Something inside me changes every time I travel. A new experience makes me appreciate life’s beauty and I feel so lucky given the chance to experience a new culture. The curiosity in me is satisfied when I learn about the history of the place and how the people coped up with the challenges thrown their way. We may come from different countries, different religions, different beliefs and cultures but we are all the same in a way – trying to find that one thing that makes our world a better place.
I am finally back after a long hiatus from my website. Sometimes, life takes you on a wild ride and we get overwhelmed with everything that’s happening. Each of us are unique individuals and we see things differently. Some may say the glass is half full or half empty. Something so ordinary can be amazing, we just need to appreciate the little things. It’s all about perspective.
It’s been awhile since I posted on my website. Let’s just say, I was busy living my life, trying to get a hand of it and living in the real world. 😉 Now, I am back in the blogging world and ready to share my travel adventures. It’s a tad late but I like this challenge.
Living in the real world can turn you into a robot. You live by routines/schedules to a point that it gets monotonous. The solution? Escape. Escaping from reality can be as simple as doing a staycation and staying IN bed the whole weekend or it could mean doing something fun. My idea of escape is going to the beach to chill out and zone out. The photo above is from a recent escape to Chaweng Beach in Koh Samui. It is the famous beach in Koh Samui but I was able to find a peaceful spot to just lie down and enjoy the sun.
Bridges are built to provide passage by connecting two islands or land masses separated by a body of water or a valley. It also provides aesthetic beauty to a landscape design like in the photograph above. This photo was taken in one of the temple complex that’s spread around Ayutthaya which is the ancient capital city of Siam or better known today as Thailand.
Home is not a physical place. Home is not the house I grew up on. I left my childhood house at a tender age to study. Don’t get me wrong. I love my family. We often communicate and when we talk on the phone or video call on the internet, I am home. I have friends scattered all over the globe and we stay connected via social networking, I am home. We are all travelers in this so-called life. Like the couple on the photo, they have been traveling around Asia for a few months and kept in touch with family and friends through the internet. Thanks to the advancement of technology, distance is not an issue anymore. I may be miles away from family and friends but home is wherever my heart is.
You may have seen them in encyclopedias or magazines and they are often referred to as “Long Neck Karen” or the “Giraffe” tribe. These ladies belong to the Kayan tribe and to the subgroup Padaung. Girls start wearing them at a tender age of 5 and more turns of the coil is added as they grow older. The women wear these coils as a cultural identity rather than to make them beautiful or unattractive (contradicting hypotheses of anthropologists).
Delicate. Something that requires careful handling. It can also be marked by daintiness of color, lines, or proportions. A flower is something that comes to my mind when the word delicate is mentioned. The photo above shows a picture of a water lily growing in a pond. It shows how delicate and stunning it looks against the backdrop of leaves and water in the pond.