Yep, temple hopping, a new expression I just made up. And yep, that’s mostly what I did for the first days of my 3-nights trip to Penang.
On the first day of our arrival, it was already late afternoon, and it was too bad that temples close quite early. But well, I could still take in the beautiful elaborated temple roofs and temple wall paintings all around Georgetown…
Yet, as the darkness of the night was closing in, an unexpected pleasant surprise awaited us at the end of the jetties…
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Shamballa bracelets have become the talk of the town. Ever since they were found in the hands of celebrities, people have become curious to learn more about the beautiful Shamballa bracelets. These intricately crafted bracelets are elegant and their colors are stunning.
Indian and Tibetan Buddhists believe that a kingdom called Shamballa is in the Himalayan valleys and it is not easily accessible. Only those who aspire to reach glorifying heights in spiritualism are considered eligible to access the mythical kingdom. The kingdom overflows with harmony, love, peace and enlightenment. Inspired by the kingdom, Shamballa bracelets were born. They are exclusive, they are special, and they are trendy and are they only for the rich?
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This is an article that I had written for my school’s School Magazine 2012/13. Now that the magazine is officially and finally published and out there, I think that it’s then eventually all right to at last share with you what I wrote. Hope you like it! Don’t forget to share your views as well in the comment box below 🙂
“I won’t have a gay son.”
“Then, mom, you don’t have a son.”
In the award-winning television film, Prayers for Bobby, Bobby Griffith decided to end his life because he could not live with the guilt of being homosexual. Although he had gone to live on his own with an understanding cousin and his caring boyfriend, he could no longer bear it. He could not live while knowing that his mother did not accept him as he was.
This film is based on a true story.
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Les « coeurs sur la main » n’ont pas d’histoire ; mais je connais celle des coeurs enfouis et tout mêlés à un corps de boue.
This French quote from François Mauriac very much describes my main motivation for siding with evil characters in my stories. I can’t really translate it though, because in English it won’t have that same impact it had on me, you see… The French language has a particular (charming and poetic) style that I just can’t reproduce in English. But basically, Mauriac tells us that he prefers to write on those who are ‘evil’ and unconventional instead of those who are good and virtuous.
I can totally understand why. (And I totally understand Mauriac thus that’s why I’m in love with his book, Thérèse Desqueyroux).
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Narrow-mindedness kills, you know?
It prosecutes, with no mercy. It spreads fear and sadness. It divides.
My father once told me not to write controversial, unconventional stories or ‘blasphemous’ ones. I read between the lines: people will judge and condemn – their narrow-mindedness will crush me down.
So I tried. To do as he had said.
But I couldn’t.
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All right, I have two photos for this week’s challenge.
This is a photo I took while flipping through a magazine. I love reading although I’m so busy these days that my reading pace slowed down. Anyway, I tried to capture a photo while flipping a book but this one’s better 🙂
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What if you were God and you could watch us all from your divine tower up there? What would you see?
You might see the beauty… or the disasters. It could be sunny… or cloudy.
For once, I could catch a peaceful view:
A light breeze was refreshing a very hot day while we waited for the cool evening to come…
This photograph was taken from Le Caudan Waterfront in Port Louis, Mauritius.
I was walking up the stairs at that time and for once, I decided to look down.
God looks down all the time. He watches over us. Just like we should watch over the weaker, the poorer.
An Evil Nymph.