Well, that was that

Hey! This will be short, because I have just had such fast paced two weeks. And tomorrow I am leaving! Ah!

I can write one million things. Probably. I have so many thoughts in my head, but at the same time, not really. It feels so easy and natural that I’m going now (will brief on what is coming up next!). And I’ve known it for almost a year at least in my head. The studies are over, I still have so many things on my to-do/see list for Singapore – but I go out with only good things in my mind. This has been a journey like no other, and it will for sure only continue on.

Tomorrow I start my 6 weeks of South East Asia travel. I start in Indonesia, the country that gave me so much the last time and I only scrapped the surface. Now it is time for to do Lombok, shortly Bali and than the central island of Java. I’ve been reading up on Indonesia and have a good book with me, I have a bit fallen in love with this vast country. One of the biggest in the world, and richest with culture differences. I’m here for two weeks, and I will start out by eating a good breakfast by the beach the first day. It is rain season from what I understand, so it shouldn’t surprise anyone if it is raining all the time.

Then I will travel my way passed temples and volcanoes, villages and vast land. Then I’ll fly to Cambodia for a four day total nerding at Angkor Wat, where I also prepped with a book of course. And then I will take my way to Bangkok to fly out to Mandalay and Myanmar on the 23d. I will live at a Burmese family who runs a small guest house, so they will be my Christmas company. How nice.

Then I have no direct plan. I have to be back in Singapore on the 10th of January for my flight back to Germany. So that gives be around three weeks to get there! It is roughly 3000 kilometers, and I have a fun little plan of going all the way by land and sea.


Life in south east Asia! Ah I have so much more to write about on Singapore and whatever. But I will be back here. And I will maybe write some things on the road. I have books, my camera and notebooks.


This has been fun and crazy and amazing and the best thing ever. I can’t wait to go. And I’m also missing so many people.

Till next time. kisses


How it is to study at NUS

Time flies and all that. I think I mentioned before that it is very obvious to me how fast it goes when I can see how rarely I write here. Because it often feels I can’t really put into perspective what I did the last two weeks, or the two weeks before that.

Oh well. I thought I would go into some kind of ”series” of posts that is actually a bit more practical oriented. It’s easier now to look back at things rather when I’m right in the middle of it all.


So this first one will go out to what the title say. How is it actually to study here? At the 12th best university in the world as ranked about two months ago.

For comparison, back home we are about 50 people in our year, just above 200 in total if you take all Urban Planning students from year 1 to 5. In my first lecture, we were 150 people. The next one, about 130. There are 40-45 000 students in total at NUS, wheres the town I study (Karlskrona) has around 35000 in the central city. Why this matter is because it people tend to be either strolling around a lot by themselves, between courses, classrooms and project groups. Or they are a little bit locked in with a few classmates attending the same courses and doing projects together. I’ve met a lot of people falling under these two categories, which are both fair in their own way. Me and some other few exchangers stood out in the matter of being few among a huge majority  of local students. I’ve talked to people on some lecture sitting next to me, and then never actually recognizing them again during the semester.

But all of this are more observations than issues, if you try to connect and not being afraid of asking around for help or people to work with. I had some problems with that, everything went so fast in the beginning and with only one lecture a week a lot happens when you’re not around trying to understand what’s going on.

So yes, It was a lot in the beginning. The size of the campus is huge, but it’s something I like in the matter that there are things happening all the time everywhere, it’s like a mini city with everything you can wish for. Cheap food, coffee and shakes (of course these three are first on my list), stores, different libraries along the main one which I enjoy studying at, a great environment which is very green and open. You can feel that there is a lot of quality and high performing people around, those people you see in the highest ranks of academic, technological, economical and other sectors in the future. It’s so competitive and that fuels me, making me want to step up.

There are social groups for everything. Do you want to pet cats on weekends, then there is definitely a group for that. Do you want to do social work, go into competitions in various fields, groups for politics, education, sustainability, arts, all sports you can imagine, there is something for every single thing you want to do. There are seminars, lectures, visits from the president of China, top leaders in the world. You name it.


Back to my own, maybe a more normal day. I have a lecture in the morning, for about one hour and forty minutes. Then I talk for a few minutes with some in the class before I go get lunch and they carry on with other lectures. After lunch I go to the library and study during the afternoon having conversations through Whatsapp with my various groups on what needs to be done. A sidenote. A had very few classes and lectures, but I also took the minimum modules needed, which was in a way a coincidence than an actual choice.

On my professors. The best ones I ever had. They gave me so many new insights through the lectures, tutorials and I also had good conversations with them after lectures and through email discussions. They were handpicked by NUS, and I understand why because they were just plain fantastic. Straight forward and firm but with a smile on their faces, open minded and critical, and not the least very experienced and filled with knowledge. They were good at giving direct feedback during discussions, no tittle-tattle snuffsy mushy toeing around. That’s what I ask for in teachers and professors.

About my projects, and working together with three different groups through three years (1st, 3d, 4th – they do their bachelor in four and few seem to look as far as doing masters). First of all, people’s work ethic. Oh wow. Sometimes their efficiency, or willingness to do more and more is just something I can’t get y head around. It is impressive to say the least. I had different experiences, and felt overall it was hard to ”get under their skin” and actually feel a part of the group. Not something uncommon as an exchange, though not as dramatic as I’ve heard about. Everyone is willing to help, lend a hand if needed in how the official and in-official systems of the studies work here. I met some really good people.

The tempo is high, yes but sometimes it all comes down to being efficient. I’m used to spending hours just trying to figure out where to start, but here I made the ”think first…” process way shorter and just jumping onto the ”doing, doing, doing” process. I found some kind of ”on” switch when needed. I don’t know if it is due to the study environment here or if it’s just me reflecting about it just now.

Finally. I don’t know if I covered all. Probably not even close. With my way of thinking, I could tell a novel about my way from the bus in the morning to the lecture hall and when I put on a pump-up song about three minutes away just to make me feel super cool and special because I’m walking to a lecture, 9 in the morning in Singapore while my friends are sleeping in ice-cold Europe. But I won’t. But I will say that it is VERY different here. From a lot I’m used to. But it is also laid back, easy, funny, open at the same time the climate is competitive. I don’t say that as a opposite as back home, just that one aspect doesn’t shoot the other one out the window.

I think that will be it for now. More to follow on how it is to live, city wise, in Singapore.

Dedicated to my 1000th view – Last push

I just DO not have time for this. But I will write it because yesterday I reached a 1000 views on my blog! Spread out among 498 different people. How amazing is that? Thank you everyone who has read my, rather not so updated blog. But I enjoyed it. I hope to keep on going a little bit more now at the end. Maybe there will be posts about all the things that happened but I just haven’t taken time to write about before.

It’s november foks! What happened there? I will be so nostalgic all month that people will probably get so tired of it that they just want me to leave.

Right now it is Wednesday. Next week on Monday I have a big presentation in my Urban Planning module, we’ve done a concept plan for a New Town (Bukit Panjang) in Singapore. A New Town, super short described, is basically an area where everything you need to live, work and play is situated. So a mini city (therefore the ”Town” comes in handy) if you like. It’s an old planning method for cities and yea, Singapore has a lot of them.

This project is important, not only in regard to the studies in general, but for me and also my group. This is what I want to do, and I’m all the way over here doing it. But for me this is the project I wanted before arriving here, it has been a great journey learning about local planning and also that I’ve taken, in some sense a different role in this project compared to what I do back home. It has been a big learning curve understanding places here that are so well planned and dense with so many people and structures. And I really want to show for myself what I can do. I also feel I want to impress our professor, to be honest. One of the best I ever had, if not THE best, together with another of my professors here. At our first lecture, I had to answer what urban planning actually means. And now we will show how we actually went about it in our project. Has my view changed? Maybe, but now I know tons more about what it COULD be.

Hope for a good finish. And I will maybe show some of the project stuff here if it goes well hehe.

After Monday I have two weeks before the exams are (three different). In between my uncle is visiting me for a two days short stopover, so that’ll be fun. On Friday we have the privilege of taking a dip in the infinity pool of the Marina Bay Sands Hotel. THAT is crazy. It is such a hype around it, like the little wet exchange dream. But I so fall for it too.

Okay, towards glory and all that!

Bukit Panjang





Indonesia part two – Jungles, monkeys and more monkeys

So I continue where I left off on our Indonesian trip, last time I showed the fantastic sights and experiences of Samosir Island on Lake Toba. We stayed there for three days.

Anyhow. We left early on the Thursday (saturday was our flight back to Singapore), first taking the ferry, then a private car waited for us in the harbor town of Parapat. The car would take us about 7-8 hours north on Sumatra to the National Park of Bukit Lawang. We were accompanied by a dutch couple in their 50s-ish, quite cool to meet such random people and they were maybe bit more life smart in the way that they seemed more cautious about how they went about things. Power to the young, wild and free and all that.

We arrived in Bukit Lawang, after another crazy ride where our driver among many things drove on the wrong side of the road to pass a police car with sirens on.. We seriously wondered about what kind of errands the police take on themselves when so many things just seem to run it’s own course. Road safety is for sure not one of their main duties.

In Bukit Lawang, everything worked out like all the other things on our trip. We had nothing booked, didn’t know what to expect but somebody met us at the car park. We had no idea who this was but he was really nice, we talked for a bit and I asked for the cheapest room that was in the village. We kind of decided on spot to not only do the day-long jungle trek the day after (Friday) but go for the night stay too. This resulted, for sure, in one of the most adventures experiences ever for us.

So the next day started out with us leaving our things with the guy that fixed the room, the paperwork for the trek, he got us guides and also promised to fix a ride for us on the Saturday to the airport. all set and away we went.

The trek was quite a challenge with steep hills up, and then downhill on nothing you would call roads or even pathways. And then up again, and then back down. Like a teasing voice in the distant we could hear the water run down the river not far away from us, and then the sound went away as we walked away and came back again later. But we never really saw it through the think jungle. In that tropical heat it was very inviting though. But the trek was overall amazing. We saw all of the parks monkeys, which seemed to be unusual ‘cause even the guides was photographing one of them. At lunch we sat down and was slowly surrounded by monkeys. They walked around us on the ground and some were even jumping between trees to form a quite formidable circle around us. It must have been at least 25 monkeys. And some of them came really, really close. Watch pictures below, I almost got to shake hands with one but I think it would result in a bite oof my hand if I had reached further.

After getting chased down by a orangutan that wanted us to leave its territory we climbed down a hill, and in the middle of the path there was another orangutan standing. Two guides from another group that we stumbled upon had to keep them away from us while we climbed past it – within arms length. Crazy!

After the little dramatic end adventure we finally got to the river, with tired legs but with a feeling of superstars, like Rocky when he finally reaches the top of the stairs. Top of the world. But a hundred times better. We were once again as far away as possible from whatever modern society we associate with. The scenery was breathtaking. The river, the jungle climbing and surrounding above us. We jumped in the streamed and cold river to reduce the amount of nicely sticky mud and sweat we were soaked in.

Later we got served dinner on the riverside, sitting there with our group of six other backpackers, our two guides and the two chefs. They had set up small tent huts in the forest, totally in the open but with roofs. That was our sleeping spot for the night and it was for sure one to remember with the sound of the water, animals, insects and nature around us.

In the morning, after a hard surfaced sleep but with easy minds we rafted down the river back to the village. The stream was so strong at one point that our guide fell into the water, kicking me in the face and with his stick hitting Franzi in the back of the head and me on the knee.. Fortunately he got up pretty quickly with no injuries and we were also okay. The sun came out, the stream was calm for a little while and we started singing the fitting song ”Don’t worry…. be happy”.

So everything was all good, and so much better than that.

Good song to get in the mood for the pictures















Why am I such a nerd?

I’ve actually thought about a thing now for a couple of weeks, this little thing that has kept coming back to me. Yesterday, and today, at two completely different places, not related to each other at all – two different thoughts hit me.

Yesterday I was with a group of people and we were about to leave for an evening event and someone asks ”do you know the way there Johan, how to walk?” and I don’t understand the question at first, because the question implies if I know the way from one side of the city to the other, on foot. Well yeah, I say because I do know it (and race through the 45 minutes walk in my head like a tape on fast forward) but we should go to the MRT because we won’t do that walk with our group, I answer. It is not an unreal walk I know, but that is not the point. The point is, why do I know this and no one else seem too? Why does it surprise me every time?

Today I was racing through China town on my way from a great single dinner (I say this with some joy and comfort) and on my way to one of the worst places this city has to offer. The eternal whole of shadows, discomfort and shivers – Vivo City shopping mall. Oh my I have lost words for this place. And people go here? BY CHOICE. And like a Saturday nice fun family trip with your children. It’s a million people, cramped in an oversized mall with a sound level like an airplane taking off. OK, rant over. I went there for a movie, but while I’m walking from the ticket hall of the MRT and enter the mall a thought just shoots through my mind. Do I believe I can ever change anything big in scale? Why do people choose a specific place to live, to stay, try to interact and change that environment (I may add the luxury of actually ”choosing”. It’s not like a box of chocolate)? Why would I, in the field I’ve chosen, stop and hold up at a place and try to change it for the better? Isn’t that the point of why I’m doing all this, to make things better for people?

The questions come back to the little nagging one I’ve had now for a few weeks; Why am I such a nerd?

Cause I’m gonna be honest. I don’t understand how you can move to a place, be there for some time, and not try to find out what it has to offer. Explore, experience – but maybe something more important- find a place that you connect with. A place if that is a street, a house, a bar, a tree, a bench, a person even. I think it is in someway human nature to try to find something that is related to you as a person. It is difficult, it really, really is. Sometimes you don’t even know what that thing is or why you like it. But go out and find it.

But is this my subjective view? Of course it is. But I would argue it is not very far off. I would actually say it is pretty mainstream. But still I’ve had so many conversations about my favorite places here, that so many have barely heard off. And it is right there, in front of you. It is a bus ride away, a train, a walk sometimes.

And you know what.

Places are architecture, they are food, they are drinks, they are the rain that flows down the streets or they are the sun that you hide from under a roof of the shop that sells lizards on a stick next to notebooks in expressive colors that will be future diaries. Places are the bricks and the stones that holds the buildings together, or the pavements in between them that makes narrow alleys or broad market squares, they are the live music played in a language you can’t understand by the teenager who later sits by a tree eating olive rice, bought from a stall where the owner feeds tens of people every day and smile like it was the first ever serving. Sometimes places are photographs, a fixed memory seen through a lens, sometimes they are memories of feelings or touches and not so much activities, they are spaces filled with ghosts of the people we once were there with. Places are feelings, items, conflicts, structures, air, mud, politics, money, nature, hugs, clouds, smiles, coffee, religion and sometimes cats are there.





I’m back! Indonesia part one – Volcanoes and lakes

Hey lovers. I’m back! …to life again since about two weeks, time flies when you put your daily life on hold for a little while. And I have had so much things to catch up on, but in the end it has been pretty smoothly even though a lot of thoughts start to rise in my head now that I passed half time here. Actually more than that. Project reports being written here and there, new ones starting, trips and other things being planned. Exciting!

But I will of course talk about by latest travels to this amazing place called Indonesia. What a place. It is the most chaotic, crazy and probably one of the most beautiful places I ever visited. It is filled with kind, friendly and lovable people who has such a different way of living life and seeing it’s bright moments and so many we met do the most out of so little. It is inspiring and ”put your life into perspective” for being super cliche about it. Doesn’t make it untrue though, and I can’t wait to go back.

I’ll tell the brief story and then the pictures can speak for what we saw. We came to Medan, the third largest in Indonesia and it is a complete madhouse. People going with their whole families on a scooter, chicken in cages on the back, carts filled with food pilled on the back seat, I don’t know what’s going on. The traffic just spears through the city like not even a flying Zonic would be able to cross the road. There is people, action and things going on everywhere. We were lucky and had friends in Medan who drove us from the airport to the bus station, where we caught a bus that would take us to a smaller city (650 000 pp) called Berastagi. We would arrive there around 8pm and then go up at 3am a couple of hours later to get a ride to the foot of the volcanic mountain Sibayak. The night trek was a great adventure, walking on the cliff side in total darkness, listening to gases from within seeping out of streams at the top. It was quite a challenge, it was cold, dark, we were tired and we sat there waiting for the sunrise to come out. This was not the day, cause there was to much clouds and haze that we could barely see the top of the volcano itself – even less so the other volcano (with pooring lava coming out of it) some kilometers away. But we made it, first volcano woho!

And we became the site of the day, meeting so many people that wanted us to take pictures with them. We were the only foreign hikers, together with an other couple we saw briefly, with all the Indonesian tourists or locales. It could be said to be problematic, and this and that. But all were so nice to us, I quite enjoyed meeting so many happy and funny people proud they could talk English and get some small talk going with pictures to it.

Our friends from Medan left, which we had a great time with and they were to enormous help. We were left alone and managed after some detours and a bumpy ride get back to our hostel, slept for some hours and then we headed of to Lake Toba. Roughly a five hours drive south (but still in the Northern part of Sumatra) through the countryside. It’s surprising how filled the roads are, with almost no empty space between Berastagi and Parapat (the lake town we got dropped at), it’s like never ending villages.

From Parapat we took the ferry over to TukTuk on Samosir Island (this is on Lake Toba), a village were we would end up sleeping for three nights at this hostel just by the lake. Within 24 hours we had gone from the metropolis of Singapore, through Medan, bused for around three hours to another city in the high lands, hiked up a Volcano in the middle of the night, and then driven for hours on these crazy roads to a volcanic lake. In between that there were probably a thousand things I could write essays about.

To sum it up we were pretty tired and happy we made it.

On the following days we rented motorbikes, walked around and talked, ate breakfast, followed by walking to a restaurant for dinner, sat there for hours drinking some beer, and then home and slept. We were most of the times alone wherever we sat, with no tourists or locals. It felt as we went as far away as we possibly could, from our daily life, from home, from connections or the bustling life of our cities.

And it is not the last time I go by motorbikes here in South East Asia. Great fun!

Pictures to follow, and more stuff from Sumatra and Indonesia.


















Temporarily turning off


So the last couple of days have been slightly hectic sitting up late during both Friday and Saturday with studies just to get assignments and things done. Three were due yesterday but that was sorted and now I have to focus on these last things before I turn of from the studies for a little while. It’s a bit difficult sorting stuff out in the separate project groups cause I rarely see my mates. They have stuff going on all the time, and I try to do my part away from lectures and tutorials, while at the same time bond. That is probably the difficult thing, to feel and get completely integrated. But it is the common theme of being an exchange, I think I’m doing okay though.

So tomorrow I get a very special visit, all the way from Germany and how I have been waiting.. Quite unbelievable and not enough words to describe it. Next week is our recess week, so like a midterm break. On Saturday we are traveling to Medan in northern Sumatra for a week filled with a volcano sunrise hike, visit to a national park with orangutans and then a couple of days exploring the worlds biggest volcanic lake, Lake Toba. It was a ”supervolcanic eruption” that occurred some 70 000-ish years ago (some thousand years here and there, what’s the difference right?) and is supposed to be the greatest one looking back 25 million (!) years, and it killed almost everyone alive on earth. There we can talk about aspects of demographic change.

I’m really excited, it’s not too common to go into those lands as a traveler, if you compare some other places in Indonesia like Bali, Lombok and Borneo.

Right now they are burning forests for palm-oil plantation in southern Sumatra which creates haze of pollution. Singapore has sent air support to try to deal in killing the fires because we have pollution levels here that are not really healthy. You can see, feel and smell it. I think it won’t be a problem for us on the travels, if the winds doesn’t turn around very drastically.

Okay so see you in about two weeks!

(Some pictures from our site visit to Bukit Panjang and Bukit Timah natural reserve)




Those small stories that arises when you stop for a moment

Very often we explore places and people through the outer perspective, which is very logic in the sense that we often are just that – people from the outside. Whenever we travel or even when we found new places in our own hometown we tend to observe through the same lens as we go about our daily life. Fast, with a glance at our new finding but somewhere in our head a little clock starts to tick the moment we stop between point A and B. It starts out very soft and low, you don’t really think of it in that moment because you are still wondering and curious about this new discovery, whatever it may be. The ticking goes higher and higher as our mind tells us that there are better things to take care of, and you get reminded of where you were going. Maybe you start walking, almost in slow motion to tell yourself that ”yes, yes I’m on my way I just want to see for a second…”. The alarm goes of and you walk away, hopping on to the ongoing escalator in what we call life. The thing that takes you to point B remember? Because you are not on a journey, you are not traveling the distance – you are speeding through and passed those things that are around you.

Where are you? Are you here? Or somewhere else? Is your mind fixed on an idea further down the road? Do you even remember what is was or is the wheel just spinning around and around? Going forward is not the same as running around the same turns in circles just because ”that is how it is”.

I’ve been running, for so many times in the last year or more. Sometimes in circles, sometimes up the steepest mountains, away from something and sometimes just for the sake of it. Afraid of whatever will catch up behind me. But I also realized that a lot of times the one that catches up when you stop, is actually yourself saying ”Hey slow it down I can’t cope!”.

I was running around in the city, trying to escape the madness that is shopping malls and people on a Sunday afternoon. Together with the heat and haze I may add. I gave up on finding a calm place to eat and study, so I though that I should just leave the main roads and walk away. I got more stressed by my own confusion and not knowing where to go than the actual things going on around me. Just a few streets away, I could smell incense and see the roofs of some temple I’ve never seen before, even though this is pretty central and I walked here before. I walked towards the temple where I found a Japanese vegetarian restaurant, squashed in this older style mall. With half screaming Japanese cooks and customers I bought myself some of the cheapest food I’ve had in the city, got a smile and ”thank you” from what I think is the owner who has made this place very personal and easy going. I found this mall to be a Mekka of vegetarian restaurants with local cousin and people.

I bought an ice cold fresh juice (they are just amazingly good at it here) and sat next to the two temples on a small open square with shops and people doing their various businesses, like a fortune teller for example. The clock started ticking in my head, ”eat and leave. You have to much to do”. Which was both the truth and stress speaking but I turned off in my head, tired of hearing it. I sat there on the paved street enjoying my meal watching people pass by, listening to Chinese elderly singing for fun next to me, the place smelling of all the burning incenses and the flower stands.

The mind works in a funny way that when you give it some time to relax and just observe, it goes creative, calm and it starts to reflect. Surprise surprise. I was an observer from the outside, but there in that moment with all of my senses filling up the place. Not running past it.

It is these small things that happen when you stop for a while. It is so obvious in my way of seeing the world, but so easy to look past and forget.





Crazy places have their crazy spaces

Did a sight visit yesterday which was an interesting one. It is in my course ”Understanding design and construction” which is a good one I think so far. A lot of new perspectives and a close relation to the built environment where we look at real developments and their various approaches in design and how it effected outcomes in primary physical and economical aspects. So for our project we have chosen South Beach Development which is situated on very valuable land, also at the same site as older buildings which is integrated in the project.

Reading about the project is a mix of poetic design hoolahoo language from the architect point of view, to ecstatic descriptions about the green and sustainable approach with different cool high technology implemented. Looking at the development from up close it doesn’t seem that obvious or straight forward how everything works out in reality.. I won’t go into further not-interesting-details. And I really should take this time to write about it in the actual report, rather than on the blog.





Stepping out of the door is like opening up hundreds of new ones

It feels like this weekend was very long, satisfying, expensive, sweaty (chocking), inspiring and just plain great. Ones again I saw many different sides of this city, it’s people and myself. Not any dancing though, have been a while but I’ll catch up on that eventually.

So on Friday we went to this outdoor movie screening at one-north park, about 25 minutes walk from were I live. There is a group that has internet polls on the upcoming movie, and then they choose different locations every time and there was free snacks and some drinks. We sipped wine and watched a half decent movie, and I had some Indian food so it was all good. Then we went to Mad Men Attic, which is a rooftop bar in the older blocks of the central business district. So we drank some beers (finally), listened to a band playing some nice music watching out on the skyline from below. A lot of locals, well dressed, young people and the mood was pretty party. I like these places that are not very obvious to everyone from the outside (which they maybe want, having in mind it lies in a quite touristy area with bars and restaurants), and you don’t really stumble upon it in these small back alleys.

on Saturday we ended up going around Bugis for quite a good couple of hours. Bugis is the area with a Mosque and a lot of Middle East inspired food, shops, and all that. I really like it. Think I described it before but during the day it has this chick hip feel to it with small boutiques, shops and cafes and during night it all turns around and the streets are filled with different bars and live music and DJs. We stumbled upon a place which sold hand made perfume, smelling scents, candles and such things. Practically everything organic and natural, and SO cheap! Perfume bottles were around 40-50SG (25-30 euros) and for that quality.. wow. And apparently they buy in a lot of old bottles to reuse, so it has a nice little nostalgic touch to it. www.sifr.sg is their website.

Then we went to this open flee market which was on a small rooftop with lots of people, vintage second hand things, cheap beers and muffins, live band was playing and I bought myself a hand made design bag. Supporting the locale art scene you know.

We then went on to a little outdoor party with the Singaporean LGTBQ community, which was situated somewhere I can’t remember but there was this nice little bar there serving drinks and they had food on the grill, various people playing music, some stands with handcrafts and hand made designed things lined up. Just a nice little finish to a busy day.

Today we went to eat at Raffles Hawker center, one of the more famous and bigger ones. Situated at a little square right in the central business district, surrounded by all the skyscrapers and high rise. Just like most older areas in central Singapore. We then went to Capitol theater for the Design Film festival to watch ”From Paris with love”. Watch the trailer if you’re interested, it was a good subject about handcrafts leaving this earth, and all the traditional studios and ateliers of Paris getting taken over by big companies in the fashion business.

This week is gonna be packed with stuff I think. A lot of school stuff, a lot of hours writing and actually getting stuff done because it’s a short week with public holiday on Friday and the week after is before recess week. So gotta get to work! Have a great one, hope you enjoy my pictures from this weekend.

AND OH. The place which looks like it is situated in a Batman movie, or a dystopian sci-fi movie from the 80s, well yea it’s real. But it was so cool, and it throws you back in time a bit when you go inside. Every detail is there to fit the style, and so many things going on. I would love to go up but don’t seem to be possible, I was allowed to take some photos though. It just stands out in the most extreme ways around here.