My lovelies I know I Haven’t updated in a while but doing tests in french , your third language is not the easiest :) My results , I passed but have a summer exam in sciences in september and german , math holiday work to do.
So now as I have abandoned my photo blog tooo much , I have taken the challenge of a photo a day :)
From TODAY to the 1st of SEPTEMBER :) - so feel free to join my journey to my home NEPAL and back to BELGIUM :)
Pic 1 - My kitty Surya not letting me back think he wants me to take him with me :) look he even put his orange kitty teddy bear in the suitcase :)
please keep updating your blog i love looking at your pictures so cute!
Awww baby I was thinking of how I haven’t updated in a while , you just gave me the motivation to do so , I may scramble around a bit in my picasa to see if I have any recent photo’s :) Thank you …lots of love to you anon :) <3
Creative writing cause of sleep deprivation. ( The flash)
Time doesn’t fly , it flashes. There is no start or finish. You only remember the brightest moment or the darkest ones.
In a flash , you are falling asleep in the arms of your loved one , then alone in your bed , then they’re falling asleep with a new loved one.It feels like a thin line being cut into your back. Your back because you will try ignore it , shield it from the world yet that scar will always remain. With each realisation that your brightness is starting to fade , a new thin line appears.
The lines will be thin , as no one will notice them but the depth , the depth will reach the inside of your insides.
From there , from the inside thats where you start , start to recover , to heal from the inside , heal your spirit and heal your hurt.
Slowly, gradually your brightness will begin to grow….. Grow into a flash of brightness that will burn brighter and that will last longer.
awww you are a pretty lady, happy birthday for yesterday!!! what did you do/get?
Thankkk youuuu cuttieee <3 went to park with like 30 or so peeps there , 3 cases of beers and more booze and as it was sunny stayed at park got drunk , talked , cut two cakes , got attacked for singing my own birthday song xD Get I got lots actually this year which i’m surprised …scarf , earrings , bracelets , necklaces , money from granny , alchohol , chocolate :) new zealand souvenirs from my kiwi :) and my flight to nepal in the summer counts as my dad present so yeh :) happyy shivii <3
At that moment cause I felt like my life was unbalanced , too much work , stress .. don’t know if I’ll pass the year , feeling self conscious … and such .. but better now <3 Thanks lovely for caring <3
Written for Nepali magazine VIVACITY - http://vivacitymagazines.com/component/content/article/132-twentytwo-issue/332-a-beauty-in-chaos.html#
Nepal, never ending peace and love; this motto may have been forgotten by our government but it remains in the people and the mountains.
Being half Nepali and half European, I have the privilege of trusting open parents to go off adventuring around the majestic valley. Since I was 12, I started using the tuk tuks and micro’s to get home, as living in Bhaktapur and taking the taxi isn’t an affordable option. The public transport in Nepal is not for the weak hearted as you need your elbows and determination to secure your space, yet it has its own little charms. Certain examples of my experience are of hanging out of a tuk tuk in the monsoon rain, with my best friend, as the woman inside offered us her umbrella and kept our belongings dry for us.
On another adventure, I decided to sit on the floor of the bus, to ease the fatigue in my legs as I was too tired. Across me three old wrinkled ladies sat in a seat for two. All scrunched up yet they made a space for me and insisted I sit next to them, just so that I wouldn’t have to sit on the floor. These kind gestures and hospitality are what make Nepalese so unique and sweet.
Being in Europe, one of the aspects that I miss is the connection and relationships you develop with random shopkeepers, barmen or taxi drivers. You could say customer loyalty, but in Nepal it’s a bit different. The Nepalese appreciate when you remember them. One main location to find such lively people who love to have a small chat is Thamel. In the haze of all these friendly conversations, two spots in Thamel became my place, my favourites. The first spot, is the Falappel corner, on the start of Mandala street. A little cosy shop with tastebud-tingling wraps and an area to meet bizarre wonderful strangers. Strangers such as an Irish man who entertains you with stories about Greek gods and goddesses and about which finger you should wear rings on.
The Falappel corner is located right next to the buzzing, rushing main street of Thamel, so spot two is somewhere quieter. Located across the Kathmandu Guest House on the top floor is the Tom & Jerry Pub. A musky attic pub, where every edge of the wall is covered in signatures and doodles. Souvenirs, T-shirts and flags hung up with precious memories scribbled on them. The atmosphere itself is heart-warming, also to add to that, the barmen there are pleasant. Men who are in their 30-40’s who will tease you about marrying you off to their relatives and offer you lots of popcorn which are free at ‘ Happy Hour’. The pub is perfect for a chilled time with friends as they have two pool tables , an indoor fire place to heat you up in the winter and they also do ‘Football nights’ when popular matches are showing. If you aren’t skilled at the art of pool, just ask the pool master there. He’ll give you certain tips and tricks that’ll improve your skills dramatically.
Around each corner of Nepal you are bound to discover an adventure, create a memory or meet incredible people. I’m not saying that every soul you meet is going to be a saint. Though I think ‘treat people how you want to be treated ‘ is a moral that most follow, so be kind and you’ll have an amazing experience in this little country.
Nepal is a beautiful country filled with enchanting tales and mesmerizing mountains. Kathmandu though has a peculiar rare beauty to it; A hidden beauty among the dusty rim and creeks of the valley. A beauty in chaos.
Don’t judge, just thought it’d be something cute to share.
2nd April 2013
It’s funny that people are only willing to write about their sadness than their happiness but I guess that’s the joy of happiness. When you’re happy you forget everything and just feel that state of nirvana, that will pass in a quick moment. I write with exception that this will never read again like our thoughts , they emerge and they submerge. Some we choose to keep some are never ever seen again.
Wow , my writing is like my head , disorientated. This is why I have to write sometimes, to clear the viral mess in my head.
'Live , some people just exist in their lives '
I don’t know why but I feel like I’m just existing. Existing to complete due dates, to complete responsibilities. My soul feels drained. You just give your all to this society , this world just to get critics and shit back.
I feel drunk but drunk off confusion, stress and pressure. Underwater numbness , that’s what I need.