Felix the Kat

My friends from school say I look like this (and only in particular to this picture) -

And they’ve been calling me Felix intermittently for the past .. 6 months?

I reaallly beg to differ. Haha.

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Life in the Blue – BBC Motion Gallery

 

I love it!!

The artistic direction is really interesting such a genre of documentary. And I love the shrimp on the sea cucumber and nudibranch!!

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In entirety

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Travel + Photography = Wall

Me is very proud of my travel photography wall.

I think I’ve managed to encompass most of the significant places that I’ve been. There’s diving in Sipadan/Kapalai and Dayang (didn’t add Burma Banks in though it was a fantastic trip), there’s Cambodia, Chinese paintings from Shanghai, New Zealand, Sikkim, and Alaska.

-Beams-

 

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Zzz

 

Need. sleep.

Currently fueled by sugar.

 

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Currently on my wall

 

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I had almost forgotten…

of this place called Borong Polok in Sikkim.

Not because the journey wasn’t enjoyable, but it was just another world. A world so different from the one I am in now that it doesn’t surface  in my memory that easily sometimes .

Until I saw these photos again.

“To start the day with snow-capped mountains bathed red in the morning sun; and to end the day looking at orbs of light slowly lighting up from homes in the opposite mountains – darkness blends and I don’t know where the stars end and the mountains begin.”

The morning sunrise reflecting off the white peaks of the Himalayas

The reason why we’re there – the paper making factory

The everyday food. Yums.

Chang wine! How will I ever forget its sweet grainy taste

With Sunita and Kalpana. I do hope they’re well.

 
With Didi (Auntie in Nepalese?), Shanti’s mum.

I forgot the story behind this photo.. I think we’re trying to observe their lifestyle.. so we went – very early in the morning – to their homes, when the sky was just breaking and the wood starts crackling in the stove

Sikkim’s tea fields and Tibetan prayer flags

 
Me and the tea leaves. Project mates trudging down well worn paths behind me

Sun set off the misty mountains.

Brings a pang of nostalgia. A slight wonderment of how the village is doing, if everything is still the same. Whether or not the village is still years away from modern civilization. Whether the kids have grown into fine young adults. If they still remember me. If I’ll ever have an experience as profound as this again.

Namaste.

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Overcoming

Picture from Deviantart, Cal250

When did I become a skeptic in the fluttery you-complete-me, I-can’t-live-without-you kinda love talk?

When did I become realistic? I wished I was more dreamy sometimes; who can dream up diabetically romantic verses and believe fervently in the fluttery proclamations of love, but gone are the days. I mean, I do smile when I read such stuff, but to totally believe in it? Not really…

A committed relationship cannot live on just love alone, and yet it inevitably dies without love. There are many couples whom I admire and respect, and also those whom I hope I’ll never be like. There have been couples who took almost all of my faith away, and yet there were those who tell me, in their everyday ways, that faith is all there is.

Love hurts sometimes; no two ways about it. There’s a quote that says, when you love someone, you’re opening yourself up to being hurt. More often than not, healing is a bitch. And yet there’s another quote that says, being on top of the world doesn’t mean anything unless you know what it is like to be at the bottom.

The world is a crazy place. It’s a crazy place full of misery and sadness. But it’s also a crazy place full of love and laughter. Quoting Helen Keller, the world is full of suffering, but it is also full of overcoming.

 

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