a leap year. I keep thinking how strange it must be to have a birthday every four years. I am spending the morning with two cups of coffee, quiet music and the new york times.

march tomorrow. already. again.

my falling whistle arrived in the mail yesterday. it feels good to wear it. I cannot remember exactly how I stumbled upon this campaign a few weeks back but things have changed since then. I spent hours doing research about the congo, trying to understand. but I guess it’s impossible. number one priority is raising awareness because as it turns out due to people’s general ignorance in regards to anything outside their comfort zone, it is rare that people actually know what is happening in the congo. and so I am trying. two conflicting emotions have appeared recently; one is feeling good about doing something but the other is feeling completely insignificant and tiny in comparison to the issue. but I do know that giving up would be foolish.

so, whilst you are sitting comfortably in front of your computer, perhaps with a beverage of your choice, take a minute and go through the following links:

+ be a whistleblower for peace
+ falling whistles
+ crisis in the congo: uncovering the truth
+ congo women
+ enough project
+ angelina jolie’s journal from congo
+ robin wright in congo

and hopefully do something.

unknown sources.

I managed to write for forty three days straight. and then the words disappeared. together with me. I imagine something similar has already happened last year, therefore, no one should be surprised at my inability to keep up. I know I am not surprised. I stretched myself out as a writer, hoping to accomplish something I didn’t even believe in to begin with. I needed a reminded of what simplicity is. I am lacking simplicity in life. it’s one of those endless questions in my writing: what is it that I wish to do with my life? the soundtrack of reign over me has put me in a strange state of mind. quiet but restless. words are floating around inside my head and I cannot put them down. they are like summer flies and there’s too many of them.

six days of nothingness; weary morning routines. I did not leave the apartment once. the current weather in hong kong seems to agree with me. I am trying to trace back events of the past two weeks. I’ve seen very little of hazelnut boy. h came to visit me with a pint of ice cream and buffy the vampire slayer on dvd. there was valentine’s day, which for me meant a twenty four working shift with my father and the rest of the crew. we celebrated with a few drinks together. I spent the night with the boy. there was a birthday dinner a few days before that. the organic place. then something. dinner with prince edward boy but only I was eating. we smoked from the water pipe, clouds of smoke rising above us. the music reminded me of my bus rides across bosnia. peel st. a bunch of people were there but I cannot recall the faces. then I went back a few days later. makumba, and the australian lady. again. we did the whole circle. one of the first nights he waited for me at the park behind X. but that was before all of this. pieces have blended into one and I cannot tell, which night was which. what happened when and who was there. I remember seeing a glimpse of the boy who walks around town with fliers promoting bars. half italian, or something. and the guy with dreadlocks from a few weeks back; the musicians on the corner. everything has blurred into nothing.

simplicity, silence, solitude. I am on a quest to unravel my life. eliminate everything that annoys me. I am trying to learn something new every day. read, write, educate myself. I don’t pick my phone and I take hours to reply to messages. not to mention emails. I needed to slow down a little. ignore the outside world for a bit, so I can focus on things of importance.

by voldy92

this reminds me of home.

by haeshu

almost like that one august sunset m and I watched over the meadow. I wonder whether he thinks about me sometimes, the way I think of him.

by marina.shakleina

I miss paris lately.

by laura makabresku

curls and red hair. something I will never have.

by voldy92

I think about new york city a lot lately. and moving there for good.

by isabelle bertolini

I cannot remember the last time I ate a truly amazing pizza.

by saraseaside

I am dreaming of my own flat.

four random photographs from beijing in december.