OMGoT

Who watched Game of Thrones last night? For those who haven't read the books, who knew that was coming? Most of the season's been kinda... meh, so something colossal had to happen, right? I haven't read the books, but the deaths of so many relevant characters was, well, shocking. I mean, the wolf was even killed. What the?

There's only one episode left and I'm overwrought. The next season doesn't start until next March. That's March 2014. 2014!! It's grueling to have to wait that long again and again. I'll be reading the books until then.

 

(the video- not for the faint of heart).

nutellove

This is nuts.
Nutella + fruits is my most recent obsess! You can't deny the goodness.

(and just for the record, two jars were gifted and one I gave to a friend.) 

 

i love wood.

I like making things out of wood. With a help of a friend, this portfolio case was made. It's quite heavy so it'd be impractical to carry around such thing. That's why it's been collecting dust. I'd love to pursue doing more of this stuff, though. With all the leftover wood I have from this project, I'll be making a coffee table, stool, chair, bookcase, a house...

toad rrips

Actually, I meant road trips.

Most everyone likes to travel or would like to see the world at some point (before entering the fifth dimension)... This past January, I took a solo road trip to Big Sur and Monterey. Why I'd never taken solo road trips before is a wonder because I had so much fun. I'd gone camping in Big Sur a few years ago, but with my then-boyfriend, and I'd never been to Monterey, so I thought I'd hit the road with nothing but the music on my iphone and snacks from Trader Joe's, to live in a yurt for a couple of days and to reunite with a lovely friend.

When on a road trip, whether alone or accompanied, there's something about the solitude/nostalgia of it that makes the heart heavy. There's a kind of loneliness that you itch to get out of, but at the same time, find comfort in. Maybe because we see how vast the land is, that there's so much more than the 9-5, our "bubble," the general problems in life... It's kind of like standing on a mountain, looking out at the ocean and realizing how small we are in comparison. And if you look beyond that, like outer space, the universe, we're like quarks... specks... Then it makes you wonder, if I'm so small, would what I do in life matter? Could the horrible mistakes and decisions I've made... the suffering, really be so grave? What about my accomplishments, dreams, goals, happiness? What is it all for? And when we die, we die. There is no after-life, no reincarnation... We just die, become dust. So if that's the case, why would it matter if we did make the most out of life or if we just didn't do anything at all? What is the purpose and why? Does it make a difference to even think about it?   

In any case, I'm still here for whatever reason. My existential crisis gets the best of me sometimes. These are the things I ponder when I'm experiencing bouts of solitude. For now, I'll just live it up knowing nothing is permanent, or at least accept that I can sometimes feel alone in a world of billions of people, loving family, trustworthy friends and embrace it in some way, even if I don't find the answer(s).

Big Sur + Monterey:

 

hi, hello, welcome

Ahh, new site up. 

For years, I'd been building my own site from scratch using Photoshop and Dreamweaver, but I decided there must be an easier way. Some people think the "easier way" might not be the best, but when you discover something that feels right, you go with it! These days, there are endless possibilities and advantages (as well as dis-) with technology advancing so quickly. We ought to make the most of the things available to us, or at least thrive in the zeitgeist.