1.29.2007

Loose ends.

Dear faithful readers,

Fear not, I am not dead nor have I been quarantined with SARS! (With my heritage, I'm more susceptible, you know.) Life has been occupying me--a little bit too overbearingly, might I add. School, life-altering tests, THE DAMNED FLU! I just recovered from a state of feverish delusion. The worst was in the middle of the week when I tried to eat my own hand.

I've been planning to post something for a while, I've got a bunch of funny stories to story. But just this weekend, my laptop's monitor decided to snap off its base, I guess my Dell's had enough of me. So while my evil computer is in the shop, I'm using this temporary replacement as a painful substitute. Everything saved in my hard drive isn't with me, but hopefully, I can still entertain you all and update soon. In the meantime, check out my lovely friends' blogs, they're worth a skim, especially my knightly friend and Miss Disco across the pond.

Ah, but the course of blogging never did run smooth... a bientot, mes cheries!

Love, Q.

12.31.2006

Lucky number se7en.

With hours left before the bell tolls, the ball drops, etc., I keep thinking how 2006 blurred past me without leaving behind any footprints. A year older and supposedly, a year wiser (PAH! I beg to differ. Stifling guffaws when my friends and I pass the lingerie section of the department store tells me a little about my maturity level). Was it really seven years ago that people were running around buying jumbo water jugs and family-size cases of tomato soup in case a nuclear war broke out on Y2K?

Highlights of Double-Oh Six:
- Learning that in le francais, you miss someone because tu me manques.
- Buying Edie Sedgwick boots.
- Staying in Beijing for a week.









- Viewing the best art masterpieces in the world @ the Millenium Art Gallery (left, above) by way of Cleveland Museum of Art, including some by my hero.
- Met the most fascinating people I've ever met.
- Brandon Davis inventing the term "firecrotch."
- Britney's firecrotch. (It's bad when your legs have to be held together by Paris Hilton. =\...)
- Swimming in the Li Jiang.
- Eating frog legs.
- Wishing I knew they were frog legs when I put them in my mouth.

Of course, to celebrate the new year, les femmes went shopping. The only thing that can accompany paisley and cheap satin is, perhaps, Saturday Night Fever. Oh, John!


































This New Year's eve, I'm spending it with la famille. TIME IS TOO FLEETING! Dear old grandfather clock, can't your pendulum swing backwards?

12.26.2006

The absence of snowflakes.

Oh, la neige! Reviens à nous! It just didn't feel 100% like Xmas without the snowflakes drifting around, making Asians everywhere seem like they don't wash their hair ever. But this holiday season was v. enjoyable for me; got to see friends and talked to people I haven't in a long time. Went to a few parties and had my fair share of disco and silliness.

My friends are probably the hippest people I know; they're so stinkin' cute.

We've always wanted to be Harajuku girls from Tokyo.

12.17.2006

Baby, it's cold outside.

It's that time of year. And by that, I mean Happy Nondenominational Holidays. It's absolutely imperative that we all be politically correct this season and not force our religious beliefs on anyone. So let's decorate the "holiday tree", shall we? Wishful thinking leads me to hope that we all lived in a simpler time when saying "Merry Christmas" didn't offend anyone. =]

Making the Christmas rounds, had a lovely time at a party last night with mes amis, who are all very hipster.

A satin dress from a mediocre chain store, but Mel tailor-fitted it to herself by trimming the hem (she's very petite) and layering it over a lace tank top.









Brea wearing a velvet blazer and amazing pink slingbacks. Her handband had stitches in the shape of hearts all over.









Argyle will never go out of style. Kind of like loafers in that aspect.





Satin cocktail dresses. The one on the right looks v. old Hollywooooooood!
This was her grandma's old dress, so it's REAL VINTAGE, GUYS. Get it straight.


























Tights are so Paris. And warm. I'll tip us a glass of fake bubbly champagne. Merry Xmas to that!