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Taking special note of the little brooches

We pretend that we’re human.

We attempt to re-create the things that encapsulates what it means to be human. 

Photos with a vintage filter - it reminds us of a time when cameras and films were built with room for “human error”

Signs that look like it was hand painted - because anything that looks like it was handmade it always nice.

Which is really silly if you think about it, that what we’re recreating are just superficial copies, and we don’t even really understand why we’d like to copy the look

heaven-sent mornings.

“So are the people you think you’re curing. They’re dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.” —Sylvia Plath - Bell Jar

Our funny Easter popiah party. Entailed discovering hidden talents, crazy eyes from Tiger, Easter egg hunts and musical performances.

This is day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad.

Some days I feel incapable of loving. I’ve come to learn it’s because I fell out of love with myself.

In a blur, in Hong Kong.

Some pictures from New Year’s in Hong Kong. I really didn’t do much aside from eating too much.

“Writing by hand is laborious, and that is why typewriters were invented. But I believe that the labor has virtue, because of its very physicality. For one thing it involves flesh, blood and the thingness of pen and paper, those anchors that remind us that, however thoroughly we lose ourselves in the vortex of our invention, we inhabit a corporeal world.” —Mary Gordon
i took some photossss

i took some photossss

Things we forget

The older I get, the more I find things that I love. And the more I find things that I love, the sadder I am about not having enough time to spend with the things I used to love.

think pink

So many things to be thankful for in 2012.

For the challenges that help make me a stronger and smarter person

For the warmth of friendship from the old friends who stick with you, even if you turn out quite different from the person they’d first befriended.

For the friendships that have yet to blossom, which teaches me there are so many dimensions to one person and we have so much to learn from each other. 

For the type of love that two people can share. We could be at any place in the world, in a dirty bus or in a cramped little room or lost in translation at a restaurant, and it’ll still feel like (the good part of being) home.

In awe

Ignatius believed that anyone who prayerfully considers the basic truth that we are created out of love by a transcendent God of holiness will grow in a sense of reverence. We will have a deepened sense of the sacredness of all things if we think of everything as continually being called and sustained in being by God. We will stand in awe not just before sunsets and mountains, flowers and trees, but also, and especially, before every person we meet.

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