I'm Laala and I'm 23 years old. This is mainly a book blog: reviews, photographs, quotes. I also post anything that tickles my fancy.
Reach me at distantheartbeats@gmail.com.
I'm the founder and editor in chief of an online literary magazine, Write Me a Metaphor. I'm also a poet, and you can buy my book on Amazon.
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~ Thursday, May 23 ~
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Conversations with my boss.

  • Me: I put five albums on there for you. They're zipped though, so make sure you unzip them.
  • Him: How do I unzip it?
  • Me: Double click, probably. Depends on the computer.
  • Boss 2: Ooh, unzip, eh? You realise what he was getting at?
  • Me: Yes, I'm perfectly aware. You're talking to the queen of innuendos. I chose to let it slide, he's always too easy to rib.
  • Boss: Unzipping's hard. They're all different. *pauses to see I'm still not taking the bait* And don't get me started on bras, it's a bloody hassle! I'll be there all day fighting the hooks.
  • Me: That's attractive. Although I do agree, I think all bras should clasp from the front. It'd be easier for all involved.
  • Him: Let's start a petition!
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~ Wednesday, May 22 ~
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Song of the Day:
Fireproof by The National

You keep a lot of secrets
and I keep none
wish I could go back
and keep some

You’re fireproof
nothing breaks your heart
you’re fireproof
it’s just the way you are

I still need to give this album a few more listens to come to a decision (I’ve listened to it about three or four times through so far) but I really love this song.

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~ Tuesday, May 21 ~
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If only he didn’t have these memories in his heart, life would be bearable.
— Irène Némirovsky, Snow in Autumn
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~ Monday, May 20 ~
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Happiness was what he wanted — a slowly rising scale of gratifications of the normal appetites — and he had a strong conviction that the materials, if not the inspiration of happiness, could be bought with money.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers
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~ Friday, May 10 ~
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~ Thursday, May 9 ~
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It’s a really good month for new albums by old favourites. I can’t wait.

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~ Wednesday, May 8 ~
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The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.
— George Bernard Shaw
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~ Tuesday, May 7 ~
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Song of the Day:
Vienna by Billy Joel

Slow down, you’re doing fine
you can’t be everything you want to be before your time
although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight 

Too bad, but it’s the life you lead
you’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
though you can see when you’re wrong
you know you can’t always see when you’re right

You got your passion, you got your pride
but don’t you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true 
when will you realise Vienna waits for you?

Slow down, you crazy child
take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
it’s alright, you can afford to lose a day or two 
when will you realise Vienna waits for you?

I always forget how much I love this song, and then I listen to it again and close my eyes and remember why I love music.

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~ Monday, May 6 ~
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Apologies for the disappearing act, I was in the Netherlands with a good friend, and I laughed more and harder than I have laughed in a long time.

We accidentally found ourselves there on Queen’s Day, promptly got some fab orange t-shirts and headed to the madness, watched the coronation in front of the Royal Palace in Dam Square without knowing that we were in front of it, tried and failed to run away from men who tried to kiss me, ate delicious meals on canals, had fresh strawberries with cream in the sun, and walked a lot and laughed some more.

Good friends are a treasure.

I’m now back in Bahrain, and back at work. I am not looking forward to the lack of sleep that will inevitably result in, but I am so happy to have had a couple of weeks away catching up with friends. It is the very best medicine I know of.

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