GIRLS

I forgot to mention that Girls Season 2 is coming out in two days! The only "white" series I've watched so far are all from HBO (Flight of the Conchords, Game of Thrones, Girls) and I love them to bits.  

I don't know if Lena Dunham is the voice of our generation, but as a twenty something year old woman I can definitely relate to the characters trying to make sense of themselves... and mostly about accepting the fact that most of the time it doesn't make sense. I'm far from what I've pictured for myself ten years ago, but it's okay that we don't have it all figured out. We have to be good to ourselves along the way.

For your information, Girls episodes may not contain as much nudity and epic violence as Game of Thrones, but they make up in randomness and awkward sex scenes, love it!!


"Buy yourself flowers because boys don't "

Domestic Goddess

On some days I aspire to becoming a successful marketing director. 

But on most days I just dream of becoming a domestic goddess...

Afternoon reading on the balcony nook...

Steal my boyfriend's bike and turn it into a fabulous bathroom furniture...

 Change the flower water everyday, always have flowers in each room (or each corner of my gigantic loft)

Serve dinner on the rooftop terrasse, perhaps do some roof hopping into the sunset...

 My dream gown. With sleeves of course!

If I can't be a domestic goddess, I'd at least want a SMEG qui trône quelque part dans la cuisine.

The best is yet to come

I've been awfully quiet on this blog for the last few months (it's always been sporadic anyways), and I can't promise it will change in 2013, since blogging for me has always been about spontaneity and randomness.  The irony of working in marketing & communication -_-    Being constantly on the lookout for new, exciting content and writing writing on the company's blog/social networks but neglecting my own little cyberspace...

For Christmas the Moose and I bought the following lens: Nikkor 50mm F1.4     I'm so happy about it, yet everyday I continue to read something new about photography and I get discouraged by how little I know.

Est-ce que je vous ai dit que j'ai des OSTIS DE GROS MOLLETS maintenant? Oui c'est horrible, c'est  aussi gros que les bras d'un champion de dragonboat, et vous pouvez imaginer sur un corps de midget comme moi.  Merci aux 5 étages sans ascenseur de mon appart et mon abonnement vélib.

Grandma's thermos

C'est en nous promenant à l'Emmaeus de Bastille (sorte de Village des Valeurs parisien, en + classe lol) que je suis tombée sur un article de maison de mon enfance lointain en Chine. Bien sûr, il était posé beaucoup trop haut sur l'étagère pour que je puisse le saisir toute seule. D'où l'importance d'avoir un grand chum. Bref, à la vue de cet objet, pleins de souvenirs ont refait surface dans ma tête, des souvenirs inséparables de mes grandmères et de leur cuisine. 

Des thermos DEER BRAND avec de grosses pivoines ou des fleurs de pruniers, toutes les familles en Chine en avaient un!  Il suffisait de faire bouillir une grosse chaudière d'eau le matin et on avait de l'eau chaude pour toute la journée avec ces thermos. Pas seulement pour se faire du thé mais également pour faire la vaisselle, se laver les cheveux, etc. 

Pour la plupart des gens ces thermos deer brand représenteront des objets vintages très déco au charme vieillot, mais de mon côté, cette grosse bouteille est totalement indissociable de mon enfance année 80 :)

Cheap thrill: bought for 4.50 euros!!

A little update on my drinking ability

STILL CAN'T DRINK IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.
Seriously, it's like the main defining characteristic about me. 

This girl came to Paris for 4 days, perks of being a doctor and being able to use 'attend medical conferences' all around the world as an excuse to travel more. Miss you already Yang!!

Ti-Punch créole. I barely touched it with my lips, that's how weak I am.

Nice waiters are as rare as peanut butter in France. Basically non existent.  Why is that? Maybe it's part of the charm in a twisted way, but I'll never get used to it.

By the way, this picture is not for racist purposes Huilong, I know what you're thinking -_-  She was one of the only smily waitresses in entire Paris.

sous la pluie

-It's so hard to make friends. Meeting people, not so much, but making a real connection seems impossible. Just makes me miss even more the goofballs back in Montreal. But it seems like no one wants to add me on Skype, AGAIN MY USERNAME IS yilizhuzhu  add me or don't complain that I never give any news >:O   Don't forget, it goes both ways, you know who you are -_-

-I know the rue du Cherche-Midi like the back of my pocket now, but have yet to bump into M. Gerard Depardieu
-During my first week in Paris I went to buy a flat iron and met in the store my crush  Louis Garrel, but I was too stunned by his evengreaterlooksinreallife and just stared at my feet/hiding behind Axel  WHILE MY DOG FRIGGIN WENT UP TO HIM AND SMELLED HIS FEET AND STOLE A SMILE FROM HIM.
-Haven't eaten a croissant yet since I got here. NOT ONE. And I live above a bakery, shame on me.
-UHT milk isn't so bad after all. I still prefer fresh milk, but one of the perks of UHT milk is that you can keep tons of it outside of your tiny French fridge.
-Explored a lot of cours intérieures by playing around with the digicodes/stalking people living inside
-Watched  Les amants du Pont Neuf, it confirmed my thoughts on being a hobo in Paris; sad yet glamorous.

A true Parisian balcony. Not mine ;)

merci

Thankful for all that life has brought my way.


Original song by Brandi Carlile