Work has been frustrating of late. It has just one of those weeks... I wouldn't mind one of these as a sweet Tuesday pick-me-up. Coconut Milk Ice Cream with a Pistachio Crumb and Blueberries: via Top With Cinnamon (recipe included) . . .
Little Ones
Was asked to organise my agency's first art exhibition, with all proceeds going to a children's charity of my choice. Two of my favourite things - what more can I ask for. Hyped! Came across this during my search of an orphanage to sponsor. Truth. via Half The Sky . . .
Happy Bubble
The last few days have been a burst of excitement for three primary reasons: 1. My first week-long public holiday - bliss! There seemed to be a China swap where all the city-dwellers went travelling and the country-folk all came to Shanghai. Masses and masses of them. Yes, it was a myriad of colours, patterns and smelly toilets with long lines. 2. Endless eating, nougat, coffee, pineapple . . .
Crossroads
So here I am, unemployed again...for the next 1.5 weeks at least. I was happily working at Auditoire when I got another job offer. That's where the dilemmas all started. How do you choose between two good opportunities? First world problems - it should be enough to have those opportunities, some might say. I have no clue how this even came about when I was whinging about my career prospects in . . .
The First
Things have whizzed past in a bit of a blur. Friday. Job interview. Monday. Job offer. Tuesday. Accept job offer. Wednesday. FIRST DAY OF WORK. Had my mini freak out last night about how 'i am not mentally prepared'. But then again, when is one ever mentally prepared to trek off to work after month(s) of holidaying? It's all very exciting. It was my agency of choice, who thought that I would . . .
Lego Bricks
Having one of those days where everything seems to fall into place. Where there's a little more bop in your step and Glee's version of 'Dancing with Myself' doesn't cause the same irritation that it normally does when it comes on. I even tried to open the windows to let in some fresh air. Soon changed my mind (note to self: China does not actually have fresh air). Let's just stick with my perfect . . .