Im moving this blog to http://camilledelrosario.com/myblog

My portfolio is - perpetually in a state of re-construction -- my draft baby is found here http://camilledelrosario.com/portfolio

The woodsy theme is ( Read more... )

I'm writing this blog post in memoriam to one of my unforgettable uncles, Uncle Boogie.

We rarely hear of stories that fascinate us these days, so I thought I'd share with you my encounters with my Uncle, and why he is special to me, and to my family, for that matter.

I arrived home last night, and the first thing that I saw in my inbox is the sad ( Read more... )

It seems that everyone is either (1) leaving, (2) giving birth or (3) doing their own thing ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've last blogged. I dunno, sometimes I don't feel the drive for blogging anymore. Same goes for the internet - Since I'm plugged into the internet almost 24/7, when I hit the doors of my lor ah soo room, I feel less than enthusiastic to switch on my laptop and start all over again.

On certain days, I feel like my dependency ( Read more... )

Hmm.. we went to this "Job and Career Fair" advertised in the Straight times ( Read more... )

What a power packed weekend!

Seems like i'm not too lonely anymore.
Last Friday, I met up with Aisha and Pogz to go to Clark Quay and visit Ministry of Sound. Prior to that, I introduced them to the wonderful world of hawker food (which they insisted - tasted better than their bland hotel food for the past day.) :) I'm so happy to be able to hang out ( Read more... )

Well. this post needs a short introduction first - before delving into the main story of our bus driver ( Read more... )

(Okay, i know its bad to blog when working.. But i just couldn't resist. Besides, I need a break from my crashcourse in freehand and print design work -- for a methodist church client)

I'm so psyched that I have a few friends coming over to Singapore!
Aisha, my free spirited friend and her boyfriend are touring Singapore for a couple of days - so ( Read more... )

Hmm.

SO i finally realize that this is the part of my life when I have to choose to grow up.
Oftentimes, we don't realize what we've got till it's gone -- we don't realize things like the comfort of our freshly made bed at the end of a work day, home prepared meals, and laundry delivered and hanged under your own terms/convenience.

Lately, i am ( Read more... )

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