Monday, April 01, 2013


It's that funny feeling when you return home from a country like Nepal, especially when Home is a clean city with iPhones and branded bags everywhere you look. People live for so much less, and on so little. I find myself yearning for the sensation of the cool air hitting your face the moment you wake up; and the strain on your legs as you climb those steps, up up and away; and the clear night sky, with the big red moon. So, disconnected I am feeling a little at the moment, but no doubt I will adjust back into my heels-trotting-technology-everywhere lifestyle. So let me keep a little of the tan thats on my arms right now; and imagine the cold mountain air (which is actually just air-conditioning).

Tuesday, January 01, 2013



Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Now, where was I?

I think I've been saying this quite a bit, but time really does go by very quickly. If I were to review my life right now I wouldn't even know when to compare it to, because I've been so busy chasing deadlines and closing files, and tidying up my work desk and then it starts all over again, like a vomitty paper eating monster. Dressing up helps to cheer me up, as frivolous as it sounds, which makes me wonder if I should switch careers to do just that. Tres troubling. What should I wear to work tomorrow?

Sunday, August 19, 2012

oh what a day is today

So I haven't been outside my comfort zone for a long time now, and it's refreshingly unnerving to feel vulnerable and scared. It makes one a much better person to know thir own shortcomings, yes? Improvement is (much) needed, and I'm quite excited (if only my obsessed self would stop replaying that awful audition in my head) to get out there again and do things. But now my muscles ache, and I shall hold the impulsive monster lest she runs out and buys a pair of rollerblades.

I wish the same for my dear sister.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

don't be surprised if it turns out to be a beautiful day

There is so much to life, so much to do and learn, listen and read, watch and speak of. Therefore I can only conclude that it must be so scary to tire of life.

Music has always been my instant pick-me-up, and I'm glad for the gift of good taste and non-tone-deafness, so I can still continue to enjoy music and be happy because of it.

There is so much more to life! So what's to happen when you tire of life. Do you blame others, or lament the lack of beauty in the world outside your window. Is there God, who is he and why has he let you become such a person, and to willow in such sadness and pity. Does anyone love you? Do people love you because you love them first and unconditionally? What is unconditional love if it's not merely faithfulness and loyalty, which are lovely in their passiveness.

The world is bigger than all our minds together, and it only gets bigger (because we can never truly have experienced everything, and everyday and every waking moment is a new experience).

I'm a shining star, oh I wonder what you are