dissolving lines in the world through understanding them
Today’s prompt is perfect for the contents I intended to cover. I am so so so thankful for the good Creator has brought, and how Creator has taught and brought me to do good. I had been really quiet the past week. (Well, then again, I had been really quiet from my blog for the past month.)…
New word in my vocabulary! One thing I am very fervid about is language.
There are times I feel like I am emotionless. I can look at things pointblank and deal with them as just plain events, facts and figures. Which can be very scarily cold to many, including myself. The other way of describing it could well be that I can view things from a very centred perspective,…
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the markers of childhood are filled with firsts rights of passage to be celebrated, first birthdays first tooth lost first knee scraped first day of kindergarten if you are lucky born on the right side of freedom and make it to your first birthday for some the markers of childhood contain…
When Universe leaves us invisible markers that feels and clicks, as guide posts along the way.
I woke up very early this morning to attend a webinar on Wisdom.
We eventually have to grow up.
We eventually have to move.
I have to cross many of them on my way to work, because my office is surrounded by empty parcels of land.
The intrepid adventure of an unknown diver / snorkeler beside a tame but stern shark in the middle of the ocean with crystal clear waters and a sandy undulating seabed has come to a conclusion today.
Some are songs dad used to sing to us, probably even as lullabies. He still sings them to Oscar, Oliver and Ruirui!
This eclipse brought my eyes to a focus on things I have lived with, although much has been boiling inside. Possibly also gaining momentum and pressure in a my little cauldron.
Our ragtag community is now 505 people strong! It has just crossed the one year mark (+almost one month~) since we started from seven separate personal sites of the founding ragtaggers, and found our way to one community pool, and slowly grew to this little milestone today. On behalf of the ragtag team, thank you…
I cannot remember how we grew up bilingual.
Inuits believed them to be the frozen embers from the aurora borealis.
So we moved to Triel-sur-Seine for the final weekend.
My Mini Me joined me in Paris!
Stopped over at Cologne to break the long train journey from Berlin back to Paris.
My mind is now flowing backwards against time. I shall update all the photos that I so ambitiously promised to post.
Ahh sooo sooo sooo is the commonly recognisable phrase I hear in the izakaya.
Tokyo is not at all what I imagined it to be. Even where Godzilla was probably was not where I am staying at.
I thought I escaped the heat when I made the trip to Europe from the equator.
Oh my, I am very surprised I have not blogged about Cologne yet! Been too busy rabbiting around that I lost track!
Delays for every public transport service I planned to take!
So … today I just sauntered and roamed around the other city of the Berlin, and indeed it had a lot more character.
We stopped over at Frankfurt for lunch.
I was expecting to enter an older(er) city of masonry buildings dotted with quaint wobbly-looking wooden facades.
Why are abbeys always built into such breathtaking naturalistic elements?
Surprise, I’m back at ohborder! Will probably be posting everyday for the next two weeks!
I survived a year of teaching!!!
I recently discovered we have a bread monster in the house.
… pingbacks start working again.
I am more like melt…ing. It’s crazy hot in Phnom Penh.
OMG. Time flies like crazy airplanes. It’s my month again!
Lil’O is the smallest and youngest being this Chinese New Year, and was thus the centre of attention for the huge family gathering.
It’s Chinese New Year and it seems like a costume party galore for the little ones.
I hardly write about Oscar, so today I shall put in some effort to introduce the other O to the blogosphere.
Babysharkdooodoodododooo. Quite a job. Not sure whether his camouflage is for the baby/mummy/daddysharkfamily, or for the Chinese New Year red packets. Vain boy in winter jacket on the equator. Getting ready for japan!
Many people are off for vacations, but no way am I going to make any trip out of this country. Finally some ground time and I am staying put!!!
There is this photo I took in class one early morning, and it matches the RDP angle! I had nowhere else to show it off, so here would be best!
Weekend is here! I forecast a lot of rest and a lot of joy!
I am now working towards a more balanced lifestyle where I have enough rest while also having enough time to pursue the meaningful things in life.
Almost all the cities I have planned has river(s) running through them. Those that do not, are cities directly fronting the sea, bay, but not the ocean though.
Spiky till it hurts, what better image to portray that than the Three of Swords.
I normally do not do awards, but since I am still ringing the new year vibes, and today’s RDP happened to be Mystery…
Prelude to 2019 having meaningful conversations and meaningful relationships with meaningful people. I anticipate positive dynamics for 2019! ❤
Wow, crossed over to 2019! Wheehee! Instead of having last year segue into this year, I felt I had to interrupt it, almost like a hard reboot.
The abstract moment of truth when you suddenly see what it means by DNA and the thread that runs through your blood.
Came home early from work today to hang out with the double O bros. Oliver really had me in fits of laughter from his antics.
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On the assumption that life keeps up this momentum, this shall be the view from my office before the end of 2018 ❤
Yay, just completed my final flight for 2018!!!
I am seeing the ripple effects of incidents from last week. So I want to send out positive ripples instead.
The sparklet that says we can, and we have to, make this world a better place.
I think friendship is a basis, a foundation. Yet, I am very fussy about when I use the term friendship.
I have been very quiet lately because it was pouring crazies. The week started out really brilliant, but got much worse along the way.
My favourite walk thus far is in a cemetery – a former jungle, battleground, necropolis – so much history and heritage.
It dawned on me yesterday that whether or not we see and receive what He is waiting to give, depends sooooooo much on how ready and willing we are to receive.
So Mercury retrograde has shown its face very early this round.
It’s been a year!
I had a dream of crystal clear waters again, and this time not in the still boundless ocean but in a crowded sea with waves.
My clock was thus pretty messed up, and I could not slumber through the flight the way I usually do.
It is very interesting to observe the evolution, or creeping in of adulthood, in our family chats.
Oliver suddenly asked me about Shanghai this morning. What a strange strange strange bucket list to start.
Corniest of all corn in the world:
Q: Why is this an Asian squirrel?
前人种树，后人乘凉 is a Chinese saying for the earlier generation sowing a seed for the future generation to enjoy the shade of the tree.
All weekends should be like this. I am now writing on the top floor of a very nice shopping mall, with a double volume space and natural daylight, surrounded by books and pretty decor.
Let’s say in this case, I am the animal, and the divine is administering me a dose of my own medicine. Via a very serendipitous anonymous hand.
So here is my rendition of (foot)Steps – the happy feet stepping on happy tiles. The tiles did come in black and white, and so did my shoes that day.
One epiphany that stopped me in my tracks was that it takes strength to see strength in another. The other was that it takes love to see love in a situation.
The little ones object to anyone of us feeling blue! I woke up this morning to two chuckling bouncing objects – little bundles of joy.
Thanks to the very educational Ragtag Daily Prompt, which is Fabulist today, I realise that it actually means a person who relates tales/fables, or a liar. Ouch!
Sometimes these things that we do/did/are doing/will do have a wayyyyy bigger picture than we realise, and by definition of serendipity, you don’t exactly know if this happy beneficial occurrence was by chance or by hard work.
There are so many things we lived with all our lives without questioning, “is that right?”, “is that acceptable?”, “is that fair?”. Or maybe I was just too busy following the “rules” to keep myself as safe as I possibly can.
Here is the herd of our next gen in our ah-ma daycare.
Just did a superduper extensive, and pretty much impressive (at least to me) spread of tarot. 😀 Look at it!
It’s 6am writing from the airport again. I am feeling like a plump little plum rolling around in a bunch of linguistic obstacle course.
I had a fantastic burble-ing weekend! Sis was away, and I had the double-Os to myself, and relinquishing them for abit to babybro now and then.
Something weird is happening. I cannot get my head around it, and the angels keep nudging me to write.
Celebrating the remarkable decision for a comeback.
I think how we feel and see the world really depends on how we frame it, and how we tell ourselves what is happening.
It’s a weird feeling, not that it tastes good or bad, but it just tastes so darn interesting because I never thought of eating flowers before.
Falalala feeling inspired by my own life.
Posh is such an apt prompt to write to, this recovery weekend with one full dozen of oysters, a honey sake topped with a pretty purple flower, and two premium sushi rolls!
Featherlightheartedness indulging in the meaningfulness and fullness of life, however grubby I may feel with the hair, face, and skin, dry from dusty roads riding in exposed tuk-tuks.
I am already knee deep in trying to understand the natural world, so I have never looked into this other new realm of robots before.
Guess I have been coddiwompling – travelling in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination – most of the part of my life I have control over.
Pardon me for my absence, has it been one full week already?
This black and white photo of our little boy wandering the big busy world of cold hard sculptural adults is in response to Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Sculptures, Statues, Carvings.
Oh gosh, I’m back (temporarily) into a sane world of normal human pace, and realised I have missed yarn, remember, elder, fluffy, and I shall be early on brio.
This video came around again today, so I thought I’ll share it here.
We had funny names for the dogs – the one who was there with me is called Number Two because it was a second dog there; the first one was called Number One.
Mobility is a huge freedom, and there are so many layers and aspects we can zoom into and examine why it means freedom.
I feel vaguely blue today. Vaguely because I don’t exactly know why I feel blue, and totally bewildered with big “Huhhhhhhhsss? What’sss goingsss onsss?”
I can smell the lemony / vinegar-ish zest of the perspiration on their hair, just from looking at this picture!
“Does this fall under the category of 没关系?” This Chinese term means “does not matter”, and in the context of what we were discussing, “fungible” would be the perfect word which I did not know before this RDP.
Unrequited love it was, I really do not like cats.
Having an upbeat attitude makes life so much easier to deal with. Here are some pics of crazy shit we do when we are not busy saving the world.
Time flew past like crazy airplanes! I missed so many prompts that I shall attempt to catch up on them right now.
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It was really hot up there on the zinc roof. I remember them pirouetting and singing “hothothothothot … where are my slipperrrssss”.
Reframing and pushing boundaries are way more fun than just sticking to the darn “correct” answers which I had to “abide by” in the previous education system I was in.
The novel aspect of this six-pack of city umbrellas is that it was the largest wooden structure in the world.
My memories of Andalucian culture was mostly of music and dance – it is after all the home to Flamenco, a dance form that keeps my heart upbeat and fluttery.
Heck. It has been one full week, and I am still on the Eclipse like it is a never-ending story. Bear with me, I’m sure today’s the last post about this latest pair of eclipses. Tsk.
Managed to find a laptop with a CD-reader, and extracted all my old Melbourne photos from 2005!
Metaphorically, there’s a whole quarry of memories in this physical stack of flat circles in front of me. On the other hand, I really want to write about my memories of the gold quarry!
The eclipse put a black shade over my life this weekend, and time flew past without any productive accomplishment, and it scares me.
Can’t do math. Actually. The bonus is that it is something different. 😀 We sometimes need a little jolt to shake things up a little?
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The immediate association with Courage in tarot-speak is VIII Strength. However, I see Courage as only part of what Strength is about, while at the same time, Courage also speaks for more than what Strength is about. Every VIII Strength card comes with a lion, and a very composed human bravely co-existing with…
Neglected the kerb. Or its wheels.
Clear as sky it is eclipse and blood(y) full moon season. Inner child owned the session this evening, and I just gave her the space to.
Travel in Style, was my modus operandi for a few years of my life. Of every 30days, I would be spending 10days up in the air and on some foreign land (foreignly China).
The stillness of the water catches the world on its surface. Can one still draw the line between reflection and reality?
I like the sound of today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt Zing! The entire suit of Swords came to mind, Ace of Swords – Zing! Two of Swords – ZingZingggg!
Time and again.
Time and tide wait for no man.
No time already, kthxbye.
The beauty of these mandarin ducks are their colours, but I guess having them in b&w brings out the interesting patterns which would otherwise be overshadowed by their gorgeous attractive colours.
It’s raining gold nuggets! Metaphorically~ it appears that wisdom is showering down, and hopefully in terms of material gold equivalent too.
The prompt for today is GOLD. Take gold as your inspiration and create in whatever way inspires you. Share your inspiration with the group with a pingback. If you need directions, they are available here. Today is the 50th day of Ragtag Daily Prompts! We’ve had at least one a day since our inception, which…
Photos from the top of my world. ❤
A picture paints a thousand words, and this one says, “Welcome home” x 3.
This is what I’m like if I have to do any presentations extempore. It’s so tough, I am having problem even just spelling it out.
This week, I only managed to tick the Octopus off the checklist.
For a while, I lived right up in the clouds. ❤
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is Open, and I guess the easiest to write about would be keeping hearts, minds, arms, eyes open.
Me reads:
Kerfuffle = covfefe (curvefurfur); or
Kerfuffle = covfefe (coffeefeefeeefEEee *on a caffeine-high*) + wahffles (high on sugar).
Goofy me oftentimes find I end up spoofing myself in the word prompts. Happily, dappily, I’d take the word of the day and run with it.
Today’s RDP is Superstition, and friggatriskaidekaphobia means a phobia of Friday the 13th, so says the wiktionary.
Always find it enjoyable peeking through grooves and taking photos framed by the foreground from where I take them.
The most classic stylish vintage kitchen I have ever visited. Welcome to Claude Monet’s kitchen and dining room.
This photo meets most criteria – it has geometry, window, brick (tiny slitty one on top left), and bushes (errmm. tree = tall, spacey bush?)
Learnt a new word the past couple of days. Hooyah!
When I first saw it, I thought it was auto-generated translation from Thai in Facebook.
There’s a saying, “if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him“. Ouch. And maybe a high-five.
Picked another random page from another not-so-random book today. Universe seems determined for me to work on Reconciliation.
In the nerdiest of ways, I flipped a page (my mindful dart) from Thich Nhat Hanh’s Reconciliation: healing the inner child.
Not sure what is wrong with these two days. So much dirt being pulled out from under the carpet again.
A feather floated past while I was writing the previous post. Guess the Light Team agrees I am walking the right way.
It is always fortunate when we are shown the way.
Look at this flower, it is extending its hospitality to the bee from a different kingdom.
My train of thought does not usually run on the same tracks. The magic train leaps and flies up in the air and lands on whichever tracks that is fancy (or it fancies) at the moment.
Saw this stack of buckets at the golden pavilion temple.
Here goes another Chinese proverb, “既來之，則安之”. It originally meant when people come from afar, settle them down and help make them comfortable.
Today’s prompt brings to mind the serried mountains of Guilin that felt somewhat jostled and awkward, however beautiful.
The more I ramble, the more I stumble upon little gems in the whole bed of gravel.
Posting pics of zen gardens brought me back to the memories of my silly venture into zen-ness few years ago. The level of zen can be viewed at different scales of how a person does/sees/thinks things.
Drawing straight lines on sand must have been tremendous focus training. Diagonal lines without a strict line of reference – does it make it easier or harder?
