much effort that these girls put in, the blond hair, the 1234584376543 layers of make up, the thought of matching-your-make-up- to-your-nails-to-your-hair-to-your-8-inch-shoes, I’d be too lazy to even get out of bed!
But my point is, if I’m inclined to looking (and sometimes staring) at these girls, then you guys must be going gaga over these girls, kan?
So, is this look really what does it for you? Is this why you give them more attention than you do to me?
But, it’s just wayy too much effort for my liking.
Plus, there’s this theory that these girls are really fugly beneath all that make-up. Maybe I should stick to my “barely there” look just so I don’t fit into that stereotype.
Anyway, I have my men friends who said that those aren’t the kinda girls they’d like to settle down with. So, if that’s the case, then all that effort would be wasted anyway because I don’t wanna be your call girl, tyvm!
Grin.
Xx.

Cravings..

I’m a little hungry now.
Because I’ve been trying to eat lesser these days, if not to lose weight then just for my general health.

And because of this whole withdrawal symptom from eating till my stomach bloats from flatulence, I’ve been having cravings for some specific food.
Here’s some of them in no specific order;

1. Fried oysters
2. Assam Laksa
3. Steamed cod fish or any other fish is fine
4. Seaweed
5. Boiled eggs
6. Marmite
7. … That Korean triangular rice thingy
8. Korean food in general
9. Japanese soup noodles
10. … Anything tasty. I have fussy taste buds.
11. Instant noodles- specifically IndoMee & Mamee Tom Yam Noodles!!

Xx.

Making Her Up

Over the weekend (the previous one, of course), I met up some old friends from school. We’ve been hanging out as a group for almost 10 years now, and NO I did not leave school 10 years ago, tyvm! So.. Dinner @Ole Ole Bali of which the Avocado Shake is absofrigginlutely awesome!
*Photos to be posted soon, I hope. Hey, I didn’t take pictures that night, it was someone else camera and if she doesn’t upload & tag me on FB, then I’ll just have to wait till she does!
Anyway, what do girls do when they get together? Apart from the catching up and all that, of course Wai Teng had some wonderful news that topped all of ours, which is besides the point. After updating each other on the necessities (because we can!), we talked about make-up again. The not-so-new fad is back- eyeliner. I think that I can safely conclude that we’ve gone round the bush with lipgloss, mascara, bronzer, highlighter, blush, etc.. Anyway, then came the debate of which make-up we liked best.
All of us have tried Kate’s Gel Eye-Liner.
And a couple of us stuck to it. I never owned one, but once upon a time on our 6-day trip to Bangkok (where the 5 of us had to fight for that typical hotel-room-sized-mirror every morning) I had the opportunity to try them in 3 colours- black, brown and black with them glitters. It’s great because you can sweat like a farm pig and it still wouldn’t smudge. Can anyone say Chak Tu Chak Market @ Bangkok !? Yeah, you get the idea. Anyway,  you can get it from any leading pharmacies (Watson/Guardian,duh!) and even SaSa for RM 49.90 or something of that sort, and it even comes with a brush. Not really promoting it or anything, but since we’re talking about this, I might as well post up all the information I got from the girls.
Then, there’s the whole debate of M.A.C or Bobbi Brown producing better make-up !! Unnecessary, but totally educational. A couple of years ago, I used to patronize M.A.C. I had the whole works going on- well, some of it. Mascara, Gel Eyeliner, bronzer/highlighter. And I still like it.. To an extent. Because I discovered Bobbi Brown! IMPO, BB’s gel eyeliner totally lasts longer than M.A.C because it doesn’t even smudge even after a long’s night out at the club and after a crazy workout. Admittedly, I sometimes workout or go for jogs with my make up on because I’m too lazy to get them off prior. Grin.
Unfortunately, M.A.C doesn’t last too long on my face after I oil up or sweat. So.. My pot of jet black gel eyeliner by M.A.C is still half-full after 2 years whilst my pot of bronze shimmer gel eyeliner by BB is almost a 3/4 empty. Maybe I’m biased, I’ve learned to love the whole earthy look, thereby using less black these days. Unless the occasion calls for sexy! Lol.
Anyway, without undermining M.A.C because I still use their products, I think that BB has better eyeliners! Sorry @Wai Teng. Grin.

Since we’re talking about BB. I’m not ashamed to admit that I can’t leave the house without applying my BB Shimmer Bricks without feeling naked. Now, I know you think I sound like a complete bimbo by now, BUT FYI EVERY GIRL DESERVES TO FEEL LIKE A PRINCESS EVERYDAY! And if feeling like a princess means applying a thin layer of “barely there” make-up, then leave her be !! Sheesh!

This is me. Apricot Shimmer Bricks by Bobbi Brown ! Unfortunately, I think it’s no longer available in this colour (daymn! everytime you find something you like, they discontinue it in that specific colour!- and I quote this from P.S. I love you by Cecelia Ahern) so ya’ll will just have to find another colour that suits you best. The Sister uses the exact same thing in the colour Rose.
Even the Boyf has come to terms that we love BB so much that we cannot leave the house without shimmering it up!
Btw, it works awesome as an eye shadow as well!
All in all, we’ve come a long way since those fugly days we had in school.
Can’t believe I used to walk around like that..


Grin.


Xx.

The Poyo People

I don't think that I'm awfully judgmental.
But, being human and all that, I can't help myself sometimes..


Today met someone who's first year med, and the first semester only started last week.
(For anonymousity's sake, let's call this someone A).
Which means- this is A's 6^th day of classes into the semester (assuming that A's got classes all last week).


I cannot speak for everyone BUT I have friends who's done med, are still doing med and to make matters worse for A,
I am dating a med student.
And I have never seen any of my med friends or boyf going bonkers and crazy!


Yeah, so I get that it's a tough course, 
(SO IS PSYCHOLOGY OK!! Damn attention-seeking giler, but whatever -_- )
but to walk about looking like a zombie and telling people that it's normal because A's a med student.


So, it's not like anyone put a gun to your head and asked you to do med, kan? Just deal with it!
It's like those people who are fasting and has to declare to the whole world that they're fasting.


OMFG!! Damn poyo right!!?


It's in the Bible, yo. God will bless those who fast in silence okay!!


Grr. Just needed to vent.




Xx.

The “Pride” of Men, yeah right.

There are a million things that I love about mankind, and if you’re literate you’d realize that it includes women. Pfft.
We’re intelligent creatures, because we are able to weigh our possibilities and systematically work towards a rational and logical decision.
Unfortunately, we are also nature’s worst beast. But maybe I’ll look into writing up about that later.
My point today here is that I absolutely detest the pride of men. Now, don’t get me wrong because it is the pride that gets me attracted to the male population in the first place. But to a certain limit, and a rational one at that.
We are all predisposed to being attracted to certain traits that we deem worthy of the opposite sex (of in some case, the same sex which by the way, I am not judging). Like, whether or not that man can fend of us in time of trouble and provide for us in the times of need.
I’m getting way out of topic now BUT this is really cause yours truly is sooo annoyed with that man she saw on the street this afternoon.
So, I was in a hurry because I was gonna have some lunch with some friends and I was already running late because parking’s a bitch in Sunway i tell you !
And here was a man, holding his keys out (I should have known it was too good to be true), and so I followed behind him like a loyal and trained pet for about 150 metres and I even indicated with my lights that I’m gonna be taking his lot after him. And he reached his car, went into the car, and did God knows what for a whole minute or so, which felt like eternity by the way. And all this while, he looked over to my direction several times. And guess what he had to guts to do !!? Just take a wild guess !!
He got out of his car, locked it, walked backwards to my direction and never looked at me one bit !! WTF !!?!? Seriously !?!?! What kind of human is that? More like, what kind of man is that !?!? Do they seriously exist ?!!? Talk about a useless piece of crap. He didn’t even have to courtesy to tell me he wasn’t leaving, or apologize, or even GESTURED that he was not going to leave !! Seriously man, wtf !?!? I wasted a good 2 minutes or so there when I could have left and look for a better parking spot (which I did, btw..).
So, that’s all. Needed to express my frustration.. Of old chinky men!
By the by, your so called “pride” makes you look stupid, if you didn’t already know. Kinda pointless to act all prideful and macho and all that, isn’t it?

Xx.

The Un-wasted Year of 2009

Feeling a little more than upset,
I figured that I needed some sort of therapy.
So, I thought that I should blog about my achievements of 2009 (that I can remember off hand atm) to make me feel better..

1. Completed my thesis (spent an entire year on that thing); by the time I handed it in, I’d decided that I hate that subject for life.
   Didn’t last for long though, it IS still my area of interest. I am such a hypocrite.
2. Graduated with an honors degree, baybeh !
3. Learned how to ski! By the end of my fourth day, I was able to ski an entire run without falling down !
4. Met an awesome boy.. Fell head over heels.
5. Survived 2 months abroad; and wished that I never had to come back.
6. Gain perspective of life and left the unnecessary behind, well, most of it at least.
7. Made great friends and formed stronger bonds with old friends.
8. Found a job as a lecturer. Love the lecturing bits ! 
9. Earned and spent my hard earned own money; well, most of the time anyway..
10. Decided on an aim in my life and am on my way to achieving it!

Hmm.. That kinda worked. At least the past year wasn’t only wasted on nonsense. Grin.
Xx.