Here is a picture of Lenson when we were in New Zealand at the top of Queenstown! :)

New Zealand Day 6.

I know this is long overdue and you may have probably forgotten all about the trip but day 6 is BUNGY-JUMP DAY.

Shopping At Ikea.

Jams For Lunch.

About many weeks ago Yin Xue and I made a very impromptu decision to play for Jams For Lunch.
Jams for Lunch is like this performance thing that happens during lunch time in my school.

Fort Canning.

Black White HDR.

Okay goodnights.

Kite Flying.

Went kite flying on National Day with Timothy, Yurong and Melanie at Sengkang. At least, we attempted to fly our kite.

East Coast Sunrise.

Lenson's Lens Hood.

Went to help Lenson shoot his video project thing involving lots of explosions and gunfire and meteors! Unfortunately it was a video project about Computer Generated Images, so we didn't actually shoot any explosions and gunfire and meteors. (But you could so imagine the Transformers soundtrack playing)

Couple of other pictures:

On an unrelated note, Minghui's latest favourite words seem to be syllogism and bourgeois. From reading a book on Logic and Socialism respectively. Bourgeois Syllogism. I have no idea how to pronounce these words properly, but I like the spelling. They sneakily have a double l in syllogism to confuse people like me when pronouncing it. And bourgeois just sounds weird, like some Singaporean saying bo your gee ois!

I'm not making sense hahahahaha. The book on logic is having an opposite effect.

Swimming Plasters.

Today I went swimming. I rarely swim on a weekend, because it costs 20 cents more (ya i know right 20 cents!!), and because it's really crowded and I'm always banging and bumping into people. But anyways, I went to swim at Sengkang, which is pretty much the only pool around the area. Meaning it's like the City Hall of swimming pools.

I was swimming in the continuous lap center lane, and I was somewhere around the middle of a lap, when I had to slow down because there was a woman in front of me. Then I noticed that she had a plaster on her heel, probably because of some feet-mangling shoes she wore, and that the plaster was flapping about with each stroke. It was waving around like it belonged on a bed of corrals, like it was the antiseptic tail of a fish, like handkerchiefs waved by damsels in distress.

Then the plaster came off and I watched in revulsion and horror as it started floating innocently towards me.

I immediately changed lanes and overtook the woman and that floating plaster. And on the return lap you could see the plaster suspended in the water; drawn to the currents caused by the people swimming around it (and touching some of those people as well).

I think I shall swim at school more often. The swimming pool at my school has a 3-metre deep end, and most of the time there are only 4 or 5 people swimming in the 10 lanes. And the people swimming there don't wear plasters because they're all manly/sporty people. And best of all, entry is free. :)