so it's been packed thru and thru...:)

yishan wif her gelare waffle yesterday, yum!

Went out wif aep gals, didnt we haf a gr8 time!






Celebrated for sl and sw, mudpie!!!






sorry van, dere's like accidents in both group photos!

After dis, just more and more packing to be done for india. The excitement's dulling but guess the kick will come in on fri itself. Still, cant wait to be out of singapore, India's calling:)

Another day

And more postings...



This was taken on a trip to katong, love the moody effect:)

Cindy once told me that I loved taking moody pictures, I guess so, since if it is a mood i want to ascribe to a place, it is mostly the nostalgic that attracts me like no other. Maybe that's why I love black and white?

it's getting harder and harder to write.

can I make up with some drawings?



I'm on a roll with Charles De Lint, one of the few insights I got:

Imagine if the world were totally fair, it would be scary, wouldn't it? Because we would deserve all the bad things that happened to us, and that would have meant at some point in time, we were pretty creepy people.

How's that for escapism?

LC

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I just love these cats!



at the hairdresser's...

some sketches... actually got alot more but it takes too long to load!



Timbre at ADM end of the year party:) With Esther, Song I and Wei Lian



I love this shot:)

Am back after yet another long spell of silence.

It's after year one, well into the hols with me furiously catching up on my reading- so what else is new?

I wonder if it would be possible to recall everything that i went through in a year. Wad if the human brain were compartmentalized such that days can be called up like home videos, or even a blog. My attempts to capture time are pitifully minute though, realms and realms of sketches in hardcover sketchbooks that give me a small thrill to look through but overall, just an obsession to put pen to paper. Maybe that's how i find meaning, maybe dat's not the best way to live. Or wad de, does it even matter?

Nevermind the weird looks i get in cafes, nevermind the 'not agains' from my friends. Maybe I'm not that talkative, maybe that's how i puzzle out what the heck i'm doing in this life. Maybe that's how i deal with things, through texture and lines. When i draw something down, i learn something new about you. The lines in your face, the frown, the wrinkles. I never noticed you had that mole on your cheek, hey, u have a smile i want so much to capture and keep forever. Maybe it's that familiar way u tuck your hair behind an ear, talking animatedly to the person opposite you or just leaning against the window in the mrt with a book tucked in the nook of your arm.

Sometimes i feel that I'm trying to live too much from others. It's a habit I have, just letting everything seep in and change the way i experience things. Good? When it is enriching and new, but it gets old pretty quick, then im left with 'so what now?'. Lucky life is big. Momentary things may be, there's always things to fill the moment.



Went to wei lian's church today. Fearing God. I lack a healthy fear, but the sermon changed something. When i think it through i'll write it down. I'm actually quite slow when it comes to important stuff, but I guess all my friends shuld already know that;)