Play me this little game

Because I don’t want to be called a spoil sport by the person who tagged, I shall abide to the game’s wishes, but I shall be nice and not tag anyone else after me.

“this is what you are supposed to cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.”

 #1 – My room has a certain chaotic neatness to it; it is messy, but organised. I have piles of things sorted out in different genre all over the room. Ok la, not very weird. I’m quite sure many people are like that.

#2 – I love to drink coconut juice and eat the tender flesh of young coconut, but I hate eating things that has coconut bits in them. Like chocolates with coconut, or coconut ice cream.

#3 – I can’t stand white coloured walls in my room, until now at least. But I love to wear white based clothings.

#4 – I like the smell of most hotels.

#5 – I don’t take afternoon naps; refuse even if I am very tired. I have no idea why.

#6 – I am quite experimental with what I eat. Like.. I love to eat fish’s eyes, but the fish must be fresh and best if it’s steamed. Oh, and live drunkened prawns too. Slurp.

Alright, there you go. 6 points you know more about me now.

Fools of Love

 

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
- let it be, the beatles

Time has the most extraordinary presence.

It ages people, yet it also bestows wisdom;
It causes the worst possible pain, and yet, it’s also the only cure to dilute it;
Distance can mask all truths, but it’s time that will reveal;
Time gives chances.
Chances for us to rectify mistakes, or mischances that further lead us to indulge in those mistakes.

Time will tell.

We are all born to be fools of love.

Picture courtesy of First Love Inc.

Dried up

I am being squeezed dry by SMU. More than dry, I’m squeezed so dry that I can crumble into pieces like a piece of biscuit.

I think this is one of the strategies of SMU to drive us to the brink of sanity with school work to harden our resolve and prepare ourselves for the working world.

That’s optimism talking.

For your children and theirs

Jess sent out this email on recognition of the climatic changes.

Funny, I was going to talk about the same thing a few days ago, but didn’t have time to pen my thoughts down.

It’s worrying; all the reports about Artic losing its glaciers and the rising sea levels due to global warming. All the reports on the rising global temperatures, increasing the temperature of the oceans and causing coral reefs to be bleached and natural habitats to be lost.

It’s very annoying; when countries refuse to acknowledge the fact that the the very planet we’re living in is being threatened by our own negligent ways.

Common excuse: I’ll be long dead by the time Earth decides to crumble.
But have you thought about your children and their children after that? Have you even contemplated if your negligent ways will harm the generations after you? Are you going to deprive them of a life where the natural world is natural and not man-made? Are you going to deprive them of a life where humans and nature share a balance? Do you really think the human race rule all?

We are already paying back, can’t you see? With the crazy weather changes and extensive calamities that claim thousands and thousands of lives. If we don’t expand our myopic eyesight, Earth will crumble one day, and the human race will die along with it.

Those reading this, please, start protecting the earth. Use less plastics. Not only for the survival of human race, but for the survival of the planet. So that all living things have an equal chance of living a life.

Perfectly ordinary life

 Just close your eyes, and think of the house; the children; and me to come home to every night. What perfectly ordinary life. – Grey’s. Richard to Alice Grey

The high fliers dream of living the perfectly ordinary life; and the people living the perfectly ordinary life dream of being a high flyer.

Life probably will only be perfect the way you make it so. Others around you, whom you envy of living a more perfect life than you are, are probably envious of you for the same reason.

Old but improved

I’ll be posting my photos on 2 sites:

1. http://renikaeth.myphotoalbum.com
This contains travel photographs and some of the more well-taken works. I’ve recently painstakingly gave it a long overdued update, and more should be coming up.

2. www.picasaweb.google.com/renikaeth
For photo-sharing, basically.