Packing process

Got tired of packing up my room, so decided to take some pictures to amuse myself

Giant: Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman!
Me: Oops sorry, you smelled a pig sty... errr my pig sty
Giant: Yours? The more i want to eat you! MUAHAHAHA!
Me: Arrrrggghhhhh!!! Have mercy on me! I was just trying to pack my room!

Alrite, let's move on (anyway for those curious friends, the giant showed mercy on me so i could continue my blog)


Aaah yes my loyal bottle of friends, the red wines... let me introduce one particular chap to you.

"There is a Mr Jacob('s) Creek who stays in Sutter Home, who is now going on a holiday to Bordeaux. And plans to surprise his lover with a bouquet of Rose from Tyrrell"

okok, i know it's crappy :)



And this is the Rose that Mr Jacob plans to surprise his lover with :P
(my favourite wine so far, thanks for buying me this wine)



And then there was a shot glass who smiled and told me a secret, "I don't have a drinking problem. I'm just very thirsty"



My favourite wireless mouse... it looks happy charging itself now, but is actually quite disturbed. It told me one night, "I swear to find my missing tail"



Back to packing now...

Rolling stone

Moving out of Ghim Moh soon...

Sunset...
Used to run till the sun sets, a long winding run
passing the greens and slopes, feeling refreshed after that



The horizon... from my window
and my former college, the former RJC at the bottom right corner



Trees and bougainvillaeas...
a place to unwind, a place to chat,
a place for warm-ups before my runs



Rolling over to the neighboring Holland Village in early Dec...

I will miss Ghim Moh.