Random photos from Beijing ... 1 year back. I really need to stop throwing photos to one side. Colleague brought me to feast on Peking Duck (which wasn't pictured) after Day 1 of training. She ordered a whole range of Beijing delicacies for me to try - from blood sausages, to pig organ soup (which is much starchier than the one found in Singapore), to desserts. That Jujube juice in the photo is the best juice I've ever had in my life, and sadly I haven't been able to find it anywhere else ):
One early Saturday morning, the sunrise was soft and cool, and my body was up and raring to go (a rare thing indeed, but I was grateful to be awake at the crack of dawn that day).
Empty, like my heart. Rochor Estate (2016)
Paid a visit here before the estate was to be demolished for the North South Expressway. Residents had mostly vacated the flats, leaving behind only discarded and abandoned items. This place has become something of an attraction for people (like me) hoping to catch a glimpse, and a photo or two before the iconic place disappears from the lion city. We must have become a nuisance for the residents. Possibly the place in Singapore where you can find the prettiest diffused light. I watched busy strangers getting from one point to the other, and I wonder what's going through their minds. Are they missing someone like I am? Are they hunting a destination? Or are they shuffling through life, zombie-like?
War is a great broom that sweeps the world. It's the place where the mediocre triumphs and the criminal receives a saint's halo; people prostrate themselves before him and acclaim him and fawn upon him. Must men find life so gloomy and monotonous that they long for massacre and ruin? I've seen them jump up and down on the edge of the abyss, walk along its crest, and look with fascination upon the horror of the void, where the vilest passions hold sway. - Brodeck, Phillipe Claudel |