Suprise, surprise!

To mark my 3rd month with The Company, I got into a fiasco by printing the magazine with the wrong tagline. A FIASCO.

But despite all that... hmmm... bludgeoning blunder, I'm still kicking, learning, trying... and definitely sticking around with a big overly curved smile on my face all thanks to these drawings left on my table, and a surprise postcard from Mr. Postman himself:


"From Paris to Tokyo..."


That's me in the middle...Eds' Japanese-y rendition!


"Random greetings from Lovine, Kat and Nickel"

These surprises just make me feel so good despite of...

Will not break down and fall

Just because I love the work that I do doesn't mean I'm going to kill myself on overtime. Fuck overtime! And Leona's postals to me from Australia and New York prove just that...


"Here's a postcard to help you deal with work! But seriously, hope you don't take crap from anyone--you deserve so much better!"


"Cheers to being bohemians and living for our art."

So it's time to live my weeknights again! Let's play!

I want to be a little seahorse

I received a wonderful, handmade suprise in the mail yesterday. I love it! This is surely going to be included in my Favorite Postcards bunch :)


"Hooray for Sunshine," Kat says.

Oh I dream of dipping my feet in the ocean, getting a nice tan, doing nothing, and just being lazy all day!

This calls for an escape!

All I have to do is Dream

When my officemate found out I was drop dead madly interested in the Sandman, she gave me this postcard:


There's just something oddly attractive about Dream's dark and brooding personality, don't you think?

Siigghh.

Hello, summer

I'm waving hello to two things as the hot and balmy weather slowly kicks in.

The first wave goes to my sister who just got back from Australia last night. We were separated for four long months. I missed our mindless bickering over the most shallow circumstances--like the failure or returning a borrowed item in her closet. We both missed each other's company dearly that it led us both to lie side by side on her twin-sized bed that evening, both of us blindly staring at the ceiling while faking an Australian accent as we talk about random adventures we both had while apart. One of her Australian escapades included a trip to the National Museum... she brought me home a little souvenir from the place:


Everyday creatures reveal their structure in this household display of domestic bliss.


The Bone Ranger rides again.

I'd say, everybody's got skeletons in their closet... right? These postcards were such a treat aside from the Russian Dolls she gave me.

The second wave (and I wave with all my might as I shout, "HEEELLLOOO!!") goes to my new job at Hinge Inquirer Publications. Yes! I am, again, part of the work force. And as I welcome this employment opportunity this summer, my friend Sica hands me a card over the last February weekend:


"I just wish we are able to do something we love to do. That way, our only problem will be how to be grateful..."

I think I'm going to like this job, then perhaps eventually fall in love with it. And I'm grateful for this opportunity that begins this Summer. Yay!