I'm glad I could make it to Jean's photography exhibition yesterday. Her series "Saved by Buddha", she documents the ethnic minority children in Myanmar who find safe haven in monasteries. They were inspiring and heart-warming.
Oh and Steve McCurry was there too. Not that I know him, but I sure know what picture he took in National Geogrpahic covers. You know which one I'm talking about.

Anyway visit their webby: http://www.mopasia.com.sg/

Apart from the crazy week and trying to slot in gym time after work, my body's aching and finding more sleep time to recuperate. So yes waking up late on Sunday afternoon ain't sucha bad idea.

Now, off to grocery shopping. Works just well on a lazy Sunday. =)

Watched Ghost of your Girlfriends' Pasts.
Yeah, it's just one of those weekend shows to catch. Nothing too intense, just light.
This part where he said "Love is food for the weak.."
On the contrary, somehow, I beg to differ. I'm sure most of you will too. But having said that, Love itself, such a strong overly used word, shows nothing more than the moments of obscurity. Far from being certain, worst still, it eats you bit by bit without you knowing. L, just enchants you somehow to grow intensely dependent on your significant other. It manifests the emptiness when it eats you, anyway.
To some, too much L to give is such a decadent act. So why deal with it.

I don't agree that one can only be truly happy, only when you find L.

Intimacy without intricacy, such simplicity. One should live by it.