I Love Foo Fighters

I love how Foo Fighters have such a wacky sense of humor. I like how almost all their music videos are funny and spoofy.

Learn to Fly

This is one of my favourite watch-when-sad videos ever. Seeing Dave Grohl like this:

And Taylor Hawkins with cleavage:

is enough to make the childish kid inside me laugh madly for hours.

Then you have Walk, which features Nate Mendel in a cute headpiece:

And a funny exchange when Grohl’s character is enraged at the size of his burger compared to the advertised one.

Finally, this isn’t from any of their music videos, but here’s the Foo Fighters soaping each other up:

In which I ate a spider

Headed to Romdeng for dinner after visiting Tuol Sleng. Yes, that’s when I ate the spider!

Initially I thought that I definitely would not be able to do it. But after talking to the restaurant staff, a very nice guy who told me that the spider doesn’t taste much like anything, and was in fact offered on the kid’s menu for kids (if a kid can do it so can I!), I decided to try it.

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Siem Reap Day 3

Day 3 in Cambodia.

Was feeling super hungover after my drinking binge the night before, but luckily I didn’t have a headache. Went to get a hearty English breakfast in my guesthouse first to stabilize my stomach. Also to try to feel more alive… bleah.

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Siem Reap Day 2

Day 2 in Siem Reap was an eye-opener. Traveled beyond the boundaries of Siem Reap into the Cambodian countryside, which was pretty interesting:

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Siem Reap Day 1

This is Niel, as his jacket says.

He’s a very humble man, very sweet and patient. Felt like I was going traveling with a kindly grandfather/uncle actually. I felt very safe while he was driving me around, even to the more remote temples.  You’ll see more photos of him over the next few days.

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I miss Cambodia already

Just came back yesterday from a long awaited trip to a country that I had always been very fascinated by.


I’ve always found Cambodia to be very intriguing. In my mind I kinda imagine it to be the Wild West of Asia. Anarchy, guns being sold openly… yet tempered with the humbling spectacle of the Angkor temples.

I also found it affecting that Cambodia went through one of the worst ever genocide in modern times (1970s period… that’s barely 40 years ago) under the Khmer Rogue. Where almost all the educated people in Cambodia were massacred, so even after the regime ended, Cambodia was unable to rebuild itself because everyone educated had been killed. 😦 It’s heartbreaking, what they went through.

During my trip I learnt that it’s no longer the wild place like it was back in the 1980s (where you can buy guns in the Russian Market apparently!). Yet it’s still amazing.

Am uploading photos to FB, but it will probably look like a bunch of rubble and ruins. Will do a blog post about my trip and stuff… soon! 🙂

Origin of Love

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That’s the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.

So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It’s the story of
The origin of love.
That’s the origin of love.

Inspired by Aristophane’s speech in Plato’s Symposium http://www.anselm.edu/homepage/dbanach/sym.htm

My thoughts on running

So I am starting to get really into running (disclaimer: I’m sorry if you follow me on Twitter and have seen me update about running like a million times. Sorry!).

It used to be I couldn’t run for 10 minutes without feeling like I’m going to die. Now I’m better; I try to run 5km weekly at least, more if I can. I’ve completed a 5k, signed up for a 6k, am looking to join a 10k, and eventually I hope to complete a half marathon and then a full one. 🙂

It’s still not easy for me to run. I’m not a very sporty girl, and that means every time I run my body has to work extra hard. I’ve lost weight but I’m still a fatty putting my body to the limit, and I am constantly outstripped by runners who look like they are grandparents and grannies. I run well on level ground, but hills and slopes always take a toll on me and my timing is almost always worst when I run on uneven terrain.

Still, I never thought I’ll say this, but… I enjoy running. After the first 1 or 2 km, my body understands that damn, I am not going to stop, and it settles into… I don’t know what you call it, but a state of mind? My breathing becomes even, my feet settle into a regular rhythm, and I zone out. That’s when I feel like I can run forever, or at least until the next slope arrives.

I’ve also discovered that running is truly, really, more of a case of mind over body. If I were to have amnesia right now but have my physical body (and stamina) unaffected, I would not be able to run as much as I did now. It takes time to realise that your body can take more than what you think it can (but of course if you are truly breathless don’t push your body more).

After 23 years of physical inactivity, discovering that I can run and that I love running is a fucking epiphany for me. I feel happy, I feel confident; I know I may be a slow runner, but goddamn, I can run, I can run, I CAN RUN!!!

The deepest fear I have right now is that I will suddenly lose this drive, or that I will, carelessly, get an injury that will stop me from running for months. I honestly don’t know if I will start running again if I were to stop for a few months, and that fear is keeping me paranoid. I stretch properly before and after every run, I rest my calves if they are sore… I even started to eat more healthily so that my running can improve. I even hesitated before writing about my sudden running rush, because I am afraid once I write about it, I’ll jinx myself and wake up the next day hating everything about running.

So here goes hoping I didn’t jinx myself by writing about it. 🙂

To all the fellow runners in Singapore and in the world, happy running. It’s a fucking beautiful sport.

PS: Check out The Oatmeal’s hilarious account of his ultramarathon experience.