Mr. Freud, why are you so strange?

yummy!

i always liked this... it was never used though. and now that both my boss has quit I don't think they'll mind me showing this!

copyrights withholded

zebra head

charcoal doodle

Sometimes I go... Huh?

The best part of my try out. I don't like to fail. Failures look ugly.
I want to make beautiful.

but then ugly is a lazy thing.

They say you reap what you sow. But the packet of beans I bought doesn't say how many beans I have to sow before I grow a giant bean stalk.

sour nectarines

of Alexander the Lion Head

of socks! stuck between my toes

My cravings

Because I had serious cravings for Chey Tao Kueh. Black. UGH!!! With a cup of warm milo. hmmmmm..... and some Chinese New Year goodies. *runs around hysterically*

Of bikes and tired eyes

I smell of beer and cigarettes. It makes my throat itch and entertain thoughts of another organic tofu diet. Now if only tofu wasn't quite so expensive here. Shio was right. I am falling sick right after her.

I'm just a selfish bitch

Of laptops that suffer

That's how my laptop looks like when I met him in person. He hasn't had a proper shut eye in 3 days now.

Evil Bao

okay. So staying alone with serious lack of sleep and thinking too much can do strange things to your brain... what else?

Of Gunshots, Fireworks and Pegion Poop

Graphite and brown pencil (acrylic for the poop)

Ugly is such a lazy thing - Project on the River Thames

"When you are disinterested in something you lose control of your mind and fail to see beauty. Ugly is such a lazy thing!" clara.

I finally heard gunshots today! Not like that's a particular occasion to celebrate but at least now I know how to distinguish between gunshots and firecrackers. Firecrackers goes "pop-pop pop" quite rapidly and the more obvious ones crackle and whistle at the end. Gunshots goes a quite deep "pop" pause.... and "pop" and is usually followed 10 minutes later by police sirens.

Not too big a concern unless you start to hear people screaming which fortunately hasn't happened. I just need to know how they sound like so I don't pop out happily for milk and eggs at Tesco thinking they're celebrating Halloween with firecrackers. 

The majority of Singaporeans would never have encountered a gun and so am relatively clueless what in the world you'd do with one. My classmate told me gangs usually fire it into the air to mark locations, threaten (I'm thinking howling at the moon doesn't go down well with macho-looking hoodie man) or celebrate birthdays. Woah, they sure know how to celebrate in London! And here I am thinking only Countries and the Queen gets gunfire salutes on their birthdays.

Of Autumn and Black Fur

It's winter but only starting to finally look like autumn. A quick sketch of a guy who's originally staring at the paparazzi chasing an unknown British star (at least unknown to me). But hey, that doesn't fit in the romantic surroundings!

The dust here is strange strains of short blackish thread or fur like things. I thought they descended from my coat but realise there's no way threads from my coat could magically float into my bathroom and settle on the basin or get stuck up my nose when I'm not wearing it. But that's too much information.

I'm sleepy, but I need to work harder.

River Thames

watercolour

Mile End

watercolour and ink