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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.

On being streetwise

Everything I know, I learnt on the streets of Nairobi. Or, Nairobbery, if you like.

Pimp my life

This week that went by, I got myself a new place to live. I couldn't really relax in that little sterile box that has served as my bedroom, living room and office. I shall miss the bizarre conversations I've had with my roomie, but he is rarely in the mood for talking these days, so I am happy to give him his peace and quiet.

As for my new place, I knew it was home as I arrived outside the front door, peeking into the kitchen. My new roomies had lit the fireplace and put the kettle over, and we exchanged stories from Africa. -How can one not like someone who's taken a road trip from Stavanger to Mali?

Oddrun and Gjermund will be living a couple of houses down the road, and Marianne, her brother and his wife will be only a few minutes away. So my life, which bears semblances to a soap-opera already, will be pretty much like a very long episode of Desperate Housewives.


Joke aside, I cannot wait to move in, to have a proper home with a fireplace, a dining table, cable TV, and friends-to-be.

We welcome thee, new surroundings.