every year, he gets a steak.

happy 6th birthday little dude.

henri malshi
henri malshi
henri malshi

my favourite sound in the world – it’s a tie between his snoring
and this little ah yep, i am perfectly content noise he makes with his mouth
whenever i kiss his head and tell him,
“you are the most handsome dog in the whole world.”

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same things i always say, same promises i make

been feeling homesick. not sure what home is though.

hung out with thomas in paris this weekend
since he’s the closest thing to home right now.

thomas loder
(another californian expat living in what seems the same, but is a whole world of difference europe.)

i really like this picture he took of me.

veanne cao
paris ferris wheel

iphone pictures (because the DSLR is cumbersome):

montmartre paris
veanne cao
paris metro


currently listening to:
i hella love thomas.
not in the omg i want to have your babies kind of way,
but in the homie/mad respect kind of way because a few weeks ago
he brought tribe, redman and outkast into our old school hiphop collaborative mix.


this is how we chill from 93 til ∞

lora and i went to scandinavia to chase aurora borealis,
but our attempts were thwarted by snow.
disappointed, but we made the most of our trip.

9AM. good morning oslo, i’ve written you a haiku.
“winter in norway”
daylight is fleeting
your men are just, beautiful
i can’t feel my toes.

oslo sunrise

the norsk folkemuseum.
we were transported back to various eras in time, all within one little town.

norsk folkemuseum
norsk folkemuseum
norsk folkemuseum
norsk folkemuseum
norsk folkemuseum
norsk folkemuseum

4pm. and just like that, there goes our five hours of daylight.

norsk folkemuseum

scandinavian winters aren’t so bad when the hotel bristol has the best hot chocolate
and you’re in good company. eystein, my favourite viking.


we went to the munch museum to see the scream,
but it was this piece (visjon) that resonated with me most.

munch visjon

göteborg, sweden.

göteborg, sweden


eystein and i kickstarted 2015 with a snow walk in frognerparken.
“a great little adventure” he says, but i was left with a dear little memory.


although this is our first trip together, lora has proven to be an awesome travel mate.
considerate, chill and hilariously fun, funny.
NYE at the stratos.


walking down random alleyways in other countries, part 7.
except that we couldn’t find an alleyway and running in snow makes me happy.

veanne cao

this year i resolve to… be kind, work hard, create.
and perhaps my life will fall into place as it should.

currently listening to:
when the dj dropped this club rmx of california dreaming at the NYE party,
lora reminded me that no matter where i am, where i go,
i will always be a california girl.


a simple gift exchange

i gave thomas a ukulele cover of give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
and he gave me this.

i believe those two buildings encapsulate daydreams of bruges,
“but what’s that on your head?”
… “a curly hair.”


玫瑰 玫瑰, 我愛你

growing up in los angeles,
my grandmother used to have a rose garden.
i specifically remember these two rose bushes on the side of the house that looked particularly like trees without thorns.

over the summer, i scoured the garden centre looking for them
only to discover they weren’t rose bushes.

the buds remained intact throughout the months until yesterday,
but just one bloomed.

camellia flower
camellia flower

not sure what it is about the holidays that turn me into a complete sap,
but i miss grandma. it’s through her and grandpa that i learned how love should be
and the family i strive to build one day.

currently listening to:
joanna wang did a sweet cover of a song that grandma used to sing.


company retreat in yorkshire

assessments, team building tasks,
a warm, drunken evening of carbs and charade rounds dominated by war film titles
and then this. (the answer was actually sex in the city.)


if you put me in a crowded room and asked me to socialise,
my heart would sink of uneasiness.
replace socialising with a goal-related activity,
hell yes.

scavenger hunt in the very epic yorkshire dales.


which was (proudly pointed out by our driver) a film location for harry potter and the deathly hallows.

up the mountain, around the lake, through a marsh, skip, hop, stroll, run.

view from my room, via iPhone.

will be spending christmas by myself for the first time ever.
ordered an arduino powered robot kit from china.
i hope it arrives in time,
otherwise it will be a very grey week in london.

currently listening to:
love this track,
but i’ll be damned if it ever becomes my anthem.


simultaneously juggling three happy thoughts in my head

2.5 hours en train to spend thanksgiving with linh in paris.
european cities are all starting to look the same.

paris, france

but there’s something special about paris.
special things always happen whenever i’m here.

la seine
l'amour est mort


i must have really charmed that man with my vietnamese at the banh mi shop
because as we were leaving, he gave us these.

(we decided linh was on the left because there’s a foot in it and she has bunions.
i’m on the right because it’s got a lazy eye like mine.)


found us a charming little restaurant hidden in monmartre.
i made her laugh so hard that she snorted. she snorted so hard that i laughed so hard that i cried. happy thanksgiving!


5am in le marais, in the gutter, intoxicated, staring at the stars,
she asked me what my favourite moment of the trip was

and it wasn’t until now
that i realise i was happiest in that moment with her,
recollecting every fleeting pause and feeling a sense of… liberation? peace?
i don’t know, but i finally felt it after a tumultuous year in london.
my only regret was not being able to meet thomas that friday evening.

currently listening to:
je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l’oublier



found this video i made of deep freestylin’ when we were hanging out in the east village last year.
i miss having a stoop. i miss new york.