Eden Nyssa Cagas is a twenty-something fashionphile, aspiring writer, budding stylist, frustrated photographer, self-taught seamstress and just about ANYTHING BUT what the reality dictates she truly is, a nurse.

To escape a caged life filled with crushed dreams, false hopes and unending heartbreaks, she creates this blog.

So this is her photo diary of the things she likes, loves and maybe, hates. Join her or not, you decide.
i like how the guy on the right is so shocked he becomes a teapot

i like how the guy on the right is so shocked he becomes a teapot

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NORWEGIAN WOOD BY HARUKI MURAKAMI “For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn’t begin at all.”  This book. What can I say? This book has caused me more pain than I could ever imagine possible in my life. It’s hard to believe how books can have that power over you. It is a futile battle, really, a lost case to fight against the tirade of emotions gripping me, as I devoured its words in all its depressive glory. I can’t even find it in myself to finish off the remaining 100 pages in one sitting, because I felt I just have had about too much sadness to last me a lifetime.  Uh-oh. No, no, no. Not going to exhaust my remaining sanity over it. So I slept fitfully into the night, thinking, “Whatever happened to Toru? Naoko? Midori?” And so, bless my innate curiosity, I finally caved in in the morning after. But it was not without a fight. I struggled in my mind whether I should just go ahead and read it or not. I treasure my sane self, after all. But, I thought, if it gets to the point where it’s too much already, I can always stop. So I flipped the pages one by one.  In a matter of two hours, I was done. I couldn’t say how the story unfolded surprised me because, to be honest and I say this shamefully,  before I turned in last night, I Googled the synopsis. However, as you all know, reading a shortened and summarized version has an air of coldness to it. It’s nowhere near to reading the  narration of emotions in vivid detail and the situations leading to the end. I can’t say I was relieved or that my sadness ebbed a tad bit, because given the themes of the book, it was still too depressing for me. Not just my cup of tea. However, I commend the author because it was so beautifully written (and translated, in my case) that even out of the ordinariness of the protagonist’s life, he made something so poignant and… sweet. P.S. I’ll probably read again, but Haruki’s books need some warming up to. 

NORWEGIAN WOOD BY HARUKI MURAKAMI

“For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn’t begin at all.” 

This book. What can I say? This book has caused me more pain than I could ever imagine possible in my life. It’s hard to believe how books can have that power over you. It is a futile battle, really, a lost case to fight against the tirade of emotions gripping me, as I devoured its words in all its depressive glory. I can’t even find it in myself to finish off the remaining 100 pages in one sitting, because I felt I just have had about too much sadness to last me a lifetime. 

Uh-oh. No, no, no. Not going to exhaust my remaining sanity over it. So I slept fitfully into the night, thinking, “Whatever happened to Toru? Naoko? Midori?”

And so, bless my innate curiosity, I finally caved in in the morning after. But it was not without a fight. I struggled in my mind whether I should just go ahead and read it or not. I treasure my sane self, after all. But, I thought, if it gets to the point where it’s too much already, I can always stop. So I flipped the pages one by one. 

In a matter of two hours, I was done. I couldn’t say how the story unfolded surprised me because, to be honest and I say this shamefully,  before I turned in last night, I Googled the synopsis. However, as you all know, reading a shortened and summarized version has an air of coldness to it. It’s nowhere near to reading the  narration of emotions in vivid detail and the situations leading to the end.

I can’t say I was relieved or that my sadness ebbed a tad bit, because given the themes of the book, it was still too depressing for me. Not just my cup of tea.

However, I commend the author because it was so beautifully written (and translated, in my case) that even out of the ordinariness of the protagonist’s life, he made something so poignant and… sweet.

P.S.

I’ll probably read again, but Haruki’s books need some warming up to. 

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classicmodels: Model: Laís Oliveira Photographer: Eduardo Rezende Styling: Rogério S.

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Model: Laís Oliveira

Photographer: Eduardo Rezende

Styling: Rogério S.

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