Bright shiny object -- not UFO.

On our way home from lunch last Sunday, I ran out of topics to bring up to my aunt (My uncle is an awfully quiet guy), so I was just looking out the window, trying to catch any interesting building that people might bring up in class next time.
Offices... trees...offices...trees...condos..trees....condos....trees...HDB flats...HDB flats...tr..WTH!!?!?!
Somewhere along the way, there was a piece of a shining white thing under the bright scorching sun. Couldn't really make out what it was the first few seconds...
Good thing my uncle doesn't really drive that fast... not as fast as my aunt used to, at least.... so I had the chance to do a double take.
It took me a few seconds, what with the other cars blocking my view....
Geez....!!!
It was an uncle (old guy in the local context), stripped down to his speedos, lying down on the grass by the expressway and trying to soak all the UVs he can get.
NOT trying to be discriminating (hey, who am I to judge?), but it's just such a WRONG picture that I don't think I can list enough reasons why it's just so wrong:

• Think I'd make sure I have a more acceptable belly in terms of its size before I start any exhibitionist move like that.
• Think I'd prefer a dead-body pose than his cleopatra-wih-bulging-belly-looking-at-the-sun pose.
• Why, oh why? Why the banana-hammock (can finally use one of the words from NC) for God's sake? Can't a bermuda do?
• Such shiny and temporarily blinding distraction can be a hazard to the drivers on the highway . He should've come up with a traffic warning sign: Non-UFO blinding shiny object ahead!
• Uh, hello, uncle??? Have you heard of skin cancer?
• As I'm currently studying real estate: Location, Location, LOCATION! Why the expressway of all places in the world? Hello?!!?!? Heard of the word pollution before?

I don't know... I think I haven't fully recovered from this traumatizing experience. I'm just glad my niece and nephew were not there to ask their regular "What is he/she/it doing?". I wouldn't have the slightest clue what to tell them.

An insomniac's note

Just woke up after catching up on my beauty sleep.
Another one down in school, six more papers to go....
I think our group did quite a kill today, so I guess the six bucks something that I paid for the starbucks iced latte was worth the 3o hour effect after all.

BEP or Sinatra

I am not familiar with all his songs but I like how Frank Sinatra sounds so much better in the cool evenings, especially with snow falling outside your window.....
Looking for some "cooling-down" effect, I tried to play the songs just now. It's just not the same, though, to listen to the songs in the scorching day-time weather in the tropics. Not even remotely the same effect....
Guess I'll stick with my BEP for now....

A completely googlized google-head!

I LURRRRRVVVE GOOGLE!!!

Gmail, Google Talk, Google Chat, Google Desktop, Google Earth.
You name it, I like it!Especially Gmail and Google Desktop.....I seriously can't picture life without google now.
What a google-head!

I hate cancer.

Within a week, I've received two bad news of the same kind. Two of my friends have lost their dads.
And what makes me feel bad is not being able to be there for them. I tried calling one of them but it's really quite awkward... not sure what to tell her. I just wish I could be there to hold her hands. I think she would need that more than words.
The other friend actually lost her father a few weeks ago, but I only heard of it about 2 days ago. This time, again it's the damn cancer.
I HATE CANCER!!!!!!!!!
I never got to meet this father of my friend. However, from her stories, I could tell that he was a really sweet, and funny dad... like those that you see in the movies. He had a chicken farm raising chicks that kindergartens couldn't keep anymore. He had a very nice pear tree and I had a taste of some of the harvest once. They were some of the nicest pears I've ever had. He also helped a divorced niece take care of 4 kids. He just sounded like a really nice grampa, just like my paternal grampa....

I hate cancer.