Ladurée

oh i forgot to mention, i actually finally got a taste of the famous Ladurée macaroons
and my, they were effing awesome-melt-in-your-mouth kind of feeling...
completely loving it, and i want more of 'em❤

Stormy Weather

So, Saturday Freakstorm-of-a-weather in Melbourne resulted in damages and craziness.
Being outside the house was like being in the set of The Day After Tomorrow except you actually feel too curious and excited instead of scared.

Anyhoo, i managed to capture a few of the happenings on my mobile (yeah, thank God for the invention of a camera phone).
So here they are


↑↑↑ Huge hailstorm in the middle of the city... Yes, those are ice


↑↑↑ Flooding inside the building





↑↑↑ Flood on the main road


↑↑↑ Leaves fallen from the trees, thanks to the wind/water/hail


↑↑↑ Flood in the basement of a building, notice a big waterfall on the far side


↑↑↑ again water on the main street


↑↑↑ more ice on the sidewalk...

apparently tomorrow is raining again, still...
thursday is supposedly the first fine weather day... so brace yourself everyone, good luck, take care
and be careful!!

A Very French Karlie Kloss

Found this image while reading VOGUE AMERICA in a train station's newsagent a while ago.
This particular editorial was titled "FRENCH OPEN", styled by my ultimate hero GRACE CODINGTON and was featured in the October 2009 issue.
For some reason, this one image stuck in my head, i love it.. i didn't know much about Karlie back then, but i always remember her from this photoshoot.

Anyway, just thought i'd share it with you.
Disclaimer: i didn't actually scan this photo, i googled the article and found this image on another blog, which i then conveniently forgotten, sorry if you feel i stole your image. but i am grateful for it! thanks!!

i miss working sometimes,
but i know i'd miss doing nothing when i start working.


*sigh* ay me, mere human.
never satisfied.

everytime

Notice me, take my hand
Why are we strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me

Everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you, baby

I make believe that you are here
It's the only way I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy

And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, baby

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song's my sorry

At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away

And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, baby



--Britney Spears

so...

can somebody recommends a good poet to read besides John Keats?

"To Hope"

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my - mind’s eye - flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed -
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.

February, 1815.


-- John Keats