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Some time ago, a FB friend posted this article: Why 'Don't Worry About Money, Just Travel' Is The Worst Advice Of All Time ; to which I added a comment: "I love travelling, but the more I travel, the more I find it a lie. At the end of the day, you go home. You face the same four walls you call home. There's the same job, the same commute, the same friends, the same enemies, the same problems; you're stinking broke and can't wait to travel again. When you do travel, you feed some of your money into that tourism machine. You bought some bangles at a village that might provide a paltry meal for a family. A lot of it is manufactured. You can never help the people you want to, like the road-side stall Aunty selling flowers in New Delhi. No matter how well I take a photo of some scenery, it can never replace the magic of the place when you're there. Looking at the picture again just makes you sad, because you're not there and the people you're with...

I was almost followed just now. I alighted at my usual MRT stop and boarded one of the usual buses. After the first stop, a man sat directly opposite me. A quick glance into his eyes and I got the feeling that he's up to no good. Then he shuffled his hands near his groin. I refused to look there and focused my attention on the bus bell/beep beside me. My stop was the next one. When the bus was mid-way between the 2 stops, he still didn't press the bell, so I pressed it. He got up from the seat to get to the door, so I put my fears aside for a moment. I got down after him and waited for him to walk ahead of me. I walked up the road, pretending to look for the next bus. He pretended to look at the bus numbers and kept glancing back at me. That's when I knew for sure that he was up to no good. To let him know that I was suspicious of him, I walked down the road, on the tarmac, when it was clear, putting a good 2 metres between us. Then I walked my usual fast pace and k...

Imagine you are going to be stuck in an elevator for the next 120 hours or 5 days. With the exception of friends and family, you can bring in anything you want to do. Anything. However, it has to be something productive. What is your answer? Whatever it is, that would be your career.   This random post is brought to you by this Kula Shaker video :) 

Another programme I caught recently is The A-List Diet with Celebrity Food Doctor , Ian Marber, on Discovery Home & Health. The two episodes I caught were both women. After 10 weeks, the first one lost a stone or 6.35kg, and went from 44% to 43% body fat. The other who was just 21 years old, lost 5kg and went from 39% to 37% body fat. They were most happy when out shopping and realised they had lost a dress size or two :) The A-List Diet consists of 2 parts. The first is a 7-Day Detox that will also help to shrink the size of your stomach: "it consists of a lot of soups, and does away with simple carbs , stimulants (caffeine and alcohol) and saturated fats . Afterwhich, if you can survive without tea and/or coffee, you follow the 10 Principles : Eat protein along with complex carbs. Stay hydrated by drinking 6 – 8 glasses of water. Eat a wide variety of food. Eat a little food often, or a small meal every 3 hours. Eat breakfast; I can't stress how important ...

It was the time to clear my annual leave. As I was torn between Japan and New Zealand, that Sunday, I took the bulletin from OLPS and saw a post for this mission. The dates were good, the price was right, so I sent an email the next day. A couple of days later, I got a response. I was in!  After the first briefing and the formation, I felt mentally prepared for the trip to Padang. Being vain, I brought only 3/4 and long sleeves, to prevent patchy tanning, old trackpants and old sports shoes as my site-gear. It was gonna get muddy. The time to meet was a ridiculous 5.30am, but I made it. After check-in, we went to grab some breakfast. We were going to have Indonesian food all the way, so I had O'Briens. Sharon, my ex-coursemate from Poly, was my roommate. It was a real coincidence! So we had breakfast together, and just about did almost everything together. We were also the youngest in the group. Winie was a few years older but she was very soft-spoken. Marion and Naomi were a lit...