an odd occurrence happened to me just the other day ; i realized that the year 2011 is the year i mature into 20, and can no longer qualify to be a ‘teen’. well, in that moment, i may have had some sort of epiphany (okay, maybe just a mildly shocked/interested few minutes..er…seconds). anyhow, due to recent events, ive made a mental list of ‘ingrid’s form of soul searching’, or rather things i will immerse myself in, and stop doing my ‘immature teen’ things (which will be listed below my ‘new me’ list) :

-eat more sushi, and always use chopsticks-get lost in the pages of vogue and daydream of the outfits i will one day have-vintage hunt more-start reading the newyork times (im going to be a big shot writer, might as well start reading what the bigshots have to say)-infinitive will power-maybe try some yoga (it’ll go good with my ‘soul searching’)-have impeccable memory-nice boys finish first.

no more for ingrid: 

-vulnerability-douche bags-having zero memory, aka losing the motto ‘if i dont remember, it never happened’-unrealistic dreaming-naivety-stealing the garlic toast from bp (mmm, might be hard, everyone does it)-checking my beloved blackberry every moment (ill make it every other moment)-no more procrastination-and definitely stop biting my nails.

i plan on sticking to this new out look i have set for myself, and will live by my new motto ; namaste bitches .