throughthelookingglass
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To be honest there is nothing much about me worth knowing. I live in an island, enjoys being a photographer at times and dance like no one else business. Thats all. I can't think what to write for now so it just stays like this. Welcome to the little life of mine and lets try not to get utterly bored, shall we?

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We're all mad here


nofilters
Wednesday, July 8, 2015 @ 7/08/2015 02:41:00 AM

london is barbaric. i guess im not going to live there anymore. or at least that was the plan. I havent been blooging for so long because i haventbeen able to write for so long but if it helps, traveling to london i have brought a total of 5 books, Rimbaud's hell, Albert Calmus's the fall, Lena Dunham's Not that kind of girl, a mystery thriller and a slim pink poetry book from an unknown poet. reading inspires writing and writing inspires reading and so forth. running helps meto survive in between. the weather is getting better. or worse. let's just say i had too high expectations for london and it turns out to be exactly the same as Singapore except with snobbish Brits and unbearable heat.

i watched The Prestige yesterday and i am reevaluating Nolan's work now. I really loved that film from him although momento and inception were meh for me. its making me think about the concept of obsession and sacrifice now.

i guess the best part of the london trip was that i was alone and really able to do tons of lit-ish stuff that brings out the crazy fan girl in me. visiting the Plath's grave at Hepstonstall was a high for me. it really was nice to get out form the hustle and bustle of city life and just go on to a small town (you have no idea how small it is. the population is smaller than Crescent and the place was just so out of the way that and every cottage so sparsely spread out i felt like i was in another dimension of the universe that was enchanted.

also meeting taky and mandy was da best.

life's pretty chill now.

ice lollies. sunny days in sweden. ootds. no worries. no fantasies. just livin life like bitch have no money. cheap thrills, cycling in the forests. kite flying maybe its time to take a swim in the lake. i dont know. i dont care. fucking wind whips on my face. its so chilly i gotta blow my nose which drips like faucet thanks to the lack of sleep in the uk. ireland and scotland rocks my socks. took a ferry to cross from england to ireland. wish i had more energy to appreciate it rather than spend time sleeping like a log.

i would think that coming to Europe would made me find out more about myself but actually it only opens up more new questions. i am in a more unstable state than i ever was. but i guess im better at rolling with this shit. hell yes to new things and changes and dangers.







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Monday, May 18, 2015 @ 5/18/2015 03:36:00 PM

France exceeds expectations.
Spain is esoteric.
In Italy everything is crazy largesse. Nothing is in moderation.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015 @ 4/22/2015 08:55:00 AM

Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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France, Spain & Italy
Friday, March 20, 2015 @ 3/20/2015 02:13:00 AM

Because I am such a procrastinator which is also why I loathe myself so much sometimes, you get to see new updates over here.
In case I forgot to mention, I will be travelling to:

France:
on the 24-31st (Paris, Montpellier and Marseille)
alone for the last bit

Spain:
1st-8 April (Madrid, Valencia &Barcelona)
with darling partner and her gang

Italy:
8-15/4 (Venice, Florence and Rome)
alone

I think it will be extraordinary. Hope I return back alive or die trying.
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Trick question 2
Tuesday, March 17, 2015 @ 3/17/2015 07:00:00 AM



Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yeah good. -1984 Taylor Swift

I am literally running in the woods. It's so quiet that I can't help wondering about the philosophical question if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it does it make a noise? Perception and existence hmmm...
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trick questions
Saturday, March 14, 2015 @ 3/14/2015 10:07:00 PM

I spend a lot of time running. Questions: I wonder why I feel the need to run. I wonder where I’m running to. I wonder what I’m running away from.

Answers:
a)     My body tells me so.
b)     My heart tells me so.
c)     My mind tells me so.

a)     I will go where my legs will take me.
b)     I am running in circles.
c)     Does it matter where?

a)     I run away from myself.
b)     I run for myself. 
c)     I run away for myself.  
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Gothenburg Gaza: a school trip for journalism class
Friday, March 13, 2015 @ 3/13/2015 06:55:00 AM

Bolivian classmate from Journalism module. Taken on our school trip to the "Gothenburg Gaza" basically their Geylang area where there are mainly immigrants residing there. 

Inside a Turkish mosque. 

"We live in cities, you never see on the screen. Not very pretty but we sure know how to run things. Living in a ruins of a palace within my dreams" - Team, Lorde

Class ended. I continued walking around with Korean friend, Y. Tucked inside a factory is a cozy Palestine restaurant. Yum. 

Inside a Toy Warehouse. Sexism1101E?

Y left after awhile. I guess she got bored of seeing such uninteresting stuff. I thought it was fantastic and I went crazy in an Antique store alone.



I entered my first sex shop here in Sweden. No photography of course. Pretty entertaining considering I was the only female there plus my Asian hair was a dead giveaway to the "otherness". Strangely, I didnt feel uncomfortable at all -men were being extra gentlemanly and always move sharply away if they know I want to see a particular section of the shop.  The shopkeeper asked me if I needed help in Swedish and I mumbled "English please no I'm looking around HAHAHA".

I really love visiting forgotten towns and abandoned places. Rows and rows of factories that do not appear to be what they seem. It looks like nothing on the outside but on the inside, it is anything but hollow. So many stories, so much energy and the people all know one another. The spirit of community lingers as the government bulldozed across their land for redevelopment. Dying trades, closing business. Slightly shady place but I never felt threatened
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