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? 

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 

Surprises

/ Lego camera series, summer trip with J – July 2016 /

Aarhus, Denmark 

Naeroyfjord, Norway

Oslo, Norway

Prague, Czech Republic

coffee, a burger, a cutie in hand – parfait 

Stockholm, Sweden

some raw, unfiltered (literally) moments I got to document throughout the trip. 

bonus! a little somewhat poem:

Found a Burger King receipt from Denmark

In a second-hand book from Bath

While heading to town on the public transport of Singapore

Listening to songs I heard on loop whilst travelling around United Kingdom 

Wearing a top bought in a store along the streets of Sweden

Exiting the train now, oh look,

There's the wallet I bought from Norway

Left parts of me everywhere – 

Now they are all coming back to me

Look around, surprises

Are awaiting

(you)

Little chilli flake

Oh you my little chilli flake...

No sleep no water and you just might break

Unbearably hot you are

Leave guys salivating at your wake

An allure I could never resist

You're a fiery little creature

At times you might spit fire

But a taste I have learnt to acquire

Seemingly small and harmless you may seem

What's hidden is all within

Your heart so big like the flavour you create

Your words so warm like the sensation on my tongue..

You burn away my sorrows just by being around

Such an amazing condiment I could never live without

Oh you my little chilli flake

(lava u) 

*Written by Jonah, my boyfriend. 

Inspired after he called me 'my little chilli flake', so I somewhat challenged him to write a poem. (I had to!)

 He has his indelible, unique way of stringing words together, and they say, don't fall for words but I do, I fall for his every time. 

love this picture of him. blue is the warmest colour.