Listening to this.."Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind"-radiohead.. makes me slip into another world..a familiar one 6 years ago.. Maybe I should after all do what I do best. Tonight, I'm missing my milk monkey and drunkard bunny. They are not my greatest piece of drawing. But they are souls. A boss is always a boss, the sweet lovely process of putting beautiful display of monkey in a little transparent box, creating a world of its own for the little plush monkeys will never be fully understood or even felt by the boss. Things changes, progresses and being swept to progress. It's an endless cycle, circle.
Maybe I'm just feeling that bit of nostalgia, the joy of working together with some lovely people, making small things work with big hearts. Boss said he's going to do away with plush toys, replaced them with gadgets. As much as I agree to what he said that the trend of plush is almost over. I have a silent thought in my mind, a question that would be obviously redundant to ask; how about the inner child, how about those who ultimately still long for "someone" for a hug in the days when iPhone just seems too cold to hold or everyone is too busy with iPhone to give a hug. I miss the time when I do the first cuddly cushion massager for Mother's day. Something inspired from receiving and giving hugs to my mum. I miss the time I crawled into a display, placing each little tortoise plush in its new home we created. Who is gonna to design for these people who wish to connect?
Maybe that's why I'm so eager to feel and connect story from the gadget stuffs so that I can still feel the energy and truthfulness to share. I didn want to change him. I just want to tell a story, but in order to do that, I need him to hear the story first.
Anyway.. Yes. I'm calling him Boss here and not Brother Bear because I can't feel and see Brother Bear now. Although deep down, he's there. Deep down, he's one of the people I respect most.
well well getting really drowsy with the baileys dancing in me.
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