Monday, January 30, 2012
Time really flies. My Dubai trip was over. Touched down Singapore at 5am yesterday.
My impression of Dubai is that there is a lot of towering buildings in many different, amazing shapes and designs, many many luxury cars on the roads, the shopping malls are huge with a much wider selection of designer brands and products, numerous cafes, restaurants, entertainment centers, blah blah blah. Cost wise, though not cheap, I should say.
The weather is ok. It is a bit hot in the middle of the day but fine, or even cold at times, in the morning and evening. My only complain is that the dryness makes my lips chapped, which always the case when I travelled to colder places, no matter how frequent I apply the goddamn lip palm. So painful ;-(
Me and my incredible moved like these :
24 Jan - Ibn Battuta -> Dubai Mall -> Burj Klalifa -> Mall of Emirates.
More pictures here.
25 Jan - Ibn Battuta Stn -> Khalid Bin Al Waleed Stn -> Al Fahidi Stn -> A day tour around Al Souq Al Kabeer, Old Town of Dubai and crossed over to Deira by boat.
More pictures here.
26 Jan - Hot Air Balloon, Sand Bashing & Safari BBQ Dinner.
The most tiring day. We woke up at 4am, reached the pick-up point at Kempinski Hotel @ Mall of Emirates before 5am, and returned to hotel after lunch around 1.30pm. Rested for a while, then started our next program at 3 pm till 10 pm. Whoosh ! Super !
More pictures here and here.
27 Jan - Shopping Day at Ibn Battuta, a huge mall which split into 6 main courts - China, India, Persia, Egypt, tunisia and Andalusia. Watched 3D Journey 2:The Mysterious Island. Price per pax is 45 AED plus 3 AED for the 3D glass.
28 Jan - Home Sweet Home. Around 9 am in the morning, there was a sandstorm just a block away from my hotel.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
This is an extract from A Pound of Paper by John Baxter, a book which i had finally read through few weeks ago.
Many People, it seems, are convinced that the front endpaper - the blank page at the beginning of a book - exists to be written on. Ladies and gentlemen, the free endpaper is not there to scribble on, or otherwise, as it used to say on computer cards when computers used cards, 'tear, fold, spindle or mutilate'. The endpaper has the same significance in a book as the silences in a Pinter play, the gaps between movement in a Beethoven quartet or the unpainted canvas of one of Bacon's screaming popes. Between the gaudiness of the dust wrapper and the solemnity of the text, it provides a beat.