In brief...

I'm a Nature-lover, aspiring conservationist, and wannabe traveller in search of outdoor adventure.
My interests vary from conservation to education to heritage to Nature (biodiversity & wildlife) to outdoor activities to life in general.
They occupy most of my waking moment.
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Monday, March 26, 2012

Late nights and early mornings.

Yeah, I've been having consecutive late nights and early mornings for... a couple of weeks now. And I foresee it happening for lots more weeks to come. Ahh! These 2 months I'll still mostly be in Singapore, yet will probably not have much leisure time to meet friends or even dinner with family. Though I had a nice dinner with my family today (:

Many things to blog, but I keep forgetting/getting distracted when I am in front of my computer. I realise I am very easily distracted and bored. Hence the need for constant stimuli from Twitter and Facebook. But they're not rubbish stimuli, instead they're mostly news on Nature, the environment, biodiversity, conservation, science, education or just news in general. Yeah I know I'm a geek.

Trying to craft a blog post on Bukit Brown at the moment [Update: blogpost is here], after my two visits there and the final verdict of the place by LTA just a while ago. Tedious to do a proper, well-referenced and interesting blogpost. I just attended a talk on Ria on Nature Outreach on the Internet: does it work? on Sunday, 25 March 2012 (that I'm considering blogging about, only probably not anytime soon :/), and it's really not that easy. Over here, I give myself some slack cos I like to think that this is for me to whine and be narcissistic.

Anyways, got distracted by all the heritage and nostalgic blogs, because I am rather a sentimental person, I think. Pragmatic yes, I won't buy nonsense that I have no use for; I rarely go for retail therapy because my money is better spent on other things (like traveling and investing in necessary equipment). But pragmatic does not mean we forget or care less about anything that is not useful.

Think these few paragraphs from an article on The Online Citizen about Bukit Brown very nicely sums up what I think.

"But this isn’t about the government’s unique way of consulting and engaging civil society. It is about the government’s habit of removing our truly unique historical heritage for the sake of development, and then lamenting that Singaporeans have no sense of culture or belonging, without recognizing the irony of it all.
Now, I’m not going to pretend that the majority of Singaporeans care about Bukit Brown – in fact, if a national referendum on whether a road should be built across Bukit Brown, there is a likelihood that many will say “yes”. We’re a ‘pragmatic people’ after all. We’re probably so busy with moving ahead, planning for the next twenty, thirty years, that we’ve never stopped to ask where this pragmatism comes from. Some would say, we do not have choice, we’re a small nation, with limited resources we have to do what it takes to survive. Fair enough, if it were an issue of survival.
But it isn’t.
Let’s face it – much of our pragmatism nowadays has more to do with force of habit than anything else. We’re a young nation whose collective memories get shorter by the day, because so many of those things that will help us remember are no longer around. And because we no longer feel that sense of history, we don’t feel anything when we further sever our ties to the past. It’s a vicious cycle.
For so many of us, history is a bunch of text accompanied by black and white photos, a grotesque mannequin in period clothes in a sterile air-conditioned room accompanied by a detached voice in the headphones telling you just who the hell the mannequin is supposed to represent, and more recently, thanks to wonders of technology, a virtual 3D tour. No wonder we find history boring. No wonder we find it easy to give up history for a few minutes of convenience. History is always something outside us. Detached. How can we feel otherwise if the kind of history that ties past and present together is systematically wiped out, and if it isn’t, turned into yet another fancy wining and dining zone? (Maybe some folks believe that history can be best experienced when intoxicated)"

Friday, March 23, 2012

Always look on the bright side of life

Many things to be happy about!

1. Finally, finally, finally went climbing today, after almost 3 weeks. And I'm pleased that I am still at least able to flash a 6B. Hahahahha super lousy, but at least I haven't dropped in standard that much. I doubt I'll be able to improve much, looking at my schedule for the next few months.

2. Plans for post-working are starting to firm up! Possibly a 1-week long expedition to Mt Rinjani, Lombok, Indonesia to climb, with Ecolit. Followed by 5 weeks at Perak or Terengganu, Malaysia to volunteer with Rimba. Then 2 weeks at Sydney, Australia to attend Kim and (Mr) Chew's wedding. And hopefully, 4 weeks volunteering with Coral Cay at Sogod Bay, Southern Leyte, the Philippines. Before going off to UK!

3. Anticipating my cheque for travel insurance claims from Chartis, from the Nepal trip last year :D On top of the very lame S$173.71 that I received earlier.

Of course, for every thing, there is an opposite force too.

1. Got a blister filled with blood on my finger from climbing! No idea how it happened.

2. Gonna be BROKE. Am kinda broke. Need funds (hence the many work days/nights). And of course, it also means I'll be spending little time in Singapore :(

3. Means I'll be spending more money hahahhaha. Well I'm sure it's money well spent. Though my dad doesn't agree.

If anyone would like to donate to the Jocelyne Sze fund to support, do contact her :P

But seriously speaking, I need to get a Buoyancy Control Device (BCD), dive computer, compass, knife and possibly regulator as well. If anyone can loan it to me from Aug to early Sept, I'll greatly appreciate it (:
And I got an underwater housing for my Canon S100. Yay, gives me an excuse to dive more. If I have the $$ and time.

The next 2.5 months will be filled with lots of late nights and sleep deprivation. And probably less facebook-ing. 

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Getting old.

Yeah yeah, I know I'm still young. Still haven't hit the digit '2' in the 10s column yet. But I can already feel the difference from when I was in Secondary school. I suppose while most peoples' "peak" was in University, when they did a thousand and one things and were involved in a hundred and one other stuff, survived on 2 hours of sleep/day on top of everything else, I think mine must have been S3/S4. Have since streamlined my activities, and learned not to bother with others.

Anyway, I realise I was getting on in age when I started preferring to drink room-temperature/warm water as opposed to ice-cold water. I never used to like anything warmer than cold water. But now I would choose warm instead.

And I've been sleeping earlier and earlier! At least, I'm choosing to sleep earlier instead of loitering online.

Amazing, I think in a couple of years more I'll be living a sedentary life.

Already now, I'm getting lazy. Went down to Climb Asia yesterday with Kah Ming and Marcus from ICCS, and cos we all felt super nua, we all just decided to go for dinner and not climb.

Hmm, maybe also cos there's fewer and fewer things to do online. Fewer people to talk to as well, because everyone's busy with their own lives. I also wonder, what do I do with my time? I rarely watch TV, I definitely do not watch shows on Youtube/on my computer, I don't ever play games (computer or any other electronic game) and I don't club/party/whatever-else-that-youths-do.

Most of all, I wonder, am I really that scary? Why does everyone say that I am... Well maybe not everyone, but many people do. :( Sighs.

And I'm quite proud of myself for how I've been holding up this Lenten abstinence. I've been abstaining from meat since 22 Feb, Ash Wednesday, when Lent started. Broke it thrice; once when Jon cooked fried rice with some minced meat in it, second when Siva put a chicken wing on my place, and third when I went for a wind-surfing course (last Sun, 18 Mar!) and there was nothing much else for lunch save grilled fish. And I've also been abstaining from ice-cream since 8 March. Ice-cream's gonna be hard, esp when Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day is on 3 Apr -- and Lent ends on Good Friday, 6 Apr! Meat is still okay I guess, though there are some dishes that I can't wait for Lent to end for!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Singapore was a small fishing village..........

Yeahh, we've heard that to death in Social Studies, GP and whatever-other-topic-we-can-squeeze-that-phrase-in essays.

But how much do we really know of what life was like in Singapore all those years ago? For me, I've got a terrible imagination. But I like to find out what life was like in the past, to see how it contrasts with life now. Things are changing so fast, especially in Singapore; landscapes and societal expectations change with each generation. I love reading about what life was in the past (in China), like The Chinese Cinderella, The Wild Swans. And I found one about Singapore in the 1960s, The Street of the Small Night Market by Sylvia Sherry.

I went down to Bukit Brown again yesterday (17 March), bright and early in the morning before 7am, thanks to a lift from Andy Dinesh. Been meaning to blog about it after my first visit on 3 March, and I guess I will, soon. [Update 24 Sep: Blogpost on Bukit Brown here] Lots of inertia when you need to compose your thoughts and write a coherent passage. And I shall attempt some of it in Chinese, because my colleague Robin thinks I should write more Chinese.

Anyway, just wanted to share this passage that I read from the site, a website that collates the stories behind the tombs in Bukit Brown.

Description of Singapore in 1832-34
The island of Singapore, on the south side of which the town is situated, is about sixty miles in circumference, a narrow strait dividing it from the Malay peninsula.
This strait is navigable for ships, and was generally frequented by the old European mariners. The case is now, however, different, no square-rigged vessel having passed through it for many years. The land on which the town is built is very low, being only a few feet above high water mark; but the face of the island generally is gently undulating, and covered with dense forest; the only hill of considerable elevation being Bukit Tima (Tin Hill), an isolated barren mount near the north coast, probably one thousand five hundred feet in height.
The commercial portion of the town is on the west side of the river's entrance, the part nearest to the sea being occupied by the European merchants. A range of houses, fronted by wharfs, extends along the bank as far as the bridge, a distance of about three hundred yards, the principal streets running at right angles with the river.
With the exception of the commercial square, these streets are occupied exclusively by Chinese, Klings, and other natives, who are chiefly merchants or shopkeepers.
On the opposite side of the river, a smooth road runs along the shores of the harbour to Campong Glam, a village a mile and a hail' from Singapore, occupied by about four thousand Chinese, Bugis, and Malays. From this, the road strikes a short distance into the country, and returns with a sweep to the town. On the road side, fronting the sea, are the villas of the principal Europeans (few of whom reside in the town), large and handsome buildings, fronted by green verandahs and venetian blinds. The Circular road forms the evening drive of the inhabitants ; but it is not available for those who dwell in the town, as the wooden bridge has become so ruinous that, to prevent accidents, it has been reduced so greatly in width that it can only be crossed by foot passengers.
The ground at the back of the town is laid out in gardens by the Chinese, who grow large quantities of fruits and vegetables for the supply of the inhabitants. On the bank of the creek are many plantations of pepper and gambier, also cultivated by Chinese, and on the coast of the island to the eastward of the town, and also on the little islets off the harbour, are small agricultural settlements of Bugis and Javanese, who, from their known bravery, are less liable to attacks from the roving Malay pirates, than the more timid Chinese would be, if similarly situated. In a snug cove called New Harbour, about a mile to the westward of the town, is a large village occupied exclusively by Malays, few of whom apparently follow any occupation, though some guess may be made respecting their mode of procuring subsistence.
The interior of the island is almost unknown to the Europeans, but there is a small independent Chinese settlement a few miles distant from the town, which is said to be very populous, and as considerable quantities of produce are brought thence to the town for sale, their plantations must be extensive. No European has yet visited them. The soil near the town is of a sandy nature, but is so thickly covered with herbage that this can only be perceived on close inspection. In the interior, the soil is of a better description, and it is found to be well adapted for the growth of pepper, cotton, and indeed all the most valuable articles of Oriental produce. As the Bengali convicts are employed in making a road into the interior of the island, its topography will soon be better known than it is at present.
Singapore contains an epitome of the population of the whole Archipelago, and indeed of Continental India also. Chinese, Malays, Bugis, Java-nese, Balinese, natives of Bengal and Madras, Parsees, Arabs, and Caifrees, are to be found within the circuit of a few miles, each people forming a separate community, and retaining its customs as completely as if it had never been transplanted.
An early walk through Campong Glam will serve to give a stranger a good idea of the habits and occupations of the different classes. Near the residence of the Sultan he will meet with Malays, lounging about near the doors of their houses, chewing betel, with their sarongs, which usually hang loosely about the waist, wrapped round the body to shelter the wearer from the cool morning breeze.
The main street, however, will have a very different appearance. There Chinese mechanics will be busily employed forging iron-work, making furniture, or building boats; and the level green near the sea will be occupied by Bugis, who have landed from their prahus to mend their sails, or to twist rope and cables from the materials which they have brought with them.
In a portion of the back part of the campong, natives of Sambawa, a far distant island to the eastward of Java, will be found chopping young trees into billets for fire-wood, and making hurdles for fencing; and in another, Bengali washermen hanging out clothes to dry, and dairymen of the same nation milking their cows to supply the breakfast tables of the Europeans. On the roads Klings will occasionally be encountered conducting tumbrils drawn by buffaloes cased in mud and dirt; the creaking of the wheels almost drowning the voice of the driver as he bawls to the animals, in his harsh and discordant jargon. Each nation, indeed, is found pursuing avocations which best accord with its tastes and habits.
The following census of the population of Singa-pore taken in 1833, will show the relative pro-portions of the various classes of inhabitants in the town and the neighbouring plantations and villages.
The Census of the Population of Singapore.
Males. Females. Total.
Europeans........................91 28 119
Indo-Britons.....................56 40 96
Native Christians...............167 133 300
Armenians........................27 8 35
Jews..............................2 0 2
Arabs............................96 0 96
Chinese........................7,650. 867. 8,517
Malays.........................3,673. 3,368. 7,131
Natives of the Coromandel and
Malabar Coasts...............1,762 .57. 1,819
Bengalis........................389 11 400
Natives of Celebes (Bugis),
Bali, c......................794. 932. 1,726
Javanese........................361 .234. 595
Siamese...........................5 .2. 7
Negroes.........................23 .14. 37
have mainly contributed to the present flourishing state of the settlement.
The Malacca-born Chinese hold more direct in-tercourse with the European merchants than the others. Many of these are born of Malay mothers,but, as they always adopt the manners and mode of dress of their fathers, they are scarcely to be distinguished from the actual natives of China, and although they are probably less active and energetic than the latter, they are more enlightened, and make better merchants. Many of this class who have been educated at the Malacca college speak English tolerably well, and, from their constant communication with Europeans, they have acquired in some measure their general habits and mode of transacting business, which renders them more agreeable to the latter than those who have not enjoyed similar advantages. They are all employed in commerce, many as in-dependent merchants, and some are engaged as cashiers and under-clerks in the offices of Euro-peans.
The most intelligent, and, perhaps, the most wealthy of this class, is Chong Long, whose father was Capitan China of Malacca, when that town was under the sway of the Dutch. He resides at Campong Glam, in a large mansion, one of the handsomest buildings in the town, in which he sometimes gives entertainments in the European style to the British inhabitants. The Malacca-born Chinese are always remarkably clean and well dressed, and few are obliged to resort to manual labour. The emigrants from China are chiefly mechanics, agriculturists, and labourers, but many are also engaged in commerce. The most wealthy of the latter is Che Sang, a miserly old man, who appears to great disadvantage when compared with the liberal and well-informed Chong Long. His sole aim has been the acquirement of riches, and he is supposed to possess immense wealth. His cash is deposited in a number of iron chests, among which he always sleeps. It is said that a considerable portion of this treasure has been acquired by gambling, to which he is much addicted. . On one occasion fortune deserted him, and he lost a considerable sum, which so terribly disconcerted the old man, that he took a most solemn oath never to touch di~e again, and, to punish himself for his indiscretion, and as a memento of his oath, he cut off the first joint of one of his little fingers. The ruling passion, however, proved too strong, and he soon embarked in gambling as deeply as ever.
Chinese coolies c1880s,  pic taken from PICAS
The commercial activity of the Chinese is seen to the greatest advantage during the annual visit of the junks from the Celestial Empire; these remain in the harbour from December until June, and, throughout the whole period, boats filled with Chinese are continually passing and repassing among the shipping, giving to the roads the appearance of a floating fair.
The first junk, which arrives generally a little before Christmas, is most anxiously looked for, and when its approach is notified by the crew of a Malay sampan which has been on the look out to the eastward, the greatest bustle pervades the Chinese community: some running along the streets to communicate the important intelli-gence to their friends, come in contact with others rushing from the opposite direction, and many hasten off to the vessel to learn the news from China, every thing that will float, from a sampan to a cargo-boat, being put in requisition.
The first boat reaches the junk whe'n she is still several miles distant, and as she nears the town, she gains an accession of bulk at every fathom, until at last the unwieldy mass slowly trails into the roads, surrounded by a dense mass of boats, having the appearance of a locust which has inadvertently crossed an ant's nest, and is dragging after it countless myriads of the enraged inhabitants attached to its legs and feelers.
As the decks of the junk are always crowded with emigrants, the greater proportion of the visitors are obliged to remain in the boats, and these endeavour to gain as much information as they can by shouting out questions to the people on board.
The Chinese sailing-master, who struts about on the top of the thatched habitation on the quarter deck, with all the importance of a mandarin with a peacock's feather, endeavours in vain to make himself heard above the noise, so that the junk is generally brought up in the outer roads until sufficiently cleared of its visitors to render it safe for it to enter into the inner anchorage.
Other junks soon arrive, and although these do not excite quite so much interest as the first, the same scene is acted over in each. For a day or two after their arrival there is little business transacted, as the crews are all engaged in build-ing roofs over the vessels to shelter the wares which are to be exposed for sale on the decks.
When these arrangements are completed, the fair commences, and the junks are surrounded from morning until night by the boats of the Chinese traders from the shore.
When an European wishes to view the economy of the junks, he is always treated with respect, and is generally invited to the place of honor, and presented with refreshments of oranges and sweet-meats.
From five thousand to eight thousand emigrants arrive annually from China, of whom only forty or fifty are females. About one-eighth of these peo-ple remain at Singapore, and the others scatter themselves over the Archipelago. The majority proceed to the tin mines near Malacca, and on the island of Banca, to the pepper plantations onBintang, and to the gold mines at Pahang, and on the western coast of Borneo.
The landing of the emigrants from the junks forms a very interesting sight, and if I happened to be in the town at the arrival of a large junk, I generally stationed myself near the landing-place to watch their proceedings. They usually came on shore in large cargo-boats, each carrying from fifty to sixty persons, scarcely any space being left for the rowers. As the boat approached the landing-place, which was always on those occasions crowded with Chinese, the emigrants would cast anxious glances among them, and a ray of delight would occasionally brighten the countenance of one of the "high aspirants," on recognizing the face of a relative or friend, on whose favourable report he had probably decided on leaving his country.
The boat was always anchored a short distance from the landing-place, and a squabble would immediately commence between the Kling boatmen and the Chinese passengers, many of the latter being unprovided with the few halfpence required to pay their passage from the vessel. The Klings would bawl, and lay down the law in their guttural jargon, and the Chinese would remonstrate in scarcely less barbarous Fokeen, each being totally unintelligible to the other. After some delay the boat would be pushed in for the shore, and the emigrants, taking up their sleeping mats and small bundles, which formed all their worldly wealth, would proceed to the abodes of their friends, or scatter themselves over the town in search of lodgings.
These affairs, however, do not always terminate so quietly, for it occasionally happens that the passengers, annoyed at the insulting conduct of the boatmen, bundle them overboard, and land without making any payment. The enraged Klings load their adversaries with abuse, the only weapon they dare to wield, and their mortification is increased by finding themselves the laughing- stock of the spectators: for their disagreeable manners render them so universally detested that their misfortunes rarely meet with any sympathy.
The majority of the emigrants embark in China without sufficient money to pay their passage to Singapore, and these defaulters remain in the vessel until they are redeemed by their friends, who pay the amount; or by strangers engaging their services for a stipulated period, and paying their passage money as an advance of wages. The mechanics soon acquire capital, as they always work hard on their first arrival; but many, find-ing that money can be easily obtained, indulge in gambling and opium-smoking, becoming eventually as dissolute as they were previously industrious.
To avoid persecution, every Chinese finds it necessary on his arrival to become a member of one of the secret societies, all of which have the object in China of overthrowing the present dynasty, while they are at Singapore rendered subservient to the national propensity for plunder, as one member will always screen another from detection. The different sects, however, hate each other cordially; therefore the peaceable inhabitants do not suffer so much from their aggressions as if they formed a united body.
It is to be expected that many bad characters arrive, among such considerable numbers of the lower classes of a people by no means famed for their morality; indeed, a fair proportion of the emigrants consists of those who prefer living by ways and means, to gaining an honest subsistence by labour. Great facilities are afforded to these, as their countrymen term them, "disorderly planners of lucky and extraordinary means of gain," the independent village in the interior forming an excellent receptacle for stolen goods, and affording a safe refuge for those delinquents who are sought after by the authorities.
The houses in the outskirts of the town are often attacked by bands of Chinese robbers from the interior, but fortunately they are such arrant cowards that they retreat on the slightest opposition. One fine night during my stay, a body of about fifty, armed with spears and lighted with torches, attacked the village of the Bengali dobies.
The dobies fled, and the Chinese seized upon the linen, clean and dirty, and hastened back towards their fastnesses, bearing away a fair proportion of the wardrobes of the European ladies and gentlemen. Although the cowardly washermen thought of nothing save flight, the robbers did not retreat unmolested, for a gentleman who resided on the outskirts of the town having witnessed their descent, mustered two or three Malays, armed with a couple of fowling-pieces, and laid wait near the road-side for their return. As the robbers passed, triumphing in the idea of carrying away so much valuable booty, of shirts and petticoats, the little party fired, and brought down two of them, on which the remainder took to flight, utterly regardless of the fate of their comrades. The assailants pursued, and the robbers, to escape as they supposed impending destruction, dropped their bundles, so that their line of retreat was pointed out next morning by the wearing apparel scattered on the road, which was collected and returned to the rightful owners.
Strict regulations are absolutely necessary for the well-being of the Chinese: for to the almost perfect freedom from control which they enjoy, so different from the rigid laws to which they are subjected in their own country, may be traced their dissolute habits in this settlement. In Java, where the police regulations are extremely strict, the Chinese are remarkably well behaved, and crime is comparatively of rare occurrence
Extracted from The eastern seas, or, Voyages and adventures in the Indian Archipelago, in 1832-33-34 by Earl, George Windsor

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Using $$ as a motivation?

I really think giving out Edusave Character Awards is a bad idea. I'm not very good at delivering a cogent argument, but I think Sandra Davie covered it pretty well in yesterday's The Straits Times, "Cash for character sends wrong signal" in the Prime commentary section. Best of all, some kind soul out there replicated the article on his/her blog! So you can read the article here :D

After I posted a memory on Chek Jawa in the Singapore Memory Portal, and Weiting posted hers on her first civet sighting in day time, there was a short discussion on Twitter between friends, and the idea of rewards surfaced. The link to this video was shared, and I think it's a brilliant video. (I am very much in awe of these artists who can draw so well!!)

Drive: The surprising truth about what motivates us

So essentially, the carrot-and-stick approach (rewards & punishments) is effective when trying to get people to do mechanical work. When they don't need to think, just follow.

However, when the work requires cognitive skills, even the most basic thinking skills, monetary reward doesn't work anymore. At least not as well. Once you pay people well enough, such that the money doesn't matter anymore, then giving them more money won't improve their performance. People are not as motivated by money as you might think they are. Motivation comes from autonomy (having freedom to do what they want), mastery (getting good at something) and purpose (wanting to contribute to society).

Now I think that's the way we should go (:

Monday, March 12, 2012

Snippets of updates

Hmm, didn't realise I haven't blogged here in a while. Been rather busy, and I can see myself getting busier until end of May.

Was at Ubin last Mon to Wed for the Comprehensive Marine Biodiversity Survey Workshop, and it was super fun! I thoroughly enjoyed myself and talking to the scientists (visiting and local) was very interesting indeed. Imagine going to all these obscure, hidden-from-civilisation islands in the middle of the Indian/Pacific Ocean for scientific expeditions! Super cool.

And then had camps at the Zoo, with some kids bed-wetting and others not knowing how to listen.
I then came to the conclusion that if I ever have kids in the future, I will not let them loose in society until they are well-trained and competent. They will not go around bed-wetting and being a nuisance in public. I think it's probably better if I don't have kids...
And I'm not sure if this is a local school phenomenon, though I don't quite recall getting such questions from international schools, but kids seem to have a super short term memory. Keep asking questions that were already answered (repeatedly). Like "When's breakfast/lunch/dinner?" "Where are we going next?" "Need to bring toothbrush/pyjamas/torchlight etc?"

I can totally see that families are getting more affluent (maybe money from Baby Bonus). Either that, or things are getting cheaper. Kids with phones, iPhones/smart phones, cameras, DSLRs are not rare. I guess times have changed, though the maturity level of kids don't seem to have progressed accordingly.

Moving on, I can see how the next 3 months will be like. Working at night on top of everything else, will mean sleep deprivation probably, and also even less climbing!! By the time June rolls around, I think I'll be super happy to stop work. I will probably be overseas most of the time from June to... 3 years later I guess, after I'm back.

The next 3 years will be like a huge void. :/ I wonder how things will be like after I'm back.

But for now, I shall just concentrate on getting work done. (and finish reading my books!!)

A kid once said to me, "Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?? Oh! I know, you're a workaholic right?"
Too right, I am quite. Though I do like my breaks when I get them.