[ Back to nature ]

Art is a form of expression of feelings and thoughts.
Painting, photography, poetry, tapestry, you name it.
They do not always work best alone, though, especially when intricate idealism is proposed.
More often than not, a collaboration is required to project the intended interpretation.

Art is composed of, if not inspired by, nature.
It represents the voice of the nature calling for some actions.
Or perhaps, the need to preserve the future.

Nature never ceases to amaze me with its surprises.
The height of the tallest tree does not match up to the unreachable sky.
The vast grassland is nothing compared to the boundless earth.
Our eyes is the only limit to the immense color spectrum that nature imparts to us.

Being in nature makes me feel alive.
It rejuvenates, it refreshes.
It takes away the burdens of life and casts them aside, for the moment.
It realizes the sweet taste of freedom.

Freedom, which makes me reflect upon life.
There is hunger to be accepted and loved,
to be on top of the world but not stumble.
There is thirst to be part of a community,
to interact and connect with the surroundings.

I suppose it is human nature to want to satisfy this emotional appetite.
It is neither right nor wrong.
Just like art,
it is time to go back to nature.


[ I am home ]

I am ten thousand kilometers away for adventures but I am not faraway from home.
I am away from the physical home in which I nurture my two younger siblings,
in which all the worries of life rest comfortably on my pillow every night,
the home that I am so familiar with I often take it for granted.
I am away from the usual routes and paths I travel on the way to school,
and faraway from the people I recognize, am acquainted with, or know inside out..

..but I am not that faraway from home.


I may be distances away from where I was brought up but yet feel so homey.
Or, I can be at the heart of my origin but yet feel so terribly remote and lonely.

Home is the state of mind.
It is where I nurture the thoughts and love of my family,
where I am letting my life worry about itself,
where every little thing is cherished despite its lack of familiarity.
I often go astray but somehow always end up reaching my destination.
I bump into people I knew nothing about but somehow end up knowing something about them.

I am not that faraway from home.
I am, in fact, home.


P.S. Many more pictures are going to be up soon, I promise!


[ Away for adventures ]

It has been an embarrassingly lengthy hiatus from blogging, I know. I AM IN EDINBURGH [read: /ɛdɪnbərə/]!!! It is truly the most beautiful city I have ever been to and by beautiful, I really mean BEAUTIFUL! Now, even that word is an understatement. By the way, I think it’s the weather here that forces me to be in the hibernation mode and to snuggle in my blanket of procrastination or pure sloth. In all seriousness, though, I honestly apologize and secretly hope that none of you unfollowed me or forgot about my existence. It is inevitable; it is real that blogging requires deep commitment and conviction to follow through till the end. I salute you, consistent and regular bloggers!

Alright! I’m not here to rant about my negligence or make an apology speech, although I just did — but to fill you in on how I screwed up. Big time! I’m away to a faraway land to find myself and then lose myself, only to find it back again. This is my first time setting off on a long-term and long-distance adventure together with the seemingly piling worries and unsettling fears. Not that I haven’t had that before but this time the intensity is magnified due to the lack of an alive and breathing company.

I made it through the 15 hours of being up in the air unaware of what I had signed up the next 4 months or so of my life for. Anyhow, here I am!

..barely surviving..

..and all alone.

That’s true. I am alone; knowing only one person who is not even going to be within close proximity to be tagged along with. I am alone; accompanied only with my bulky backpack and heavy suitcase which sometimes can get too emotionally attached to me. I am alone; directionless and clueless about anything and everything. However, I am surrounded by warm and helpful people despite the chilly weather. I am alone; but fortunately brave enough to embrace the fact that I am alone but not lonely.

I shall stop the poetical nonsense or nonsensical poet, whichever is to your preference. It’s time for the saying that pictures speak a thousand words..

..and more..

..although captions are really necessary in some cases.



Now you see, beautiful?

P.S. More pictures on the way!




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