It just hit me, how a person can live with a thousand lies and be blind to them or pretend not to see them, and then it takes but one fleeting moment of truth, unintentionally revealed, to open those closed eyes and kick her on the backside to make a long overdue decision.
OK, maybe it's not a thousand lies, but humor me here. I think there's a story there somewhere. yay me.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
I was back in Melaka again recently after an absence of more than 10 years. The only impression I have of it was it being a small town with red buildings.
This trip however, I was determined to get another perspective of the town. And since I had a few hours by myself, I decided to spend some time away from the 'red' town. I found a nearby interesting area which consisted of (about) 4 rows of old shophouses.
The windows were especially quaint and picturesque I thought.
I love that when I was snapping pictures of these windows, a gust of wind from inside suddenly blew the curtains outwards. Maybe there was a baby inside lulled drowsy by the whir of a table fan.
These windows perhaps belong to an elderly spinster who spends her days at her sewing machine and talking to her plants.