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For those couples who are stuck in LDR… here’s a good laugh.



This is a tri-fold, die-cut greeting card for your loved one. I will be posting an envelope and pictures of the prototype when it’s printed and cut. You cut the curve of the phone and you fold the straight vertical lines. When it’s folded, you see that their phone wires actually connect into one line.









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Aging gracefully


With a mix of good genes and healthy lifestyle, I’m sure we’ll get through this.

You probably can’t see it, but there are actually words I wrote on the bottom:

“It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

Love never fails indeed. 20, 30, 40, 50 years down the road, probably it will stay that way.





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Short story: “Image”


This story is fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


She stared at her. The disfigured lady was staring back – the  broken pieces are still attached to the wooden board. Luckily, the largest piece was the one that still hung right at her eye level. It’s big enough for her to do her makeup everyday. Besides, there’s no need to spend extra money just for a mirror. There’s the rent, the bills, the premium protein shakes.

She brushed a dash of bronzer on each cheek, lined flawless strokes above her youthful eyes, then finished her ritual with raspberry lip gloss. These are the features appearing on the biggest fragment still hanging on the board. Other pieces reveal distorted sizes of her breasts, waist, and thighs.

Off she went to fetch her boyfriend. It’s been months. They couldn’t wait to meet each other again.

A taxi driver caught sight of her and smiled. He reversed the wheels, letting her in. “Where to, love?”
“The airport, please,” smiling back. My diet’s been working, she thought. And when he sees me, he shall not be able to resist me.

She spotted him in the crowd. He beamed. Then he glanced at another woman. She’s in her late thirties, in a French bun, minimal makeup, and a handsome trench coat. For a moment there, she’s a sight, the center of all attention.

Her heart slipped with a thud, her shoulders fell into gravity. One day she will no longer be pretty. One day, the shattered fragments will obscure her. One day, the wood will age and cripple, and nothing between him and her will ever be as they are now.

She felt a hug from behind: “I’ve missed you so much.”



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23. When 24. judging 25. first impression


Learn a new word today. Look for its definition, then write a prose with it. In a year, you’re going to pat yourself on the back having learned 365 words into your vocabulary with firm understanding.




: using few words; expressing much in few words; concise.


: acuteness of mental discernment and soundness of judgment.


: swollen; distended; tumid.

: inflated, overblown, or pompous; bombastic



Do not confuse your prejudice with sagacity. Just because her speech is laconic doesn’t mean she carries around a closed mind. Besides, look at yourself: What good is it to use a turgid language on anyone, especially when you’re judging someone negatively, even before you get to know them?







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20. Brave, 21. new 22. woman


Learn a new word today. Look for its definition, then write a prose with it. In a year, you’re going to pat yourself on the back having learned 365 words into your vocabulary with firm understanding.


: great warmth of feeling; fervor; passion.

: intense devotion, eagerness, or enthusiasm; zeal.

: burning heat.


: to thrust or move quickly or suddenly


: inclined to lustfulness; wanton; lewd.

: arousing sexual desire.

: indicating sexual interest or expressive of lust and lewdness.




You can catch the ardour in her voice. “Therefore, I would like to make a toast for all the gentlemen in this room who has contributed their generous kindness to our foundation,” she raised her glass. With that speech, the room applauded like torrents of rainstorm falling down the earth, and feminism shall wipe out the growing body of rapists in the nation. The victims shall receive the proper education they deserved, thanks to this night’s fundraising gala dinner. 

Seriously, why are there so many angry people out there? Do they want power so much that they want to dominate as many vaginas as possible?

 Anyway, I’m proud to say that this woman, the founder of Women Against Rape and also the author of The Idealist Inside: How To Unleash The Do-Gooder Within, is mine and for mine alone, even though these “gentlemen” in the room look like rapists who are ready to pounce on her whenever she moves. They all look like monkeys dressed in suits. Fucking expensive suits.

When the MC takes over, she spotted where I was standing, then catapulted out of the stage. She grabbed my hand and we’re heading toward the empty backstage. It’s dark but I can still see her angelic face. She quickly undressed me, with all her lasciviousness that are only for my eyes, as if she’s some hungry animal that’s been waiting too long for her feast, the real woman underneath all the media coverage and public attention. 

Her skin so soft, so sweet, and yet she’s so hungry for my attention. I gripped both her hands, she touched me at all the right places. I locked each of her leg under my arms, and she pushed her chest further forward to me, surrendering her all to me.

We were dry-humping all night long , throughout then I kept thinking of the perfect way to propose to this amazing woman, just as I’ve been doing whenever her naked body is laying against mine. All these time, who am I to think I deserve her? It’s been years, and my only wish has been to give this woman all that I’ve got, to convince her the perfect way that I want all of her for myself – my best-of-the-best friend, my lovely, sultry tigress, my impeccably horny virgin.





First of all, I apologize if this short story is slightly R-rated, but I think it’s fun. The most important thing is the point of the story, right? Manly sweetness (Is that even a proper description?!)

By now I’m guessing that you’re wondering where I get these words daily. Well, for one thing, I’m always either at the moment reading a good novel. Check out my library for what I’m currently reading right now. I’m thinking of writing 1 book review by the end of the year, as I’ve read so many books but have never done a book review before.

I also read the paper on a daily basis, as I have my iPad in hand everywhere I go and Twitter on my BlackBerry to keep me up-to-date. I’m also always reading interesting magazine articles. And these are the sources of new words I get daily – as apparently I read voraciously, but couldn’t keep up to the new words I learn everyday. So, this vocabulary practice is kind of a way for me to remember the new words I came across.

As I’ve said before, what better way than keeping a vocabulary notebook to improve the art of self-expression? :)









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Before Facebook, Justin Bieber, and mechanical pencils: “My Generasi”

This is a short I came across that made a huge impression on me. Brings back a lot of memories during my studies in Singapore. But I’m sure anyone born in the 80s and 90s can relate to this. Enjoy.







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26/33: Wasted calories on envy


March 2012



Affirmative. Yesterday was water weight – because just one night of feast couldn’t lead up to all that weight gain back. This morning, it’s (x – 1.2) kg. Yay! I’m actually on track to reaching my end goal at (x – 1.5) kg anyway. But heck, if I can do 2 kg, why not? I’m just not confident that I can do that yet, but -1.5 kg is doable by the end of this week.

Anyway, I know from reading loads of health articles that your brain consumes about 25% to 30% of your total caloric burn throughout the day. The brain is also the only organ in your body that never sleeps. It continues to work to make up dreams and stuff. And then I actually find it quite hard to believe that I lost all that weight this morning. It must be the brain, isn’t it? And what’s going on in the brain is more private than the stories I can tell publicly here, so I think I’m going to use a third-person voice here describing a similar situation.

When someone has an obsession with another – he kept thinking about her night and day, tracked down the other men in her life, got jealous for no particular reason other than finding out that a particular man used to be The One for her, and he can’t sleep all night worrying because he do realizes that he’s obsessed if he wants to know how she went by her day and whoever she’s been with throughout the day. She would get annoyed if he keeps pestering her, that’s why he didn’t make a move much and that kills him. He couldn’t sleep and he keeps checking up her Facebook updates. And Twitter. And of course, it’s midnight, and there are no updates. But still, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

What’s worse: Besides all the fuss with him thinking about her all day, there’s another woman he’s introduced to that’s actually quite nice, but he has to try so hard to respond to this girl that he regards that girl as annoying, even though the girl is not. He had to be nice because their parents set them up. Their parents are good friends. Indeed, the girl is actually nice, just that he easily lose interest the moment he finds a flaw.

Does that situation make a lot of wasted energy coming out of the brainpower? I guess. But we’re human beings after all – we can’t control our feelings. At times we feel a tinge of jealousy, and we just have to deal with it. Now I cannot say what private things I have in mind and whatever happened to me in public, but I can tell you that I feel jealous. And whenever I do, I never show it, express it to the person I like, or even admit it – not even to myself. Alas, I’ve got work and homework and other stuff to do, you know, I need to get by this feeling and deal with it.

I always thought that jealousy is an ugly thing, that’s why I keep avoiding it if I feel it, and then distract myself to doing other things and sooner or later that feeling will go away. This is just not the right time to distract myself, because I only have time to do a number of things right now – I’m not on holiday in Jakarta or on some vacation, as if I have all the time in the world. I can go workout today, but I choose not because Mondays are days I dedicate my time to my homework. Also, with jealousy, I’ve always believed that bringing down those people you envy will make you look even uglier in the presence of everybody. The only way to deal with jealousy is to make yourself look better. Be better. Do better. And ignore that jealousy feeling.

I’ve had this feeling for quite some time and it just grows bigger right now, I’m afraid I can’t ignore that anymore and I have to deal with it.

Basically, the whole idea of being jealous is thinking that the other has what you don’t. And what I don’t have right now until the end of the next 4 months is the time to shine. Because this is my final year in school and I have loads to do, especially things that I am not passionate about, I haven’t got the time I had like last summer. I dedicated my time to take chances in every way to live out my dreams to go freelance writing, and I did achieve it, because I didn’t eat right and didn’t sleep much just by thinking about a good query letter to write, and actually doing the field research and the writing every evening whenever I’m not sleeping or dining or working out. I’m obsessed with my passion too, besides the person I like and love. I have very little material obsessions, now that I realize, and that’s one quality I always value about myself. I also think that this quality is something most people doesn’t have, so right now, as I’m writing these words down, I already feel better.

Normally when I feel jealous I linger on it and never actually communicate the feelings out. I just keep it all inside and move on with things. I just never realize that it’ll grow bigger with time, especially if things with the person you’re obsessed with are going great. But I guess that’s women, right? All women have a reservoir of insecurities they hide from the public. We are all perfect in our own ways, and when we’re jealous, we don’t realize that we possess qualities most other people don’t.

I guess the solution is still the same: Stop thinking about others and focusing on yourself. Becoming a better self wins 100, rather than attracting 1 and hurting 99 others. And, even though I look like a fairly confident person, I have very low self-esteem and I have a habit I’m working on getting rid of whenever I don’t meet expectations I set for myself: I punish myself. It’s such a drag to have that kind of habit, but once you realize it’s a habit and that there are better ways to feel better about yourself or just feel better in general, you’ll look at it objectively and soon, the habit will slowly go away, as it is for me right now.

What do you guys think? How do you deal with the fist-clenching, stomach-churning, teeth-gritting part of jealousy?








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25/33: Dang! part 2


March 2012




Like I said, I hit the gym earlier. Hooray! I don’t know how many visits I’ve been this month but I’m gonna count by the end of the month, 6 days from today.

This is my post workout food:



So before you ask me whether I do have junk food indulgences or not, there it is. Muffins and breads and other kinds of pastries, although I dislike anything with whipped cream, and I also don’t like cupcakes.

But I love bread, I always have.

Then not long after that I have my last meal of the day: Some cheese strings and soy crisps. I know it’s not a meal, but I really feel full, and I’m glad I ate my favorite stuff almost everyday. Well, all Asians love food. We do go on diets but we never go to the extremes (well, at least most Asians), like veganism and the like. There’s just too many good food to resist. In fact, I’ve already scheduled a lunch date with a girlfriend next friday at a Chinese bistro.








My workout today: 47 minutes on the elliptical machine… I think I love the machine so much that’s why I keep doing it.

Today’s workout is quite intense. 6 minutes warmup at resistance 5, then 10 for a minute, then 5, 10, 5, 10, 5, then 11, 5, 11, 5, 11, 5, then 13, 5, 13, 5, 13, 6, 15, 6, 15, 6, 15, 7, 16, 7, 16, 8, 16, 18, 8, 18, 9, and then I can’t remember how long I stayed for 19, then cooled of at the 47th minute at resistance level 5.

No strength training whatsoever, but I could feel my core working out harder than ever. Today was actually the best workout I’ve ever had since months.

Which is great.

Tomorrow I’ll weigh myself again. It cannot be x kg, for sure. I mean, even if it is, I still won’t give up anyway.









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25/33: Dang!


March 2012


Ok. So, I know I told you I should’ve been (x-1) kg already by yesterday. Well, I was. Yesterday morning. But I feasted a little yesterday. Well, a lot.



And 2 more main dishes plus that pancake. But what to do, what to do, veggies are so delicious! (And I really mean it from the bottom of my heart, especially Korean, Japanese, and Chinese dishes. If you’ve ever wondered why my face looks so Oriental before, which I get a lot, that’s probably why).

After the whole feast, we made a stop at Quickly again for the famous Asian tapioca bubble drinks. Which I haven’t had in about, say, 2 years?

I know how ridonkulous it seems that I’m an Asian and you’ve probably been wondering what I eat on a daily basis, since I haven’t been treating myself with a boba drink for 2 years. Well, today I’m uploading my huge breakfast, which is usually not this big but somehow I’m really hungry this morning. (Maybe it’s the crazy cold weather here, when San Francisco’s actually welcoming Spring, ironically).



This is practically what I eat everyday – since I have a stock of matcha green tea soba noodles that I can just cook within 10 minutes and it’s done. Then every morning I fry 2 eggs on extra virgin olive oil. Can’t live without eggs ever since I was a baby.



This is a small bowl of peach yogurt and some berries sprinkled on top of it, a dash of cinnamon, and some flaxseeds. This is my average breakfast portion, but as I said, maybe it was because I ate out last night and got comfortable with this queen-sized portion so that’s why I ate  my breakfast the American way this morning.

Then, even though I was already really very full, I even had another apple.


Wow, I know right? I’ve gotten rid of this habit for the past week, but now it’s come back. Crazy American diet.

I didn’t mean it in a bad way – I just can’t stand the portion sizes they give in the restaurants here. I heard from my boyfriend that he didn’t even get hungry from his breakfast yesterday morning at 9, up till 3 in the afternoon he still wasn’t hungry without lunch, and that’s when he realized it’s already 3pm. So he drank a cup of boba, and wasn’t hungry too until at night, and he couldn’t take much anymore because he’s too full.

The thing is, if you don’t stock up on food at home and you think, oh, outside there are plenty of restaurant choices to choose from so I don’t have to buy groceries right now… That’s when you will gorge like a monster in the restaurant and the next second you didn’t realize that you’ve already adopted that habit of eating more than the only portion size you need. That’s what happened to me for the past 3 months – in fact, it always happen to me whenever I come back here from my holidays in Jakarta. I will get really sick of the food right in front of my plate. Most Asians are usually taught to eat off the whole plate until it’s clean, because we hate wasting food and we LOVE food. I also do know that we can just  order a takeout box and we can pack the rest of the food and bring home just that. But then it will not be fresh anymore, I always ended up not eating them anyway  if I bring it home.

Surprise, surprise. I weighed myself this morning and I’m right back at x kg again. Urgh. I’m sure it’s the sodium last night and all dat sugar, so it must be the water weight or something. IT MUST BE. So, I cannot waste all the willpower I’ve exerted throughout last week and I am planning to hit the gym this afternoon, right after a potential roommate visits my house later this afternoon.

The great thing is, after eating so much last night, I pooped a lot. Which is a healthy thing, you know? Haven’t been pooping so much in a long time.

8 days left till this diet is over. I didn’t specify how much weight I wanted to lose, I just mentioned losing weight. My only aim right now is to get back to the weight I was yesterday, plus 0.5kg more. So my end goal should be (x – 1.5) kg. That’s reachable. That’s doable. Oh God, I need self-control. I have self-control. I know I do. Weight maintenance is a personal responsibility, not a state where you can blame genetics, genes, DNA or whatnot and then you can feel good about you being fat. It’s just a fact that you’re fat and that you have to do something about it.

And this is the Asian style of doing things. Whenever my mom calls me every Saturday, she will ask questions like, “Are you fat now?” or “Get enough sleep?” which is to the point. No nonsense. Straight to the point.

I’m being redundant. You get me.