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Read more: Oh, Österlen!As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in our room in Österlen, in a charming farmhouse that has been converted into a BnB. We occupy one of the two rooms on the second floor, which was built not so long ago. This newer part of the house is in stark contrast to the old, charming kitchen…
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A Thing We Need To Stay Alive. Sometimes.
Sometimes, all we need to stay alive is our beloved’s memories about us. Nothing less, nothing more. Because humans, more than anything, are afraid to be forgotten. I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets. Taken from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. Another master piece…
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A Night To Be Remembered
Random things always happen at random times. Tonight I made an appointment with my friends to study and get some assignments done. I didn’t know whose idea was that to study in such an expensive coffee shop (where we didn’t get to sit on the sofa because it was already full and packed with people,…
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A Blessing In Disguise
Three days ago I tried to rearrange my laptop and its folders. It was messier than ever, I even had a hard time to look for a file. So guess what I found: my old diary which was written (or typed?) a few months ago. Yes, my diary has changed from a notebook to a…
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Six-Years-Late Thank You
I’ve always thought that I’m the kind of person who likes clinging to the past. Lately I realize that maybe I depend a little bit too much on my past. For the last few days, I’ve been chatting a lot with someone who used to have a special place in my heart. I know it…
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People behind the Things that I Grew Up with
Since I was a child, I’ve been an admirer of books. I used to live in a small town in the middle of nowhere, so going to a bookstore had been something rare. And it was a massive privilege for me. Whenever I went to a bookstore (which only happened once or twice in a…
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About Why I Sleep Too Much
I woke up today with a message in my cell phone from my friend: “Where are you? Not in class?” I told him I was overslept, which was partially true. He said: “You DO sleep all the time.”
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On Starting This Journal
A girl can hold so many things inside her. Sometimes, it’s too many. There are reasons why she holds back and never lets it out. One way or another, there has to be some way to let it out, otherwise she’ll explode. So this is my way to let out things I’ve been holding back…
Her Little Journal 