5.25.2020

Young

Once in a while, my dandelion tattoo pops up, serving as a timely reminder of why I got it –
to remind myself of how fleeting youth is.

What makes someone young
Perhaps its having no need to belong 

Could it be curious eyes 
With no intention for lies 

Or maybe it's contagious laughter
So highly sought after 

A light that never goes out 
While love is learning to sprout 

Brave, reckless movements
On unknown pavements

What does it mean to be young?
A question left on my tongue 


*Inspired by numerous songs & books about being "young" that got me thinking. Also, just yesterday it was my first time watching a film outdoors (namely while you're young) and it was a splendid experience. Special thanks goes to "in the aeroplane over the sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel.
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Wow, I wrote that when I was 21. Chanced upon this when I was cleaning up space in my Macbook. 
Where has all that time gone......


1.10.2020

Lover


Oh lover,
I think of you in blue skies
On my lap your head lies
I think of you in songs
You can do (almost) no wrong
Every moment created
Is our love celebrated
Our memories will keep us going
Till we meet again 


*Sometimes I think about what love really is. Try to put a finger (pinky) to it. Sometimes I get some clues and get closer to solving the puzzle, but mostly I struggle.

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Can't believe I haven't written anything new in two years. Man, is this what adulting does to you? 

2.17.2018

2018


cycling on the Golden Gate bridge with the sunset as our backdrop. gambling, and winning, duh. letting loose, seeing visions. canyons, fuck. knee-deep snow. warm showers. skiing. carrying ice-cream while being out and about with no fear of it melting—basically, freezer weather. getting groceries in a snowstorm. dragging our luggages in thick snow. watching people. walking on frozen lakes. watching J fall on his ass, strangers looking concerned, then laughing all together.

paying a dollar for "pay as you wish" admissions (i.e. the MET :-)) because #webroke. visiting SO many museums in the East Coast till we felt sick. secret-ish stand up comedy shows. being late risers without the guilt. questioning one's existence when queues are awfully wrong. getting free food after complaining food isn't up to standard #cheapthrills #forealtho

finding cheap and good steak in the supermarket. grocery shopping dates. cooking. cleaning isn't that bad, actually. watching J drive on the freeway like a badass. singing our hearts out to old school songs in the car. kombucha—'nuff said. ice-skating in the open/cold with a badass view and a legit DJ, god damn. experiencing broadway, as well as my first ever immersive play experience #sleepnomore. also, my first ever experience in an adult cinema, cinema l'Amour. dino fossils, fuck.  #cheapthrills when there's no need to tip #webroke. finding comfort in the littlest things, really. glad to be travelling with a limited amount of money. the irony that more money limits the fun. exploring solely on foot.

dancing to Hozier. making so much noise that our neighbours left us a note to keep it down past 11pm (live a little, man!). long bus rides staring out into scenery unlike my Home's. reading. books, oh, secondhand bookstores. trying to pet little birds.

I think the list is non-exhaustive. I would like to relive some of these feelings again – some might be possible only in certain spaces, environments; but, at the risk of sounding narcissistic, most would not even have happened without me (you go girl!), and the people I actively choose to surround myself with (thank you, wonderful human beings). 
Time for the next adventure.


well,
may you never lose your sense of wonder