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Info/Decor Graphics.

Aren’t we all sick of the standard bar and pie chart? I think it’s always a good idea to make your reader work a little bit for information – to learn something – and to get that zing of knowledge once they have successfully deciphered an info-graphic.

It is not easy to create a unique-to-the-information info-graphic, in fact, it requires a little bit of planning, tiresome experimentation and the willingness to get to the end of it all only to realise it doesn’t work.

Catalog Tree is a great example of a studio that has great vision for info-graphics and here are some of theirs amongst others.

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Hooray, hooray, it’s a holi-holiday.

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Well, it’s about bloody time. I seem to have successfully integrated Phuket into my life as a yearly event (and mind you, I’m talking about the heart of tourist town, Patong – not those wussy serene outlying villas). I love it all – the mass of gross white bodies, the never ending cry of “marrsagge” from Thai girls on the corner,  sweet pomelo on the beach and having evening cocktails in front of women with cocks.

I know exactly where I’ll be staying, where my first meal will be (Italian restaurant in a little lane off Patong called La Cucina makes the best amatriciana sauce), where I’ll go for my massages (2 hours in the day, foot massage at night). It’s the comfort of a ready-to-slip-in holiday that truly gives me the relaxation I need. I won’t feel the need to explore new territories for fear of wasting precious time. Although, I should probably try to go somewhere new next year.

So long, suckers!

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Save This Dog!

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This picture was taken by Mish, while I was knocked out! I can’t believe I fell asleep so quickly and deeply  that I missed this whole tomfoolery and Caitlin yelling goodbye to me as she left. (By the way, Mish only contributed 20cents for her SPCA sticker).

This weekened ended up being a lot more sedate than I anticipated, which goes to show Murphy and his Law are always present. I was in a DJ capacity at Penny Black for a birthday on Friday night and endured mild abuse – it’s honestly hard to please everyone – and I’m not a take-requests kinda DJ (unless the song fits the mood) because if you want to hear a song, go download the mp3 or switch on the radio.

Saturday ended up being nap day (although I watched I Am Legend again and hugged Dolce after Sam the dog died in the movie. Damn you, Will Smith!) and Sunday was take Dolce to the groomer day, which ended up being Fight With Groomer Day. I do regret my less than productive weekend but in a way, am glad for a calm one since the past few have been fairly active.

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Work and weakness.

I am into my second week of the flu and on my 3rd day of medical leave over these past 2 weeks.

For some inexplicable reason, I am sitting here in bed – feeling extremely guilty about missing work and sensing some animosity from my boss about it. Of course, “missing work” is used loosely here because I still have  a ton of work to finish up and I still being contacted by people from office.

Being sick is no longer considered sacred.

I have been coughing, increasingly so, over the past 2 weeks – and everyone has noticed, including him. Yet, I have not once received a “Have you seen the doctor” or “You need to rest”. In fact, he still insists on my presence at presentations regardless of me delivering one cough per sentence.

In this time of H1N1, I must appear completely socially irresponsible to be out in public, coughing incessantly. Not to mention, another 2 to 3 people have now started coughing in the office.

When my doctor told me he was putting on me medical leave, I said, “ok, at least I can work from home”. He actually responded with, “that’s not what medical leave is for. You are supposed to rest”. Yeah right. This is not a comfortable situation for me, especially since I fall sick at the drop of a hat. If someone sneezes in Tampines, I get a sore throat.

So, here I sit, 11am on Thursday, groggy from Dhasedyl with a pile of designing to do. What about that “rest” now?

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What a difference a (half)day makes.

So, we got a Friday halfsie in lieu of the public holiday falling on last Saturday – better than nothing, so I decided to take full advantage of it.

I had a sashimi filled Japanese lunch, bought a pair of black suede rounded front pumps (so beautiful and exactly what I’ve been looking for), and a 2 hour massage. Delicious.

This was followed later on by a wonderful, conversation filled dinner with Sim at 7ate9 at the Esplanade (brilliant service, I would highly recommend it. The beef sashimi was good too) and a party session at Butter.

I’m saddened by the way Butter is turning out – I hope this is the storm before the calm. It was way too packed with people who were obviously there thinking it’s the place to be. I was in the loo with about 20 girls, who all spoke Mandarin (and that was never the case at the old Butter – it was always a mixed group of people with the common love for RnB). If there’s no room to dance at a nightclub, what’s the point? I really miss old ambience where everyone was friendly and it was like a huge family instead of the faceless void (which is why I was never a Zouk fan).

I will not desert Butter – my plan is to spend more time in the electro room (which has still maintained its original crowd and styling) and see what happens to the crowd boom. Boom boom pow.