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An introduction.. Not exactly your usual travel diaries. Not the kind that provides info, stats, guides of the practical kind. More so the kind that divulges into the thoughts and feelings of someone who knew they wanted to go but wasn’t sure why. Someone who struggled first with the decision and then with the implications…
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Auckland Embrace it. Embrace it? But it looks spiky, the edges are sharp. It hurts to try. It smells funny. I don’t want to get too close. And staring at it too closely hurts my eyes, gives me a headache. Embrace it? No, I want to hold it at arms length or far away. Things…
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NZ in a hostel Having a body is strange. Having a mind is weird. Realising that those two are not one and the same is weirder. Being conscious of the awareness that knows all this is the strangest of all. Sometimes I feel like a spectator in my own mind. I watch the thoughts portrayed…
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Kuala Lumpur If I had to describe my time in Kuala Lumpur it would be: fast but also, wow. A city that, being honest, I didn’t even know existed until last year when a friend went there. A city like I’ve never experienced before. The scale of the city, the people, the skyscrapers, the massive…
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In Malaysia Maybe life is made up of little miracles. Silvers of hope, white feathers, numerical synchronicities, small acts, changes, choices, activities. Maybe they’re found in the hidden smiles, short laughs, hot baths, cold showers. Maybe they’re in words, whispers, touches and tastes, sights and scenery. It’s the little things right? It’s the finding a…
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[A poem for my love ❤️] The love of my life is furry White with a black tail One look from her My heart flutters without fail She makes me laugh, she’s seen me cry With her, nothing feels like a lie And so now that I am without her The ache in my heart…
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