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A Journey Into the Past

Friday, April 02, 2010

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Monday, March 01, 2010

I told myself so many times that long distance doesn't work for me [and it doesn't], yet here I am, in a pseudo long distance situation, dating a guy who's in Toronto, while I'm here, slaving away at my thesis, thousands of miles keeping us apart. I don't know how long I'll be able to go for before giving up on it, but it's good to know that someone's thinking of me. It's selfish, I'm selfish, but I can't help it.

In the meantime, today was sunny and warm, and all I wanted to do was to go out and enjoy the wonderful weather. It all reminded me of the lyrics of Imogen Heap's "Headlock":

Distant flickering, greener scenery.
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great adventures, faces and condensation.
I'm going outside to take it all in.

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Back to life

Sunday, September 20, 2009

I had an incredible summer of travels, going to the US, Turkey, Bosnia, Germany, Kosova, and now finally, Canada.

I'm going to be posting more often here, now that I have regular internet access. Suffice it to say, I have new updates ;0


An unsent letter to a friend

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Dear M,

I came from a therapy session of sorts with N'a in the kitchen, baking biscotti, hoping that this sense of defeat will disappear or at least hurt me less than it has today. I did not count on failing this test, reason why perhaps I reacted in such a dramatic manner. I am sorry for making you feel bad earlier today, as I didn't mean to do that. You have enough stress as it is, so you don't need me adding more to it - I was mostly just disappointed in myself for not managing to get through this hurdle in order to keep going. I was so convinced that I was going to at least pass that the fact that I didn't crushed all my hopes...

Failing the test is not a big matter on the greater scale of things, as you wrote. But it was the only true indicator of how much I had learned in this institution, and I feel like failing it just shows that I haven't necessarily learned as much as I had hoped I had. It doesn't make me want to give up in any way, as I will be even more determined now to succeed than I was before, but it saddens me that I have to redo something that I could have passed. I used to be so self-confident and so sure of success before I got to this Uni. It all seems to have trickled away now, but my hope is still there, and so is my ambition to do well. I know I will wake up tomorrow stronger than before and will try harder than I have ever done.

I am grateful for the outcome in many ways - it is a good push in the right direction, however difficult and harsh it may be. I am also grateful that I have the fortune of knowing you and counting you among the friends who understand me better than I sometimes understand myself...

Kosova's New Anthem

Sunday, March 29, 2009

If there was one singer I'd love to have coffee with, it would be Eliza Hoxha. Her most recent project, the song "Himni Im," is a testament to what good lyrics do despite shoddy music. For those of you non-Albanian speakers wondering what the song is about, I translated it below. Kosova doesn't have an anthem yet, perhaps reason why this song is so fitting and I enjoy it so much more (it's titled "My Hymn").

Eliza Hoxha - Himni Im (My Hymn)

Brenga, qe shpirtin ma shterngoj, / Worry, which tightened my soul,
sa zemra i lendoj, / it hurt so many souls,
sa njerez i vetmoj, / it left so many people lonely,
ishte endrra qe sot jetoj, / it was the dream that I live today
nje emocion qe s'dua kurre te me leshoj. / A feeling that I don't want to lose.

Prandaj, / So
larg shikimin ti drejto, / Direct your outlook forward
prapa mos shiko, / don't look back
ne ardhmeri beso. / believe in the future.

Te kaluaren mos e harro, / Don't forget the past
gjithmone kujto, / always remember
kush ishe dhe nga do shkosh. / who you were and where you'll go.

Nje enderr kisha dikur, / I once had a dream
endrren sonte e jetoj, / I now live that dream
shtetin tim e jetesoj, / I rejoice in my state
ne vete besoj. (2X) / I believe in myself.

Shqiponje, shkrihem ne kaltersi. / An eagle, melting in blue

Fluturoj e lire dhe nuk kam frike / I fly free, and I am not afraid
perpara cfare me pret, / of what is ahead of me.
Jo, me vuajtjen s'dua ta njoh, / No, I do not wish to feel suffering anymore,
Por kurre s'do ti harroj / but I will never forget
ata qe s'jane sot me ne kete dite ta gezojne. / those who are not here to celebrate this day with us.
Jetoj ne jeten time... / I live my life...

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