21 March 2013

Nothing Like Us

Dear pipsqueaks,

Just a song that struck a cord. Not mine, but a close one.


13 March 2013

The Ones Before You

Dear pipsqueaks,

A mystery tempting to discover, another's past can sure take one through hoops of emotions. Sometimes, it is better not to know. But as no one prefer treading in the dark, we all dig for answers - even if we do know it will not be kind to the ear, or the heart.

Then why do we do such things to ourselves? Why be like silly movie characters who go in search where the creepy noises are coming from? As if trouble is hard to find, I would have ran the other way. Yet, it aches not knowing. Whether it aches more than knowing, that's for one to judge.  Either way, as pain is inevitable,  I prefer to find out.

So, I asked.

03 March 2013

More Than Just [Lausanne]- Day 4

Dear pipsqueaks,

So began my "holiday" in Lausanne. Except, after these couple of days, I realized there weren't many things to see or do here. Especially the IOC Museum which I so looked forward to visiting - closed until the end of 2013. Not to mention the "temporary" exhibition on the docked boat isn't going to be ready until the end of March. Just my luck, eh? Nonetheless, I intended to make the most of my stay here one way or another.


(That's the boat to hold the temporary exhibit - though I must say it's seriously a horrendous timing! While it's suppose to serve as a substitute, it doesn't open until the END of March)

02 March 2013

More Than Just [Lausanne]- Day 2&3

Dear pipsqueaks,

Trying really hard to remember what happened yesterday, all I could remember was almost dying of hunger 3ish mid-afternoon with nothing to eat. Okay, so I must have been at least somewhat productive because my Inbox is all cleared out at that moment, and the questionnaire requested by my boss done too. Oh right, it's coming back to me. Waking up about 7ish, I hopped to breakfast with my boss only to leave the table quarter past 10am. The rest of the morning till afternoon was spent in my room drafting emails while multi-tasking. At some point, the tummy started to become too demanding that I couldn't tahan it anymore and set out to find food. But lucky me, there weren't that many restaurants around to begin with, and since it was between meal time, kitchens were closed! Then finally, I found a cafe serving lasagna. No seconds wasted, I grabbed a seat and enjoyed away while people-watched.


(This spinach lasagna was surprisingly pretty good - even with hot chocolate combo!)