Xiamen I

Infinite

"We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. 

We’re connected to reality by the same line. 

All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me."

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Oceans. Sand. Trees.

So my first summer break has officially ended with the new semester starting tomorrow, or rather today, since it's already past 12. The past week in back in Shanghai has been pretty eventful. I spent quite a bit of time with my aunt's lovely puppy, made a huge and rather sudden decision of moving out of the school's dormitory (finally) and into a shared apartment out of campus, and therefore I'm expecting a very different experience this semester with my three new housemates.

Excited or anxious? I'm not sure... maybe a bit of both. But here I am, sitting comfortably in my new room despite the fact that I am only halfway through unpacking everything. The weather has been lovely these days, sometimes a tad too cold for early September, but I'm not complaining as long as I see some gentle sunlight in the day. :')

Here's a quiet k-indie mix I was listening to tonight:

clouds from antinomy on 8tracks Radio.

Because every night I still keep you in my thoughts before they turn into dreams.

Good night.

Fluffy Puff

Haven't felt such simple comfort and happiness in very a long time. I have this fluff of fur ball lying on my crossed legs, peacefully placing her paws on my them as I'm typing this entry right now and it's pretty much the loveliest feeling I've had in a while. It's real, it's genuine, it's naive and it's innocent.

A few moments ago I found her huffing and puffing, and figured maybe she's thirsty. Silly girl then licked the water dispenser for a good whole minute, and I just squat beside her cage to watch. Because it is that straightforward. Any action from her must be because of a specific need. If she's squeaking and whining, she's most likely wanting your attention to get her away from where she's at (such a baby); if she's speedily running around the house and constantly trying to charge at you and then run away from you, she probably wants to play. There are no lies, no acting, no double standards. Happiness is shown if she feels it, and the guilty look on her face when I caught her digging up the dustbin's content and making a mess in the kitchen, oh god, I can almost hear her whisper 'oh shit, time to run'. It's impossible not to be smile at her. :')

I love to feel her tiny heart beating against my skin. It's a beautiful sign of life, making me feel ever so thankful to exist on this earth, to witness and experience all these little miracles lovingly created by God; it's a sweet and silent comfort and that makes me feel less alone and more content.

To put it simply, feeling her feeling at ease beside me, makes me feel at ease, too.
So safe, so secure, so peaceful.
Everything I need to feel right now.