I love hearing my mum sing, 

especially when she does so while cooking or cleaning.

So oblivious to everything else, genuinely singing from the inside-out.

I love British accents. I find them quite enthralling.

I love driving, driving to nowhere in particular,

and ending up at some great unexpected place.

I love those little moments...

the ones where you're heading back home from school

or walking from one place to another, when all of a sudden,

you feel this sort of burst within you, your heart gradually swelling up,

and you know it, you just know that you're alive.

That warmth that swarms within you, a static that makes you tremble, 

gives you goosebumps, a temper that let's you know you're capable of love. 

You are love itself wandering about.

(or perhaps that's just me?)

I love quirky lyrics, such as those of Tegan and Sara.

I love sad depressing music, it makes me content.

I love the rush of being young and in-run.

For some odd reason, late night coffee always seems to taste better.

I love coffee. The smell of it, the taste of it. It's addictive-ness. 

Films are most inspiring during the A.M of late nights.

Vivid dreams worth writing down--

a capsule of the brilliance of your unconscious state of mind.

The colored variety of chop-stick covers at Panda Express.

It's these little things...the little details that stand out, 

that stick with me.