Uni Mail I am listening to Puccini’s La Bohème because I am getting myself in the mood for a concert I my attending with my friend. We are going to see a choir perform Puccini and Mendelssohn. It is my first time going to this sort of event and I want to know what to […]
Lost in a Dream is a surreal depiction of bliss found in sleep. In many ways, it is a representation of what my real life is not. Inspired by music, nature, food and bright colours, it features 5 mini versions of me against a pink background. Just Give Me Some Candy was inspired by a […]
After spending the coldest day of my life in Bratislava, it was a relief to be welcomed into a moderately cold rainy evening in Prague. I was 17 the first time I identified the Czech Republic on a map. Before I had started learning French and found myself in Geneva, Prague was where I had […]
I am fatigued and I have a slight headache. Beside me, there are two women talking in a language that I don’t know. I fear that they are going to talk for the whole 1 hour and 40 minutes we have to fly. As we take off, I am grateful for the familiar noise which […]
My friends and I wanted to see the festival of lights in Lyon and so; we booked an Airbnb and hopped on the bus from Geneva to Lyon. During the two hour drive, we perched ourselves at the back of the empty bus and glued our faces to the windows until we got tired and […]
I missed two lectures on a Friday to go to Berlin and this was a big deal. Months later, as I revised for my exams, I would think back to this trip and the lectures I missed and feel some regret. But for now, I was going to Berlin with my friends and it was […]
One day I was bored and I made a gif.
But we’re always changing. The person I was 10 years ago would probably not agree with some of the things I agree with now and the person I am now probably cringes at the person I was 10 years ago.
Sometime last month, I packed a hipstery vintage suitcase and grabbed my camera (when I still had one) and headed to Birmingham. I was going to visit my friend. I had been to Birmingham once before. It was with my mum but I was young and I remember nothing. Being an unrepentant cynic, I expected […]
I know that there are bad days and good days. But what happens when the bad days are more than the good? When the bad days are so frequent that the memories of the good days become buried in darkness?