keeping dry from the rain.

Suffice to say that it is good enough for now.

A stranger's reflection.

What happens when you take the living out of life is you start losing it bit by bit until you finally lose track of yourself entirely and all that's left are stories from another lifetime.

You'll know when you know.

Overnight, so many things can change.

Sometimes it’s inexplicable. A sudden almost uncontrollable urge to do anything that would affirm the fact that we’re alive. An overwhelming desire to hear the voice of just that one particular person for no comprehensible reason.

Sometimes it’s random inspiration. Stubbing out your last cigarette and swearing never to touch another again. Making new resolutions and overdue confessions.

Sometimes it’s just life that happens, that and its un-poetic realities. Milk goes bad yet again. People lose their jobs. In turn, you lose what you always thought were unshakeable anchors in your life. The weather gets better, then worse. Accidents happen. A somber realization that when life throws a curveball at you, crying, among other things, does not help. On the other hand, friends who show genuine support (rather than false sympathy), steadfastness and understanding (rather than emotional solidarity), do.

I’m afraid I might be going mad from keeping it all in, trying to hold it together. To do the adult thing - keep smiling and nodding and listening and talking when all I want to do is shout and scream and punch something till I pass out.

Walk on by..

Today was my day off from IMF duties, so I hopped on down to Chinatown for lunch with my lovely Chaz. First was yummy sandwiches at Bratwurst Cafe. Then it was on to Mr Teh Tarik for pretty darn good Teh Halia (that's ginger tea for the uninitiated). Such bliss and a treasure trove of photo-worthy finds. Definitely a good day.

Telok Ayer

Old and New / Yin & Yang

Sin Bee Trading Coffee Powder

Colour revival

Overlapping histories

Multiple options

Doorway

Prayers of the faithful

Temple wisdom

Deliverance

Guardian of the gates

The forgotten generation

A matter of perspective?

Look at anything from another angle long enough and what's hidden may begin to reveal itself. It's the same with people. Sometimes you think you know someone when you actually really don't.