The Flea by John Donne

The Flea BY JOHN DONNE Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,     Yet this…

A letter of Chekhov to his brother

posted on my blog so that I know where to find it (Source: James Vane; Translation by Michael Henry Heim; Image: Anton Chekhov, via.) Moscow, March, 1886 My little Zabelin, I've been told that you have taken offense at gibes Schechtel and I have been making. The faculty of taking offense is the property of noble…

München log2: Museums in München

Frauenkirche:     When I walked in, there was nobody there except a lady sitting in the front. Frauenkirche is a much bigger church than the one I saw in Regensburg yesterday, and it’s much more well-kept (maybe it’s because people actually uses it). The statue of Jesus was quite impressive as it was hanging…

München log1: Regensburg

On the plane: I knocked out the moment I was on the plane. This is my first time flying with Lufthansa and I have to say I can't stop but comparing it with Cathy Pacific in my mind. (Although it's maybe because I slept through the entire trip; when I woke up the captain was…

1st year of blog

Last week I received an email from WordPress to renew my $30 "rent" for the blog. Looking back, I did document important moments in my life, things that haunted, pleased, moved, or angered me in the past year. I always try to be honest on my blog and it is a hard job because after…

An reluctant addiction

I hate Coffee. I am not one of those apex humans who pride themselves as superior to the slaves of caffeine. However, I try to keep myself as far away as possible from coffee, as past experiences revealed that getting way too excited at 2am sure got the work done, but the next morning I…

A nice quote to keep in mind

About the path out of Paradise and towards the mysterious, exciting, turbulent, bittersweet turmoil and freedom we called adulthood. “I have no idea whether parents can be of help, and I do not blame mine. It was my own affair to come to terms with myself and to find my own way, and like most…