good things in life.

(Fall 2009, Starbucks at Cambridgeside Galleria)

This is the first September, since I was 4 years old, that I am not in my first weeks of school.  Usually during this time of the year, I am adjusting my schedule, trying to not have school on Mondays and Fridays, trying to make it fit my social calender (instead of the other way around).  Clearly I am in a nostalgic mood. When I was studying in Boston, my right kidney and I, would spend hours at the Starbucks in the Cambridgeside Galleria.  During these hours we should have been studying, socializing, or being productive, but instead we were simply enjoying each other, our surroundings, and our explicit time-wasting.  With our magazines in tote, books on hand, and Blackberries at arms reach, we enjoyed the present like most cannot.  Back then we would often say we wasted so much time there, but now I look back on it and on the contrary, I can honestly say it was definitely one of the good things in life.  What makes your life good?

Note:  Good company is essential when trying to accomplish this.  The setting must also be appropriate.  I have many times tried to duplicate this feeling, in other parts of the map, with other people...impossible.  Like Laverne needs Shirley and Dolce needs Gabbana...I need my right kidney.

good day?

When I wake up, I usually know what mood I will be in the rest of the day.  Whether it be good, bad, simple, complicated, so-so, adventurous, etc., it always contributes to what we end up wearing that day.  This morning, when I woke up, I literally felt like I wanted to accomplish something today.  Since I felt accomplished, I felt like looking extra special.  If we look at it the opposite way, the way we look can really affect the way we feel and act.  So why not dress extra special, regardless of how you wake up feeling, in order to turn your day into an accomplished and wonderful one. :) What makes you feel extra special?

Sensi's feeling good.

*On Sensi (my adorable chow chow): silver tory burch reva flats & tweed chanel tote.

see ya latte.

As I am sitting at Starbucks getting my thoughts together, I realized how much time I actually spend here.  Yea, the coffee is good, but I definitely come for the atmosphere.  I am lucky enough to live in downtown L.A., so I see all sorts of people everyday, kind of like an airport in my front yard. It has quite the affect on me.  I usually can focus better at Starbucks than in my own home, even while absorbing my surroundings.  I get inspired by the people, the conversations (yes, I eavesdrop sometimes), the fashion, the dogs,  the baristas, everything.  It is like my little escape haven and inspiration spot in one.

*As I write this, I think I should share a little piece of knowledge my friend shared with me:  if you register your starbucks giftcard you earn points towards becoming a 'gold member' (no, not like Austen Powers), which translates to free coffee, refills, milk options, and tons of things.  For the normal person this doesn't mean much, but for me, it meant a truckload!

 What is your inspirational haven?

**thank you jennifer tso for this priceless information ;)

classically rocking.

Classic rock puts me in a good mood. It could be because I grew up listening to it under the tutorage of my dad, who by the way, still surfs everyday. I do not know what it is, but it just makes me appreciative of everything around me.  My family, the 79 degree weather, the beach, the sky, my friends, even my trials are all reasons for jubilation. Thank you Jim Morrison.  What makes you appreciative and happy? 

"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

how do i say nostalgia in arabic?

 (one day adventure in soho.nyc.)

Sixty-five degree weather, at 9am, on a March morning...not so bad, right???  Wrong.  I have a serious case of nostalgic heebie jeebies today.  What I would do to switch places and be in the 40 degree weather, in Boston, is almost scary.  I think it is funny how you can be in one place, perfectly content, and still miss another like it is your right kidney.  Emotions are weird.  I will go now and embrace my perfect contentment, without a right kidney.

 (my right kidney.  walking to galleria mall. boston.)