Late Night Stimulation

Just before drifting off to sleep last night, a renegade fragment of my mind decided it wasn't ready for slumber (wish it had asked my opinion first) and started wandering off on a textual analysis of On The Jellicoe Road.

I love the book, I really do, and the brief literary rumination was enlightening. After last night's sudden burst of insight, I'm all the more incredibly amazed and impressed with just how brilliantly Melina Marchetta has taken two seemingly unrelated narratives, carefully shredded them to pieces and proceeded to join them back into a fragmented whole -- like you would a jigsaw puzzle. Who knew it'd be possible to love a raggedy bunch of fictional characters more than you thought you ever could?

Honestly though, mentally pouring over a book's literary devices in the dead of the night when you're trying to shrug consciousness off your tail, is a few marbles short of cuckoo if you ask me.

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Impressionist

I could spend hours pondering a Monet, just thinking up stories to go with the dreamy watercolour scene.

Yeah, I know, sometimes I fear for my own sanity too ;)

In my defence:

Poppy Field in Argenteuil

The Garden Gate at Vetheuil

The Iris Garden at Giverny

Springtime

Clifftop Walk at Pourville

The Sea and the Alps

Everything's Going To Be OK

Carried Away // Passion Pit

Cover Lust

For Darkness Shows The Stars // Diana Peterfreund

Not something I would read (teenage sci-fi/dystopian fantasies aren't really my cup of tea), but ohemgee if that isn't a pretty cover. 

I loved the idea of galactic travel and the infiniteness of space as a child, and my bedroom wall used to have glow in the dark planets held down with blue tack.

This one reminds me a little of Across the Universe.

Weekend Playlist

One Grain of Sand // Ron Pope Ron Pope's so underrated despite being such a gifted singer and songwriter.  Lego House // Ed Sheeran
I Need Your Love // Calvin Harris ft. Ellie Goulding

Gratitude

Thank You for a continuous spate of small blessings and miracles. It's hard to deny angels exist when metaphorical bullets whiz by with barely a centimetre to spare, whether by fluke or design.

I'm a little afraid to pinch myself, just in case I do wake up and find it was all pretend.

Love Somebody // Maroon 5

Cruise (Remix) // Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly

Healing

The weather recently has been unbearably hot and fiery, but this being Malaysia - the dry spell's occasionally broken by a crazy downpour at the most inopportune times.

There's a traditional Chinese believe that rain on a hot day is a sure-fire way to fall sick, and I've fallen casualty to it.

Nursing a cold during one of the busiest periods at work is no fun.

Words don't flow as smoothly, I'm sensitive and cranky, my judgement's impaired, and the usual gung-ho attitude I have to assignments - near back-to-back loans, interviews, events, photo shoots and all - has taken a beating.

Truth be told I'm exhausted and starved of inspiration.

So as usual when I desperately need my own version of chicken soup for the soul (blatant motivational and self-help mumbo jumbo irritate the hell out of me), I've turned to Owl City for healing.

Super Honeymoon // Owl City

West Coast Friendship // Owl City
Works all the time; don't know what I would do without.

OC's almost my religion.