Till 2 weeks later...

I don't know what to write now, not much inspiration.

However, I'll be off to Phnom Penh, Cambodia in a couple of hours.

So till I get back,


"If you are not living on the edge, you're taking up too much room."

-Jayne Howard

Adulthood

I hear about so many problems that my parents, friends and relatives face.

More often than not, these problems are in one way or another related to $$$, yes money.

And some people tell us, money isn't everything. You don't need to be rich to be happy. You don't need to be rich to be popular. You don't need to be rich to be this, to be that.

Bull, I tell you.

Money buys you alot, damn alot. It can buy you happiness, that is if happiness can be derived from a holiday trip to some place you fancy, or if happiness can be derived from shopping, simply put.

However, it is true that money can't buy you love. Though not impossible if you see love as having a whore as your soulmate.

Then again, it's about striking a balance. Slogging away all your life, rolling in big time buckaroos, and not being able to spend the money is pure stupidity. But then again, I've got a feeling I'll fall into that category just without the 'rolling in big time buckaroos' part.

When you're in the dumps and slapped with financial problems, your friends avoid you for fear that you may ask for a loan. Not only that, your relatives start talking and bitching about you. Oh, and not to forget, they too avoid you.

It's a vicious cycle, having to fret over the countless problems that money cause us. How to be happy like that?

I kinda fear growing up, and having to be financially independent.

I respect my peers who are out there, making their own money and in a way, supporting themselves. I feel I'm abit too pampered to do just that, though I may come up with the excuse that I have the rest of my life to work and that time should be spent now on more "important" things namely rotting, rotting, and oh ya, rotting.

Life is a bitch.

Giam

I am giam. I go for the relatively cheaper things. Just like in one of my previous posts, I went to buy a cheapo tripod. Ended up with an undesirable height, but at least I got some funky squeaking sound that goes "ekkkkkkk..." when I turn it. Bah.

Today, I was tempted by a bakery selling "Coffee Buns" a.k.a "imitation Roti Boys". Hey, it was a mere $1 and it was as fragrant as the real thing! That's a whoppin' 20 cents cheaper than the original!

Man, don't try, sure die hor?

So I did..

-Takes a big mouth-

...it was far from the real thing. But that's not the point.

I wanted a pair of slippers for bathroom wear in Cambodia, so I looked around. They were all just too expensive, ranging from $5 onwards. Then, I recalled a place selling fantastically cheap slippers. Heh heh... How's $1.05 for a pair of slippers?

Am I turning into auntie rui? Sigh...

Tremors

Yet again, tremors were felt in several locations in Singapore.

Are we near the end?

Update: 6.8 quake west of Sumatra

It's always Sumatra. Perhaps I should go, are THEY near the end?

The sunset clouds

Little India?

Strolling down Serangoon Road seems to put me at ease, apart from the adrenaline-pumping jay walking that is.

It truly lives up to its name, Little India. It makes me feel as though I'm walking in India itself, not that I've been to India. Well, at least it makes me feel as though I'm in a foreign place, away from the bustling city.

What's there to do there, you may ask.

There's backalley Naan down at Desker Road, then shopping in ever-crowded Mustafa, teh tarik over at Tekka and ABM's tongue-tingling Mango Lassi.

Every trip to Little India seems to be a treat.

Simple meals, simple activities.. It's no wonder why I feel at ease, at least most of the time.

Our lashed-up flag pole

Oh boy, cats and dogs!

It's been a horrigible day!

Planned to go out for a walk, buy some stuff then go have a nice meal at lil' india. But the weather chose to keep me locked up in my lair.

Oh wells.. departure is confirmed to be on the 16th of this month and that's pretty soon. I guess I'm looking forward to it but I feel dang unprepared, especially since we are supposed to be the specialized team.

The group has barely practiced any of the skills required for the project. We are departing in less than 2 weeks and only tomorrow we will learn some ropework and whatnot. Doubt it'll be enough practice.

Too late? I don't know. Probably just being overly pessimistic about everything, heh?

Let's just hope all goes well and we'll enjoy a smashing success.

I'm actually more eager to take pictures than carry out the project... Sigh.

Picture imperfect

Our local skyline

Tripod woes

So I finally got a tripod and anxiously wanted to test it out..

I headed down to Sheares' Bridge and yes, it was a great deal of difficulty locating it.

"You have to walk from Marina Promenade, then when the bridge is 8m from the ground, walk up the staircase.."

Right. We spent a whole 30minutes walking around and looking for that oh-so-mysterious staircase. And no, the bridge wasn't 8m above the ground when we found it. It was.. 2!

So we walk up the staircase, trek up the bridge that was pretty steep. Walk, walk, walk... Still no skyline view till quite awhile later.

Then, being excited, whipped out my tripod and camera from my messenger, assembled the setup. And *WHAM*, the stupid tripod was too short for the bridge's railings. -smacks head-

Night scenery? Hah.

That's for being giam (stingy).

So lesson learnt, pay abit more, carry abit more weight, nevermind. Better to suffer and take shots, than enjoy and take no shots.

Beep-beep, beep-beeeeep..

That's the sound I did not hear this morning. Was I too tired that I subconciously switched off the alarm or what? It's scary to oversleep.

Faith called (and woke me up) to check if the exam had been brought forward to 12pm because yufen claimed there was an announcement online. I hadn't covered what I wanted to for the exam, and it was already 10am! Hence, I panicked. Switched on my laptop, then showered hurriedly, and checked Mel.

Happy April Fool's Day!

Exam brought forward, my foot.

Oh well, exams over finally, time to let loose and just rot. Rotting is fun!