All words all feelings.

With overflowing photographic indulgence in the last few entries, I guess the time is now to say stop! Less photos of innocent indian foreign workers, more words. Today's a good day, rather tired due to the lack of sleep the night before but hey nothing beats a load off the chest, final term paper of anti-government ISD-eligibility kind was completed and submitted. Perhaps coincidental that I am indeed checking out the place next week and perhaps checking in.

Since then my heart has skipped two(week) beats too early and is now functioning in post-exams mode. I'm full of the fluttery empty feeling, typical of a student who has struggled past the exams period yearning for the days after, then realizing it just isn't worth the anticipation after all. Problem is, I haven't even had my exams yet and it's in two weeks' time. I am currently busy viewing prints, picking galleries to visit in asian art week and contemplating chilling out at 37 the bar at keong saik road sometime soon.

In short, doing everything I shouldn't even think about doing right now. It always happens doesn't it, this time of the year. J will attest to this.

An afternoon observation of a one-man-show featuring noisy piling works outside my window.




In the final picture, you could actually see him wheeling his barrow away in the distance. An accidental shot, I'd thought he was long gone from the crime scene.

Yes, I was that restless writing my anti-government term paper.

When the distinction between private and public realms and the rule of law are no more, this is the face that represents it all.




J.S. Mill talked about "the only purpose for which power can be rightfully exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will, is to prevent harm to others. His own good... is not a sufficient warrant." He made good sense but I guess this is what they call an idealistic statement.

Thank you for you patients.

Trusty mate, you may not have bluetooth or the highest resolution, but you have served me well thus far.

Method #681 on how to die: Why I would never consider slitting my wrists.

I rather have my life snuffed out in a second, than to feel it seeping out of those wrists for the longest helpless moment of my short life.

A bad, bad day that ended up superlicious.

J said she had never seen me so angry before. Well, I haven't been in such a fury for a really long while. So livid I had to say f--- them in the presence of my shocked friends to rid myself of the bottled up anger. Six uncooperative project co-workers who thought highly of the shoddy unacceptable work they'd come up with in a term paper due tuesday worth at least 40% of total module grades equates to an experience nobody should be going through. Really, it's living hell when communication almost breaks down. Argh !@#$%^

I find myself treasuring my usual bunch of girlfriends - usual project mates most times if not for them being uninterested to bid for the art module this occasion. They are efficient, can be relied on to do up decent pieces of work and we usually have lotsa fun even while struggling to meet deadlines.

The day didn't end too badly in their company, in fact it ended most satisfactorily in a sumptuous Newton hawker center dinner with amazing (simply amazing) good food, every single dish. The food never tasted so good, all of the satay, hokkien mee, barbequed chicken wings, barbequed sting ray, sambal kang kong and cockles. Thank you D for the treat, can we slither our ways out of owing you one in beijing?

I've been relatively spoilt to the brim for the past few days, having similar salivating fare both nights and still yearning for more. Perhaps life does have a way of making up for disappointing biatches in the most unexpected way, heh.

Try it if you see it around.




I'd bought this in a convenience store in beijing last august and thought, nice fruity flavor! I went back to the store and bought six more packs, only to realize I'd actually purchased lemon flavor (in similarly colored wraps) instead when I came back to singapore. Argh, what was wrong with me?! I've got one last stick left in the fridge and am looking forward to buying more and correctly come june.

Nyü; shanghainese for women - or so they claim.




Almost intoxicating, thumbs up for a good concept and a great feel. Thumbs down for ms awful curly hair, a display of the pathetic state of in-house hunks and a professor with white scarf/black gloves a la badly ageing (the) bund-esque chow yun fatt.

A mess of things I want to blurt that I conveniently title as an update.

In one of its periodic reminders to not take an existence for granted, my commenting tool is down yet again. Recent days have been more than I can handle, yet I still am holding out well. I guess I am good on my way to testing threshold limits.

1. The party was great although I'm still not sure how it ended except that A had graciously sent me home even though he had an early morning flight to catch. A fuzzy wuzzy of china-and-its-renegade-state discussions, meeting the boss himself, an impressive ah beng sushi master and his equally impressive sushis/sashimis almost matched up to the all-important ego-boosting self-challenging living proof that I could hold out beyond 4 (without puking but not any better). I woke up nearly in cold sweat the next morning not sure if I had caused A to miss his flight, bah! only because we had lingered at the venue longer than we should have. Catch you around when you're back and thanks for all the great times you've spent with the penniless punk. The times of ex-penniless punk bringing old geezer around to interesting places will come in due course.

2. I haven't had my nose out in the news much so I wouldn't have known if not for C saying he couldn't get his postcard sent out to me because of political instability. Good to hear from someone in the midst that he is safe and it is "not safe for politicians they have been captured by opposition forces... it's something awfull.. but thanks to God they won't touch the students".

Update: C suspects osce/american masterminds financing the opposition. A new twist to conspiracy theories where drunken marauders (on vodka from 'humanitarian aid american FedEx'-labelled boxes) are plundering the cities and the opposition in power is deliberately acting slowly to stop the lootings.

3. Indeed I'm always slow to news of all sorts. If not for a random flip of a not-so-recent issue of fortune magazine at the world bank office, I would not have known about this or that adri is actually this this big. Probably not much of a surprise even though I've been a faithful follower of her blog for a while now since I'm not so into tech or gadgets or apple's next new toy(s) and routinely skimmed through her tech entries most times. I can appropriately admit that while I aim to be geeky, I am but a few lifetimes away from attaining the lowest levels of tech geek-dom.

4. How can I be into romance of the three kingdoms albeit tv drama version? But into this I am. As a matter of fact, I have been prioritizing recent episodes over impending deadlines. Never since outlaws of the marsh have I been so fascinated by chinese classics. Out of all the chinese literary classics, I can gladly say these are the only two that thoroughly interest me; perhaps strange for a female. Then again, I was the strange female who wanted to join the army at 19 and still thinks west point is more prestigious than harvard.

5. If this is a real job, I can bet on my version of life-time savings that it is definitely on the line. I just realize I'd procrastinated too much in the past week and that my article is supposed to be published in monday's papers. As if things aren't bad enough, I received a chirpy email from my editor that reads "Dudes and Dudettes, will be away for short trip this weekend (yay, i get a life!) so will not be avail via mob phone. Wait till mon if u need to get me okay? Kum Siahs & Hugs". Nice timing for murphy's law to occur when my article is supposed to help publicize an event happening on tuesday. If this isn't certain death, I don't know what else will be.

Ok I lied, things like not finishing two papers/ preparing for respective presentations on the first two days of coming week and not having started on a term paper due on coming thursday very well can make it into the list.

Somewhere in the school database today.




Not sure if everyone else could appreciate the humor, J and I had to try so hard in stifling our laughters during class. Suddenly this seems not unlike the little girl trapped in the painting in The witches (who had left me extremely intrigued as a kid) or those paintings in the Harry potter series.

The pacey fu cup, in memory of a dearly-missed pal.

Tomorrow it will be a year since. I went to visit him at the temple this afternoon and cried a little, realizing the passing of time won't ever make it any more acceptable. They knew it all along, and were just consoling us.


Trying not to lose by too high a margin (final score 8-15 is good enough for us) 


Upper quadrangle under scenic skies 


Slacking rejuvenates the backbenchers for the next game 


Watching on 


Cheerleaders of a different kind 


Little shorty pants 


All champions