whilst reunion dinners are a-going, the streets of chinatown reeks of much emptiness, save for tourists. armed with my camera, tristram shandy, $15 and a good pair of energizerwalkingbunny legs, i trooped round corners like club st, amoy st, ann siang hill, tanjong pagar and joined the crowd amidst the chinatown fiesta at night.

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desiring the magic whilst a-slogging to work. kudos to the unseen heroes who clean up after our mess.



esoteric shophouses in even-more-esoteric lanes.



my view from the almost vacant kopitiam where i rested, with the book, herbal tea and terrible teh-ping. Operation Stranger was in the air - the fullness of Possibilities.



the dawn of the new night.



eve of cny. quiet empty lanes. you can even dance in peace.



hy and i, as cogs in the wheels of Festivities.



sepia-tinted Past.



bak kwa and i, go very nicely together.

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guess who's back in the house?

that House-Invader literally killed Operation Stranger. there goes my new year plans. but for all this, welcome back.

honestly, i like. verymanymanymuch more than anything else. *smilessmiles*

you dope, i will smack you. and hide your glasses.