Globe Trekker...

My favouritest theme song ever :)

Pink Pin Cushions...

So every time I have fever and cold and bad throat and all those horrible things that happen only to good people (like me), I feel the need to write something mind-bogglingly intelligent, incase I never wake up from the drugs-induced sleep, you know, leave a legacy behind and all that? Eh?


So right baby-cakes, what do you think of this brilliant idea of having moving roads? See? I told you, mind-bogglingly intelligent I promised.


Ooooh let me elaborate. So you see, instead of having people drive/ride on bridges, and add to the slow-moving monstrous traffic, we can have a section of road, that is narrow and prone to traffic jams, that ta-da moves! Like those moving walkways/sidewalks at airports? Like a treadmill, just instead for vehicles. Isn't it brilliant? No more pesky riders who overtake you and no more slow moving vehicles that block the entire narrow lane. Problem solved. The world will be a better place. There will be world peace and no more hungry kids and no more sad butterflies and the clams can go back to being all gay and merry and the sky can go back to being its original candy floss pink dream. La-la-la, happy world.


That said, I can go back to sleep now.

A Message...

This broke my heart


and this.


Do check out One Hello World. What a wonderful idea!

Fruity Vanilla...

If you're looking for a few laughs....

(keep the kids away...and parents)

Purple Boots...

So the prince and princess finally met after much struggle and many heartbreaks. It was a full moon night and they were finally together in the perfumed rose garden. Alone and intoxicated, they were eager for their lips to meet. For this kiss was destined.

And then suddenly the princess realised she had forgotten to floss.

"Anthem"

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

A Portrait of Life...

Look at the lurking lioness...what a beautiful shot!

One day. I'll see these with my own eyes.

Train journeys. 

What a handsome bird!

A burning moon?

Foot and Thistle. I love this shot. 

Like a colourful painting. I could hang this on my bedroom wall. 

Oasis.

I want to go there! One day.

Playthings. 

Chopsticks.

Helpless. 

Some more stunning shots at Nationalgeographic.