seeing yourself seeing.

The Tomlinson, 20 Cuscaden Road, Singapore.

Dalvey Estate, off Dunearn Road.

So once again i'm stuck in this terrible web of deceitful pleasure. I pray no one and everyone
pulls me out of this. With help, i might even get started on getting to class on time.


Sunlight come streamin thru' my window
warm, weathering, waltzing.

Come to think of it; here's a sight you don't always get in cabs at home; safety belts, without the red "please put on your safety belt" inserts.




Biopolis, off Buona Vista, part of the One North Masterplan project by Zaha Hadid Architects. A bid by the government to get a head start in bio-tech. well at least the thing looks decent and novel enough to turn a head or two; it looks like something out of a science fiction novel. Stay tuned...as we venture further into the bowels of...BIOPOLIS!

Slow Food started in Paris in 1989, and people have been living off the convivial air for eons, eating, drinking, laughing, lazing, getting obese, etc. Someone cut me some slack.
Slow Food arose in protection of mankind's right to taste. (And right to enjoy life, of which i have none) It champions the firm defence of quiet material pleasure as the only way to oppose the universal folly of the Fast Life. (Which i lead)


From the site:
"We are enslaved by speed and have all succumbed to the same insidious virus: Fast Life, which disrupts our habits, pervades the privacy of out homes and forces us to eat Fast Food. May suitable doses of guaranteed sensual pleasure and slow, long-lasting enjoyment preserve us from the contagion of the multitude who mistake frenzy for efficiency.
Excerpt: Slow Food Manifesto, 1989."


All those in favour of good food and lazy living, post me an 'aye'.

Ever wanted to bash a penguin SO bad?
relieve stress HERE.

Ever heard of 99c worth of silence? read this, iTune Lovers....

Makes you wanna eat lovely fast food ALL over again.

Not an ounce of sleep for 48 hours, its been caffeine and adrenaline all this while!
now for a nice long shut-eye on that foreign place called the bed. How long haven't i touched this blog..i'm sorry, but you should check out the mess i made at home. Well, nobody said these 5 years'd be easy anyway...





Someone help. my prized Muji Sketch Pencil is Kapische. Kaput. Broken in two, by its very owner. but i did catch its golden moments on film; this time with the wood i'd stained; before, and after: