in pursuit of love.

interests:

travelling. coffee. tea. frolicking. squiggling to musics. smiling till my eyes disappear. being a bonobo. chillaxing to the max...ing ;). poetry anthologies and short stories. good lyrics. artsy stuff. interesting people. montana and nepal, though i've never been. leaving some experiences to the imagination. summer and spring. loving people. learning spanish.. slowly. cooking all day and then being too tired to eat. drinking all night and then being too tired to sleep.. haha just playin on the last one. mountains, lakes, and oceans. having some introvert time every once in a while. being overly warm and open to strangers. playing with kids. deep conversations. strangers on the train relationships. taking care of people. binging on stuff i really really like. getting really excited over stuff no one else is excited about. being fearless! that's a big one. dreamers and other people who inspire me. okay too much infos.

favorite music: ooh so many~

alternative rock: third eye blind. oasis. goo goo dolls. matchbox twenty. damien rice. death cab for cutie. (and hence) the postal service. alexi murdoch. joseph arthur. maroon 5. daniel powter. regina spektor. james morrison. - can't help living the last decade..

rap.soul.hiphop.r&b: alicia keys. india arie. boyz ii men. kero one. far east movement. common. mos def. talib kweli. the roots. kanye. nujabes.

chill musics: khalil fong. corinne bailey rae. jack johnson. jason mraz. vienna teng. joanna wang. yann tiersen.

chinese music: 齐秦. 五月天. 游鸿明. 戴佩妮. 黄立行. 孙燕姿. anything deep, soulful, meaningful really. and a little bit of jay and leehom for general poppiness.

favorite tv shows: def poetry. top chef. archer. modern family. the office. abdc.

favorite movies: conversations with other women. before sunrise. after sunset. garden state. closer. the hand (a short by wong kar wai). about love (trilogy of shorts). paris je t'aime. chocolat. 和你在一起.

favorite books: 9 stories by jd salinger. all the editions of def poetry. every book by herman hesse. song of solomon by toni morrison (cuz i love love love pilate). f scott fitzgerald, his letters and novelettes. kurt vonnegut's ridiculous stories. j p toussaint- faire l'amour- sexiest book ever. joseph conrad when i have the patience. children's books when i have children to read them to.

favorite quotations:

while i'm anxiously awaiting summer-- a poem

i like hot days, hot days

sweat is what you got days

bugs buzzin from cousin to cousin

juices dripping

running and ripping

catch the one you love days

birds peeping

old men sleeping

lazy days, daisies lay

beaming and dreaming

of hot days, hot days

sweat is what you got days

(walter dean myers)

would he succeed in saving a few scraps of this inner world and making it visible to others? or would things just go on the same way: new towns, new landscapes, new women, new experiences, new images, piled one on the other, experiences from which he gleaned nothing but a restless, torturous as well as beautiful overflowing of the heart?

it was shameless how life made fun of one; it was a joke, a cause for weeping. either one lived and let one's senses play, drank full at the primitive mother's breast--which brought great bliss but was no protection against death; then one lived like a mushroom in the forest, colorful today and rotten tomorrow. or else one put up a defense, imprisoned oneself for work and tried to build a monument to the fleeting passage of life--the one renounced life, was nothing but a tool; one enlisted in the services of that which endured, but one dried up in the process and lost one's freedom, scope, lust for life.

ah~ life made sense only if one achieved both. only if it was not split by this brittle alternative! to create, without sacrificing one's senses for it. to live, without renouncing the nobility of creating. was that possible?