I can’t quit get enough of the ‘Lost and Found’ book I bought by Oliver Jeffers. I have to flip it open several times a day, the adorable characters always brighten up the day a little.

You know, if everyone could have some amount of this kind of child-like imagination, the world would be a better place I think.

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I had a thought/theory/thinking about beautiful people while on the way home from work. It is a simple idea..but it just kind of link to every single thing in my head so I will try to link them up.

I was thinking, “Why aren’t there more beautiful people than ugly/average looking people?” I am talking about purely physically beauty. I mean, don’t you realise we don’t go around saying “hey, he’s handsome”, “that girl is pretty and so is the other one”?

i came to this conclusion: Being beautiful (still talking about physical beauty) makes you “exclusive”. If majority of people are beautiful, there will be a different perspective of beauty isn’t it? Maybe beautiful is not big round eyes or sharp nose anymore but slanted eyes or wide, flat nose? (Yeah, just like in olden days, fat is beautiful.) Am I sounding like it’s common sense? The point is, beauty is defined by human in such a way that it needs to be soar after/unique/rare if not we don’t want to be beautiful. We want to be beautiful because we want to stand out from the crowd.

It sounded more profound in my head, like there was suddenly enough energy to turn on a light bulb in the midst of that gloomy evening sky just now (wow, look sentence). And this reminds me of my FYP, my book was based on all these thinkings I have.

Yay, it’s a public holiday on Monday! Long weekend!!! I can’t wait.

I changed my paper tray to a nicer one and rearranged my office table before I left. It gives me just a tiny bit more excitement about going to work tomorrow.

I am really sleepy but I refuse to sleep simply because it’s a Friday night and I am not working tomorrow so I deserve my late night and sleep in tomorrow.

Went with father and sister to Don’s cafe at Boat Quay/Raffles Place area. They are famous for their chicken pies which are really good with many fillings at affordable prices. They also have a very good Claypot Crab Beehoon at $16. That’s really good too, and I would say it is definitely worth the price considering it’s a whole crab not just those frozen crabmeat sticks.

Nothing beats spending time with my family. Yes, it is fun spending a Friday night with your friends but the kind of quality time and fun with your family warms your heart like no other.

Via

This is truely the most heartbreaking photo I have ever seen. Quoting the photo caption directly:

“In this Nov. 6, 2008 file photo, young Protegee carries her niece, Response, as she looks for her parents in the village Kiwanja, 90 kms north of Goma, eastern Congo. When photographed on Nov. 6, Protegee was in a crowd of thousands in the town of Kiwanja, having walked for three days by herself after being separated from her mother as they fled on foot from her town about 12 miles (20 kilometers) away. Protegee finally found her mother, Esperance Nirakagori, in Kiwanja at a makeshift refugee camp six days after they were separated.”

It brings me to think about many things that are beyond our imagination or knowledge. Another side of the world that’s so dark and lonely we refuse to think about it.

On the lighter side of life, a cute little photo essay of a cotton tail bunny:

I am quite addicted to Issuu nowadays. It’s a site where users published their magazine/publication online. Alot of really great stuff there.

My table is moist from the dew/mist. The weather is damp this few days which is perfect for sleep, not meant for waking up for work.

I have built quite a collection of links on my work computer. I serve arts and design sites when I am free, just like today. I feel more jealous than inspired more often than not. Jealous these people are so damn talented.

Anyway, this is one of my favourites: juststuffifind.com. Very inspirational.

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I had something I wanna blog about for days yet I haven’t done so because…it was just a quick, unbidden thought that was rather insignificant yet it has been on my mind for days.

As I am always working late, my mother bought me Vitasoy to bring to my office when I am hungry. I bring one a day and put it in my drawer below my desk. There are more food and drinks than papers and documents in my drawer.

The other day, I was hungry so I pulled out my drawer for the Vitasoy. That was when the unbidden thought happened. I was suddenly reminded of my grandmother who passed away not too long ago.

My grandmother lived in an old folks home even before I was born. It was an old folks home near my old house in Hong Kong. She had a stroke that left her mute. She was mute even before I was born. My uncles and mother would bring her packets or Vitasoy or biscuits to put in her drawer. She had tons of food in that drawer, always taking them out to give us when we visit her. That’s about all the belongings she has.

Having all those food and drinks in my drawer reminded me of her. I never really knew my grandmother..that fact that I live in another country, although I really wish I did. I didn’t really feel anything much when that ‘thought’ happened, not regret or guilt or whatever. That’s why I couldn’t really find a reason to blog about it…which now I do in the end.

Maybe it just reminds me of my own mother, how it’s always a tearful departure for her from the old folks home before she heads back to Singapore.

New header for the blog, getting quite tired of the muffin. Nothing special, doesn’t matter, it looks cute.

It’s the perfect weather to sleep in, it’s drizzling quite heavily, the sky is all gray and the day can’t get any lazier. I went to the bathroom just now and thank God I am not on the way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and go to work.

The thing about work, I really have no comments. I do dread it most of the time but somehow excited like a little girl all at the same time. Excited not really about the work load but mostly because I get my own station, I am at another period of my life and I am doing work for real. It’s kind of a funny thing to be excited about but it hasn’t faded, it’s already a month since I started.

Therefore, I hated being asked ‘how’s work?’, because I really don’t know. While I don’t exactly enjoy it, I can’t really find a valid/justifiable reason to hate it. It’s the state of somewhere between contented and unsatisfied. Yes.

And there’s something about work (sorta) I need to blog about! I have been making sure I remember this which is really, a damn stupid and ridiculous thing to remember:

I go to the toilet at work very often, I walk about the office more than anyone else. I drink lots of water to keep me awake. Sometimes I even think my GM is counting how many times I leave the office. Anyway, the toilet only has one toilet paper dispenser (?). And most of the time it runs out of toilet paper which is a damn annoying.

There’s once a lady went in and yanked a metre of toilet paper out. The first thing in my head is “damn you, that’s why toilet paper always run out”. I can try to understand if you are cleaning the toilet seat but nooo, she went to the squatting toilet. I wonder how many asses she has to wipe. I swear it was at least a metre long of toilet paper.

And she already annoyed me before with her glares at me and the way she walks like there’s something poking her ass.

Little things annoys me to the max. Just like how this lady wearing a medium-tight purple dress annoys because her ass wobbles too much - it’s the walk or stop wearing such a tight dress. Blame the morning rush hour, blame city life, blame work…it’s a quite amazing I am bothered by everything around me. I don’t think I should live in a city.

I bought two new goldfishes just now. They have these bubble cheeks, like really..they can burst if I poke it with a needle.

And throughout work this week, I have been plugging in the Jack’s Mannequin new album ‘The Glass Passenger‘. He’s one of my all time favourite artist so of cos I love the album. This album is pretty different from the last. The mellow songs get more sentimental. The lighter songs gets more guitar and drums heavy. I think my favourite song is ‘Swim’. You can’t resist Jack’s Mannequin with his heartfelt lyrics and piano rock.

I don’t like this new blonde hair, I prefer him with the black bald no hair look.

This is the third week and I am still not getting used to the work cycle. Don’t tell me it would last forever.

I am always so extremely tired, I don’t even look forward going home because..it takes a lot of energy squeezing on the train at rush hour and stoning and being in a daze does take up much energy too. At least to me…

Yesterday was the worst day at work so far. I was frustrated with everything, the work, the freaking grandma-had-finish-running-a-marathon slow computer..and hunger and whatever.

But more than ever, I was frustrated with myself. Frustrated because I can’t manage my emotions and feelings well. It was also partly due to PMS.

I had so much I wanted to blog about but my mind’s blanked out, I need to hit the sack. I slept at 2am yesterday.

I was about to type an password-protected entry about work but I am too tired for that after telling the whole drama to my sister just now. Why password-protected? Cos with technology nowadays, it easy for anyone (that means my boss) to track me down so you know play safe.

I always think it’s silly to blog and then password protect it, I mean blogging means you want the everyone to read it right? Now I understand, yes you want everyone to read it, except your superiors. So yes when I do have password-protected entries, email or sms me for the password. For my one royal and maybe only reader, Audrey, I will actually email you the password myself.

As usual, I don’t really realise the week passing by because I am so tired about work, I eat dinner half asleep. I am still getting used to the whole work cycle.

Work had been smooth sailing so far till today. No, don’t worry, I didn’t get scolded or fired. Just..how to I put it..was reminded today real working life is tough and gets pretty lonely. Everyone has to be on their guards which to think about it, is pretty sad..no one to really trust or befriend with. I think I blame Starbucks for making work so fun..and that was my first job so I am rather taking quite a while to adjust to a brand new environment.

Like every new beginning and fresh starts, there’s always a lot to think about.

I added Twitter Updates if you noticed. Since I can’t blog at work or I don’t want to excess my blog from work (yes the whole tracking down thing even though I already accessed my blog from work before), little updates will keep my need to rant fulfilled.

As I had nothing much to do this afternoon at work, I surfed around to rekindle my love for typography and found this site: ilovetypography.com. Beside it being an resourceful site about typography, I think it’s one of the most beautifully designed site I ever seen.

With more blogs getting nicer these days, I am quite tempted to work on a new theme but that will take ages.

Lastly, colourlovers.com has all the colour palettes to inspire when starting on a new art project/illustrations/web design. Or you just wish to look at pretty colours, highly reccommended as well.

I am so sleepy, it’s only 11.30pm. And I smelled curry from my window or maybe I mixed that up with smelly feet.

I went clubbing yesterday, it was Boys Noize playing. They were really awesome. It was a pity though, I didn’t spent much time on the dance floor with the whole gang of TP boyz and girlz. It is not that I didn’t want to..it was too packed to squeeze in and not forgotting my unfortunate harrassment! Yes I was harrassed, let’s just say I was groped! Damn you drunk assholes.

It was really good though, too see everyone from school..just like good old days, wished I spent more time with them last night really.

And I had Joan with me! Even though we didn’t spent much time on the dance floor, we spent much quality time together, catching up and drink other people’s beer. HAHA! We found two seats so we sat down and there were two drinks in front of us. They looked untouched althought not cold anymore. And after a while when no one came to claim the drink, we decided it would be ours..why not? Free drinks! We smelled the drink, know it’s beers, toasted and gulped it down.

It’s been a while since I clubbed, kind of somewhat relunctant to go actually but I finally did yesterday and I realised something. I think I really I grew out of the whole clubbing period. I still love the music nevertheless but the best time last night was sitting down with Joan with beers in our hands and chatting. From where we were looking down at the mess of people (drunk, fall on each other, yelling but drunk mostly) down at the dance floor..I just don’t think I enjoy being there anymore like last time.

Work again tomorrow, how how how………………..exciting.