I’ve always been a fan of Imogen Heap since her Frou Frou days, but this just reminds me of her incredible musical talents.  Her live performances are simply compelling, always unique and organic to the root.  This specific one just happens to be one of my favorites.  Make sure to tune in with a pair of headphones.

Sometimes I like to cry.  I sit on the cold hard floor of my room, back against the frame of my bed and stare at the purple wall right in front.  There is no calm before the storm, only the head on collision of raw emotions that stain my cheeks red and pink from its bloody carnage.  My head grows heavy as salty pools well up, threatening to spill over red rims and my line of version becomes impaired by the aqueous medium that is now my looking glass; the once defined articles strewn across my bedroom floor melt into a hazy blur.  But I don’t dare blink.  My eyelids flutter ever so gently over the glassy surface and for a few minutes I allow myself to wallow in the depths of self pity, anger, frustration, and hurt.  What could’ve beens and should’ve beens bury me neck deep in regret and settle heavily on my shoulders.  But I don’t dare fight it.  I let it bend, warp and crush to its full ability before I tilt my face to the ceiling, close my eyes, let the emotions drain dry from the crescents’ corners, and collect myself from the floor.

Sometimes it’s the only way to cope; the only way to move right along.

euphoric beauty

Nothing better to do on a Friday night in New Joisy. Gotta love little kids.

If my cheesy smile doesn’t give it away already, I had a great weekend!  I went shopping with dear Abby, Kristen, and Aaron to put prom procrastination to rest with a skinny black satin tie and a fitted midnight blue dress shirt.  Headed to Candace’s dad’s photography store afterwards to take my passport pictures as well as to channel my inner diva/lioness/asian mickey mouse.  Other than a handful of shots exposing my creepy demeanor and apparent bad posture, I’d say the whole shabang went pretty well!

Blasian babies! Take a good look at them, their replicas of my future kids :)

I’m so glad nyc’s bipolar forecast has finally cleared out. I treasure days like this when the air has neither completely lost its post winter chill nor adopted the sweat drenching humidity of the summer. Chillin’ barefoot on the backyard patio under a blue cloudless sky with Jane eyre and a bowl of grapes is truly what I do best.

My face looks slightly pained, but I swear i’m happy.

aw, thank you Christina; i’m going to miss you too!

I never thought the west coast was in my future.  Looks like it is now.

Bantry House, Ireland

I’ve been waiting for the appropriate time to share this.  So in the good spirits of St. Patty’s day, bottoms up!

Las Lajas Sanctuary, Colombia

This is dreamy.

thanks for the follow  ♥  (:

Whoever has had the misfortune of talking about music with me (I tend to babble) knows I’m really into west coast hiphop.  Yea, I love me some newboyz (♥) and cali district swag -can you teach me how to dougie? forreals, I could use some pointers- but I’m particularly into the underground scene in the northwest (Seattle).  I don’t look the type especially since my clothing of choice revolves around a growing collection of grandma cable knit sweaters and my face can easily be mistaken for that of a twelve year old’s.  Regardless, my love of west coast beats sprung from one particular musician, a man who goes by the stage name, Macklemore.  For me, it’s not so much about being able to relate to the song’s subject matter as it is about execution. The blend of rich sounds, cadence, and lyrics infused in his songs paint a vivid and cathartic tale, one that evokes the deepest of emotions; and even if I can’t necessarily relate to the subject matter, I can most certainly relate to the feelings of pain, loss, and happiness.  Why so philosophical you may ask? It’s just a song, you may say.  But when I close my eyes and let the music ring in my ears, I can’t even begin to express how I feel right at that moment.  It’s like reading a beautifully crafted story, in which the beauty doesn’t reside in one particular element, but in the entire package.

The song I featured here is a stripped down version of the original.  It is amazing.