A huge blister grew literally over an hour at my ankle area. Ok what’s that area, above the ball of your feet and ankle called? …I don’t feel very smart right now. Especially after reading Carissa’s blog. She has such great command in English, every blog entry is like reading a storybook.

Anyway, I joined Daytum. It’s super cute. Basically it’s just a site where you post whatever stats you wanna post. Go to the link and see for yourself. And it is beautifully designed too.

I just finished a book called ‘God is Dead’ by Ron Currie Jr. It’s one of the best books I ever read (yes, not that I read a whole lot of books). It’s a book about ideology and humans. The book is kind of made up of little stories that kind of connects. The ending of every story is just awe-inspiring, kind of leaves you hanging there. And what’s more, the cover has nice illustrations and the book has very nice layouts.

It’s only Tuesday.

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.