Moderately addicted to coffee

In my own little ways I've been 1 of those people who are prone to excesses. And to think of it, most people around me has their own peculiar "overindulgence"--most, thankfully, in (somewhat) harmless things such as food or shopping etc., as opposed to harmful substances or behaviour. Our world is such that it actually implicitly encourages excessive-ness, because so many things can be bought as long as you can pay.

So what have been my excesses? I have a habit of craving for a certain food (it could be anything unhealthy, from chicken rice to coke) and eating it repeatedly until I get tired and move on to another. I used to stay up all night and sleep only when the sun rises. I listen to songs that I like almostly obsessively until I become mighty sick of them. I sleep too much, sometimes until I feel groggy and faint. And of course, I'm a coffee addict.

See, moderation is like a dirty word when we are still young. Why the restraint when you know you can afford to get away with it? But as 1 of my favourite singers John Mayer croons it: "Oh twice as much ain't twice as good", and as I get older, moderation is starting to sound like a good idea.

I was complaining that my health seems to be getting poorer. All sorts of allergies surfaced since I started working. It may seem like a bad thing, but I think it's my body's way of telling me that it's not going to overlook any more of my unthinking trespasses. It's time to take more care of myself, to be responsible for my own health. Nowadays, if I eat too much heaty and spicy food, my face breaks out in pimples. If I don't take fruits for awhile, I become sick. If I take too much of it, I get indigestion. And I struggle to stay up past 2 am.

Of course, it is not to say that I've changed for the better entirely. Otherwise I wouldn't be such a grouch before having my life-saving dose of coffee every morning, or to listen to music even as I struggle to concentrate on copyediting. But I try. Sometimes. :) Like how I restrict myself to 1 cup of coffee on most days. Sometimes I trade it for the milder tea. I'm one of those people who believe in the mind and body being 1 system and all, so it's like a vice versa thing, which means I have to keep myself in a moderately pleasant mood. Ooooh, now that's a challenge, since tomorrow is a Mon. Sigh! :)))

Pointless killing of trees

Well, I know I was supposed to blog about Perth (II) but I'm too lazy to do so and want to blog something snappy.

There's a Chinese free newspaper here called My Paper (http://www.mypaper.sg/) and when I saw its front page today, I get reminded why it's silly to study journalism in this country. I mean, where's the juicy news? Everyone is so law-abiding (and therefore uninteresting and un-newsworthy) that they resort to putting as today's leading headline: "Escalators: Some too fast, some too slow?"

It's a bit like the metrological department issuing something like: "This year's weather: some days are rainy, some days are hot".

I guess what I'm saying is: What's your point?

Perth trip (I)

As mentioned, I shall post some photos we took in Perth and describe them a bit.

So this is the skyline of Perth city which is pretty distinctive because these seem to be the only skyscrapers in the whole of Western Australia.

Anyway, I thought it looked quite similar to Sing*pore's:

And this is a typical street in Perth CDB area.

It's not very impressive architecture but I kind of like it because of that. All the steel-and-glass skyscrapers you see in the CBD here are designed to loom and cast shadows over passerbys and to give you the we-are-a-first-world-city-so-don't play-play impression.

The streets of Perth are just clean and quiet, and lined with these pleasant-looking, low-rise Victorian buildings. But as the night descends, some of the streets became very boisterous because of all the drinking places they have there. Beer-drinking seems to be their only night-time activity because everything else closes at about 5pm. No shopping, no nothing. I think in Australia, can't drink = no social life.

We didn't see any drunks, but one evening, as we were walking around, teenagers in black T-shirts (Metallica etc on them) and dreadlocks and piercings started to spill out from who knows where into the streets. H and I were both kinda nervous and walked as fast and as nonchalantly as possible back to the hotel, and with nothing to do during our self-imposed captivity, we munched on fast food and fruits and watched the infamous Busty Girls Jumping Vigorously On Trampolines on TV. I really don't think the girls should do that too often. Gravity is going to get to them and they'll sag terribly--the trampolines, I mean.

Now, let's leave booze and boobs for awhile and venture out of the city.

This photo was taken in Fremantle, a small town near to a fishing harbour and with a relaxed, resort feel. The air was crisp and fresh without the salty tang you get sometimes from the seaside breeze here. In fact, they nicknamed it Dr Fremantle because it's supposed to be so good for you.

I wanted to try the fish and chips in Fremantle but we didn't have a lot of time to spend there. We did go to their popular weekend market though, and bought bottles of honey, strawberries and stuff. Things are not very cheap but at least the market was not as chaotic or clastrophobic as the ones in Bangkok, so shopping there was a relaxing experience.

Fremantle has a lot of cafes along what they call the Cappucino Strip, all housed in 1- or 2-storey colonial buildings which my Australian manager calls the shophouses of Australia.

These buskers were playing along the street there and adds to the resort feel of the place. Usually, it's awkward when you see buskers in Sing*pore as everyone seems to be ignoring/avoiding them by giving them a wide berth but these guys look like they just decided to get together and have a good time and earn some change for a cup of java later.

We also went to tour the sand dunes on this giant 4-wheel vehicle for an extremely (and deliberately) bumpy ride which was accompanied by unbearably cheesy music with some chap yodelling about "great summer rain". What has any of this got to do with rain, I thought, but I didn't dwell on it for too long as I was too busy screaming my head off.

I did a bit of sandboarding down a slope that looked really quite steep but was actually pretty OK. It was real fun except that we were guided by this chee-ko-pek (lecherous) guide who openly molested a friendly Japanese girl by patting her bum and also tried to tickle H and me. What a crappy guy, trying to take advantage of a girl and masquerading it as harmless fun. More later.

In a different light

What exactly makes for a good vacation? I think it could be a mix of various things, like good company (thanks, H!), good-natured weather, friendly locals, plentiful and cheap shopping and food (this one is a bit hmm...), interesting places. Most of all, I think it's about a feeling. I told a colleague that Australia seems to have a curious hold over me--every time I go there I don't really have a lot of fun, but yet after a while I would always think of going back.

But this time round, I don't feel so ambivalent: Australia, especially Perth, is a great place to be if you wish to hit the pause button for a while and step back. Different things work for different people, but physical space just does it for me. And space is what Australia has, in abundance. The land, the sky, the sea, all bathed in the warm light. It's that feeling of wide expanse and openness that makes Australia so fascinating for me.

I shall write more about the trip and upload the photos we took there soon!

Swooned...for 5 mins

A guy is most attractive when he is playing a musical instrument, don't you think? I attended a lunchtime concert put up by the Sing*pore Chinese Orchestra at the university campus last week, and there was this piece that featured 2 soloists, 1 male and 1 female. The female soloist was playing the pipa while the guy was playing what seemed like a smaller, more stout version of it.

He doesn't seem like a local Chinese, more like from one of those native tribes who live in some far-flung region in China. He was totally relaxed--occasionally he would break out in a grin while listening to the 50-odd-member orchestra playing behind him, or smile at the female soloist (so cute! I thought to myself.)--and yet his playing was so intense. His fingers were shaking and moving so fast over the strings they were a blur and he looked like a case of advanced Parkinson's disease. Very, very cool.

I wanted to see on the giant screen whether he has dimples when he smiles, but the inept camera people seemed fixated with this burly, mafia-look-alike drummer who looks like he earns extra cash by playing for a lion dance troupe or has a side job as the head cook of a zhi cha stall. Dang it.

But when the piece ended, so did his aura of attractiveness. He got up to take a bow and shake the hand of the conducter etc etc, and seemed just a bit erm, too sissy for my liking? Drats. :P