the haze craze

what can i say, the topic's pretty much been run to the ground, but the smoke enveloping singapore still gets on my nerves. not that it should REALLY bother me (being a smoker and all) and i just get irked when i can't see a blue sky when i want to, and knowing that one of our neighbours is doing the burning to save a few bucks.

i need a holiday.

rolling with the punches

i've been saving this photo for quite some time, ready to whip it out when i feel i am about to hit rock bottom in the hopes that it will jerk me out of self pity and dejection. at the end of the day, i can't blame anyone for my flame out, for that is what inevitably happens when you decide to pile even more on your already full plate.

i've been asked by friends what i am trying to prove by doing all this, and to be honest, i don't really know. i guess it seemed like a good idea at the time.

i need to learn to let go, and start allotting more time to the people who mean so much to me, instead of burning myself out trying to fill up that bank account.

in the meantime, i'll deal with it.

making chicken salad...

...out of chicken shit.



that's the industry's code phrase for turning something unbelievably boring or unphotogenic into something pretty, or at least somewhat visually palatable. when the info line on your assignment reads: "new security fences installed at changi airport. to take picture of the fence after the safra golf club", you know you're pretty much screwed.

i bet it's too artsy for the paper (read: unpublishable), but i kinda like it.

space filler: poke

no excuses. i suck at maintaining a blog.

just a quick lesson on how you shouldn't stick your butt out when there are lecherous men about.