Category: #mood
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Music and Endless Wintering
“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.” ― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World  Last night saw the revival of my 7-year-old iPod (above), opening an emotional floodgate of memories tagged to songs from another lifetime. Despite being in a badly scratched…
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[DIARY] COME AND GO
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“We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.” ― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day Breathing to the rhythm of waves; watch them crash and leave the…
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[DIARY] LOVE YOUR IMPERFECTIONS
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31 days into 2015 and it has been surreal. I’ve been thankful each day for the people I’ve met, especially to those I’ve learnt to count on for simply being there. The obstacles in my current career are finally levelling out. I’m beginning to understand why some of my colleagues would fall in love with this jet-setting lifestyle. Don’t be fooled…
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[DIARY] ONE LESS STRANGER
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A sleepless night was spent following tweets on AirBnB’s #OneLessStranger campaign. Tired and insomniac as I was, I couldn’t help applauding the global movement to connect people across cultures, to eliminate the distance we keep with people we don’t intend to know. To be on the receiving end of a thoughtful deed from a stranger – it is a simple,…
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Reflections – On Life’s New Undertakings
For the best part of 2014, I thought my gap year was turning into a gap lifetime. In 2013 my bachelor’s degree in psychology was fresh meat from the chopping block, and in 2014 I’m sitting on decaying sheets of qualification, swatting at hungry flies. In a world where sitting on your laurels is success (and causatively, happiness)’s greatest nemesis, hitting…
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HOW DO I
HOW DO I How do I sleep with voices in my head – telling me what to do, what to say, who to love in a torrential rain of unspoken words, this cascade of love misplaced from desired keepers whose intentions long expired; all memories are deadweight. How do I sleep with footsteps in my…
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I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night
I’m packed for the wrong occasion. It’s my birthday. I’ve got a luggage so heavy, but when opened, it’s completely and utterly empty.
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Psychoanalysis of Strangers
We all derive false impressions upon first sight. I see an old lady with a jewellery pushcart and think how pitiable to be working at her age. She must be terribly in need of money, or perhaps her children have left her. My mind goes wild thinking of possibilities to define her situation. Don’t we…
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carcassonne & citadel
When I get a 3-day-off, I’m catching the next flight to Paris. After being home for 2 whole days, it’s too hot and stuffy. Perks of being sick consists of reading in bed all day and night. I’m barely three-quarters through the 700-page novel, and already am a newly converted Kate Mosse fan. Kate Mosse’s…
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Viktoria Jean
Chopping off my waist-length hair is probably the best decision I’ve made in a while; & with it comes an even stronger impulse for a complete overhaul. Hello World! (because Krispy tells me to write Viktoria with a K and it does look better) Did something else on impulse this morning, details of which will…
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curtain call
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that at the end of my university life, I actually do miss it a whole freaking lot. As I fret over which gown size I should order, or how big my head is so that I can get the right mortarboard etc… I’m transported to the days where I…
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sun sea sand and palm trees
Checked my flight this morning, I’m heading to Maldives tomorrow!! Yes please! What more can I ask for 🙂
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please call me no more
Here I am chanting to myself “please do not call me up to fly on Sunday I wish to lie in bed re-reading Murakami.” (whose new fictional release I have yet to get my hands on…because it’s yet untranslated) Also, my bed has me chained in shackles by my ankles and wrists and just won’t…
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credo ut intelligam
credo ut intelligam I believe so that I may understand “This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most.…
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parva leves capiunt animas
parva leves capiunt animas (latin) Small things occupy light minds. When I signed up to fly I merely wanted to see the world in all its vast glory, I hadn’t expected to see slummage, rampant poverty, and man-made destruction. Dishearteningly these are happening so close to home. Made attempts to carry pieces of the destination home…
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the best memories
The best memories remain when the worst are forgotten. None is as great a peacemaker as time, that simmers sharp pangs to a dull ache of the heart and wipes all slates clean when the pain comes to pass. The best memories upholds the smile when the tears are gone. A gunshot with its reverberations inadvertently…
Viktoria Jean 