/* Editor is LUM MI-FERN --- My Grotesque Caricature*/




Sunday, July 26, 2009

Late Sunday

August 2009 is coming by, marks one year of working life in this big blue ocean. As a matter of having this middle-of-no-where feeling, life still goes on... and is all about spending money.. and cashing out at the end of the month for the high bills..


FOOD...

Chocolate Hazelnut Crunch

Ah well, the main course does not interest me much these days. Trying out weird sides and small stuff are the cravings.



Mango Pudding at Long Beach (dry ice decorated the bottom)

I for one, personally do not enjoy work lunch/dinner.. fully distressing trying to keep my table etiquette while performing work-related conversation.. in addition to all, keeping the non-locals interested on the table is quite an amount. In the end, I managed to surpass all distraught and eventually blend. One of the goodies the corporate world could offer, is nothing better than a free lunch. It was a challenge to balance between British, Germans, Japanese and Chinese. That's why Malaysian rocks! Taking a depth into, I wonder why there weren't any Singaporeans that night?


PLACES..



Heaven's Loft at 8th floor

It was a Sunday. It was the new opening of Orchard Central. It was a stroll after Ice Age 3. So why not? The live band at the mezzanine was jazzy and pretty cool.




The usual hangout - Crazy Elephant

Running around on Friday night, half drunk with Margarita Lime. I was tired oukay.


SHOPPING...


TopSHop/TOpMAn


The popular line-up at the new Louis Vuitton. No, there's no sales.


No, there's no sales in Swarovski either


How nice is Ion's toilet, that made me spend time to capture my preys

Yeah, all about ION ORCHARD now, it's the new fish in town. Shopping is about Singapore, Singapore has all about shopping...only... Maybe i should be grateful that this syndrome has grant me much immunity in retail procurement.. but sadly, i'm still far from "buying what's necessary".. hahaha.


TRAVEL


Booked a few flights home..which cost more than a bom

Thank you firefly for offering the 80-minute flight of Singapore-Ipoh. And thank you for closing your gates 30 minutes before time so that i have enough time to rush from Jurong or Aljunied all the way to Changi. Thank you also for the less affordable price in circumstance of the convenience weighed in.


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Talking about what realize those pictures above..and most of my time is spent on....


WORK


Happy Place after 6pm and those breaks in between



And some indulgence on..


MUSIC & LITERATURE

Lenka is pretty cool, she's Czech and Aussie mixed.
Still can't get enough of MJ's tunes too.
And radio is always the best choice for chinese songs, coz i duno which is which.

Reading the rusty old charm of Voltaire's Dictionary.


DREAM

Still the prime thing that i have always liked to do..be it snoozing or awake. I dream more than i can control myself from doing so..always drifting off too easily to be true.. and i hope dreams do come true. I believe it will someday... *floatz

My hopes are high at stakes. Is it truly the greener pasture? I believe so.. Let those staccati beat on.. Let's all hope and dream together ^_^

Gosh, it's 1 am and i'm still editing..gonna miss the 'taxi' tomorrow morning to work. Good night. Oyasuminasai. Gute nacht. Wan An.


P/S : It will not be a happy week as Malaysia's creative director, Yasmin Ahmad had just passed away. Days would gloom to mourn. I truly believe she had instilled a heart in each of us for all the work she did.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

It is those small spaces which kept real large stuff.  It is those times when hours turned into seconds. It was the girl who sat still and read about the world. It was the musician who played the glass clanking melodies. The cameo played on. The audience had their time. Life shall end, love shall live on. 

Monday, July 13, 2009

The Dance

Consciousness expresses itself through creation.
This world we live in is the dance of the creator.
Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on.
On many an occasion, when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred.
In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.
I become the stars and the moon.
I become the lover and the beloved.
I become the victor and the vanquished.
I become the master and the slave.
I become the singer and the song.
I become the knower and the known.
I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation.
The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy.
I keep on dancing— until there is only. . .the dance.


Michael Jackson 1992


Well, yeah.. i was one of the kids who got scared by Thriller, thought that the guy really got killed in Smooth Criminal, knew about racial issues through Black and White, started to realise the earth is dying at our hands on Earth Song and, felt that You Are Not Alone was annoying due to its repetitive lyrics. Nevertheless, the legend lives on.

**My first purchase at HMV -- Michael Jackson live in Bucharest 1992, The Dangerous Tour. WHOPPING AWESOME.

Monday, July 06, 2009

The rhythm of the rain is the sound of silence

I did not know the music stopped too soon to be thought of. I hesitated my waltz, and then, there was that. The dance was full of grace, a beautiful piece, the background notes as fragrant as the french pennies surging its summer blooms.. but it was unfinished, work undone.. As i watched his silhouette vanquished by the slamming doors, the notes still playing faintly behind..i just stared and did not wonder why. 


If rain only poured on ye summer blue
Though thou knew it nay come true
The winds will coo to thee
The willows shall shake to see
Thus, listen carefully