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Project Three: Do Not Tell My Boss.

Shh…this is between us. Nudge me if my boss’s coming. It kind of keeps me happy at work. Happiness is my company’s motto, anyway.

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Project Two: Privileges of 145 cm.

I’ve never want to be tall. This is the example of many reasons.

These are only bits of pros. Even I cannot reach for the bar on the bus. Cannot pick something on the top shelf at supermarket. Cannot see what’s in the deepest part of the freezer. Or do not notice what I want when it’s up over my eyesight. Even people always throw their elbow on my head accidentally (Ouch!). Even a lot of things happen, I do not complain.

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Project One: Care About What’s Worth.

I attended a class called ‘Happiness’ at my office. I know. I know. Not that everyone in the class was so desperate or felt life was cheating on them. The content of the subject based on the Happiness class from Harvard…or Oxford? Or Cambridge? However, I ended up with a little project of my own. Something to help me develop something. Something to help me accomplish a mission. Something to enlighten my mind. To help me feel good with myself, so to speak. And my mission, which should have started a few weeks ago, is 10 (actually 15, but…well) drawings of my new drawing style. Drawings of anything comes out of my mind. I’m not a professional illustrator, though.

This is the project one: Care About What’s Worth.

I made a new experiment with Copic markers (fantastic!) and water color. I’m bad at painting. I know it now. Is that the purpose of this project? No?

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I Need Some Time Off

Dear Work and Life (no, it isn’t in order of priority or importance or trouble),

How are you? I’m not good as you may see. No, you didn’t ask but thanks anyway. I need to tell you something.

I almost cannot bear it anymore. I. NEED. SOME. TIME. OFF!!


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Life Is What Happens To You

I was not born this way; being so dull. Personality comes with history.

It’s me at 1 year old, 6, 10, 13, 16, 18, and now, twenty-something.

Told you, I wasn’t born to be dull in the very early of life. I was born fine (though somehow the dolls in my family always got neck severe injuries) until life’s got me. I’ve stopped listening to people since about 18. Well, it’s the time you don’t listen, anyway. So no ears is reasonable enough. And apparently, I stopped physically growing up around junior high….boo.

It’s just life that happens to you.

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Mom and the Cat and the Cat Cat Cat

Last year, we had a visitor and this visitor became the permanent visitor.

We called her Meow or the Stupid Cat since she was really stupid. No one claimed responsibility or guardian  for her. It was not entirely unexpected because our house was the only one with no dogs and a lot of cats came for a shelter all the time. I’ve seen many generations of cats visiting to and fro at my house. Some of them stayed for a while and some of them stayed longer. But this particularly one was (and still is) the longest resident. She would never go anywhere. Sometimes she had gone for a day or two, but she was the ultimate homecoming. She expanded her territory and became dominant in the neighborhood. A few cat lovers stopped by and fed her at our front gate (again, she would not be going anywhere).

The right eye of the Stupid Cat seems to be badly functional. I don’t know if she can see through that eye. If so, it definitely doesn’t work well (maybe both eyes). The Stupid Cat never learn anything. Her learned behavior is obviously bad and doesn’t like other ordinary cats. Somehow she looks like having some mind problems. Good thing is she’s capable of cuteness sometimes. Fortunately! It’s the gift of every cat. If she can’t be cute, I don’t know why she was born to be a cat in the first place!

The bad thing is the Stupid Cat always has an issue with Mom.

Mom never declare herself as a pet lover. Let alone the fact that she is allergic to fur (me, too). The difference between she and I is that I never conceal my fondness for cats. It doesn’t mean I would be running and meowing with them. No. I respect every animal. But the Stupid Cat always makes many mistakes; ransack the place, keep getting into Mom’s way, keep meowing for attention, gnaw on every possible objects like a puppy, etc. But sometimes, Mom’s cat lover’s ability is cracked through her stone face. The conversation would be like this:

Mom: Feed your baby. Shut her up.

Me: What!? (Gosh! I’ve never been married! Let alone having a boyfriend!)

Mom: Your baby! There, it keeps moaning for hours.

Me: (Realizing whom she meant) Oh, she’s definitely not my baby although I kind of like her. Let’s see if we have something for her.

Mom: (Mumble) There is a can of Tuna in the fridge…

Me: Ok, that’d work… (Trying to hide my smile 😉 )

It’s always been like this with Mom and the Stupid Cat. Mom tried not to show any affection and the Stupid Cat kept showing its stupidity. Until…

We know which cat is their biological father, but like any male lions, the dad cat doesn’t even realize these kittens are his children and the mom cat has to protect them from him. At least, we know the Stupid Cat also contains cat instinct, anyway. The kittens, which we call the Meow Meow Meow or the Cat Cat Cat, have developed their personality in no time. Two of them are hissing all the time. One of them is hiding or running away every time someone comes close. The bravest girl is the grey back one…or she just inherits too many characteristics from the Stupid Cat. They cooperatively cause more commotion. I think Mom’s head is about to explode. But then, she cannot resist the temptation…

If you’re not used to kitten power yet, you should practice from now on. It’s very dangerous. No matter how mischievous they are, the kitten power usually turns on. Mom is one of their victims. She even gets the Stupid Cat more luxurious food. I guess it’s because she knows what mothers need to get through day and for their kids. Don’t get her wrong, she’s still hard on them, don’t want them to be spoiled. She was like that with us, too, as I recalled 😛 However, she never agreed when I wanted to buy some cat food until one day…

Ok, I just asked unexpectedly if she would like to buy some cat food when we passed the section. She surprised me by grabbing a big box of cat food. Big box. Not just cans or bags of a meal I usually bought. Wow, was that revolution day? She still (tried to) showed no affection until…

The next thing we know we might find ourselves get these kittens vaccines and a huge cat condo.

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Why Am I Not So Professional?

Professional I always want to be.

But what does ‘professional’ mean exactly?

Recently, I find myself not so professional. I mean in term of business. I’ve got my job, a professional career (it’s meant to be professional, not that I have to be, though). However, it’s not that professional in my definition. It’s more materialism, more objective. When it comes to professional, I think of business people; economics, medical field, politics, and every field which needs competent and liable appearance. These people will walk in the outside world with such self-assertive confidence which I never have. Sometimes they almost feel they’re condescending.

As I hadn’t studied in those fields (I didn’t regret it. OK, maybe just a little), I happen to think if that has influenced what I become today. Of course, it is. If I had studied Accounting like my mother and big sister, I would definitely not have learnt the art of being impecunious independence as I am today. Or if I had studied Law as my mother had hopefully suggested, I would have been more eloquent. Or if I had studied Engineering as peer general trend at the time, I would have known how to have my inconsiderate laptop work. However, there were reasons why I did not take those courses.

The first reason happened since I was the sixth grader.

Can you believe that these symbolic significance of numeral and unidentified alphanumeric codes are for sixth graders? They are only eleven. I was only eleven! I was busy trying to survive peer pressure and learn how to live than comprehend these numerical force. And as if that’s not enough, look at the answer, 2+1=3!? Great, I learnt that in kindergarten, using my fingers and toes and friends’ head. What the necessity of complicating things? No wonder why I hated mathematics and algebra and could not force myself to learn it in university.

Note: I used to be like this in Physics class in high school, except that the teacher wrote ‘R.I.P.’ back on the paper with a meekly huge red zero under it.

Another rationale was the most overwhelming. It happened when I was senior in high school.

Can you imagine ‘things’ which are able to silence all twenty of the most boisterous and hyperactive teenage girls (I was in private girls’ school)? It was when the school held a tour to a medical institute in order to let us see what a medical student has to learn and inspire us. The consequence was counterproductive, at least for me. I saw all the horror for a life time in one particular day. There were unborn children (and never been born, unfortunately) arranged in every week of ages for us to see the development. I decided to leave it to the mother in duty. There were also bodies which each had been exhibited all the muscle tissues, both smooth and skeletal, internal organs, bits of skeletons, blood vessels, arteries, every part of brain (cut into pieces to see what inside was), every part of heart (same as brain), and every core and detail of human organism. There were human bodies with diseases. There was even a body which was not a body, but the literally practical nerves in a body been meticulously peeled out and injected the colors to see all the threads thoroughly. It was as if every eye and brain and cell were intensely staring at you, as if thousands of tiny needles were prickling your nerves. I appreciated the painstaking detail, though.

And there were also other things at that institute.

I felt as if my remained childhood innocence had been cruelly harassed when we entered the ‘objects’ section. It was worse than looking at those soulless bodies and none-bodies. It was the pain of memories they represented. The pain of how inhuman human was capable of doing to each other. The pain of innocence such as the little boy who had hidden in a large jar when there was fire. The jar was there, carrying the memory of the boy. And there was the real serial killer’s body over eight or nine decades ago. He had been small. Even though his body shrank from the process of stuffing, I could see he had not been a big man. How could he chop people alive and eat their guts?

When I got out of the heartbreaking building to the world of the living, the unsettling reminiscence was still knocking in the back of my head. I saw people as the merely containers of souls and cells, cutting the right nerve or vessel in their brains and they were gone for good, once and for all. I have NEVER thought of learning to be a doctor again.

That’s so overwhelming. Although I liked Biology, I found the plants’ cells were much more lovable than human and animals’ organs. And although I did well in Chemistry and was the creme de la creme in my class, I hated it. So what’s left? Ahh, art and languages, my inner supports! After those tragic catastrophe, what would soothe me best except a good piece of literature or a gentle art work or even a tinkling music? It reminds us how beautiful people’s minds still are. It reminds us human is not slicing other people all the time. Still, art and those medical investigation relate somehow. I cannot help wondering that doctors might be good artists, considering they know all the detail of bodies like that 😛

However, if I chose another way of life or another more professional way, I would not be the person I am today. I might have learnt to be a successful person, even a billionaire, but not a happy person. A busy bee I might have been but I also might have ended up finding no peace and committing kind of suicide by relentlessly banging my head on the wall with mind-numbing boredom eventually. That’s not good for me and people around me, so I guess what comes out now is already the best solution; being obscure and frivolous, doing things of my own volition, staying low-profile and languid, facing psychological breakdown sometimes. Isn’t that good enough?

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Celebrate My Birthday with Dearly Dr. Martens!

It’s my birthday!! Hoorey!!

What!? I shouldn’t too celebrate it as it’s the reminder of my older age?

You may be right, but then, I’m still young, my official age still initials with the international standard numeral, 2, so I’m still YOUNG! Yes! Hoorey!!

Today is not my birthday, though. It’s four days ago. April 4th. My birthday had passed so monotonously and without any trace of a sunbeam coming out of clouds. It has rained a lot also. But it’s fine; I don’t mind raining. I love rain >_๐

However, I wanted to do something special for this annual occasion…although I was not quite sure what ‘special’ should be. Then, I realized that since my blog had contained only, that ‘special’ thing might be some real photos! But, again, what photos should be? I’m not a photographer or landscape expert or traveler. I don’t even have a professional, big lens camera which comes along with those complicated and delicate tools, only a Canon digital camera which is my sister’s and an iPhone. Therefore, there’s no choices left much. I decided to do something not requires too much expertise. I’m pretty into fashion; clothes, accessories, shoes – you name it. And I just happened to buy a new pair of boots, Dr. Martens, Cherry smooth color 1460, the classic one, and I really love it! Usually, I’m not into brands (thankfully as I don’t have so much money to waste on Prada or something), so my fashion is quite more like street style and very simple (the real one, you know, not like high brands trying to imitate ‘street style’). Anyway, this real photograph post is dedicated to my dearly DM 😀

This knit dress should be called knit top for other people, but when I’m wearing it, it incredibly transforms to be a dress.

This second style is one of my favorite. I like maxi dress, especially the jeans one! And I’m lucky enough to be able to find a long dress fits my unique size.

This is my most favorite. The beige blazer (I typed it wrong in the picture, sorry) with casual look combining with jeans shorts and cropped top. Well, not that I’m good at professional looks.

Vintage style! It could do some formal parties, not too formal, though. And I bought this dress at a very cheap price 🙂 I like its beige color and lace.

There, the most color in my closet, black. This chiffon see-through shirt with velvet collar makes a good casual look and get on with jeans shorts very well. And of course, it cannot be this good without DM boots!

That’s it. I don’t like wearing many objects so the style is very simple and normal. But normal is what we’re wearing in daily life. And I didn’t apply any accessories with these simple style too because I could not find ones (we’re renovating the house and have to pack everything into boxes). I’m sorry for the low quality of the pictures. I used only my iPhone and I was not that good with Photoshop things 😛

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How to get rid of your miserable week day.

On many social network sites, every Monday, there’s at least five people out of ten ‘speaking’ something about being on Monday. Something as ‘Gosh, MONDAY again!’, ‘F*ck the traffic!’, ‘Monday again? I swear it’s just passed!’, etc. And every Friday everyone will be freak out with ecstasy. The atmosphere will be changed into ‘Awwwww, FRIDAY!!!’, ‘Where’re you going tonight, babe!?’, ‘Let’s hang out!’, etc OMG. It seems that week day is tragically transformed into fangful, snarling monster ready to bite your head off with one snap. Well, it may be….

Anyway, I don’t want to be one of those people who piss out on Monday and embrace Friday. It would be so inconsolable because week day is the most part of your life. And if you’re just overwhelmed by the sense of aversion to it and feel as if you’re enduring the considerable time of your life, your lifetime will be definitely shorter and shorter. How could you survive to the next ten years with this misery? Therefore, I decide to decrease the gap of difference between week day and weekend by making my weekend to be like week day; suffering alike or more.

1. Surround myself with the most ignorant and dagger-eyed people in downtown with no place to really rest.

This way, you will feel exhausted, vulnerable, and melancholy that you almost scream out with relief when you get back to your dark and cold house. In this frantic downtown, people will rush to and fro around you all the time even though the languid sunlight are shining soothingly. And if you’re already worn out from being incessantly attacked by passersby, you have to look for a place to rest carefully. Of course, there’re coffee shop, restaurants, or even benches on the foot path. But if you’re not careful, you may find that a little cup of rich coffee you’re blowing costs your approximate daily wage. And if you’re not definitely careful, your bank account may be bit off a large chunk. My friends had gone to a lovely restaurant on some relaxing day and got out with a panic look and a bill cost nearly half of her salary… No relax at all that day. Then, the benches sounds good, but you sure don’t want to sit there so long with the ignorant but observant eyes of passersby. The places where you can really rest without any concern of looks and money are those international cholesterol and heart attack sellers; MacSomething and KenSomething – you name it.  But with the bunch of those little figures resembling the people outside with the tendency of more hectic personality?…… Well, make your choice…

2. Surround myself with unpredictable, moody, changeable like weather in tropical forest, and pessimistic family.

You will certainly not be able to concentrate on anything. They will not let any minute waste without complaint. There must be at least one thing that someone thinks it should be better or it shouldn’t be there. Also, someone must not be satisfied with at least one thing of what you’ve done. And believe me, that causes particularly stress-related mind problems. You will be overwhelmed by misery and strain that you may need to knock your head with the poor walls. It’s the cons of being with many family members but at least you’ll never feel lonely.

3. Surround myself with occasionally energetic people.

These people, such as your usually lethargic family, are not always energetic. But when they are, nothing can prevent them to do whatever comes across their minds at the time. They truly believe that such activity they’re going to do (and drag you to do, too) is helping freshen up your dark life, which may be true if they’re not taking it too serious and dragging me out of my warm and comfortable bed at an ungodly hour…without warning…

4. Renovate and redecorate your room so that you’ll not have any privacy and energy left.

It’s time to get things done. The rooms that need to be renovate five years ago. The point is that you need to do it All at once. Painting the walls of every bedrooms at once will safe a lot of time. And this way, you’ll have no room to dwell for a while. Many people will be walking in and out of your private room and see what you have possessed. No action blood-splattered films, no slightly pornographic Youtube, no sitting around without doing anything or the people walk by will give you a questioning frown. You also have to push, pull, and drag   furniture, changing the room’s atmosphere, and end up put everything back in their original positions because it’s the most versatility in the first instance. Then, you’ll have no energy left to do anything contentedly.

There, now, weekend is your shelter of real life no more. If you follow these simple processes, you’ll definitely embrace Monday. It’ll not be your purgatory and not give you a persecution complex anymore. Well, at least, when you come back to work, you’ll be able to make peace with yourself and you’ll thank everything to be there.

Such an attractively tranquil state!

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There’s this feeling once in a while.

Apart from being so small that people think I’m malnourished (sorry mom, I know you do your best), they also keep telling me to have my hair cut. Because face it, as I’ve just said, I’m small, and small figure does not get along with natural wavy, heavy long hair well. It makes me look smaller, shorter, and too down-to-earth…literally. I’ve almost never paid attention to my hair (and face) for about three or four years and it developed itself into this purgatorial state.

So recently, I decided to do something with it and ended up with this Korean Salon. And as its name gave the clue, the hairdresser was Korean, of course, then the first obstacle…

You have to take risk once in a while to freshen up and vividize your life. Anyway, I totally had no idea which hairstyle would do best on me, so I let her do whatever she thought it would help glamorize up my  lethargic look to be more impeccable…or at least, bearable.

My stubborn head cooperated with this commotion very well that I was surprised a little. And here it goes 🙂

And there has to be this feeling once in a while; it’s when you get out with the gratifying sense of confidence whether you actually are ravishing or not.

Note: The big dark circles are still there and the pimples reduce into little dark spots, but they’re left to be concerned in this satisfying state.

Let’s enjoy this very moment!

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