Le Lit

Henri de Toulouse . Le Lit

i don't know what it is about this painting but the moment i saw it while i was in paris all i could think of how this could quite possibly be my definition of bliss. one lovely big bed with enormous blankets and nobody else but the love of my life. i love the messiness, its curious angle of the girl leaving the viewer to wonder if she is looking on to her partner... its just one painting that i continue to love every time i see it. It is just so serene and something i would just love to have one day. to be like this... to open my eyes and see whoever he will be.

am i a hopeless romantic?

actually... i hate guys who are super romantic right off the bat.

the irony. do i come off too strong?

Priceless

I can't say i remember ever doing a movie post... but i'm in the mood.

Priceless.
Director: Pierre Salvadori

I'm a fiend when it comes to Audrey Tatou. She has such a timeless face and i got really excited when i heard that she is coming out with a new movie. So i can't say the idea of the movie is very original because to me it seems very reminiscent of Breakfast at Tiffany's... but in that sense i'm excited to see this french twist on Breakfast. They say that Tatou is actually the new Audrey Hepburn... does it help that they have the same first names?

Oak Tree Inn

Happy Lunar New Year!

Last night, while waiting in the car with my grandmother, i asked her what she does everyday. Somehow the conversation went from day by day things that she does to her far far past. We started to talk about how she met my grandpa and what she used to do with her time back then. But the part of the conversation that seemed to stir her the most when she started talking about what her aspirations used to be when she was younger. dreams cut short and quite living in some regret. All i could think was that i didn't want to be this. I couldn't stand to think that i could potentially feel regret in my 60+ years.

I guess now is the time to start moving along.

it's morning

good morning world.

a pack of Guinness
A bottle of Bailey's
& a bottle of Rosé...

4 girls

a guy

and a pizza place.

++++

What a whirlwind of events in the past few days. I'm not quite sure how to sum it up... but for sure i know that its been lazy and relaxed. Maybe it's time to kick into some action but why bother for now?

++++

Guinness is good for you.

In circles...

So today, Debbie and I were trying sort out some shit for new years eve. We came to the conclusion that

1. we don't want to spend a whole lot of money
2. but go big
3. spend it with the people we love
4. look good doing it.

problem is, LA may provide the hottest night clubs and the spot to be at for NYE but how much is it worth it to party at these places that are asking for $100+ just for entrance? And then on top of that, they pack the place to the point where you can't even get drinks or dance. Some of the shittiest most AZN night clubs even jack up their prices to nearly 125 to the priciest i've seen at $10,500! So deb calls ben and asks him after his years of experience whats a good idea, place or thing to do. And what do we get? we find that in the end its just going back to house parties.

So is that the way to go? or should we learn from our own experiences, go to the crap parties that are way too crowded, find that they are crap, and then go back to house parties?

Hello December...

How do you do?

I suppose a funny thing about this month is that it is the last year that my security about a lot of my future seems to end. What I want to do in the following year has never been so much of a question for me since there was always the answer of school. But now that i'm here at the end of the year and next year all i've got is half a year of school left, i wonder what will exactly happen with the rest of it. I'm sure that this has been a question for many seniors and I hardly can believe that i've reached this point in my life where I'm beginning to truly question the future. Honestly, its quite frightening.

On another note, I watched Harry Potter again on ABC family today and couldn't believe how long it had been since i had last watched this film. The best part about it was thinking back on how many times i had gone out to watch a Harry Potter film out at the theaters and who i went with for each one of the situations. Best of all, i remember the first time that i went to go watch Harry Potter and it was when I was in middle school. And now.. what, nearly 10 years later... i think, how much of a difference there has been from the first one to the latest. Even funnier is the fact that now when i listen to the dialogue in the movie, i pick up on small English slang that i would have never figured or heard before. Its incredible... in fact i'm tempted to read the books over again... but maybe not the last two because they were a bit of a drag to read through. But don't get me wrong, i think JK Rowling is still quite the genius.

In any case, finals are this week and all i can think about is how much i'm ready to get them over with. I'm tired of school and i desperately want the winter break to start. This quarter has been a wreck. I've been lost, confused, frustrated, and ready for a milkshake.

missing the point

We're into the week nine of school right now and i can't help but think how so many times i've written a blog entry about how times pass so quickly. if thats all that i think about, i wonder if there is something i'm missing. Thanksgiving is literally around the corner and as far as i'm concerned, Professor Bach killed my childhood conception of what thanksgiving is supposed to be like. Especially at the part when the native Americans were all killed by the "grace of God" and that the pilgrims were giving thanks for being the chosen people. Does this make sense? In lieu of this explanation, the new holiday spirit is in place and i am truly excited about thanksgiving. Especially since i haven't been able to take a breather for the last however long its been. School has just totally taken over my life and the small things to get excited for seem to be nonexistent. I'm missing england and i miss my friends from abroad... its not much you can do but wait it out and hope that the feelings become less and less painful.

President Barack Obama

I would never have thought that I would witness such an immense day in history. People across the world watched as the 44th president of the United States of America was selected by the nation. Even if by popular vote Obama won by only a few percent, that margin is still large enough for me to believe that the country spoke up about who they wanted. I'm so excited for change to come and how Obama has already broken down so many barriers. I'm so glad to have shared this evening with my parents and my closest friends. This is definitely a day that will never be forgotten.

Congratulations President Barack Obama.

Cool Breeze

September always provides to be a really exciting month for me. It's full of emotions, cached with surprises, and extremely exhausting. I love that the summer months are ending and that school is coming back into session. I hate that the summer months are ending and that school is coming back into session. I grow older by a year with every september that passes. I even get a wisp of Yom Kippur if i'm lucky and if not, i get to have Autumn start in September. Its like that desperate heat of the summer ceases to exist and the cool breeze of winter slowly wafts the scent of fall into the air. I've missed the cold of england. I've missed england. And this may possibly be the last year that i start school again in september after a summer of wishful thinking.

sweetness.

xx

Barking Dogs

Well, Hello there August. I've jumped right past you July and figured why not just have an affair with the newbie.

its been strange how life seems to be at a constant standstill. time doesn't move, nothing changes and yet somehow... everything still does manage to situate itself differently. August is supposed to full of changes, move ins and outs, finding a job, having a good time, birthdays and the whole shebang. What we've got here is a dead end job at the parent's joint and managing some time to learn French. 10 Minutes a day and i should be ready to leave for Paris.. or montreal. whatever.

The dogs outside bark so loudly that I think they are telling me that I'm back in california. England was so quiet... even crickets didn't seem to be as prevalent. Noise pollution at its best here in southern CA. 

What i need more than anything is to travel again. Something inside me dies every time i receive emails about the the latest deals to the furthest paradise.