Viva Monocle

It’s like reuniting with an old friend – familiar, yet a little distanced after spending time away with each other. The understanding, though, is still apparent.

I first chanced upon Monocle magazine more than a decade ago. Whilst serving national service with long days and pretty much all the time in the world, I devoured editions after editions of the mag. I looked forward to every new release and would treasure them like a tome of rare publication.

My subscription lapsed early last year and I chose not to renew it. Too much things on my plate and I didn’t carve out enough time to read. In the bookshelves lies backlog of unopened copies. I couldn’t justify buying more when a glance at the still-sealed magazines already made me felt guilty.

I still can’t resist browsing Monocle in the magazine joints or bookstores. In the airport, I’d most certainly get a copy and indulge in the enchanting magazaine midair. That’s the best way to consume the cosmopolitan, witty, and all-encompassing content that Monocle is known for.

Right now, its influence extends beyond being a mere magazine. It’s a lifestyle brand that has an important voice in shaping various touch points.

I love the way how it is constantly evolving but still remain relevant and true to its roots.

Long may this continue. Viva Monocle!

Minimalistic Fire Extinguisher

Absolutely beautiful. Never image an unity object such as fire extinguisher can be so strikingly minimal and elegant.

The problem is – in a minimal home with similar design ascetic – pared-down, design-free style, would the fire extinguisher blend so much into the environment that it’s harder to spot?

(via: Spoon & Tamago)

Beautiful People Do Not Just Happen

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

I’m trying to summon up any last ounce of energy and courage to move forward.

Since I left my first job, my career has been on a downward spiral.

The gentleman – my mentor – is no longer by boss. In place are ugly people with no glues how to run a business.

People are the cornerstone of every successful endeavour. Just my luck to somehow land in some of the most brutal companies, time after time.

I just wish the world would swallow me right now.

Not Looking Good

Current mood: cranky with frequent mood swings. And unpredictable.

These are the kind of behaviour I exhibit for the past 4 months. Instead of letting up, they seem to intensify.

With a bad job, a horrible boss, a company with plenty of debts, and an uncertain outlook, things are really bleak.

I can’t bear to think beyond the next step. One foot at a time, I remind myself. My company is quick to pull the trigger on terminating staffs. No one is spared.

The culture here is, to use their exact word, flush. Any sense of incompetence in their eyes will result in sacking. Fair, justifiable or not, it doesn’t matter.

Turnover is sky high and now I understand why.

At the stroke of midnight, I received a text message from the CEO that altered my mood since. It was Sunday and the following day is a public holiday. Not only didn’t she respect the personal time and boundary, she did it multiple times already without remorse.

The tone of message is one of demand, with underlying anger and consequence to be bourn from this.

I’m grateful for having a job, but this is becoming too much. It’s affecting my life and that trickles to people around me. Mentally and physically, I’m totally drained.

I can only hope to endure and survive long enough before I hop off.

Reading through this post, it sounds like I’m wallowing in self pity. It probably is. But I’m also writing to reflect on my current state. It hightens my awareness and makes me even more determined to seek better life, for me and for the people I care about.

Specially-Designed Fork for Cup Noodle

The ergonomic of the fork designed by Nissin specifically for cup noodles is a beaut.

I’d love to have one, even though I’m not a huge fan of cup noodles. I can count with 2 hands the cup noodles I consumed in a year.

It would be nice if it’s included permanently in the cup, as opposed to a limited edition release.

(via: Spoon & Tamago)


Instead of FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), let’s embrace JOMO (Joy Of Missing Out).

In the modern world we are constantly comparing our lives to other peoples through social media and being bombarded by marketing messages that anything is possible – but is this healthy?

Svend Brinkmann, Professor of Psychology at Aalborg University and author of The Joy of Missing Out, argues that we should start accepting and embracing the limits in our life, and that could actually make us feel happier and more fulfilled.

(via: BBC Reel)

Takigawa Sushi Restaurant

At just 20 sq meters, Takigawa is a sushi restaurant that sits between a parking lot and an old factory.

Odd place to have an eating establishment, almost like a secluded hideout designed to be discrete.

From the pictures, they don’t seem to be too confined. Instead it feels like a small intimate premise to enjoy a meal.

I’m intrigued by how a small corner can turned out to be such an attractive (and pared-down) restaurant.

(via: Spoon & Tamago)

Strolling With Hope

I slipped on my flip-flops, still in my workwear of t-shirt and jeans, I headed down for a stroll.

The night was peaceful with a light breeze, punctuated only by over-zealous teens zooming past with loud speakers blasting music I’ve never heard of. The high humidity level makes me perspire, soaking my white tee wet. Still, I walked, at snail pace. Each stride was measured and precise.

To make my sleep easier, faster and better, I had to move. A few hours back, I went on a rare spontaneous ice cream date with my wife. A giant cone (they called it monster cone) with 3 equally huge scoops of ice cream. Well, it was lovely but it filled us up before we even had dinner. Since we almost never get the chance to be alone, this warranted some extra zest of good vibe.

I also wanted to wash away the worries, anxieties and bad encounters at work (I’m still feeling the burnout as I’m typing this, my mind is still wandering back to the countless unfinished tasks). Things haven’t been going too well at my new workplace. Bosses are harsh. Judgements were biased. Timelines are unrealistic. Workflow is a mess. The only good thing out of this – it pays the bill. Things can only get better, like they always do.

Hope is a powerful motivator. It keeps people going through tough times. And I lean on Liverpool’s FC anthem, You’ll Never Walk Alone, for hope.

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of a storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone