The Observer (read on)

Behind this door is where the Starbucks’s kitchen lies.

I was waiting for Jo to get his lunch at Parco. The monument was nicely-erected but I thought it was the blinds that made it looked extra erotic.

My best friend and her boyfriend in their own world. I think they forgotten I was still there.

SAW II. Just that my fingernails are still intact.

I have been through the April rain.

I was at home, lying on my couch when the usually soaring vaulted ceilings appear as a low, black void that day. (Or was it just me)

This was the first time I actually tried my hands on a SLR camera during Maryanne’s class. I thought the cross looked somewhat lonely yet brave under the sky.

I had the gardener to pose for me. I thought he looked like a Japanese soldier which I find very intriguing ‘cuz he made me feel like I have lived through the Syonan’s days.

I was in a cab, on my way to International Plaza with Bumpy basking under the sun on my thighs.

I was walking past the stretch of houses at Loyang Rise. I thought the long shadows encroached on the old walls looked lovely.

My window panels shadowed with your infidelity.