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My first tattoo!
In my teens, I came across a book that quickly became one of my all-time favorites— The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, a memoir by Jean-Dominique Bauby.He was a successful 40-something-year-old editor-in-chief of French Elle, who suffered a rare kind of stroke to the brainstem that left him paralyzed, or more specifically, with “locked-in syndrome”— mentally aware of his surroundings but physically immobilized, save for his left eyelid. With that blinking eyelid which he used to communicate and with the help of a transcriber (she would repeatedly recite a French language frequency-ordered alphabet until Bauby blinked to choose the next letter), he was able to write an incredible book, an everlasting testament to his life.
Almost 3 years ago, my dad, a once-healthy, active guy, was struck with a tumor in his brainstem. This left him unable to fully move or speak, but with his mind and spirit evidently intact— quite reminiscent of Bauby’s circumstances. So this little relevance stuck with me, and grew into something sentimental, meaningful, indelible, personal.
"…and something like a giant invisible diving bell holds my whole body prisoner (…) my diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly."
For the 9 months of his illness and the following going-on-3-years, I feel that this has already been tattooed inside me even before I got it physically yesterday. This symbolic memory of the momentous final months of my dad’s life, and the strenuous, significant moments of mine.

My first tattoo!

In my teens, I came across a book that quickly became one of my all-time favorites— The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, a memoir by Jean-Dominique Bauby.
He was a successful 40-something-year-old editor-in-chief of French Elle, who suffered a rare kind of stroke to the brainstem that left him paralyzed, or more specifically, with “locked-in syndrome”— mentally aware of his surroundings but physically immobilized, save for his left eyelid. With that blinking eyelid which he used to communicate and with the help of a transcriber (she would repeatedly recite a French language frequency-ordered alphabet until Bauby blinked to choose the next letter), he was able to write an incredible book, an everlasting testament to his life.

Almost 3 years ago, my dad, a once-healthy, active guy, was struck with a tumor in his brainstem. This left him unable to fully move or speak, but with his mind and spirit evidently intact— quite reminiscent of Bauby’s circumstances.
So this little relevance stuck with me, and grew into something sentimental, meaningful, indelible, personal.

"…and something like a giant invisible diving bell holds my whole body prisoner (…) my diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly."

For the 9 months of his illness and the following going-on-3-years, I feel that this has already been tattooed inside me even before I got it physically yesterday. This symbolic memory of the momentous final months of my dad’s life, and the strenuous, significant moments of mine.

Fondu au Noir
Coeur de Pirate // Coeur de Pirate

Memories of what I listened to in Paris.

The feeling of summer has been quite evident these days, and I am overcome with the desire to drown in anything refreshingly citrusy and icy. This is my first attempt— flavored lemonade! One bottle with strawberry and basil, and the other with cucumber and mint.

Reblogging this because this is the first time I’m seeing my own photo on my dash reblogged by someone who had not reblogged it from me, and I am somehow giddy about this!

Reblogging this because this is the first time I’m seeing my own photo on my dash reblogged by someone who had not reblogged it from me, and I am somehow giddy about this!

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Just outside of Linz, Austria. 2009.
Missing this place tonight, all of a sudden. Most probably because I’ve been watching The Sound of Music and had a momentary flashback of running across this terrain and aptly breaking into a chorus of "the hills are aliiiive, with the sound of muuuusic" while twirling about.

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theworldbyfaith asked you: Hi Isobel!! How are you?! :) For that anon who asked you about NY a while back: You should try Grimaldi’s in Brooklyn, The Modern in MOMA, one of the restaurant-bars in the Meatpacking District (I’d recommend Ajna Bar, but it’s closed now :( ) and have brunch at least once in Sarabeth’s :) For the museums, you should visit Guggenheim (feat. in When in Rome), The Met (feat. in Gossip Girl) and Museum of Natural History (feat. in Night at the Museum)! :) Enjoy!!!

Dear anon, here you go! Thanks for being so helpful, Faith! Hope you’re well :)

Anonymous asked you: Are you introverted/extroverted? Also why haven’t you gotten a boyfriend?? You’re so beautiful and amazing in so many ways!

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Self-proclaimed art hour with my brother yesterday. I quite want to make this a regular thing!

The past month, I’ve been infected by some viral disorder (as I might have mentioned, and definitely will not go into gross detail to), limiting me to only ingesting food that have been blandly liquefied and mashed.
I’ve been feeling much better this week though, and thankfully able to ease myself into consuming solids again! I reveled and started off with this very satisfying lunch in bed.

Lighthouse
Patrick Watson // Adventures In Your Own Backyard

I’ve always been the kind of person who meticulously selects a specific track to listen to in an airplane during take-off, while looking out the window and watching the world roll away.
This is what I listened to during my most recent flight out of town a few weeks back.

Another attempt at getting back to blogging— a throwback photo of the Duomo, seen from Giardino delle Rose in Florence.

Another attempt at getting back to blogging— a throwback photo of the Duomo, seen from Giardino delle Rose in Florence.

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OMIGOD HIIII :D

Apologies, again— I know I said I’d update more, but as luck would have it, I had been quite preoccupied with week-long out-of-town work succeeded by another week-long ailment, which unfortunately I still have. So now, while waiting for a check up in the hospital, I decided to take advantage of this interval and finally get to answering TAs.

I hope everyone’s having a better, healthier week than I am!

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Hello, all!

My apologies for being incredibly MIA recently!
Apart from being quite preoccupied, I haven’t been using my DSLRs much— my Canon, for the most part, has unfortunately been malfunctioning, so I’ve predominantly utilizing my iPhone. Consequently, my Instagram has been the most updated, if anyone would care to check it out :)

In any case, I will get down to business to defeat the Huns and start replying to TAs before I make my way to normal Tumblr programming.
Thank you to new followers, and to everyone for being patient as well. Hope every one of you is doing awesomely!

The Enemy
Mumford & Sons // Wuthering Heights OST (2011)

The chilly weather lately reminds me of icy, foggy days in Italy, walking through fields and listening to this song.

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Anonymous asked: Are you close with Katpertierra and Inkycherie? You three have so many similarities and I love your blogs. You’re all posting recipes too! Super cute ^^

Aw thanks! They’re two of the incredibly lovely people I’ve had the honor of meeting and befriending online :) it’s such an amazing thing, virtually finding people who you can get along with!

Anonymous asked: do you photoshop the photos taken by your phone? or do you just simply edit them using an app?

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The weather lately has been a much better sunny-and-breezy combination than it was during the holidays; and such lovely climate called for some brunching outdoors, which was exactly what I had earlier today with my brother.