Sunday, April 14, 2013

Postcrossing: Mailbox Goodies April 14/13

HUUUUURRAAAAY for today's mailbox goodies!!

♫ I just got a letter, I just got a letter, I just got a letter...
    Wonder who it's from! ♫

Today's haul hails from (clockwise starting from top right) are ...tun dun nuh nuuuuh....

  1. London (GB)
  2. Turku, Finland (FI)
  3. Lviv, Ukraine (UA)
  4. Matsuyama City, Ehime Prefecture, Japan (JP)

According to my log, I have already received 13 postcards to date in the 3 months that I have been a postcrosser!! This is the first time that I've blogged about my haul since the first set of cards that I've sent. Read about it here.

Japan and Finland both came with cute animal stickers!! Japan had a cute bubble black kitty with a red collar (super kawaii!!). Finland had a triple chicks gang haha.

I love reading the words from these amazing people from different countries!

I learned about the Cossacks from Ukraine and shared with the sender the nice Ukrainians I've met at university too. Regretfully, I forgot to share how much I love the Farmers Market's cabbage rolls and perogies. Though, doesn't it sound too much fangirl ish like? Sorta? Creepy maybe?

Finland introduced me to the cuteness of Moomins. I like their adorableness and checked out the website for a bit, getting lost in the information.

Japan made me reminisce about my childhood beach memories and the pictorial map has my mind on a wanderlust journey again.

Lastly, London too also got me lost in wanderlust as I imagined myself riding the double decker bus, passing by the Big Ben, Tower Bridge, waving at the Queen and Prince Harry and Princess Kate all while the Changing of the Guards is happening in the background. She also invited me to go shopping. Wow what an experience that would be!

Thanks again penpals! Till the next postcardgram!


Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem: The Road Not Taken

One of my favorite poems is by Robert Frost called The Road Not Taken.

Lately I've been on "emo-mode" with lots of feelings and thoughts pent up inside; being both good and eeyore like.

While browsing for an art history book for an essay I needed to write for my class, I chanced upon a book on poetry. Like moth to a flame, I was drawn to it and ultimately cracked it open. As the words penetrated, I "found myself lost" in a stillness that I had been missing. I don't even remember the poems I read, the name of the book, or how long I stood there for. All I remember was the euphoric feeling of being at peace.

Poetry has always been an outlet for me to sort through the confusion of such intense emotions. When I can't find the words and form a coherent thought amidst the fog, I turn to poetry for an explanation, a commonality, a voice. It's as if a warm blanket envelopes me and says "There there, I know what you're going through."

Now why The Road Not Taken?

When I read this poem, I usually take it literally as the adventures one chooses to have off the beaten path.  However this time I am relating to this poem in terms of what path I take to deal with my emotions and thoughts. There is nothing worse for me than to be paralysed in fear; not know what road to take and in turn be stuck in a world that could spiral out of control at any given moment.

In life there are choices we need to make. One of the most important choices is what path we take to deal with life's colorful events and hurdles. Do we follow the path we're used to - the routine. Or do we forged new paths and see if those lead to new discoveries on how to deal with thought patterns and emotions or ....just being.

Foggy morning
Image Source: Foggy Morning


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


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