One more sleep...

My flight is tomorrow at 12: 45. Will be on the plane for ten hours heading for Narita, Japan. I get to stay overnight cause my 8 hr plane flight to Jakarta will be the next morning at 10.

I should be excited as hell and cannot wait to start my vacation. I shouldn't be able to get any sleep tonight cause I get to leave this town after 5 years or so. I should be excited that I'm exploring places.

Truth is, I'm sad. Something is holding me back. I love Vancouver.


I want to stay a bit longer here. I love the spots of blue sky after a gloomy cloudy morning. I love the warmth of the sun that contrasts with the chilly spring air. I love riding on the skytrain looking over the skyscrapers as I leave Downtown Vancouver. I love walking along the seawall and look at the cityline. Oh, and the vibe. How everyone is kind of just chillin', maxin', relaxin' all cool playin' bball outside of the school.

I want to stay overnight at Tony's house for a French movie night (or more like, an attempt to a French movie night). I want to walk around the park singing at night with the people I love. I want to have random gatherings that wasn't planned. I want to chill at the bar while I get to know you.

I'll fucking miss you, Vancouver. Vancouver and everyone that is in it.

I cannot wait to come back. Just wait; I'll come back for you.

Vacation Reading List:
The Bro Code
The Book of Awesome
Persuasion

The next post will be from Narita, Japan.

XOXO

PUT YO HANDS UP!

As of yesterday, I finished my first year of university. I cannot believe how fast time has gone by. As I was studying, I was looking through all my old photos that are pretty much dated one year ago. Time just speeds up eh. The sun is out again today. It's lovely.


To celebrate, my classmates and I went to this bar called "The Met". They had a pretty awesome deal: $8 for burger and beer. The place itself is alright I guess. They had a DJ.... and it felt kind of awkward to listen to party music when the bar is quiet and it's still bright out. But good burger and skinny fries. Waiter was chill.

Then my friend and I went to this bar called "Whineos". I must say, it has one of the nicest atmosphere :)... I love the decors on the walls.


I just got my fisheye lens in the mail on Tuesday night. I jumped for joy and I got stoked (or I'm still stoked) for fifty two hours. I know it's dangerous to get stoked for that extended period of time, but this fisheye lens is so awesome. I named her Marilyn. Meet Marilyn:




So, I have 4 days left til I leave for motherland Indonesia. Stoked and scared at the same time. I haven't been back there for four years...or three and a half. I hope I can get along.

I Love Vancouver.

Hooollyyyyyy Shee-----

I don't really like Nike, but... this is talent.

buckling down

Well, I'm supposed to be doing my final assignments... but, then I stumbled upon this website: Econscious Market. It's basically a website where they feature products that are made "econsciously". 10% of your purchase from this store will go to one of the charity of your choice on the website. Here's the video to explain the whole deal:

ECOnscious Market from eConscious Market on Vimeo.

I've found these sweet belts so far:

I love the detailing on the buckle.

There's something girly.. yet classy with this belt.

And this buckle has the 12 zodiac symbols :)

I am disappointed with how I cannot afford these belts though. They are to die for :(.

What's in your backpack?

Yep. I finally saw it. I must say, it is one of my favourite George Clooney movies. "Up in the Air" is directed by Jason Reitman, same dude who directed "Thank You for Smoking" (another one of my favourites).

I like how this movie really depicts how bad the 2008-2009 recession was. Clooney's character is a guy who is hired to fire people. So he flies everywhere to fire people. How does he sleep at night? Easy. Read the following monologue from the movie:

"How much does your life weigh?"

Imagine for a second you’re carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life. You start with the little things. The shelves, drawers, the knick-knacks. You start adding bigger stuffs. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps. Your TV.

The backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You grow bigger. Your couch, your car, your home. I want you to stuff it all into that backpack.

Now, I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances. Friends of friends. Folks around the office. And then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children. Parents. Finally, your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. Get them into that backpack.

Feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake. Your relationships are the heaviest components of your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets and compromises. The slower we move, the faster we die.

Make no mistake. Moving is living.

Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star-crossed lovers. Monogamous swans.

We are not swans. We’re sharks.

I don't agree with the monologue, obviously. I, in all honesty, would love carrying that backpack. In fact, I can't wait to have someone to carry the backpack with me.