68 of 100 Happy Days: Sleep

After a whole week of not exactly having much sleep, I’m thankful for this.


So much work came in lately that overtime feels natural now and pulling late nights were necessary. I thought I left all that behind in uni but it seems that it’s only prepped me up for this.

63 of 100 Happy Days: Imagination from a Presentation.

It’s like the stuff of television where two advertising agencies get through the first stage and have to pitch for the job again for a final round.


I’m imagining a show with competitive tension, inside information with nameless sources, clik clik claks of wooden floors, suits, power handshakes, breakfast club moments and the veteren/newbie/underdog dynamic.

Now, I believe the presentation went well. I wonder how this episode would end.

27 of 100 Happy Days: Meditation

I am the kind of person who has a lot on my mind quite often. If it isn’t from daily happenings and challenges, it’s from playing different scenarios in my head that aren’t likely to happen or things like how does one save up enough to invest in a house and still getting to enjoy life in the present.
While on a fresh grad pay. In Malaysia. It’s really quite distressing.


A friend used to tell me countless times that I need to relax and suggested meditation. Said it helps her get through stressful times. And if even my 9-year-old cousin has found a reason to practise this, I don’t see why I can’t.

Of course,  at first I couldn’t feel the difference; I wasn’t sure how. Later on did I realise that if meditation means to completely let it all go for a bit then I have, I suppose, succeeded before.

All it takes is a comfortable position, a moment without interruption, relaxation of muscles and orgetting the task at hand until your mind either draws a blank or you’re concentrating on only one thing.

Nowadays it helps. Certainly did as I translated 5 pages of this slightly confusing document from English to Malay. If anything I am actually brushing up on my grasp of the national language.

Don’t Be Afraid of Going Left, and Thoughts on Idealism

Last month I was at Angel Station in London and I came across this signboard with a quote. I later learnt that it’s a daily creative initiative done by the staff at that particular station, and there’s even a website dedicated to it called Thoughts of Angels (I think it is sweet). I wish I’d snapped a photo of the one I saw that day but like everyone else I was caught in that hamster wheel of the city, going down escalators and up again. And down and up again. Anyway, the quote went something like this:

‘Don’t be afraid of going left. Because even when you are left, you are right.’

Aside from the wittiness of it being ‘uniquely Underground’, it’s thought-provoking. Not that I am saying that this rings absolutely true in every case, but when it comes to working for what you want, it’s a lovely little thought to ponder about.

I’ve been talking to friends recently about ideal working environments and lifestyles. It’s really cool – there’s a lot of travelling involved, a yacht with oysters, an apartment in New York, a commissioning editor, an award-winning film maker and more. (Me? I believe I mentioned it in my bio).

Dreams and desires make for fascinating stories; I recommend listening to someone’s story today. And which is why I’m asking you too: If you can have it, no matter how far-fetched it may seem, what is your ideal way of making a living? How would you like to live your life?


Why earn bread when you can earn cake?

So what if it’s not ‘practical’, ‘stable’ or ‘realistic’ – I think it’s always good to consider that sometimes and remind yourself about what you are working for. Perhaps it’ll tell you that you need to hop onto the next stepping stone in order to get there. Idealism, in moderation, is generally healthy for your growth.

Perhaps the next time you are going up and down escalators, you might wonder whether a hamster wheel is where you would like to be. Perhaps ‘staying right’ isn’t the best for you. Perhaps you will finally go left.

PS. My two weeks spent at Kyle Books was great. The publicity work meant that I got to experience what goes on within a different area of publishing. I’d only ever done editorial work before that so it was interesting to see how important it is to get the hype of the books out there by liaising with external publications. In the meantime, I’m doing my best to stay afloat in this never-subsiding pool of job seekers.

#2 The Gilded Cage

Written as part of NaPoWriMo Challenge 2013

Forest View in Füssen

I can feed on every dream I dream each day,
Convince myself they taste like buttered bread
But I want to run away, to run away.

As I turn into a cog in a machine I pray
That when night comes my creaks and squeaks will fade.
I can feed on every dream I dream each day

And be glad for all my joys – and perks to stay
Within the boundaries of comfort life has made
But I want to run away, to run away

To worlds my youth once planned to see, to have my way
And need not even care of what I’m paid.
I can feed on every dream I dream each day.

Oh I know it’s such a silly thing to say
For they tell me I have many years ahead
Still I want to run away, to run away.

I’ve dreamt for far too long so if I may
Remove the shadow shackles and this dread –
I can feed on every dream I dream each day
Now I want to run away, to run away.