(via lishechen)
is in DIRE need of Kozui. I hope these matcha samplers aren’t that expensive though. If they are, I’ll scout the whole of Binondo until I get my needed fill. Oh, Tomas Morato, why do you have to be so far away?
Reblogging because I miss this place and most especially my best friend. :_)
To my superhuman friend, Kim: a very happy birthday. I love you to pieces.
And a reminder:
You’ll be given love / You’ll be taken care of / You’ll be given love / You have to trust it
Maybe not from the sources / You have poured yours / Maybe not from the directions / You are staring at
Trust your head around / It’s all around you / All is full of love / All around you
(I tell myself this, too. Thanks, Björk.)
For now, the word ‘work’ is enough to immediately conjure up images of unimaginable things. I sometimes can’t believe the amount of work I can do, because I’m only a little girl (though having a big voice helps) and I don’t have command of things, at least not yet. But as long as I’m with good coworker friends and the nicest bosses, I know I’ll be fine. And of course, prayer eases it all. This I’ve relearned in, so far, the most surreal week I’ve had in this lifetime. There’s a lot more to say but it really has been a tiring week. :)
(Before I forget, a big baby project I worked on with designer-illustrator extraordinaire Dan aka twistedfork is now up. Click here.)
Thanks to false blackout notice courtesy of D, my officemate R and I had to leave the office and work somewhere else. So I ended up working with a cup of coffee and shaky fingers and wasting my time on the wrong project. And then a few overpriced printouts later, C and I had dinner. Clearly, I’ve been missing out on a million stories.
Now I’m beat.
