i love pt. un

i mean how the heck did we already jump into this so quick?

i love this month because there are hearts everywhere. & if you live in the usa you know how much this month is all over the place. valentinish stuff on the windows of stores, hearts in the shapes of cookies & chocolates, on kids shirts, & just everywhere. man i love heart stuff. i love stars but hearts are too cute as well. my latest collection is of hearts in the form of paperweights made of heavy glass or marble. im trying to hold off buying some that i saw until after v-day but i dont know how long thatll last. im def. wanting the alabaster red heart from barnes & nobles. (pic. aboved) i hope its there when i get to it. ooh & the ones at world market. i heart them.

okay enough of that.

umm what else is on my mind? umm how this weather sucks. ive been tired of sitting at home. & though most days i dont do a whole lot-seems as if in sucky weather everything feels very limited.

im dreaming of walking around bleecker street & the west village ooohing & aaahing over stumbling upon stores that wouldnt ever be seen here in nc. i can see myself just getting lost once again in & out of the streets imagining a life there. i love thinking about me living in the city. ahhhhh.

i cant stop picturing places ive been to. for instance, there are some spots that you are standing or sitting at & you know that this place will often be visited in your head again & again. like

~the chinese restaurant all dark & bricky with fab. tiny dishes in the village.

~the lobby of the W when i walked in

~of the narrow streets in seville that twist & turn & lead you onto a spill of small local shops of olives stuffed with garlic in big barrels along with limey peppers & of bakeries that sell fresh cinn. twists that would go lovely with tea in the morning.

~of the mosque in kuala lampur where i had to wear a blue burkha to be able to go upstairs & sit inside where when i prayed, my eyes spilled with tears.

~of the little dhaba/local type place i went to & had dosa & sambhar in the evening while on my walk in the neighborhood while talking to the owner there.

~of the rest. i sat at & had a plate of biryani with a cooling pink drink made of milk & jello pieces where right above me the fans were on & every few minutes water was sprayed to help cool you off.

~of the hammock in the middle of the pool next to the bar there in cancun. how i sank right in while the sun glowed atop.

~of the boat swaying while in transit from marco polos airport to lido.

~of walking around trying to get to the bullring in port.

~of dubai-esp. when i was sitting at the little desi club while watching the pretty desi girls dancing alongside eating roti with mattar paneer hearing my mom humming alongside one of the songs being played.

~of paris-the first time i laid my eyes on the tower while crossing a very busy street.

~of walking out onto the street in london & watching a protest live. & of later on finding a little tiny cutsey bakery where hot coffee never tasted better but did even more alongside a tiny pastry & overhearing locals conversations. remember that (dahling?)

oh i can go on & on but i need to stop. does that ever happen to you? you stand in a moment & think that you want to be totally in this moment as not to miss a beat so you can savor it later when youre sitting on your couch at home or driving around town. its like a mental picture you take that will go with you wherever you may be.