remember the first day of freshman year of college when we were nothing but a name and a dot on the map at the front of the hall?
remember when we did not cry when our parents left us in those rooms too cramped for all of our expectations (and, perhaps, naïveté)?
remember the first…
powerful, refreshing, and relevant
Santa Cruz getaway with my best friend :)
lovedd this movie. one of my favorites from pixar
04/08/13 Baptism, Alameda Beach
Thank You for the cross, Jesus.
“I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.” Galatians 2:20 (NASB)
So today I went to the Livermore Outlets. As I browsed through the store shelves of J.Crew, Michael Kors, and Banana, I heard a comment from a woman that stuck with me through out the day.
"Oh honey, nothing tastes as good as skinny feels".
Really? I mean… really. I’ve heard of this quote before, first said by Kate Moss, a size 00 English model from the 1990s. The quote bugged me when Kate said it, and it bugged me now. I was irritated, by this woman, by Kate, and by our materialistic world for shaping the thoughts of ordinary people to believe that happiness and beauty could be found by the number on a small tag on the inner lining of your pants.
I can think of a million things that taste better than skinny feels. Like that in-n-out burger with fries & a shake I ate after spending an entire day riding down water slides with a handful of my best friends. Like the Porto’s pastries my roommates drove all the way down from SoCal just because they knew how much I loved them. Like the million Mickey D chicken nuggets I split with my teammates at 2am the night before a big water polo game.
Yolo to Kate Moss
UC Berkeley 2nd year 2012-2013
Parker Apt Pictures— love my roomies.
Andrew Kuo Photography
So tumblr has become very foreign to me, I realized I rarely ever post on it anymore. Maybe just the casual reblog every month or two for the past year or so. I tend to check my tumblr more when I should be doing more important things like studying for finals, or when I have nothing to do at all, like this morning as I lie in bed with my cheeks swollen from my recent wisdom tooth extraction. And then as I was scrolling down my newsfeed, I realized that 50 years from now I would look back on my tumblr and feel empty. Rarely anything on my tumblr is from me. It’s just all a bunch of stupid photos/memes/jokes I reblogged at the time for my own amusement. But none of these posts say anything about me, or my life, my friends, my family, the things I’ve seen, the places I’ve gone. So I’m going to make this tumblr my own, and for those curious cats who are reading this now, welcome to the inner most thoughts of Alina Zhang. As I’m still trying to figure everything out on this crazy ride called life, I want to invite you to join me on my journey.