Did you hear about the iceberg, twice the size of Hong Kong island, drifting towards Australia from the Antarctic? Amazing. Along with the Copenhagen Summit, it’s another reminder we need to take care of our planet. Icebergs, the ones that just float on and on, are such peaceful…creatures.
Iceland, June 2009.
The crisscrossing wires of Vietnam entertain and perplex me. While walking the city streets, all you need to do is look up and you’ll see a mishmash of black lines hovering above you. What connections do they make? And between whom?
November 2009.
Today, I start a casual job at a Swedish stationery shop, persuading people not only to possess a piece of scandi minimalist-cum-organisation splendour, but to assimilate the lifestyle that has sold itself for so long.
So here’s to more scandilove! And some funds, hopefully, to fuel my increasing wanderlust
Taken while exploring the Australian outback in May 2007.
Because life is about moving on and not looking back (too often).
I can’t decide if I like seasons. I think I do – the change in temperature every 3-4 months is such a welcome change to the homogeneity that is Singaporean weather. Then again, seasons seem to make time go faster, such visual, tactile reminders of the ticking of the clock. Just like this picture.
I am a big fan of walking around the city, especially one as gezellig (cosy) as Amsterdam. Every turn is a surprise; with every blink a discovery. A friend and I were drifting along the side streets and chanced upon this light shop.
I am always in the process of cleaning my room because I am always in the process of stuffing it with new junk. I found a disc containing some shots from late 2004, taken with my Action Sampler Flash. You could tell I was still getting used to the camera as some shots challenged your perception. Nonetheless, here’s one that I really love – friends having a laugh.
After 6 days in Vietnam, my love for most things socialist has been rekindled. Here’s one from my trip to Moscow in June 2007. This, my dear readers, is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the epitome of Soviet architecture – big, imposing and in-your-face. It literally and metaphorically makes one feel small, gazing up.









