Yes NLB, You're doing it right.
Please keep these gorgeous giant banners as your permanent atrium tapestry design. You have my seal of approval.

Why is it that my dreams seem so absolutely mind-bogglingly exciting (to me) but when I try to tell them to others, everyone's eyes just glaze over?
Come, come! Let me tell you about this dream I had last night where I was mysteriously shampooing my hair in an elevator when snipers opened fire from gymnast bars floating above!! Ahahahaha.
*Looks around to snores of approval*

Recently, I learnt from a colleague that she doesn't dream in images. Just feelings. And some people dream in black & white while others in full HD colour complete with Michael Bay explosions and an ochestral soundtrack in the background. That's simply amazing! I wonder if there are any other forms of dreams out there? Like people whoes dreams are only made up of lego & sausages. Or dreams that look perfectly normals save that everything is in reversed and running away from a terrible monster looks like you're getting sucked into Shrek's mouth, except Shrek is furiously backpeddling into his swamp.


Swamp. Yes, swamps. I'm swamped with work recently and would very much like to have a break of Kitkats and baby sloth videos.

The third most amazing thing in my life is realising how I have not yet disintegrated into a pile of my own incompetence.

I've never lost my wallet ever ever ever before. Until today. If anyone sees a slightly depressed looking wallet lying in the grass with bits of her orange shell peeling off revealing cheap plastic interior - Please offer her a tissue. Ask her some questions: How's her day been? How's the weather? Fine? What's her favourite colour? How does money smell and whether or not she gets bored seeing the inside of a dirty pocket all day long. But most of all, ask her this: If she had wings, or really, any manner of appendages for travel and freedom - would she still return to me?

This makes me wonder... I can't be the only socially awkward person out there. There should be more. There must be more.
Come on by, come on by. All you people who can't live well-adjusted, intellectual lives. Yes, you there with your crooked mask! Take it off. Take off the awkward smiling mask you wear on your face all day long, don't you get hot underneath? Oh, I see. You can't take off your mask without tearing off your skin too? Well, me neither. So let's just sit here with masks in our hands and flesh hanging off our chins. We'll look at each other and smile, smile smile that awkward smile we give to others all day long - but at least now we can see each other's skull beneath.

“The best use of life is love. The best expression of love is time. The best time to love is now.” ― Rick Warren

I am on a Tutu kueh eating spree now. I can't stop eating these little pieces of white goodness. Why? WHY? Why does steamed rice flour taste so good?? I don't even need to have the ones with fillings. Just eating plain Tutu kueh's are enough to make me a happy penguin.

Duan Pandan has the best Tutu kuehs.

Image from Wikipedia. I ate mine too fast to take any myself.

Each time I go to NEX or J8, I'll have to buy at least 10 pieces.
Watching Tutu keuhs being made has that same hypnotizing effect as watching Ramly burgers get made. At one moment, they're just a pile of ingredients - in the next second, POOF! TUTU KUEHS AREADY!