Jun 19, 2010

nonsense stuffs.

1. Recently sometimes I feel like my head is made up of a balloon, or a bubble. Light and empty.
I don't think I like the feeling.

2. I watched Toy Story 3 and suddenly wondered where all my toys are. I try to remember how I spent my childhood, and realized that I was not a kid with toys. I did play with toys when my parents bought for me (well, that's what parents are supposed to do right?), but I cannot recall any particular fascinating memory with any specific toy.

Guess since very young I've been a weird kid.

"woa, you've been a skeptic since you are a kid"

well, I'm not sure about that, but I did protest Toy Story 1 because I didn't believe in the technology. I adored 2D animation and I didn't want to think that a computer-generated cartoon could be better than traditional drawn ones.

3. Suddenly I realized that there are still quite a few things I'm worried about. There are just too many constrains. And insecurity. As usual, I'm scared.

We just don't want things that are too easy, do we? We just can't help asking that question "What if I could try a little bit more?". The thing is, not many of us have a chance to give it a try. It's either because people don't allow us to, or something else hold us back, or we are just insecure and the current situation is too safe and comfortable.

Well, I guess I just need to keep going, and things will somehow sort it out. And I know I've got someone who will always be there behind me.

I might be a bit slow, but it doesn't mean that I can't do it. Just watch me.

4. Crazy nonsense stuffs (all happened in the office)

Meryl: I'm hungry.
Me: Me too.
Me: Hungry hungry hungry
Me: I'm going to eat the screen now.
Meryl: o.O


Meryl: She's got a new project for us
Me: what is it about?
Meryl: *straight face* Aliens.
Me: *straight face* Ok. I like aliens. Much more interesting. Maybe their blood is blue or purple or sth. And their cells are heart shaped.
Meryl: =))

Meryl is like one of the best things about my work.

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