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What do you do?

If there was one question I’m self-conscious about, this is it. I’m not sure why, but working on social media strategies and social media content sometimes feels frivolous when a majority of people seem to think all I do is just play around on Facebook. That’s not true.

I play around with Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr too.

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I’m (still) 25!

Right now as I’m writing this, it is perfectly okay for me to tell people that I’m 25. Because I am. If I did that in a couple of hours – I’d seem like I was embarrassed about my age. That’s nuts.

It’s perfectly normal to feel like it’s an issue when it isn’t, but we’ll get used to being our new age and telling people what that number is. But I usually forget and it catches me off-guard when someone asks. I’ll think for a second or two but it won’t mean anything when I say the number out loud.

But then you get to the number 30. And you panic and freak out because where did the years go?

That’s what happened to my 25th year. So this year, I’m going to be 26 to the best of my ability to prevent that from happening. #YouAreOnly26ForOneYear

I was 23 here!

No it’s not my birthday here. But this photo makes me happy and I thought it’d fit the theme.

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Social media blogs

There are thousands of social media blogs and millions of social media experts on Twitter out there. These blogs and influencers get really repetitive really quickly – because ultimately, there are really just three main things you can get out of them:

That brands have to embrace authenticity and transparency, that they should be listening to what people are saying online and having conversations with them, and that they have to invest in content.

They are helpful in understanding social media – and I read them to find out about new tools, new apps and updates in the space. But they’re really not helpful in understanding people – and their relationship with brands. Maybe someone should start one that allows a little insight into people and their behaviours instead.

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New goals

For someone who’s led a really passive, sedentary lifestyle, I really didn’t think I’d suddenly get the whole fitness thing. Sure, I’ve looked at Fitspo posts and images on Tumblr, and I get it – skinny girls look good in clothes and fit girls look good naked. But did I want to burn calories by getting wet and sweaty and gross?

In my head I thought that if I started working out regularly, I’d need to continue working out forever, and really, who needs that burden?

Ha! If you could only see me now. I don’t yet own enough muscles to impress anyone but ask me again in a few months.

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Neopets

I have a 14-year old account that’s active and alive – with a username I created when I was twelve, so that says something about the kind of username it was.

I remember lots of time spent on learning HTML to fill this space, which was probably the most productive thing I’ve gotten out of Neopets.

Neopets Shop

The rest of the time was spent earning Neopoints by buying/selling things in the shop, completing Faerie quests, playing games, aiming for high scores and collecting avatars.

I rediscovered it awhile back and got more active when I joined a guild and made friends on the site to distract myself from my studies in uni…because I was already doing so well in school and I wanted to cut my fellow students a break.

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So to learn that there is a possibility that Neopets might finally be shutting down or getting some really drastic change after all those years is pretty sad. But it’s likely it might be a change for the better so I’m hoping that’s what’s happening! So much nostalgia on there that it’s probably equivalent to what Pokemon means to me haha.

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For science

There is no shame whatsoever to admit that I am embarrassed being me sometimes. Most of the time.

I should start by saying that my eating habits have taken a turn for the worse – I’ve been working from home and eating the junk that’s lying about the house.

So when Clif and I attended a trial session at a Gymnastic Strength Training class today that’s affiliated to my Pilates studio and next door to where I usually do my sweating, you can imagine that I had no idea what was in store for my empty stomach.

10 minutes into the training I was done. My throat was dry and I was getting nauseous. The instructors checked in with me to see if I was okay and I excused myself to get some water.

You should know that I didn’t make it back.

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Belief

When I was younger, I believed in fairies. I adored and devoured Enid Blyton stories, and when I read about The Cottingley Fairies, I believed they were real.

Then in primary school, when my friend told me she had fairies in her bag, blue, green and pink, I believed her too. But as much as we begged and cajoled, she told us that we couldn’t see them – not yet, she said.

We never saw those fairies, but I imagined them hiding in her school bag, glowing in blue and green and pink like a lightsaber would.

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Begin again

Two years is not a long time – not in the grand scheme of things. But when I first started work at We Are Social, that felt like a reasonable amount of time to stay. So you can imagine how surprised I was when two good years passed by and I realised I had no pressing need to leave. Still, as the months went by I realised I needed a change of pace. Things had changed, or maybe it was because some things hadn’t changed for me and I really needed to get out and start again. Afresh, anew, again.

Someone once told me that if you want to find joy, do what you love. And it was precisely this that I joined the company, it was this that made me stay for a good two and a half years, and it was also because of this that I eventually decided to leave the best first job anyone can ask for. I’m not exaggerating.

I met people I love here; the best kind of people. The ones who’d keep pushing you to be better, the ones who’d be there when you’d trip, then tell you how much they believed in you so they’d fall right alongside, then lift you up and dust the dirt off your jeans. The ones who you’d call family.

And of course, it’s time to move out of the family home for a new adventure.

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New year, new plans

The gym gets really crowded in January like how Christmas masses are always fully packed with once-a-year Catholics. I went for Christmas mass this year and I judged. I judged so badly I almost felt like a bad Christian.

But this brings me to my point on resolutions. We’re two weeks into the new year so everyone’s probably feeling fresh and optimistic. But let’s be real – resolutions aren’t just ‘made’. Resolutions have to be planned, scheduled and executed. I mean, let’s take a look at the Most Popular New Year’s Resolutions:

1. Lose weight
2. Volunteer
3. Quit smoking
4. Save money
5. Get fit
6. Eat healthy

If you know marketing, you’d know that these goals are not in any way Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant or Time-bound. Which makes them pretty much useless because it just feels like you’re proposing marriage when we just met. Dude. Where’s your ring? Which HDB will we be getting?

I achieved so much in 2014 and that’s in part due to the number of things I signed up for at the beginning of the year. Planned, scheduled and executed.

Clif and I had made our weekends super productive. When we weren’t at work, we were at the gym, at pilates, at bowling lessons or salsa class every single week. It was a mad routine, but it was insanely productive.

Let’s try to be creatures of good habit this year. 2015 is going to be awesome!!

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Why not

I’ve always wondered how people who call themselves bloggers maintain their ability to write and get excited about their daily lives at such a constant rate. It seems such a chore to talk about your life as if you were dressed by little bluebirds every day or as if you always had an opinion on everything.

Taking endless streams of photos of your own life that you’ll have to upload everyday? I admire the discipline, but I’d never be comfortable with that.

Especially if the thought was to present myself a certain way to quench someone else’s curiosity with a pretty picture of my life. Too tiring.

But then I remember that it is considered a job for those people, and if that were my job, I think I’d probably kick ass at it with my own endless stream of photos and chirpiness and opinions. What a way to live.

It’s a romantic thought to read the diaries that were never really meant for anyone else to read though. I started reading Sylvia Plath’s unabridged journal a few years ago and it made me dive right down into a deep depression that I had to pull myself out of by stopping. An ‘irresistable fascination’ is what Maria Popova calls it and I can relate.

Let’s try to write for ourselves this year. And maybe about the regular day-to-day things instead of just the ones that make me feel introspective and reflective!