2015 — Looking back

This year has been a rollercoaster and I have experienced unseen circumstances that are harder to imagine. This is the final hour of the year (from where I am) so I have gathered my thoughts and written down a few unforgettable encounters in here so I can refer and reflect in the future years to come.

Battling insomnia

Honestly, this is considered my longest and most excruciating battle. I have had sleepless nights including having an elephant in the room. As such I slept quite as a late as 2 to 3am for the first 6 months of this year (plus the last 4 months from 2014). Rather thinking that this insomnia has to do with my current situation of juggling work and school, I rather think of it as a trigger message that my body seriously needs a downtime.

Doing yoga

I have been practising vinyasa yoga since this July and I have never felt this awesome before. During my insomnia phase, I tried doing my usual exercise routine such as swimming and going to the gym till I was introduced to yoga from my friend and the YouTube videos. I’m glad that I found a practice that is loved and needed by me, my body and my soul. Having this consistent routine, I have better quality sleep and I sleep earlier than the previous 2–3am knockout. I might write this in the future on how I combat against insomnia through yoga.

Quitting my first full-time job without future career prospects

I resigned in January after working with a German events company for close to two years. I had met and worked with wonderful people from all walks of life and we shared our experiences during our annual company trip in Bali, Indonesia. But time has changed. There was no career prospects in my job scope and it was hard to spend some time with myself especially when I was in insomnia phase. It was a huge risk for me to leave but I had made the best and right decision to do so.

Quitting Facebook semi-permanently

By semi-permanently, I mean not posting and liking stuff. I seldom use Facebook since the beginning of the year and I deleted Facebook app on my iPhones. There are a lot of preposterous posts and messages from my friends, colleagues and relatives that made me thinking of whether I should delete my Facebook account. However, if I deleted my Facebook account, it would be hard for my friends including the long-lost ones to contact me. Most of them do not have my personal contact number so the only way to contact me is via Facebook. I decided not to deactivate my Facebook account and changed the security settings for my profile. To the my friends who are reading this, my Facebook profile is still there but I’m no longer active in using it anymore.

More quality family time

My nephew playing at the phone booth while on our way back from the library.

I spent more quality time with my family after I left my job. It’s not that I didn’t have time with my family when I was working, it was more of the conflicting rigorous schedules and work-travelling which hinder from having family conversation and outings. I listened to Dad’s stories about work and life, my Mom on her family’s loss after my uncle passed on early this year, my younger sister who required my assistance on her GCE O Level preparations (I did apologise to her that I could only teach her History, Social Studies and English as they were my strongest subjects) and my niece and nephew on eating, playing and sleeping.

Writing and journaling

I have been consistently writing down ideas and chronicling my daily encounters ever since I bought a Hobonichi 2015 edition. I have not been this consistent before this year. I wrote an article about it.


Reading is an old habit of mine but this year is my first time that I read books from other genres such as journalism, Japanese literature and Russian literature. I have also re-read the classics such Sherlock Holmes series, Hobbit and To Kill a Mockingbird to unwind and relax.

I’m looking forward to 2016. There may be new challenges ahead but regardless, I’m up for it.

Thank you for the amazing encounters, 2015.

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