Crudeness of Art

“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.”
– George Bernard Shaw

On close inspection undepicted in the pictures, passers-by have scribbled crass comments below the masterpieces. Which I could not understand. Which drove me senseless. An approval of ribaldry? Or a subversion of the fact ordinary humans cannot accept the salacious or risqué unless relegated to the artistic, stripped of life and existence. Is crudeness of reality really unbearable? Or have we been using art as a means of informally embracing the uncouth, while self-righteously, audaciously hating on all that is deemed offensive and lewd, just so we could appear respectable.

If art is where we truly become ourselves, then is it not reality?

So with all due respect to George Bernard Shaw, the crudeness of art makes the world bearable.

Frankfurt Art 1

Frankfurt Art 3

Frankfurt Art 2

As seen in a beautiful park in Frankfurt Germany. A lovely place, otherwise graffiti-ed to no end. But still lovely.

xoxo,
Viktoria Jean

Book Review: Waking Up Married

I received this book from Harlequin KISS in exchange for a review, and here it is!
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    By Mira Lyn Kelly

Date Published: January 22, 2013
Publisher: Harlequin KISS
My Ratings: 7.2 / 10

“Life isn’t about getting everything you want the instant you want it.
Some things are worth waiting for.”

    Additional Info:

From USA TODAY bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly comes WAKING UP MARRIED, a free book in Harlequin’s brand-new contemporary romance collection—Harlequin KISS.
The free e-book can be found:
URL (only goes live December 1-indefinite): http://www.tryharlequinkiss.com

    My Review:

“This guy had one of those slanted smiles going on. The kind so lazy that only half of it bothered to go to work.”
Connor Reed stands apart from the typical cult-romance hero – he is temperamental, aloof and recently-heartbroken, yet is the only willing party in their accidental marriage.

“A person couldn’t make something last if it wasn’t meant to, like a person couldn’t be someone they weren’t. And trying only prolonged the inevitable.”
Megan Scott doesn’t do forevers, because no one in her life is a living proof of happy ever afters. Sporting a “GOT-SPERM?” tee-shirt and a can’t-do-love attitude, she picks up Connor at her cousin’s Vegas bachelorette party just to get the hen-party off her back about getting a sperm donor.

“You’re telling me this marriage between us is going to work because we aren’t bringing any fairy tale expectations into it. But here you are, down on one knee, fitting a glass slipper on my foot. Everything you do or say is like some fantasy come to life…which makes it hard to know what reality is actually going to feel like.”
It’s tough to hold on to a fleeting promise, and even tougher to resist the charms of a very determined accidental husband.

“Because—truth?—on the scale of significance, that stuff doesn’t even register.”
Then again, how do you convince somebody that true love does exist and is here to stay, if they’ve spent their entire lives disbelieving?

“And then he gave her a kiss that was meant to be the first of its kind, but tasted so familiar there was no denying those undercurrents of love had been there all that time… just waiting to be recognized.”
Or can Connor Reed really deliver what he set out to achieve?

“He’d been vowing to give her everything he had, but…nothing would be enough.”
Because truly, waking up married is Megan Scott’s worst nightmare.

The book can me sitting on the edge of my seat, giggling at the best parts of Megan giving in to Connor’s charms, and then sighing when she recedes into her safe world where she cannot be deceived.

Dialogue in this book is convincingly close to home, because reading it seems to put 2 voices in my head: Megan and Connor’s, constantly debating the push and pull of having someone else in your life to share your ups and downs while maintaining the goals and dreams you’ve always had.

Like a devil and angel plot, there’s always a bad guy, or guys, and Megan’s demons come in the form of many many stepfathers who had various fleeting appearances in her life. Hence the insecurities she lays bare, especially after her stepfathers makes a cameo in the storyline.

All in all, it was a predictable story, with Mira Lyn Kelly’s brilliant voice to narrate, and 2 fantastically crafted characters to project the gist of a Vegas aftermath.

    SYNOPSIS:

Her first thought: “Who are you?

It’s the morning after her cousin’s bachelorette party in Vegas and Megan Scott wakes up with the mother of all hangovers. Even worse, she’s in a stranger’s penthouse having woken up with something else as well – a funny, arrogant, sexy…husband!

Up until now, finding even a boyfriend had seemed impossible – been there, got the broken heart, sworn off men for good. Then a few martinis with Carter…no, Connor Reed and she’s gone from first meet to marriage in one night!

Megan wants a lawyer. But Connor’s shocking bombshell?

I don’t want a divorce.

prism of infinite spectrum

“You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.”
― John GreenThe Fault in Our Stars

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Travel-diary: Asians in Munich

Touched down on the third largest city in Germany, the host city of the 1972 Summer Olympics, with the cutest city motto: München mag dich, which literally means Munich loves you.

On the first day, we had lunch at Dachau Station, KZ-Gedenkstätte,
in which our Döner (kebab) came in colossal proportions!

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Our stop where we touched down at Dachau, Germany’s longest running Jewish concentration camp.  photo DSCN2622_zps29146051.jpg

Heading back into the town center of Marienplatz is easy when you’ve got a Captain who’s very familiar with the topography.

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This fountain reminds me too much of Singapore’s USS!
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Having my mandatory gelato…after a long walk at Dachau. An immensely refreshing treat for the summer. Am definitely coming back for my winter gelato brainfreeze.
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Have I ever mentioned that Nuts and Baileys is my new favourite gelato flavour?

Also bought myself fresh raspberries and strawberries for supper!
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As with all European cities, I find their architecture very fascinating.
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This is the Rathaus-Glockenspiel in the heart of Marienplatz.
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Every day without fail at 11 a.m. (12 p.m. and 5 p.m. in summer) it chimes and re-enacts stories from the 16th century to crowds of tourists and locals.
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Each story lasts 12-15 minutes, and at least 500 people were gathered in the square to watch the spectacle with us.
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Munichers are famous for PORK KNUCKLES and really, it’s truly a mouthwatering treat 🙂
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The more famous pork-knuckle makers in town
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Was accumulating photographs along the way, and I’m really surprised I managed to snap so many…
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Have no idea why the Caucasian men in this one became the main focus. Naughty camera.
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This pretty much sums up our afternoon, lazy walks in the Munich summer heat, mindlessly appreciating the amazing architecture in the city.

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.

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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 Citadel painted this mysterious, though time-slip fictional, picture of Carcassonne,
complete with a load of other names I can’t for the life of me pronounce
(Languedoc, l’Oredora, Audric Baillard, Raoul Pelletier).
That aside, it’s the passionate bittersweet victory that consumes me,
the miniscule triumph of small-town Parisians/French against the all-engulfing Hitler and Nazi German,
complete with a supernatural ghost army summoned by the monk’s heretical Codex verses.
Intertwined with love-at-first-sight and war memoirs we’d never get tired of hearing.
A real lose-yourself tale to remind the modern man of ancient struggles and courage.

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

the front porch

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It doesn’t interest me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it,

or fix it.

― Oriah Mountain Dreamer

keep calm and stay sassy

The school of hard-knocks that is life clearly isn’t just any bubble-wrapped, sugar-coated candyland.

When the going gets tough, chant this mantra:

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To me, being 22 & trying to keep your sanity in this crazy world is:
1. Realizing what a terrible person I am / had been
2. Knowing my flaws, recognizing the need to improve in all ways possible, all the time
3. Accepting people for who they are, and the society, even if they’re harsh on you
4. Keeping those whom are worth your time, effort and energy close
5. Staying afloat. Navigate and just keep swimming, just keep swimming…

Glass is always half-full
Or completely filled with air :)
Then again, overly positive people can sometimes be fricking annoying…

but oh well…
LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!!

take a holiday from reality whenever you like

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid
in comparison with the overcompensations for misery.
And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability.
And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune,
none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation,
or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt.
Happiness is never grand.”

― Aldous HuxleyBrave New World

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had my heart aglow

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Memories aren’t created to be tossed aside or fed to the wind.
Most unfortunately whoever created Man didn’t engineer our brains to work as per a shredder does –
feed it in, tear it apart,
then proceed to expel the remnants.

Letting go takes tremendous practice –
a dab of ignorance, a handful of shrugs,
closed eyes, uncountable sighs
and a whole lot of pretense.
Until it doesn’t hurt to think of it anymore.

Till then, perhaps I’ll simply look away.

xoxo
silhouettekiss
 

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR, lovelies.

Continue reading “had my heart aglow”

178. sylvia plath

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“It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity.
It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain…remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now.
Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.”

“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated.
But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
― Sylvia Plath