take it slow.

"We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."

Saturday was Valentine’s Day. Omfg. I swear that almost 90% of the girls were carrying a bouquet of flowers given by their partners. And most of them were Chinese girls. What’s so great about Valentine’s? Deary and I always end up laughing when we see these people. It was so hilarious, seeing them flaunting their flowers in public. Big deal. We had our own date on that day. I met love at marina square as soon as I knocked off from work. Thank goodness my workplace is only five minutes walk from Marina Square. I literally had to squeeze my way through the crowd to meet Deary in time. The supposed plan was to catch a movie. BUT, the queue was superrrrr longgg, I tell you. It was so frustrating. Anyhow, we had lunch before we started roaming around the mall. We went through a whole lot of books in Times and especially Harris. And had tonnes of fun in between shelves. Hehehehe. I wanted to go elsewhere but somehow i know that it'd all be filled with people too. But somehow we managed to settle down at one of the Starbucks at Suntec City after much walking.

Eleven days to go. No work for me today, but yes for tomorrow. I’m getting my pay this Friday! A paycheck of a week’s worth of work. How pathetic, I know. But I have to save that to manage my transport allowances and other stuffs. I went running again yesterday. nyahahah! I must say that running can be fun actually. Every time I run, I feel as though I’m in a world of my own. I have my ears plugged and I feel so carefree every time I run. I used to loathe running before, like hardcore, I tell you. But now, it’s not that bad after all. I might run again later this evening.

I need to lose weight.

chao!

i need to go Ikea. And Prints.

moments that make up my life. 1:26 PM

My life.

Natasha. a year older every June 15th. I'm currently pursuing my diploma in business applications in RP. & I'm taken.

"You're nothing short of everything."

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