In the past, it was said that men would look for a mate with wide hips which was associated with a woman's fertility.  Last weekend, I came across this mannequin at Central Mall in Bangkok.  The addition of the very wide horns on the mannequin's head does make her more appealing, don't you think? 

On another matter, I was told to handcarry 6 paintings by the counter staff onboard my return Tiger Airways flight.  I got a tad worried because I found out then that budget airlines like Tiger Airways do not give preferential treatment to fragile items.  Would there be space on the aircraft to dock my paintings safely?  What if the air stewardesses on the plane tell me to check them in instead because I was definitely carrying excess of the permitted 7kg for that 1 piece of handcarry?  My friends assured me the staff onboard would have to handle that and I need not fret over my precious paintings.  Well, I found out that my 6 paintings could fit into the very wide and deep overhead cabins! A steward shared that he had actually climbed into it (being very bored one day and to amuse his female colleagues) and lay down with his limbs all stretched out!  Now we all know how much handcarry items we can actually bring up onto the plane!

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...are actually painstakenly cut from metal by an artist whose work was featured at the recent Singapore Binnacle.  And yes, they are only painted only on one side - that is, the one you see in the first picture.

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I have real busy adjusting to my new pad and intensive work commitments (my tuition kids are all having their finals or national examinations!).  You know the usual - moving furniture, boxes, packing and unpacking them, fussing over minor defects around the house etc.  And it is NOT over yet.

I guess moving out has its perks and its lows.  One of the latter, much to my amusement, is breaking the basic law when doing laundry.

This was one of my favourite tees from a long time ago. Before I reduced its status to that of a rag, I decided to take a picture of it.

A few days later, in a hurry to fill up my washer, I threw in the whites into the drum with other coloured clothes.  The outcome was obvious.  My whites, including my socks, turned blue all over (You have to click on the picture to see the bluish tinge clearly).  The culprit was the plant dyes used on the pillow cover which I had gotten while trekking in Vietnam a few years back. 

Given that this was my thrid time operating the new washer, I decided to be more forgiving towards myself.  

To look at the incident more objectively of course, apart from being careles, I was just plain lazy.  :) 

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22 July 2007.  I look back on that day as the saddest day of my life - the day my pet dog had to be put to sleep.  

January got too sick.  On top of that, she refused to swallow her pills.  She was pretty old as well - all slightly more than 17 years.

On that fateful day, it had to rain when I drove her to the vet.  She probably knew something was amiss and thus she got restless at the passenger seat.  Eventually she defaecated on her seat.  I had to stop at a side road to let her move her bowels.  Both of us got drenched eventually.  

I was not angry with her for soiling the seat.  I was just mad at myself for making that decision to put her to sleep.  The rainy weather made tearing a lot easier though.  

I was with her during her last moments on the operating table.  After the vet assistant had injected some bright greenish liquid into her, she collapsed, like a heap of cards, in a matter of seconds into my arms.    The rain outside had already stopped.   I wept buckets.

Up to this day, I've never felt so sad - not even for a human person.  

It took quite awhile to bring myself to take this picture of the urn containing her ashes.  I did not want to include her picture here because that would be too painful.  

Do dogs go to heaven?  I seriously think they deserve to.   

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My view of the world.

The view under shelter (Toa Payoh Central - my new estate in a week's time).

The view of the top 

(checking out the sky from the pool at my workplace).

The view beneath (strange that some people just love it).

Disclaimer :  No saint, clouds, lighting fixtures or child 

were harmed during the various shoots.

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Like Icarus*, without heed, we sometimes fly too close, too soon,

*Escape from Crete
Icarus' father, Daedalus, a talented craftsman, attempted to escape from his exile in Crete, where he and his son were imprisoned at the hands of King Minos, the king for whom he had built the Labyrinth to imprison the Minotaur. Daedalus, the master craftsman, was exiled because he gave Minos' Daughter, Ariadne, a clew of string in order to help Theseus survive the Labyrinth.

Daedalus fashioned a pair of wax wings for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. Overcome by the sublime feeling that flying gave him, Icarus soared through the sky joyfully, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted his wings. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea in the area which bears his name, the Icarian Sea near Icaria, an island southwest of Samos.

Source : Greek Mythology, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus_(mythology)

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I'm one of what humans deem as 

the wild sexy Priscilla on Pulau Ubin (2001).

In case you don't believe how famous I am, 

here's a sign erected to my honour in 2002.

Eversince my fame has spread beyond Ubin to the little red dot, 

humans have been flocking in droves to watch me in action - like sunbathing, 

under the pretense of conserving my playground, Chek Jawa.  

SAINT2 NEWSFLASH

Since 2002, Priscilla has not been spotted around Chek Jawa 

by the Saint2 paparazzi team.  

Based on our forensic experts' numerous encounters 

with dead chameleons,   

stray tortises,

crabs and catfishes,

we conclude that Precilla must have either 

1) eloped with Mas Salamat to a neighbouring country

OR

2) gone over to another neighbouring country 

to join on its wild and wacky elections 

in order to achieve greater infamy.

While we mourn the loss of another national treasure, 

we wish Priscilla all the best 

and will continue in our endeavour 

to seek out more wild foreign talents 

to add to our sterile land.

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Theme : strings

As some of you may know, my new pad is undergoing major renovations.

Strings of wires hang everywhere on the ceiling.

Or in bundles scattered all around the floor.

These men, whose job was to replace the air-con condensor perched on the ledge just outside my kitchen window, are literally hanging by the threads of their lives...

 
...with the aid of safety ropes made of numerous strings intertwined together and attached precariously to the side of the building. 

And they do this everyday.  Well, more or less. 

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Theme : Beautiful



After the raging storm, the skies became clear again. I wandered along a narrow strip of beach and chanced upon this teenage girl. She did what we all love to do on a patch of sandy canvas - draw, scribble. The smiley face she drew on the sand reflected the sweet relief everyone felt after having waited out the storm. It was then when she turned back and smiled - that was the beautiful moment.

Beautiful smiles,
Pulau Ubin, 1999

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Howdee there!

Actually, the tall member of the animal kingdom meant, "Got food?"

Check out how it contorts and almost wrinkles its extremely long tongue in loops to reach for the quick snack!

There you go! Are you wrinkling your face in amusement or disgust yet?

Enjoy your breakfast or whichever next meal you are having!

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I came across this rather colourful statue at Bangkok Zoo a few weeks ago.

Guess what she does to unwary visitors who have no choice but to walk past her?

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Lesson for the day :
Never walk past a very crossed woman. Lest you be blessed with a very colourful and wet showdown.

P.S. You can count the synchronised seconds to avoid the spray.

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