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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I want my alpaca back.

MISSING:

Cream-white alpaca, very small and darling. I received him as a gift for my milestone birthday. I met him at the restaurant of the night, aptly named The Drunken Boat because I may or may not have been a little hazy. In my stupor, I seem to have lost my alpaca somewhere between the streets and the bar. I swear he was by my side the whole time. His name is Pocky and he is fluffy. I only knew him for a mere evening, barely! Before he was cruelly stolen from me. Someone definitely stole my alpaca, without a doubt. I want my alpaca back, we have adventures to go on. For example, this could be me right now, but I can't because my alpaca is missing:



If you see my alpaca wandering around, please tell him to come home. His rightful home to his rightful owner, me.  We don't even have to go surfing if he doesn't want to, there are other aquatic sports I will be willing to compromise on. And if you see my alpaca with someone else, call the cops because that bitch stole my alpaca.



-Y


Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy Birthday Y!

In honor of my beloved fellow blogger Y's birthday, I present to her adorable baby sea otters.


Happy Birthday Y! May your birthday be full of classy, wine-indulging merriment.

With much love
-A



Friday, June 22, 2012

Adventures from the other side of the world

While my blogger counterpart was off on her rendezvous, I was running off to the other side of the world falling in love with the delightfulness of Hong Kong. My days ranged from trying all of HK's treats, exploring the malls, and spending all my currencies at the city's most distinguished arcade. I even won an alpaca friend for Y.

Even though I was having such a wonderful time, it feels so great to finally be back. Perhaps it's the Eastern heat waves and the small apartments that I cannot tolerate but the nooks and crannies of NY were calling me to come home.






























Y, next time I go back I'll be sure to pack you in my suitcase. You will definitely fit.

-A

Friday, June 8, 2012

Rendezvous With My Love Pt II

I felt this deserved a separate post of its own. Patiently maneuvering myself through a horde of awestruck tourists, I got all starry-eyed when I saw the one and only "Starry Night" by Van Gogh, his magnum opus, his hailed masterpiece.  In front of me. So unexpected, almost touchable. It was an artgasm moment. 



I love living in the epicenter of art and glory. I'm even willing to forgive the freakishly large rat colonies in our subway system. And somehow, the day always ends with macarons. Of course, I got lost along the way and it inevitably becomes a LOTR-worthy quest to obtain them, which in the end made my day even more fun and enjoyable and all around pretty spiffy. Perhaps this calls for a second date.








-Y

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Rendezvous With My Love

The first Thursday of summer; warm morning, breezeless air. Wake up, shower, look fabulous, hop on the first train into the heart of the city.  Quiet intrigue, growing anticipation, a long awaited date. After a week of goodbyes and hellos and goodbyes, I owed myself a day of unbridled whimsy and free-spirited indulgence. A day to decompress with my first love.

Allow me to save yourself a trip to the MoMA, though I don't know why you would deprive yourself of such an experience anyway.

For A, who cannot accompany me running around the city streets until nightfall because you're a million miles away on a different continent.

so deep, so profound...
...what does it mean?!


room full of silver foil candies

I really do!

monopoly art.

"feminist art" 




paintbrushes suspended in resin.

oof.

giant pink plank. this one kinda makes me mad.

even more profound. white paint on canvas.


???


do you belong?


-Y

Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Ransom Letter

WJ,

We are in possession of your precious moose, Mooselima. If you ever wish to see her alive again, bring two dozen macarons complete with bow and ribbon. Come at 17:00 to the pier with the demanded items. Come alone or Mooselima goes.













If you wish no more harm is inflicted upon Mooselima, we suggest you pay close heed to our request.


Love ,
Y & A

Moose & Meese & Mooselima


Have you met our moose friends? They enjoy macarons as much as we do!