Watching Only Lovers Left Alive

👍👍👍👍. Loved it! – View on Path.

Spring has sprung. Happy Easter!

Spring has sprung. Happy Easter!

Holy Week Reflections

Growing up Catholic, Semana Santa (Holy Week) always has been about going to church and remembering how God so loved us that He sacrificed his only begotten Son. Starting with Palm Sunday and culminating with Easter Sunday, it’s about prayers and penitence, rebirths and second comings. Even non-devouts get into the peace and quite mood of the week.

Apart from its religious implications, Holy Week always emits a feeling of nostalgia for me. I forever associate it with hot summer days and somber moods.  No work, no business, no TV (except for religious-themed ones like The Ten Commandments on repeat mode), no loud music (just static radio channels broadcasting the Siete Palabras — Jesus’ last seven “words”). Of endless reading, sun kissed skins and being with family. Easter Sunday meant walking to the main street in the evening to watch the procession which reenacts the supposed reunion of the risen Christ and the Holy Mother. And then a feast.

I can’t pinpoint why this week always creates a heavy longing in my heart. I guess it’s a longing for youth and a longing for traditions. Because no matter how much I want to move forward and evolve with the times, deep down I sometimes still want things to be just simple and familiar so I don’t have to worry too much, and life doesn’t have to be frantic all the time.

Kabocha korokke, anyone? So I took a photo of my food, sue me. Too beautiful and delicious not to take a picture. 😜 (at Kenta Ramen)

Kabocha korokke, anyone? So I took a photo of my food, sue me. Too beautiful and delicious not to take a picture. 😜 (at Kenta Ramen)

"My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there."

Love’s Philosophy (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another’s being mingle—
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;—
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

I blushed when I read the translation of this Korean pop song I like. Cheesy, dramatic and poignant. Love it! – View on Path.

I blushed when I read the translation of this Korean pop song I like. Cheesy, dramatic and poignant. Love it! – View on Path.

Even if we could turn back, we’d probably never end up where we started.

bookmania:

Flare & Bookbuyers, London (by psyxjaw)

Next time I’m in London I’m spending half a day here!

bookmania:

Flare & Bookbuyers, London (by psyxjaw)

Next time I’m in London I’m spending half a day here!

Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It’s a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it’s a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time. Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.

Jeanette WintersonOranges Are Not the Only Fruit
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Go! UKiss on MNet America. I love these guys.http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vjW-3YIUO2Y&feature=youtu.be – View on Path.

Go! UKiss on MNet America. I love these guys.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vjW-3YIUO2Y&feature=youtu.be – View on Path.

I was there.

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kleinmeli:

You have no idea how much I LOVE the end-credit artworks done by Claus Studios for Thor 2.

I was so sad the these great pieces weren’t inluded in the Thor 2 artbook. Buh! :/

Oh, how young they were then…

Oh, how young they were then…

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