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thegodmolecule:


here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
 

This is so sweet.

carladoll6:

thegodmolecule:

here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

This is so sweet.

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The Jacarta Secret would become a better book if the storyline didn’t exactly copy The Da Vinci Code, really. I also thought that the author’s personal opinions could have been delivered more subtly… It certainly reaches to a wider audience though, especially those who are not used to literature (this book isn’t exactly literature per se, but it indeed is quite heavy on the history part!). But for people who read a lot like me, we could pick on things… :/ Oh! And I don’t appreciate the typos. “Aux” en Provence? -.- come on. Still an interesting book though. Quite an easy read for me personally, finished 420 pages in a few days. 5/10 stars. – Read on Path.

Created by Jacques Guerlain in 1920, the Shalimar fragrance was inspired by the Mughal Emperor Shâh Jahân’s love for Indian princess Mumtaz Mahal. Now the story behind the evocative scent is the subject of a short film called “The Legend of Shalimar” directed by Bruno Aveillan, starring model Natalia Vodianova as the princess. Very Game of Thrones, no? [x]

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Back to uni!

So I’m going to uni this September, and I got accepted into Sciences Po Lyon, yay!

And here are my few choices of uni supplies that I’m gonna buy before entering uni! :)

MICHAEL Michael Kors 11”/15” Jet Set Travel Tote for Macbook Pro

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This bag is super elegant, and it actually has a laptop compartment for the Macbook - you don’t find a lot of elegant laptop bags! It’s expensive, but I know I’ll be using it for a long time, even until I get a job! In addition to a laptop compartment, it also has an iPad compartment. Although, I don’t own an iPad. What is currently conflicting me though, is whether I should get the one compatible for an 11” Macbook Air (which will suit my petite 5’2” body better), or a 15” Macbook Pro.

Thing is, my laptop is a 13” Macbook Pro. Yes, yes, no brainer, get the 15” so it could fit, but no. I was actually thinking of buying the cheap Samsung Chromebook, which is about 11”, and it’s going to be way lighter than my Macbook so I could carry it to campus daily. Additionally, my Macbook is starting to lag. It still works well, but it would be nice to have an extra computer just for university. I will definitely have to carry it a lot!

Back to the bag, it comes in five different colours for the 15”, and three for the 11”. However, I’m definitely getting the black, although the raspberry colour of the 15” is so nice!

So this bag has compartments for the phone as well, as seen on the photo, as well as a zip up pockets where you could put your change/pens/make up (lip balm/eyeliner) in. The bag also has a leash for your keys, which will really come in handy since I will be having my own place! It’s also pretty spacey, I’m sure I could fit a few textbooks in there and maybe even a small water bottle - always hydrate yourself!

Lastly, this bag will be ideal for even just hanging out. And as an International Relations student, I might will have to attend a few Model UN conferences and seminars, and this will be perfect for carrying my essentials.

Filofax Pennybridge Personal Organiser (Compact)

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I think this organiser is the epitome of perfection. I want it in raspberry. You have an agenda and a wallet for your cards and cash - perfect for uni! You can also put your phone and (if you’re an international student) your passport in it. Let’s say you wanted to go to the eatery, and you want to leave your bag somewhere. This little thing will help you pack all your essentials and your valuables!

This way I think, you will also actually end up managing your agenda as well as accomplishing your task, since you will have to open it to reach for your stuff. I know some people have the habit of writing their tasks down, but they don’t look at what they’ve written. I think having this will hinder that :) You will also have a pen with you at all times this way!

As a procrastinator, I tend to hurry in the morning. With this, you can grab it and you’ve got your every needs with you! Let’s say you forgot a notebook, you can write it in the notes section in your agenda and so on.

Jika dunia yang luas telah disempitkan, kau harus bangun alam semesta ini di dalam dadamu sendiri.

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Happy 111th birthday, Grandpa.
Love,
your only granddaughter

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