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Week #3 and Week #4

20/01/2014 [20/365], Sardines in a train.
21/01/2014 [21/365], The long road ahead.

22/01/2014 [22/365], Brain's all fuzzy from learning Cadence.

23/01/2014 [23/365], Chinese New Year is made of nian gao-s.

24/01/2014 [24/365], These boots are made for walking.

25/01/2014 [25/365], Yusheng damage count #1.

26/01/2014 [26/365], The beginnings of feasting on CNY snacks.

27/01/2014 [27/365], As long as it is bak chor mee, I am satisfied. // Guilty of being lazy. Today's photo is suppossed to be from my DSLR.. But I'm too lazy to do a transfer from the SD card. 


28/01/2014 [28/365], Comfort food in the form of soup while I try to program the microprocessor. 

29/01/2014 [29/365], After 8 hours in lab. Huat right?

30/01/2014 [30/365], Racial Harmony. Malay neighbours cooked up a whole pot of Nasi Briyani and curry to add to our reunion dinner.

31/01/2014 [31/365], I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head.

01/02/2014 [32/365], Hi birdy birdy. 


02/02/2014 [33/365], Guilty of too many food photos this week.









Finally got round to posting photos from the last two weeks. The last two weeks have been rough.











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C.S.Ang said…
Beautiful title and photos. Fighting! ^^
February 16, 2014 at 11:06 PM
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