[Via A Cup of Jo]















This guy is funny. I'm going to do a copycat series, inspired by his Lego works when I find my own set (that's been too carefully stashed away in my room that I forget where they are).

Before Nintendo, life was all about Legos. All. About. LEGO. But I want to ask: have Lego blocks always been available in gray and brown? Or is that a recent addition, like blue M&Ms?

When I saw this video, I thought, vaguely, that I could feel a bit of that 50ºC inferno blazing through Victoria.

After an afternoon of shopping and squeezing through sticky, noisy, literally pushy teenybopper crowds at Bugis Village some weeks ago, we finally dropped, and had to find someplace to sit, order a drink and recuperate. Pronto. And it was no wonder: no place is safe two days before reunion dinner.

While me, Q and K were sipping our drinks and waiting for the ache in our tired feet to go away, who should decide to appear but N! So. There was dinner. And then there were drinks. And then this photographer, who was looking rather stoned for 10pm, appeared. "Would you like your picture taken? It's going to appear on this website." Or he might've said "My grandmother's baked you girls some oatmeal-raisin cookies. I'd really love to have a photo of you lot with those cookies." For the viewing pleasure of all and sundry.

'Why not? We're photogenic people,' we thought, and grinned gleefully at our photogenic selves. As we waited for those cookies. And. By golly, did we look smashed. "The angle of the wineglass says it all," N texted me, all knowledgeable, some days later.

I concur.



And I don't even like oatmeal-raisin cookies.

I did this card 2 days after coming back from Beppu, so I like to think that it is inspired by Japanese-ness. Come to think of it, it is looking a lot like fugu. Which reminds me of Y - little miss fugu herself. The one who slurped two bowls of ramen in a single sitting.

Over two consecutive days of Chinese New Year visiting, I came across, on two separate ocassions: men referring to their partners, or wives, as maids. Disgusting. One referred to his wife as 'the maid I sleep with'; the other - who, referring to himself as the alpha male and the one his lovely Golden Retriever listens to - to his girlfriend as 'the maid who cleans and feeds the dog'. And they wonder why girls are not falling head over heels in love with the local boys. Tsk.

In other news, these typography-inspired videos are keeping me happy. Especially the one from V for Vendetta. I have a sudden urge to watch that again.