Know Ur Roots

Jus the other day, I got into the lift with a nice old malay granny, who struck up conversation with me. For the life of me, nothing she said registered; i strained my ears and raised my brows, but still, it twas a no go... twas then that I came to a startling realisation... she was speaking to me in malay. In embarassment, i meekly said, "sorry, but i'm not malay". The lady then glared at me in astonishment. She proceeded to stare even harder, and gave me an accusing, did-u-check-urself-in-the-mirror look, swiftly followed by the pity-ur-ancestors look. Alas, this situation has now become common due to nature of my job in the outdoors ;)

Fwah...ah...ah..ah!

Real life is oft stranger than fiction ;) 12 years on, and here I find myself, virtually unrecognizable, char-boiled black, pushing personal limits and quinessentially eccentric... Jus ended a 5-day run with the denizens of NUS High - with 15 teens whose appetites and food-focus easily match mine ;) heyhey, afterall, birds afeather do congregate together. To those who do know me, tis quite a fearsome sight to witness 15 Mini-MEs chomping and wolfing down anything remotely edible, in total abandonment, which is in summary, what beheld me this week during Land-expedition.

Tis been a great year thus far ;) no really it tis!