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 used to get kind of annoyed/useless when everyone around me surfs art/design sites and wowing at all the great pieces when I was in school. Annoyed because why is every conversation centered around some great designer or photographer. Useless because I have no idea what or who they are talking and that makes me feel that I am not as passionate into design as them or I am not as good.

Now that I am working as a graphic designer, it seem it doesn’t matter anymore. Obviously, doesn’t matter one, because it has passed and two, no matter how many sites you go to, if you suck..yes you suck.

It is only now, that I am done with school, in a job and desperately need to learn more and get inspiration, I start surfing all these sites. They are great nevertheless and just damn inspirational (with many chunks of jealousy).

Right up till I am in my current job (which is in advertising), I never look much into advertising. I never took the module in school, never thought much about a career in advertising. Not because I am not interested but just…I always think I am just not witty enough for it..which I think I still am not. But I realised everything is kind of like advertising, we sell something some sort or the other so there’s no escaping.

So that pushes me to be much more observant to all sorts of advertisements..study them and be truly amused. So this is one of the series of ads I saw today that I think is just brilliant beyond amazing.

So yes, I can say I feel more arty/art-knowledged nowadays with all the arts and design sites everyday.

The post wasn’t meant to be so long, just wanted to say “amazing ad, take a look” and that’s it. I just need to rant/make noise on your screen, to let off all the talking I can’t do at work.

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.

Added this storage pockets on my wall to hold my accessories. My necklaces always get tangled up together. Nice addition to the empty wall behind my door as well.

The weekend is over. What can I say? That sucks.

I am frustrated. I am frustrated over why it gets so frustrating. Why I get so frustrating?

1. Meatloaf
2. Swimming
3. Wasabi
4. Pillow
5. Mercury
6. Rooftops
7. French fries

As I am desperately trying not to blog about work, a random list of things off my head at 1.35am. It’s only been less than two months, I think I need a good break soon.

I finally got a project off my back (for a while) today. Been staying in the office till 9 plus, 10pm the last few days. I finally went home slightly earlier today at 7pm.

But but, another project is in and I got tons to do. I am looking at my going-out-Friday-night taken away from me…again.

It was thunderstorming and raining in the office today. I stared out at the window and like everyone else, wish I was at home sleeping and snuggling my blanket but noooo, I am stuck in a cold office. Weekends never really seem such a big deal while working at Starbucks cos..I still work on weekends, and it’s more fun to work on weekends. One of the best thing in the world is to be able to do your own thing while everyone else is stuck in a cubicle. Evil I know but that’s ok cos I am one of the miserable cubicle (ok I don’t exactly work in a cubicle) working person now.

I seriously, seriously (x1000) need to find something else to blog about other then work.

Do you like Early Grey tea? I don’t.

I am hungry, but I am too tired to eat.

Much work awaits me tomorrow, yipeeee! :(

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.