Last day in Chicago.
-Amanda, 25, US
Friday, April 1:
Bowling with the boys.
Friday, March 25:
A Friday with Jaybird, Conbon and Matthew. Love these boys.
Thursday, March 24:
There is an advantage to being 25 and at a point in your life when all of your belongings fit in a few suitcases.
Wednesday, March 23:
This is a borrowed but powerful photo that stopped me in my tracks today.
Water is Life
“A seller of clean well water—ten cents a bag—has no problem finding a buyer in a slum in Luanda, Angola. In 2006 the prevalence of contaminated water in the city led to one of Africa’s worst cholera epidemics, with 80,000 Angolans sickened.”
Photograph by Thomas Havisham and caption from the National Geographic slide show linked above
Tuesday, March 22:
Perfect end to the day for many reasons.
Monday, March 21:
When error messages imitate life.
This one comes by way of Pinterest, by the way. My new obsession.
Friday, March 19:
Sometimes there’s nothing better than wine with MC and Brian at the end of the week.
Wednesday, March 16:
A beautiful night in Chicago. After three years, this city really feels like home.
Sunday, March 13:
Thanks to Amazon Instant, I’ve been watching Project 798, a documentary on contemporary art in China, tonight. I was struck by this quote from one of the artists featured in the film: “Our life has been enriched with material things, but in our hearts, we’ve lost the meaning of life.”
Wednesday, March 9:
Inspired by this and this today.
Tuesday, March 8:
I can’t sleep so I’m setting up my Renren and Kaixin accounts (I have no friends so far. Quite depressing, no?)
This photo is of my farm in Happy Farm:)
Monday, March 7:
An analog concert and the warm glow of the web to start the week (or at least end Monday)
Saturday, 5 March:
This was taken in the wee hours of the morning at P.S. Cafe in Dempsey Road, a charming little restaurant/bar/dessert place in one of Singapore’s historic colonial areas. This was where three people ordered three enormous plates of dessert (and tea to go with it). We were sitting outside and I’d turned around and loved the way the lights greeted me.
It had been a long day at work but I was glad to be there, bloodshot eyes and all, because somehow we’d managed to keep the conversation going till about halfway through the morning, and we weren’t even a little bit sick of each other’s company.
In the end, we left and drove home, but only because the cafe was closing and we had run out of tea.
-Stephanie, 25, Singapore
Thursday, 3 March:
Autocorrect strikes again! Hilarious conversations with Yi Shi early in the morning. I guess this is what happens when you haven’t had your coffee…
Incidentally, I think the word “smash” has a nice ring to it. Clearly, I am an eccentric old lady.