staccato burst: tro, hopp & karlek.

loosely translated, tro, hopp & karlek means ‘believe, hope and love’ in swedish.  i saw this written on a chalkboard frame while taking delicious delight in vegan stew and laughing company in malmo.  there is something really beautiful about revisitng a place for a second time.  altough familiar, sights and tastes are still somewhat new. …

staccato burst: anxiety is love’s killer.

  may you remind yourself that deep breaths distill all anxious flutters.  may you know that all sweet successes take root in flustered failures.  may you learn that to love truly is to dive quite deeply. may you wear a life jacket when swimming in buoyant waters.  and please, may you promise no matter the strength of…

upcycled cool.

i have a confession to make … i am a chronic hoarder.  a hoarder of magazine articles and newspaper clippings.  to me, these mediums are just as treasured as a book.  my masterpiece of a library (to be built one day, sigh) will have endless stacks of yellowed paper painted with times roman ink.  i rescue these pages from…

f*cked (and fixed) up.

i’ve been fucked up and i’ve been a fool … fix myself up and come be with you. -from ‘muchacho’s tune’ by phosphorescent   is there anything more powerful than sitting in silence, your headphones acting as a blockade to the noise outside your mind (and its internal static too for that matter), when all of…

a conversation with mr hamilton.

many people will laugh at me for admitting this (especially since i’m soon to be 31) but i adamantly believe that adults can have make-believe friends.  or as i prefer to call them, ‘silent muses’. it shouldn’t just be the five-year olds that are privy to seeing pixies, space cowboys and magic ponies.  by birth right –…

i could make you scared, if you want me to.

its been some time now since i’ve felt scared. hurt, of course–i’m a human who lives fiercely and unapologetically through her emotions after all. heart wide open. nurtured but still naive at times. scared though? hardly, no. thrilled? definitely, yes. that injection of adrenaline that overwhelms you when you’re wrapped up in unconventional lust. even when wrapped…

stillness.

its sunday morning.  there is something in the air.  the hidden scent of summer; a sun-kissed morning breeze.  quick to rise but slow in my pace as i stroll carlton gardens, a sanctuary of greens.  passerby pedestrians either greet me with a charming nod or kind ‘hello’.  the birds sing their song while the water fountains flow. my…

10,000 hours in hamburg.

hamburg, germany.  it is a city that is often referred to as the “gateway to the world”.  as with most german city states, its history is composed of both intrigue and controversy.  reeperbahn, otherwise known as the “sinful mile”, still burns as a seedy red light district whereas speicherstadt (storage town) encapsulates the port city’s rich history…

getting lost … while riding a bike.

the great hemingway once wrote, “it is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.  thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no…

johnny cash cool.

it was the 1950s.  elvis presley was building his fame and the young man in black was just beginning to walk the line.  the ring of fire hadn’t started burning … but sam phillips was right in saying, “that cash, now he’ll be a rolling stone”.  the scene was flooded with rockabillies and folksters, the outlaw generation…