Sprinkle that vanilla

mixing it up with my fellow foreigners, difference is, i'm employed in this rat race state. still my nationality equips me with the skills to get by without feeling as anxious as the locals to make it to the big time without counting the costs. somethings dont change, just like the freakin web app ive been using for years, havent even adapted to suit mobile devices like apple, cant even post a reply comment, but hell they competitors arent they, on the opposite ends, maps is a freakin nightmare. wednesday weather seems pretty fine though, since its been raining every single freakin day. under the shade when its sunny, fans and traffic good enough to push the breeze. but these freakin pigeons!! they're like seagulls in perth, havent started to annoy me yet, maybe its my size, or my calm and assertive energy courtesy of the dog whisperer. they should just have an area where people can buy feed and just....FEED them, maybe they wont be hanging out at cafes all the time, mothafarters just flew right past me, knowing i was bitchin about them, i only have a freakin latte if you wanna sip that you tastebudless flying pain in the butt. thats my cue to head out, movie, ramen, phone charger repair and slingshot shopping, im gonna have kentucky fried pigeon tonight

Some like it hot

Waiting for dinner as usual, have jack and tony to entertain me, after killing slightly less than a hundred people on the net wholemeal bread with cheese and ikea spreads, reheated frozen bacang, no suprise why my bowels are the pitts, will need a hell of a lot more yakult to keep things in motion, pondering about core routines from doutzen, finding replacements for unwanted movie tickets as usual, even the dark knight cant get no love, "you can't make an omelette without breakin an egg" - Curtis

Might as well

Typing is still alive. Still alive on the ipad, thanks to an ultra thin keyboard that's also a cover. An impulse buy compells me to continue this ancient art of blogging. It all comes in this nostalgic spiral zone that leads to downloading older movies, all about food, for Fuan and my own hunger. Learnt that Tortilla Soup is an american remake of Eat Drink Man Woman. Finally watched the classic Tampopo, which is pretty timeless, by my standards at least. Am even starting to dress and groom like an old man. Is this what turning 30 is all about? Some are shocked, I'm not, in fact, I try my best to have life changing moments every year, or at least 3 years in fact....or maybe everytime MU loses the title. As I gaze across the 4 screens in my rented living room, 2 TVs, my laptop and my ipad, I really can't wait to make more impulse purchases starting with an Apple TV, then maybe I'll start saving........but then it would be impossible. And I'm still spacing an entire line every sentence or 2, as usual, but somehow on the ipad it doesn't really publish it all that well..........gotta love technology

Big lion small lion

All alone now, without a tan fright in sight

Squares on square, sitting down by the riverside on a Monday, other ppl that is

Colonial excursion coming to an end, a whiff of cigarette smoke in the air, not mine

The one quiet patch in the bustling city, kind of like the imbi alley back home, no porridge in sight over here

At least theres still the. Big iconic bank tower, overshadowing me, reminding me where i came from

Who knows where im going to next, but this wont be the last time i enter the lions den, or the dragons head

Little bird on my window door

Little bird on my window door

I cant quite make out what bird you are

Just a silhoutte as the day curtains are stuck

A bit hairy, must be wet from the rain, the dreaded rain that is keeping me from infinity heaven

An extremely tall window, a room made for giants, how many have came before me, starring out to the sky, pondering the future, while still giddy from a hot bath

You must be talking to your friends little bird, i can hear you both chirp, but can only see one

When will you fly away, away from this supposed dragon's head

You must be waiting for the sun like all of us

We shall see who makes the first move.

Loysel

A blog entry a year keeps the mind in focus.

The longer i reside in this concrete jungle the more interesting the cracks appear to be.

Lunch at meds, coffee at A Curious Teepee, lame shoot being held, discovered the fantastic green soccer journal.

Coffee part 2 at the Kallang River, my area is probably the coolest place in Singapore.

From mocha to latte and the help of a new adventure in the football world, cave time has been resurrected, and life per normal can resume.



The men are looking more stylish than the ladies, the foreigners seem more local than the citizens. But love will always remain the same, just days away from the big one,

Open up your eyes and you will see....

same auld story

Scorcese has been speaking to me lately.

Bought Goodfellas, saw raging bull on MGM, and was tempted to get the comedian at HMV.

My essence has been knocking at my door, the real one true passion. It was supposed to be a tough year, and it most aspects it was, but i managed to push harder and achieved new heights.

Shall i concentrate on the path that has been laid out to me in the new year?

Or will i have the time or effort to balance more than i can chew on?

WELL, what else am i supposed to do?

LIVE free or die trying


P.S., nothing timelier than the apartment, jack lemmon to ponder about all this