These little boys are part of a class excursion to the Sichuan Art Museum on a cool Saturday morning. Seeing them dashing up the spiral staircase with enthusiasm (as well as all the noises young boys are capable of making), the first thing that sprang to mind was this poem i learnt when i myself was that age. i can't recall it now except for "Up, up, and away!"

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Nothing beats processing pictures while plugging in to my iPod on a lazy afternoon. The only thing missing is you, curled up somewhere beside me in a corner. The oblique sun rays through the window are complementary.