Smells like Christmas spirit

Flower power

[Look, we made this! Live from Midteggen]

Unidentified running object in my house

That would be my bunny Donna the diva. Or 'MrRabbit' as David calls her.

The poor thing doesn't know her own good, and is very self-destructive when it comes to looking after her universe (the cage). Kind of like us humans, I should say.

But she is terribly cute, and probably good for practicing before I decide to have any real kids.

If you are wondering how she ended up in my care, it is because her mummy went to a Nepalese village to teach English. You go girl!

My beautiful week in zeroes and ones

Monday - lots of new goodies at net-a-porter (weeee!!)

Wednesday - even more new goodies at net-a-porter

Thursday - new episode of Gossip Girl added to Surfthechannel.com

Friday - one last dose of net-a-porter goodies before the weekend. My old classmate Gunhild the theologist wrote her master thesis on how we humans lust for beautiful things. Making mental note to get a copy of it asap.

Sunday - just to prove that I'm actually not just a shallow materialist, Sunday is for postsecret.com

Hello

Heheheh..

moving on with you

www.postergirl.wordpress.com

Viva la vida in Asia

I'm keeping an eye on the Coldplay-shaped puppets and their South-East Asian escapades.

Yesterday: Too much Singapore sling at Raffles.


Today: Riding a tram in Hong Kong, lah! Yeah, wish I were there too!

I love Coldplay for a number of reasons. One of them being they seem to have a song for every little drama in my life, no matter how original or complex, they are always spot on.

Identical brain-twins

I wonder if humans are transmitting signals to the world, about our background, what kind of people we are, what kind of lives we live, our likes and dislikes, our personality types and so on.

I still remember my first day at Kenya Times, and my first day at my current job. The people I shook hands with and how I was thrilled with excitement to have met them, cause I just knew, already then, that I would love them to pieces.

As I got to know them, turned out we have quite alot in common.

It was the same with my identical brain-twin, Isabel. She grew up in the metropolis that is Chengdu, China. Her father is a university professor and her mother is a Hollywood-film fanatic. I grew up, as we know, on a deserted island, with parents who did their best to protect me from all evils of the outside world.

The first time we met, I was lost on campus, and politely flagged her down to ask for directions. The second time we met, at dance class, we were already chatting away like old friends.

This doesn't happen too often, but the other day, it did. Mind you, I was resisting the urge to invite them to my birthday party the same day. Pity I didn't.

Quality of life calculator

Lol! Says it all.
Courtesy of WulfMorgenthaler

Tweet, tweet!

They say Twitter has gotten a new chance at life. I do get the point, but personally, I need much more than 140 characters to tell the tales of my mundane everyday life.



Speaking of, it's been a crazy few days.

Last Sunday, I had an open house to mark the beginning of my 28th year of existence. It was complete with old friends and new ones, ex-bf's and my brave colleagues who came to join the circus.

This week, deadline-time, way too many late nights at work and O's wonderful Thai soup. Not to mention last night's girls' night in with M&M, complete with taco chicken wraps, chocolate and Norway's got talent.

It's been a while since I had a whole day to myself, so today, I slept until way past noon.

After an hour of cuddling my pillow and staring out the window, I went downstairs and had some chocolate before crack-opening a pomegranate and continuing my nothingness.

I cannot think of a better way to start my weekend, and not even the bright sunshine outside can wake me from this stupor.