Paris & Londontown

- London -

The chess set from Harry Potter

-Paris -

Notre Dame at night

Eiffel Tower at night

The crepe man

The view from the top of the Notre Dame Cathedral

View number 2

The Louvre

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Manchester

Little bit of HK's scenery...


This is where I live:

Our 5 senses

We are given the gift from God to smell, touch, see, hear and taste - our 5 senses. These senses allow us to observe, process and understand those around us - to make sense of it. What we then do with that information is completely our choice - a choice to be determined by how we were shaped, learnt, brought up and nurtured. How we were taught to tell the right from wrong. We use these 5 senses to tell the truth from lies, to determine the dreams from reality. Sometimes, these 5 senses deceive us. Makes us see something surreal. Something that is manipulated by our inner desires. We make ourselves feel good by simply pretending that it's real. Living as if it was real. For some, this leads to achieving one's dreams. For others, it comes to hit a bottom pit of something called self-realisation. Self realisation is never an easy process to go through; the emotional state of mind we engage in; the helpless reaching out for company. Using our 5 senses we carefully analyse the situation around us, seeing only the things we wish to see, registering it into our minds, and making sense of it.
We question those situations that doesn't seem to make sense at all: ones we just cannot understand, acknowledge, perceive. Only is it when one goes through a troubled time of being when at the end they finally see a bright light: the end of the tunnel. Only is it when one experiences the horrible things in life when they start seeing the good. We live our lives, finding those answers. The answers to making sense of the matters in life which don't - but do we get anywhere?
Our mind registers the subject matters which cause us to react with an emotion. Because of that link with our emotion, we are able to remember it. And when we encounter something that reminds us of it, we immediately bridge a link between the two. From this we develop an attachment, a sense of need. Desire. Over time this grows bigger if we allow it to. On the other hand, there are cases in which our mind blocks it out, to help us forget. To help us forget the horrible stomach-clenching feeling we receive from it. Others feel the need to feel that feeling. Others, don't understand, and reach for answers. Answers to questions in which they generate through their information that are formed from the 5 senses.
So many questions that need answers to, and often the answers aren't given. What is the sense of life in question to that? What do we do with the questions left unanswered? Do we ever find the answers to the unexplained; the unknown?

Never too much, never too little

Sometimes, when the two that are in the relationship encounter a position where nothing can be done to fix it. this is called, being stuck. Alas, this is a time where one (or the both) will need to take action in order to come to a solution. But sometimes.. there may be no such thing. Whether the relationship took a month (or few), a year (or few) to build, it isn't impossible for that bondage to break down in the matter of seconds.
It hurts, when someone you trust, someone who was so special to you, is the one who caused it. But as it goes (and by this I mean life), it's only real when they know exactly what brings the smile upon your face, and what brings the tears to your eyes. Something that seems so perfect isn't real until you experience how much it costs. When it's too good I come to think, why is it I, out of all the people, who gets a chance to feel this happiness in a level only a few have pulled through to? Of course, it only takes a while to realize how much that happiness costs. In extreme cases it even costs lives, but in minor cases (I oppose extremely to saying this, but as they say, "teenage love"), the different angles of emotion. As I said earlier, it's only real when you truly feel it both the bad ways and the good.
Carrying the conversation on from before. When something horrible that you never could have imagined happens, you are technically in no place to blame anyone but yourself. If it hurts, it's because you crossed the line that draws very clearly, where you stop putting yourself out there. Whether it be in relationships, or meeting new people, business, etc. it's always best that you don't put the whole of yourself up for display. When it comes to people, it's always best, to prevent yourself from getting hurt. When you do get hurt, you have no right to blame anyone but yourself. Your bad for lacking self respect. Your bad for risking the tenderness of your emotions, to put it through a test. But one must go there once in a while. A lot is yet to be learned.
There is only so much happiness your partner can give you. There is only so much happiness one can experience. After a certain time, it reaches a point where it cannot get any better - it either maintains its well-being or climbs down the graph. Both of you may strive to extend that graph by just a little more; but the more that's forced, the more you have to lose of what you already have. This is when you hit rock bottom. This is where you both are so tired of the same routine. Exhausted. Weak.
This is where you experience what it feels like to have the life sucked out of you.
That's an experience. A lot is yet to be learned.

Taking responsibility and making the "right" choice is always hard. After all, who is to judge? Decision making is always hard. You always wonder about "what could have been". The worst is when you know "what could have been". When it's been proven to you. When regardless what it takes you to get there, you strive for it. That's when you know, whatever the outcome, is worth what you felt, heard, saw. That's what you were waiting for. When you've felt so lonely, when you've experienced crying, when you've experience heartaches, that's really when you can turn around and say,

"I gave it my best. My all. My everything."

Life beyond boundaries

I hope yu are all enjoying yur summer holiday. To be honest half of me cannot wait to get back to school; and the other half just wants to be on summer vacation for a lot longer than the time given. It was a good week after England; although I miss it there like crazy, it's nice being back home, around things I'm familiar with, around people I know.
How is it possible for someone to be able to recognize their comfort zone? To rule out their comfort zone and be able to distinguish in & out of it? How long does it take for one to consider another, a part or a party of their comfortability? I find it so interesting, how right at this moment in time, I'm here, sat at home, casually surfing the internet at 6 in the morning while another is just tucking themselves to bed somewhere else around the world. Why the world is round? Why we are orbiting around the sun? So many questions, so many potentials who can come up with those desired answers, so little confirmation and certainty. Despite the fact that there is a probability of a whole new not only world, but a whole new atmosphere out there somewhere waiting to be discovered, we are still working assiduously to understand the simplistic world we live in now - its clockwork, its mechanics, its function. Somewhere beyond our understanding, there is more to be figured out, more to be understood - and I crave for this. Our mind is so limited and gives us so many boundaries to how much we are able to register the amount of information. The feeling of loss is unexplainable. One cannot possibly pinpoint the definition of that lexis. If our human brain is so developed and multi-functional, how is this possible? If one cannot pinpoint the definition of certain words or actions or emotions, and if this other 'universe' is yet to be found, how are we to swallow it all in? How did we get to where we are? How much more is there for us to find out? In a lifetime - averagely calculated, 70+ years, the amount of information we are permitted (by 'age') to absorb is highly restricted. Who decides this and why is this so?

England