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

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

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

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

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

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!

Dreamers are the Leaders of the Future

Y and I apologize (although the blame mostly falls on me) for failing to keep up to date our precious blog baby during the past few weeks. The reasons for our absence range from a thousand midterms, shenanigans, moose, Canada, and probably pure laziness. We are very sorry (mostly I am very sorry).

I think one of my favorite action verbs is 'to dream.' Anyone and everyone could, should, and must dream. During my elementary years, I daydreamed 24/7. Mathematics and grammar had nothing on the adventures that went on within my mind. What is even more glorious is when a child gets to waken his or her dream through the act of play. Children are very lucky, they get more chances to dream, therefore more chances to birth their imagination. As we grow up, a part of the maturing process is knowing when to dream and when to be concerned with our sophisticated affairs. But we must never forget how to dream because our dreams make up who we are. The dreamers are distinguished from the others because they know how to equip themselves with the wings they need to be lifted off the ground.

-A

If there was one thing I could not live without..

..A world of color. Someone once asked me, "What is one thing you cannot live without?" Some people say things that matter most. Family, friends, the comfort of home. Some say things that touch us, beautiful music, love, laughter. Some are wiseguys and say air. 

"I could not live life if I did not have my five senses."

He said that was cheating, and I was forced to think it over and pick one single thing.  I thought about the intangible things that are often overlooked. The things that people never really think about, because it's always been there but if it were to disappear overnight, the world would never be the same. I realized that if I were to wake up every morning and see nothing but gray, I would feel so empty. To live life without color is to live in ignorance of our world's splendor.  To never know the difference between sunset's golden wisps and dawn's rosy streaks. To never see how the oceans' blues and greens are forever changing. To never be captivated by someone's eyes as you speak to them. To never awe at how brightly stars can shine against a cobalt night sky. Would flowers matter? Would art exist? Would nature inspire? Crayola definitely would never have happened. What else wouldn't?

Everyone is different, I know what makes me happy and I'm thankful for it everyday. Little things, like the bright pop of the first spring crocuses breaking through winter's snow. Colorful balloons floating high in the sky and butterfly wings flittering low. Bright city lights and clear suburban skies. If they were all without color one day, I'd never understand appreciation for life's beauty. Always remember that life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away.

-Y

Money, It's A Problem

Accountancy was the bane of my college existence. Numbers aren't supposed to give you mini heart attacks, but in our city, it really does. I remember the days when I was actually good in math. Then they decided to throw the alphabet in there and everything went downhill from that point forward. I was never very good with money, it always goes somewhere and I never really know where or how. So when I first met accounting, my life as I knew it was over.

What is this?!

Such is life. Life in the city. What can I do? There's too much money circulating in our world, so apparently I have to learn where all this money goes. Other people's money. Because God knows none of this money circulating is mine.

 

good 'ol days when bookkeeping was good enough.

I have to pay to learn the ways of accounting too. The life of a college student. All in hopes that one day, my knowledge will land me a job where I'll earn enough money to hire my own accountant so I don't ever have to look at this stuff again. If not, then I guess I won't be needing an accountant anyway. Broke artist forever.

-Y