A new identity

I realised that this summary doesn’t fit me anymore:

A freelance journalist from the Lion City, aka Singapore, who lives in a shoebox with a 6 ft 3 kangaroo, shares her adventures in Tokyo, her new home.

If you take a look to the right, I’ve written a new one. Inspiration hasn’t hit me yet but that will do for now.

I’m no longer freelance, though I could do adhoc assignments if any came my way, and I’m not quite a journo anymore. I’ve become a web freak. We’re also not in a shoebox anymore. As the kangaroo put it last Thursday night between bites of his alfredo chicken from a plate on his lap, “We’ll be living like humans again.” I chortled with joy whilst digging into mine from the floor.

I planned to make our home red, white and black with a splash of green. It’s not quite working out the way I thought — not in a bad way at all — because we’ve got many colours going on in our new home at the moment as we both contribute to our new pad. We’ve got a yellow iron, red swivel chairs, white desks, brown shelves, green, yellow and brown towels, a nude striped duvet… I give up on keeping to a particular scheme. Maybe that’s us for now. Just colourful folks.

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