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May 7th

I have moved in my new place for almost 4 months already. There is a ton of work needing to be done; mostly fall into the decoration category. I figure I should make a list of things I need to buy in the next few months. One by one because it is all I can afford, in no concrete order. I am going to list only 10 things I can think of right now. When you live by yourself in your own home (finally!), it is pretty hard to pick and choose what to keep and what to give away.

1. Office Chair

2. Sewing Machine

3. Curtains / Blinds/ Shades

4. External Hard Drives, a lot of them for backing up my computer

5. Some sort of shelf system. Need to do more research on this

6. A new awesome bike. My current bike might need to be retired. I had it since 7th grade.

7. Camera gears

8. Against-the-wall little table

9. Photo frames

10. Lamps

When my boyfriend leaves for work

whatshouldwecallme:

Him:

Me:

cracked up so hard seeing this!

clairebenoist:

I always want to photograph flowers like this. Does anyone know how to do the setup?

April 9

I hardly ever write anymore and when I do, it is because I cannot talk about something. It sucks. Since when does my blog become such a depressing place for me (and for any reader out there still following my tumblr). Since when there is a certain hour when I am allowed to be sad, to feel lonely, to feel empty…to actually feel anything.

As I am typing this, I haven’t decided that I should be ranting on tumblr again or suck it up inside…Well never mind, as I am typing this sentence, I already sucked the worst part of this month and swallowed it deep down inside my heart.

By the end, I am still as lonely as I am ever before. 

Gotta move on as fast as I can, be better than ever.

Rant #1 of March

It has been a month since I started my full-time job (well, another full-time job besides being a freelancer). So far, things are doing pretty well at the office and there’s not really anything important to complain about. 

However, the freelance side is so messy to the point it burns me from the inside whenever something comes up. I have been pretty lucky to deal with easy-going clients but lately there are some that are not so easy-breezy. As a freelancer, I try to balance my time between different projects; especially between design and photography. When I work in an office for 44+ hours, that means all my free time is devoted to freelance work and sleep. 

Now, I try my best to explain to clients that I am a freelancer and I have a full time job, that means it is crucial for everything to be on time. Deadlines are in a chain. If I am late for one, I will be late for everything else. If I try to be on time for my clients, I expect the same from them. It is written clearly in the contract. These particular clients of this month have been pushing my button. I feel like they don’t take my time and effort seriously. They negotiate for every single coins even AFTER I sent them the 3rd revision of the quote. They stood me up so many times because of some random reasons. All they did was a phone call to say they would cancel the appointment (RIGHT ON WHEN WE SUPPOSED to meet). Then this morning they called asking to meet up with me again, I said that they could just communicate with me via e-mail, they got pissed because I said no. Well, if you were in my shoes, what would you do? Being stood up and lost a ton of hours of evening working for someone who doesn’t even care.

Sigh.

Miss… part 2

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I miss my baby boy. I want to kiss him so badly, kiss that round cheek hehe. I want to look at those “Asian” eyes when I wake up every morning. His smile warms me up no matter how bad of a mood I have. 

I wish that we never have to be apart. I envy those couples that get to see each other everyday while we only have a few weeks out of an entire year. 

Miss…

Sometimes I feel like I am missing something. Just something abstract…that can be anything. 

I miss the late afternoon sun from my apartment window in Raleigh. On that window sill, Samus sits so still I could play with her ears for minutes. 

I miss the one week when my friends and I strolled down the street in Paris, shivering from the chilled wind even though it was in the middle of summer.

I miss the sound of Spaniards talking to each other on the street and how they used to think that I was a muslim Chinese (FYI I am neither!)

I miss being able to walk around with my camera and making some random photos.

I miss dining out with my friends

I miss baking

I miss cooking

I miss so many things that sometimes I knows that there is a hole somewhere in my soul that can never be filled. 

P.S: Kenneth Dongwon Kang, don’t try to say anything but read the next post ;)