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Read more: Through My Lens: Favorite Things about SwedenThis post is a part of the writing project called Stories from the West that I started with Christa. We’re both currently living on the west coasts (Christa in the US, me in Sweden), hence the name of the project. We want to share our experiences living as immigrants, and every month we’ll write a post each…
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The First Half of 2015
It’s already the second half of 2015, and I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. The first half was filled with so much nothingness and despair, so it’s a bit hard for me to believe that the second half will be better. I recently found out, the stronger you feel about something, the harder…
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Pieces of Memories
I have a friend who keeps all mementos of things he wants to remember. Theater tickets, movie stubs, receipts from restaurant, and even random brochures he got on particular memorable days. Pick one thing and he’ll launch into a tale of how he got it, and why he keeps it. I used to be this…
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Today
Today is my graduation. Let’s backtrack a little. A year ago, this time was blissful, spent with the epitome of summer cliches. Picnics, Pimms, shorts, t-shirts, and summer dresses. There was this little thing called dissertation that loomed in my conscience whenever I wasn’t working on it, but I usually shook it off. Hours in…
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An impulse, a bottle of wine, and a remarkable night
It all started with a quick dinner somewhere in Portswood, on a cold November night. As we were walking out, she suddenly said, “Let’s go to the docks.” I hesitated, thinking it might not be such a good idea to go there when it was windy and rainy, when she added, “Let’s buy a bottle…
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Portobello Market, Notting Hill
Things have been gloomy again here (as ever), and I’m in dire need of bright colors. Sometimes, there are moments when those are the only bright things in my life. And what’s better place to look than in an old folder titled Portobello Market? Honestly, I don’t quite know any girl who doesn’t like Notting Hill. And…
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11 Saddest Things in Life
…as learned in the course of 1 year: Leaving a place that you love Being stuck in a place that you hate, without knowing when you can get out. Or if you can get out, that is Not saying a proper goodbye Losing people Yearning for things that no longer exist Knowing what happy was, then forgetting…
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Hyde Park
I’ve never been fond of big cities, and London is no exception. I went there many times, and it was always good, but it never left an impression on me. For me, London was always too big, too crowded, and too overwhelming. Fascinating, but daunting. And yes, crazy expensive too. London always put me on…
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The new Her Little Journal!
This August will mark the fourth year I’ve been blogging seriously. Seriously as in, putting a lot of thought and effort in what I write, rather than rambling nonsense crap on a public space. When I started it, I didn’t think I’d stuck with it for a long time. I easily get bored with anything,…
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Snippets of Edinburgh
I first went to Edinburgh in January 2014, right after my last exam. I fell in love instantly, despite the gloomy sky and intermittent rain. I had such an amazing time going to the castle and walking around the old town. My favorite was Arthur’s Seat, where I spent one blissful hour taking pictures and watching people come and…
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Kawah Putih
It was 6 years ago when I first came here. I didn’t remember much about that time, except that it gave me the privilege of saying, ‘Oh yes, I’ve been there’ whenever people talked about how beautiful this place was. Kawah Putih (literal translation: white crater) is located 50 km south of Bandung, but it took…
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