this is my ukulele class! different generations of people from different woks of life,
coming together for the similar passion.
Amazing.
And my teacher is one interesting man, at age 65, standing strong, playing every song, electric guitar, he jams and he is one hearty fella.

i'd cause i am.

it has been months since i woke up
in the early morning everyday
where the time is fixed and the alarm rings
and i'd start to be on my way
i looked upon the faces of those who probably are going to work
their faces, some fresh, some half asleep
some sullen, some pleasant, some who cant be bothered
most of them seems to be catching up with age
Age refines and defines
i then realised how we all started seening work as
weariness dwells, but we all have to overcome
another day of hell.

i'd sit at the back of the bus, and watch the world go by
the bus moves, and i'd watch the pavements.
of different people and their statuses
and me in my own direction
i'd plug in to my earphones and let my heart arise with the song
wondering if that will ever be the voice
that could clearly illustrates mine.
i'd stare out of the window again
and be lost in my own thoughts
of people ive missed, and life how it all seemed
of friends ive lost, and letting chances slipped by
of dreams that were let go off, and ideals that were struck
of my own stubborness that made me fall
only to be strengthened by God and more

all in all , was my only thought
that all i am, is a tiny pea in a pod.

Something else.

Im not going to whine about how work has been lately.

Perhaps, you have gotten enough of it, like i had.
Had a talk with my taiwanese colleague over lunch, and her encouragement motivated me a little to take this challenge on.


Celebrated weebee's 20th birthday yesterday night over a cuppa tea after work.

TWG, Ion Orchard, delectable variety of tea leaves, there were hundreds of them to choose from, we were spoilt for choice.
Warm service, Beautiful golden teapots, delicate dining ware, delicious looking pastries, petite gorgeous cakes, and of course we settled for the ever so lovely macarons.
And a teapot each of " Lemon Bush Tea".

She had a sweet tooth.
And the tea complements well with the macarons.

Tried 5 different flavours, Napoleon Tea and Caramel, Earl Grey and Chocolate, Grand Wedding, Rose something and another one that i cant remember.

The place definitely burnt a hole in our pockets but heck, its her birthday anyway, and how often do we actually have the chance to sit in, talk about life and being dream chasers, complain about work and contemplation.

We did a fair share of talking, and listening.
Though it was just the 2nd day of the week, its still a good one to start off with, i guess.

Happy Birthday again pudding!

Alright, i seriously got to find time to catch up with my other buds. I have been so self centered i make no effort to do so.
Weekends, do i even have one?

Work on Tuesday was.

a struggle.
Yawned a million times.
Awaiting dismissal.
Tea.
Sugar Rush.
The canteen sold childhood treats.

I absoutely disdain.

I hate it when,
everyone around me is hard at work while im left there with absolutely nothing else to do.

I disdain it when,
the other designers are entrusted with new projects and graphic design,
while im given the minor editing and more CAD drawings to deal with.

In the end, what is the point of me applying for a position as Graphic Designer?
Sad to say, up till this point, i don't feel the least bit of satisfaction when im done with something.
as compared to school and fyp, this is seriously killing me.

I will rather.

Will rather make and serve coffee right now.
than to be sitting down and staring at the computer screen for 9 hours.

I've been fidgeting in my seat for the past 5 hours.
man, how much i miss CSC spinelli!
and my dear coffee buds.

at the very least, it was all up and going o'er there.

just, where is it?

I dislike it when im still treated like an intern instead of one of the designers there.
Aren't I working already?
3 months, where is the exposure? where is the experience?

Im tired of seening my fellow colleagues slogging hard when i've got nothing to do, and there is nothing i can do to help when you don't need my help at all.

I cant even render a least bit of help, designers have long worked independently.
And when a pile of workload comes, i'll be left to finish up where you have left off and to edit after edit.

You are paying me.
to work my best, and not to be seen here blogging my best.

the coffee has turned cold,
yet im still seated here, staring at this empty space.
in front of me, i reached out,
hardly touching these four walls.
im still stubborn,
and i wouldn't move.
not till i break these four walls.

cut some slack.

When work gets either too rough or too slackened,
we just need a design magazine, oat biscuits, tea, and good music.

And,
If you are reading this,
im sorry i have been so insensitive,being busy wasn't what i intended.
I love you,
you are my best friend and i wouldnt trade anything else for you.
Though we do not meet as often as best friends would, we are still remembered.

i am who i am, with or without you.

she may hide from time to time,
but she never leaves.
don’t think you can scare her
away completely.
she hides with fists clenched,
waiting
for the cue furiously attack you.
her defenses so entrenched,
you’ll be down before your canonfires.
and silly, self-righteousyou.
you probably think this
is about you, but it’s not.
no, she forgot about you
in her swim to shore.
kicked you back
with the waves, left you to drown.
she doesn’t drag along foolish clowns.

- Samantha Johnson's

Good luck, now i could surrender and be even more assured of myself now.
We all have to move on, don't we?

I was here, has always been.

You will notice me
I'll be leavin' my mark,
like initials carved in an old oak tree
you wait and see

maybe I'll write like Twain wrote
maybe I'll paint like Van Gough,
cure the common cold i don't know
but I'm ready to start cuz i know in my heart

I wanna do something that matters
say something different
something that sets the whole world on it's ear
i wanna do somethin better,
with the time i've been given
and i wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life
and leave nothin less that something that says i was here

I will prove you wrong
if you think im all talk, your in for a shock
cuz this streams too strong,
and before too long

maybe i'll compose symphonies
maybe i'll fight for world peace
cuz i know it's my destiny to to leave more that a trace of myself in this place.

I wanna do something that matters
say something different
something that sets the whole world on it's ear
i wanna do somethin better,
with the time i've been given
and i wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life
and leave nothin less that something that says i was here

sharing another.

in bloom

i live with your secrets in my ears,
they leak to my throat and quench all my fears.
that in years i’ll self-destruct,
left with a mess of exploded heart in my hands.
you let me believe in the light i can’t see,
i promise to always keep you close to me.

- Samantha Johnson

Another beautiful post by Samantha.

In memory of.

I lost yet another friend again.

My dearest ipod, it has stuck with me for 2 years, through happiness and trials, through cries and laughter, it was gone, like the wind.
My memory is failing me, I couldnt even remember where i misplaced it, could it be in school? the toilet? the walkway? or it was pickpocketed?

So unsure, and all i could blame was not keeping watch over it properly.
Sorry sis, for disappointing you, you've been using it so often now and were best friends with it like i did, and it just had to happen.

I remember buying this with my spinelli's pay, excitedly walking from China Sq all the way to Funan Centre after work just to get it, choosing purple as not many people had it, dragging my entire itunes library into this first mp3 i ever treasured, and i thought it was the best gift i ever pampered myself with.

Now its gone, all gone.
Not just a gadget, its still a companion.

Dear ipod,
wherever you are, i hope you will remember the best friend you had.

Will you still have faith in me then?

Momma, i love you.

Alright, the title of this post is indeed very cheesy but i cant help it. Its mother's day and I've just got to declare my undying love for my very noble mum.

She is the greatest woman to have stepped into my life,
brought me up to a fine young lady as i am, moulded my nimble hands and feet, and showered me with everything i need.
God has gave each and every child a precious gift, an earthly mother to make us complete.
Im so thankful for her. So on this very fateful day, i gratefully acknowledge your beautiful existence.
Not that i do not on any other day, but its special this time. We celebrate it.

It has been a hectic week, work work work, OT OT OT.
But well, the thing is ive just got to embrace it, keep it steady for 3 months and things will get better, or at least i hope.

Anyway it was a well, good sunday.
Not so productive though, i started to help design NYP Open's banner only at like 11pm and ended up sleeping at 3am, with distractions in between. the banner file is now 1.41GB, wow awesomely true.

But as a whole, i had a good service, it always is, every week! Just that today i was greatly exalted in front of the Lord, 40 days of faith (group leader training) was something i'd say a challenge, but im looking foward to it as well.

Fellowship, Praise and worship, and did i mentioned Desperation Band is as good as Hillsong's?
love their compositions and yes the guitar was off the hook, hmm Ramen for dinner, and stumbled upon this pretty tasty snack:

and well that is it then for Sunday!

im blogging this in the office and am breaking boundaries, but heck it, its still lunch break.

the ukulele

3 short lessons from the 22nd with aunt!
Cant wait:]

daily work.

this is how we work.

a long table, about 7 of us seated opposite each other with our own space to work at.

Interesting much?

No cubicles, No dividers, just faces and familiarity.

No walkies talkies, no telephones, just voices and laughter.

I kind of like the way designers and whoever is in the room now works.

Behind those barricades, we work together.

And yes ive got absolutely nothing to do and could probably do a drawing a day.

I believe you are more than enough for me.

Because, its all i need.

another beautiful post by Samantha Johnson:

the hummingbird hovers above the window sill
while you sway in your rocking chair.
i’ve made you tea with extra tender, love, care,
and honey—just the way you like,
with some brownie bites on the side.
i place it in your lap and sit at your feet.
you stop rocking and my arms coil
around your calf. my head takes a rest.
it’s almost summer and the sun is heatingup,
like our souls, in the mix of wonderand worry.
we bury the mess and show our smiles,
content for a while.