I have always loved writing, just for the sake of it. There was just something about words and how they are intricately weaved that forms a sort of melody for me. I stumbled across this time capsule I wrote more than a year ago. It’s funny how not much has change and in a way a lot hasn’t. This piece got me emotional and put me in a headspace I’ve been needing for a long time. I think the idea of time capsules are amazing, I didn’t go to one of those high schools that did one but what better way to keep one than write about it. So cheers to occasional time capsule updates on the blog 🙂 P.S: This picture was taken in 2014 summer
I keep journals, but I’m terribly bad at it. There are a lot of gaps in them and I’m afraid my memories, no matter how good, cannot remember my every thought and my every emotion.
I change. A lot. But not my personality. One moment I’m enthralled by one thing and the next my mind is completely engulfed by another. I’m fickle in that regard.
I am afraid that one day I shall forget my youth. How I felt, what I thought and what dreams I dreamt. I am afraid of the time when circumstances will shape my life rather than what I want. When those moments come, I want to remember this time in my life when I felt free as a bird with no anchor to tie me down. And maybe when I need to remind myself of who I truly am/was before I forget completely.
These are some of my dreams, fantasies, aspirations call it what you may.They might be as crazy as anything!
I come from a culture where a girl is restricted, luckily my parents are different in that regards. But no matter how much they allow for me, there are some restrictions that even they believe in. It is no secret that I am fascinated with Korea, and lately it has slowly expanded to include Japan but I have also found that east Asia is where my heart is.
I have never known such proclivities until now. I have found that the cultures takes my breath away, and this is only heightened the more exposed I am becoming to it. I just finished reading Memoirs of a Geisha and went on to watch the movie right after and I cannot describe to you the emotions I felt but I must try. For this is a time capsule. It was like looking at the most beautiful garden with a river flowing through on a cool spring day listening to my favourite music whilst eating my favourite food with my favourite person. You can imagine the clash of emotions and how it can become overwhelming. Now some of the things that happened in the story I felt iffy about but all the same it was brilliantly told!
Books have an enchanting power over me. I hope I never stop reading them. I love the fact that it can transport me to another time, another place. I love that it opens my mind to a world I may have never known. I forgot that for a while, but Memoirs of a Geisha reminded me of that. And so I think it will be a special book to me.
I’m overwhelmed with emotions right now & I dnt wanna go back 2 reality just yet.The past 3 days was just bout this story #MemoirsOfAGeisha
— Ameera – 미라 (@Planetmeeera) December 26, 2014
Living in London has been one of the best things ever. I hope I get to keep visiting until I die. Never forget Piccadilly circus at night, stopping by Japan Centre and walking by leicester square on your way to Assa and Cuppacha with KPA friends. Language Cafe with MOIM at that cafe on Oxford Circus. Museums and long walks with Gaya during the summers. Awesome Uni friends and all the adventures plus Day trips. Crispin Family❤ And so on. Make a list and Try and recreate this moments for as long as you can.
I cannot lie and say the thought of living in Japan or Korea hasn’t crossed my mind, in fact I recently mentioned how I wanted my family to move there. But the likelihood of that happening is less than me becoming Asian! You might say well why don’t you move there on your own, but like I mentioned earlier, I come from a country where as a girl my choices are restricted.
Is it weird that I wish my family will move to Japan and Korea?!
— Ameera – 미라 (@Planetmeeera) December 21, 2014
I shall one day get married and it is expected that wherever my husband lives is where I shall live. Because of this, I have fantasised about meeting a man who is like me. A free-spirit, a wanderlust or whatever who is fascinated with cultures like me and who wishes to travel this earth and absorb it all in and who maybe would want to live in Asia say Japan or Korea. But you see where my predicament lies. A man like that may be hard to come by unless if I dedicate time to find him which is a huge ‘Maybe’ that my youth cannot afford.
But I shall hold out hope. I hope in the future whilst I’m reading this, I shall find such thought amusing because I ended up finding just the man 🙂
This post was supposed to be a book review of Memoirs of a Geisha but I was in such high spirit and when I started typing it turned into a time capsule. Writing this made me realise how easy it is to forget things. They might seem mundane now but I am sure I will cherish them in the future. I think this time capsule thing is a brilliant idea. Besides Journals are too wordy (one of the downside of being a writer) so I shall make this habit of documenting a time capsule whenever I can!
P.S: Is it possible to fall in love with words? Because I think I do!