Micro-Chip, Macro Dreams

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Could somebody invent a micro-chip for our brains, to programme us in such a way we can speak all the languages we will ever need? Frustrates me soooo so much that I can’t speak German, and I’m in Frankfurt where everybody rattles off in their native tongue and all I can mumble back are Guten Tag, Danke…Ciao.

Frankfurt is loooovely! And I’m here with very awesome people to hang out with. Am checking out places to go, things to do in future, yummies to eat and cathedrals to see…. Already hoping to come back in spring or summer. The next time I’m back I wish to speak a little German if I can!! (Yeah right I say that about every other language)

Till then 🙂

xoxo
Viktoria Jean

Moscow’s Winter Wonderland

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My very own white Christmas at the Red Square in Moscow – a little bit of cultural walkabout in the wet cold! Somewhere within these walls, Lenin’s Mausoleum houses the embalmed body of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, founder of the Soviet Union. I love the reds, the space, the neons that light it up at night, and the non-conformity of these solid fortresses embracing the centre of the city. Very fortunate and lucky to spend festive season in Russia! A very blessed Merry Christmas to all!

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xoxo,
Viktoria Jean

Photo-diary: Rangitoto and Volcanoes

Fedora’s friend Ridge drove us up the coast at Mission Bay – Patteson Avenue
which overlooked the active volcano on Rangitoto Island
They say, you only live once
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What with volcanic hazards and possible reawakening of volcanic activity, this place is entirely too beautiful.
Then again, beautiful things are dangerous.
The Auckland volcanic field is fuelled entirely by basaltic magma, and is likely to erupt again within the next “hundreds to thousands of years”.
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It is expected that these volcanoes won’t erupt anytime soon. But then again there’s the volcanic ash from Mount Taranaki/Egmont, Taupo, Okataina, Tongariro and Mayor Island.
Soooo beautiful, right?
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Travel-diary: Melbourne

Perhaps I’m not too much of a winter person. Hiding from the incessant drizzle in the heated warmth of the hotel just shows what a coward I am!

Checked in at Rendezvous Melbourne in the evening. Dinner was at Nando’s, before bumming with Rena and watching Running Man till we almost dropped dead from laughing and fatigue.
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Breakfast-ed at Straits Cafe the next morning, then took a tram up to Victoria Market with Zen and Sean.
The market is where  organic fruits, sausages, raw meat and local dairy products are rumoured to be the freshest and most sought-after.
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Bought a bag of my favourite macadamia nuts and as usual, tasted the local coffee! (Still wildly in love with Italian Caffe Shakerato)
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Also nibbled on some local chocolates, ribs and sausages… Has it been scientifically proven that taste buds do get frozen in the cold? Because sadly, mine were practically in winter hibernation.photo 2 (2)

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Melbourne is high on my list of places admired for its serenity 🙂

Till we meet again~

plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain

Nobody knows we were meant to arrive in somebody else’s life
for reasons so obscure we speculate,
and plunge into the same mistakes,
putting a name, a cause, a title, a status allowing them to stay.
I’m listening
to your favourite overrated songs;
button sunken from the days you’d hit replay.

Plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain,
I’m mistaken for a trespasser –
“ma’am I’m sorry to say
we’re closed for the day”.
Apologies to the most important people
are hardest to articulate.

We overlook –
Miscommunication, misunderstanding,
misinterpretation, mistakes
mis-en-scene
mishaps.
Drafted apologies.
I have my music,
I am okay.

Micro-managed music libraries, neatly filed, documented, genred,
starred biases;
playlists with names we (only) appreciate.

Useless music loops through my headphones,
caught in spirals
unable to escape,
muffled by the downpour
outside my

Splintered spokes of useless shelter
then carelessly discarded by the sidewalk
as I watched you
Ice-cold raindrops.
Your halo bruised from standing too long in the rain.

Can’t I simply like your smile,
the way you toss your head as you turn to walk away.

XOXO
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P.S. It is so cold in Tokyo my lips are blue
Why on earth didn’t I bring an extra coat…

the fields are frozen gold

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As though ten winters have passed since we arrived,
thin ice beneath our heels, snowflakes in our breath.
Lucent white in ten miles’ sight
no sign of impending summer.
Yet somebody dreamt of this perfect world.

Such a waste of lush green pastures
every leaf chilled to the very spine –
botanical shards of piercing ice.

White winter world.
Wherefore art thou, Colour?
Blood runs through these icicles,
every touch ten Fahrenheits too cold.

Truth be told, it’s colder as your heart gets old,
even the summer fields are frozen gold.

P.S FTS. Wrote this so quick.
So many fricking things in my head.
For the first time I can’t count
the number of times I swore out loud.
Adieu.

bright sunshine on a cold day

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“As the years pass,
I am coming more and more to understand that it is the
common, everyday blessings of our
common everyday lives
for which we should be particularly grateful.

They are the things that fill our lives with comfort
and our hearts with gladness —
just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it;
just warmth and shelter and home folks;
just plain food that gives us strength;
the bright sunshine on a cold day;
and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder,
Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder – Volume One: On Wisdom and Virtues