Monday, January 4, 2016

let's go let go

okay, 2016. let's do this!

Sunday, October 25, 2015

our times, best times

after two months of hearing about 我的少女時代 and subsequently obsessively devouring everything relating to it, it finally came to our shores and i caught it in theatres a couple of nights ago (with many other girls and their unsuspecting boyfriends in tow, including mine. good job boys.)

i walked out with a puffy heart, even puffier eyes, and feelings aplenty.

in the grand scheme of things, this isn't truly a sad story, and the goings-on are actually fairly vanilla at best, juvenile at worst. but it struck such a major chord with me and by the end (let's be honest, by the first ten minutes i was already fully drawn in) i was so immersed in the story that every little ebb and flow of the story made my heart soar and sink to an untethered degree.

even when it wasn't meant to be sad. i was crying to the point that j commented at the end of the movie "i kept seeing you cry at different parts of the movie... that weren't sad? why? what? happened? i? don't? get? it? are? you? okay?" i'm paraphrasing. but you get the drift.

i can't quite explain why it made me so emotional (more so than usual at least, which is already untenably so). maybe it was its portrayal of the nuances of teenage relationships, the painfully relatable 林真心, the even more painfully unrealistic(ally wondrous) 徐太宇. or the way the movie easily transported everyone back to their own days of yore, whether it meant you were 17 in the 70s or 90s or 00s, the sentiments mirrored perfectly.

lovely, lovely movie. a hundred thumbs up!

"很久很久以後 我們才知道:


Friday, October 23, 2015

tears for fears

If I should last to see the night
When all my thoughts are old -
I hope the string that holds them tight
Is safe, secure, and bold.  
 I do not want those secret seams
To fray; to free; to breach -
I do not want my dearest dreams
To lie beyond my reach.  
 I do not want the twilight knife
To cut and blind and blur -
I do not want to grasp at life,
And all the things that were. 
For I could ride the end astride,
And face the finish, free -
As long as I'm the same inside.
As long as I'm still me. 

- Poem_for_your_sprog

Saturday, August 29, 2015

sitting waiting wishing

caught inside out last night and while i genuinely adored it, it left me with a sense of melancholy and a greater deal of introspection, which isn't always a good thing when you're emosh and mopey. both of which i've been known to excel at. 

what are your islands? what's lurking in your subconscious? what's your chief emotion? (mine should be pretty obvious.)

i'd like a one way ticket to imagination island, please. 

Monday, August 24, 2015


this is the kind of thing that makes me inordinately happy.

i would love to live a life with cinnamoroll (also, i just found out that it's a puppy, not a bunny as i originally thought so you know, TIL) ears, perpetually perfect eyebrows, a pet my melody and of course, star shaped cotton candy that never melts grossly onto my fingers.

weird hoof-like feet not essential.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

nod your head

"things don't have to be exceptional for them to be good."
- hank green

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

for shame

*blows dust off this place*

hello, my teenage diary! HOW ARE YOU I'M FINE THANK YOU AND YOU???

oh my goodness it has been so long since i've written anything substantial here i am really an embarrassment to my 15 year old self. hey old me, young me is very disappointed in you. very, very disappointed.

i feel like so much has happened in the past year and yet, nothing at all. ah life. ain't you funny.

this is a space filler of a post until i find the gumption in me to upload all the photos i've taken in the non-events and yes-events of my life and then write about it for posterity. old me needs to note stuff down for older me. come on, me. COME ON.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

the answer is



Thursday, June 18, 2015

to hell with you

today, i feel miniscule. and i both want to eternally forget it and always remember it. thanks for the sock in the gut. really, thanks.

Monday, April 27, 2015

it's a t r a p