TIME OF TRANQUILITY IS LIMITED

Tycho played softly in the car as we drove past the giant mountains of sand and could smell the ocean in the city of Seaside. It was peace and silence. It was a feeling of comfort. Of comfort in a place of familiarity and only good memories. A place of sunshine and happy children. Somewhere you remember the time you were a flower girl in this city of Monterey. Six years old and carefree. A place where your six year old self takes over your entirety.

You're transported back into a mindset of serenity. An oasis of some sorts. An oasis where you're only allowed a certain amount of time in. Time of tranquility is limited, as spending too much time in stillness makes it harder to return to business. A place where your skin soaks up the sun. Where your bare toes wiggle in the sand and meet the sudsy waves that roll in.

Somewhere you walk along the bustling street. The bustling street that isn't meant to be walked on. That doesn't have a sidewalk or a pathway to follow. And you momentarily stop walking. Admiring the sunset and basking in the beautiful weather. Capturing new memories in photos. And the next morning marks the end of peace. Time of tranquility is limited.

RAINY THOUGHTS

I am sitting in a pile of blankets on a leather couch in the middle of a vacant living room. After a long day, as the rain pours outside, some unknown science fiction movie is playing on mute on the television and 'Slacks' by St. South is playing softly with the pitter patter of rain on the window behind me. The lights are off and I'm thinking about today. I love people watching. Not in a weird, obsessive way. In a way that I love sitting in a cafe and seeing how other people use their time. I love reading people's names written on their coffee cups and having a discussion with myself in my head about how well their exterior image fits their name. I love how some people converse with their friends, a ghost of a smile always painted on their lips. How some people sit, with eyebrows furrowed and their computer and schoolwork sprawled across the table.

I also happen to love, love. A couple in their twenties stand in the aisle next to me in Rocket Reuse and as the girl jokingly tries on a faux fur coat, his loving gaze towards her only grows stronger. A mother and her young daughter giggle at something they see across the street and the little girl squeezes her mother's hand in excitement. A young women stands in the sunglasses section with me in To Herb With Love and smiles at herself in the mirror, finally finding the pair of shades she felt fit her face shape. This post is definitely all over the place and there isn't really one topic I've stuck to, but I wanted to share the thoughts going through my head. 

2K15 REVIEW

Hi everyone! I've decided to make an end of the year post, even though it's already January 1st. 2015 was probably the most eventful year I had experienced. I dealt with the most stress I have ever had to endure, the most excitement, being away from my family and meeting Anoula. The stress came with massive loads of work to do, resulting in many emotional breakdowns and overcoming my own personal issues. In February, Anoula came to SF and we made the most amazing memories that I will never forget. My friend Nicole and I went to our second One Direction concert this year which was such an amazing experience that was honestly quite indescribable, along with graduating and going on my school trip to the east coast in the spring time. That was surprisingly the first time I had ever left California or my family for such a long period of time and I won't lie, I cried a bit. Then, towards the end of summer vacation, my grandmother and I went to New York as a birthday present to me. I plan on moving their after school, so it was the perfect gift. We saw the beautiful city of New York, met up with Anoula and her younger sister and later stayed with my uncle in his home in the Hamptons. Although, 2015 was definitely a roller coaster, it was the best one I've ever been on and I don't even like roller coasters. Let's hope 2016 will be just as magnificent. I wish you all the best.

NOVEMBER SUN

Last weekend my father took my family and I on a Saturday afternoon adventure by bringing us to a garden he used to go to as a kid. It was the most peaceful experience I had encountered in a very long time. Going out for me means being used to lots of noise in a busy city and I thoroughly enjoy the busy city kind of scene, but this was just what I needed after a week filled with lots of schoolwork and stress. There were small minnows in the streams and turtles basking in the sun on rocks, roses that smelled divine and the most beautiful sunset orange leaves on every tree. It is now Thanksgiving break, let's give it up for a week long break to catch up with life. 

DRABBLE NUMBER ONE

You know when the sun is almost down, or in the mornings when the sky brightens, gradually, of course, it's a process in which you have to be patient while watching, admiring. And as the light slowly intensifies, it casts a glow on any room with uncovered windows. Or sometimes when multiple curtains are drawn back, hanging in different places, it casts its radiance wherever it can reach. Arrows of light are on the wooden floors, the bed spread, on the clothes you were too lazy to put away last night, illuminating the room that once consisted of only darkness. 

AUTUMN IN THE BAY AREA

In the Bay Area weather is incredibly moderate. We don't really have a designated weather around spring, summer and autumn because they all blend together. Apart from winter, when it does get a bit more cold and windy than usual, it's mostly sunny in the Bay Area. I spent the day with my best friend and my family as we went to the pumpkin patch and made plans of painting them instead of carving them this year, and later went to the Navy Base to take some photos by the ships. This post gives me a very happy feeling so I will be making a more creepy, dark blog post that will be primarily about Halloween later this month. Enjoy this photos from this great day and go by yourself some pumpkins to paint!

HAIR TRAVESTY

I have been blogging quite often lately about occurrences in my life and exciting new things. This is not exciting. It's definitely new, but I am not happy. I got my hair cut. I like to think of myself as someone who enjoys trying new things and is a bit adventurous at times. Never mind all of that. My idea of a haircut was trimming my bob to under my chin and adding choppy layers to get rid of my mom-do hair. Well, my hair stylist wasn't too keen on listening to what I had to say and chopped all of my hair off to right under my ears and my bangs look even worse than when they were thick and long. I got out of the hair salon and as soon as I got into the car I was crying.

I know your hair shouldn't be your safety blanket, but mine has always been. When I had my unnecessarily long hair, people would always compliment it, when I cut my bob and bangs, people commented on how I looked 'cute' and I was good with that. If I had a bad outfit day or my acne decided to act up, my hair looked good so it was okay. Now, I'm insecure about my acne, body image and my hair. It's not a good feeling to feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

It hasn't even been a whole day and I've heard about a million people tell me, "It will grow back!" I am so tired of hearing that. My first reaction seeing my hair was "I look like a patient in a mental ward who cut her own hair without using a mirror." I am insecure and embarrassed. I rely on my hair so much. I know that in about a month I will be fine and semi-satisfied with my image, but a month is a long time. So for now, I will stick to wearing hats, or propping my glasses upon my head to somewhat cover the horrendous 'mental ward patient hair do.' So long, cute bob.