I WAS YOUR SILVER LINING

But Now I'm Gold.

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20TH, LUGE:

A random cloudy Monday at Sentosa. Long overdue because I jst found these in my phone.

26TH, BIRTHDAY BOY

The Grandchildren:

Amanda, my sister


Alexandra the closest cousin, who calls us the "original 3"


Keith


Victoria


Valerose




76!

27TH, SIMP:

28TH, FTB:

Full To Bursting

Newton for Bak Chor Mee, Carrot Cake, Stingray, Kang Kong, BBQ Chicken Wings, LaLa


Leang Seah for dessert




Decor = Up!










Desserts= HUAT AH!


Passenger Seat


Selegie

28TH, READ! SINGAPORE CLOSING:

The theme was Characters Come Alive

Julian, Shadow Of The Wind


Daughter & Father, Lee


Mr Lee


Ying, Tanjong Rhu


2nd Ying

The Shepherd, The Alchemist

I've been told that I don't put as much effort into blogging as I used to, say last year. This could perhaps be so with the type-written literature of litany, but I fear my words purvey more/less than I wish to. They are traitorous, tyranical things; words. These aforementioned words used to be carved out of my still palpitating heart to be served to the desensitized masses. Pictorial depiction of pleasantville is cathartic enough at this point.

Clearer of them the better, I quip (I am verbose, I prefer a vocal medium).

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Kenny> Now I'm not imba. WS is. And thanks for loving my handbag.
Gwen> CP Club. :D
Secret Friend> Lets meet. For real.
Vern> Fish Soup? Gardens? Soon? And I put up your Lust thing. (: