A year ago, I should be in school right now (more of less, depends on my timetable as well).

A year later, I am now slacking in front of my desk, wondering why am I here typing this shit.

It's been a week into this new year.

I've attended an interview just last week, now waiting for the next one on coming Monday. Not quite sure if up till this point, all I want is just a job, or a job that makes me happy... As you grow older, you have millions of things that you NEED to be responsible for, in terms of how to deal with your own life & as well as taking into consideration of the lives of your family, and a few quality friends. Sometimes, I guess, living in such practical world, or maybe country... Money is really the root of all evil (Okie, I meant, of everything.) 

Without money, there's nothing much you can achieve... I am not talking about activities that do not need any single cent like running in the park and whatnot (but hey, you need money to buy running shoes as well...) so, money is important to some extent and people who say,"Money cannot buy happiness" have no idea how powerful money is. If chocolate makes one happy, you need the money to buy chocolate for consumption, and hence, money can buy happiness. If you can come to conclusion that, living without money is something achievable in Singapore, for this, I will give you my utmost respect.

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For these 7 days into a new year...

I basically did nothing or maybe because I can't even what did I do except for an interview on 2nd Jan, followed by a meet-up with a friend whom I last met (bumped into, to be exact) was Dec 2012. It's all because of a simple text of "HEY, HOW ARE YOU?" which led to this meet-up, probably a good move. Now I get why some would say a simple "hello" leads to many other things but I don't really bother going "hello" to strangers virtually. It was indeed an intensive catching up with one and other, because we almost conversed for more than 6 hours. I spent almost half of the day talking, first was the 1 hour long interview, followed by this meet-up. No idea how did that happen but really, personal record broken. #achievementunlocked.

& then, for the rest of the days before today...

I REALLY DID NOTHING. DAMN. I wanted to catch up with some series like TVD, HIMYM, Criminal Minds, Ghost Adventures, etc... Then, realizing that I really have no idea where to start since I didn't take note of where I stop. Just yesterday, I started picking up a random season of GA and resumed watching, just the same old procedures of finding out potential unexplained paranormal evidences during the lock down. As for today, I watched the new season of HIMYM (like seriously) but only have 3 episodes with me so I guess, it's going to come to a halt AGAIN. Damn. I only buffer shows on Funshion and for god knows why, this damn software has now removed a lot of the series that I've been watching since years ago. Double DAMN.

Oh right, there is finally a full-body mirror in my room.

After half a year of moving in, I finally can haz a full-body mirror on the wall, imagine for the past 6 months, I have to go to my mom's walk-in wardrobe for mirror or worse still, using the reflective tinted sheets on the windows/glass doors downstairs as mirrors.

My big bro's room is now going under renovation and dad doesn't seem to be pleased about it, more renovation = more cost incurred = money is gonna fly away... IF only, the previous renovator and his designer (also his daughter FYI) followed the designs which they had given us, we wouldn't be doing all these renovation works again. After the initial renovation was done, nothing looked similar to the interior design that they proposed to us, like seriously. Long story short, it was the worst deal ever... & it's actually a friend of my dad behind all this work but with such quality, I just felt that we could have spent it on better renovators....

This is important.

I am just bored so I wanted to blog and I think somehow, I have satisfied myself but blabbering random stuffs in this space but who cares. I guess I should end here abruptly, also, sometimes I think I have funny friends (actually it's alumni) who would constantly disturb me over whatsapp and posting untrue stuffs on my Facebook wall, asking me when will I confess to him (no idea who is the "him") and then, trying to market me to the students who row at MacRitchie. My life is quite happening actually, knowing new people from friends and all because... They are afraid that I will be left on the shelf forever which might perhaps, come true.

(Important because I wanna tell you that it is actually not that important, also, you've just wasted 1 minute to read that paragraph above ^ and 5 seconds on this statement.)

Good day!

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