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.