Da'an

I am complicated and too thin.
But you can call me Da'an.
j'aime la vie que j'habite.
Oh, and I'm the greatest thing since green Jell-o.
i really find it difficult to answer such a general question as this. to tell you about myself could take years or a single moment yet neither would be completely accurate nor fully encompassing. why? i am constantly evolving; i think we all are, just at different rates. i believe balance is the key to happiness and well-being. for now, i am young and spontaneous and passionate, sometimes more than for my own good. though, despite what some of my friends might think, i think i think too much at times. i am understanding and try never to judge others. i hate when people try to be something they are not. i think that if everyone tried to be different, everyone would be the same and no one would be what they really are; false individuality becomes conformity, right? i try to stay true to who i am. i am a dreamer, an idealist, an opportunist, and a vegetarian. i am sort of like a tale of wistful unrequited love, of a Shakespearean tragic hero but never of lost opportunity. i strive for things that i'm told i cannot achieve. i would say i'm different but so would everyone on Myspace so instead i'll admit that i am weird and random and completely aware of this. i do not always make the best first impression. i'm often not considered appealing or rare because i talk too much, have little shame, and refuse to slip into the glamourous life of MTV-taught-me-how-to-sulk-and-love-nothing. but don't worry about me, bébé, cos i don't give a fuck! sometimes i like to play shy to convince people i'm innocent (the appearance of innocence is mistaken for trustworthiness). i like to just chill out in my daze of continued morning-after haze. "i'm a lover not a fighter but i'll crack ya teeth." i can be confusing; sometimes i confuse myself. and man, do i love it! (:
if you're interested to learn more about me, read my blog called my affirmation.
A Prayer For Serenity:
Lord,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things
I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
i like: water. good conversationalists. Dior. white sheets. swimming at night. the word "bright". long eyelashes. dancing like no one is watching. the beach at sunrise. talented women named Kate or Cate (including Kate Winslett, Cate Blanchett, Mary-Kate Olsen, but especially Kate Moss). a sincere smile. healthy waifs. when she called out my name. rain in the city. meditating with music. Nelly Furtado. bistros. unique vocal tones. Hedi Slimane. sharing. the way i look the morning after. accents. orange winter skies. the hearbeat of another. people who can use chopsticks. photography. the smell of freshly cut grass. red British telephone boxes. my dog. Yohji Yamamoto. when people sing with their eyes closed and kiss with their eyes open. the arc de triomphe. red sneakers. butter chicken. criticizing overly priced items in posh shops. green pens. Gavin Rossdale. limes over lemons. guitars. witty remarks. androgynous male models. DJs. crepes. traveling by train. good news and good surprises. anthropology. big black sunglasses. girls who like to wear dresses and speak their mind. Calvin Klein ads. those who are fashionably sensitive but too cool to care. garlic. well-worn blue jeans. warm voices. cold eyes. Gemma Ward. Sumatra coffee from Starbucks with 2 milks and 6 sugars. headphones. the French language. black polish on toenails. blended lime margaritas. Eddie Klint. wildflowers. good bodies. beautiful faces with something to say. short but memorable quotes. drinks without straws. Prada. old trees. my metabolism. the summer breeze. confidence. green jell-o.
why do all good things
come to an end?
i don't like: prejudices. slush. roadkill. people who try too hard. unneeded teen angst. body odour. papercuts. chunky milk. George Bush. people who hate George Bush because it's fashionable. dry skin. urinals. sliced bread. socks with holes. obsessive tatooing. those nights i ran out into the cold. single hole punches. wearing a wrist watch. fanny packs. peer pressure. extremely throaty voices. being tied to a cell phone. shirts with Japanese anime characters printed on the back. unkept promises. ground beef. arrogance. grillz (be they diamond, silver, or gold - with the exception of Flavor Flav, ye ye!). dust. being played. sneezing. bad kissers. child labour. hesitations. when the second haHA is stressed. failing. the distinct smell of Kendra's old carpet. when the butterflies in my stomach seem like they're dancing with daggers. false smiles. hypocrits. when people forget where they came from. ignorance. ulterior motives.
the more things change,
the more they stay the same.
I want to be wanted not needed.
Dreams for plans:
(1) Go to NYC for my birthday.
(2) Don't settle when chosing a partner.
(3) Be completely inspired by a new perspective.
(4) Graduate in BAS and get into grad school.