Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The magic of Imogen Heap.

I attended Imogen Heap's concert on Monday night and I was absolutely gobsmacked the entire evening. Just stunned speechless.

The whole set was very casual, her being her quirky self fluttering around the stage tinkling her instruments. She made music look effortless.



I know it sounds fuzzy but I'll try and get the video from my friend and upload that instead of the one I found on youtube


Imogen Heap - Speeding cars



There there baby it's just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up


Omg what's there not to love??


Sunday, March 21, 2010

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Lanvin 2010 is swoonsome.

I need shoes. Glorious, glorious shoes.

Lanvin Spring/Summer 2010.

I mean I only have a pair of feet and probably a gazillion pair of black heels so what's another pair, right?



Google and Lucasfilm, why do you not love me

There is a fair at the lobby of my office building, enticing young minds into the fascinating field of technology and one day, the next Google entrepreneurs.



(I love Google. Employ me!)

I saw that Lucas Animation is coming to give a talk tomorrow afternoon and instantly smiled jadedly at the glossy poster.

Not so many years ago (well a decade. JEBUS CHRIST. (!!!)) I wanted to do special effects so I went ahead to do a degree in computer engineering.


Of course I did not get into animation because to get my teensy weensy toe into the industry I need a portfolio. But to get a portfolio, I need to be in the animation industry.

Catch 22.

Google and Lucasfilm, why do you not love me?

So here I am, stuck in the office working 12 hour shifts on a Saturday performing preventive maintenance on servers. Switch on, install "updates" to "fix" bugs, restart.



FML.

So to all students with great aspirations, embrace your enthusiasm and the dream that you will enjoy your job because it is such a fulfilling experience.

Yeah, because a few years down the road when you finish uni, you'll realise that your dreams are so far away that you see Santa wrapping handmade gifts at the North Pole before you even see your dream coming true.

Or something like that.

Cheers to dreams and hopes!


Friday, March 19, 2010

My designer makes me look like I'm Michaelangelo.

I have moved into my new home and frankly it has been an adventure.

My new home is not ready, thanks to a very inept interior designer. Well, to call him an interior designer is a joke, because if he is one then I must be Frank Gehry. If he is a painter, I must be Michaelangelo.



You get the idea. I mean, besides getting dimensions of the stuff I want him to make, he didn't do ANYTHING.

I wanted slow closing drawers, so when I nudge the drawers to close it won't slam and make a ruckus.

He wouldn't go to Blum to buy the hardware because it was "difficult".


You walk in, you show them the dimensions and tell them what you want and voila! Drawers bought.

And then he told me I bought the wrong sized drawers even though I brought his drawings along with the dimensions. BUT BUUUUUUUUUT THEY ONLY COME IN 1 SIZE!

He wouldn't buy the electrical switches I want because errr... because.



And then he told me I bought the wrong switches ("Nono it's 2 gang 2 way not 2 gang 1 way") even though I brought HIS friggin' list to the electrical shop.

I wanted the insides of the drawers to have the same color as the outside, which meant they would have to laminate them.



"But none of my customers has done that! And the drawers have been installed so we can't take it apart and laminate them now."

WTF. I don't want to open up my beautiful sleek BLACK drawer just to be blinded by the cheap white non-laminate lining the inside. I wish I'd just covered my eyes and sign for these things at BoConcept instead of having them made.

And a week after we have moved in, they will be coming today to fix all my cupboards and mirrors and whatnot.

I take it with a giant boulder of salt that EVERYTHING will be finished today.

I have a good mind NOT to pay him till he's done with everything.


Dating and its perils - Disney edition.

This just cracks me up.



Read the article here.

I have always been amused by the messages in fairytales. Sure they are wonderful to watch and growing up, every girl wants to be a princess. But the risks they took, like running off to a foreign land without a voice to find a man who can't really recognise you will not end well.

Try telling that to young girls. "But Ariel found Eric and they lived happily ever after!!"

Did you watch Slumdog Millionaire? It's true. Kids who are kidnapped or lured away by predators will most probably end up as beggars in syndicates. Or worse.

Ok how did a funny article turn into such a grim warning? Eh? My power of incoherent writing returns!


Friday, March 05, 2010

If you think things can't get worse.

My life was boring, uneventful and repetitive. Some people find comfort in knowing everything will remain the same but I find it mind numbing. So I decided to change.

I had my hair curled.

I wanted soft waves and channel my inner Blair inclinations. Life would be fun and beautiful, just like hers. (I'm being dramatic because it helps to build expectation and hope.)



I will be happy with Serena's hair too.


But when I looked into the mirror this morning, I saw this.



My life is boring, uneventful and repetitive. And now I have fugly hair. FML!


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