Hello world. I was flipping through the pages of memories encrypted in computer fonts and colourful layouts when I suddenly told myself, hey it’s time to get a new blog. I don’t know how different this will be or what significance it carries, but I’m leaving some things behind. Oh wells, we shall see.
Reading my past fleeting thoughts and lyrical attempts can be rather perplexing. I wonder where I get my bouts of emotions and sources of inspiration from. It makes me feel that I had had the luxury to bask in my pensive mood and ramble about beauty and frivolity, yet now I’m just lost from being thrown off life’s rapid pace. I can’t quite choose my moods properly from the myriad of events and experiences.
Europe’s beautiful, in many ways. From the scenic landscapes to the gorgeous castles, quaint little lanes to the cobbled stone streets (where did you think I got my inspiration from), and the cool crisp air with warm fuzzy sunshine on your face. Yet my most favourite of all is sitting quietly in a cafe, watching the world go by while sipping a cup of latte, as if the world could be tasted in every mouthful.
sigh the notion itself is so sexy! i would love to sit alone at a coffeehouse in a foreign land, sip coffee and read a book. sigh. wanderlust! it looks beaaaaautiful over there.