Dionis on the web.

Eeks, I know it’s been like eons since I last blogged over here. I guess I got kinda carried away with twitter and life. Yes, the thing we do outside of work. Not that I’m very happening

I was on posterous for a little while but I figured that I still liked my own hosted blog, so here I am, back here re-attempting to blog.

I was checking out my old entries on blogspot and boy was I glad that I was very diligent in blogging many years ago and I managed to record down a lot of memories that I would have otherwise forgotten. I’m also contemplating printing out my entire old blog into a book and archiving it for my own personal collection. Sounds kinda narcissistic?

Anyway, this blog entry is really about 2010 and some summary thoughts on my wishes for the year ahead.

I drew up a little wishlist for myself:

1. Book a trip to South Korea with Jannis
2. Online digital printing system by end of the year for Archerprint
3. Revamp and Clean office
4. Revamped bedroom
5. Weight to hit 55kgs (Am 58.6kgs now)
6. Own a chanel 2.55
7. T-bone up and running
8. Learn Cantonese
9. Expand into 3rd branch for Archerprint
10. Establish a passive / additional income of SGD$5k a month
11. Modernize business operations at Archer
12. Up DP wing revenue to $50k a month
13. Run Bluefox garment distribution in SG

Let’s just keep it at 13 wishes and goals at the moment first. I’ve another list stashed somewhere. This is a reminder to myself, everyday, every moment to keep working towards it. Let’s see what are we going to come up with at the end of this year!

Alrights, shall blog again soon.

Was reading through my old blog today and found a couple of things. Suddenly I do feel a little older than before. Most of it was due to the fact that many things have changed over the years. I’ve lost quite a fair bit of the naivety and innocence from the yester-years. Even the style that I write my blog entries in have changed.

While it used to be cheery and more bubbly in the past, all these have been replaced by a certain melancholy and maturity, at least in my thoughts and written expressions. It’s kinda weird, because I have never noticed it until now.

Suddenly I felt that I needed to come back up here to start blogging again and placing the different bookmarks in my life.

Saw the picture of this little letter that I received during union camp in 2002. Apparently we had this game called the “Secret Pal” where 2 people will anonymously write letters to each other, like a secret pal, and we’ll get to meet only on the last night of the camp.

The guy turned out to be a real prince charming, making it to the camp pageant, sans the manners and charisma. In my memory, he was a rather shy thing who couldn’t manage his emotions. I remember the dinner that we had during the last night at camp, and he was quiet. We exchanged a few words and found out that he actually lives very close by. I thought he would make a good friend and perhaps sometimes I could drop him off at school.

But apparently, he took it the wrong way and thought I was trying to go after him. Worst still, right after dinner, he found some excuse and tried to escape. (We were supposed to do an activity together after that) I tried to ask him for his number, just in case if we needed to do an activity after dinner, and he found some cockamimi excuse and said he’ll find me later.

That never happened.

Some time later, I heard some really hurtful stuff about how I was trying to go after him and I wasn’t the “Snow White”. I wasn’t the one who chose the nick ok. He’s a pageant boy and I’m a fat / ugly girl trying to go after him, who does she think she is? Sometimes you think these things only happen in the movies. Guess where they got their materials from?

A couple of months down the road, there was a rumour that he dropped out of school.

Funny that all these memories started streaming back into me. In the past, I would go all self bashing and whine in my misery. But for now, these memories really give me a deep insight of how I turned out the way I am. I am starting to see the fragments of anger, disappointment, poor image and hate that still lingers within the recesses of my mind. It’s pretty amazing that sometimes you think that you’ve gotten over some things, but you discover a new angle that you haven’t processed yet. The human mind is very very interesting, shall put some work into this.

Shall end off this entry with part deux of his letter.

Was more than a month ago. This is terrible. I used to be like this blog addict that posts a couple of entries per day. Now? Barely one per month.

Probably something changed in the way I think. Could it be the age? I started my first blog when I was 20, I’m almost 26 now. I’m relegated to self delusion and holding themed birthday parties like, “only for 25s”.

My dear friend Vicki just found a strand of white hair on her head. Is this a sign of age? When I first started blogging, there was SARS, now, it is H1N1.

So many many things happened to me in the past six years that I feel that I’ve aged a decade. Wait a minute, it is almost a decade.

Not that I’m depressed. I’m just present to the fact that time has passed. Mom has a couple lot more wrinkles now. Grandpa is no longer the grouchy patriarch of the family. Maternal grandpa has passed away for 5 years. And me? I’ve graduated from the dreaded education system for almost 2.5 years, being trained to take over the family business with my bro. Time flies and the only thing we can do about it is to treasure every moment.

I started blogging because I wanted to record and remember everything and major milestones in life. I stopped for a while because there were some things I couldn’t share and then I got lazy.

Of course facebook and twitter took up quite a fair bit of my blogging time. Does this spell the death of blogs? Thank god there’s the iPhone that lowered my resistance a lil’

Am inspired once again to blog. More pictures in the next entry! Promise!