Showing posts with label wandering heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wandering heart. Show all posts

Friday, June 25, 2010

#21a.



montreal in a little over a week. my Heart pounds in anticipation. new adventures, new city, new language, and new eats.

i've realized that my past entries are all so emo and depressing. ironically, i am the complete opposite in real life. i don't want this to be a pensieve full of post-adolescence angst and identity issues. because i don't want to read this in a few years and bang my head against the wall, berating my future self as to why the heck present me is so stereotypically TEEN (even when i'm rapidly approaching the big two-zero).

nothing beats listening to the beatles on a sunny day. i just want to lay down a blanket and sleep outside. too bad there are gigantic bloodsuckers lurking around, waiting anxiously for a taste of me. no, i'm not referring to edward freaking cullen although if mosquitoes took on a sparkly form, i suppose i'd tolerate them more.

i want to start collecting vinyl; i feel that it would be a worthwhile investment because if i ever become homeless, i can sell my collection to futuristic hipsters and make some fast cash.

recently, i've been reading a lot of children's literature. percy jackson and the olympians is such a harry potter wannabe but i am eating that stuff up as if it were white chocolate toblerone. demigods. monsters. 12-year-olds fighting to save the world. half-goat people. AWESOME.

i've succumbed to my materialism, but these pieces are so darling that i didn't even realize my grubby little fingers clicking the checkout button before, well, i checked-out.



alice in wonderland ring & an owl ring.



i also purchased a pink rose ring. all are from cuteability on etsy.

ps, that sigh was a sigh of contentment.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

#19b.







shanghai is a concrete jungle; i feel as though i have too many words.





in face of all that's good and new, the old has a certain sense of romanticism that can only be appreciated by those with hardened sensibility.




beauty in the ugly: the hanging city is comprised of the unwanted, the neglected, and the 'useless'.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

#18.



leaving for the motherland tomorrow. excitement awaits in the form of good food, explorations, and phototaking. must remember to buy 120mm film for diana whenever i get the chance! this vacation is going to be different; usually a trip to china consists of nonstop eating and senseless spending. this year, i will observe and preserve the beauty of the motherland in my own way. i will explore more, see more, and stop being so shallow.

(an attempt to rid me of my materialism, a rather fearsome task.)

must wash hair tonight! the thing i hate most in the entire world is sitting on a 13 hour plane ride and dreaming of an inaccessible hot shower. i dislike plane rides in general, there is just something about that smell that makes my stummy flip and flop in the most unfortunate ways.