I'm in China

'excluded, aggressive, crazy and common'

“As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

afternoon delight

It rained all day today but it didn't stand in the way of my cupcake craving. I've always wanted to try Berko cupcakes because they scored pretty high in some reviews on the net, but simply put I was disappointed. The red velvet was dry and crumbly, as opposed to the one I tried in Jakarta that was all fluffy and moisty. The oreo wasn't that bad although it too lacked moist. What good is a cupcake if it isn't moisty??

So to compensate my disappointment I decided to drop by the nearest Guerrisol where this 3-euros shirt found me. This place has become an unhealthy addiction lately. Like every other thrift store everything looked filthy and unattractive at first glance, but then you start looking and these marvels (namely cashmere sweaters, silk shirts and wool coats) just sort of popped out (and in your size! and often under 5 euros!) I can no longer recall the last time I bought something out of a real store.. (which is of course a lie).

rive gauche

Strolling around the left bank during Dira's visit. While it's refreshing to see a more 'contemporary' side of Paris I prefer the Haussmannien side any day.

2012

 

 

It's a new year. I've decided to stop being such a lazy ass and try to get more interested about things, and not take for granted the fact that I'm currently living in a city that high school girls swoon about. I never believed in making resolutions and I prefer taking things as they come day by day but recently someone told me it's ridiculous not to have a path or something to look forward to in life. I guess that person's not entirely wrong. I do feel like in the past couple of years something switched off inside of me. I've lived aimlessly and justified it as 'going where the wind blows' whereas it's nothing but an excuse to live.. lazily (don't know any other word to describe this). This year I'm going to try and turn that switch back on - and of course the first steps are obviously making a diy hex nut bracelet and organizing my jewellery - but hey a girl's gotta start somewhere, trivial as it seems..

chez moi

While I thoroughly enjoyed living in a shared apartment last year, I can't deny that deep down I'm a mildly unsociable person and having a space that is mine and mine only is very important. I may come home to an empty room but hey I can stick whatever I want on the wall and sing along to Class Actress without worrying that it will offend someone (although I do think the neighbors can still hear me).

That night there was another dance party. The empty school yard was decked with lights and lanterns, and people were dancing to the music blaring from their headphones. It was your kind of thing. Except that they were doing lindy hop which you hate. But at this dance party, I don't know if you remember, they were playing waltz. I remember my hand on your shoulder, the other holding yours. I remember making our way through old ladies in floral frocks and their equally dashing dance partners, my bag dangling down my shoulder, making it awkward to move freely so I threw it on the floor. I remember twirling and spinning, and I remember that I was so happy that now I guess it just makes sense, that even from the beginning it was too good to be true.