world outside my window part twelve

image-left@1130am / and image-right@1730hrs/530pm. an island engulfed by a perpetual cloud of death despair, a snowfall of poisoned particles floating before you ... the local haze situation had just got unhealthy and i've the pounding headaches and shitty-mood to prove it ... and what else could i do but to be trapped stay indoors and bash-up some haze-protectgear-fashions: *heh*

world outside my window part eleven

shaded by the building's shadow, the workers continued to paint the sides of each and every building around my area. ever so often hearing them shout out to the various households; to close their bedroom or kitchen windows - in mixed dialect, english and malay ... these indian workers balancing on gondoliers with pulleys down each side, whose job was to give new life to the weather-wearied walls

world outside my window part ten

braced myself for a day of retribution, of earth's damnation, of ragnarok, of piercing screams and wailing cries of agony and tragedy of a billion strangers, the end of days ~ and all we got was ... rain. and so the day of the damned; the dreaded number of the beast 666 ~ came and left with but a hushed-whisper and all i got out of it was an extremely wet tho cooling morning (great for sleeping

world outside my window part nine

a planned Mother's Day luncheon was nearly thwarted when the heavens opened up the darkened and cloudy flood gates the fine sunday noon just and showered mother earth with his liquid splendor; thereby flooding literally the void deck right outside my house, creating an eerie wet spectacle with haunting silence half expecting a little munchkin to peep out the side of the lift *shudder* or at least

world outside my window part seven

the thing that struck me most about the (live telecast) election results on the night before (6th/7th morning), was less of the inevitable results (altho a tad surprising in statistics) was what Worker's Party Sylvia Lim had said at the podium, in front of WP-supporters, after they had found out their party had lost to PAP was:"We would like to congratulate the PAP on their win ..." (words based

world outside my window part six

and like the many idol (talent?) shows on teeveeland, "we" have and/or are going to vote for "our favourites". yes, tis voting day and all the parades of contestants the past few days have come to a head ... and 10 minutes was all it took to decide on the future of singapore (or at least my constituency lah). the seemingly innocuous and low-key polling center was but a mere stone's throw away;

world outside my window part five

and so im not supposed to talk about the upcoming elections. at least not take any sides overtly nor promote political discussions online ...no, come election day, i'd be queuing up at the ballot-stations and choose a party/group that will eventually govern my constituency and my (eventual) way of life in singapore. and im not supposed to talk about it, not online anyways. truth be told, i don't

world outside my window part four

conspiracy-theories swish around in my dizzy headspace, abandoned by practicality and muddled with a tinge of anger and confusion ... minutes away from leaving the abode, an irresistable blanket of rain envelopes the skies and drowns mother-earth (or at least the eastern part of singapore) with tears of lament and regret ("rainwater" to all you heathens) ... are "they" conspiring to stop me from

world outside my window part three

the frantic clicking began at a minute pass 6am (yes, i stayed-up all nite so i could have a "head-start", idiot that i am *BAH*). the last day of online-tax filing (or "e-filing", as it's all hip+shitte for gov-boards to coin nowsadays *BAH*) ~ and by 640am (and of repeated non-stop mofo-effin' clicking), the deed is done. i am a law-abiding citizen; yet again ... and the irony was it took me

world outside my window part two

and so the trees are no more and if there were any breeze at all, they might have been hiding from me (naughty, naughty breeze), as i wallow in the sweltering humidity that the past days had to offer; as the sun smiles ever so fatally thru yonder window and a weird repugnant whiff overwhelms my sensitive orifice (nostrils, ya schmuckz) and i realized it much too late (if it was indeed the truth)

world outside my window part one

an early morning wake-up call - courtesy of the brain-numbing ruckus of an excavator outside my bedroom window (i stay on the 2nd floor); a norm for the past coupla days and the next thing i know when i peer out thy dusty-window? the trees were no more. maybe that's why there's this persistant hornet trying to get into my room (after a recce trip in the morn), to look for new property; since