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


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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Tuesday, March 10, 2015 @ 3/10/2015 01:25:00 AM

i am ready

i am ready for the sun against my skin
heavy makeup on my eyelids
blood red lips, strut down the streets.
i dance into the night and drift
by day, i am an unknown
i dress in my black clothes
i buy flowers from the flowershop
he ask me, where are you going my lady?

i smile. i put my sunglasses on
France, Spain and Italy
but first back to my room
to drink some tea.

Well enjoy mon cherie! I will monsieur
thank you for the flowers
let me pay you with words
they last longer than beauty or money

Small children run pass me
Along in the park, i do not smoke
but already i am old.

time is ticking. tick tock.
tick tock.
tick
tick
tock.

To be consumed by the world or consume it,
i hear the voices around me,
they chant and scream
it won't be easy. YOU WILL PERISH.
PERISH WILL YOU!
WILL YOU PERISH?
i rise and stomped thee
because i know
i know
i know i must be ready.
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Friday
Sunday, March 8, 2015 @ 3/08/2015 06:16:00 AM

I dreamt of a strange dream last night. I was in a hostel alone with a few strangers. A robber comes in. He makes us stand together in a corner. He holds a gun. I attack him and grab his gun. No one helps me. I shout, "throw him out of the window!" they complied. 

I woke up late on a Friday morning. My arms above my head, it was numb. Rushed to the bus and began a presentation on the media portrayal of the EU crisis and Merkel. I was late. My group mate was later.

Unprepared and horrible, I thought to myself. The class laughed at my jokes. The presentation ends. The tutor said to me, "you did a really good job" I felt embarrassed and guilty. 

The sun was out. I ran with M. He brought me to the woods. Enchanting, quiet and still. A perfect place for murder I told him. I wouldn't mind if my body was buried there. We ran for forty five minutes. 

A quick shower and yoghurt. I met T and her odious boyfriend for Fika. Apple pie and tea. Time for makeup and party.

The club was dead. The music was horrid. I did not drink enough. I got annoyed at my own company and a Japanese guy whom tried to kiss me. Removing my makeup I lie on the bed and woke up the next morning to the smell of my own perfume. 

Read Lydia Davis "Can't and Won't". Made pasta and drank coffee. Decide to ditch clubbing again to finish the book. Talk to mum and cried. It's been a long two days. 

Now what should I do tomorrow? 




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like a lovesong baby
@ 3/08/2015 12:43:00 AM

and there will be time
to prepare a face for the faces you will meet. 

I quoted TS Eliot before, his entire poem so I wont do it again. But it is magical to know how he comes into my head time and time again, describing so many moments with precision.

and indeed there will be time. 
to ask "do i dare? and "do i dare" 

intoxicated by Chet Baker's music.

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