My friends would express their ardent support whenever I suggest writing articles on a blog. Thank you, albeit the fact I was being sarcastic at my own drama.. The plain thought of leaving footprints everywhere on the Web and the seeming possibility of a lurking stalker…
“Oh, just stop procrastinating and write already, Vanessa.”
The voice inside of me, would sing in a harmonious tone to that of my friends’.
Have bravery. I need a million litres of bravery. I need bravery to shake off those quivering fingers hovering on the keyboard; to write something of substance.
Just a while ago, I mustered all the courage that I had inside of me and I booked an impromptu trip to Tokyo. A solo one.
How long has it been since my last solo trip? Five years?
Am I really prepared for a solo trip? Well no!
Which is why, I probably need plenty of research, and courage…and support.
After all, my tickets have been settled. I am Tokyo-bound and it is going to take place in 2018. I intend to explore quaint towns in Tokyo, meeting and catching up with old friends. I also think it’s a good time for me to explore museums and I truly hope the weather would be awesome. My previous trip in Tokyo did not end on a very good note, so I hope this time things get a lot better.
It’s funny how I can ramble on when you talk to me about places in the Tohoku, Chubu Kyushu, Kansai, Shikoku and the Hokuriku region… but I know zilch about the Kanto and Hokkaido region. Time to have bravery and find out!
Follow me in trip-plannin’, and hop along as I travel to Japan for new places to visit!
Natty means smart and fashionable. It could also mean dreadlocks. I somehow thought of this story when I saw that word. The story is nowhere close to being coherent but somehow I could draw a picture book out of this, haha. (If I had the amazing ability to draw, that is)
Meet Mr. Natty, who is known to nobody except kids below three.
I reckon he is slightly above thirty.
Boy, he is as quirky as he is legendary.
Yellow dreads, viridian scales with something feathery.
Neon-coloured furry weeds, rotating eyeballs with orange edges of three.
Meet Mr. Natty, and join him when the stars are shiny.
Listen to his endless collection of fascinating stories.
Ride on crushing waves of the seven seas;
Dance on fluttering petals of strawberries;
Soar across his whimsical clouds of fancy.
Meet Mr. Natty, a face whom the adults do not see.
I reckon he is as shy as he is ordinary.
The kids would protest unanimously, that the brilliant Mr. Natty is dreamy.
In a world where adults were not to be, who are we to draw its boundaries?
Mr. Natty is natty, just the very way he should forever be.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
– JRR Tolkien
When I was much younger, I came across this poem and I loved the first two lines. In time, one will realise that the things worth keeping in life are often mundane, trivial and possibly inconspicuous. These things are sometimes out of plain sight, but they stay around for a very long time, until the day you come to keep them inside your heart.
All that is gold does not glitter.All that glitters is not gold.
It was early February. I was sitting on the huge stone steps to the beach and there was a distant solitary figure and her pet. Nobody knew why she was there, but she stood pensively with her pet for a relatively long time. When she started walking again, she turned around and glanced at the other lone figure (me). This wandering stranger is now on the main header image of the site. I may or may not see her again this lifetime, but this picture forms one of the mundane memories I would dearly treasure.
I believe in fate, or the similar likes of it. I believe that repeated coincidences are meant to be – this post, for example. The last post I had uploaded onto my Instagram was the same photograph; I used the same Tolkien quote as the caption; I saw that the Daily Prompt was Glitter ; I started this site on this very day.
It probably means something.
It is probably meant to be, that I start writing on this platform today.