Half Full

So the origins of this blog was garnered from the humdrum and fast-paced life of a typical Singaporean. Yeah, pretty cliche I suppose, but don’t we all deserve a little more of hope, love and well, joy in this planet called Earth? So hop on, and join me in my humble ambition to find a little more meaning in whatever rut/problems we’re currently in. There ought to be more to life than this.

people moving in time-lapse.
in, out, in, out.
not knowing what is this rush about.

人来人往,
来来去去。
不知为何所仓促。

My current iPhone game: Dots

Mediocre pixel art lol.

Mediocre pixel art lol.

Christmas cards modeled like Lunar New Year’s red packet all in the name of humor (and because my chinese name is 财成.)

Experiment, experiment, experiment.
Taken with an iPhone
& spot the spelling mistake

Homemade Campbell baked rice sometime back

Homemade Campbell baked rice sometime back

/PROJECT: HOME
Condiments all over dining table, picnic table cloth, laundry drying indoors

/PROJECT: HOME

Condiments all over dining table, picnic table cloth, laundry drying indoors

Because I know that there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will be stories someday, and our pictures will be old photographs and we will all be somebody’s mom and dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I’m looking at her. And she is so beautiful.
I can see it.
It’s one moment you know you are not a sad story. You are alive. and you stand up and you see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this world, I swear, we are infinite.

Because I know that there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will be stories someday, and our pictures will be old photographs and we will all be somebody’s mom and dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I’m looking at her. And she is so beautiful.

I can see it.

It’s one moment you know you are not a sad story. You are alive. and you stand up and you see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and drive with the people you love most in this world.

And in this world, I swear, we are infinite.

Ant Farm

A farewell recipe card for a friend.