El·e·na [el-uh-nuh, uh-ley-nuh; It. e-le-nah] /ˈɛlənə, əˈleɪnə; It. ɛˈlɛnɑ/ –noun a female given name, form of Helen // A proud student of His Eminence Tsem Rinpoche // Personal assistant with a BSc (Hons) Psych from Uni of Warwick // These are snapshots of my life, in words and pictures

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Fatherly love

Daddy-o is a cool cat. He lets me call him daddy-o, pops, poppaloppaloff, pa, papadeedoo and his response is always the same: “hehehehe”. He takes the family teasing about his weird music taste, random gifts (Persian lemon, anyone?), Cina ah pek food choices, and “I must take you there, it’s a secret place” moments. He […]

My mother

When I was growing up, I didn’t see a lot of my mother. We were well-off so she was always out gallivanting with friends, flying to different countries, buying different clothes, and just generally finding new ways to spend money. Was my mother a bad mother? No, not by a long shot. She was generous […]

Want to hear about MY problems?

Someone once said to me, “Want to hear about MY problems?” (Taken from Reader’s Digest)

The importance of happiness

Too bad we’re all grown up. (Taken from 9gag – http://9gag.com/gag/1978428)

Wise words

It just goes to show, you can’t argue with a Buddha. (Taken from…I don’t remember where)

A nice Saturday

(Taken with my iPhone) After three hours shut-eye last night, I woke up and had trouble getting back to sleep. So when 5am rolled around this morning, I could hardly be bothered to get out of bed. God, am I glad I did. 5:45am and Chris and I were out the door, and making our […]

Lotus

At Wat Phra Kaew this morning. (Taken with my iPhone)

A glimpse into the hidden state

“I’m not a big fan of sanctions. Yes, it is high politics and it might have a long-term positive effect, all these “Milosevics and Saddams” would be gone, but what about the collateral damage when it lasts too long? What about all these children that died or are still dying from illnesses that are easily […]

Bricking up

(Taken with my iPhone) Wan talking about where we have to brick up the Ladrang, because Bangkok seems to have run out of sandbags.