Two.:.Four.:.Six

2foursix is 1 year old. And the writer is a quarter century old. So far, I've received: Miu Miu bag. A bouquet of daisies. Kate Spade wallet. Zara bag. Topshop gift card. Ang Pows. Cards. Percy Pig. 2 cakes. Well wishes. And more. I love birthdays! It's another year. Things have changed. Of happiness and sadness, Thanks for being here...

It's getting dull here. Minimal entries and entries of just words. Some pictures... Sentosa and 3hrs later I was puking everything and nothing eventually. My last tan was last July at Redang. Imagine how fair I am. On my way to a primary school friend's wedding. He's the 1st to get hitched. I wish I can afford to pay someone to wash & blow dry my hair everyday. Shopping on Saturday. Ha, I realise I don't have a lot of pictures after all. I'm counting down...

The weekend plans were sort of disrupted due to my loss of voice. Yes, I'm sick again. But, it was a good one still. (I blew $300 in a few hours) I need to stop trying to work so hard. Workaholic has never been my ambition. And it will stay that way. I still want to climb up that corporate ladder and I will figure out a better way. This, is not good at all. I dreamt about work. About other funny (or rather, scary) stuff... I get calls on Friday night to help with a project due the next morning! I'm too involved. And it seems to be getting out of hand. Turning 25 in two days time. I feel weird. Where next?

2 late working nights. Meetings, photoshoot, video shoot, voice recording on top of my existing projects. Do they seem fun to you? I thought so too. But not when everything happen at the same time. The gastric pain was almost unbearable on my way back. Strange thing is I didn't skip lunch. The remedy at that point was not food because I had none. I simply told myself to relax, breathe in and stop thinking about work. Look what I am turning into... I don't like it. And no, that's not me being bitter. It's more than that. The motivational force is the approaching weekend... Note to self: Hang in there!

"I like you. You are very strong..." And I teared at that moment. Very 'strong' indeed.

it's just mental exhausation. But that itself is a tough one to handle. It will be over. But when?

I had a bad day at work. Mr Grumpy earned himself some brownie points by bringing me to Botak Jones. How can I score some points at work when I'm expected to do so many things? I know, multi-tasking. But there's only one me and I can't possibly devote my 24hrs to my job. I'm paid peanuts - can't even afford my Miu Miu after CPF deduction.

Busy. Sick. Enough said.