Archive for March, 2010

March 26, 2010

Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie

I used to be one of those kids who found it really easy to play alone. Not that I didn’t have any friends, but I was simply just as content playing with all sorts of little figurines and creating my own plots as I was sharing the experience. And I liked talking to people. Not just kids my age, all sorts of people. I was the kind of kid that hung a lot around grown ups, which in turn had me filled with the confidence to act like a grown up and talk about grown up stuff like… the weather. Ha.

In kindergarten I had a best friend named Nathalie (who nowadays is really pretty but speaks really strangely and has lots of fake hair) whom I played with all the time. She was sweet, I think she was a year younger than me. Blonde and cute. Supposedly we were BFFs but I haven’t spoken to her in an overly friendly tone for about 8 years now…

But it all went  by so damn quickly. I grew up so fast. I learned to read roughly when I was four, write some time after that (not very pretty, but still), do simple math when I was five, which was around the same time I started questioning God and love…

Primary school was chill. I had a friend named Adam and we used to watch Back to the Future and flip coins off our thumbs. School wasn’t too hard either, except for the fact that I moved to another one in another city in 2nd grade. There I made friends with Nana who liked climbing trees and walking around in tops ending just above her belly. One day she stepped on my hand on the way down from the tree and I fell and got a minor concussion. I didn’t like her so much after that…

But the simplicity of things. Isn’t it just marvelous? It’s just about having that one really good friend who listens and understands. About getting that longed for hug from your mum because you did good, or just because you are. About getting to go out on the playground, or just in the park even, and make your own reality.

Pick up a leaf and suddenly it’s a boat with dozens of little people on it sailing away across the waters to a new land on the other side and they shall call it Kingdom of Leaves. Then they make like a tree and leave.

And there. BAM! You’re happy.

All of these thoughts just resurfaced when I was out with a friend and her little protegé – the sweetest, most talkative and considerate longhaired little 2-year-old boy I’ve ever met. And I didn’t even really like kids before, but that’s another story…

Next time I hit a playground I’m going to relive my childhood on a swing

March 25, 2010

Cities.

It’s not diplomatic at all. It’s inconsiderate at times. And some even say it’s rude.

It’s favorism.

We all have favorites. Favorite languages, favorite words, favorite flavors of ice cream…. It might not be fair to all those other words, flavors and languages, but then life isn’t that fair, is it? Anyway, since I’m quite a nostalgic person, I figured I’d create a category called “favorites” as an homage to all those places, people, things, songs etc that make my mind rewind.

So here is a very subjective list of the coolest cities in the world.

1. Hong Kong

2. Paris

3. New York

4. Barcelona

And last, but certainly not least (numbers probably refer more to most impressive than more loved) we have a place mainly there for being the place I was “raised” in to a new culture (Marc understands) and thus my first home in a new country.

5. Beijing

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!

March 25, 2010

She’s only happy in the sun.

Yup. That’s me. Yesterday I woke up and it was cloudy, so I was grumpy. Bad weather makes me think of  bad things. Bad actions, bad memories, bad choices, bad aspects of my current situation. At times like these it’s hard to listen to Edith Piaf, as I’ve promised myself I’d try my hardest to. Luckily, I was saved by my corall-colored book of Laws. Meet Coraline.

Yes, she is a calendar (and yes, those are teddies). As mentioned before, I’ve started making little notes and plans all over the place. I’d like to lead a little more organized life. Ambitious, I know. But yesterday I had a playdate with Elvira and her loving mama, which resulted in tea-ODing, lots of daydreaming out loud, bladder issues, some rays of sun, visit at the library and borrowing books in four different languages. I’m quite proud of myself and what I managed to do with a seemingly shit day. Now there is no telling what I can do with a seemingly good one …

March 24, 2010

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I just don’t feel like it.

March 23, 2010

Horror.

I’m watching Valentine’s Day. That should be explanation enough for the horror. In my defence, I’m not really watching it, I’ve just got it on in the background whilst I do other more constructive stuff. Like writing emails  fugu fish and big hole-meeting. Yes, I am a sensible person. And my emails are epic. You wish you got one.

Anyway, I totally recommend Valentine’s Day. If you like trying-hard-not-to-be-cliché-but-caving-eventually-anyway, star-packed, good actors doing half-hearted cameos, hold-your-gag-reflex movies that is… One decent thing I got out of it was the knowledge that Leighton Meester isn’t too bad as a recording artist. And this movie is way too long for its very, very, very poor content.

March 23, 2010

Bubble me crazy.

There are three stages of bubble insanity.

Stage 1: The innocent pup observes carefully

Stage 2: The flying pig attacks fearlessly

Stage 3: The crazy beast goes bonkers from all that soap-snorting

Insanity is exhausting. Even crazy minds must rest.
Hasta luego.

March 22, 2010

When life runs smoothie…

Been very productive today. Now kicking back with some bubbles, a homemade strawberry/raspberry smoothie and soon also some Heath Ledger and Christian Bale.

Also starring: anonymous (not imaginary) friend

The Razz is totally unrelated (and so is the Finsbury if you’ve got a good eye). Just adding some aesthetic value, ha.

March 22, 2010

I don’t miss you.

I miss everything about you that made me everything I was.
Smiling. Frowning. Laughing. Crying. Excited. Depleted. Happy. Sad.
I was feeling.
I miss the way you make me feel.

Based on a true story called “The Mosquitoes of my Life”.
Fabrication date yet to be… well, considered.
Good night and good luck.

March 22, 2010

Very dark

and very low-res (my camera battery is charging as I type), but here is some vague proof that I actually managed to put all the shit that was lying on my bed and around away before midnight. TEE HEE.

Oh and in case anyone forgot, wo ai zhong guo, here also in low-res.


March 21, 2010

By the way

Sibel, I ate my free-pass chocolate bar last night (or this morning). I needed something to calm down my nerves from that horrible dream.

While I was up I found my pretty corall colored calendar and started to look through it. Since I’ve been lazy at using it, I decided to fill in the gaps of the past, as well as some of the future. Now I’m a planner. At least on paper. And the calendar’s words shall be obeyed like the law. Woo.

However, I woke up today to realize that my nails have little colored dots on them and that I can’t find my camera’s charger. I’d like to wake up one day and have everything be just perfect. Like this girl. What I wouldn’t do to have her wardrobe. Or her job. Or her complexion. Sob. Maybe if I put it in my calendar…

“MONDAY: WAKE UP FEELING LIKE A MILLION BUCKS.”

Off to make a good day for myself now, including trying to drag mami out for some minor shopping and having tea with a seemingly cool Chinese exchange student. Ah, China… Well, unless my charger magically appears from somewhere, I won’t be able to take any pictures. Another sob.

再见!

If I had any of these dresses Monday’s mission would be a piece of cake…