I guess some people...

...have too much time (and fantastic imagination) on their hands. How else would you explain finding time to do this:

(Picture borrowed from Daily Mail's website)


And along with it is an article on how Princess Diana's life would have been today, her Facebook status and how many Twitter followers she would have had.

I just don't understand why they made her look that old! My mother, who's well into her sixties looks about twenty years younger than that.

People is currently running a poll on whether the photo is disrespectful or appropriate. Go ahead and vote, or even better, just let me know what you think by commenting.

Three Zero

It’s getting to the end of my birthday week, yes, I choose to consider the whole week a celebration of my existence! This year I enter a new decade, the thirties! Although I’ve displayed only mock horror at this fact, I have had some panicky moments in the past week. My birthday was last Tuesday and I woke up feeling extremely old and tired. Could this be because all sleep training went out the window once we got to London and Em kept me up all night? Probably.

Wednesday, and my joints were feeling a bit stiff and achy, a symptom many geriatrics complain of. Could this be, because I was still adjusting to UK temperatures and again hadn’t slept well? Possibly, but in that moment it felt like my youth truly was gone, forreva!

Saturday night, as I was threading a sewing machine for the first time in two years (why is another looong story), suddenly my 20/20 vision failed me and it took five blurry attempts before the thread made it through the eye. At this point I was really close to breakdown: is this what being thirty means? A few minutes later I remembered that I had been awake for twenty hours and hadn’t eaten for the past twelve of them. Here’s hoping that was the reason, as my perfect vision is extremely precious to me.

Some people get depressed about turning thirty, but I guess I’ve hit most of the milestones that can cause anxiety. Profession, yes, job, yes, home, yes, marriage, yes, children, one. So far, so good. And yet on Friday I felt a slight panic that the fun and wild twenties were over forever, had I made sure I had enough fun? Then I remembered, my twenties have been a blast!


(Pictures from my low key birthday party at Prampram yesterday.)

Age is nothing but a number?

Yesterday i briefly passed Sharpnet around midday. Opposite me was a man in his late sixties, early seventies. I was so impressed by the fact that he was at an internet café and of course started drifting of into thoughts of how you really can do anything you want no matter how old you are. I know people in their fifties/sixties who don't know how to text so they have to call the nearest person to them when the phone beeps and get that person to read the text and send a reply. These persons would hardly dare sit behind a computer.

But once in a while you see older people who stand out in the crowd, defying those who say "I'm too old to learn about all the new technology" or "in my day we got by, by sending letters, why do I need to know about email". My uncle is one of those people. He, the oldest of the clan made sure that all the oldies around him, siblings, cousins and friends could text so they could keep in touch around the world. And the latest I heard, at 77 he is about to start his own blog!

As I was thinking these thoughts, I realised some issue had arisen opposite me. The older man was unable to open his document and the Sharpnet staff member was trying to sort it out:
"Sir, are you sure you saved it?"
"Yes i'm sure"
"Where did you save it? Is it on a pendrive?"
"No, it's on the desktop." After looking through the desktop file, "sorry Sir, it's not on the desktop. Did you save it right now?"
"No, I saved it on the desktop, this morning before I left the house"
"Oh but Sir, then it's on your home computer's desktop"
"Can't I access it from this one?"

After which the staff had to go through the procedure of saving documents and the benefits of having a pendrive for easy accessible files.

Still, respect to the older man, who tried tackling something that most of his contemporaries will feel too scared to even try understanding.