it’s what art historians do.

Intimes Sensations by Paolo Roversi . Vogue Paris 2007 October

i’ve been staring at this picture for a few minutes now… there’s just something classical about that cat.

so much controversy discussed about manet’s olympia… one could argue that kittens are the new fashion accesories (le gasp) but for some reason i don’t see it that way. i am just really attracted to this picture for some reason. the pose, the cigarette, and the sweater. i’m a sucker for nice sweaters. oh and cigarettes.

university causes narcolepsy

my collage for visual arts this week is going to feature a caramel machiatto. i kept trying to save the cups from blenz but i keep putting it in the trash accidentally or rinsing the cup out with water (my mother is a clean freak and will yell at me if she catches me leaving a sticky cup anywhere) so it’s my excuse for getting so many cups of coffee in the past week. hopefully my imitation-picasso-styled-collage plan will not fail me. the theme is so general i don’t know where to start with the stupid collage… and the coffee just kind of gets to me these days so yeah i’m just rambling on and on…

my paper is due on tuesday, it’s five pages and i haven’t started. i’m not so worried (and have been putting it off) because we’re allowed rewrites, it just messes me up because i’d rather have a full month to do this thing well in one shot, rather than have it due in a week and having to redo it. heh. missed the meeting for dsc community service but that’s okay, i promise i would bake lots later for the events to follow.

last night was pretty crazy. cyn, luzzy and i went to the grand opening of envy at sonar. i have to say, it wasn’t the best time of my life but it wasn’t too horrible either. we could’ve gotten in for free because we were the losers that were first in line, and the first hundred girls get in free. i had an idea of how the evening would go after 15 minutes of standing in the freezing cold, and seeing a million hongers lining up for this event. so we went in, drank a bit, and finally two hours later it was starting to feel like we’re actually at a club and it’s just the usual… big-ass crowd dancing, big-ass crowd at the bar, drinking, drinking, going out for a smoke, drinking and then going to the washroom… was pretty pissed off when they stopped the music and (i won’t say his name) started this lame speech about how the “party’s going down” but we need a minute of silence for some promoter guy who died just recently. then after the “minute of silence in respect for whoever-it-is”, (insert name i won’t say) started going off about a booty-shaking contest. talk about originality and the appropriate timing, if he really cared he should’ve at least said something memorable to really commemorate the death.. but it’s just about the booty and .. well, the booty.

the booty was mediocre, my friend cyn went up and to be honest… the three other girls didn’t really have much booty to speak of. anyway they all won something, and i had dirty drinks spilled on me and mysterious stains which i found the next morning, so yeah. maybe no more clubbing for me for a while. in the end i just end up with dehydration and dirty shoes. bah.

luckily we had oscar drive us home :D ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ today we spent the day together trying to study. fell asleep because university causes narcolepsy, but it’s not so bad when you have someone to pass out with :) :) :) ♥ ♥ ♥

roar

trashcans need to come with lids, and dogs? BIBS. my dog was barking just now when everyone was about to sleep, so i open the door from the garage to let her out through the front door into the yard, and because she rebels against MY authority (never my dad’s for some reason) she ran towards the kitchen and stuck her head in the trashcan. then she continued her terror by lightly jogging towards the front door, dripping little bits of rice and what seemed like slobber or soap ALL OVER THE FLOOR.

BAHHH. mangy animal.

paris, mon amour

what i would give to be sitting in a café under paris night lights with oscar right now, sipping a hot chocolate and nibbling on a little croissant.

there’s been a longing in my heart to go back ever since i walked into the charles de gaulle airport with my two-and-a-half-weeks-worth of dirty laundry…

sigh.

This and that.

i feel old. it’s a weird thing to confess, because i’m sure people who are my elder will tell me i am still so young. it’s a strange thing, to feel both old and young at the same time. it all occurred to me when i was over at luzzy fuzzy’s house and her family friends came over. they had a little girl around the age of 7? 8? similar age as luzzy fuzzy’s little sister, lizzie (i am always amused by their names…) and they were the absolute epitome of youth. when you look at their face you can tell they don’t worry much and they always look like they just went frolicking in a field even though it’s pouring rain and dreary outside. it’s unfair, how we don’t remember much of our youth but it seems like such a happy-go-lucky time. as i grow older, i feel lucky to know more but sometimes i really wonder if ignorance really was bliss?

so i ignored my paper for 10 minutes and watched lizzie’s hamster run around the carpet with their family friend’s kid. i rather enjoy these moments when i can just be mindless. it’s also one of the good points about having a pet (or younger sibling), because you’re not expected to churn out 8-page papers or recite the date, style, and period of specific paintings and plays.

Oh the little things in life.

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