So what has changed?

I am very sorry about neglecting my blog for a long time. I had been feeling guilty about it every single day but my mind was clouded by many unhappy news, domestic and international, and I was mainly living in the autopilot mode.

However, I re-examined my feeling towards the current climate after witnessing the screaming match between MPs in the House of Common. I realised my strong hostility towards the pro-Brexit voters, which I harboured since that fateful summer day, was not entirely a right thing.

During the past three years, I secretly hoped that one day we all would come to our senses and find a solution to this mess together. The solution to patch up the differences and rebuilt the nation as one. Sadly, my hope is dashed so far.

We should sit down together and talk properly and sincerely…

One Saturday afternoon, Hubbie and I had an early dinner at a pub in Dungeness. The pub had a large window and on a wall by the window, there was a large England flag displayed. As Hubbie ferried a glass of Diet Coke to our table, he shrugged his shoulder and muttered, ‘I bet they voted for the Brexit.’

Half way through dinner, I opened up to Hubbie, ‘This Brexit business is like a sectarian conflict, isn’t it? I don’t think it is ok to be like this.’ He looked up from the plate and nodded, ‘Yup, I agree.’

It can’t be right to scorn or discredit each other only because we don’t share the same opinion. However, feelings associated with the Brexit seem to be so raw and basic, and as a result, they bring out the strongest emotion amongst us.

This isles will turn to a no man’s land if we don’t find a solution…

Would it be ok for me to hate those diners, who sat by the England flag and tucked in their dinner, if they voted for the Brexit?

My answer is “No”.

It is true that we have our differences, but those differences should never be a border wall which separates us. Instead of shouting to each other and wagging fingers with hatred, can we approach calmly and discuss our differences in a civilised manner? A proper, constructive and sincere conversation is what we need.

Hate and scorn will never solve problems. But love and respect will. I will try to love my neighbour so why don’t you give it a go too?

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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