Have not much love for these sugar-coated marshmallow Peeps, but seeing these photos from here has rekindled my dream of working, someday, in a candy factory. Or a candy store. Or as a sweet-maker.


Freshly pressed Peeps are seen before they are coated with yellow sugar as they move along the production line.


Peeps have their eyes imprinted.


Jimmy Case, an employee at Just Born picks out badly formed Peeps from the production line.


Marshmallow Peeps are dropped into boxes from the production line for packaging.

I know Easter was some weekends ago, but! Better late than never, I always say.

There's something about the French language that just kills me. In a good way.
Why, oh why am I lousy with languages?
I need to watch this film. Stat.

I am still alive.

But of late, I have allowed work to get me negative and morose.
To counter the bad chi, I've decided to list stuff that make me happy, and not just limit it to five items.

^ popping M&M's, one after the other, and chewing on them the moment they're in my mouth
^ honey glazed chicken wings
^ being home in the afternoons while it rains (as opposed to being stuck in the office)
^ polka dots and grids
^ the smell of freshly printed books
^ the rough texture of wood-free paper
^ the idea of home-made bread (though I've not made any yet)
^ buttered salty popcorn-in-a-bag, freshly out of the microwave
^ crafty craft blogs
^ a mug of steaming hot coflo (coffee + milo)
^ the smell of freshly cut grass
^ an occasional meal from McDonalds
^ grapefruit juice
^ listening to a cello well-played
^ currently, most songs by Vampire Weekend
^ insect-and-rain-free picnics
^ freshly sharpened pencils
^ a full and neatly arranged bookshelf
^ intelligence and humour
^ receiving nice catch-up emails (or better, snailmail)
^ a nice hot shower
^ watching a movie in the daytime
^ lovely pristine beaches
^ sleeping undisturbed for a stretch of 12 hours once in awhile
^ the Internet

Also, this is my attempt at waging a battle against embitterment.