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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.
Doubles from different perspectives.
I discovered a very archaic notion today: that the best travel adventures are far far far away.
Here’s to infecting this chaotic world with a frozen moment of zenness. Pause. Reflect. Enjoy the clarity. Peace, you are finally here. ❤
We are a pedigree of selfie sapiens. Shhh, baby, don’t tell anybody.
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 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. ❤
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.
In a parallel universe 14,000km away in the other direction, is yet another Alhambra, and another Granada.
So many crevices for Genie to hide. So many nooks and crannies for multiple genii to spring a surprise.
What better way to end an enjoyable Sunday than to share a lovely lively song that is so loveydovey. Here is a song about eloping to the moon!
Originally posted on Oh, border!:
I had a timeout during the Cannes/Nice weekend, and hopped off to visit Musée Matisse up in the hilly suburbs. I had been repeatedly advised (i.e. reminded) by my dearest mentor LTK to pay a visit. I did, and indeed, I loved it. What was more magical was that I…
Here is a picture of us collecting pebbles from the riverbank. Sometimes we swam over to Myanmar, and then quickly back.
Glimmer of the setting sun from behind very old trees. I accidentally lived right behind an ancient Roman gladiator amphitheater for a week!
My teammates probably found me very disruptive. I could see them frowning, or their eyes squinting, everytime mine lit up with new ideas.
There is this frothy tea that I would have whenever I travelled into the Shanghai city office for work.
Also vaguely known as that thing you do when you have no life living in a village.
The glorious academic plans were thwarted by an offer to develop a huge-ass farm in SzeChuan.
A separate pilot new town project was inchoate and we were just waiting to get over the red tape to start on the detailed work.
A long haul project of four years brought me to a city that now sits very close to my heart. I worked on Yangzhou, flying in and out every three weeks.
Hero hauling haversacks.
In frigid weather.
Well, I really explore all sorts of weird things. Here is one of them: ever wondered what a carrot flower looks like?
We had a lot of fun fooling around. Without any warning, babyboo started bawling.
Having a 3G modem was enough to maintain sanity, and I was happy to go off-grid on everything else.