Ísland

It was only going to be a matter of time before I wrote a post on Iceland. My love, my light, my life, that most wondrous, beauteous of lands. It all began when I was 9 or 10, when my class was doing those pick-a-country-projects, and I got Iceland. An all-consuming, fiery obsession was the result.

I often get the "why, Iceland?" from people, sometimes with a certain tone of disgust or more often, confusion. I guess it's understandable in that a country of around only 250 000 people doesn't appear to offer much. But the richness of its history, culture and day to day life astounds me. It's a land of glaciers, geysirs, volcanoes, desolate landscapes, whales and puffins, cute sheep, amazing food, Sigur Ros (one of my favourite bands), hydrogen-powered cars, no pollution, a stunning gene pool, avant-garde deconstructed fashion, ...I could go on for ages.

More recently, it's been prominent on the global stage because of it's economic meltdown. That's a different post. Suffice to say, I wasn't upset about the relatively cheaper prices when I went there, but I hope my injection into the economy of US dollars (actually, Hong Kong dollars masquerading as USD) did something to help.

I finally made my way to Iceland last year (strange to think it's 2009 now, huh) with my boyfriend. It was everything I had imagined it to be and more. I can try my best to convey to you with photos how it felt, I could write poems and stories but I would be doing Iceland an injustice. As is, I'll leave one of the best polaroids I took with my lovely SX-70 in Iceland at the Haukadalur geysir fields.

Happy New Year!

I clarify this for myself. I've waited a long time to start a private blog. I went to Xanga to express myself with two blogs, one public and one private. But that was once upon a time. DeviantArt helped me develop as an artist.

I started this blog in secret. No one I'm acquainted with knows (as of now), and that's how I'd like to keep it. I'm not particularly comfortable with letting people read my personal thoughts, even my friends. The real me, the person I am when alone is something I treasure. If you like what you see, do let me know. You'll be a bright spark in the gloom out there.

I won't pretend my thoughts are particularly special, that 'people don't understand me' - because I'm sure some do. I'm just not sure if they understand my writings in the way I mean for them to be understood - and if i'm still writing for myself, not for "they".
Which brings me here.


















so welcome, stranger