Do you like cake?
If you do, head down to the nearest Prima Deli for waffles and swiss rolls. Mmmm mmm.

Does your dog like cakes?
If you are insane enough to feed your dog cake & the mutt actually likes it, head down to the pet shop in NEX Serangoon for some canine confection.

Pet shop. A place to pamper your pets with unexplainable things.

The counter where you purchase specially made cakes for pets.

As you can see, it's not only cakes. It's biscuits, macarons, sweet breads, cookies and misc other stuff to feed your dog & fool yorself into thinking they appreciate it.

They even have a pretty cream chiffon. Aww.... .... Not for human consumption.

Ending off with some dog pictures.

A fabulous way of decadently pampering & reducing any sort of diginity your pet has.

A list of what I wishfully wish Santa would put in my forelorn & neglected sock.

yashica electro 35 GSN

A whole shelf of tin toys.

China. An edible version of it so I can crumple into a wad, ingest it & distill the knowledge of thousands of years of old bearded men & their ink painting traditions.

Steven Brust, Iorich. OMG, someone please get me this book!!

This is my Christmas list & I ought to go back to studying Sesshu's awe-inspiring ink painting save that I'm starting to hate him & am blogging as an excuse not to start work.
START WORK!!

B a n a n a & F i s h e s.

I visit this site everytime I feel that the world has come to an end.
It ended last Sunday.
But we don't care. Don't care. Don't care. Yeah.
只是这次真的死了

Some people... ... haih.... *shakes head*

~

When plane engines fall through your roof
and I broke my knee while walking down the street that I lived in
while no one was passing by

Life comes along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time moves along and it breaks every bone in your spine

Fall into the river
our pocket full of stones
full of stones

~
Larkin Step by Ling Kai
(c l i c k)

It's (almost) over!!!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH

Gonna start playing heroes of M&M III again.
And sleep. Yes, sleep. Oh Sleep, my friend, how I have missed you. I will romantically take you to bed & stay there with you in this rainy season for as long as I possibly can.

I always thought Brand's essence of chicken was quite possibly the most vile tasting of all drinkable things. Very possibly worse than drinking urine.

But I'm immensely depressed this week & have caught myself gulping down bottle after bottle of this repulsive liquid like soup. Funny how being depressed can make your tastebuds torture itself with essence of chicken.

Want to hear a morbid story?

No. Of course you don't. But I have to tell it anyway because that's what depressed people do on their blogs.

Well, once upon a time there lived a hard disk - named Danny. He is so named because of a mondo huge glow in the dark T-Rex skeleton sticker pasted onto him that has long fell off.
Danny was black, dull and unimpressive in appearance, as are most hard-disks. But he was a hardworking, diligent being with a good sense of humour despite having a shakey USB connection port which he was born with. So I don't blame him.

He never gave me any serious trouble & I never had to discipline the chap by brutally reformatting his average but cheerful brain-chips.

Until today.

Danny died on me today.

I suddenly feel that I cannot write about the tragic and infuriating circumstances concerning his death & my great discomfort even though I set out on this blog entry to do so.

Abrupt end to post. *angst and gloom*

Someone. I think she needs her cake.

Allie is the Cake God. (click)

B R A I N

F R Y

Well, well ... ...

If it isn't that special time of the year where time suddenly takes the form of freshly baked cookies that mysteriously disappear right before your eyes. Yum.

If you have found the quality of posts on my blog to be dishearteningly lacking - don't panic. I feel the same way too. I'd like to elaborate but I'm feeling very sleeeeeepyy.... .... for some reason.

To end off this indolent post, I'll quote Sir Adams who says : I Love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

Words of wisdom I shall meditate on for my 2 quizes tomorrow. Amen.

I realise I've been posting quite some lazy posts these days (Big pictures, little words) much like the nursery pop-out books we love to shamelessly abuse.

Do I have an explanation?

No.

... But I do have a picture unabashly stolen from some clever person's site and pasted into this post without his or her prior knowledge whatsoever to my thieving online atrocity.

Someone stab that insolent shroom please.

My room is in a perpetual state of utter mess.
No matter how many times I clean up (not too often), the moat of haphazard papers and plastic bags of all origins just mysteriously grow out of the marble flooring like happy mushrooms, much to the chagrin of my mum.

This uncontrolled growth pattern has spurred my dad to get me yet another Toyogo cupboard which will be installed today and subsequently neglected.

Doing some self-reflection, I realise I don't want the mess to go away.

It must be some unconcious state of mind that prevents my hands from organizing my things into neat systematized blocks. Some part of me cries out for a rich and colourful pool of mess at the foot of my bed.

You see, in a mess, you can't find your things easily.
And therein lies the inexplicable wonder of being surprised by your mess. Because you never know where exactly your thing is in a mess pile, there is always a chance that you can't find it. And then there is a chance that you can. It's a surprise. It's also the joy of sieving through a sea of rubbish in search of that lost coin.

I'm very protective of my mess.
I give specific instructions to everyone in my family not to touch my mess. Don't clean it. Don't rearrange it. Don't do anything to it. Because everything is in its proper place.


Or maybe I'm just plain lazy.

I've had enough this time ,
Give me back my boots you swine
It's your fault you hate me .


† camera obscura

These pictures just breaks my heart .





Rolling Homes: Handmade Houses on Wheels by Jane Lidz

Sitting in the back of the trunk, with a guitar and a dog, and the whole forest listening to you . Going wherever, whenever .
Going away, away, away from here .

Other than being an astronaut - my other wish ... ... really .... is living in a book shop.


1974 way home( wine book Cafe)

I should go back to Hong Kong one day.
Visit my cousins in Kowloon.
Sleep in that ultra-tiny hostel room.
Buy 50 packets of Old Wives Biscuits.

And visit this fabulous cafe.

Afterschool Cafe & Design

Nervous ... Nervous ... Nervous ....
Glad it came out ok.

A bag of stunned ping pong balls patiently awaiting impending doom.

Well, if this doesn't look like a spanking awesome shop I'd love to bury my poor sore stressed-laden head into.

Strangelets at Amoy Street.

I realise how utterly messy I am.

I just cleaned out my room before school started and now I've got a bunch of disorganised shelves and a "moat" beside my bed. Sprung up from the wells of laziness and benevolent neglect.

Let me waddle in my muck until I have the time to clean it up. "Hello procastination - my favourite friend" ~ JY


I realise I blog a lot when I'm stressed. Like now.

I love Mid Autumn festivals.

It's one of the rare romantic fests that have you sitting under the moonlight, sipping tea from microscopic tiny chinese tea cups (& stroke your beard - if you so have one).

Unglam shot of dad setting the tea table.

I am an ardent fan of snowskin green tea mooncakes but when I ran down to Bengawan Solo - Damn!! They were all out of it.

Dad, who just came back from China, inexplicably managed to cram no less than 5 million packets of mooncakes from god-knows-where. Mysterious, mysterious ....

Beijing Mooncake.

This Beijing mooncake has MEAT inside. And lots of sunflower seeds and nuts. And meat. Yes meat. Why meat was doing in there will remain an unfathomable enigma of oriental origins ... ...

Shanghai Mooncake.

Looking more like airplane cheesecake than anything else, this Shanghai mooncake tastes a lot - I say A LOT - like CNY pineapple tarts. I think there was candied melon bits inside. But WHOA, this is really pushing mooncake envelope quite a bit.

We also had green tea-citrus lotus paste mooncake and mooncakes shaped like nuclear explosion mushroom clouds. We brewed 3 types of tea. Chrysanthemum tea, Green tea and Rotten tea that we only realised after my dad checked the container. My brother drank half the pot. What a goner.

Tea. It may kill you.

Proceed to hang up lanterns.

It's fun to play with fire once in awhile. Younger sister gets handed the battery-powered one with music. Kidding.


Sparklers with noise. Yeahhh~~~