Ophelia Chong
A true multi-tasker: illustrator, designer, teacher, networker and writer of short blasts of pent up hot air.
On Facebook I can rate the ads on my page. When can I rate my world?
As the cool air from the fridge puffs at me, I realize what I am looking at is an analogy of the internet. We have to deal with the leftovers.
1440 hours ÷ 24 hours = 60 days that I will never get back.
"It just seems like maybe now is the right time and that people around the world are feeling in need of a smile and a few kind words."
I came back to Beijing from Seoul and there was 6 inches of snow on the ground.
Taxis make a blur on the roadways, people criss cross across the streets, the smell of charcoal and noodles fill the air, I feel at home and I miss home.
China in its quiet moments is a beauty to behold.
You'd think by my previous posts that the Chinese (including me) don't have a sense of humor. But you have to have one to be a driver or passenger in a car.
China is like your wallflower friend who has come into her own, discarding the plain brown smock and now sauntering down the avenue in Chanel.
Yet there is joy in small moments throughout China, like the calligraphy, you have to be still and discover the subtly of water colored dioramas.
Like the donkey standing without fear on the side of the highway, China is comfortable in its embrace of the future and its past.
Wi-fi should be free. Shouldn't it?