I realise how utterly messy I am.

I just cleaned out my room before school started and now I've got a bunch of disorganised shelves and a "moat" beside my bed. Sprung up from the wells of laziness and benevolent neglect.

Let me waddle in my muck until I have the time to clean it up. "Hello procastination - my favourite friend" ~ JY


I realise I blog a lot when I'm stressed. Like now.

I love Mid Autumn festivals.

It's one of the rare romantic fests that have you sitting under the moonlight, sipping tea from microscopic tiny chinese tea cups (& stroke your beard - if you so have one).

Unglam shot of dad setting the tea table.

I am an ardent fan of snowskin green tea mooncakes but when I ran down to Bengawan Solo - Damn!! They were all out of it.

Dad, who just came back from China, inexplicably managed to cram no less than 5 million packets of mooncakes from god-knows-where. Mysterious, mysterious ....

Beijing Mooncake.

This Beijing mooncake has MEAT inside. And lots of sunflower seeds and nuts. And meat. Yes meat. Why meat was doing in there will remain an unfathomable enigma of oriental origins ... ...

Shanghai Mooncake.

Looking more like airplane cheesecake than anything else, this Shanghai mooncake tastes a lot - I say A LOT - like CNY pineapple tarts. I think there was candied melon bits inside. But WHOA, this is really pushing mooncake envelope quite a bit.

We also had green tea-citrus lotus paste mooncake and mooncakes shaped like nuclear explosion mushroom clouds. We brewed 3 types of tea. Chrysanthemum tea, Green tea and Rotten tea that we only realised after my dad checked the container. My brother drank half the pot. What a goner.

Tea. It may kill you.

Proceed to hang up lanterns.

It's fun to play with fire once in awhile. Younger sister gets handed the battery-powered one with music. Kidding.


Sparklers with noise. Yeahhh~~~

Since following the dearly departed (recently) Angry Paul Rand for the past 3 months: here are some immortal stuff he said that will live on... ...


♠ You kids keep worrying about what tools you should use for making design. You know what I used? A pencil, a dry martini and some balls.

♠ You kids should make design like you make love; passionately, attentively, and hopefully not by yourself with only a computer.

♠ Any idiot can learn Photoshop. That doesn’t make you a designer, it makes you an idiot who knows Photoshop.

And check out this last one....

♠ A portfolio website done entirely in Flash is the graphic design equivalent of a vuvuzela.

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Well, I outta!! ... Curse you, NYP mentors who had me slogging over dastardly Actionscript codes & worshipping FWA!! *Starts frothing in mouth*

Isn't he dead?

Apparently not.

Read Angry Paul Rand tweets here.

The crazy bugger lives on in twitter with a nutty raging vitriolic outlook on design.


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UPDATE 15 Sep

Read Angry Paul Rand tweets here.
Well, if this ain't mighty embarrassing!
Just two days after I've posted this stuff & poof! Angry Paul Rand deletes his account.

Why oh why oh why oh why????

Please come baaaaacckk!!!

I don't think there was ever a tale more morosely depressing and sad as Robin Hobb's Farseer hexalogy.

Every page is drenched in despair. Every chapter rushes headlong into inexorable heart ache. If sorrow could be condensed, this book will weep an ocean of loneliness.

But for the life of me, I cannot put this book down.
Can't tear my eyes from reading the ensuing anguish.
I must be addicted to reading misery.

And I suspect, (with the series's bestsellers title) a lot of us are.

I know some MRT stations strive to be all futuristic & sleek & shiny (check out Promenade station's gargantuan disco ball god-knows-what). And I'm not totally hating it.

But sometimes... just sometimes ... the minimalistic glossy chrome of Apple-ish-tic design can get just a wee bit stale. As if sleek curves & shiny grey is the epitome of defining what is intensely modern & eternally sophisticated.

Sometimes, I wish we could have busstops & mrt stations that looked more like this:







Utterly fantastic busstops from Soviet Russia. Photos by Polarinertia.

Please give me a Soviet busstop for my birthday please.