Sunday, April 29, 2012

pps blogger is telling me i cant upload any more photos to moonshine without paying for more storage space..
which is a shame because i have about 300 great photos that want the world to see them!
currently bruting and seeking a way around this annoying obstacle.
this weekend i,

bought a small gift for a friend to send in the mail,
prepared letters and cards and decorated and sealed the envelopes,
went to a yoga class,
had a steam,
enjoyed a passionfruit orange grean tea, 
drank wine,
skyped with steph <3,
watch an english movie and a french film,
studied chinese,
skyped in between everything with my adorable little sister, 
washed my sheets and hung them to dry on the roof,
ate avacado,
skyped with christine <3
hung out on the roof,

took pictures,
made a short film,
did yoga in the sunshine on the roof,
did a workout video,
skyped for a glorious twelve minutes with d
went for a thai/oil massage and reiki session at maynas,
loved on mayna for the amazing being that she is,
wrote report cards,
downloaded chili peppers,
will begin watching factory girl soon.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

currently sitting on an orange pillow on the floor sipping a latte and listening to the music lower than usual so the storm outside can headline.

its saturday afternoon and i politely declined the invitation to go camping with everyone i know. not one to usually turn down an offer to sleep under the stars but i felt yet another personal revolution was due.

on my list this solo weekend: tea.go to chinese.cook.thaimassage/reiki with something(s) in the some time on the roof, its good to be high.monkey mountain if the rain stops. enjoy the rain. savor it actually.

ps. looking to hire a personal assistant who's sole job will be to upload  photos.and they can also tickle my arm occassionally if they like.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Saturday, April 14, 2012

: don't take the mountains for granted, they don't grow everywhere.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

i never thought i would say this but im addicted to the hunger games series. went to sleep way too late last night because i read roughly 250 pages of the second book. i cant help myself.

needless to say my dreams were on the wild side and i woke up ravenous. showered and dressed quickly and met justin boy downtown for a belated breakfast brunch at lees n daughters. its a lovely gourmet brunch spot downtown that looks like it was plucked out of wakefield or chelsea and set into downtown kaohsiung. i really really like it there. we enjoyed tea and smoked salmon benedicts sans hollandaise with some sort of magically delicious mushrooms and a potato salad..random but oh so good. the olive oil there is made for kings and queens. and all for the small price of 190 NT or 6 dollars canadian.

i scooted home and hammered out the last of my report cards, put on more sunscreen and strolled to the art park cafe to sip on a mango frappe and read in the sun. so lovely.

after about an hour it was time to go home and grab my work things, modify my outfit slightly to a teaching appropriate ensemble and scoot to starbucks to meet kelly. we parked and walked to the fruit market and got the rest of the fresh squeezed orange juice!! it was good karma i swear. its going out of season and we couldnt find it anywhere for about a week. we bought every last bottle and i plan on freezingit so my wonderful family can have a taste. strolled the rest of the way to work, taught two classes, handed in my report cards, and headed straight to the night market from work. kel and i met up wtih a handful of friends and enjoyed mongolian bbq and a chocolate ice cream for dessert. it was oh so good. im obsessed. it cost 3$ for all of it and i have leftovers for lunch. we stopped at a clothing store on the way home and i think ill buy myself a dress i saw tomorrow. then we walked the rest of the way home and now im laying in bed writing before reading and sleep.

seven days until the fishers land in asia. i can hardly believe ill be hugging them so soon. their company is SO heavily anticipated i can barely contain myself.

such a lovely life we lead


Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Invitation 
by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Monday, April 2, 2012

weekend stories

scootered to kending this weekend with ali and kelly. it was the first time i was the early bird ready to go and the two girls were experiencing a million scooter obstacles pushing our take off time back by hours.

megwanchee [i speak chinese now.]

we finally hit the road about 1ish and i was smiling and bopping to my wicked playlist when we stopped for a gas about an hour in. we met the sweetest little girl there who was eager to speak english to us. she asked me what my favorite subject in my school was [hers was english] and while i was thinking she asked 'dancing?'
i said, 'well, i do love dancing. how did you know?'
little girl: 'because you are very beautiful'


soon after this endearing interaction we got caught in what can only be described as a hurricane. our scooters were weaving and being pushed around like toys. it rained a bit so i had put on my poncho and it got ripped to shreds from the wind. we pulled over to regroup and consider our options. turns out we didnt have a lot of options since we were on a long stretch of highway with a mountain on one side and the ocean on the other. we knew the wind would be less fierce once we reached town so we just carried on going super slowly and cautiously. the second we saw a seven eleven we stopped for food and lattes and to people watch and laugh at the layer of dirt covering our faces. literally.

finalllllllllllly got to kending but weary of the wind tunnel our tent would be subjected to we opted for a small hotel instead. i took the hottest n longest shower of my life and the three of us jumped into bed to read and watch funny things on tv and chill out. then we went to a thai restaurant and stole the really beautiful cups our water was served in. grabbed a bottle of wine and went back to the room to talk out faces off and share all our secrets. of course, some obligatory drunk dials to canada were made. youre welcome dustin and stephanie ;)

through the course of the eve some pretty serendipitous connections were made between ali and myself and i was left wondering what the universe was trying to prove. in any case, it was a lovely evening and im so grateful for the friendship that is blossoming between the three of us.

in the morning we sipped lattes and snacked on peanut butter and banana bagels before hitting baisha beach. apparently life of pie was filmed there. i did not know. the waves were so big and coming up so far that it was actually kind of scary. the highlight was a group of boys from france who were frolicking so happily, i swear they've never seen a beach before. it was endearing and then just plain hilaroius.

now its ten thirty and im late for chinese so i have to run,
short week this week, wednesday is a holiday! so good so good