Monday, May 28, 2012

Happy Memorial Day.

This morning consisted of fruit cider and a bit of baking in le sun. 
I wore my two-piece bathing suit with a pair of shorts out of modesty, but I forgot to consider the fact that they were high-waisted. My new tan is charming, to say the least.

Sun-drying tomatoes.

Love my boos.

Hope everyone had a lovely, relaxing three-day weekend.
love, c.

"You're all new!"

Free beers, fresh spring rolls, Parisian men, windy beaches, day-long shopping trips, fancy Italian dinners with wine, and a midnight trip to the hookah bar.

It has been quite a long weekend. I'm exhausted, but nevertheless left feeling refreshed and polished.

I've shed an old skin (ew) and built a lot of happy memories as my renewed self. I no longer fear having this city to myself next year, even though a week ago I imagined myself wallowing in the absence of the what-I-used-to-haves.
Now, I have better. I feel that I have the permanence of the love and support I desire and deserve. So yes, everything is going to be alright.

Hugs from Andre, named for its champagne color.


Happy Memorial Day (holiday yay), world.
love, c.

Friday, May 25, 2012

I am the terminator

Ceci here, I just broke into Caro's house and taking over her computer. Mohahahahaha.
Anyways, we're just hanging around while we are waiting for her as always. That girl loves her vanity station. But I still lover her.

Hoping to have a great Memorial Day weekend with friends and wine.
Have a good one everybody.
See you on the other side.
/Ceci

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Time should be considered a distance.

The camera is focused on you as you stand up from the couch. Bewildered, you look around the audience and set your eyes on me. You wiggle your fingers, asking for my hand.
As you sit back down on the couch with me next to you, Y giggles and says "this is what loved ones are for".

I watch the video clip quietly, as my fuzzy memory is corrected through the camera lens. My heart aches a bit, and my stomach turns. I'm forced to recognize the way my emotions were constructed then, a year ago when my hair was cropped up to my ears, and I walked around the house wearing my pink slippers.

Phew.

A touch of helium into my self-esteem balloon.

I am beginning to believe that I am a very likable person, no longer only to small children (who see me as their own kind), but also to adults.
I think it's partially because I actually have interest in their studies now, which reflects in the way I make jokes and ask further questions, blah blibbity blah blah..

The main point of this post: I'm so happy to have changed majors.
love, c.


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

I can tell that we are gonna be friends?

I casually asked my History of East Asia professor what he knew about sexual education in South Korea and Japan today. He took the long way around campus to speak with me, and as I admired his sunglasses lined with rhinestones our conversation digressed into his mild rant about the criticisms he received from students who "don't realize this is just a survey class!"

I'm glad I was there for him to let out some steam (:

Happy hump day, world.
love, c.

P.S. I got an A on my Social Research class midterm.

Happy to be an official nerd. Cheers.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I am surrounded by people that I love that love me back.

Photos from Friday, yet again.

We are happy.

Very happy.
Here my memory is fuzzy.

Dancing jelly.

(:

The weekend, briefly.

Sun God just happened on Friday. At the Lighthouse, we served pink panty droppers and fruit cider which left its residents and friends very happy and cheerful, albeit a bit drunk. 

Photos by A.

Pretending to be Kanye.

My darlings.

The party people of le lighthouse.

I have a generally fuzzy memory of the entire day, but I clearly remember the Macklemore performance (I am so smitten with him), the smell of summer and the exhilaration I felt as I danced near the rave stage as the time neared midnight, my lei flying up in my face and my shoulder bag bouncing happily on my bottom. I probably danced for at least half of that day.
Needless to say, I slept very soundly that night.

Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend! Happy Tuesday.
love, c.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Everything fell into place.

A very spontaneous Calle Nuevan gathering happened tonight. We all ended up in the same living room by 2 o'clock in the morning.
The time passed slowly, with ease and comfort as usual. Our friendships picked up exactly where we left off.
I can't believe this is all ending soon.
I love, love, love you all and will miss every single one of you so, so much.

c.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Monday I wished were Friday, the Friday I wished were Monday.

I can never seem to make up my mind.



Monday is well on its way! Wishing everyone a lovely week.
love, c.

Missed the boat.

My friends and I attended a dry campus dance along with a handful of 18 year-olds in hopes of spending some quality time together on a nice cruise. As it turns out, there was no boat to begin with. But they did kindly provide a shuttle to send us to our destination--the ferry station.
The moment we arrived, A and I devoured a plate full of quesadillas while we bounced around to the music. We were consumed with hunger for the first hour. We later held our positions in front of the chocolate fountain with skewers full of strawberries and bananas.
While Ce and W spent their evening gambling, A and I eventually wandered over to the dance floor to observe our much younger counterparts get their freak on. The four of us took frequent breaks from our respective activities to take tons of pictures in a photo booth.
So despite the initial disappointment of having to stay on land, we had our share of fun.








In a few hours, I will be forced to face the tragedy that is my three loads of laundry and a paper due on Monday.

Wishing everyone a fun and eventful weekend!
love, c.




Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Wednesday Shenanigans.

A bit reminiscent of a famous pair of twins..
Had to dance.
I don't know what to say about this, sorry.
YCCe

To the world, this is what we do in between study breaks.

love, c.