Looking out of my backdoor – time for RDP Photo Challenge! 😀 I don’t have a backdoor where I live, because if I do, it will open up into 18 storeys of plain atmosphere. So here is one looking out of my favourite person’s backdoor into the backyard that the kitchen views into. Simply because my day now is dreary and it is helpful to bring back some colour even it when it is far far far away and long long long time ago. Bright bougainvillea (neighbours’!) overlooking in fuchsia tones catching the orangey light of the setting sun. How much happier can life be. 😀
I am in a different place and time altogether now. Blogging from the PP airport, waiting for my flight home to close the 2019 year. 2019 flew past, I cannot even remember what Chinese zodiac it was. I know 2020 is Rat, and I have to count an entire 11 animals to find what last (this) year was. Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Boar. Ooh last year was the piggy year.
Scary downstairs, all the Chinese are wearing masks. :p and of course I am too. Not because I am Chinese, but I am just scared. I made a brief phone call this morning when I got to the airport and I was surprised by how I have really really nullified my identity, or that it no longer matters now. I said something along the lines of many people here are wearing masks, if you have, do wear yours too. I have mine with me, I’ll do that too. I’m scared, because I’m in Asia.
It sounded really weird after I ended the call, because. I have always been in Asia, and I am Asian. So that sentence sounded totally off. Nothing related to the mask thing, because it makes perfect sense that we should be keeping ourselves safe from the virus by keeping proper hygiene. And geographically, it is in Asia. It is just how I sounded like I am from / in another planet altogether.
I am not sure what’s going on, but this has been a very spacey week for me. And I have been uttering things that are just absolutely sensible and logical, but when the words come out, they are like little buttons of epiphanies .. of .. how .. I .. am .. now .. just totally dissociated from the identities that used to be so obvious in / about me?
Strange strange week. What’s going on?
Boarding now, adios~ back to the home with just one door serving as both entrance and exit, that one front-back-door. ❤