So today had me fishing about in the thrash bag/can twice for entirely different reasons I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve an infinity with it. Who the hell rummages in the thrash! -.-

My payment via ATM to a certain online service provider hadn’t been exactly recorded under my name and hence the outstanding, as they claim, amount of $100+. I gingerly poked around in the bag and quickly gave up on the two discarded receipts; it could be explained away, anyway. The second instance had to do with a piece of A4-sized paper scribbled on by my dad with apparently very important work-related details, which he had accidentally shredded – thank God, into quarters not bits – with others the computer table can gladly do without. So I emptied the recent contents of the thrash (oh gross, peppered with used tissue; it was in my grandma’s room after all) and meticulously went through the torn contents, laying them out on the floor until I found what my dad had described in the sms. As I fixed and taped the said pieces together, I thought, this is so turning into a scene you find only in dramas. The next time I’m going to think thrice before dropping things into the bin, really.

By the way, I’m sporting a new hair colour – guess?

A new project in the works: Miracle Moments newsletter, in fact a 32pg A5 booklet, for church; design and general template carried forward from the previous inaugural issue I designed at the end of last year. When, after the Chinese translations have come in and after a round or two of proofreading, this is complete, I’m all set to working on CJ’s wedding card (long overdue! I’m sorry) and have it produced by this month.

Perhaps I should kick myself in the head for making the most unwise decision of this year (oh come on, it’s only February? omg) for agreeing to meet up with the panel of executives in the coming weeks to have them review my portfolio as well as for me to learn about the public installation project. By unwise I mean mindlessly jumping at the opportunity without noticing that you are certainly overestimating your own abilities. What’s installation??

Anyhow, I’m prepared to present myself as a nervous wreck, but first not without some proper reading and research on that certain label that would most definitely put me in the worst possible light if I have zero knowledge of which. It’s the least one can do right?

Now I don’t even understand why I’m crashing headlong into this. *groans*