Something to think about

Should we be Doing things right, or Doing the right things?

THE BANANA PHONE SONG *chuckles* , alot of fun!

For once, I must say the Singapore national museum has rather tasteful exhibits. I found myself breaking into fits of laughter with my friends the night before,while we viewed the old pictures of those daring explorers who ventured into the unknown before us. Funny how people didn't use to smile in pictures.

We had some time to watch the old black and white films from the 60s/70s which induced in me yet another bout of laughter. The scripts were inconsistent and boy was the acting exaggerated. The characters were dancing one moment and being scared silly the next by some unwelcomed spirits/ghosts, next thing you realise is that a plane starts bombing the cemetery and yet another werewolf like creature emerges, before the camera cuts back to more singing and dancing?

Pictures from the coastal clean up over the weekend with the team from Miss Earth, Eco-notion magazine and also NUS.

Estimate amount of trash cleared in 90mins : 1/2 a tonne
Size of the team : 35 people strong

To say the least, the whole experience was priceless. The vibrant flora and fauna at the mangrove systems are truly fascinating, I picked up countless pieces of plastic bags. A large amount of those are probably burried in the silt , so people.

Ditch the plastic bag/ carrier bags when you go shopping. You know, If you're gonna buy a small item like a can of drink, wadever would u need a bag for? :)

Music is the shorthand of emotion - Leo Tolstoy

Listening to Sigur ros
Reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Feeling a certain peace within

pictures - muted moments of time.

Abit of the french i've picked up over youtube lessons.

Bonjour, comment ca va?

Je m'pelle Alethea. J'ai un frere...

J'habit en Singpour. Je parle pas francais

Je parle anglais et un peu chinois...

yes I am terrible as this.

My colleagues are perpetually convinced that I am seeing this guy whom I've been lunching with lately. They even referred to him as my boyfriend, while my friend Andy attests that clearly, my long stint in Singleship should be broken. Suggesting i hooked up with some random at Zouk last nite. I obviously didn't.


Instead, I bumped into couple of old friends, most of the guys who aren't straight, old classmates, people i've met at work and a bunch of random new friends.

It's amazing that I managed to stay sober after a fatal concoction of - Beer, vodka ribena, Chivas, yegermeister pop, cowboy, a flaming lambo, lychee martini and couple of of drinks that I haven got their names figured out.

Now, Im seriously curious about my alcohol limits. Long island tea and bacardi 151 used to do the trick.

Andy and I spoke over supper last nite, when the prata and alcohol wrecking my entire being and even serving out a 5minute bout of pain. Well. No Sweat. Anything for a friend in need.

The boy has obvious problems and clearly isn't over the last relationship. I guess in his case, it's how Love and Hate collides. Like how the Def leppard song goes.




So I got up at 3, afternoon obviously.Had lunch prepared by mommy dearest, and a generous serving of my favourite Haagen Dazs Rum and raisins. As much as I shouldn't be saying this. It's another night that's gonna be decadent. As with my carbon footprints, I like to make up for my hedonistic habits (think food and drinks) by jogging the usual 4kms by the reservoir.

I also clock a 15 minute walk to work everyday from the metro. Damn am I proud of myself.

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