Friday, December 26, 2008

Snow, Snow and More Snow!

Having endured spending "consumer holiday" trapped indoors watching people eating turkey, I decided to treat myself to a little bit of internet shopping binge. As it is appropriate to spend a gross amount of money on excessive materialism during the month of December, I bought two pairs of shoes on Spring I normally buy all my shoes second hand because a) a self-righteous vegetarian like myself never buys leather goods new in placing a demand for the market and b) I simply cannot afford to buy new shoes. This Christmas I indulged in buying new while adhering to my morals and budget for both pairs are on sale and neither of them are made of real leather, Hurray!

Unfortunately, I am unable to upload pictures of my newly ordered shoes, because won't let me download them for copy right reasons. So I'm afraid I'm just going to have to take pictures of them once they arrive. But I will say that one of them is a pair of multi strapped, tan ballet flats for spring and summer (I am a little early and over zealous, I know) and the second are a pair of ass-kicking, knee high combat boots for rest of the long winter months. Perhaps the most paradoxical purchace I have ever made, but they are amazing nevertheless. Stay tuned for photos...

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

At last, I am finished!

As I finished my last exam for the semester, I breathed a sigh of relief; It feels good to be free at last!
It's been super cold lately and I am afraid to imagine what the rest of winter is going to be like. Perhaps like all sun-lovers, I am experiencing some mild symptoms of SAD and along with quitting smoking, I am extremely agitated and petulant. However, my days have been pretty livable for I have found new love in a band called "Moriarty". A 6 piece, independent French Cabaret/Folk/Blues band with a female singer, who sounds like Billie Holiday. Full of beautiful progressions and soulful melodies they go well with any amount of snow, I think my winter will be alright.
Sooooo cold~

I didn't even get to wiggle in my dress it was so cold.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Outing with Mickey

Biopsych is no more! Just finished another grueling final yesterday, and as soon as I was finished I recycled all my notes. I swear, if I see or hear words like "action potential", "hormone receptor" or "hypothalamus" I'm going to lose my shit and blow my jaw off with two guns.

Today is the first day where I can exhale (exams are like bad need to hold your breath and power your way through them), and actually physically leave the house to do something leisurely I'd say it's about time because I was starting to turn purple and hallucinate from sensory deprivation. It's hazy and foggy out and I am going out downtown with Dan in a few and I am excited as ever...about both the mist and breaking out of my voluntary confinement.

Friday, December 5, 2008

1 Down and 3 More to Go

I just got home from completing my first exam and it sure feels liberating! I have one more tomorrow then I get a week to study for my remaining two, coming up next weekend.

Throughout the course, I have learned much about interpersonal relationships but found that the theories explaining the relationship phenomenons simply do not delve deep enough to account for the complexity of intimate interactions. For example, attachment theories are too broad, and a lot of the components do not take static factors such as personality into consideration --- perhaps the reason why a man is considered "insecure" in his attachment behaviors as an adult is because he was a very precocious boy. Thus in his case, his independent nature can be misattributed by some as him being distant and uninvolved.

I felt like crap today because I am stressed and breaking the fuck out (there are three zits on my face), so I decided to hide in my most fuzzy and comfortable "abstract art" sweater and I gotta say, giant, thrifted sweaters are the best!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Totally Irrelevant

For some reason, I have this vivid image in my head of a young woman in a full-skirted trench coat wearing a cloche hat and with painted red lips, standing at a train station with tears in her eyes watching her husband drifting into the horizon with the train. Along with this image I have also a story that goes with it. They were married for merely three months, and the husband was shipped to France during World War II as a part of the mission of the Normandy Invasion. He of course, like so many others died during the battle and so he never returned to his wife back at home. The message of his death was lost along the way therefore never reached her, so she waited and waited...not knowing that he had died during the war, she spent her whole life waiting for him to come home.

I'm sure there are many tragic love stories out there like mine (though, it isn't much of a story as it is just a scenario resulting from the the random synaptic firings in my head), but as not a pessimist but a realist, these epic love tales are never truthful to real life. As much as I would like to believe in ever lasting love, the statistics on divorce rates in North America paints a picture so bleak, so that any ideal thus fragile notions would become frozen solid, brittle over time then eventually shattered and destroyed...this makes me a sad but an honest panda...
"Why would people vow to love each other forever, then part ways after only several years?" "If it's possible to fall out of love then why would people lie and promise eternity to one another?"...
If you think I am going to propose my theory or arrive at a conclusion on the beliefs of love over the years of experiences and many cases of trail and error then you think wrong, my friend. The truth is, though I have been studying the dynamics of human integrations and behaviors for the past four years, "love" like many other unmeasurable intangibles, can only be inferred, but not understood completely. Therefore, any attempt to solve or even to conceptualize the great mystery of "love' can only be deemed as mere route of possibilities, not definitive answers.

So, we're back to square one, "what is love?" (refrain from singing "baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more") Check out these outfits while you pounder about it...

I apologize if you can't see the details on my shirt, but it's a polka dot shirt (the dots are really tiny).Robin is totally the underdog, that's why I love him!

I had the white dress since I was 13...I'm pleasantly surprised that it still fits but regretfully saddened by my stunted growth.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Procrastination Truly is an Art !

Foist and foremost, I'd like to wish one of my best friends, Dora a happy happy first day of being 25! You are more beautiful and wise than ever, I wish the best for your upcoming years...stay awesome!

Now for the not-so-celebrated-news, my first batch of finals are less than two days! Yet I am blogging and updating outfit pictures. I promised I'd take a picture of my purple skirt, diamond sweater ensemble once I set up my camera for "self-portrait". Well, I tend to always keep my words, so here it is...

I'm wearing a different pair of shoes for I had left my semi-combat boots at Dan's house, but I think these achieve the same effect?

Here is what I wore yesterday to Dora's birthday party and I gotta say, the hat was definitely the money maker. All I need is a tobacco pipe and a tweed jacket with elbow patches to complete the proverbial "professor look".