“Do more of the things I like to do and fewer of the things I don’t like.” – Stephan Sagmeister some things are so simple that they need saying over and over again. with the brilliant (and hot) Eva Rucki from troika and lainie
us girls waiting for mr. a to try on some awesome pants. oh how the tables have turned. baby: ada orang dah 33! tokidoki tokidoki for onitsuka tiger <3
since i missed the sagmeister conference in august i’m elated to be going for kl design week’s MMC (Maximum Minimalism Conference) with lainie this sunday. woohoo!
so my ex-nemesis aka rockstar princess has a little bun in the oven (and i am actually genuinely happy for her), miss producer will be getting sliced open in 5 days, and the scuba-diving pole-dancing siao char boh will be popping (like ripe corn) some time next month. ’tis the season to reproduce. i like [...]
’tis a bit trite after the previous post, but *shrugs* loved the caption to bits. my friends are as brilliant as my expressions are cacat.
instead of earth day, i’ll have a little Remember Bhopal Day Week by myself. for those who have never heard of it, you aren’t to blame. somehow, media coverage of the chernobyl disaster 12 months later overshadowed the tragedy in the little town of bhopal. in 1984, a tank at the union carbide factory exploded, [...]
we were having a discussion of sorts about my french and a question (read: challenge) was posed: if you don’t swear for a whole day, will you die? which offshot to another debate about what constitutes as swearing; 4-letter words: fuck, dick (richard?), damn (i disagree, it’s a friendly admonition), shit (is a beautiful, natural [...]
earth hour. saturday, 28th march. 8:30pm wherever you are. i don’t buy into it. it’s a nice cause. a nice way to spread the word. but i hate the sheer yuppiness of it. so, you’ll make a concious effort to conserve energy for a whole hour out of 1 year. 365 days. what are you [...]
i have this paranoia about dying, alone, without anyone finding out. i worry my boss will think i’m on a skiving sabbatical; that my mom will think i left without cleaning my room; that my friends will think i’m the douche (pronounced “D-OOO-SH” not “D-OW-SH”) who skipped town. and embarassingly (geekily) enough, i worry about [...]
i am also an ex-girlfriend. but please don’t call me. i’m more than ok. i’m frackin’ awesome.