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The buyers of Kiosk travel on your behalf to countries you have never been, and capture each trip with an assembly of items to make you wish you were there.

Suddenly, that special carpet of a different color doesn’t mean shit no more.

Once upon a time, as the booksellers will have you understand, a little bookstore nestled on the second story of a dilapidated shophouse along Telok Ayer Street. Right next to that famous kopitiam that also sells killer bak chor mee. The bookstore is BooksActually.

A little too offbeat and really, the interior design can be fatiguing on the eyes after a while. Named after for the Fifth Arrondissement, which comprises much of the Latin Quarter, the Five Hotel is not for the minimalist. Or the fat, for that matter. The bathroom won’t fit you.

A hotel with only one room including a bathroom, a king-size bed and a lounge. Beautiful women not included.

Designed by Swiss artist-duo L/B (Sabina Lang and Daniel Baumann), Everland was exhibited and ran as a hotel on the roof-deck of the Museum of Contemporary Art Leipzig, Germany.
Everland finds herself now, installed on the roof of [...]

Can’t get sick of London, no matter how I try. Thank god for my ability to sleep just about anywhere, including a cramped up space in the Economy class next to a really fat lady. On this note, I would like to add that I’m starting to really like being seated next to a fat [...]

Rebel, my fiesty little forfucksakesitsnottinkerbell chihuahua, knows it instinctively when I’m about to leave the country on either a leisure or business trip. He places himself in my luggage, as though to say, “Take me with you,”. Yes, very endearing indeed.

Simple pleasures of life never mind the dreadful, gloomy weather. Still, it wasn’t perfect without my girlfriend around. From 16 to 27 August 2007, this is what I did.

1. Relax at Ramsden Road SW12
A place I consider home.
Ramsden Road, a place I know like the back of my hand.

The McGuires were on their way back [...]

I am probably the coolest older cousin/aunt any kid can ask for, simply because:

Fergs and his friend, Dom, had wanted to get ear piercings and I was more than willing to be their official guardian (you can’t get ear piercings without a guardian if you’re under 16 years old). It was just unfortunate the tattoo [...]

If Brussels was a lady, it is likely I’ll fall head over heels for her. Her silence coos such eloquence gently into your ears, quite unlike the head-throbbing never ending clamor and grunts of New York City. Too nonchalant to dress up like Paris, she doesn’t try to attract you desperately, but you will [...]