Thursday, 3 February 2011

You saved me in every way a person can be saved

Love is standing on wet cement...
the longer you stay, the harder it is to leave
and you can never let go without leaving your

- a week away from home, exploring beaches with the significant other
- eating a whole chicken each
- getting meat sweats and climbing 'sand mountains'
- getting sand in my boots
- saying the F.O.U.R lettered word to each other for the first time

Eden Project

- a day out with the significant other, visiting the eden project.

- making him take the photographs on my phone...

- ...i didnt want to look like a tourist

- using expired student cards for discounts

- licking hot chilli sauce in the car journey home

Monday, 29 November 2010

Sing it to HIM

"Being in a foreign country means walking a tightrope high above the ground without the net afforded a person by the country where he has his family, colleagues, and friends, and where he can easily say what he has to say in a language he has known from childhood"
- Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness Of Being)

As I pondered upon this passage I found in Kundera's book, it dawned on me that this is exactly how I have always felt. Living in different places where the people do not even know the existance of my mother tongue adds to the challenge. It has been a continuous journey and effort of explaining my origins. From Chinese to Thai to Filipino to Nepali, all the different races and ethincities I have been mistaken for.

But I am thankful for where I am today.

Below are random shots from my time spend in London, Brighton and Eastborne this summer.