Big fairs like Art Basel Hong Kong are great for business, but bad for art

Is she? Or Isn’t she?

Hyper realistic sculpture of a kneeling woman.

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Simulacrum Graphica


I was designing a meeting room and decided I should visualise it. I wanted it to be a place where it will  conducive for productive meetings and yet be able to monitor operations through a glass wall. The room is big enough so that it does not feel claustrophobic. To provide a more relaxed environment  I have made the table casually stylized and  decorated walls and floor in homely colours.

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I Didn’t Know It Had A Name!

I Didn't Know It Had A Name!

I was enjoying this Peranakan kueh when I happened to look down at what I was eating. My skin began to crawl and goose bumps began popping up as I stared at the tiny little holes that went all the way through.

I then decided to look it up and post this photo of the cross section of my delicious kueh. Do have have the same reaction when you look at it? Comment ifyou do and describe how you feel. It would be interesting to know if it is different from mine.

“Trypophobia” (Greek for “boring holes” + “fear”) is the irrational fear of clustered holes!
There you have it. Now I have to live with another phobia apart from my acrophobia AND claustrophobia.


February 23, 2014 · 5:39 pm

The Year of the Horse 2014. 新年快乐!

恭喜发财! Here’s wishing all of you  a Prosperous Lunar New Year! A touch of Longevity doesn’t hurt either. 😛

This is the festive period of the year where good food and family values come together.

What is more representative of Chinese New Year custom than the Reunion dinner (年夜飯)?

Glistening grilled shrimps.

Succulent scallops. Sesame oil marinated pork. Bouncy fish spheres (balls sounds too crude ~lol).

The freshest flower crabs with oozing roe.

Spicy chicken curry. And the very intense pork ribs simmered in candlenut (Aleurites moluccana) sauce.

And aside from the gastronomic indulgence. A few images of the festive symbolisms.


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Theatre Tranquillitatis

My Theatre of Tranquility.

Been down lately. Got two of my short stories rejected. I’m kind off trying to get use to this.

Did a stop motion video with the kids. Do check it out

English: Lego car animation created by slow-mo...

English: Lego car animation created by slow-motion. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


It means so much to them and a “like” will encourage them to do better. 🙂

Have great days ahead of you.


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Save My Cushions!

Old and stained to like brand new!

Found This Painted That

Okay, I will!


Pricing out some new cushions for our current two that are faded and stained with tree sap, bird poop and who knows what else, I came across some fabric medium and, remembering how I wish I had tried this product on my Before and After chair, I thought, perfect opportunity to give ‘er a go.

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Having friends over for a BBQ spurred me on to try it sooner rather than later. And yet, somehow, I still managed to wait till the last second to do it.  In other words, don’t look too closely unless you want to notice the sloppy bits.

I wanted to try something a little more than just solid colour, some kind of fun design.  Summer just allows for bright, whimsical decorating.  That’s what I think, anyway.  How about applying some summer related words!

Follow the mixing directions on the bottle.  Mine says…

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Undying Pt2

The second part of my first zombie short story.


Singapore-flyer-12jul2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The inky darkness of the corridor lies before me, an invitation to the gates of hell. The power in the uppers floors must have been cut off. Someone must have thought that the husks would not be able to see in the dark but I know it is the smell of live flesh that directs them rather than sight.

I call out her name as loud as I dare to at intervals as I move down the corridor. Some of the doors are left open and a quick glance inside shows evidence of the occupants having to leave abruptly leaving luggage and personal items behind. It seems so futile and I consider giving her up for dead or un-dead. The corridor ends at an exit to the stairwell. I climb up the stairs to the next level. I gently open the door and carefully poke my head through. This time I may be in luck. I hear muffled yells coming from one of the open doors. I dash up but stop short of the entrance.

The hotel room is a mess. Bed sheets and pieces of clothing are strewn everywhere. A body sits at the sofa. Its head looks bashed in and the cause, a bloodied brass table lamp on its lap. Further into the sitting room is a full length window which allows me to see city skyline and the Singapore Flyer in the foreground. Spidery cracks radiate from the point of impact on the glass panel. A flipped over armchair lies near it. Did Jaslyn try to escape by trying to break through the window?

I see light flashing behind a pillow on the ground. It is coming from a smartphone. Could be Jaslyn’s. I pick it up and turns on the screen. It displays my last message to her. A photo frame lies next to it its glass splintered. It shows the three of us when times were better.

As I walk closer to the panel I make out sounds of scratching. I turn round a pillar I halt and I hear my own sharp intake of breath. A group of three husks is crowding outside the toilet clawing at the door. I can clearly see two figures inside through the frosted glass.

“Is someone out there?” I hear a man call out.

I have to draw them away. I took out my lighter and flick it on. I pull out the butane canister from my belt and give it a good shake, hoping that it works just like in the movies. I press down on the button and the jet mist of flammable fuel ignites readily. The methane from the decomposition catches fire almost immediately. I move the spray in a zig-zag pattern making sure the husks are fully on fire.

There are no screams of pain coming from the mouths but only bubbling sounds mixed with the crackling of fire. They seem disoriented two dropped to the carpet smouldering. The third one, with a woman’s figure, rush in my general direction. I sidestep it easily and it smashes into the window. The glass shatters and the husk goes right through and out, it’s long hair burning and trailing smoke as it falls.

“Larry is that you?”

I turn to the voice. I must be in heaven to see this beautiful angel before me. A most welcome sight.


“Hey friend, thank you.” It is Alex. Both of them were nearly naked save for their underwear. They must have been in bed when it all went down.

“Thank goodness you are here! We’ve been in there for more than a day. You don’t know how…”

Jaslyn runs up to hug me but she does not make it. As she steps over one of the burnt husk it suddenly lashes out and grabs her ankle pulling her down.

“No!” She screams in full terror.

I grab the armchair and smash it down with all my might on the husk but it is already biting large chunks of her ankle and leg. The armchair breaks and I take a broken leg and with all the force I can muster, drive the leg like a stake into the eye of the husk.

Alex watches in silence.

I cradle her head and I see her eyes glazing over. It is too swift. The corruption courses through in her veins. I want to vent all my anger at God or the devil if indeed this is the work of either.

Jaslyn tries to say something to me, her voice coming in gasps.

“He…brought…it. The …thing.”

I lift my head up and look straight into Alex’s eyes.

“What the hell is she talking about?”

“W..what? Nothing. It’s not my fault. I bought this armadillo from South America. It escaped…”

“Tell me you have something to save her.”

She looks at me with her pleading eyes.


Then she convulses violently, guttural sounds emit from deep down her throat and then a wail of pain or despair.

From the corner of eyes I see Alex slowly backing himself out of the room.

My tears flow freely when I place her head down.

I contemplate pushing her out of the opening in the window before she fully turns but a better idea comes to me.

I turn about and walk purposefully past Alex and out of the room. I slam the door shut before jamming it with a fire extinguisher.

“What are you doing?” shrieks Alex, banging on the door.

The last sounds I hear as I go away are Alex’s pleas and whimpers.

English: Zombies

English: Zombies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



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