flying high

for the next couple of months, be warned that this may become an extremely shallow and bimbotic blog (if it's not already). will be posting up lots of pics of places been, food eaten and things bought, for the sake of B, as the internet is pretty much my only form of communication with her as i'm way too cheap to call her, and she's way too cheap to call me. not to mention i'm way too cheap to pay to receive her calls :)

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bigger and better. everything is here. before i know, i'll be bigger -_-

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2 weeks and almost ridiculously broke-d.

so much for sensible rationing to last me a coupla months.

stuff here is insane. the clothes, shoes, everything.

off the charts insane.

this was my first coupla days. and that's just shoes

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in love with the guys here.

i'm literally a 24/7-jaw-dropping-blushing-dork stammering-giddy-school-girl.

and i've been cruising abercrombie stores.

not for the clothes but for the male staff.

and that makes me a&f's biggest fan.

and i'm told on some weekends,

they walk around shirtless

faints.

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food is happiness.

and i'm in the land of food.

happy happy camper i am.

did i mention i love ice cream trucks and their snazzily annoying tunes

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i mini-golfed.

how fabulously american

always wanted to do it

and i must say it was a pretty decent first attempt

thanks B :)

looks like i could do it without all the fancy shmancy golf sticks and stuff

unlike other ppl

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is love.

my precious.

this gorgeous bouncing ball of fluff has stolen my heart like no man could.

love love.

san francisco baby!

gimme a WOOOOP!

daymmm it feels good to be here.

hell yeah.

back from melbourne

how do you live after 10 days of highs and lows

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the highs of just being.

revisiting, reminiscing, reliving days long past

knowing that we can only glance back now

but never really go back

and all we have are poignant memories, images

etched in our minds like black and white stills

of a time once somewhat familiar

but not really. not anymore

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and so we breathed, lived, took in

as much as we could, greedily,

creating, frantically drawing

more pictures to take home

only to have gotten girlishly giddy from overdoses

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to the lows of being rather shit-faced from alcohol,

its vertigo distorting our carefully drawn memories

to no more than a blur of colourful splotches,

slapping on layers of paint on our faces

to mask the pale and washed out discolouration,

dragging our feet stoically thru the next hell of a day

and doing it all over again the next night

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how do you top that?

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so now all i have is everything else in between

no highs

no lows

just blahness

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blaaah.

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oh well :)

San Francisco in 5 days.