Last weekend was one of those weekends. It was busy yet rather satisfying.
A fundraiser...

A wedding...

And dinner with the gals...

I've learnt to pace myself and enjoy it at the same time. So why would u think i'm miserable because I'm tired? I'm just tired cos I don't exercise enough for the right amount of stamina. But the things I do makes sense. Has purpose. And how many people can really say that? Not too many right?
However, on a side note, I do need to start doing a few other important things. Note to self. You don't need to know exactly what though.
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one of the saddest time is when u got so busy and when u turn back and realise that u dont really remmeber much that u have accomplished...well..at least for u..the weekend was eventful and satisfying..:)
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