Ambre Singh's Blog

Summer 2018 has been exceptionally warm. Here are some tricks I found to cool down.

I had planned everything.

When this incredibly handsome young fisherman docked on the lighthouse to bring me my monthly supply of food and petrol, I discreetly untied the rope holding the boat on the dock. Even if my irresistible charm should be sufficient to keep the boy for the night, one never knows.

Let me strip you off
‘Cause I’m craving for Strawberry Tits

There was a photo contest on Flickr, called the four seasons. “Make four images, each depicting another season.” I liked the idea, but I was too lazy to make four images. Instead, I thought it would be cool to finally disclose the real story behind the creation of Antonio Vivaldi’s masterpiece, “The Four Seasons”.

He said: meet me in Luane’s world end of afternoon. I came early, and had so much fun with the trapeze and the surf that I totally forgot the time. When I met him, it was too late.

A story by Cathy Palen, that started quite innocently indeed :

An old childhood joke popped up in my mind:
– “Mom, I went in the park and played on the swing!”
– “I told you not to do it, the boys will see your panties!”
– “Don’t worry mom, I took them off before”.

My talented friend John Baic (In SL and Flickr) offered me this drawing today. I love it. Thanks thanks thanks!

I went to see The Shape of Water movie. It was deeply moving. An oniric story, wonderfully far from the special effects we got used to in the usual superproductions. A drama, a tragic story, and yet with such a profound and all-pervasive poetry that all seemed perfect.