Next stop: Chinatown.

spon·ta·ne·ous

spänˈtānēəs/

adjective

performed or occurring as a result of a sudden inner impulse or inclination and without premeditation or external stimulus.

That definition seems to become more of a reality to me than ever this year. What drives a big part of my “adventures” has been done out of impulse or just pure boredom.

Which brings me to today.

Me and my friend Nat (shocker), decided to go visit good ‘ol Chinatown.

This decision was a spare of the moment kind of thing. We got lost at some point, which doesn’t surprise me. But hey, we got there!

SO, if it’s something that was really prominent in Chinatown, it was the street art! They were filled with vibrant colors, and details that you couldn’t miss.

Note: Walking really isn’t that bad when you’re surrounded by such interesting art.

Me & Nat spot cafes like it’s our job.

Raw Sugar, was no disappointment!

This place was detailed to the core, but with the most timeless and vintage pieces that made this cafe unique. Not to mention, that their mocha’s are just...exquisite? excellent? lovely? At this point, going to cafes has become a lifestyle and I am completely okay with that.

After sipping on what felt like heaven, we ventured out, walking from street to street, capturing anything that made us stop in our tracks.

This was until, we found a knickknack store. This store was one of a kind, that's for sure.

Finally, this day couldn’t end on just coffee.

So we felt the need to get Pad Thai.

Review: Never been so satisfied!!!!

With all of that said, adventures don’t always have to be planned.

And, they don’t always have to be so extravagant.

For me; a camera, good company, and a new destination does just the job.

Love,

MC

What shall today bring us?

Hello again.

This past weekend has really been a collection of oddities.

Everyday was something new, and something different.

For once, I didn’t know what to expect.

Today after work, my friend Nat joined me downtown, to venture to who knows what.

We had no plans, no goals, and no particular destination -- We just wanted to see and capture.

I think we succeeded at that.

Hope you guys enjoy the many obnoxious pictures I took of doors, streets, lights, us, etc etc etc.

So it all started with a rooftop…

This rooftop was literally a maze, so of course we took advantage of that.

The feeling of being lost somewhere is pure bliss.

After skipping around the so called rooftoop/maze, we just walked and walked and walked until we saw something interesting. I’m not sure why, but everything was pleasing to the eye.

After freezing our little hands off because of the whole taking pictures at everything we spot kind of thing. We went to a coffee shop. Bridgehead, you are golden.

And that was my Sunday afternoon.

I honestly didn't expect to be even writing a blog post today?

I honestly didn’t even expect to go through the adventure I did today?

But I did, and I am extremely content.

The fact that I get to do what I enjoy, accompanied by people that enjoy the same things through a different lens, really is something I am glad to experience, and share with all of you.

Nat, thank you for being such a rad human being.

Fall, thank you for being the season of creativity. x

Many more excited projects to come!!!

Love,

MC.

Perfectionism? Nah.

DISCLAIMER: In no way am I trying to impose my opinion. This thought has been in my mind recently, and I just wanted to share my opinion about this specific topic. If you agree; sweet. If you don’t; sweet. We’re all human.

Hi, I’m M. Christine.

And I am not perfect.

What are we trying to obtain here?

When we get there, will we be happy?

Is there even a place, such as perfection?

I am an observer.

Ever since I was a little girl, that’s all I’ve ever been.

All these people around me chasing this surreal satisfaction,

eventually trained me into becoming exactly like them.

I was conditioned to reach perfection.

I was conditioned to reach this level that didn’t exist.

For a very long time, I was searching for something that was only created by society.

What exactly is perfectionism teaching all of us?

To never be content with what we have?

To doubt ourselves?

To compare ourselves to others?

Until maybe a few months ago,   

the best thing yet, happened to me.

I got slapped in the face.

Reality slapped me in the face and was like:

“Hey bud, there’s no such thing as perfection.  

You are not perfect.”

Best slap I’ve ever gotten.

 

Personally, I want to be content with all the effort I’ve put in.

I don't want to undermine myself even more, by comparing my journey to someone else’s.

What good is that ever going to do?

And in no way am I saying to not have goals!!!!

Have goals.

Have ambition.

Be confident in your craft.

But being someone you’re not in the process, is probably not the best way to go about it.

We’re all rad human beings, so why the need to be perfect? You’re already fucking great. (Pardon my cursing)

I have no clue where this rant is going anymore.

So I guess I’ll just end this here.  

What do you think about the ideology of perfectionism?  

Feel free to comment below! x

Love,

MC.

06-10-2015 // Girl X.

STORY TIME WITH M.CHRISTINE: Ok so I was just scrolling through Tumblr (as usual, not doing my homework, and stuffing my face with unhealthy food) and I stumbled upon this really haunting, monochromatic/Sepia toned-ish picture that poked my curiosity. I found myself wanting to know more about this picture, and the story behind it. Sadly, there was no story behind this picture; so I created my own. I was inspired by the month of October, it being fall and Halloween tiptoeing right around the corner, I thought why not? I kind of just wrote to write on this one so it may or may not make sense but hey, that’s what writing is for me. Enjoy!

This lovely picture is brought to you by Tumblr. x

Hi,

my name is Girl X.

and that’s about it.

A name,

followed by a brief introduction.

You see, the ‘X’ is silent,

because it mutes my existence from the living.

I have no say.

I’m invisible.

I have no purpose,

like an empty and clear glass, stranded in the middle of the desert.

Although, it’s not like I don’t belong anywhere.

I’m apart of the many other X’d faces that surrounds me.

The only thing that separates us; is acknowledgment.

All dressed in a glaring shade of black,

I faintly trail by, without a notice.

Wearing a protective shield on my face,

covering me into nothingness.

But you wouldn’t know that, would you?

My name is Girl X.

And that’s about it.  

Love,

MC.