2026 ( - April): good lord ! been in flow state coming out of end-2025 fog-ma, and just four months squeezing oozing me out of, it. I had been... dancing breathing shining at peak? smart charm sharp social wow!
2025: seasonality coming to be. first half of year was productive, towards the end around May/June i was STRUGGLING total surviving mode. July - Oct was resting bit more, Norway, Peru and Jersey, the new one. It lasted into November and December too. Good seasons, natural; good learnings - that I need to remember. LOVE LASTING
2024: What a ride! I guess first half I was, chilling, and expecting the end of HM. Second half was a lot of conviction. Stars aligning and good trajectory I kept saying. It was. A bit thrilling.
2023: Was it a lot of learning at the beginning, my kind of first corporate consulting job? New in L&D and luxury. I felt quite out of place but not really with Amandine, Edouard, Ornella and more. I was good even for corporate. Was good to be in a Hive :-)
2022: Probably too much proposal and.. was I living the IA project day and night? In Q1 and Spring yea I guess. But wow I can do anything! Less towards the end of "Coopers", which was "burial". A second worldwide, firstish in HK instance knowing what doesn't work for me. Coopers a jelly aquarium, and I belong to the Ocean.
2021: The End of the Escape Saga. I made it back. Love blossomed. I was immensely lucky - we were. I got rescued back. I was healing, at my maiden place. There was a new interesting opportunity, I gave it a go. Wow this the salary level? Thank you and gosh I so deserve it but what game rule. Pfff.
2020: WOW NEW JOB! AMAZING LEARNING at FG. Absolute Spring until May. So fun! Very rewarding. Summer I came back to not get to vote. I went back to London winter and entered misery. Perhaps I needed a family. I wasn't sure. I still ain't sure. Podcast too.
2019: HK wasn't well but I was. I was getting ready for my departure. Now I was familiar and flow state happy on 10/F. "Bosses-"and colleagues- friends are interesting, very different. My favourite job since I graduated.and I am still choosing moving abroad. I was choosing between the moon and the star. HK wasn't well, but also best of time, until it wasn't. It was a lot of walking. And then I didn't get to witness anymore, just watching live while heavily sobbing on a friend's sofa. And then I found the pub-convert. I was seeing friends in Barcelona, Odessa and more. I was job hunting in Tower Hamlets and munching a bagel from the Tesco. Maybe I was dating in between. It didn't really work.
2018: New position, how interesting. My guards were a bit high - why were they different. But I was much trusted, valued. Amazing opportunities: housing, outomces contract. First time supervising. Managering - whatever that means. I would pop by the 12/F to hello and sit for extended conversations. Was it also this year when I had a lot of so called high-level meetings, for the housing project? Did I meet Joan this year. It wasn't right. Oh grandma passed away. I experienced grief, viscerally I experienced permanent loss. I knew to tell my Aunt off when she told me not to cry. It was really bullshit.
2017: Work was on 7/F. Continuing with a team I knew. Different personalities. I was noticing I was good. Was it this year when I got to visit a lot of boards, with bosses - occasionally joining the ride. I was 28 becoming 29. Not "that" young but young, maybe.
2016: 11/F wasn't right for me so - wait oh I knew this time the first time. Because I was so confident about how fast I would land another job too. But wow I got retained. OK - a new Platform Project could be interesting. What did I know. I just knew / liked being appreciated and retained. In hindsight it was good pick :-) Japan trip was fancy.
2015: Was the year I cried on a call thinking I... "misbehaved". London in Spring was gorgeous. I was too studious. But friendships that could last a lifetime. SOAS came to be that I didn't do at the end. Second half was lucky, random job hunting, GRE and PhD applications. I guess it was the choice of the less experienced. Now (in 2026) I know to practise. But school was, and perhaps still is, could be, good rest.
2014: Ok I can give Tatenda this year. And cycling at night to see him and to stay with him, at Helen's. There was Panda, Nastya, Franzi, more. Americans showing me noncompliant. Many more nationalities.. Bela-rusian yogaing under the sun. Swimming naked, in Winter school?
2013: I was... leaving my first job. Was good. Gosh the Fall semester was, a lot of reading. I was still too self-conscious. I was still forming. Well I was turning 25, of course!
2012: Still in this intense job but I knew I didn't want to become my boss. Grateful for an 8pm departure so I could catch my DH shuttle.
2011: I graduated and was lost what jobs suit me. I knew I couldn't correct grammar a lot. Dating again finally @@ But really I didn't know what I wanted. Salary, so clothes. Too much. Wait, I was told to put on make-up and accessories. Well I did for a short while because I was "gwai", and why not, perhaps? Did I like this guy? Jo-ma-ed too. So I didn't not fully not lived a Uni life.
2010: Georgetown Spring was gorgeous. So gorgeous that the Hoffman senior interviewer also knew. I was now living with my broken arm. And wow I was meeting new guys who also did exchanges and came back and I said "awesome" as "awful" out very loud. This is what I remembered? LMAO
2009: Georgetown OMG. I belonged to living abroad, didn't I? I would hold onto this thought for the next years, until perhaps 2020. 11 years.
2008: Was a blur looking back from 2026. What did I do this year? Was 2007 the first year I learnt about going to the streets? Why did I want to do my exchange? When and how did the desire come to be? I guess by this time I knew I liked literature and history. Huddart's course was this year wasn't it. "Critical Theory" sounded smart and interesting. Classmates already studied literature at school?
2007: Secondary 6 and 7 were, nice and studious. I was dating too, or more like in infatuation. Well, first time ma. I thought speech and hearing science. or journalism. law was what I was supposed to want but did I know what it was? Absolutely no. The teachers were, a bit odd, now I know from my classmates. I thought teachers were only perfect. I thought adults had things sorted. I thought. Jesus. I was even going to church.
2006: Was it a lot of ECA? Maybe I was writing the school musical? Oh the IMUN. Ha. Good fun. I was infatuating I guess. Was there a Pan-yu trip with my S7 mates? Did I even feel that close with / to them? I guess I did. Wow things do fade.
2005: Phew I got into secondary 6. Unlike my sister I wasn't going to the UK. Most or was it all of my classmates were taking additional classes, tutorials. It was fashionable at the time. I thought I worked hard enough during school time and after-school so I didn't have to. I was... living mostly with my grand, as my sister moved to the UK a few years ago. How had she been? Was this year the year she sent me a birthday message and a musical storgae box? Maybe the year prior.
2004: Secondary 4 was fun I recall. Secondary 5 was less I suppose. I was in science. Probably some musical stuff. Some award scheme (ECA) stuff.
2003: SARS ! Barely anything happened or what. Chinese History teacher was... Ms Au, the good story-teller? I was good at Geography and History but not Chinese History. Now in hindsight, why was my Chinese so bad? Ms Man from Primary School was good, no? Ng Sir (Math?) told me I was to make my own decision, science and arts. My flawed logic was: science was for the smarter kids. Gosh I was stupid but I am happy I chose science. Phew. Dissection was nice.
2002: Secondary 2 was heaven. I was a bit popular LOL. Was this the year I said no to this boy who wanted me be his girlfriend? Man, we were young! I was eating very fast whenever I had lunch with schoolmates. I was probably very occupied by if they liked me enough. Childishness as a teenager. I was 13.
2001: It was getting better, after "why was I not in a secondary school with my primary school friends". I guess it was ok. My grades were improving? I was learning to infatuate. Did I make up my crush for the first Ryan? LOL. Maybe everyone has it. I need to give myself a break.
2000: We moved, and mum was still escorting me to school, even though on some days I would idle in a public park and Ms Man told my mum off, on piano lesson days. I was learning piano because Lyris did, and she was my best friend. She was reading adult fiction and making casettes for me. Sweet. There was also this boy who fancied me, in a bit of an intense way. I was very confused. Did I like being liked?
1999: Gosh this was just two years after the handover. I was... too long now. I guess I could only start from 2000.
