(Some sort of) reflections

Credit: Dressup

If you click on the picture credit above, you'll find a lot of beautifully made clothes in navy, red, grey and black. Basically everything I want to own right now. 

I haven't been shopping much because 1. I don't see anything that catches my fancy and 2. even if I do like something, I don't feel compelled to buy it or I'll just find fault with it (lousy quality, looks similar to what I already have etc). I'm guessing being with Jotham has some sort of influence on my shopping habits. That boy knows what works for him (chinos) and what doesn't (jeans, btw he doesn't own a single pair i find it amazing he actually has clothes to wear) and is possibly the most picky shopper ever. He doesn't do impulse buys like me (in the past at least) and he thinks through every purchase like it's the last thing he's ever going to buy. That said, the price point for guys' clothes vs girls' clothes is vastly different, it would be irresponsible to not carefully consider every purchase. *EDIT: I just found this article and it totally summarises what my previous sentence.

Every since I started work and getting a monthly salary, I got more excited to save my money instead of spending it. It's so weird, I know. I can't wait to transfer the bulk of my money into my non-touchable savings account instead of leaving them in my active account. I'm doing quite good so far, am very proud of my newly found frugal lifestyle. 

Since this blog is to record the happenings in my life and all sort of nonsense "milestones" (don't even know if you can consider whatever I've written so far milestones haha but whatever), I would like to add that I've also started to read alot again. For a period of time, I didn't read anything. Not that I dislike reading, I just didn't want to. Just didn't have the feel to read. Neither did I have the time nor energy. Now, this explainable urge to devour every book sitting on my bookshelf (they've been sitting there for a long long time) is back in full-force. 

Cemeteries in Bohemia are like gardens. The graves are covered with grass and colourful flowers. Modest tombstones are lost in the greenery. When the sun goes down, the cemetery sparkles with tiny candles. It looks as though the dead are dancing at a children's ball. Yes, a children's ball, because the dead are as innocent as children. No matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery. Even in wartime, in Hilter's time, in Stalin's time, through all occupations. When she felt low, she would get into the car, leave Prague far behind, and walk through one or another of the country cemeteries she loved so well. Against a backdrop of blue hills, they were as beautiful as a lullaby.

For Franz a cemetery was an ugly dump of stones and bones.

The unbearable lightness of being by Milan Kundera