Monday Mystery

April 18, 2011

This is a new feature on the blog!

Every Monday I will post a mystery photo, and it is up to you to guess the answer to the question: “What is it?” before I reveal the answer later in the week!

Are you up to the challenge?

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That Time of the Year

April 17, 2011

The sun is shining, warming the winds so they softly can caress the skin of those who venture outside. Some insects hover outside my window, I can see a cat stalking something invisible in the grass. A robin is twittering from the bushes. The world is green, a wave of floral scent lingers in my house; my windows open.

Myself, I stare at a computer screen. Revision. Exams coming up. Oh, joy.

But, I did sneak outside this morning, to take a few pictures. I had to!

A little ladybug resting on a leaf in the sunshine.

A cherry tree in full bloom. I wish I had one of these growing in the middle of my living room, so I could revise, hanging from one of the branches with flowers in my hair…

Oh well, exams will be over soon enough. I better revise like a good girl for the remainder of the afternoon, to make up for my morning elopement!


April 15, 2011

A week ago exactly I celebrated my 22nd birthday. The following day I met up with a dear friend, who took me to lunch (delicious!) before we hit town, finishing the day with coffee.

Sipping our coffee (well, I had tea), my friend gave me a present. It was a book: The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova. (More about the book later!) Attached to the present was a card, pictured above.

Part of the greeting reads:

Isn’t the dress on the card awesome? As soon as I saw it I was like; “This is so J!” Seriously, it could be a portrait of you.

I thought my friend was being very clever, because there are two reasons why the lady on the card could not be me.

1) I would never wear a pink bag to a green dress!

2) I am more awesome than the lady on the card.

For proof, see picture below.

However, dear Vil, you helped make my birthday (well, the following day) quite awesome. Thank you for the lovely book (it’s keeping me from revision!) and thank you for the pretty card. I brought it with me to England, so I can look at it and smile.


April 14, 2011

Ageing is a concern that is very close to the heart of many of us. It is, I believe, the greatest fear of our current century. It is the greatest fear of humanity. To fear old age is part of being human.

The holy grail of humanity would thus be to find the fountain of youth; the spring that contains the potent waters able to wash age away to restore youth to its former glory.

Image by Lucas Cranach the Older, 1546. From Wikipedia.

The fear of ageing is thusly the essence of vanity; the desire to preserve youth and beauty forevermore. As a human being, I fear this change as much as anyone; though I find it gives me the motivation to find joy in the little: Carpe diem.

The fear of ageing has spawned a multi-billion dollar business, constantly introducing new concoctions onto the market. These are free for everyone to use. As long as they have the money to pay for it…

Recent research has however shown that very few of these “anti-ageing” products are able to overpower the entropy that fuels ageing. I recall hearing long ago that their main purpose is to “look pretty in the jar, and smell good when applied.”

It is superfluous to say that I have little faith in the powers of chemical concoctions in stalling senescence. That being said, I feel it essential to stress that I have faith in faith itself. If people think the pretty products they purchase do work, they derive personal satisfaction in applying them. And I don’t think the power of such faith can be overestimated. The mind can mount any mountain.

As I have watched spring come and go here in London, I have seen the little coltsfoot flower pop up in places, spreading its beaming petals towards the light of the sun. To me, the coltsfoot is the epitome of spring. The flowers appear the golden children of the sun, having dropped onto the ground from the heavens, paying tribute to their mother, glowing in the skies.

Spring is the season of rebirth, of beauty, and of youth. It is when the world is revived and life returns to the barren lands.

I don’t think coltsfoot flowers hold any miraculous powers, but being spring embodied, I think they would make a nice addition to any product claiming the ability of rejuvenation. Not because it would help chase the years away, but because there would be satisfaction in applying spring to forget about mortality — if so only for a while.

I would call that product Tussilago, it being one of the most beautiful words I know. It is also the Latin name for the humble coltsfoot; a pretty name for a sweet flower.


March 27, 2011


A first post, to tell the world my blog has gone live. For now, there is very little here, but I have reason to believe it soon will change. ;D

Keep an eye on this space!