my heart broke when i saw her, so thin and gaunt. i don't ever remember her being this frail-looking. or did i not take a good look at her the last time i saw her?
her eyes lit up when she saw me. she opened the door, but before she let me in, she peered out to see if there was anyone else with me. i think she was a lil disappointed to see me alone. 'why didn't you bring your friend with you?' she asked me in canto. i was momentarily puzzled, like why would i bring my friend to see her? then it strucked me whom she really meant by 'friend'.

Talking to her was both a happy and heartwrenching affair. at times, i was trying so hard to contain my tears. i feel like sucha douchebag for not making the effort to visit her more often. all the empty promises of bringing her out. i think i should do it more often, go to her place after work with my dinner and have a chat with her. bring some hk drama serials for her to kill her time since shes almost too weak to go anywhere.

Te amo, grandma.

When Heaven and Earth Collide

here i am, unable to work, with an unrest within my soul that'ss ever growing with each minute.

i'm whining and repeatedly bugging my colleague to look at my comp(it's one of the better days where we ain't flooded with an avalanche of work, plus people are at meetings)

This is gonna overwhelm me ahhhhhh!
The cause?

This surreal and magical place called Salar de Uyuni, part of the Altiplano of Bolivia.
It's a salt plain, made up primarily of lithium chloride.

Lo and Behold...

I am so inspired to travel through South America now just like Che Guevara,

a la The Motorcycle Diaries. albeit not on a rickety bike.

Office Chaos

Its been nothing short of drama this week in my dept in the talking buns office.

over the phone, shouting matches ensued
superiors to subordinates, saying unpleasant things
poor phones, being abused by rough treatments
everyone's lamenting about everything and everyone
everyone's rushing everyone
and today, a fiery 'I QUIT!' was heard, followed by the slam of the door
no one has the luxury to breathe.

when it gets too noisy to bear, with angsty voices from my side,
and fish market style of chatter from the dept across, my best and simplest
trick to get away from it is to give the wheel on my ipod a clockwise spin.

but above that all, everyone's still nice intrinsically, so that's great.

It would have been more interesting if it were nude models they were attempting to sketch.....


Plastic Nation

all hail Willard Boyle and George Smith, one-half winner of Nobel Prize in Physics 2009.
Without them, space photography wouldn't have been possible, and neither would digital cameras.
Without them, i would not have known what i would have been missing