A morning jog

Who says you can't watch trees shedding their leaves in the wind, littering the grass with the various shades of autumn?



Who says we don't have historical parks from the early 20th century?



Who says we don't have fauna around us? It's just that you don't notice the yellow-vented bubuls playing in mid-air, the brahminy kite circling the reservoir, the egrets flying high.



Who says we don't have admirable lily ponds?

It's times like this I feel lucky to have all these within jogging distance.

The weather still fascinates me

On Sunday, the weather station recorded a peak of 35 degrees Celsius, which was not seen for at least a month. Just last month we had experienced the driest and windiest January in years. I really hope these temperatures aren't here to stay. The haze has also made a comeback for the past 3 days due to the forest fires in the Riau Islands.

Fortunately, it's nothing compared to the tragic fires that had engulfed the state of Victoria on Australia.

The weather's not the only thing that's dry and barren. My love life is equally barren, judging by how I had spent my Valentine's alone again. I guess it's because I'm picky.



I've always been looking for another me, someone I can live comfortably with and share my experiences with. But is it even possible to find another me? I should just let go of myself and allow myself to be swept off my feet by the varied lifestyles of those outside my comfort zone.

But it's harder said than done.

I'm still feeling sickish, bloody hell. I don't have the energy to do what I want. I miss my bicycle and my running shoes. THe last time I tried cycling at this level of sickishness, it wasn't nice. It wasn't nice at all.



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Anyway in other news, Slumdog Millionaire, the British-directed Indian film that had won numerous awards , is out in Singapore and it's a good watch. Its emotionally engaging scenes make for an unforgettable movie and the occasional bursts of mirthless humour keeps it from being too serious. You'd love it.

What a day to feel under the weather

In terms of weight, I'm still a 71+2.2=73.2. In other words, still a Boeing 737-200.

Feeling under the weather, got a chest infection brewing methinks.

I'm really having trouble writing this entry. It's not a paucity of ideas, but rather, what do I want my audience to hear?

I could whine about my eternal loneliness. Or school. Or how I still wonder why I am so unpopular that I keep on seeing my friends being tagged on Facebook for the '25 things' note but as for myself, I was never ever tagged. (Richie's 16 things doesn't count. because 4 squared is NOT 5 squared)

Or the fact that I'm spending my birthday alone, stewing at home.....



The newspapers have had some pretty amazing headlines these days: Singapore TV licence fee among world's lowest

And a forum letter clarifying how a previous day's article 'take-up rate' was not the same as 'pick-up' rate for breast mammography. Is the standard of English in Singapore so pathetic that this needs such specific clarification?

You take up mammography. You don't pick up mammography. Because mammography is not a skill you learn, such as golf or knitting.

Mammography picks ups tumours. Mammography doesn't take up tumours. If it did take up tumours, then wouldn't it be a method of TREATING tumours, since a mammogram would somehow magically 'take up' the tumour, leaving only healthy breast tissue?



Many Singaporeans don't even know English. it's a wonder how they are able to communicate with the other Singaporeans of other races. If Singapore really wants to be multiracial, then let's focus our efforts on learning a common language - English, rather than alienating those of htoer races by speaking in one's so-called Mother Tongue.

So-called, because none of my family or extended relatives speak the Mother Tongue at home.

Whatever. Just learn English, okay?

Weak

Quite surprised at how weak I feel after a slow 5km run. Argh my running prowess is way off.



That's a Boeing 737. Yay. As confirmed by 2 separate readings I'm officially starting to lose fat.