i wonder,

is hope foolish?

finally finished food security slides. whoop. i love changi village. absolutely explore-worthy. we stumbled upon a fish shop with the prettiest fishes (it's got to be pretty damn pretty for a fish hater like me to be in awe) and stingrays and tubs of baby crabs and snails with spiderman motiffs painted on them and tinytanks filled with baby terrapins. also stumbled upon a shop overflowing with ethnic printed clothings. from indian sundresses, to japanese boleros, to thai skirts. they even sold plain colored overalls. or rather "coveralls". you know, the kind that workers wear. i always thought they looked damn cute cos they practically look like colorful, albeit headless, persons.

and i find looking at trees strangely therapeutic.

oh yes. my mum dropped my camera! boo to her :( cos now the battery cover cannot shut properly. roar. honestly, i love my mum and all, but she has a tendency to destroy my things. harsh as that sounds. but it's true and even she knows it. one of my clearest childhood memories is how she took my painting and added on things to it, with good intentions, but I HATED IT. and i got so pissed i cried and cried. (this is a childhood memory. hence childish behaviour.) and yes. that basically sums up how it is. at the same time, to me my mum is superwoman as well. she's always got a solution for everything. and when she doesnt, well that's when you should panic. hurr. and well she's superwoman in many many other ways as well. but i shall not go into another random discussion. oh but, she has actually started blogging. as of today in fact. somehow, the idea of a parent blogging is just so weird to me. but well. haha. welcome, mum, into the world of blogging then! :)