STOKED

I 
CAN'T
WAIT 
FOR 
THIS 
SOUNDTRACK 
AND 
THIS 
FILM.

The Girl Who Chased the Moon.

“He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.” 

― Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon

I and Love and You

27 more days, Darling.

I.TRULY.CANT.WAIT.

Native.

That flute.

"Can't tell if I've got rivers or veins

                                                                                                      Running 
    under 
       my 
           skin

Flowing out over the plains"

Free and Unfettered.

Nothing in this world interests me more than people and their culture.

One year I will live in India and attend a Holi Festival.

This video captures the essence almost to perfectly.

The day that day comes, I will be in complete spiritual bliss.

Absolutely Stunning.

Yahweh

Jesus, Jesus, could you tell me what the problem is

With the world and all the people in it?Because I’ve been hearing stories about the end of the worldBut I’m in love with a girl and I don’t wanna leave herAnd the television screams such hideous thingsThey’re talking about the war on the radioThey say the whole thing’s gonna blowAnd we will all be left aloneNo we’ll be dead and we won’t know what hit usJesus, Jesus, if you’re up there won’t you hear me‘Cause I’ve been wondering if you’re listening for quite a while

And Jesus, Jesus, it’s such a pretty place we live in and I know we fucked it up, please be kind.

Don’t let us go out like the dinosaurs
Or blown to bits in a third world war
There are a hundred different things I’d still like to do
I’d like to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower
Look up from the ground at a meteor shower
And maybe even raise a family

Jesus, Jesus, there are those that say they love you, but they have treated me so damn mean
And I know you said ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’
But sometimes I think they do 
And I think about you
If all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well?

What about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers?

What about me and all my friends?

Are we all sinners if we sin?

Does it even matter in the end if we’re unhappy?

Jesus, Jesus, I’m still looking for answers, though I know that I won’t find them here tonight

But Jesus, Jesus, could you call me if you have the time?
And maybe we could meet for coffee and work it out
And maybe then I’ll understand what it’s all about

Thanksgiving 2012

I am thankful that at 22 years of age, I am living exactly where and how I want. I am thankful for this little studio apartment here in Paris. I am thankful for the food in my fridge and the cereal in my bowl. Alas and indeed, I am blesesd beyond belief. 
Yet, Everyone is posting pictures of their extravagant meals on their tables filled with family and friends whilst I am sitting here with a candle, listening to Arabian music and chillin. Hahaha the many perks of moving to a foreign country every year alone. I think this post qualifies as a homesick rant.
Luckily tomorrow evening, I shall have friends fill this studio apartment and we shall eat and be merry and celebrate, white people taking over the natives people land, the Parisian way. 

Cherie.

Priorities.

My apartment is covered in French verbs and words.

This is my kitchen.

f a c t: I usually clean dishes when in deep thought or concentration..hence the cards right above the sink. You don't even want to see the back of my bathroom door. 

I really want to start writing my book.
Too bad I have to study infinitive verbs in French.

I AM A FRENCH LEARNING ZOMBIE

I Am Lost.

Clearing Out Head Space

'Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.'

F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf 

Run

Something about that Latino

Thanks Mona <3

words.

When I was a young girl,  I never asked for much.

I can honestly say I don't ever remember wanting anything.

I would watch the commercials and see all the toy advertisements, 

I would go to my friends' homes and see how much they  had, 

but I'd only see.

I'd never wanted it.

And if I did want it, it was a matter of 15 minutes before my attention was elsewhere.

Regardless of the fact that we didn't have the money, and my father never failed to remind me how we came to America as refugees with only $8 in our pockets. My parents left everything behind, everything,  so that my sisters and I can grow up free.

Free to believe.

Free to learn.

Free to ask questions.

Free.

One of the best things my father taught me by living it out rather than lecturing me about it, was that  

There really is no price that can be put on freedom.

I spent my childhood outside with the neighborhood kids.

Climbing trees.

Building forts and tree houses.

I have so many scars from all the times I've fallen out of those cherry trees.

Playing cowboys and indians outside the huge field behind the Safeway Lot.

All I wanted to do after school everyday was put on my 'outside pants' 

(My mother made me always change into a certain pair of pants that were covered in sewn on mismatching patterns. And yes, everyday after I got home there was a new hole or tear in them to add to the collection)

I really wish my mother would have kept that pair of pants.

I didn't want dresses.

I didn't want dolls.

I didn' t even want the slingshots and cool remote control  cars my friends had.

I just wanted to be out.

And I still do.

I just want to be out.

to be outside.

I wonder how much longer this yearning and curiosity will grow.

The more I see and experience of this world, the more mysterious it grows.

I'm not looking for anything.

I don't want anything.

I am just looking.

I guess that's what my intent was when I was 16 and left to look at Australia.

I knew no one.

No one knew me.

I didn't know that summer spent away from my family and everything I knew would have changed everything.

It did.

I'm so glad.

Since then, I've lived, and breathed, and learned, and grew up a lot.

 My travels have shaped me who I am today.

Every random conversation I've had who will never know how much they have impacted my life.

Every stranger who has picked me up hitchhiking in the country side of New Zealand and mountains of Lake Tahoe.

Every conversation I've had with the those sitting next to me on the airplane.

I am so lucky that I have met all those beautiful people.

Funniest bit is, I remember all the little details they have all forgotten.  

Weird how memories can dwell so long.

The late night chats.

The spontaneous cliff climbing on the black sand beaches.

Taking Naps in caves.

Running in the jungles.

Swimming under waterfalls.

Rafting in the most powerful Rivers.

My first beers by the bonfire on the Island.

Carving names onto the tree trunk.

Sitting on the balcony just talking.

I'm a simple soul.

I live purely for the moments that so often go unnoticed.

I suppose thats what keeps me able from leaving everyone I love.

The memories are strong enough for me.

I'm alone while being attached.

Still so much to see.

Still so much to live.

Outside.

ahh, the simplicity of being free.

Probably one of the toughest lessons to teach anyone is the importance of freedom. The definition of freedom.

I hope you reader have experienced this freedom.

I hope you get those 'outside pants' of yours, put them on and go for a stroll around the block, hell, buy a flight ticket out of the country and take a stroll somewhere completely new and refreshing.

My only hope for you is that you too, are free.

Change Of Plans.

ok.
cool.
ugh.

Like.

It’s like I was a salad with a light vinaigrette, and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone, we were good. Together, we were fantastic.”

—	Lisa Schroeder

Fact:

I prefer the crust of the pizza before the actual contents of the pizza as a whole.

That being said,
Here is a video my boyfriend looped together of his road trip with his brother, of when they spent their weekend in Northern Australia at the 

Mumford and Sons, 

Matt Corby, 

Husky,

 and Sarah Blasko

 music festival. 

As envious as I am that Kurt and Dane got to see all those bands live, in a little rural town, I'm so glad hes got the talent to create this kind of ish to share a wee bit of his experience with me.

Tumble

Knots and Vomiting Butterflies.

So a new friend I've met at a show found out(via facebook) that I sing and dabble on the guitar and asked me to play before his band comes on. 

The show is on Friday. November 9th at this cafe in Paris.

A 10 minute stroll from my nest.

I've never played in front of 3 or more friends, let alone strangers.

I could have so easily declined like I have few other presented times.

But why the hell not?

ya know?

Stoked but Vomitting Butterflies.

I Hope They Play This Song At The Show.

A Daily Dose.

“Life is what you make it. Always has been, always will be.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

I've never been a girl after the city lifestyle.

My desire of this life is to simply share a daily laugh and survive solely based on the necessities that have been provided. 

A glass of water a day, and if I'm lucky, perhaps a meal would easily satisfy me.

Shelter is always preferred in times of a snowstorm, but even then, I'd easily be capable to sleep under the stars bundled in layers of thrift store clothing or the sensual heat of a loved one.

I never thought I'd love the city, but I've never stayed in one long enough to have a real experience of what 'city life' is all about.

So here, I moved to Paris. 

In this city of a language I never studied,

 with not a single connection to anyone I knew.

What do I do when I'm not teaching French children English?

When I'm not in class studying French?

When I'm not going for a run to explore?

When I'm not writing letters to far away friends and family?

...Well, I simply take a stroll through little side neighborhoods and meet my new dearest friend Joanne for caffeine and pastries.

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. 

Matthew 6:34

Me and My Eyes. Me and My Heart.

THAT CELLO.
They have a show in Paris on the 14th.
Nothing better than getting lost in the music with people who dig the same vibe.
Stoked to see these hoodlums live.

She'll lie and steal and cheat, and beg you from her knees
Make you thinks she means it this time
She'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair 
But I still love her, I don't really care 
...

I don't blame ya dear for running like you did, all these years

I would do the same, your best believe. The highway signs say we're close, but I don't read those things anymore.

I never trusted my own eyes