Très très triste…

I am devastated by the news of the fire which gave an extensive damage to Norte-Dame, Paris. The sight of the spire being consumed by the flame was sickening and like the rest of onlookers, I felt helpless and very very sad.

My only visit to the cathedral was more than twenty years ago but I vividly remember the scale of this special place. The vaulted ceiling was awe-inspiringly high and the space had this atmosphere which was best described as “otherworldly”. The atmosphere was calm and serene despite the murmurs of by the visitors and made me envious of local Parisians who were lucky enough to call the place as their local church.

I have learnt from the latest news that the famous stained glass may not have survived and I feel numb from the shock. Why this has happened? The cathedral survived something as destructive as WWll, then succumbed to the fire caused by probably a human error during a restoration work. It’s too ironic and sad.

I don’t want to be fearful but the present world seems to be a full of calamities and it depresses me. This is not my excuse about not updating my blog but I am simply not in the mood to write anything…

Unhinged

I have no way to know if the author was telling truth but a book I bought for this weekend turns out to be a terrific entertainment!

“Unhinged” by Omarosa Manigault Newman.

Until I read an article in the New York Times, about the Emperor Small Hand, aka Donald Trump, criticised his ex-staff with his signature vulgarity, I didn’t know about the book nor her. Normally, I dismissed most of the stuff that White House spewed up because they just disgusted me but this time I was intrigued by the article. Since I am having a time-off from exercising right now, why don’t I read the book for distraction?, I thought.

Before downloading the book, I googled about it and as a result, came across a review by the Independent. The review by Andrew Griffin was bizarrely harsh and somewhat personal and I was taken aback. He sounded snobbish and even defensive for that man!

That Orange Man with Small Hands constantly criticises the media as fake news, degrading investigative journalism and destroying the liberty of media. However, Andrew Griffin’s review of the book has made me think about the integrity of the British media too. Since the major British newspapers, such as the Telegraph, the Times, Daily Mail and the Sun, are owned by Rupert Murdoch who is a personal friend of that man. I am not at all surprised if those two despicable old men are scheming to destroy our democracy and our planet because it will satisfy their monstrous egos. It is a sickening thought but if a paper which I used to respect has been influenced by the Murdoch’s fifth column and quietly changing their stance on the freedom of press and our right to know the truth?

I find no point in arguing if Omarosa’s accounts regarding that man and his administration were true. After all, it is her memoir, not a government dossier, therefore, she is entitled to have her opinion. Also, I don’t think the book has any clout to give a meaningful blow to that man any more since most of her revelations about him are already well-known amongst us.

Having said that, I am still enjoying reading this book a lot because Omarosa’s journey which she started from obscurity to become a White House aide is a classic American Dream and also the way she found herself being ousted and defamed by the system is a classic Kafkaesque nightmare. Don’t you agree with me that America is the only place where reality show stars can attain notoriety and fame? Obviously, Omarosa is one of the few who survived the rat race of the fame-hungry American mass media and kept her presence afloat.

I only wish if I were reading the book after that despot was long gone. It would be an ultimate happy ending, wouldn’t it?

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Too hot and too lazy

I am so fed up with the recent hot weather! How long does it last? I am so over you, you Mr.Scorching Sun! Even though the heatwave in London is mere 30°C – nothing like the ones which are frying our European neighbours such as Greece and Spain. However, UK is not equipped to deal with this kind of extreme hot climate and the heatwave has started to affect the quality of my life.

While those idiots, namely Donald Trump and his avid followers, insisting the Global Warming is just a fabrication, the recent weather system is really indicating us that we are heading towards the certain doom. Oh, my blood is boiling not only because of the heatwave but also because of all those irresponsible bigots!

I feel very guilty about interrupting my travel blog but I will have to hold it until the temperature drops more than a few notches… Sorry!

Poor Bella is also taking it very easy…

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Yves Klein Blue!

My favourite colour is undoubtedly blue, and especially I love Yves Klein Blue.

I came across this article while I was checking Vogue and I was so excited!

The exhibition will be on at Blenheim Palace until 7th October and I shall visit it sometime soon!

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Like Winston

After the time of the sizzling anger, it came this numbness which made me feel like not wanting to do anything. How can I alleviate this state of mind?

Shutting out all the news relating to that man is one of the solutions my mum has suggested, saying ‘I’ve stopped paying attention to it. My life is too short to be offended by him.’

You roar if you like, ESH. But I am not gonna get affected by you anymore!

One can easily give in to the negativity and become demotivated, depressed and disengaged or worse, indifferent and cynical about the present state of the world. However, as William Cowper famously wrote, god moves in a mysterious way. Who knows what will happen next? Fearing the worst and rehearsing one’s disappointment will never work in reality, I know that, don’t I?

Like Winston Churchill during his darkest hour, I shall fix my gaze ahead and keep buggering on. Because it will be the only way one keeps one’s sanity…

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