shaot!

…it pours

There are always holes to fill, cavities to seal, abscesses to excavate, caves to explore.
And snowmen to build.

@lauren7five’s quote has moved me the most.

“I won’t turn my back on you Malaysia, I won’t say that this is the end. You still have my generation to count on.”

Ditto.

10552 km away from home,
3 minutes away from midnight,
1:54 minutes into Yuna,
Lesson 1 into my drumming endeavours,
9 minutes away from Dreamland,
2 days since I’ve been in 34º,
36 days til I transition through 36º again.

5 days away from being:
1/4 of a Century old.

Having been doing graphic design for so long (if you want to count in those years in secondary school where I designed school logos and shite, that would be about 9 years of experience!), it’s amazing how things evolve so quickly and get oudated just as quickly. And I think after doing it for so long, whilst I appreciate and understand how aesthetics and good design work, I forget how easy it is to make shite work too.

I think I have definitely done myself and done my industry wrong by thinking that it is easy to find expertise in the field. Because whilst there is truly an overflow of great work, there is an ever greater overflow of shit work! Amazing.

I have caught a cold because the weather’s been crazily extreme in the past week. So my nose has been slightly runny. In general I rarely remove my stud because it’s a bitch to put back in after taking it out for even like an hour or two. So here I was, rubbing my itchy nose a bit when *STAB*! I accidentally push my stud in a bit too far and it jabs my inner cartilage.

Thankfully only 0.2ml of human ink came out. Roar!

Because the person whose room I was supposed to take over…is not moving out anymore.

Gutted. Was really looking forward to it and it’s kinda disappointing when you’ve been planning your life around a place for almost three weeks.

Back to square negative one.

After being here for 2 whole years, as much as my heart will always be in KL, I am starting to love London a bit. London is a tough city to love at first glance on a cold winter’s day. But I do appreciate the fact that despite having many rainy days, they aren’t really the monsoon-banjir-type rain(s) that you get in KL, so you can still walk about under a cheap £5 umbrella (mine has glitter bits and is from Primark, gasp).

Never in a million (or twenty four) years did I ever think I would be able to work in a digital agency in the heart of London, conceptualizing and designing digital campaigns. Still hasn’t really really hit me yet, but truth is, I am so enjoying this ride, learning new things, meeting new places, discovering new territory.

Can’t think of a better way to spend my mid-20’s.
I am grateful.

*does some dusting*

Been a long time since I’ve shaoted; not sure what but the blogging trend seems to have gone now that everyone can just post anything everywhere. And it’s not just the handwritten diaries that are a lost art now…

Anyhows peeps. Going to be moving house (again!) and I’m going to be rather sad having to leave my contemporary-converted-church-loft-space-that-can-only-fit-half-a-monkey. But I’ll have great memories of it. The smog of everyone’s cooking wafting through my room. The sound of the television blasting at 12am. The sound of everybody else’s voice streaming through the stairs. The whispering through the night so as to not disturb anybody else. The very few guests that have been subjected to the low triangular ceiling and thus resulting in head injuries. My reluctance to go to the kitchen once I’ve settled into my room because it means I have to totter down 4 flights of stairs and asthmatically climb them again.

Yup, as negative as they are I must say that this house has a great character that I have managed to adapt to and make it a home for so long. I truly love this house and will be sad to move to a normal room with a door. Come to think of it, I think one of the reasons why I’m wanting a bigger room is so I can house guests. So I hope you people appreciate my sacrifice. (!!!) What a funny ending.