every time i return from my travels, i kick myself for not capturing certain moments and faces, especially of the kind strangers i met along the way who took such great care of me. sooner rather than later, i will slowly forget their faces, their names, their smiles and the sound of their voices. i pray that i will never forget what they did for me and how they made me feel. our paths may never cross ever again, but i’m glad that they did at one point in our respective journeys.
grrrrrrrrr…..happiness dampened
i left my wallet at my friend’s chalet where i was at earlier this evening…..grrrrrrrrrrrrr………………………………………………..now i have to head there before i head to the airport…………………………………………
i apologize if my tumblr is beginning to turn into a ranting spot - i blame emotions
I’M SO EXCITED I’M GNA DIEEEEEE
I AM FLYING OFF TO MYANMARR TOMORROW OMG OMG I AM GOING TO HYPERVENTILATE FROM THE EXCITMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Five years ago, i stood across a bridge in Chiang Rai, Thailand with my aunt. It wasn’t just any ordinary bridge, it was The Bridge to Myanmar. Then, Myanmar was still very much closed off to foreigners. My aunt is from Chiang Mai which is a province not too far from where we were. She said that I couldn’t enter but she told me stories about Myanmar and I don’t think they were particular exciting stories but whatever it was that she said, I was enchanted by what I heard. I remember looking across the bridge as a 17 year old girl, and swore to myself that one day I will go to Myanmar. Tomorrow, 5 years later, I’m going to make one of my dreams come through! -cue pokemon song: gotta catch them all-
Identity Crisis
This short and simple video was made by one of my closest and dearest friends Pema. Her Dad was Tibetan and her mum was Bhutanese. She was born in Sikkim, India and educated in India but raised as a Tibetan. Although she has never seen and lived in Tibet, her love for the country never fails to amaze me. Everytime I speak to her, I am constantly reminded of Benedict Anderson’s concept of a nation as an imagined community. To me, Tibetans in exile really exemplify this. Through this video, she briefly lets you into some of the questions she gets daily on who she is.
Please watch and share if you enjoyed it. It isn’t a very professional video but I like the concept of the light and different angles of the facial profile. This is the first video that she conceptualized and I’m trying to encourage her to become a film maker and produce documentaries on Tibetan youth. Just simply watching it would go a long way in encouraging her! Thank you!
San Pedro de las Colonias in the state of Coahuila, Mexico. This is a small town not so far from the US border where there is an unusually high rate of heroin use. This is quite a rare occurence in Mexico, even though heroin is produced on a large scale to meet the huge demand in the United States, there is very little evidence of widespread addiction - except this place. Supposedly migrant workers coming back home already addicted to the drug after spending time on the other side of the border, influenced the adolescents of San Pedro and so began the craziness…
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Imagine if another Singaporean couple (only citizens can buy direct from HDB) were to buy that flat and later found out the huge price difference, how would they feel? How would you feel if you happen to be that couple? Bitter? Angry? Cheated? The truth hurts. You will surely feel cheated and bitter over this $436,000 4S flat purchased as a first timer direct from the HDB. Will you support this government since you are so bitter and sore? I doubt so. I’m just speaking the truth as a human with feelings.
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We are not proud to be Singaoreans. We curse our fate as citizens of this country. How to have an inclusive society when there is no morale? How to fight and win a war when citizens are dishearten and felt cheated?
” —Is this my Singapore? My home and my country? | Gintai_昇泰
“We are not proud to be Singaoreans. We curse our fate as citizens of this country. How to have an inclusive society when there is no morale? How to fight and win a war when citizens are dishearten and felt cheated?” this line really reallyy made me very sad. you can really feel his disenchantment and i can understand where it stems from too. i don’t agree with his blaming of PRs but there is really no running away from the fact that Singapore really is becoming increasingly expensive for many people, including me.
→ A Stroke Of Insight
“We can all learn that we can take full responsibility for what thoughts we are thinking and what emotional circuitry we are feeling. Knowing this and acting on this can lead us into feeling a wonderful sense of well-being and peacefulness.” Jill Bolte Taylor
12.46am: smells for thought
wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could store smells somewhat-permanently? at least something that lasts longer that the lingering smell on your furniture or tshirt. i’m not talking about perfumes or air freshners that create scents, but rather the scents of The Present. my mum just marinated pork belly with fermented beancurd with pepper, etc and the whole house now smells of this. i just want to store this smell and a few years down, smell it again and remember this night. it’s like adding another dimension to our memory storage. we’ve nailed down sound and sight - our cameras, video recorders, sound equipment records our aural and visual memories.
my preliminary google search doesn’t draw up anything. in my rough sketches in my mind, i can imagine a device but not one that would function scientifically. you can’t just grab a vial and swing it about in the air to trap the air. the concentration of the compounds that is creating the smell would be too low. i imagine something like a SPME device (it concentrates trace compounds onto a fiber) but that wouldn’t work because it’s selective to what you what to store. a smell-storing device needs to be able to concentrate and trap everything in the air that contributes to that mixture of smells. hmmmmmmmm…………………………………….smells for thought…
my very talented friends…
makes me envious.
i have many many many talented friends and they all make me wish i was blessed with their talents. i look at WX, L, and JL’s paintings and back at mine, and i think mine looks like some painting done by a (non-precocious) child which i should just chuck to one corner.
