aardvark

sometimes i really miss it.

that overwhelming omg-i-am-here feeling. i dont think words or pictures are enough to describe the monumental surge of emotions a person can have, the kind when you are at the brink of tears of joy.

i remember those two days where the photos above were taken, possibly one of the two hottest days in Paris. the weather was unpredictable everyday so most of the time we went out clad in jeans and long sleeves. really glad ive kept a daily journal. because everything i need to relive my days are in that little brown book.

oh and to be completely honest, Paris is not as romantic as it seems. i think it is wayyy overrated. 

it would definitely still be worthy of places to go and i have no regrets whatsoever that i went; however, i doubt that i would want to go back for the second time because once was enough. IF i were to ever go back it would solely be for Eiffel and The Lourve. i used to think Paris was my destination for romance, but im crossing that out of my honeymoon list. maybe it was the dodgy area we resided in, but even so, ask anyone who's been to Paris recently and im sure they'd say Paris is overrated.

suddenly reminiscing because i was showing my sister some stuff i bought for her from my trip.

also my mom said what a horrible shopper i am for buying so little things. i was making a mental list of the things i bought, and even my mom says it wasnt much, that she gave me a tiny joking lecture on how i was too stingy. never have i ever heard my mom or even myself think that i shopped too little. hahahaha!