Monday, August 6, 2012

two hours in beijing

with a couple hours left to spare before heading for the airport, i went to the olympic park in beijing.

upon reaching the entrance, i was greeted by this signboard, which i later realised was pasted liberally everywhere.


i very quickly realised why there was this need for the signboard.

-.-


the entire field of what i supposed should be lovely sunflowers were striped bare.

there, families were happily harvesting sunflower seeds from freshly plucked sunflowers.

such a strange feeling- that something so wrong should feel so right. 

something so irritating and inconsiderate, should fill any onlooker's heart with warmth.  =)
such is life. i could have gotten lovely sunflower pic shots, but instead what i got were blissful family portraits.

unexpected feelings from unexpected moments. unexpected results, when your mind stays open









Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The courage to be nothing at all

Ever gotten so bored of your own cowardice that you can't get to sleep?

Well, here I am. Wide awake at 2am on a weeknight, feeling lousy about my sore lack of guts to just do something I've always wanted to do with my life.

Which is to be a poor, happy, good-for-nothing bum.

Just imagine!

None of that self-actualization crap that the capitalist society so conveniently crams into our subconscious. If an ant can feel contented just following the ass of his fellowant, I don't see why i need a performance appraisal to prove myself as a society-worthy human.

No waking up at 7 (ok fine, I admit to waking at only 9 when that's the time I should be in office) 5 out of 7 days of my life, which is like X percentage of my entire life, which I'm too lazy to whip out a calculator to count, but which i'm goddamn sure is a depressingly high one.

Drinking teh halia downstairs at the Indian stall at 11am, surfing cute puppies while all other mortals slog away. Hell, I'm pretty darn sure even Bill Gates is working at that time (and Steve Jobs too, I'm sure, high up as he is now, is probably reselecting a better font for the signboards that say '5 clouds away from Heaven's door' and perfecting the angel halo symbol.

Back to my perfect lil life. And then I'll be trudging back up, playing with my three adorable ratties and letting them run wild in the bf's place and making this our little secret (don't worry he doesn't read my blog cause he's a hardcore cubicle rat). Strange how I'm always attracted to rodents.

And then I'll regress (or should I say progress) to being a professional housewife. I shall be diligent in supervising the maid to complete all household chores. I will contribute to increased jobs for everyone by conscientiously buying things on a whim. I think this is where my true talent lies.

There's only one lil problem. And that's the dreary sound of the alarm clock blaring me into the harsh reality of bad office vicinity food, a dusty messy workstation of- oh this is amazing I'm sleepy already.

I'm such a wimp! And even wimps gotta sleep, so good night, folks.

See ya in your cubicle.

Monday, February 21, 2011


Saturday, February 19, 2011



happy birthday dad!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

大の工程

i lost my cherry earring in the club
so the sweet bf took it upon himself to make me one



kitty kitty


kitty on the volcanic tops of Japan



kitty basking in park

artsy kitty at Haji Lane

kitty under my block


why so extreme?
i would much prefer doing up posters of cats anytime.

some doodling for the day

Friday, January 28, 2011





Friday, January 7, 2011


how can the toilets at my office be SO cobwebby?

don't people need to pee here?

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

art



art nowadays is so overrated. this piece looks like the result of leaving a black marker and correction fluid with a five year old with a fetish for squares.


inspired, i set out to create my own wall murals.

my version of a crocky high on pot:

his favourite stoned buddy:

and this is what happens when they get together:



a colourful meal never hurt anyone



the girl who stares at goats



i felt like the Girl Who Stares at Goats when taking this pic

pray tell me, how is a tin bird representative of Singapore?
i would've thought a madame tussauds figure of Phua Chu Kang might have been better. Or maybe one of Jack Neo soliciting another of his young girls.

the legendary Darkie toothpaste!

Darlie in its early racist years. what a rare find!



hardcore gamer


the chap was using his chair side as a mousepad

China, you are not alone

i wonder who would win in the battle to the funniest english bloopers, china or vietnam?

Other than seeing a restaurant sign saying No Pay, No Delicious, a Legion DVD i bought (did i just post proof of my own crime?) has this most amusing review at the back, likely ripped off the net by some unsuspecting dude who (very unfortunately) picked of all internet reviews, the lousiest one possible.


for the curious, i didn't watch this movie after reading the review.

the review did serve its purpose after all, saving me from a bad show and saving 2 hours of my life.

wearit nüe

QUESTION: what does a bo-liao girl do with free time on her hands?

ANSWER: she takes quirky pictures and starts another blog!



in my wearit nüe (a designerish, act-all-cool version of wear it new) pet project, i wear my (and anyone else's, if they'll let me) clothes and stuff in a new way. in short, breathe life into pieces that you might have otherwise chucked away, all forgotten and yellowed in a cracked old corner.

and one day, when i am famous, i shall start another spinoff blog brand. here, i will sell new self-designed clothes at exorbitant designerish prices and use the $ to buy other people's designerish shit.

and this, my friends, is my grand masterplan to retire before the age of 40.

Remember, you read it here first.



Wednesday, December 15, 2010

I don't understand why Boon Keng always seems to have this problem with water. Last year it was a bout of uncontrolled rain in front of the fruit stall. And now, a burst water pipe, ironically next to the fire hose reel.
Apparently the ghost craze extends past Halloween. Just check out this shop somewhere near Teo Heng KTV. I think the ghastly screamings of out-of-tune KTV goers prompted some guy to start a Ghostbuster shop.

And it was open at 2a.m. Not surprising, since his customers probably need his services at unearthly times.

Check out his comprehensive marketing in-store. Complete with LCD screen and article reports on his one-of-a-kind service (probably all from LianHeWanBao).