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?
The Ragtag Daily Prompt crossed the one-month Milestone as we now enter July. Congratulations ragtaggers and the ragtag community!
By some fluke encounter, I ventured into the heart of Paris Fashion Week last year, dressed in the sloppiest attire ever.
The most awkward reaction to a photo challenge would be, “oh yes! I do have upskirt photos!”
Good morning. Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is MILESTONE. As we approach the milestone of providing prompts for one month, I invite you to use milestone as an inspiration for a post of your own. Writing of any sort or a photo or an illustration. Go wherever it takes you. When you’re ready to post, include…
Sorry to take you this far with no conclusion of any kind. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, it is just a long long rant post.
Here are foodie pics of the yummy toxins fed into my body, they are sheer indulgence for my heart and soul.
It feels very iffy to be navigating life with this intangible compass. However, this intangible compass has proven to be extremely reliable, even at times when it sounds extremely ridiculous to be following it.
Kinkaku-ji is the precedent for ginkaku-ji.
Hm… A word. Letters grouped together that have meaning. Or so we have been taught. A word that makes one think. A word that makes one feel. Is the meaning the same for you? or you? or you? or me? Let’s find out. Today’s prompt is…… REJUVENATE! I dare you to surprise me! You know…
Here are my entries for this week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:
Horizontal Line(s).
Here is a twitterpated Bambi looking out for Faline, whilst she tries to sniff out his tracks.
Catching up on this prompt almost one week late would be considered pretty antediluvian, no?
Ponds have a way of making me ponder about many things in life.
The most Italian of this trip is the omu-rice without the omu (omelette) – my last meal before leaving Kyoto.
Okay, I cheat again, here is a moving photo. It is more magical this way. 🙂 Twinkle the lanterns At Kasuga-taisha, Nara. In response to Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Light the Night.
Since today’s prompt is Check, here’s a photo of spidermen checking on our food.
I was caught in the Osaka earthquake yesterday, causing me to miss my flight but I was lucky enough to grab a seat on today’s flight.
There are times in our lives where we are target-less. Or maybe I have just relinquished control to a higher wisdom up there which has managed every day of my past two weeks of travel.
Went through all my foodie pics and there was absolutely no sign of anything julienne.
Wow, I didn’t know that cataract also means downpour, shower, waterfall, etc! I was waddling in a series of different cataracts today.
Saw this wild pig while strolling up the park behind the hotel.
Do you really want to see what I have been eating the past two weeks? ❤ ❤
Here is a photo of Himeji-jo which I made a special detour and stayed overnight to catch a glimpse of its night view.
What difference is that from unrequited love, and how does one differentiate that from real but unspoken deep connection with another?
I originally thought rag-a-bash (taking the meaning of scoundrel) is someone who bashes about ragged people.
I was studying food. Does that count?
In-Conversation with Roboto. 😀
I did not have to desaturate the photo at all, the beach is naturally that black and white.
Today is June 8, and the Ragtag Daily Prompt is Pickle. Use it any way you like, link it back to this page and enjoy. To link, copy this: https://wordpress.com/post/ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/129 and then paste it into your post with the link tool. If you put Ragtag Daily Prompt and RDP as tags, it will also…
Today’s prompt is Pickle! From this set of photos, can you guess which ones are pickled?
So many photos of flowers in different shades of purple today. From the light to the bright to the intense shades of midnight.
Welcome to the Ragtag Community Blog. This is the place where all our Ragtag Daily Prompts will be located, so it should be much easier for everyone to play along. We are indebted to Leaping Toes from Oh Border! for establishing the Ragtag Community Blog for us and for you. Without further ado, here is…
The biggest one for me would be the butterflies everywhere – on the ground, along the walls, hovering the colourful flowers.
Sitcom is a combination of situation and comedy! Who knew? I am in the middle of one (or many) right now.
I am flummoxed by how affected I am by the summer heat. Or by how I have forgotten how affected I was by summer heat.
Meditating with a crystal ball when a WhatsApp message comes in. Checking to see WhatsUp.
Here is a photo of a transitory ground of sometimes sand, sometimes water, sometimes foam. All three states of being can be seen within this photo.
How we choose to frame this world view ultimately determines how we see the world, and it really is as simple as that.
Welcome the rural life redux and here I am back in the farming scene for a breather.
It is strange when the clock strikes twelve (or whichever time depending on whichever location) and there is nothing to look forward to, cos time has come to a standstill on 31st May.
The finality of things. Today is the last of Daily Prompt. Ouch!
My All-Time Favorites would be the heavenly signs that appear when I am not in a good state of knowingness.
Coincidentally, today’s prompt has been a recurring conversation at my place the past couple of weeks.
At times, we lose sight of ourselves or our senses, and Universe throws in an alternative reality as a juxtaposition to remind us of who we really are, or what we really want.
Of the (not many) years I spent there, I only attended one prayer ceremony once.
Whee~ Urban waterfall outside my office! Nevermind that I’m drenched in my nice work dress.
These stylish exhibits are our “raffle tickets” for gift exchange.
Doubles from different perspectives.
He leaned against the window, pondering the full moon. His fingers inadvertently twirling the silk tassels of the Oriental lantern – another new decor from his travels.
Us siblings are pretty close-knit, yet it is virtually impossible to capture three of us in a single photo.
I discovered a very archaic notion today: that the best travel adventures are far far far away.
Do you know that we can hold guilt in us unconsciously (or subconsciously), even though sometimes it is by no fault of ours?
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Almost seven and a half years ago The Daily Post opened its virtual doors to the WordPress.com blogging community. It’s been an incredible ride, and incredible rides, too, sometimes come to an end. As of the end of this month (and 2,000 Daily Prompts, 380 Photo Challenges, 260 Community…
I broke out into laughter the first time I saw these twisted cauliflowers.
On the assumption that life keeps up this momentum, this shall be the view from my office before the end of 2018 ❤
Arrow says Left.
Memory says Home is Right.
Heart says Pause; Straight Ahead is Fine.
Awkward is the moment when you open up your Photo Library, and it shows endless photos of South America which you have never stepped in before.
Where you are looking from, all the way to where the guard stands, is the thickness of that ancient Xi’an city wall.
I have been following the entries for many of Cee’s Challenges, and finally mustered my courage to participate instead of merely watching from the sidelines!
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Today is not a busy intense day. Neither was it a smooth day. It was like a tipper truck dropped little gravels all my path, and I was tripping over them one after another. How annoying was that! Needed to find something more interesting to make up for this lack…
Life is fairly simple to deal with at its two-dimension, or three-dimension. Throw in the fourth and the fifth dimension and it gets into a whole new level of complication.
Here’s to infecting this chaotic world with a frozen moment of zenness. Pause. Reflect. Enjoy the clarity. Peace, you are finally here. ❤
I have very lucid dreams of being in my natural habitat of an infinite waterbody all the time, almost like an escape from the land-locked world.
The animal farm I lived in:
Here are some of my fellow compatriots, some lived more equal than others.
We are a pedigree of selfie sapiens. Shhh, baby, don’t tell anybody.
The phone buzzed and the usual breakfast photo came in.
Manhandling the thorny hard husk into breaking open; acknowledging that it really stinks at the core of the matter; finally tasting the sweet (or just) desserts after.
Here is a glimpse into the place in my inner world, which you can easily enter by viewing the A Card A Day I did in January.
There is the real, and there is the appearance. It appears that my place in the world is in front of plates of food – mostly cakes.
I love this gentle sunset but
the picture frame is a mess – all the skewed lines of different manmade elements, so harsh so unwieldy.
You asked to walk a month in my shoes.
Taking the urban forest concept a little too literally. Here we have the Avatar trees~
Channelling my inner rebel. Life is short. Wear mismatched socks.
There is a place in the world where I have absolutely no business to be in, yet it feels so solidly comfortable, some place where I feel I belong.
The rapid route to happy mood is … caviar … in technicolours!
The bull horns is just a case in point that I can now appreciate the beauty of nature as it is, without judgement that this is creepy, that is scary, those are morbid, etc.
Our buses are pretty much mobile billboards, but this obtrusive one takes it up a brand new level.
Boo! Just a creepy picture of me posing with light bubblies~ Bwahahahaha.
Coincidentally, I very recently rewatched Tim Minchin’s UWA address from five years ago. I love his speech for the humour of course, the poetic rhythm, the wit, the wisdom, and the existiential realist he is.
Life changes; roles change; environs change; tides turn, over time.
The freezing cold scare last night brought back the warmth of a song from decades ago. I think being brought up in the equatorial belt is cool , with so much room for romantic concepts like this song / musical.
My life came to an abrupt standstill last night, it was rather creepy. I was feeling really stuffy in office, with a throbbing headache, and a sore back like a million needles went through it.
Wine-tasting exercises averaging 25 types a sitting (or standing) is bound to have any person wear her heart on the sleeve.
Took me a while to figure what kind of lines can astonish. I am pleasantly surprised to recall one such line – a Roman aqueduct in Segovia!
Want to watch me throw a tantrum about lines? Fine. Here are the pics of the unhappiest part of my life.
The most consistently rivuletine lines I have seen are those of Antoni Gaudí. His inspiration from, and mimicry of, mother nature is stupendous.
To get myself out of that pattern of dense thoughts and feels, I have put up this collage of pictures more in the form of “wat-the-heck” lines.
This is Musée d’Orsay. Its steel arch structure with glass arch ceiling casts amazing shadows on itself as the light filters through.
The elaborate colour palette of mother nature meets (wo)man. Matchymatchy!
Necklace bestowed upon me by my Light Team. Isn’t it pretty?
There was one thing I did during the Shanghai stint that my sis lost all respect for me over. It was an activity vaguely like painting, except it was done through numbers.
The delight from community development lies in the partaking in joint efforts to manifest from nothingness to many-thing-ness. ❤ The most precious reward at the end of the day – fulfilled hearts, and a fine sunset. ❤
Directly from fifth heaven. Lesson learnt: don’t whine too much about “trivial” things, don’t joke too much about higher beings.
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I have no idea whether there really is such a thing as authentic anything/anywhere cuisine at all. As authentic as Mom’s cooking? But every mom is different.
