Life's About

Life isn't about money.
It's not the colour of your hair.
It doesn't matter what you wear.
It's not about matching shoes to pants.
Not about the varnish on your nails.
Not about your occupation, reputation, your position.

It's about you. It's passion, honesty, trust.
It's how you love yourself and how you share your love.
It's the beauty in beautiful things, and also the beauty in ugly ones.
It's time you spent not regretting, yet not forgetting the things you do - words you said - places you've been.

It's about now. Life's about this - and this is life.

Imagine Wild

Well, well, well.

Right after I thought of writing this short entry, I went and did myself a little googling on the topic.

Looks like it's true.
A sleepy brain thinks more creatively.

It seems when you get sleepy, you get more insightful. Your mind stops minding you thinking nonsense.

I don't quite mind this state I'm in now. It's rather enjoyable. Happiness comes easily. Just by closing my eyes I derive much comfort and feel so relaxed. Satisfying a sleepy me by shutting my lids actually feels pleasurable. Got no place for work stress in this brain fog.

Writing seems easy too I don't feel like I'm not getting the usual writers' block as I begin the entry. I'm not saying the quality of writing is better - perhaps I'll judge my own literature on another day.

They say getting tipsy brings on the same effect. It's no wonder people enjoy drinking when they are bogged with problems. Those guys are geniuses!

Just as I'm writing this I've got another 2 product ideas edging their way into my brain. Nice. I'm going to get them sketched and documented down into my sketch book. (It's a book that's actually named 'Sketch'!)

Well if the book insists, I shall obey...

<3

The Bluez

Some days I think I lose myself. 
My esteem runs really low and I keep feeling inadequate.

I think I've got the bluez.

I know I have the power to change myself. To change the way I doubt myself. The only way to deal with this emotion, as quoted by Pushy (most likely stolen from an old movie) is to Follow Your Heart.

When the mind, the body, and the heart are all aligned, then happiness will ensue.

This emo-potato will go and sleep off the bluez now.

❤

Air tickets booked!

There's nothing quite so exciting as planning for a long holiday. Especially for one with the entire family.

Expect drama, but what's a family without some drama?

Ooh boy, ain't it exciting.

<3

Cosy December Dreams..

December will be magic again.
It's time to update my ringtone with that evergreen by Kate Bush. I would be quite surprised if I met someone else having the same ringtone.

Have had some minor shuffles in my work environment and I'm having mixed feelings. Yet I'm hopeful that I'd get what I want in this new space!

Feeling hopeful, I've gathered motivation to get back in line with my fitness routine.  If only I hadn't busted my ankle from the over-zealousness. I'm thinking I should get it checked, together with my ever aching intercostal muscle, and that sharp pain in my molar.

It's time to give myself a little bit more attention and R&R.

Have a good December dream my cyber folks.

❤

Once Upon a.. Getting my Brain Fried

"There is good in you. I can see it."

"Rumpelstiltskin!"

"I will get my son. And I will have vengeance."

I think I have been getting an overdose of Once Upon A Time.

So sleepy.. yet so addicted.

And I'll sleep happily ever after this brog entry for the next 7 hours.

♥

New Year is Coming...

Egad.

Just 2 months to go!

Pulse check.
In this year.. Have you been Naughty or Nice?
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Cheesecake had a Bad Day

"Alone I face this world of dangers. 
No one to trust, every face a stranger's.

The demon who hovers above wants me for his meal. 
I attempt escape and subsequently keel.

Now at the edge of my world I have arrived to meet. 
The Great Baker in the sky I will eventually greet."

-- Last words from Cheesecake, left sitting exposed to Jimmy Johnny the Fly.
♥

Achievement.. (cough) Unlocked!

"The pain in Sprain stays mainly in the strain."

Ow I think I sprained my rib from all that incessant coughing.
Cooties.. They're still here!

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I've Got The Cooties

I had cooties and I didn't even know it..
But now I do. Sigh.

An itchy cough, a sore throat, a stuffed up nostril, an achy shoulder and tonnes of phhhhlegm. Not sure why but I think my phlegm tastes like flesh from a durian fruit. Did I disgust you? Sorry. But it does...

I share a room and my roomie swears by air-conditioning. For me in my current state, air-con is a torture. My other nostril gets dried out and hurts. My throat gets irritated with the cold, dry air and itches and then I cough. And my throat gets more injured and more itchy and I cough more. On days like this, I really wish I had my own room.

The environment's not letting me have it easy too. The #Sghaze is back. Smoke-filled air floating across the Singapore Strait shared by our kind neighbours in Sumatra.

My cooties' back. And this time with powerful friends. All ready to kick my ass.

♥

A fulfilling weekend

A fulfilling weekend.
Worked through cough and cold. 
Persistence paid off. 
New creations, affirmations.
Rested, recovered.
It was fun, fun, fun. =)

Loving Life.
♥

Home is a Good Feeling

My humble home, my shabby abode.
I sometimes feel overwhelmed with your cluttered spaces. 
It doesn't deter me from returning to you.
I love you and the neighbourhood which you sit in.
Every family around here seems to purposefully placed.
So comfortably living and making a living.
Enjoying the park and public facilities.
I feel relaxed when I see you.
You hold all my good and bad memories.
I am protected when I live and breathe within you.
It is here that my favourite people congregate at the end of every harsh day,
Every delightful day, and every uneventful day.
In here I rest and recover, grow up and learn to be me.
I am thankful for this home.
My humble home, I will always cherish you.
I wish you will always be here for me.

♥ 

The Defiant Night Guy

Jerry's got THAT right.

The defiant Night guy over here is really exhausted right now, but is refusing to give up on scanning the last 2 pages of Poppadum's crafty posters. Night guy has been Poppadum's secretary over the last 3 days, digitizing all his artwork from hardcopies. 

How does Poppadum churn out these masterpieces at such a super-human pace?
...........Is what Night guy needs to know.

Now there are just 2 sheets to go... And the rebellious dual purpose HP scanner decided to go on strike so Night guy had to go reset it. Night guy is scanning the pages of artwork in high resos and therefore it takes gazillion minutes to do a single scanned sheet.

Night guy is a little cranky right now... Morning guy is SCREWED by Night guy.. Once again.

♥

Today's a Blue, Blue Day

Today's a blue, blue day.
It's not PMS. It's something else.
This blue-ness I'm experiencing - is really something else.

It's days like today that I get pensive and wonder if I am at fault, or the world is at fault.
Usually the next day I'll snap out of it and realise no one is at fault, and that we are just different. It takes all sorts to make a world.

It's days like this that I extensively doubt my intelligence and capabilities. Perhaps I'm not as smart as I thought? And the next day I'd flip it around and observe the opportunities that are reaching out to me that I can use to learn and improve myself.

It's days like this that I feel my esteem is scraping the ground. And then I would realise thereafter that I have come along quite accomplished in life and should be proud of who I have become.

Gosh but today.. is just blue.
Maybe if I rest my head early I could quickly switch on the good aura?

♥

Achievement Unlocked.

HDB Flat - Balloted!

*cue jolly trumpet tune*

And now, we wait for the ballot box results.

= Happy little things, little things to keep me happy. =

♥

Pardon the Pun, Blame Me Instead

Those who are acquainted with me know I enjoy talking in puns, as much as I can and whenever I can. Not exactly sure when was it that I picked up this habit - perhaps during my teenage years. I don't necessarily think my puns are funny (sometimes I insist they are), but I simply enjoy this manner of speech. 

Smile!

I have fun saying puns. Fun with Puns!

I like to say them, and wait for a reaction. If none observed, then I will go away and continue whatever I was doing. Occasionally when I get a reaction, I get really entertained. And that's like good-mood fuel to keep me going for another couple of hours.

I do note some of my intended audience do not enjoy being told puns. Maybe they've too much going on in their mind. Maybe they're not used to puns. Or maybe, I'm just too darn lame?

Well my apologies that my puns aint't funny. 

I'm no wise-guy.

= Happy little things, little things to keep me happy. =

♥

It was a regular Thursday.

Quite surprisingly, I'm devoid of topics of which I'm passionate to write about tonight. I do have a few half written entries saved as draft posts and another few ideas rolling about in my head, but they take no priority tonight.

Also, nothing much to write about from work today, but I did get the chance to have a surprise chat with someone whom I never thought I would be able to make a decent conversation with. There's nothing wrong with the person, just that we have so different characters I didn't think a conversation could have happened.

All in all I worked hard today and made the most of my office hours and rather enjoyed the feeling. It's always good to feel a sense of purpose in doing what you do. 

Now before I doze off and visit lalaland, here's a new tongue-in-cheek song from Mika which entertained me tonight.



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Paws-to-Ponder: I Love Writing. I Love You!

Maybe you've noticed I'm suddenly active on my brog again.

Well, I'm trying once again to write a little more frequently than over the past 2 years so it's like me keeping a tiny little diary stashed in a tiny little corner of this ginormous cyber world.

(Side-tracking: Doesn't 'cyber' sound passe? Sounds old to me. Do folks now use the word 'virtual' instead?)

Plus, writing is a really good habit. Its therapeutic and allows me to take a step back from doing my life and live it instead. I think about what I've learnt today. Everyone learns new stuff everyday, just that when we get too absorbed with doing life we don't realise what we've learnt and what the reason was that today was important. Through contemplating about content to write, I figured what was most important to me today and prioritised that to present to you. And this is why I think writing is so valuable.

During the contemplation phase I was, of course, rummaging through my drawer of old brog posts to weigh which topics are important to me. Here I noticed something interesting that Google did with Blogger. It wasn't a new feature I bet, but before I just didn't bother to look. 

I found it very informative that Blogger is now tracking for me which of my posts are better reads than the rest, and the number of you guys that found your way to each of my posts either through a search engine, or other avenues. (Maybe I DO have fans after all!) And now I know you guys are most interested in my Browhaus Brow Resurrection review and Doraemon.

Lady Rainicorn thanks you. And so do I!

I've managed to dupe you into becoming my site traffic. Though I maintain that I write mainly for myself, it's always good to have you come round to visit! Stay as long as you like, make yourself feel at cyber-home.

So long as I don't become senile and lose my entire vault of vocabulary (pretty small vault to begin with), I will write!

♥

The Boring Ang Bao Box

Goodness gracious me, my brog entries are so boring!

And so are the DIY ang bao box ideas we have online!

These are, of course, really irrelevant topics. But we can still draw some far-flung association on the two topics - they are both boring really boring subjects and no one cares!

Just because its DIY doesn't mean its Special. The world could do with one or two less ang bao boxes bearing resemblance to tiered wedding cakes. God, they are boring!

With designs on the internet being so dry...... it's making me thirsty.

But not like I can help it, I'm outta fresh ideas too! 

Oh the Uninspiration. Oh what's a Poser to do...?

♥

Underwater Magic

I had a ball of a time today. Pushy fed me well, tookme out, and put on the Les Miserables soundtrack for me during the car ride.

I went to an old aquarium with Pushy today. Underwater World was very nostalgic. Being a late 20th century kid in Singapore I grew up knowing Underwater World as Singapore's first oceanarium launched in 1991. I prefer to call it aquarium, which sounds like an easier word to me.

The place seemed much larger when I was a kid. I seemed to be able to spend my entire day there looking at the displays. Now being much bigger I managed to cover all displays within 2 hours. I remember participating in a drawing competition organised by the aquarium during those years. I spent hours poring over my drawing pad but didn't win anything.

Aquariums fascinate me. Having the fishies swimming in their displays made them seem like they were suspended in mid-air, like in flight. I am intrigued by all the shapes and colours, the physique and physics of how they feed and survive. Fascinating.

Poppadum said that the item most worthy to watch was the dolphin show at Dolphin Lagoon. A ticket to Underwater World includes entry to Dolphin Lagoon for the 3pm, 4pm and 5pm daily dolphin shows. He was spot on. I became a little girl when I saw the pink dolphins and seals swirling about and doing tricks. The enthusiastic seals reminded me of excited canines. Much adorable, these creatures!

Nonetheless there are some other really cool stuff to play and watch. The petting reef gives you access to touch and hold little stingrays, sharks and starfish, and you can also buy fish feed to have the opportunity to hand feed these little creatures. The mystical and magical tank although had a tacky name, was very awesome to play with because there is an opening to the tank through which you can stick your hand in to feed the fish. The physics is Faschinate.

Going to the Underwater World on a weekend meant it had to be overflowing with tourists. Having Singapore weather meant they would be sweaty and smelly from exploring the Sentosa island. But I proudly say I enjoyed myself very much despite the crowds and B.O.s. And I liked it better than S.E.A. on the other side of the island.

love.