Rose Colors & Their Meanings

March 29, 2009 § 8 Comments


Did you know that each rose color symbolizes a type of love? For example, red roses symbolize romantic love. Every time we give someone roses of a particular color we are sending a special love message. Of course, whether this person realizes or accepts the message depends on whether he or she is aware of the meaning of the rose color. The following is a list of rose colors and their meanings. By the way, the red roses in the picture were from my garden. Are they gorgeous or what?


Red Rose: romantic/impassioned love, “I love you”.
Yellow Rose: friendship, “I care”
White Rose: eternal/fated love, “Love is forever” or “Till death do us part”
Pink Rose: appreciation/admiration, “Thank you!”
Orange Rose: unrequited love/desire, “Your admirer”
Lavender Rose: love at first sight, “You have captured my heart!”

[Simon N.]

Culture 101: The Eiffel Tower

March 27, 2009 § 12 Comments

Visiting the Eiffel Tower is one exhilarating experience. There is a dangerous side to it however. Over the years, there have been quite a few instances of people committing suicide by jumping off the famous tower. On more than one occasion, the suicidal person landed on a bystander below. Ironically, the person who jumped off the tower suffered only minor injuries while the poor passerby died of a broken neck. I guess the Eiffel Tower is more than meets the eye. :)

[Simon N.]

Peach Blossoms: Full Bloom

March 20, 2009 § 5 Comments

“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think too far away”

~Robert Frost




Do not use these images without prior consent. 2009

[Simon N.]

Heroic Bones, Benevolent Heart

March 18, 2009 § 14 Comments


Many years ago, I had an opportunity to visit to a leprosy camp in Southeast Asia. My friends and I were led into a visitor booth where we could observe leprosy patients through a glass window. Upon observing the patients, I was absolutely horrified at what I was seeing. I had seen pictures of leprosy patients before the visit, but none of them could have prepared me for the hideous sight I was witnessing.

Many of the patients had had their entire arms and legs completely “eaten” by the malicious disease. The closest analogy that I could think of would be a burned victim, having his limps amputated by fire. But leprosy is even more sinister, it consumes its victims at a slow and painful pace and thus prolongs the indescribable suffering. To make matter worst, I could actually see the “eating” process happening live in front of my eyes. I felt a sudden urge to vomit. All I wanted to do at that moment was to leave the booth as quickly as possible–so I could be away from the horrific scene.

Just as I was about to leave the booth, I saw something I would never forget. Emerging among the leprosy patients were three young nuns, around 19-22 years of age, wearing all-white attires. They were the patients’ caretakers. They fed them, answered their questions, and cleansed their wounds. The nuns performed their jobs with pure joys, having neither afraid of the nastiness of the wounds nor the fact that leprosy is highly infectious. I could see in their eyes genuine affection and devotion. I could feel the tender and warmth, radiated from the devoting way the nuns conducting their work. They treated the lepers not as their patients, but as friends in need of loving and care.

I was completely stunned and ashamed. Here I was, standing 20-25 ft from the patients and protected by a cement wall, and yet was afraid to even cast my eyes upon these unfortunate beings. The nuns, on the other hand, stood side by side with these patients everyday but were unafraid. I later learned from the camp’s director that most of the people working at the camp volunteered to come to work here. They knew exactly what type of the condition they would face, but they came anyway. They are the true heroes of our world.

There are many people today who are doing similar work as the nuns in my story. There are doctors who gave up fame, wealth, and family to serve the poor and needy in dangerous remote regions–where they could be killed at any moment. Although we cannot join them in the quest to make the world a better place, we can always support them in spirit and salute them for their charitable work.

[Simon N.]

The Art Critic: Picasso’s Weeping Woman

March 16, 2009 § 5 Comments




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