We've spent alot of time at home. Painting, re-painting, re-painting and re-painting. We will champion the thickest makeup on the wall, seriously. Like any kids who threw/tore their books when they graduated from elementary school, we dump the much tattered rollers with a triumph.

There's much to be done to stow my things away without looking like a mess. I need to work around the storage.

Haven't been getting the quality rest I should be having. Neck and back aches, frequent disturbances in middle of night. CNY break will come in handy to recuperate my ailing body. I hope I will be able to post some pictures up in fb as well. It'd been long overdue. But no point now when all said is not done. I could easily picture myself cutting some slack and laze around on my bed, doing those occasional panda toss, turn and roll.

I am tired. Exhausted. And desperately need some colours.

I am the sort who would like to be informed of what is going to happen next. Update, forewarn, whatever you call it. This gives me ample time to mentally prepared and cognitively, formalize the reactions. I take it as being respectful.

Fail to plan, plan to fail.

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Allies/nemesis? I will never be able to phantom why people turned hot and cold within spilt seconds.

I hate my down-to-earth nature- With both arms and legs firmly on the ground as Capricorn, my righteous brain cells refuse to accept any 'soliciting' skills. I can only say that we were not on the same page from starters. I appreciate no cloy please, it's getting obvious fawning over your favorite.

I should take things less seriously. Probably take authorities less seriously until they earn their due respect.

It must be the paintwork. I have inhaled too much vapor. Sorry mum and dad.

Our fingers were painted white with our latest painting stint. We attempted the ceiling, the roller sent down fine droplets of paint and dotted my fan and vacuum cleaner. A true sign of novice in action. We're more prepared now to conquer the interior walls with the masking tapes and newspapers in place.

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Shouldn't have tampered with my hair. I'm convinced now that straight hair is for me.

Now the texture just reminds me of wigs! :(

Renovation works in room. With all furniture removed, I sat in the empty room, feeling like a complete failure as if the furniture were towed away for auction to revive me from bankrupcy.

I can recall the very first time I was fascinated when I heard my own echo in my room- that's when I just moved in. 4 walls, 3 flat mattress with my mom, brother and nothing more. I was feeling scared, knowing that I have to sleep in this foreign place for the coming years. Honestly, I don't like the room initially. The occasional piercing speeding noises of cars and bikes irks me, the shadow of the vehicles casted on my ceiling disturbed my sleep.

Time went by and I grew fondness of where I am staying. Because I have new friends here, and supermarkets and bus terminal are within vicinity.

I felt nostalgic as Cal and I were moving my furniture downstairs. My soft spot was triggered once again. But I told myself, I've gotten the paint and new furniture is coming next week.

Let's look ahead and embrace the future.

10-01-2011` Being 24.

Statement from a fresh 24 year old.

Had a good birthday celebration. Simple dinner with close friends and an epic movie of hilarious horror show. Random as it is.

Thanks all for the well wishes. I like the messages on smses, posts on wall of facebook, notes and doodles on cards and much thoughts which goes into when buying a gift for me. Appreciated.

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Second day into my 24th year and I am down with a bad flu. Signs of aging.

My birthday leave wasted as I am bed-ridden almost half of the time. I feel apologetic towards Calvin who made special arrangements for this 'family leave' to be taken.

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The start of 2011 seems like a trance. I have issues with focusing.

Mattress and MacBook Pro have blasted off all my bonus. Whats left for for the paint and furniture? Maybe I can work some magic on watercolors and tree branches, haha!

Toyku Hands Transparent umbrella

When was the last time you cried? The last time i cried badly was when I lost the Tokyu Hands umbrella from Japan. I left it at Chinatown porridge stall and some evil soul took it away.

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I kept having an urge to scream out loud, "Its gonna be my birthday!'

I don't know why but I feel relatively excited about my birthday this year! I figured that its probably cos' it's a rabbit year and it wouldn't be a rabbit year until 12 years later. And even if it is, 12 years later, I wouldn't be thrilled to celebrate my 36th birthday.