Sunday, 30 November 2014

Old but Beautiful

Many times my friends find my droll fascination with Old People odd.

And today, adding on to the list of enduring reasons that make me adore these quirky grey haired folks - Their Arguments.

Their annoying bickers and squabbles,
nagging habits and stubborn minds.

Logical husbands who would never give into their nonsensical wives,
& loving wives who have memorized the needs of their husbands inside out at the tip of their fingers. 

Admist all these colliding heads & feverish bull's horns knocking into one another multiple times throughout the day, are two people who fundamentally still love each other.

Two people who continue to grow older and older together despite their millionth disagreement.

Two people who love their grandchildren, whom still talk about their families with pride and joy. 

Two people who still hold hands after a ten minute heated argument.

Two people who have triumped against the turbulent waves of life and the anarchic emotions that come along with it.

Two people, beautiful in the presence of one another, arguing one minute and still laughing in the next. 

Croatian Daze

Today I had truffle and shrimp and pasta for lunch.

I saw a young girl walk through the piazza in a dress so long and oversized that you knew it belonged to her older sister before.

A newlywed couple walked towards me, looking for a spot to shoot in the piazza.

Everyone stopped to take pictures of them. & there was this old grand dad dressed in baggy pants and a fitted white polo shirt, belly bulging, bag of nuts in one hand, iPhone in the other. He lifted his phone to take a picture and spilled his nuts all over himself and the floor. Shocked and annoyed, he mumbled to himself "what the fuck" thinking no one saw. Waddling left and right, he sought to hold his composure, dusting his shirt and forgetting the photo he was meant to take. I held my breath trying so hard not to laugh in public like a total idiot, but it was definitely hard to control. I kept my head down, desperately forcing my laughter inwards. Lips pressed, I smiled at the floor, pasta bowl in front of me, hot chocolate in my hand.

Friday, 28 November 2014

At times she felt nothing.
Others, it was as if her hands had expanded with time,
transfixed by the weight of emotion, 
they lay heavy on the ground, paralyzed by gravity.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Were we never supposed to love?
For all good comes bad and the greater the good the harsher the bad.
Droll habits of reassurance and comfort, of friendship and family.
Have they always been hypothesis of the weak to cope with the pain of reality?
Does pain exist?
The perpetual battle between self worth and the perception of one by society with the actual pathetic misery of one's reality?
What is family?
Who and why does this word exist?
Has its existence surpassed its time?
Does knowledge have meaning? Does it mean anything to have knowledge? 
What is the purpose of all of us being here?

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Hi there, I miss you.

I miss your hands, your rough hands that would devour my tiny palms with one grasp.
Your gaze, the way you would look at me and smile as we locked eyes.
Your warmth and protection.
Your words of encouragement. 
The sun on my back as I lay on your chest & drew on your hand as you played with my hair.
The way you leaned in and peered curiously with those ocean wide deep blue eyes.
I miss you.
I miss all of you.

Saturday, 8 November 2014


Visited Colonial Güell today and am now at Montserrant.
Gaudi is amazing, that's all I can say.
The monestary was lovely, it's located up in the clouds during this time of the year.
I made prayers for my family, friends and expressed gratitude for the amazing time I've had so far.
I've been so fortunate, I can't believe this trip even realistically happened.
It's been dreamy.
It's been mind blowing.
It's definitely changed my perspective on life,
my attitude towards myself & my pursuits.
I can't be more grateful for it all.


Off to discover Antonio Gaudi's work!
Nothing much to say except for how exhausted I was from being wow'ed by his works the whole day.
They were too great.
Too amazing.
In a nutshell, I visited Casa Batllo, La Pedera, Sagrada Familia and Park Güell.
I must say that visiting barcelona this time of the year was pretty great as I literally didn't have to queue for any of these places except for a short half an hour wait for Sagrada Familia.
But considering their world class status, I was really fortunate that I managed to walk straight in to all the other spots.

My favourite was Casa Batllo, how someone can create something so beautiful and ergonomically at one with it's aesthetic, just blew my mind.


Day 2 in Zurich and we discovered an old warehouse converted into a theatre space!

Had so much fun wondering around the space and after, while walking back to the city center, I discovered a route along the river that brought us to possibly the loveliest local hangout spot ever! 
Couldn't have dreamed of a better discovery!
Graffiti artists (whom I speculated were probably lawyers or bankers by weekday and rebel by weekend), people basking in the sun, hiding out in a cafe that blasted amazing nudisco music, an amazing cuppa caffe latte, it was a time I had missed for a while now.
City creatures will always be city creatures huh.
Headed off to the airport together and JF was so sweet to send me off.
Off I headed to Barcelona!