Jump!

“Philippe Halsman: Jump”: A 1955 photo of Audrey Hepburn in this exhibition at Laurence Miller Gallery. When you ask someone to jump, Halsman said, “the mask falls, so that the real person appears.” Whee!

To each and every one of you

I'm back at my hometown, having too much to eat. I think my mother secretly measures her achievements when she sees how content we are in pigging out the home-cooked meals every time we are home. We can't help it, they're delish! (Mantra via Le Love)

Martyr for my religion

"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -

I have shudder'd at it.

I shudder no more.

I could be martyr'd for my religion

Love is my religion

And I could die for that.

I could die for you."

John Keats

Every time I see this miniature Starbucks cold drinks tumbler swaying in the car, I can't help but feeling thirsty so I would playfully gnaw on the closest thing within reach: Azry's chubby hands. (P/s: What do you call people who are obsessed about making lists for everything?)

Bon anniversaire de mariage!

If you are wondering why we are not in any of our weekend photos, that’s because we are married, you see. You know it’s easy to distinguish a married couple & a dating couple - a dating couple couldn’t keep their hands off each other in front of everybody, comparing themselves to the swans, “Cayunk I’ll be the black one and you’ll be the white one OK, ‘cause it’s obvious I’m a lot darker than you and people are not happy with that but what do we care we are so in luv with each other *kisskiss*”, while a married couple, well, the wife would walk around the pavilion taking pictures and the husband was off playing billiard with a total stranger.

There he is, the reason why I breath, the love of my life.

Married life is so awesome, innit?

We interrupt this program to show how ridiculous(ly cute) we are

Sometimes when I take a look at our collections of photos, I am pleasantly horrified by the fact that we don’t have much of decent pictures of both of us. Now before you go around and thinking we have this fetish of taking pictures in the n00d or something, please get this – none, or either one of us would fail to keep our faces straight while taking photos. Noses wrinkled, tongues stuck out, eyes narrowed – it’s almost like if there’s a special heaven reserved for gorgeous people who couldn’t keep their faces straight in photos, we would be getting a special privilege with VVIP passes every single time.

Anyway, it’s our 3rd wedding anniversary today. Here’s a more pleasant, more suitable picture for the day from Max Wanger as well as to help you get through the shock you received pursuant to viewing the first photo.

And here’s hoping for many more wonderful years to come for both of us, Z&A! (as Joe Bauldoff puts it). I kind of like that, zed annay :D

If we were a boat, I think we would be this wacky

Love Love from julien berthier on Vimeo.

Think of all the rescue boats who were tricked into saving it and all they got was, “Oh hey what’s up? Just chillin’.” More awesome work from Julien Berthier via rebel:art.

A potential additional clutter on my desk (but nice concept still)

From Designboom that is often oozing with awesomeness: "Daily Stack is time management tool created by designers sebastian Rønde Thielke and Anders Højmose. The simple design allows users to help track their work flow by creating physical representations of their tasks. The design consists of a small base and a series of wood blocks that each have a different colour and shape. each colour represents a different task and the time interval is determined by the size of the block. the user stacks their tasks on the base, committing to them. The base contains electronics that communicate with a computer, tracking time and tasks in progress digitally. The user can even go back through their archive and look at previous stacks. The design helps the user better visualize their time, helping them make the most of it." (via the wicked - as in cool - swissmiss whose blog is turning 5. Yay!)

Daily Stack from Anders Højmose on Vimeo.

I love that the idea is so visual & creative, but here’s why Daily Stack won’t work for me (or people like me):

1. My table is cluttered enough already I couldn’t even find my stapler sometimes. Oh look, last week’s curry puff!
2. My cats are free to roam around the table while I’m working, so you can quite predict the outcome of the stack once they get their paws on it. Also, Yoda + any items small enough to be swallowed by a cat = OM NOM NOM.
3. I am a klutz with a terribly short attention span, so if I accidentally knock over the stack, I would have problems remembering how many hours I have allocated for the tasks, hence resulting in further panic attack.

Also if I may add, I have this sort of problem using time management software (I’ve tried TeuxDeux, tasks option in iCal and many others) and various other methods – including one of the time management systems in Stephen Covey’s 7 Habits technique. I would still return to the basic, the flexibility & the comfort of being able to strikethrough my tasks and rewrite the ones I haven’t performed on the next day’s list on a plain paper. I am such a traditionalist.

P/s: I also happen to own a Rolodex for business cards. I am so retro that way, punk.

Re: The blog post with the Batman illustration

Just when I thought I have been forgiven for failing to save or explaining the loss of her little brother, Yoda the cat had to go around the house rummaging things and mewing incessantly. It had been her third night today, usually by the end of the week they’d forget and go on with their lives. But every time death or loss happens in our feline family, this sort of aftermath effect would kill me the most.

I need my sleep.

Morning sugar rush

It’s 10 am on a Saturday morning, and here I am munching seaweed snack & last night's leftover donuts on my bed (once in a while frantically brushing the crumbs & the sugar away from the mattress) whilst my husband has gone to work, listening to Lea Salonga & Brad Kane’s We Could Be In Love, the song which used to describe how I viewed perfect love should be, before I grew up and reality smacked me on the face.

And oh, I have certain blouses of where I can’t wear my pushup bra because then I would have trouble buttoning them up. These twins, they grow up so fast (cue awww).

THERE I’VE SAID IT. (Photo from yuli.bow)

The reason I stopped watching Animal Planet

Last night we came home to find another one of our cats lying stiff in the back alley, falling prey to the stray dogs. An hour later, I watched with my very own eyes how SEVEN dogs, each one of them about the height of a few inches above my knee (I am 5”4’) broke into a neighbor’s lawn through a small opening in their fence, wrenched the door to the rabbits’ cage open and played toss with all his four rabbits. I was helpless, I could not find a courage to even move. Needless to say, all four rabbits were killed instantly. I am still blaming myself for not being able to save the poor bunnies.

I am still trying to find my funny, happy switch today. I hope Batman would be able to help. (Photo via I Am Your Canadian Boyfriend)

We are a train wreck

Most of the times people have no idea how we do it - driving each other mental every day (like he knows I'm overdosed on naproxen when I could not quit mumbling incoherently in English & I could instantly recognize his signature constipation face) and still be crazy retarded in love with each other after all these years. Yes, we are a train wreck - the Orient-Express kind. (First photo credit unknown. Please let me know if you do, please.)

Sorry, books

I owe an apology to the books I have bought but I haven’t gotten around to read just yet! They are sitting in a neat dusty stack next to my bed, waiting anxiously to be picked up, any one of them (at this point of time I can imagine them growing hands and flailing them profusely “Pick me! ME!”) – but every time I come home from such a long day I am already mentally & physically drained and all I wanted to do is to slump onto my bed and call it a day. Can we fast forward 64x to August please?

I am so sorry, my lovely books. I promise we will spend some time together some day. (photo from Reminder Series by Erin Hanson via swissmiss)

(P/s: This dude constructed an Iron Man suit, and here's a latest photo of David Cameron, the new Prime Minister of UK with his trusty deputy, Nick Clegg.)

Lovely lady lumps

via my latest online crush, i am your canadian boyfriend!

The thin line of privacy & being prepared for a hoard of idea killers

Yesterday morning I was corresponding through emails with a younger executive and caught her posting her personal blog URL in her work email signature. Now if you haven’t known me, I am this sort of person who keeps a somewhat uncompromising boundary between personal life & work – where the same applies to my personal blog, I don't scream it out loud at work, and if my coworkers happen to find it, then it's OK – and this practice of hers announcing her personal blog URL in her work email signature makes me somewhat uncomfortable. Have you ever thought with the invention of all this Facebook and Twitter and a whole string of other social media services out there, even LinkedIn, compromises the thin line of privacy between your life and your job?

But whatever floats her boat, eh.

Now this is something interesting that Azry & I had been talking for quite sometime – when you might think you have a killer idea, be prepared for idea killers. They might be your boss, your coworkers, even your friends, parents & siblings who’d go, “Oh I have thought of that before. What happens if this and that go wrong? What will you do?”

Just like how Richard Seymour explained in a series at Eastman Innovation Lab, “It didn’t really matter how good an idea was, if you didn’t prepare the receiver — person receiving the idea — it would bounce off. It’s what I call the violence of the new. “No, I can’t cope with that. I know I’ve asked with something new, but I can’t cope with that idea.” So preparing a runway for the idea, telling the story, setting it into context, became a very important part of it.” (via Bobulate, and the photo above is an idea of a suit Lady Gaga might like)

(P/s: Sometimes I love falling sick, I can stay in bed, read all day and find out about whole loads of new things. I think I’m getting cleverer if I fall sick a lot more often.)

Hey ladies

I bumped into Azah, lovely Azah of whom I haven’t seen much these days at the office café just now and she introduced me to her friends who apparently, well, read my blog. I always have this irrational fear of people who first knew me through my blog knowing how I actually look like in real life, like I don’t actually live up to their expectations once they know I don’t look as lively as my blog posts. It sent me shivers, the way it did when I found out other real friends read my blog. Like the time Delinn sneaked up behind me while I was writing a blog post & then she threatened, er, asked me for the URL. Like the time when my least favorite aunt tried to add me as a friend over in Facebook & every time we see her she was like, “Why didn’t you approve my friend request huh huh?” Less shivers it did though, than the time I found a receipt of a lingerie in Azry’s trousers (who says trousers nowadays?) pocket and I was about to bawl my head off and pack my things back to my mother’s when he presented me with a nicely wrapped box of, you guessed it, the said lingerie.

You get my point.

Anyway, hi Azah’s friends! I'm not implying anything if you have a look at the photo above, but if you do feel that sexy, then feel free to have it your way! Drop some comments if you don't mind, will you? (and now I have to behave) (photo from pinkwargasm)

Violently elemental yet beautiful. How can they share the same sentence?

Sean Stiegemeier took out his Canon 5D Mark II and created this timelapse video of Eyaf, er, Eyafyalakokluxklan.. ah forget of trying to type it out I'll just copy it here - Eyjafallajökull erupting, complete with the ethereal music sung by the lead singer of Sigur Ros (OMG). For best effect set to HD and then go full-screen. Turn it up. Come on, don't be shy. (via BBH Labs)

Iceland, Eyjafjallajökull - May 1st and 2nd, 2010 from Sean Stiegemeier on Vimeo.

P/s: Canon 5D Mark II. Undeniably the dreams of every photographers out there - expert, amateur, pseudo-expert, casual shooter, everyone. I just wept my knickers coming across a unit the other day. Ahh.

Text playlist

Frank Chimero writes:

“A lot of designers and creative folk that I know keep a morgue file, a folder of random elements that they find from old jobs that got killed, inspirational bits, torn images from magazines, and other scraps.

I do a bit of that myself, but I keep what I perceive to be a more valuable, important morgue file: one made of the best writing on the web I come across. I take this list and revisit and reread it every 4 to 8 weeks. You could almost consider it a playlist of text: it’s very select (I artificially limit it to 10-15 articles), I typically read them all in one sitting, and the order and pacing is very purposeful. Most revolve around what it’s like to be making things in 2010, and a lot of the people that I respect the most have pieces in it. It’s almost a pep talk in text form. I visit it when I’m down, when I’m lazy, when I’m feeling the inertia take over.”

While it’d be overboard to call myself either a designer or a creative, the truth is I myself keep a list of reading materials that I would re-read again and again. Most of them already reside in my Delicious bookmarks but some of them are so memorable I could almost pluck the titles out of my brain, put them in the search field and instantly got directed there. I’d be delighted to share some with you, four of the my memorable text playlist in no particular order:

1. Hugh Macleod’s How to Be Creative (download at ChangeThis)

Hugh Macleod is what I could call the modern polymath – he’s a branding consultant, an author as well as a cheeky cartoonist for gapingvoid ‘cartoons drawn on the back of business cards’. While other people’s ‘how to be creative’ have all those of those self-explanatory, stereotypical tips like ‘stay true to yourself’, ‘think out of the box’ (here’s a think: if everyone thinks out of the box, wouldn’t that make everyone less of nonconformists?) shit, Hugh’s ‘hows’ include: how an idea doesn’t have to big – it just has to be life-changing, everyone is born creative – it’s just how you make use of that creative cell of yours etc. Things when you think of it would make you go, “Well, how true is that? I can do that!”

2. Everything I Know About Design I Learn from the Sopranos

When it was still airing, The Sopranos was one of my favorite tv series. Having included design lessons, one of another things I have a soft spot for derived from the series, I keep coming back to the article; every single time resulting in astonishment of how true it all sounded. “Event planning, it’s gay isn’t it?”

3. Jason Rotecki’s Escape Adulthood (download at ChangeThis)

These are the things most of the stuffs in ‘How to be Creative’ lists should go, and even by then the convention of the categorization would still be wrong: Dream big, delight in little things, get curious, live passionately etc. I keep coming back to this article when I feel the world is collapsing down on me, that’s when I know all I had to do is to loosen up a bit and things would just go naturally from there.

4. How Neil French Got Into Advertising

Might have gotten a couple of my friends in ad industry’s sarong in a twist a little when it says in the article, “Anyone who is totally useless at everything else seems to go into advertising.” The original link couldn’t be found, so here was a post in my blog a couple of years ago.

There was one article in ihaveanidea about women & the glass ceiling that was built to keep them moving far ahead in creative industry, and how you know for some cases it wasn’t true, but I couldn’t find it in my links. Will let you know when I do.

Listening with honey

This is an excerpt of what Sage Warner, a student of Frank Chimero’s had to say about Beowulf:

What I remembered about Beowulf (I had no idea it was from a folklore, I only watched the movie) is that his bellows "I AM BEOWULF!" drowned the hell out of the hype of the cries in 300, "TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!" Unrelated, I know. More here. (via Bobulate)

The rationality of everyday

From I Wrote This For You:

"Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn." (Photo from plastic_sfoonss)

Gleefully addicted

Just like everyone else, I was too weak to escape the pandemic Glee fever taking over the globe and easily fell on the knees of the crooning high school students before anyone could put on their dancing shoes.

I had no idea how many times when, all stressed out, I am tempted to launch into an irreverent dance in the middle of a conference call, belting out, “You got me begging for an MC, yeah yeah, doctor why won’t you believe me, you got me begging for an MC…”

Anyway.

It doesn't matter where we are going, or even if we are not going anywhere, as long as I'm with you

One of those stupid movies that Azry & I love to watch is White Chicks with Shawn Wayans & Marlon Wayans. How about you? Photos via plastic_sfoonss.

"I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares."

The embed code does not work in Blogger (boo!) so here's a link.

Tagore, my dad & punching the hell out of a boy

When I was little, my family lived with our grandparents. One time the local library in the area was to be relocated and they were giving out old books and my father happened to pass by & brought home some of them - dusty, reeked of delightful musky scent, some infested with randomly-laced, holey artworks thanks to the cockroaches, of which I found to be one of the highest forms of excitement to me. One of the books, I don't know how it got there, was a compilation of Rabindranath Tagore's poems. It became one of my favorites. One quote from the book quickly stood out,

"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time, like dew on the tip of the leaf."

The Awesome Man (on right) & his sidekick, just as awesome

Although my dad never directly read the line out loud to me, I opted to believe that, somehow, the quote, the book, somehow found its way to me because he wanted to say it so but he did not know how. Just like any other parent he can be a little dictatorial sometimes, but he had always wanted me to live my life the way I wanted. After all, this was the man who, when I was about 9 & I was involved in a fight at school after somebody mocked his name (his name is Fauzi, and there was this kid who called me Zana binti Kuih Pau and I punched the hell out of the boy), gave me the very same advice:

"Next time aim for his nuts."

From now on, I knew my father is awesome.

Textbook geek

You must have been wondering what is up with the water bottle up there today.

The truth is, yesterday we finally managed to make time to watch Iron Man 2. I have heard a pretty mixed up reviews from everyone – some say it was awesome, some say it sucks, some had to carry along boxes of tissue to wipe their drool ogling over Iron Man’s latest suit and Scarlett Johansenn & Scarlett Johansenn’s spandex suit (I hate her & her gorgeous svelte frame)- although what is up with her expression in the movie? She looks like one of the robot chicks in the Terminator tv series – lost but still hot to boot.

Anyway.

Iron Man 2 was good in my opinion. I love Tony Stark’s attitude from the beginning – he is how I perceive who everyone wants to be – a superhero who could not wait to announce his superhero-ism to the world. He’s narcissistic, arrogant & self-absorbed all right, but that’s one part that makes him adorable and he knows he could flaunt his stuffs about. I wonder if it’s going to be any different if other than Robert Downey Jr. is playing Stark. Move over, Clark Kent, you are too good to be true. And a Mommy’s boy. You can’t even proclaim your love to Lana the Whiny Queen, and you lose her to Mr Baldy. Eh eh.

(back to topic)

The explosions are bearable by the way– spiced up with witty scripts, and being someone who is in love a combination of words & witticism, I really dig that. But the killer is – guess what? The props. Referring to the first paragraph, when boys drool over Scarlet Johanabas (Lisha are you guys related? Cool!) I am busy picking up my jaw over the design side of it (the GUI when Stark was Googling Natalie Rushman, the logo design for Stark Expo, etc.) as well as the props they use (including the Shepard Fairey knockoff Iron Man poster & the water bottle – yes, the one up there) – merely giving us a glimpse into how the future would look like, probably (since most of the technology is actually attainable today).

I was too busy leering at the gadgets I couldn’t keep track of all of them, so here’s an excerpt from Engadget.com, “When done right, a science fiction or fantasy film will leave audiences with a prescient glimpse into our actual gadget future. Remember the heady pre-iPhone, pre-Pureness days of 2002 when you first saw Minority Report? Staring silently, mouth agape, jonesing for a chance to partake in a multi-touch, transparent display future using nothing but gestures? Well now that Iron Man 2 has been released, we've got another chance to look into the high-tech crystal ball, this time envisioned by a team of artists at Perception who did the design, animation, and visual effects work that turned Tony Stark's transparent LG smartphone, touch-screen coffee table, and holographic lab environment into an on-screen reality. The group was compelled by director Jon Favreau and the team at Marvel Studios to keep the UI elements "legible and logical, while still appearing to be several generations beyond the typical user experience." No doubt, we do see influence from Emblaze's First Else navigation elements and limited color palette as well as Microsoft's InkSeine research at the heart of the doomed Courier UI. And if we're not mistaken, Stark's big ass computing table is almost certainly inspired by Microsoft Surface.”

I'm all totally geeked out! Would anybody like to attempt to build an Iron Man suit, by the way?

Happy superwomen's day!

Every year I'd conform myself to a Mothers' Day task - I'd mail my mother a handwritten short note along with a card even though I know she wouldn't read them much (I don't come from a hugging, discussing kind of family so any signs of showing affections are considered rare across the family). Those notes & cards however, would never fail to adorn her medium-sized fridge back at home, up to the point which sometimes causing envy of her friends who pay visits to our house because "our kids wouldn't write us heartfelt letters". This year, however, amidst all the hoopla I've been going through for the past few days, I realized I had forgotten Mothers' Day. I am such a lousy daughter, tsk.

Dad's side of the fridge - Mama's cards & notes occupy the front doors.

Anyway, happy mothers' day, mama. I don't often have something nice to say or do, like the time I yelled at you over the phone because you couldn't hear me and people around me thought I was such an ungrateful daughter, or the time when I was a teenager I said I didn't want to take medications but actually I wanted you to sit by my bed and play with my hair until I fell asleep, or when I was 8 or so I yelled at this old woman for calling you 'barren' because I was an only child, or like the time after high school graduations I hid the offer letter for the matriculations program I refused to attend because I didn't want to leave home yet - in summary, I'm sorry I did the things I did, but you know I love you with all my heart, and I couldn't ask for a better person as a mum. You rock! (P/s: I may never have what it takes to be a world leader someday, but here are world leaders & their mums.)

Typing in a pajamas

Well, it's the weekends - time to recuperate from all the hectic days if you get what I mean. I finally found the time to send my car for repair, and with the car gone for 4 days I managed to put up a little drama the night before, "This is a blasphemy for a wandering vagabond such as I! I am going to wake up screaming at nights!" only to receive a casual scoff from Azry who had to put up with my dramaqueenism since 2002 or so.

Anyway, I hope anybody who got to attend the Glee Flashmob KL are having loads of fun - I heard it was quite a blast! On another note, do you know if any of the creative agencies in Klang Valley are renting out their workspace for freelancers, much like swissmiss studio in NY does? Just asking, you know, in case. *fiddles with the corkscrew curls of mine*

Well, here's an idea for another flash mob - let's dump gallons of paint on the road and create an artwork shall we?

My guts just sent me a Morse code

Erica Heinz wrote:

Did you know that one half of all our nerve cells are located in the gut? You have as many neurotransmitters there as you do in your brain. Your gut produces 95% of the serotonin in your body, and can function even if it’s detached from the spinal cord. So listen up! If it’s churning, aching, or fluttering, it’s not just indigestion. It’s Morse code. (via swissmiss)

Oh wow. It kind of scares me of how often I kept stumbling into stuffs that I could relate to my life these days. (Photo from zseike)

I chose to be a beautiful mess

This morning I arrived to the office as early as 7 am, looked around the empty office pre-business hours and I couldn’t help wondering if I have made the right decision. Then I took a look at the stack of financial budget papers somehow forced down my throat, strewn about willy-nilly on my desk and the question flashed, “What I am doing with these stuffs?” and I knew I would never look back.

The other day I laid it all bare to a friend of whom I thought was so dear to my heart, only to be dismissed saying how I have made such a shallow, emotionally influenced decision. Here was coming from someone who had been in the industry for half of her waking lives – someone who had never been out & about exploring other areas. I don’t mean to judge, or implementing that she had no right to say what she said. I understand where she was coming from but I was hoping the least she could do is to respect my decision & be happy for me.

So I held her hands and said along the lines of, “I’m sorry I have to relook upon our friendship, because I didn’t get the memo about overlooking mutual respect. And here I was, my mind all made up, not looking for any advice at all, just to get it out of my system.” Now I’m sitting here pondering if I’ve said it too harsh to her face. I am so softhearted sometimes.

We are all a mess sometimes, but we can opt to be a beautiful mess. And if you decide not to, I hope you are happy I chose to be so. (Photo from behind the scenes of Creative Review's 30th anniversary cover)

I'm all right, but not quite.

Alright, But not quite by illustrator Luke Ferenc Pearson. Inspired by an Apples In Stereo song. (via HELLO BAULDOFF)

Sing in your own voice

Hugh Macleod wrote in How to be a Creative: "Picasso was a terrible colorist. Turner couldnʼt paint human beings worth a damn. Saul Steinbergʼs formal drafting skills were appalling. T.S. Eliot had a full-time day job. Henry Miller was a wildly uneven writer. Bob Dylan canʼt sing or play guitar. But that didnʼt stop them, right?"

P/s: I'm currently working in bed, perhaps a reminiscent of what I might be doing most starting August. On another note, I thought of going out & about to check out KL Design Week 2010, but the weather is too overwhelmingly hot. Maybe later in the evening. Phew. (Photo from Happiness in bed)

A 'doer' put a deposit on a workspace, bought a jigsaw & went to work

Yesterday I did the most unthinkable - something I should have been doing a long time ago. With that, I apologize in advance if the blog posts for the next few months are going to be brimming with stuffs I feel I could relate to myself. Stuffs like Kristen did, for example.

Before starting WINTERCHECK FACTORY, Kristen worked on a construction site in Tribeca managing a real estate development project. She dug the architecture, design and humongous machines but could pass on the loan requisitions, punch lists and filing. After about four years of this, she decided to embark on a new and independent venture. Two weeks later she put down a deposit on a workspace in Bushwick, bought a jigsaw and went to work. The name “WINTERCHECK” was used as an attempt to simplify her heavily consonated real last name, Wentrcek. Check out her gorgeous minimal desk called Paul and this ingenious scarf with pockets! I love how she told a story along with her 'inventions'. (via the ever wonderful swissmiss)

The road less traveled

Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

I believe, all in all, I am destined for great things (and also a Daddy's girl). Photo from Carlo Van de Roer.

How's your weekend?

There's this blog called How's Your Weekend where people can send pictures and a short story of what they did during their weekends (an encounter with an axed murderer sounds good too, Jennifer Love Hewitt) and I thought about sending mine except I haven't got anything much interesting going on in my life, maybe just perhaps a few findings, something like...

... finding out that only in the west & the States that pink represents feminity whilst it doesn't matter for the rest of the world, that perhaps it's fun getting cupcakes shot right in your face, it's possible to literally watch a storm brewing in your tea cup, and also it's both endearing and sad to find out that my two favorite men shared the same problem: the inability to enjoy their weekends to the fullest because work HAS to sneak its way in.

Maybe it's time for a long vacation out of here.

Woke up to such a view this morning

It kind of makes me wish I could leave everything behind.