Date a girl that travels.

You’ll also recognize a girl who travels by the fact that she’s always amazed at the world around her, no matter if she’s in her home town or in a place that’s totally new. She sees beauty all around her, not just the ones featured in travel guides or shown in postcards. A girl who travels has developed a deeper appreciation for life. She won’t judge you, or pressure you to do the things you don’t want to do. She know too much about the importance of identity and self-efficacy, and she will appreciate all the more if you won’t pretend to be who you’re not.

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She knows she’s been to a lot of places, but she’s humbled by the fact that the world is still a big place and she’s only seen a smal part of it. Seeing this in her can make you feel all right with yourself too; there’s no need for you to do more, to be more. What you are is enough.

Taken from Date a Girl who Travels.

Home is where my heart is.

As cliched as it sounds, and probably is. 
I know how it feels to have moved endlessly across oceans and apartments. Hold different sets of keys everyday, live out of a suitcase. It’s true, it’s both exciting and crazily exhausting at the same time. Don’t get me wrong, packing a suitcase to go somewhere new is and always will be one of the many things I really enjoy doing and I appreciate every chance I get to do all that. I would still like to live in a bunch of places if I could and were given a chance to. 

While I sit here and wax lyrical about rented spaces, Ruth Tam makes this incredible cliche sound ten times more poignant and poetic in her article on Thought Catalog: HOME IS NOT A PLACE

5 years ago today.

Digging a hole and the walls are caving in 
Behind me air’s getting thin but I’m trying 
I’m breathing in 
Come find me 
It hasn’t felt like this before 
It hasn’t felt like home before you 
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel 
This way 
And I miss you more than I should 
Than I thought I could 
Can’t get my mind off of you 
I know you’re scared that I’ll soon be over it 
That’s part of it all 
Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won’t fall 
It hasn’t felt like this before 
It hasn’t felt like home before you 
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel 
This way 
And I miss you more than I should than I thought I could 
Can’t get my mind off of you 
And I hate the phone 
But I wish you’d call 
Thought being alone 
Was better than was better than 
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel this way 
And I miss you more than I should 
Than I thought I could 
Can’t get my mind off of you 
Can’t get my mind off of you 
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel 
This way 
And I miss you more than I should 
Than I thought I could 
Can’t get my mind off of you
-Joshua Radin

Torino, Italy.

Torino is a short 2 hour (we did think it was only 45mins though) train ride out of Milan Central. Unfortunately, we caught it on a rather dreary day and got in rather late too. The little city which everyone thinks is full of industrial parks making Fiat cars is actually a rather charming town with plenty of palaces and piazzas to explore. It also has one of the bigger street markets (which we missed out on) in Italy. Our short little walkabout gave us just a quick skim of Torino before it start raining quite heavily, cutting our trip short. Well, at least we can say we’ve been! 

Re-creating memories.

Circa 1996, San Francisco, California. 

My parents brought me here more than 10 years ago. I went back to try to find the same spot, but couldn’t. I guess that’s how much things change, the landscape, the lookout points, all wear and tear over the years.

My dad still has those big square frames and still wears that green jacket, mum still has those high set cheekbones and that cap (somewhere), I still have that teddy and the kiddy face. I’m glad somethings stay the same. 

Look where we've been.

Bangkok and Chiang Mai, Thailand

New Zealand

South Korea

Amsterdam

Germany

Switzerland

Monaco, France

St. Tropez, France

Avignon, France

Arles, France

Paris, France

London, UK

Cambodia

Bali

LA

San Francisco

Anaheim, Disneyland

Sydney

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I love travelling with you. So here’s to more days spent in beautiful cities, exploring and wandering (:  

Dealing cards.

Sometimes, life deals you a shit hand. You take it as it comes, you don’t really have much of a choice. You plod along, feeling angry, bitter, and all those ‘why me?’ questions keep getting thrown into your every day conversations. 

You move on. Move forward. Let go. Life is not fair. 

But, maybe, one day, or maybe even two, someone turns around and says ‘Sorry’. 

It doesn’t matter anymore, you would never really know. 

Although, somehow, it makes all the difference. 

Life, you are one funny bunny. 

The (Berkeley) Hills and a happy new year!

Sorry about the uber long hiatus. The new year has come and we’re officially in 2012. Along the midst of everything, my harddisk crashed which left me mourning and frantically and desperately backing up every single thing I have and also trying to retrieve lost files. I’ve established some must-do and must go items for the year (including backing up file more efficiently). I forsee plenty of photos (which also means plenty of backlog), but while I’m still diligent, here is more of San Francisco. 

The woman with the white hair? I’m not sure what captured me more; the fact that she had the whitest hair I’ve ever seen, or that she wore ALL white. Or could be both. Oh the sun, the dusk light was like a sheet of gold just blanketed the whole of San Francisco or something. (Sighs in contentment).

P.S. Spot the monkey :p