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Comes creative craze

with unlimited freedom

just as with power



Brickell Park, Miami

Brickell Park, Miami

A plant by water

peeking for peak exposure

new actor on stage

A day in Santa Monica

It was Saturday and my colleagues craved beach breeze. We were in Pasadena, a graceful town not too far from the Santa Monica beach.

Although I had my eyes and mind set on visiting the Griffith Observatory, my colleagues had planned to take a cab—first to the beach and then to Hollywood. Calculating the time and effort it’d otherwise take me to get to the Observatory, I caved to peer pressure, spending the afternoon with my colleagues and then taking public transportation to the Observatory. After all, it was closer from Hollywood than it was from where we were staying.

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As we walked down the wooden ledge that led to the Santa Monica pier, I wondered if I made a mistake. Rows and rows of cars lined the parking lots and crowds of people swarmed every restaurant. Flashy candy floss, drippy ice creams, and crunchy pop corns jumped out at my eye. Thousands of people bathed on the water while a hundred more sniffed at the fresh seafood platters on their table. Kids of all ages and sizes ran about, liquidating their parents’ credit cards for merry-go-rounds and two-hour crash courses on the trapeze.

None of them were locals. The whole place was more touristy than I’d ever imagined possible.

While I turned my attention to the many souvenir shops along the way, I couldn’t help but nod along to the live music around. Individual string artists demonstrated their prowess as passers took to applauding and Instagramming their appreciation.

Standing inside a souvenir store, I realised Santa Monica was exclusive for visitors of California. It’s a nice ocean spot for those who don’t have beaches at home, and it’s a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon—swimming, eating, musing with live music, and a day of rest and relaxation. It’s not for everyone, however, it sure is ideal for those who can afford to spend the time and money. It’s not for me, I understood, but the experience did show me a lifestyle, which although I’d never adapt, was still interesting to watch.

To end the eventful afternoon, we spent some time overlooking the ocean from the pier. After spotting exotic birds no one knew the names of, taking selfies to preserve a lifetime of memories, and strutting along as if we knew where we were doing, we left Santa Monica for our next spot: Hollywood. But that’s another post altogether.

Long walk


Broadway, New York City

Broadway, New York City

Indeed a broad way

of misery, life of art

the way to Broadway

Tribute to the Tribune

Tribune Tower, Chicago

Although it’s been around for ages, media wasn’t always as aggressive as it is today. At least that’s what I thought before I arrived at the Tribune Tower, home of the Chicago Tribune.

Erected in 1925, the tower is a living testament to thousands of targeted publishing and outreach activities through the years. The frame of the building itself holds historical stones and rocks—relics from correspondents’ time abroad researching and reporting what’s what.

It was a novel idea, and until I looked it up once I got back home, I didn’t realise that the remains of global constructions came upon the Tribune as a natural progression of events—I’d assumed architects thought it through first and then found the stones as decor. How naive of me, when in fact they had incorporated those stones just because they had a story to tell.

Still a living, working entity, the insides of the building is even more marvellous, if that’s possible. Beyond the lobby area is also off-limits to tourists.

The lobby, though.

Words of wisdom, words of courage, words of wonderment, and even debarment and endearment lined those walls. Each quote revealed painful precision—according to the receptionist, the architects wrote them all by hand. Hard to believe there was a time when humans wrote on walls, words we’d read generations later. And how assuring that that’s not in the time of Facebook.

The Tribune Tower was just that—a massive building with impressive exterior and interiors. But it’s also a lot more than that. Even though there’s not much to observe in the building and only Tribune employees have access to its interior, the tower remains a reminder of what true journalism is all about. In this time of skewed media and sensationalisation, it’s quite amazing that the journalism of the past still survives and attracts people.