Ice cream cone #86: me today

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• Hello again to my orange room. It feels like the longest time ever since the last time I stayed in this room. Every time I get to sleep in my own room again, I still wonder when we will be able to find a solution to this, and not having to move around every one or two weeks.

my favorite things

Like that song in Sound of music, another all-time favorite musical of mine.

 This is the book that I'm currently reading, with a worse than hideous cover.

And this is the bookmark that is now in the book. This is a gift from my neighbor when she got back from Korea a couple of weeks ago. 

These are the infamous flowers that I mentioned yesterday.

 These are my favorite lipsticks: the YSL glossy stain #12 and the Shu Uemura rouge unlimited supreme matte #MCR 342. They play a role of my toys when I'm bored.

 This is my favorite blush which is Benefit's Coralista. It looks like a kid's toy at first but no kid's toy can be -that expensive in that size, and I always had this so-called self-ashamed time after I purchased any makeup product.

This is my favorite glass. I like it because it's big and can hold a lot more water than the other cups in my house therefore when I'm asking someone for water I'll get more than the rest. In the glass is my least favorite cereal ever but because ohana means family and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten, I still treat them very ethically.

This is my favorite body mist that smells like moringa.

These are my favorite pens, all from Germany because I believe that Germany and Japan make the best stationery in the world.

This is my favorite postcard from Russia, which you have seen me featuring in my one hundred posts before. 

These are my favorite CD and DVD. I even got a tattoo out of the Mayer's record, you can imagine the situation. 

These are my favorite Danish butter cookies that I feel like I deserve to have after a long and hard day of doing absolutely nothing productive at all.

And this is my favorite me with my hair unwashed and my nails chipped off as usual, sitting in my yellow room taking no-face photos in front of a dirty mirror.

Random June.

A couple of boredom photos to celebrate the fact that I screwed up at this morning's test and my sudden realization that I need human so much more than I could imagine.

The flea market.

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Going to the flea market has somehow become a need each month. Although I never acquire enough financial support to buy whatever I want, I could still satisfy myself a bit with a couple of crazy bracelets and crop tops.
And, it rained cats & dogs yesterday, which made it impossible to stalk and photograph beautiful girls.

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Eating Shio-ramen with Camellia. Maybe my passion in Japanese food really only lies in California rolls and katsu-don T.T

Stormy weather

Photos taken on some of my go-out dates recently. When the city wasn't wounded.

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It's sunny again today. What a city. No matter what she's been put through, the next day, she still manages to cover itself in sun rays like she's trying to say, now now, everything's fine now. 

I can't stay anywhere else other than here. Although there were numerous times when I desperately wanted to move to the seaside and stay for a month or two, I always came crawling back "fix und fertig" as the German usually said to love this city again. 

Cold days like this reminds me of the early summertime, which got me thinking, why does it always feel like all of the good things that I thought happened to my life, I always assumed they happened in the summer? Summertime on a morning after the nighttime rain, listening to acoustic music, dreaming of a visible object, like a camera that I now own, staying alone in my room staring at the bookshelf on the wall picturing what it would be like in university. Oh sigh at how much has happened since that thought, since I used to play these songs. 

I started this thing in my journal under another depression about a year ago when I was in senior year, the reason why I  had depression, I had no idea. It seems like I always feel unhappy, although like Tyler straightly commented on my life, there's nothing to be unhappy about. But that thing was that I would picture myself a year from then, in order to find an escape from reality, which probably was I was under a bunch of pressure about studying and the university entrance exams and stuff. I only got to two days of that little project, then as boredom kicked in, I got back to writing bullcrap about how I was mistreated on everything which actually now looking back, I wasn't. I really wish my stupid bullcrap wouldn't have jumped on my face and I could continue to write for a few more days. In those short entries I wrote, I pictured myself knowing a headful of German words, which is by far quite true, being an exhausted but blissfully gay and carefree little freshman who would come home in a good mood everyday after school. Haha, but I must've forgotten to picture the people that I met in university. It was them who changed the picture.

I've wanted to continue that project, but the timing last year was absolutely impeccable because I acknowledged very well how in the mere two years my life would alter completely. Now it's not even a good time anymore.

This has gone a bit longer than a "short thoughts" tagged post I usually do, so I'm gonna stop babbling about things now.

Have a nice week :)

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I hate Mondays! :(

Today sucked so far, but thank God the people who did the misery to me were at least nice. I'm gonna lie around watching Monday TV shows tonight eating carbs hating on life. Have to be amazed at the amount of food I was able to eat when I'm angry.

Stop being delusional about that rejection message!

Saturday morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I should find a will and stay at home for an entire weekend once. Because look what I could do in a day when I'm a bit moody, as usual, and stay in my room, I finished that book L'Amant. So, when I don't flee around the city doing God-knows-what, I would love to lie around my room, taking badly arranged photos and pretending to have a life.

This is definitely just a phase, you're probably gonna see me locking myself in my room in a week or two, updating my blog almost everyday, just you wait.