Museum Musings.
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?
Sometimes I wished I was wendy in peter pan, or alice in wonderland. I'm a huge burton and depp fan, and I reckon the only anti-aging methodology is to have dreams, gun for them, and believe that disneyland is still the happiest place on earth.
