this seat is taken

*This is a late post, but as the cliché goes, it’s better late than never, anyway.

A week ago, I was going through a pile of mess in my room when this overwhelming urge to do something creative out of the scraps of paper and stash of brochures from random shops drove me mad. I call this “creativity attack”.

I noticed that whenever I am stressed, I just flip and experience this fit of creativity. From there I just grab whatever I could reach on my desk and make something out of nothing. I scan through pages of ignored books, cut words out of hifalutin paragraphs in a magazine, vandalize our corporate publications, and borrow my brother’s art kit.

My brainchild is a personalized bookmark from a Starbucks brochure, a roll of developed film, bus tickets, and our company’s centennial publication (which I think our company should have just converted into cash).

Photos above show the two sides of the bookmark. The second photo is my favorite because it has a photo of a police car in Tokyo, and a polaroid-ish image of an astronaut. It also has cut out numbers and bar code label. The product took me almost an hour to finish. The adrenaline rush left me exhausted though I know it looks like as simple as a grade school kid’s art project in the photo.

The last time I made a bookmark was in first year high school. Oh, I remember it clearly now. The short bookmark was made out of an old folder, blue stationery paper, stickers, and was hand-printed with a name I dare not mention here. :p

So now you ask what is the significance of all this babble, eh? I want to prove to myself that I still have a life out of my mundane corporate duties. I want to feel alive and dreaming again. I used to have this passion that I lost a year ago. I’m afraid my creative brain juice has ran dry. Nevertheless, I am not quitting. Not this time.

Hello, it’s been ages since you’ve last heard from me. 🙂