tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296360689703790432024-02-21T19:31:01.553+02:00Cinnamon and CoffeeAnna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-44170429797647789272013-04-17T17:19:00.003+03:002013-04-17T17:19:35.879+03:00"If I had a heart I could love you."<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>If there is one thing I am sure of in life is that you can't ever own too many R2D2 toys. Because </i>How I Met Your Mother<i> spoke an universal truth back when it was still a good show, and that truth is: "Ted, the only people in the universe who haven't seen </i>Star Wars<i> are the characters in </i>Star Wars<i> and that's cause they lived 'em, Ted. That's cause they lived the </i>Star Wars<i>!"</i></div>
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Two tv show recommendations for you dear readers who still read this blog:</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1839578/?ref_=sr_1" target="_blank">Person of Interest</a></b>: Because it's about a genius, billionaire king of Manhattan and his crazy amoral trigger man saving people and sometimes walking their dog. It's like if Bruce Wayne and Batman were two different people but with less daddy issues and more bullets to kneecaps. It is ridiculous and glorious!</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2243973/" target="_blank">Hannibal</a></b>: Because it's Hannibal Lecter played by Mads Mikkelsen. Because it's Hades and Persephone all over again except it's not pomegranates this time, but murder.</div>
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A few years ago, when I was still in the teenager demographic, if you opened my closet and poked around you would have found a) a lot of band t-shirts that have served me as PJs in my college years and b) so much black that I would have bet you 50 bucks that you would have a hard time finding anything pastel in there and I <i>would have won</i>.</div>
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That's something my mom and I always had in common, so much so that we've been asked too many times to be a coincidence if we're in mourning. The answer always was a quizzically raised eyebrow and a "… No, we're actually pretty cheerful today. Why do you ask?" (Okay, truth be told, one time I was also wearing black lace gloves and pearls so I see how that could have sent the poor bastard into confusion.)</div>
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I know my taste for black was closely linked to my musical choices. I had Queen and Metallica thrust upon me when I was too young to know any other sort of music (thanks you, dear cousin!) and I spent the 90s enjoying The Cure, David Bowie, Nightwish, Sex Pistols, Joy Division and HIM so in my head nothing was cooler than that. I wanted to be rock n roll and I wanted to be glam rock and I wanted to be goth. (Can you tell I had some mild ADD then too? :))</div>
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Although I put away the XXL tshirts and the army boots (worn in the summer too because I was a teenager and I wanted to be Robert Smith or Brian Molko so bad), the black stayed strong and true. </div>
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And my happiness grows and grows each day because my obsession has been coming back in full force these past few seasons. Now, I usually don't follow trends too closely but browsing magazines lately makes me smile ( a happy smile mixed with a "<i>I liked X before they were mainstream</i>" but I do try to keep my hipster tendencies in check, I promise) because I want to be able to go back in time and hug teenage me and tell her that she knew what she was doing when she dressed the way she did. She just did it a bit too early.</div>
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And can you blame me for wanting to be Goth and Rock'n'Roll and everything in between? I watched The Adams Family and <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/39201294594/mercy-shepard-gothiccharmschool-every-so" target="_blank">Morticia Adams</a> was my role model in life and love. I watched <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/705195706/commanderspock-narcissas-imthetindog" target="_blank">Tim Burton</a> movies until I learned the lines by heart, and <a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzniphHo0E1r340cmo1_500.jpg" target="_blank">Bellatrix Lestrange</a> fascinated me in a way that made the hair on my hands stand on end.</div>
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I discovered <a href="http://curioushistory.com/post/43735519219/the-eccentric-life-and-illustrations-of-edward-gorey#.UW6k7L8uLos" target="_blank">Edward Gorey</a> and wanted to frame one of his drawing in my future house and watched <a href="http://astolat.tumblr.com/post/26034933751/labyrinth" target="_blank">Labyrinth</a> and wanted that story to end with the young girl as the <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/48191449692/okayophelia-labyrinth-alternate-ending" target="_blank">Queen</a> and <a href="http://gothicbc.tumblr.com/post/29837131870/david-bowie-in-the-hunger" target="_blank">David Bowie</a> as her page.</div>
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And it's fun to see it come out of the dark (haha, see what I did there?) and start catching the eye of the mainstream. McQueen and YSL, Rodarte and Rick Owens, took the Victorian Punk inspired details, the black and the velvet and the lace and played with them to give us some beautiful and unexpected results. </div>
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I am more subdued in my love for it, as I can only be after my teenage overdose, but I do still feel the attraction of the style. And I mostly fall down that rabbit hole when it comes to the accessories and the shoes! </div>
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Give me metal heels and lace details, give me shoes that scream "<i>I will walk over you pastels and look banging while doing it</i>" (yes, I am looking at you darling <a href="http://www.gothicangelclothing.co.uk/New-Rock-s/181.htm" target="_blank">Alternative New Rocks</a>, stop tempting me!) and headbands with veils and capes that would make <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/48554502204597861/" target="_blank">Bela Lugosi</a> proud.</div>
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In the end, it's hard for me not to be influenced by things I loved when at such a young age. I grew up and tried to not keep myself locked up in just one box but it's hard to let go of some things. Especially when those things have such great spokespersons, right <a href="http://pinterest.com/wizyta/wednesday-adams/" target="_blank">Wednesday</a>?</div>
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<i>Song of the Day:</i> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBAzlNJonO8" target="_blank"><b>Fever Ray - If I Had a Heart</b></a></div>
Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-8528853445981366542013-03-02T18:44:00.003+02:002013-03-02T18:44:08.828+02:00"And when we wake up tomorrow I'll be on the highway."<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>When I was a teenager my I desperately wanted to have colored hair. Preferably blue or green because I thought it would be cool and I was an emo hipster with a crooked definition of cool. I'm happy my mom threatened me she'd take away my Walkman (old!) privileges if I did that and I'm happy too because compared to that, the things I do to my hair now feel at least a tad bit normal.</i></div>
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It's been a week since my vacation ended and my body still thinks 6am is Satan's torture device.</div>
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It's been 24 hours since my psychiatry rotation exam and I finally let go of the belief that I am suffering from a multitude of undiagnosed illnesses. Except the OCD thing but that runs in the family and you can't escape genes.</div>
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One more day and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=cOvZzy_u0zE" target="_blank">Vikings</a> starts. I shall love this show even if it is bad. Because if I can love True Blood, I can love anything. (Also: Dear Bill the Vampire, I hope you trip and fall on a wooden fence and let Eric be the star and true king of the south. No love, me.)</div>
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Two more days and I have my Emergency Medicine exam. As you can imagine, I am more excited about the show with the killing and stealing of wives than about the exam.</div>
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And then a week of reading, yay :) Book of the moment: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/186074.The_Name_of_the_Wind" target="_blank">The Name of the Wind</a> by Patrick Rothfuss which I recommend to all.</div>
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And now I bid adieu to English, and hello to my mother tongue for a little while ;)</div>
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Dupa cum s-a observat pe blogul meu, eu si <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/" target="_blank"><i>TinaR</i></a> suntem bune prietene. Si acum ca a venit primavara (sau ca o sa vina in momentul in care si vremea o sa primeasca memo-ul asta), <i>TinaR</i> a adus o mie si una de rochii ce asteapta sa fie purtate si iubite de noi in <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/rochii.html?per_pagina=100" target="_blank">magazinul lor online</a>. </div>
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Eu mi-am clatit ochii cateva ore bune, cu zeci de tab-uri deschise cu <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/rochii.html?per_pagina=100" target="_blank">rochii TinaR</a>, una mai frumoasa decat alta care cereau sa fie plimbate prin oras. Pana la urma am gasit-o pe ea si presimt ca o sa ramanem mult aproape.</div>
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/8520460079/" title="TinaR Red by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img alt="TinaR Red" height="450" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8511/8520460079_b4c595d3cd_z.jpg" width="300" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/8520460245/" title="TinaR Red by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img alt="TinaR Red" height="450" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8516/8520460245_9966806d05_z.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
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And it gets better: la orice comanda facuta pe site-ul lor, daca introduceti codul <i>FRUMU</i> in casuta de voucher din pagina de cos primiti o reducere de 10% la comenzile de peste 50ron. Enjoy my lovelies :)</div>
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<i><b>Wearing</b>: <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/rochie-cu-decolteu-barcuta-~-rosu.html" target="_blank">dress</a> courtesy of <b>TinaR</b>, Bershka <b>jacket</b>, Zara <b>boots</b> and <b>belt</b>, MaxMara <b>tights</b>, no brand <b>bracelet</b> and <b>necklace</b>.</i></div>
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Now, back to the study board. Oh weekends, I still remember when you were days ready to be sacrificed on the altar of bad movies and long books.</div>
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<i>Song of the Day: </i><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VW07szuiZmo" target="_blank">Timbaland feat The Hives - Throw It On Me</a></b></div>
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<i>A girl's best friends, if popular belief is anything to go by, are diamonds and shoes. Now I'm not gonna say I would throw diamonds away if they were offered to me and I do proclaim my love to shoe shaped objects weekly, but my best friends are more on the technological side. Especially my Kindle. And my phone, even if it is on the busted up side (or: it's not broken, it's just this new 3D wallpaper you've never heard of).</i></div>
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I believe in vitamin D and the powers of sunshine in the morning. And that is why I am blaming my lack of energy in the mornings on the weather and not on the fact that although I am in a very peaceful state with myself most of the time, there is a subtle, thin coating of panic over my brain ever since this last year of school started. Can I be panicked and in search for the fucks to give at the same time? Cause I am gonna stick to this plan for the foreseeable future.</div>
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(Don't judge my coping mechanisms. They may look bad but they work. Most of the time. Ahem.)</div>
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Things that help with keeping the panic away:</div>
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<li>The Batman and Robin comic books because Batman always helps. Especially if you read his lines with that stupid, gruff voice from the movies.</li>
<li>All the scenes from Star Trek when Bones keeps <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/43886045774/whitelaws-omg-no-really-but-like-one-my" target="_blank">stabbing Kirk with a hypo</a>.</li>
<li>The <a href="http://juegosychorradas.com/post/43983254738/viendo-que-os-gustan-los-cortos-de-movidas" target="_blank">Paperman</a>, a Disney short.</li>
<li><a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/42341923071/zanymalik-im-not-okay-i-promise" target="_blank">This mixtape</a>, that reminds me of all those awesome times of being a teenager.</li>
<li>Donald Grover <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULdm2NLrN4E" target="_blank">talking about a black Spider-Man</a> and the very stupid reactions to that.</li>
<li>That moment you realize Tarantino is just <a href="http://melthedestroyer.tumblr.com/post/43543288692" target="_blank">screwing with us.</a></li>
<li><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7dffoOIqb1qzhtrpo1_1280.jpg" target="_blank">Serena McKellen</a>.</li>
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And of course, the fact that I got to spend a lot of time with both <a href="http://inozza.ro/" target="_blank">Ina</a> and <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.ro/" target="_blank">Alice</a> making fun of the best bad movies and "fashion" ;)<br />
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Winter came! And compared to the one in Game of Thrones that took so many seasons and pages to get here, this one actually made it on time. And, as is my nature, I went into a mental hibernation of sorts. My life has revolved around books, movies and cuddling on the couch with The Boy and Captain. </div>
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/8419975098/" title="Comics For the Soul by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img alt="Comics For the Soul" height="450" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8513/8419975098_9b947b68d6_z.jpg" width="300" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/8419956418/" title="Thorin Grumpyshield by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img alt="Thorin Grumpyshield" height="450" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8492/8419956418_17b6813e21_z.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>
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Comic book collection has grown a lot during this time. I am in a Batman phase right now because there is nothing like a broken anti-hero type and his <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/38088973919/apriki-father-of-the-year-bruce-wayne-strikes#notes" target="_blank">dysfunctional family dynamic</a>. And The Boy and I have made it our job to collect all the The Hobbit toys. We are disagreeing over the "opening and playing with them" part (I got at Thorin before he could catch me). The Boy wants them all in mint condition, I want to take Bilbo Baggins and Thorin GloomyShield and make them hold hands. I will win this fight, count on it.</div>
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Like I mentioned in the last post, The Boy and I bit the bullet and got a puppy 2 months ago. We had been talking about it for ages and one night we sat down for a coffee with a friend and one hour later we had the number of a lady who had a new litter of Beagle puppies and a few weeks later we had our adorable little ball of fur :) We named him Captain after <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/13554704129/oi-dancing-boy-this-picspam-is-one-big-fuck" target="_blank">Captain</a> <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/10208183031" target="_blank">James</a> <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/785986469/moonlanhopper-via-angua" target="_blank">Tiberius</a> <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/33362057883/a-study-in-character-james-t-kirk-i-dont" target="_blank">Kirk</a> (we are trekkies all the way) and <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/23796617482/devildoll-i-never-get-tired-of-that-little" target="_blank">Captain America </a>(cause I was still in an Avengers fangirl craze).</div>
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Don't let the water bottle in that photo fool you, that was just our first day before we realized the beer was cheap and easy to get at any moment of the day. We also wobbled around like headless chicks for the first day due to me being the only person in history who cannot wear a pair of Converse without getting open wounds. <br />
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It's gonna sound annoying when I say it but you had to be there to be able to imagine the immensity and the craziness that they could fit into one tiny island. Just keep in mind this: we decided to walk around the place one day and got so tired halfway around the island that we just gave up and stopped for whiskey. And next time I get there I will bring myself some costumes because even with my glow in the dark devil horns headband I fell in the <i>absolutely ordinary</i> side of the scale.<br />
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I got to headbang to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRGrNDV2mKc" target="_blank">Korn</a>, felt like a teenager while screaming the lyrics to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCXRLrZpX-4" target="_blank">Placebo</a>, danced to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeBBmYRe9uQ" target="_blank">The Killers</a> and really danced to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtUVQei3nX4" target="_blank">Snoop <strike>Dogg</strike> Lion</a> and his pot smoking dog mascot, wiggled wiggled wiggled to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_KeLbEtPGQ" target="_blank">LMFAO</a>, realized I know all the lyrics to all the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErEfTqFIQ4g" target="_blank">Sum 41</a> songs, sat on the grass and let <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW5iKuP6G20" target="_blank">Paolo Nutini</a> serenade me, and went crazy for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rr6qBaLu7rI" target="_blank">The Subways</a>. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=3boh5o5MkTY" target="_blank">And so much more</a>.<br />
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Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-20358249297267002992012-09-18T18:47:00.000+03:002012-09-19T09:35:40.332+03:00"Forget the bull in the china shop, there's a china doll in the bullpen."<div style="text-align: center;">
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I cannot believe summer is officially over. Okay, mostly I dont want to accept this fact because the more I think about the fact that I am starting my last year of medical school the more I need to curl up in a fetal position clutching a pillow and just wallow in my own pit of despair and bitter tasting anguish. Yes, I am refusing to accept reality and substituting my own, haha, what are coping mechanisms?</div>
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But summer was fun and thrilling and so goddamn enjoyable that I am not bitter at all it's ending. Or not <i>too</i> bitter, at least. I spent my last real vacation doing what I do best: bumming around, drinking my weight in beer, reading books and getting a tan for the first time in years. </div>
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Note to self: when you're getting up the next day at 6 am to have coffee with The Boy before he leaves for work, do not think that watching the <i>Lord of the Rings: Return of the King</i> (extended edition, of course) is a good idea because in the morning you will look like you got run trampled by the entire orc forces of Mordor. (I've got dark circles like Sauron has anger management issues.)</div>
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Nail-polish inspiration: <a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9ufi8UWAd1rn92vzo1_500.png" target="_blank">The Sandman</a> comics by the formidable Mr. Neil Gaiman. It is gruesome and funny and macabre and an amazing read.</div>
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Because it's nice when you finish some good books (must reads for this summer:<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49628.Cloud_Atlas" target="_blank"> Cloud Atlas</a> because it is breathtakingly beautiful, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1724365.Sharp_Teeth" target="_blank">Sharp Teeth</a> because it's vicious and bloody and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8908.World_War_Z" target="_blank">World War Z</a> because it's about zombies!!) and it's nice when you can wiggle your toes in the sand. Summer days being lazy and summer nights eating shawarma on the boardwalk under the full moon, yes please.</div>
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You can't have The Boy and I in the same room without some geek out moments. T-shirt from <a href="http://www.welovefine.com/" target="_blank">WeLoveFine</a> and comic books from one of my favorite new coffee places, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/comicbookcity?ref=ts" target="_blank">Comic Book City Cafe</a>.</div>
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Not dead! I'm sure that was the feeling my empty blog was giving but I am not dead, just ridiculously apathetic regarding anything that has to do with the online world. And regular world. But things are looking up in that "Holy cheerleader, Batman! What have I been doing with my life" sort of way that hits me every few months and makes me want to drown in lattes and chocolate cake.</div>
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Because The Boy knows me so well: his and hers XBox controllers. Now we can die together while playing Modern Warfare!</div>
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And my friends know me too well, it'd be scary if it wasn't flattering. (Many long nights have been spent with too many wine bottles while trying to master the drums in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsZy3I6colo">Bat Country</a>. </div>
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Books you should read: the <i>Game of Thrones</i> series (but only if you want to have your heart ripped out through your nose by the human troll known as George R.R. Martin), <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23228.Boy_Meets_Boy">Boy Meets Boy</a></i> (because being a teenager in love is beautiful and heartbreaking and exaggerated as only a teenager can be), <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/225384.Green_River_Running_Red">Green River Running Red</a></i> (for people who enjoy reading about serial killers as much as I do)(wow, way to sound creepy Anna), <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1629601.The_Disreputable_History_of_Frankie_Landau_Banks"><i>The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks</i></a> (kick as girl fighting outdated gender norms and kicking ass!).</div>
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<a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.ro/2012/06/pleated-honey-and-lace.html">Met up with Alice</a> some more since my summer holiday started and it's been great. It's so nice to meet people with whom you can talk for hours. I love her and <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.ro/">you should too</a>!</div>
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Now, let my real vacation begin: if I show no signs of life please look for me in Budapest where I will be either drunk on a lawn<a href="http://www.sziget.hu/fesztival"> listening to Placebo live</a> or at the zoo cooing over cute baby sloths. I love summer.</div>
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Seriously, there's a limit to the amount of information about the prostate I can take and that limit was passed a long time ago and I am in no way better for it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Although, penis fractures, painful yet still funny when viewed from a <i>very</i> objective standpoint.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(I am horrible human being, I know.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This weekend I was sure I was gonna spend it as a perfect imitation of a rock: sitting in the sun and doing nothing. But, thankfully for my my future health, we moved our limbs and met the city with full force. The Boy in his quest for the perfect shoes and me in my never-ending search for a book (<a href="http://http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4407.American_Gods">American Gods</a>, 10 year anniversary edition, why do you keep avoiding me?!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7056781255/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5151/7056781255_a445766bb1_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6910695718/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5442/6910695718_68a4b579b9_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6910697312/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7201/6910697312_8822622212_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather was hot and lovely and windy like a tiny little hurricane so I was pleased with the fact that I could not find my hairbrush that morning :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6910698638/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5200/6910698638_0ec6b68b96_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7056784007/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5312/7056784007_9ba2dd0f25_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7056785535/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7237/7056785535_a8eefd3b92_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: TinaR <b>trench</b>, H&M <b>dress</b>, <b>tights</b> gift from The Boy, Nine West <b>shoes</b>, CK Jewelry <b>bracelet</b>.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7056788583/" title="Makes You Stranger by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5240/7056788583_fe6aba0b8d_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We frolicked, we made enough vitamin D to last us a weekend and then we spent the day drinking ginger beer and watching Eddie Izzard stand-up videos on YouTube. 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Unfortunately, this will only works for my Romanian fashion lovers. So read ahead, no Google translate cheating ;) and may the odds be ever in your favor. 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Scrie în ce "poveste" l-ai purta pe cel mai dorit, sunt curioasă cu ce planuri, vise, zâmbete l-ai asorta şi cum ţi se pare brandul TinaR, după 18 ani de modă românească.</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:100%;"><i><span>Lasă linkul postului tău într-un comentariu<b> AICI</b>; la sfârşit de săptămână, eu voi alege cea mai inspirată poveste. Câştigătoarea se va bucura chiar de produsul cel mai dorit de la TinaR! Îl va putea ridica un-doi <a href="http://www.facebook.com/TinaR.Romania/info">dintr-unul dintre magazinele din ţară</a> ale brandului.</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:100%;"><span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Good luck :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6910703922/" title="Sunday Yummy Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7267/6910703922_eb6d0c86c7_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Yummy Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now excuse me, The Boy has made pancakes, there's a jar of Nutella waiting to be in my tummy and there are a lot of very bad they're good movies out there waiting to be mocked so I bid thee adieu and hope you have a great week ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Ego/3BFG41?src=5"><b>Burial, Four Tet & Thom Yorke - Ego</b></a></div></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-72583654471045923232012-04-04T16:34:00.001+03:002012-04-04T16:34:59.517+03:00"We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest, shedding skin faster than skin can grow."<div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892816794/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7078/6892816794_f5120ab92d_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Like a Bright Exhale" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And then comes a time, when the clouds break open and the sun warms the icebound lands. That is when the wonder happens for that is the day the med students walk the Earth again, free of their XBoxes and their beds ;)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shall not talking about uni because talking about it might break the mental walls I built and let my PTSD flood over my brain and bring back the pain and horror. All you need to know is that I am a survivor of the horrible menace known as <i>Public Health and Management</i>, and I have the psychological scars to prove it! Dear gods, please make it so that I shall never go through this until I am dead and buried deep, deep underground.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I can talk about how happy I am that <i>Game of Thrones</i> is back, even if I am convinced that George R. R. Martin sits in a dark corner of his room, giggling hysterically as he throws sharp poisonous arrows in our hearts. Don't get me started on my absolute fondness of <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/20415337203/ou-la-mort">the Lannisters</a> and how I love it when their crazy shows, or about <a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ud9d17LO1rp2zn0o1_500.gif">Jon Snow</a>'s <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/20415185545">impressive grumpy</a> face or how <a href="http://gameofgifs.tumblr.com/post/20341856841">intimidating and fierce</a> I find the fact that the Stark words are 'Winter is coming'. I have a lot of thoughts about this imaginary world, we should all catch up and I can talk your ear off about my feelings, seriously guys, let me talk about my love!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Ahem.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Got up to date with <i>The Hunger Games</i>, and while it did not make it's place in my heart as I expected it too, I must admit that I am head over heels in love with<a href="http://hellotailor.tumblr.com/post/20122214630/in-a-terrifying-world-where-hollywood-is"> Jennifer Lawrence</a> and her ridiculous face and I am immensely amused by Peeta, the baker named after a type of bread. Got cravings for carbs after every chapter I read. So dumb yet so endearing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And the new obsession that has been eating all hours of the day and the priceless hours of the night that I so desperately need for sleep: <i>Assassin's Creed</i>. There is a slim chance I will be found dead one day, clutching an XBox controller and wearing an assassin's cape I made out of the paper I printed my Urology book on. I blame this on the awesomeness that is <a href="http://assassinscreed.wikia.com/wiki/Ezio_Auditore_da_Firenze">Ezio Auditore da Firenze</a>. Can you really <a href="http://youtu.be/EC7OJrRUnCA">blame me</a>?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And however crazy this period must've been, I will forever remember it because of the fun times I had with my uni group. I love them all so much and we stood up together to this danger known as statistics. We were helped by giant bottles of wine and horrendous yet delicious quantities of pizza and junk food and we came out of this… well, to be honest, plumper but happier. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038912357/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7194/7038912357_1067cf0200_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were also helped by sunny days and a lovely walk in the park to get the blood flowing before we'd barricade ourselves inside the house behind empty pizza box forts and wine glasses.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892817108/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7184/6892817108_995ec20496_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892819620/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7246/6892819620_e14b8931d8_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We sported the look made popular my medical students in all the land: pasty white skin. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038912591/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7227/7038912591_0ec42872d7_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892817686/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7085/6892817686_1c340899e7_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892818448/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7050/6892818448_260360bdda_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892818782/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7254/6892818782_b3450c6693_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And apparently I needed a gentle hand and some prodding and coaching when it came to posing :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892819270/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7064/6892819270_50ea0d24d7_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, more prodding and poking than actual coaching, but when one is outnumbered all one can do is smile and hope the camera won't catch any embarrassing moments.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038914191/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7084/7038914191_7a3e06dcc0_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In case you ever wondered how I get my hair to be so bouncy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6892818962/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7179/6892818962_e7e2193c5b_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b><i>: Lashez <b>dress</b>, H&M <b>belt</b>, Nine West <b>boots</b>, Mango <b>coat</b>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038913625/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7084/7038913625_485215eeb4_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And after all that coaching, I still couldn't get it right. Damn. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038914843/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7124/7038914843_1339513508_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038913335/" title="Like a Bright Exhale by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7275/7038913335_09f95bfa37_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Boy realized he created a monster. Or a gamer. Insert evil laughter here ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/7038911971/" title="Study Group by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7211/7038911971_3383213b56_z.jpg" width="600" height="600" alt="Study Group" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Study groups are even more fun when there's pizza and video games. I am sure there's a serious scientific study that proves my theory. Look it up, it's true.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(PS: Keep your eyes on this place, dear readers, I've got a surprise giveaway for you by the end of this week. Pretty things for pretty people await!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Sounds+Familiar/3g8jNX?src=5">The Weakerthans - Sounds Familiar</a></b></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-19841782137854601992012-03-09T20:41:00.002+02:002012-03-09T20:41:46.522+02:00"Save our souls, we're splitting atoms."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6813664590/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7053/6813664590_55306554fe_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Because of some lamentable and tragic moments in my past that involved <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4QNhGPaxtg">tequila</a> and what could only be described as a large hadron collider somewhere in my general stomach area, right under and behind the sternum and radiating upward and stopping around my inner ear, I have turned into a cautious bunny who has been living the quiet life of the ginger beer drinkers. We are a quiet bunch who enjoy long walks on the beach, normal sleep patterns and not being tickled. We also still enjoy wine, but shhh, don't tell my liver that ;)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm gonna paint you a picture: it's morning, so early that the trams are the only things making noise on the street, I'm curled up in my nook in the kitchen, the one right between the fruit bowl and the fridge with the chocolate to satisfy both sides of the nutritional coin; and I'm sitting there clutching the coffee cup and whispering sweet nothings to it, the usual '<i>Our babies would be smart and cheeky and beautiful so why does the world not get the depth and aroma and sting and insert-coffee-related-adjective-here of our love?</i>' and my mother walks in with the words to describe the week:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Darling, you look truly and genuily horrible, like some truck ran you over! Why don't you take a break from uni today?</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And when I reminded her I have an exam in 3 hours, she petted my head lightly, passed me a Kinder egg and promptly kicked me out of the kitchen to go and read about neurodegenerative diseases and low-grade diffuse astrocytomas. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because it has been <i>that</i> kind of week. I did get to see the most amazing surgery where I stared at a brain just an arm's length away (and brains are amazing and powerful even when pushed and pulled apart by horrible diseases and under those light in the OR it looks like it's got the most beautiful red and pink marble pattern and just how amazing is that guys, you're carrying that miracle organ around with you and it blows your mind - ha ha ha - when you realize how awe-inspiring it can be) and that was all-shades-of-the-rainbow great but...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But 8am to 9pm days kill me faster than I killed ants with a magnifying glass when I was young (I was a cute kid with a sharp and jagged sadistic streak) and I fell asleep twice this week in fetal position on the couch with my mother's politically related rambles in the background.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And that's all because of my Public Health and Marketing course which I hate. I hate it so much that I will refrain from putting it into too many words for fear I might run out of synonyms for <i>hate</i>. And it has nothing to do with me almost failing Econ 101 in high school because I am not a bitter person at all. Cough cough.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this is me sleepy and beat up and yet still in awe after a week of neurosurgery so here we go: come on next week, let's see what you've got.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But at least it was a good Sunday before all that. Sundays are generally good, because on Sunday, The Boy and I watched countless episodes of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0200276/">The West Wing</a>, aka the best show ever made in the world of everything, and enjoyed good food and sunshine in an almost visceral need to balance the week out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959773579/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6959773579_f346eaca20_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was also lucky again to get to model a piece from the spring-summer <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TinaR.Romania">Tina R.</a> collection. This time I chose the beautiful shirt because it reminded me of pastel watercolors and how summer looks in the rain and of crazy beautiful graffiti, hence the photoshoot location.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You can also check the Tina R blog <a href="http://stilist.tinar.ro/">here</a> for some more inspiration :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959774731/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7192/6959774731_4ffe01ec2c_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959776337/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7046/6959776337_03ec207e96_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather was that weird combination of cold seeping into your bones while the sun gives you sunburns on the tip of your nose, which let to a lot of teeth clattering and a few snowballs thrown around for good measure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959775099/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7196/6959775099_bfd916b73b_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6813660702/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6813660702_35947f8c12_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959776639/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7056/6959776639_0afd786720_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6813662238/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7201/6813662238_d6b07a1d69_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was excited here because this guy on the wall was new. We had a connection, we really did.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959777551/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7043/6959777551_5178433007_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959774085/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7058/6959774085_3aa05976bc_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: Zara <b>skirt</b>,<span><span> <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/camasa-cu-imprimeu-acuarela-pastel-mov.html"><b>shirt</b> courtesy of <b>Tina R</b>.</a></span></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/TinaR.Romania"></a>, Kotton <b>sweater</b>, Adesgo <b>tights</b>, Nine West <b>boots</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7188/6813662604_520b0b1131_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"></span></div><span><span><br /></span></span>And this is the moment when I was probably waiting to break into a The Muppets song as a serenade to the little guy. Because that's how cool I am. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WWWTW1P8rQ">Man or Muppet</a> anyone? :))<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6959777247/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7066/6959777247_f1fc2b2b27_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And now excuse me while I bury myself in The West Wing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1-ip47WYWc">episodes of awesome</a> and daydream of being <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLiEfIkQyCM&feature=related">C.J. Cregg</a> when I grow up while also pondering how Rob Lowe's face ever got that chiseled and if I find that attractive or just plain creepy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And, as always, revert to my number one coping mechanism: chocolate. Mmmmm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6813659952/" title="Sunday Sunny Sunday by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7176/6813659952_f2154a9e7e_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Sunny Sunday" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day: </i><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMjjnUHl0Vw">Take That - SOS</a></b></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-13708905273912909372012-03-02T18:23:00.004+02:002012-03-03T10:30:41.098+02:00"Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941141903/" title="Take Your Meds by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7069/6941141903_6c582d2810_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Take Your Meds" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I would like to take this opportunity to thank the person who invented ibuprofen because it is a gift in the shape of pretty little pill in those Saturday mornings when the alarm clock rings too early for whatever godforsaken reason and you're a bit hungover because of a night of one too many glasses of wine and staying up late watching violent movies that make one feel grateful for being alive and ordinary. (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0425210/">Lucky Number Slevin</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114369/">Se7en</a> because it was that kind of night.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guys, guys, here's the thing: the reason for my lack of posting is really just that my life has not been that interesting in this bleary cold month of Fuck-All-It's-Cold-Uary. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides a brush with the <i>Plague of the Century</i> during my <i>only</i> holiday until the summer (a.n: and by 'plague' I actually mean 'the sniffles' but it was my only holiday and I spent it coughing in a pillow, watching a mind numbing Vampire Diaries marathon it sucks and I am a horrible little drama queen prone to histrionics) and I've been bouncing around between hospital rounds and making sure I squeeze in all the Oscar movies before this Sunday's (rather underwhelming) festivity and. Well. And that is really more or less the gist of it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've also been trying to wrap my mind around neurology (unfunny and not witty pun intended) and I've been failing miserably and I am looking back on my surgery rotation and missing the liver so hard when I try and read my neurology books that I am <i>this</i> close to composing <i>The Ode of the Total Bilirubin</i>. (Except that neurology is also amazing so you can see how things are confusing now, yeah?)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next week, neurosurgery! And that should be a barrel of laughs and a truckload of pain. But, I try to keep positive by ingesting huge amounts of chocolate, adding wine to every dinner and </div><div style="text-align: justify;">remembering one of my favorite quotes from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1652654/">Monroe</a>, one of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2tFaqur2BE">the best</a> tv shows the Brits have gifted us poor, needy medical students:</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Y<i>ou’re taking your knife to someone’s head. The only difference between you </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and a psychopath is good A-levels."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And things just be fine in the end, or else I deem this the worst start of the year ever. So, toes crossed and onward we go lest we go bonkers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941143747/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7195/6941143747_a9ec80daea_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And now here's to the fun parts!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some time back I got an email from Dayna at <a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/">Shabby Apple</a> asking me if I'd like to review one of their dresses. I was familiar with their site and after staring at all the beautifully made dresses they had on display, I could not say anything but a loud, resounding <i>yes</i>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941143173/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7179/6941143173_1c3d048b42_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6795028204/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7181/6795028204_7f388598d9_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Day At the Museum" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941145127/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7205/6941145127_0b7b22a6bf_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Day At the Museum" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After a short adventure at the post office (if there is Purgatory, its place is at the romanian post office; most people there where halfway between 'normal human being' and 'serial killer' by the time I escaped) I ended up as the proud owner of this delightfully elegant polkadot beauty you see here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It reminds me of the dresses the ladies on <i>Mad Men</i> wear, all 50s charm and elegance, and it worked perfectly with the little Sunday brunch date and museum visit I had planned for this past weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6795028826/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7054/6795028826_a914f93863_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is me excited that it was finally time for a leisurely, yet educational, Sunday. The Boy and I visited the National History Museum after we realized that, as a proud little Bucharest girl, I had never been inside and only glanced at the building briefly when walking to the favorite coffee shop of the moment. And have to tell you, it was really <a href="http://www.mnir.ro/ro/Default.aspx">worth it</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6795030416/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7196/6795030416_11cc4b7725_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also felt like a princess in this dress, so I would recommend the Shabby Apple site to any girl who loves pretty, high-quality dresses like I do. I am honestly so in love with this dress that I am ready to go down on one knee and declare my undying love to it a la Romeo and Juliet minus the ludicrous dying at the end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941144749/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7182/6941144749_28680ce0b7_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><i><b>Wearing:</b> Polkadot <b>dress</b> courtesy of <a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/">ShabbyApple</a>, thrifted <b>belt</b>, Mango <b>tights</b>, Nine West <b>boots</b>, Zara <b>cardigan</b>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941146159/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7176/6941146159_25f2bb7c5c_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm also happy to announce that I was also given a coupon to share with you guys: just add the code <i>cinnamon10off</i> and you will get 10% off on any dress just in time for spring :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6795033004/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7049/6795033004_6d8d2f93ef_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keeping it a bit punk-rock to keep my inner teenager proud unless she has a hissy fit worthy of a Good Charlotte album. Trust me, I've been there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941144749/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7182/6941144749_28680ce0b7_z.jpg" width="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6941146753/" title="Day At the Museum by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7210/6941146753_8ca36c1c0c_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And because The Boy and I have a combined mental age of 5, we could not pass by this statue in front of the museum without a reenactment of the "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeaVb242Kgg">It's a butt!</a>" scene made famous by the masterpiece <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0266543/">Finding Nemo</a>. Forever young and and all that, you know how it goes ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day: <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn5tiuZU4JI">Nina Simone - Sinnerman</a></b></i></div></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-77344720685231750802012-02-04T14:15:00.001+02:002012-02-04T14:16:10.097+02:00"Oh I could bury you alive, but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping"<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760292763/" title="Except It Is by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><i><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6760292763_739e50cf97_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Except It Is" /></i></a></span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><i>Before getting into medical school, I would marathon </i>House M.D.<i> like my life depended on it, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the long words they used and the cases they anguished over before magically solving them in the last 5 minutes but, 5 years later, I can definitely say two things: it's never this magical or interesting (sorry, no <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candiru">penis fish</a> around here) and it is Lupus surprisingly often. That'll teach us to live vicariously through tv shows.</i></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">*</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: normal; ">Surgery rotation yet again and one too many conversations about jaundice than I could normally stand. But thank the gods for the pancreas to keep one interested and the food, oh yes the hospital food which is so extremely delicious at this particular one that for this striking tastebud delight I would brave the snowy streets and the dark underground tunnels daily. (Old hospitals are great as they're designed like bunkers with tunnels and passageways that are perfect for those days when the snow is mushy and you're wearing nothing but scrubs, flats and your underwear and there is no way you are walking out that door, hell to the no!).</div><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: normal; ">(I also started writing this post last week and then life decided to throw a banana peel on the floor and watch me slip around like in a bad Charlie Chaplin movie rip-off. But after a few days of hell, things are falling back into their rightful place again, I am laying off the emotional eating, everyone is back to being nice and healthy and I can get to wear anything else but scrubs so I guess we all get our victories where we can.)</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">*</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760293519/" title="My Week In The Golden Age by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7173/6760293519_8f81ce4100_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="My Week In The Golden Age" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">The problem to being pulled at from all directions is that sometimes I give up on certain things, like healthy eating and taking care of my hair. When I've been away for too long from the great invention of our century, shampoo for colored hair, I stick to faking it with the help of a few bobby pins and youtube how-to videos.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760294255/" title="My Week In The Golden Age by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6760294255_d71bb88c82_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="My Week In The Golden Age" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">The red lips are also a great mode of distraction. More "<i>Fuck yeah, trendy red lipstick!</i>" and less "<i>Umm, I know you're all sorts of busy because you want to be the less whiny Dr. Meredith Gray with an addiction to watching too many movies and tv shows but come on, do something about that hair!</i>"</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760293879/" title="My Week In The Golden Age by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6760293879_e6fccf53a5_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="My Week In The Golden Age" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">*</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760293167/" title="Two Peas In a Pot by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6760293167_17e23bdc38_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Two Peas In a Pot" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">If The Boy is too distracted by Assassin's Creed and on the side of curious, one can get away with things like these. We are fighting gender stereotypes as we breathe :))</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">*</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760296099/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6760296099_8b44fb5323_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">I was one of the lucky ladies who were invited by the Romanian fashion house <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/">Tina R.</a> to model one of their t-shirts from their new collection and when I saw the piece they hand in mind I just could not say no.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">I drove The Boy crazy with my random exclamations of "<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwzt6hAOxq1qmijb2o1_500.gif">It's so fluffy</a>" and weird excitement as I grabbed him by the collar and walked him out to the garden to have an improvised photoshoot as the first snowflakes turned everything a dainty white.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">(Thinking about it now, as the whole country is under mountains of ice and the walk to the corner store feels like <a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmpgurykrR1qafrh6.gif">fighting</a> the damn <a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxepu0BAGi1qexsh0o1_500.gif">Frost Giants</a> on their own turf, our excitement feels annoying in retrospect.)</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760295195/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6760295195_b0398e7696_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760296749/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7026/6760296749_bc1a9f989b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">For the Romanian readers and fashion lovers, Tina R is also holding a cute mother/daughter fashion contest!</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><i><span>Tu şi mama ta sunteţi fane TinaR? </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><i><span>Dacă tu ai între 18 şi 30 de ani iar ea, într<span>e 38 şi 50, trimite-ne o poză cu voi două la <a href="mailto:mama-fiica@tinar.ro" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(17, 85, 204); ">mama-fiica@tinar.ro</a> până în 12 februarie! Intraţi automat în selecţia celor 5 cupluri splendide mamă-fiică pentru shootingul campaniei de primăvară-vară TinaR. </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><i><span><span>Şedinţa foto de grup se va desfăşura în Bucureşti, în a treia săptămână din februarie, iar vizualurile vor ajunge în vitrinele magazinelor noastre, în martie! </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><i><span><span>În 2012, TinaR sărbătoreşte 18 ani de modă românească. Bucură-te şi tu alături de noi, la majorat!</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760297081/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6760297081_3bb8ee56a5_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760297457/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6760297457_6f3115d43b_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760300623/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6760300623_84e8ecfab4_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760298603/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6760298603_2a6904b32b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: <b>Heart T-shirt</b> courtasy of Tina R <a href="http://www.tinar.ro/cauta-produse.html?cauta=bluza+andreea&x=0&y=0">(get it here!</a>), <b>Zara</b> skirt and cardigan, <b>Mango</b> coat,<b>Accessorize</b> tights,<b> Nine West</b> boots.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760301145/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6760301145_bb1edf20ae_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760302033/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6760302033_7ea74f9a29_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">More of them <a href="http://www.facebook.com/TinaR.Romania">here</a> :-)</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760301617/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6760301617_9cb3e20576_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760299521/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6760299521_f1a796da5c_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760302493/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6760302493_fdd37524c8_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">The next time I walked out in the snow without gloves ended with me sitting with my hands in a sink full of cold water yelling after my mom if we have any vasodilators in the house and wondering how red my hands will get before they get blue and fall off. Winter, you are not as awesome as the Coca Cola commercials make you seem.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760298011/" title="Late Snowflakes by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6760298011_359a794ba2_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Late Snowflakes" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">*</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">Highly recommended for your reading pleasure: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10996342-the-art-of-fielding">The Art of Fielding</a> and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/653651.Nights_at_the_Circus">The Night Circus</a>, two wonderful books that will have you turning pages (or clicking buttons, depending on one's choice of medium) in a frenzy. They go well with a comfy couch, a nice cup of tea and gingerbread.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6760292143/" title="Electronic Bookworm by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6760292143_6bac412b27_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Electronic Bookworm" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">That photoshoot was also the last time I got to walk out of the house with another purpose than hospital visits or trips to the grocery store. The Boy and I did have a mental breakdown this Sunday and we melted our brains at the cinema and saw Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol which was just the perfect dose of corny and vapid with a pinch of </span>kaboom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "> to offer a intellectual respite. (And also:</span><a href="http://www.bmw.com/com/en/insights/technology/efficient_dynamics/phase_2/bmwvision/introduction.html" style="font-style: normal; "> the car</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">, the perfect car!!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">I also tried my brain at watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1340800/">Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy</a> but I zoned out after the beginning credits and all I could tell you is that <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/14206209425/crack-in-the-tea-cup-i-dressed-as-a-woman-once">Gary Oldman</a> is King and that <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/16710126702/sunsight-seesawarsaw-thecityofpaper">Benedict Cumberbatch</a>makes a weird blonde. Will investigate further today, fingers crossed!</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">(But I am sure that even after a more serious viewing, I will still be in the Gary Oldman is King camp.)</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; ">*</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Song of the Day: </i><b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/I+Can+t+Decide/2pZhsO?src=5">Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide</a></b></div></span></span></i></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-43534809071888309552012-01-07T17:25:00.002+02:002012-01-07T17:27:36.950+02:00"We’re waiting for a superhero intervention."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652630511/" title="Xmas in the house by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6652630511_22e0966b27_z.jpg" alt="Xmas in the house" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I think this Christmas tree will grace us with it's presence for a long time seeing as we are two lazy people in this house who would rather play Xbox and read books and watch the multiple movies that are currently downloaded and waiting to be enjoyed and bake and, and, and. Thank god the next Christmas is just around the corner :))</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Some people start a new year doing extraordinary things like climbing Mount Everest or finding the cure for the common cold or figuring out what it is about little itty bitty puppies that makes humans turn into big piles of goo. I am not those people.<br /><br />I have done nothing productive since the clock ominously struck midnight. I have finished the second <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clash-Kings-Song-Fire-Book/dp/0553381695/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325949990&sr=1-4">Game of Thrones</a> books and have watched so much <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1124373/">Sons of Anarchy</a> that I am falling in love with the sound of a chopper, I have seen <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1568346/">Girl With the Dragon Tattoo</a> in cinema twice and am ready to sacrifice my newborn on the throne of David Fincher, I have trained my body to survive on nothing but junk food and sugar and have spent so much time in bed that I think I will be forever wedded to it. And even though in my world those things sound impressive and monumental and all kinds of deep... I have been told by normal people that this is neither dynamic or constructive.<br /><br />Luckily for me I could not here those people over the sound of how splendid and satisfying it is to enjoy what will be my last vacation until July this year. So, to quote Dickens, <span style="font-style: italic;">Bah Humbug</span>! to the critics and hello to two more sweet days before hospital rounds crush my soul and make <a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvsj0xhTi1qgn9d4o1_500.gif">my brain cry</a> all over again.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /><br />It was The Boy's and my 2 year and one month anniversary yesterday so we decided to enjoy the beautiful days of sunshine that have been bestowed on us by the gods of winter who are also on a holiday it seems, and have a nice brunch and walk around the city.<br /><br />But, in the words of the great Terry Pratchett:<span style="font-style: italic;"> Gods like a joke as much as anyone else</span>. So of course, it started raining and the whole world turned into a giant wet pile of gray.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652618353/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6652618353_663c67db1c_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br />Brunch was still great but the walk was damp and the park was cold and we were only saved by our tourist-y umbrella we have left over from our trip to Amsterdam.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652617443/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6652617443_369abfa931_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="450" width="300" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652621599/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6652621599_1a4b7f1c40_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="450" width="300" /></a><br /><br />You can tell from my face that I was not pleased. Or I was hungry. The face I'm making works in both these situations.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652619343/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6652619343_190207bde0_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652623337/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6652623337_d76cf22556_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br />I got new boots and they have been properly baptized in the mushy porridge that is the ground.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652622349/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7152/6652622349_ba4db238bd_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="600" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652620711/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6652620711_25fe0be362_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652624079/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6652624079_6d74cb3883_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wearing</span>: Mango <span style="font-weight: bold;">coat</span>, Lashez <span style="font-weight: bold;">dress</span>, Accessorize <span style="font-weight: bold;">tights</span>, Nine West <span style="font-weight: bold;">boots</span>.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652624839/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6652624839_c57cba7712_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="600" width="400" /></a><br /><br />I also looked like poodle who has been licking the electric wall socket. I would take this moment to thank the makers of my anti-frizz hair conditioner and cream. <a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19403060/tumblr_ltcecetv7d1qcpa8yo1_500_large.gif">You go, Glenn Coco!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652625627/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6652625627_8d649683ee_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br />*<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652627527/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6652627527_e695086a90_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="600" width="400" /></a><br /><br />After my mother kidnapped me to go buy food and we ended up in approximately 20 stores with a slight hypoglycemia and a headache but with dresses and boots (She has a problem with buying boots, so many boots, because when the end of the world comes <span style="font-style: italic;">you can never have too many boots.</span> And tuna cans.), we felt a tad guilty so we detoured through Zara Men. We had to fight off some hipsters looking for painted on jeans and Lady GaGa t shirts but in the end we got this for my boy.<br /><br />Because <a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcj7vPYzz1qjvxz1o1_500.png">Steve</a> <a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxdthxM8lS1r8jc8io1_500.jpg">McQueen</a> is cooled than we'd ever be even if you stuck us all in a polar icecap and let us drift slowly in the ocean. True story.<br /><br />Also: pretty nails.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6652629233/" title="Just Sing For The Rain by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6652629233_542ee8639f_z.jpg" alt="Just Sing For The Rain" height="400" width="600" /></a><br /><br />*<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Song of the Day: <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Superhero/2DXaL4?src=5"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Johnny Hollow - Superhero</span></a></span><br /></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-65331798637088274732011-12-31T18:18:00.002+02:002011-12-31T18:21:15.654+02:00"I wanna be evil, little evil me, just as mean and evil as I can be."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606204077/" title="We Have a Tree by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7156/6606204077_ece6a512e2_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Have a Tree" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There's no place like home, thought the ruby red bauble as it sat in the tree. Or, that's what I presume it would think if it could think, because the smell of pine tree and fresh baked muffins, the feeling of cuddles and a belly so full, that's what makes it feel like the holidays. The gifts don't hurt either ;)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know I am starting to sound like my mother but damn, this year seems to have passed in a blur. I am happy because it was a good year, more or less, but at the same time I am starting to get that nagging feeling in the back of my head because I am this close to finishing medical school and then comes residency and then comes my master's degree and then maybe even a PhD and oh boy, actually growing up? So yeah, 2012 you will either be as amazing as the invention of sliced bread or you will kick my ass from here to Asgard. I'm still excited though :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because, even with some downs so down I might have scrapped rock bottom with my heeled boots, 2011 was nice, more than nice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I finally found the people at my uni whom I love more than a fat kid loves a candy shop (yeah, my med school group rocks, our online chat group is not named Masterminds for nothing!) and that makes even the most tired days on whatever rotation a bit easier and a bit more fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also got to spend sweet lazy days geeing out with <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a> and nights chatting with the wonderful <a href="http://smartologie.blogspot.com/">Smaranda</a>, and meeting <a href="http://thehearabouts.blogspot.com/">amazing</a> <a href="http://thewonderfashion.blogspot.com/">beautiful</a> <a href="http://abfab-magazine.blogspot.com/">girls</a> <a href="http://tenshistylesarang.blogspot.com/">for coffee</a> and <a href="http://www.sweetfancytreat.com/">fabulous</a> <a href="http://www.whitelace.ro/">fairs</a>, and even though my love for fashion in the conventional sense has dwindled a bit, I am glad to report my <a href="http://www.fashioninmyeyes.com/">love</a> <a href="http://thrilloftheheel.blogspot.com/">for all</a> <a href="http://www.faboulista.com/">these</a> <a href="http://modniza-fashiondoctor.blogspot.com/">excellent</a> <a href="http://inozza.blogspot.com/">blogs</a> has just gotten <a href="http://somethinglikeanna.blogspot.com/">stronger</a> because of the people behind them. (I suck at commenting though so maybe this new year will keep my ADD under control :P)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I read amazing books and became one with the couch in my quest to watch as many movies and tv shows as possibly can (maybe I'll post my top favorites, if I can get my fingers typing and if my brain can narrow it down) and I came to finally accept that I am the kind of person who cannot simply just like something, it's either obsess or nothing - as <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/">my Tumblr</a> could probably prove.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And also celebrated our 2 year anniversary with The Boy, so really life couldn't be better right now ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this is me wishing you all a happy new year, and lets make this one kick-ass, okay?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606206433/" title="NYE is Upon Us Yet Again by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6606206433_c825d93492_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One last photoshoot to end the year. With my perfect new Doctor Who t-shirt (from my boy who knows me so very well) and just out of the cinema after watching The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, so I was all sorts of giddy and all kinds of frozen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606206017/" title="NYE is Upon Us Yet Again by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7026/6606206017_46d8bac781_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606206793/" title="NYE is Upon Us Yet Again by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6606206793_79c4a5505b_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>You never forget your first doctor.</i> I am so going to wear this shirt on my first day of residency, mark my words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606205579/" title="NYE is Upon Us Yet Again by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6606205579_3a5a51164a_z.jpg" width="600" height="</span>400<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606205109/" title="Christmas Means Food by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6606205109_9f3182e167_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Christmas Means Food" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div><i></i></div><i>"I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life. Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and forever."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">A bit of Neil Gaiman goes a long way. Happy New Year everyone ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6606204641/" title="We Have a Tree by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6606204641_7ac8c42b79_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Have a Tree" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/I+Want+To+Be+Evil/43YZef?src=5">Eartha Kitt - I Want to Be Evil</a></b></div></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-21270104446801870822011-12-15T16:21:00.003+02:002011-12-15T16:25:30.744+02:00"We come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505134665/" title="Morning by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6505134665_295a81aed2_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Morning" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When I die and my life flashes before my eyes, I think the only things I'll see will be books and tv shows and movies. And probably this exact end of the couch.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know this might be just the exhaustion and the cold and the <i>winter-which-is-bad</i> (<i>winter-which-is-good</i> has reindeers and lights and fluffy Charlie Brown snow) and the hypoglycemic crash after the sugar high but: I cannot wait for the Christmas vacation to be here so I can do like a brain burrowing parasite and tunnel my way to the middle of my marshmallow soft duvet and take shelter there until February, only coming out for air or to change the show I am watching.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, normal people's expectations and dreams are skyscrapers, mine are the tiny pebbles that inhabit the bottom of the Mariana Trench. But I heard it's nice down there, all quiet and most importantly a perfect place to sleep. Because I am sure that if I hear the words <i>congenital heart malformation</i> again I will act all PTSD and jump behind the first piece of furniture I see and curl up in a ball.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(For a person who doesn't get it, I sure do talk about sleep a lot, don't I? That would be sad if... no, wait, yeah, it's sad).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505135459/" title="Cooking Days and Nights by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6505135459_8117349576_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Cooking Days and Nights" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Boy and I spent some time in the kitchen this week, either for cooking scrumptious, complex meals that we could pair up with a nice bottle of wine and a re-watch of The Boondock Saints (how completely <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/13867085484/mutiler-favorite-films-the-boondock-saints">amazing</a>, <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/13731468792">silly with a hint of berserk</a> and deranged is this movie? I love the Boondock Saints and you can roll your eyes at me but I can't help loving perfect movies with the perfect hint of gratuitous violence.) or lazying it out and eating cereal out of the box. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know what works well when you're just a tiny bit hungover? Improvised photoshoot!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505142457/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6505142457_7dbbf4308e_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505144597/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6505144597_3172a9805a_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wore this to my darlings Roxu's birthday party which was a great night of dancing and drinking and of food runs at 4am and saving pigeons. That last part if not a euphemism.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505147463/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6505147463_f47eb712ea_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505139001/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6505139001_bc77b431dc_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505136071/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6505136071_a9d46bc3c9_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What's the point of having a long, flow-y skirt if you don't get to swish around in it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505145237/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6505145237_dc84b03afd_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505143487/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7170/6505143487_5277e62d44_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The cardigan I bought just because it had sparkly pockets. I guess this is the reason why I am not allowed to have a credit card. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505141593/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6505141593_3c97349276_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: Zara <b>skirt</b>, Mango<b> tee and necklace</b>, Kotton <b>cardigan</b>, Musette <b>boots</b>.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505145637/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6505145637_9ccfa08199_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The purple hair I mentioned. I feel like the teenager me is proud right now. (Well, proud as she can be when she's not sulking in a corner listening to Linkin Park because <i>no one gets me, god!</i>)</div><div></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;">These are the earrings I won in the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/myselvagedlife#">MySelvagedLife</a> and <a href="http://pansylane.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-hair-old-dress-giveaway.html">Pansy Lane</a> giveaway. They are ridiculously gorgeous and I thoroughly recommend visiting both sites :) Thank you so very much again for making my jewelry box a happier place.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><h1 class="shop-name" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-size:14px;"><span class="shopname wrap " style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; display: inline-block; white-space: nowrap; "></span></h1></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505146947/" title="Like Morticia Minus the Death by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7162/6505146947_8227595663_z.jpg" width="400" height="640" alt="Like Morticia Minus the Death" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Deep down, my mother regrets buying me this skirt as gift for St. Nick's.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of hair, I was so pleased to be invited to test out a new hair care line from <a href="http://www.laboratoarelenewtone.ro/">Newtone</a>. I got a mail from the lovely <a href="http://abfab-magazine.blogspot.com/">Alina</a> asking me if I wanted to try the new line of hair care - shampoo, conditioner, special lotion and vitamins - designed to help nourish and regenerate the hair. All the products contain special ingredients to help with any dry scalp problems or hair loss and make hair a little bit happier.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the good part? They smell divine ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505148541/" title="Pretty Hair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6505148541_b15a2224b9_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Pretty Hair" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hand written note. I am a sucker for hand written notes. Want me to do something? Just send me a card and I will be clinging to you like a leech to a warm body part :))</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I tried them out and really enjoyed it. Because I am the perfect example of a faker than fake red-head, my hair has suffered profoundly after two years of dyeing and my scalp is usually very dry and I am scared one day I will wake up with no hair because my hair follicles will just get up and leave instead of suffering through one more bleaching at the salon (my hair is very outspoken, you see.) so these weeks of treatment did it good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The treatment really did wonders to my scalp, no more dandruff and dryness from the second washing. Though I will be honest with you, I have spent this time mostly inside the house, in my PJs with my hair in a tight bun and forgetting to comb it for days on end so I'm not sure about the hair loss (glamorous med student up in here!!) but I think I did notice less hair on the brush when I did have to leave the house and do my Rapunzel moves :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The only thing it did not solve were my hair ends, which are usually dry as a mummy at the British Museum. But I do not think it was not for the lack of trying or from a bad product, but because my hair ends are the ones that have suffered the most bleaching and dyeing and are naturally either brittle most days or soft-ish in a good day. I am sure the treatment would be ace for people who don't put their hair through a blow-torching ever 4 weeks :) But I have to admit, my hair did feel a bit more smoother and shinier after a few washes so I do give it a thumbs up for breathing a bit of life in my fake fiery mane.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All in all, it's a very good product and would wholeheartedly recommend it for anyone out there who wants to take care of their hair better than I do. It's nourishing and I think perfect for your hair if it wants to survive the cold weather. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out their site here and enjoy: <a href="http://www.laboratoarelenewtone.ro/">Laboratoarele Newtone</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505147985/" title="Pretty Hair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6505147985_d4b865d550_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Pretty Hair" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6505134993/" title="Purple a la Prince by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6505134993_d3e121a91e_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Purple a la Prince" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To quote my mother: "If your hair didn't looks like a transvestite dancer's before, it sure looks like it belongs on stage now." And yes, I am taking that as a compliment because my mother always means well. Mostly(ish).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Song of the Day:</b> <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Immigrant+Song/4jipTt?src=5"><b>Trent Reznor feat. Karen O - Immigrant Song</b></a></div></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-5869123210201325432011-11-27T14:14:00.001+02:002011-11-27T14:15:08.343+02:00"I want to drive you through the night, down the hills."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350365836/" title="Better Than Blood in My Veins by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6223/6350365836_664541732e_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Better Than Blood in My Veins" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Those awful mornings when you have to wake up really, really, ridiculously early to study but you end up shoving your phone under the bed and sleeping until half the city is already halfway through their to-do list while you are a groggy, comatose mess. Well, at least coffee tastes great regardless of the hour.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pediatrics has been kicking my ass, that's all the news on this side of the blogosphere. The kids are adorable and it sometimes takes all I have to not pick one of them up and run away yelling "<i>Mine mine mine mine!</i>" (I'm looking at you, cute ginger kid from a few weeks ago, oh my god your tiny little nose and your cute freckles still make me melt in a pile of goo!) but I suddenly understand why my mother, with 30 years of medicine under her belt, still cringes when she hears the word <i>pediatrics</i>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I feel okay about that, because even though I still can't hear anything when listening to their lungs - except for the <i>waaaaaahhhh</i> when they're freaked out from the stethoscope - and even though I am constantly nursing a cold because they always sneeze right <i>in my face</i>, I still love it. I think this is what Stockholm Syndrome is all about :))</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Got to drop by the Absolutely Fabulous Fair and managed to not see any of the clothes but spend all the time giggling with <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a> about our love for Supernatural. We even caught poor<span><span> <a href="http://thewonderfashion.blogspot.com/2011/11/absolutely-fabulous-november-edition.html">Anaivilo</a></span></span><a href="http://thewonderfashion.blogspot.com/"></a> between our fangirling but she proved not just sweet but incredibly stoic and put up with us bravely ;))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350366112/" title="Fabulous Fair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6104/6350366112_52415e1a0e_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Fabulous Fair" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anaivilo's great shoes and tights combo that caught my eye.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350366050/" title="Fabulous Fair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6234/6350366050_a2085b3e5d_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Fabulous Fair" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6349619251/" title="Fabulous Fair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6231/6349619251_d0c5d76305_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Fabulous Fair" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mee<span><span>t <a href="http://thrilloftheheel.blogspot.com/2011/11/absolutely-fabulous.html">Andreea</a></span></span><a href="http://thrilloftheheel.blogspot.com/"><span><span></span></span></a> for the first time and <i>ooh</i>-ed and <i>aahh</i>-ed over her purchases. Alice managed to garner my respect again because, unlike my mental hangups when it comes to it, she can wear rings like it's n one's business.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6349619325/" title="Fabulous Fair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6115/6349619325_ec42a620af_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Fabulous Fair" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Got to meet <a href="http://www.costinm.com/2011/11/bloggers-meetup-mid-autumn-edition.html">Costin M.</a> for the first time and also saw the fabulous <a href="http://thehearabouts.blogspot.com/2011/11/absolutely-fabulous-no-10.html">The Hearabouts</a> girls and <a href="http://tenshistylesarang.blogspot.com/2011/11/always-absolutely-fabulous-fair.html">Laura</a>, who all looked amazing - as always. Check out all their blog posts for more photos; trust me they're all worthy of your undivided attention!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350366166/" title="Fabulous Fair by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6112/6350366166_e214b73464_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Fabulous Fair" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A week spent in the house studying of course lead to other things. I read one glorious book (<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2967752-the-elegance-of-the-hedgehog">The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery</a> - I recommend it!), cleaned my room almost every damn day and found pencils and books I though lost in the cave that I call my room, watched half a season of Firefly and cried when I remembered that's the only season (might have been sleep deprived by then, blah.) and enjoyed food like a medical student can only enjoy when she's sleepless and procrastinating.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350365956/" title="Food Glorious Food by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6232/6350365956_4b7c04070c_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Food Glorious Food" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Add to this a steady diet of spinach tagliatelle, fresh parmesan cheese and delicious Belgian chocolate my mother got as a gift from some friends who visited this November and you've got... well, to be honest a girl who thanks the lord she got blessed with good genes (thanks mom!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350366010/" title="Food Glorious Food by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6113/6350366010_bdeaa73a40_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Food Glorious Food" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, so take a bunch of medical students bored out of their wits, add a couple of hours before a class where they learned more than they ever needed to know about schizophrenia (a.n.: dear mother nature, thank you for blessing me with a normal brain chemistry, I owe you one.) and then you just need to tell them they can visit the Antipa Natural History Museum for free and our collective IQ suddenly drops by exactly 43.7%. True story.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6349619359/" title="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6229/6349619359_5c88abc387_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6349619507/" title="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6232/6349619507_951d969294_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350366676/" title="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6228/6350366676_4906992cc8_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Giant giraffe. How could we not play with it? <i>How</i>, I ask you!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6349619775/" title="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6234/6349619775_878b11a5d3_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: Mango <b>dress</b>, H&M <b>shirt</b>, Accessorize <b>tights</b>, Musette <b>boots</b>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6350366624/" title="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6107/6350366624_d61e357456_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Dinosaurs And Other Fun Stuff Too" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was also the last sunny day of the year. I think that fact will excuse our behavior, don't you agree?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As the weather cooled, I've moved from actually spending time outside to dedicating my winter to a permanent vegetative state. That includes getting snug as a bug in a rug with a good book or my Kindle, watching a lot of movies (Drive! The Boondock Saints! Crazy Stupid Love! The Incredibles! Tron!) or ridiculously bad-but-so-good tv shows (The Walking Dead, how I missed your discussing self!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And of course Sunday brunch with The Boy :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389384179/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6052/6389384179_c6c38f9c79_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was freezing here. But I had also a) drank a Mimosa at 11am and b) found out Mimosas are alcoholic so I was past the point of giving a tiny rat's ass :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389382073/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6035/6389382073_d7cb5c690a_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Wearing: Mango <b>coat</b>, Kotton <b>dress</b>, Musette <b>boots</b>, Zara <b>bag</b>, <a href="http://dulapulbunicii.blogspot.com/">Alice & Sara</a> <b>headband,</b> vintage <b>bracelet</b>.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389382751/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6235/6389382751_6d93ae4607_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389383457/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6225/6389383457_9f74809134_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Got purple highlight. Cause that's how I roll. Will hopefully be able to show them off some more next time. If I don't turn into a giant sloth as soon as December knocks - or, more likely, bludgeons down my door in party hat demanding all my body heat and mental capabilities.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389384757/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6231/6389384757_b257e0d80d_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389380927/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6214/6389380927_2442f9cf15_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389380227/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6046/6389380227_c85c6d8e9f_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Drool worthy American pancakes. And Mimosas. With alcohol. Before noon. My liver will one day sneakily leave my body while I'm having a food coma nap, I can just feel it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6389381399/" title="Sunday Brunching by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6118/6389381399_204dc5e18f_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Sunday Brunching" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Nightcall/4i6YaN?src=5">Kavinsky feat. Lovefoxx - Nightcall</a></b></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-10689436543551017962011-11-01T22:36:00.007+02:002011-11-02T16:03:42.721+02:00"Kill your heroes and fly, fly, baby don't cry."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302395349/" title="Brownies and Movies by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6101/6302395349_6285bd43f5_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Brownies and Movies" /></a></div><i>How to enjoy a day of baking: buy all the ingredients, pop open a bottle of wine, find a good movie that you've already seen a couple of times so you won't feel like you're missing something (my choice was Iron Man, because you can never get too much of <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/12129035239/nick-this-on-the-other-hand-is-agent-romanoffs">Robert Downey Jr.</a>) and then keep your fingers crossed that you don't burn down the kitchen or drop the batch of brownies all over the floor and yourself and get 2nd degree burns (...not that that has ever happened to me, nope, never, I am a good baker, I swear! Ahem).</i><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have gone through the plague and survived, hear me roar with health! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, might be a bit of a drama queen here, it was not exactly the plague (that is soooo 14th century), it was more like a tiny cold virus but the idea still stands: I kicked its ass and came out victorious with nothing more than the destruction of an entire community of handkerchiefs and probably a renal insufficiency because of the abnormal amounts of paracetamol I've been ingesting. But booyah!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a long week that I spent becoming one with the couch, where I acquired a nice shade of pasty white (think asylum white, with a touch of eggshell) and ate my weight in Cheerios. Also watched serious amounts E.R. and spent each episode yelling differential diagnostics at the laptop screen. I don't have issues, I'm just a really nerdy med student.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, this week I finally found the perfect subject for my doctorate. I am very excited if by excited you mean hyperventilating with happiness and scared out of my wits. Yay?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302921194/" title="Old Spice Guy Is Right by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302921194/" title="Old Spice Guy Is Right by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/6302921194_15d2a7f935_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Old Spice Guy Is Right" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because I've been having a very close relationship with The Boy's couch, I've also been taking advantage of his things. Those things being wi-fi and his Old Spice. Really, I'm not the one to fall head over heels for products because of their<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TusJ8HSLaUs"> comical and amazing</a> ads, but I adore the smell of this deodorant. Also, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owGykVbfgUE">he's on a horse</a> :))</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302394059/" title="Brownies and Movies by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302394059/" title="Brownies and Movies by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6093/6302394059_8cede07b64_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Brownies and Movies" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302920790/" title="Drink With Your Head by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6119/6302920790_9122d7cddf_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Drink With Your Head" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Made brownies again, two days in a row, mostly because on the first day I managed to drop the steaming hot batch of brownie batter on myself. I blame my lack of coordination and the wet floor but now that my burns are healed I can laugh about it. It might have also been because of the glass of wine I was savoring while cooking but how can I say no to such a cute wine bottle stopper?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302394773/" title="Eggtastic by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302394773/" title="Eggtastic by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6116/6302394773_530e200d3f_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Eggtastic" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The awkward moment of the week: when we realized that the only thing we had in the fridge, besides beer and mustard, was a giant ostrich egg. That made for some fun, albeit starving, times.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302922216/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302922216/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6096/6302922216_4f7b6f1229_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Less Psycho, More Fangirl" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The day I started walking with the living again. The night before these photos were taken I was plagued by the last remains of a fever and high on drugs so I decided to watch Star Trek and, because I forgot J.J. Abrams is a vicious sadistic little twerp, I of course started crying within the first 10 minutes and petting the laptop screen while whispering "<a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/11839432199">You tragic, beautiful human being!</a>"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">(I then decided it was all too sad so I changed to movie to The Hurt Locker. Of course, you <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/12205102086">can imagine</a> <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/12205202288">how well that went</a>. Not my brightest moment.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302922588/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302922588/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6091/6302922588_4d53969a2d_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Less Psycho, More Fangirl" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302396293/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6040/6302396293_80ddac9eee_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Less Psycho, More Fangirl" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Halloween has passed and I could, yet again, not be bothered to do anything so I took the opportunity to wear my American Psycho t-shirt and act like it was because I was feeling the All Hallow's Eve spirit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: H&M <b>trench</b>, no brand <b>tee & scarf</b>, Mango <b>jeans</b>, Nine West <b>boots.</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302922774/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302922774/" title="Less Psycho, More Fangirl by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6302922774_826117e66f_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Less Psycho, More Fangirl" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I do love me some crazy <a href="http://teddykaplan.tumblr.com/post/12189644217">Patrick Bateman</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="window"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=3652518&style=metal&p=0"><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=3652518&style=metal&p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, so I did actually do something for Halloween. I ate delicious Cheerios and watched the best Halloween movie of all times: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073629/">Rocky Horror Picture Show</a>.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, if you're next thought is "Hey, I saw the <i>Glee</i> special episode!" I say <i>Cease and Desist!,</i> leave this page right now and immediately go and watch this fantastic, cheeky, fabulous cult classic movie and never, ever mention the <i>Glee</i> special in front of me ever again. No, really, if you do, I will have to use the dark side of the Force on you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because Rocky Horror is the kind of musical that would take <i>Glee</i> behind the school and kick it's cute little pig-tailed head in, using just one perfectly manicured pinky finger. While wearing heels. And with its eyes closed. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="window"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775119&style=metal&p=0"><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775119&style=metal&p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302919448/" title="RHPS for Halloween by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6104/6302919448_b1a0b15bb6_z.jpg" width="640" height="581" alt="RHPS for Halloween" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="window"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775119&style=metal&p=0"><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775119&style=metal&p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"></embed></object></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rocky Horror is the cheesiest, kitschiest thing you shall ever see. It has enough glitter to choke a blue whale, enough gay to make Elton John blush and it tip-toes the line between cheap and fantastic like it's the show runner in a drag queen race. It's a like a sugary, vulgar bon-bon with a sparkly soft center. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just superb 70s awesomeness at its best!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="window"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775121&style=metal&p=0"><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775121&style=metal&p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302393757/" title="RHPS for Halloween by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302393757/" title="RHPS for Halloween by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6046/6302393757_af100144d9_z.jpg" width="640" height="597" alt="RHPS for Halloween" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="window"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775122&style=metal&p=0"><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775122&style=metal&p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The movie stars Tim Curry who proves that mother nature is not fair because he rocks the high heels and garters better than most women, Susan Sarandon when she was a young fresh thing ready to be debauched and a guy in a pair of really skimpy gold shorts. That's really all you need to know for now, trust me :))</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd tell you the plot but it's too ridiculous to even write down so I'll just say this: get the movie, get some popcorn and a sparkly top hat and get ready to sing <i>Sweet Transvestite</i> for the next week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="250" height="40"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"><param name="wmode" value="window"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775128&style=metal&p=0"><embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&songIDs=775128&style=metal&p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302393849/" title="RHPS for Halloween by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6302393849/" title="RHPS for Halloween by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6302393849_82ef4ba38c_z.jpg" width="640" height="491" alt="RHPS for Halloween" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><i>Collages made by me. Photos from Tumblr and WeHeartIt.</i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a memorable ride, witty and all raw, cutting (totally not straight) humor. It's a campy delight and I do hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Just remember to take it with an open mind and not be too jealous of how perfect Tim Curry's legs look in those thigh highs ;)</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Kill+Your+Heroes/3WJday?src=5">Awolnation - Kill Your Heroes</a></b></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-42970539724604500932011-10-23T20:21:00.003+03:002011-10-23T20:25:16.380+03:00"Something has gone away and we won’t get it back."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269500676/" title="Home Is Where the Pie Is by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6035/6269500676_96385901a3_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Home Is Where the Pie Is" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The time of the year when one should hunt for fruit in the modern jungles we call supermarkets and bake, bake, bake perfect scrumptious pies made to be eaten while watching silly, mindless comedies. And because I'm me, of course I am sick to the bone and coughing out a lung and, by the looks of it, even a pancreas, and doing exactly the opposite of yummy pies and tv. You better be running Murphy, cause I'm out to get you as soon as I can breathe through both nostrils!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fifth year of medical school, you sure took the whole "get them while they're fresh!" thing really personally, didn't you? Because really, I like a little bit of foreplay with my exams, <i>thankyouverymuch</i>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's not nice to sneak up on kids like that, because while you might presume that student brains are fresh and crisp and, most importantly, <i>empty</i> after a summer vacation, here's what you're missing: they are in fact filled with so much unnecessary mundane facts and sensations (like sleeping in on Sundays after a night of dancing <i>on</i> bars, and the entire discography of the newest band we heard in that club that one time with the glitter disco ball y'know?, and how to get the perfect french manicure at 2 am, and oh my god can <a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltg7k3fDrr1qfchdho1_500.gif">Thor's hair get even more ridiculous</a>) and so, we have no room for any more stuff. Like really big medical words. Or really, new big words in general.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So yes, I did feel like I've been taken from the soft, warm crib of mindlessness and dumped in the bucket of ice water of knowledge and it makes my brain feel like it's been hit with a sledgehammer. (And this might be the cough medicine talking. Don't quote me on that.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But yes, two weeks of school and BAM! exam time. One moment I was busy fangirling over comic book movies of awesome and the next moment I was trying to remember all the physical signs of Duchenne muscular dystrophy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But this brings us to the two most important things that have been occupying my atrophied brain these past couple of weeks:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>a) </b>Pediatric Neurology. Oh man, I was so freaked out on my first day. Because adults are okay, you can't break their bones by poking too hard and you can't drop them mostly because you never have to lift them in the first place which is a relief. So yeah, I was scared out of my wits the first time it was just me and a baby in a room, in an odd staring contest with me clutching the file like it was lifeline and him making happy gurgling noises.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But after two weeks I can say this has been my favorite rotation ever. Neurology is fascinating even if overwhelming, there are so many interesting things to know and I cannot believe I was actually completely thrilled by testing reflexes. And the kids. <i>The kids</i>! Teacup humans - like humans, except miniature! But with so much strength in their little bodies and souls to power the world that I am now completely and utterly in love with this specialty.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>b) </b>You didn't expect a post without me being a geek, did you? So, here we go: how cool is the new <a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/marvel/avengers/">Avengers trailer</a>? I've been waiting for this movie ever since I were a kid! I think my reaction was something along the lines of keyboard smashing and giggling like I inhaled laughing gas the first time I watched it. And then I watched it again. And again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because you see, these are most of my favorite superheroes and they will all be on the screen at the same time! Thor who is the superhero equivalent of a football jock who's been hit in the head too many times and with <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/11320885938/gyzym-geniusbillionaireplayboy-thor-is">an addiction to hair products</a>, and Loki who<a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/11813326898/im-the-monster-parents-tell-their-children-about"> just needs a hug</a> (a.n.: I will be yelling this at the screen. Repeatedly.) and Hawkeye the man who shoots arrows for a living and is still <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/11513848776">cooler than you'll ever</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And of course, Tony Stark. Tony Stark is my favorite because he's like this <a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt5z5fD0Lj1qzgc80o1_500.png">obnoxious little shit</a> who is actually filled with so many issues to sink the Titanic and has the self-worth of a slug which he hides under a facade of a huge ass ego and <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/10842682997/anthony-edward-stark-industrial-genius-s-b">don't-give-a-damn-cause-I'm-a-genius</a> eyerolls and he pushes my buttons the right way cause I love my heroes a tad bit broken. (I'm looking at you Batman.) (Also, I feel like <a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt0j543wLW1qbvk4fo1_500.png">Captain America and Iron Man</a> <a href="http://mc-mitters.tumblr.com/post/11342722336">should definitely be married</a>.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(And yes, I overanalyze things but that's because I care and have <i>all the feelings</i>, guys! I am sure <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a> understands my excitement.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Besides my fangirling over both medical and comic book stuff, this post is a collage of what I've been up to since, well, my last post. Firstly, I was lucky to be invited by the sweet <a href="http://abfab-magazine.blogspot.com/">Alina Tanasa</a> to the <b>Il Passo</b> launch of their new fall/winter shoe collection. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And let me tell you, it was a really great night of shoe eye candy. I almost walked out with a few pairs stashed in my bag if it weren't for the damn security systems. I jest, of course ;) I also got to spend some time with some charming bloggers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269502974/" title="Lovely Shoes & Lovely Ladies by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6163/6269502974_5e0f5bffc0_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Lovely Shoes & Lovely Ladies" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Raluca and Sil from <a href="http://bucharest-style.blogspot.com/">Bucharest Style</a>, <a href="http://gabrielaciobanu.com/">Gabriela</a>, <a href="http://www.fashioninmyeyes.com/">Denisa</a>, <a href="http://modniza-fashiondoctor.blogspot.com/">Stella</a>, <a href="http://alinaene.wordpress.com/">Alina Ene</a> and yours truly.</div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269503182/" title="Lovely Shoes & Lovely Ladies by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269503182/" title="Lovely Shoes & Lovely Ladies by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6060/6269503182_7703339066_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Lovely Shoes & Lovely Ladies" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">It was nice finally getting out of the house and surrounding myself with a drop of glitz and a pinch of glam. Yes, it's true I was dropping dead from sleep deprivation and I could not remember the exact date of the last time I washed my hair (Yes, I know, <i>glamour</i> is my middle name. Or is that <i>lazybones</i>?) but I knew that I could always distract from all these things by pointing to the fabulous shoes and yelling "Oh my god, look at that heel!" as I subtlety exited stage left.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituvorl4vMyvrvIwzrNL3D-j2nCfUReLTNv7wB1y5SKc338Tp-zS6KFxZAnqs0aCZUrtBy2sld-5Sya6-lrpCIP8LZKg5Iu0MaafXAC76OMvD3brk1In9okJhozFP-1peaSExG3-avUso/s1600/RUX_2275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituvorl4vMyvrvIwzrNL3D-j2nCfUReLTNv7wB1y5SKc338Tp-zS6KFxZAnqs0aCZUrtBy2sld-5Sya6-lrpCIP8LZKg5Iu0MaafXAC76OMvD3brk1In9okJhozFP-1peaSExG3-avUso/s1600/RUX_2275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituvorl4vMyvrvIwzrNL3D-j2nCfUReLTNv7wB1y5SKc338Tp-zS6KFxZAnqs0aCZUrtBy2sld-5Sya6-lrpCIP8LZKg5Iu0MaafXAC76OMvD3brk1In9okJhozFP-1peaSExG3-avUso/s400/RUX_2275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666661618834376994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 232px; " /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkj-FrKWNVYnTtXh5TWgzRLI2S0SEL1q5i5KGkZ712zCTNtRiI4Ottxa_YfH6UdXn7uWxGDlmgDP7pjxVFisUdlr37TgxjZtVXfWXQPRzTsVUPBbfM6CO6pAf9CT160dbybKBJUpQO7Rs/s1600/RUX_2249.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkj-FrKWNVYnTtXh5TWgzRLI2S0SEL1q5i5KGkZ712zCTNtRiI4Ottxa_YfH6UdXn7uWxGDlmgDP7pjxVFisUdlr37TgxjZtVXfWXQPRzTsVUPBbfM6CO6pAf9CT160dbybKBJUpQO7Rs/s400/RUX_2249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666661615527407634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 232px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you like the shoes as much as I do, you can check them out on their spanking <a href="http://www.ilpasso.ro/shoponline">brand new website</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6bE58x8SFYkYY5-Ts5dheyf1xS6xReLGPq2ua-bfk24w6LFhn4G3qFsHM5l7iJZ4nZjY5H6fDCz-BeCDBHyn5_fiyceO2CP5D5qwaBhV62OXEJrqGys7t57LQvZmpI4fG2rQJwtgbZU/s400/RUX_2225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666661400605772802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Photos via <a href="http://modniza-fashiondoctor.blogspot.com/">Stella's blog</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.259015494143763.67873.100001059444607&type=1">Il Passo</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6268976617/" title="Let the Sun Warm Our Fingers by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6238/6268976617_ec337cbd17_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="Let the Sun Warm Our Fingers" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The last outfit photos I took before the weather decided it was gonna take cool to a whole new level and bring out a miniature Ice Age on our city. They're a reminder that the sun once shone and I could still leave the house without three sweaters on. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I wore this on an outing with <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a>, when we had coffee and talked about our undying love for anything and everything related to <a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgfj3uAgRz1qz9anlo1_500.gif">Supernatural</a>. Apparently nothing brings two girls together better than a mutual appreciation of demon hunter brothers, Chevy Impalas and nerdy angels ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6268976847/" title="Let the Sun Warm Our Fingers by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6268976847_cb1c552c7f_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Let the Sun Warm Our Fingers" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: Mango <b>dress</b>, Zara <b>shoes</b> & <b>bag</b>, fake <b>wayfarers</b>, Killah <b>skull bracelet,</b> Tissot <b>watch</b>.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6268977139/" title="Let the Sun Warm Our Fingers by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6218/6268977139_1c13032025_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Let the Sun Warm Our Fingers" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269500322/" title="Home Is Where the Pie Is by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6269500322_65ab06f9c8_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Home Is Where the Pie Is" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also fell in love with butter again. Not very good for the waist or for the cholesterol, but really good for those nights when the wine is exquisite and the peaches are ready to be cut up, sugared up and snuggled in yummy dough.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269500950/" title="Home Is Where the Pie Is by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6166/6269500950_2a1c4575c9_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Home Is Where the Pie Is" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recipe adapted from <a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2011/08/peach-blueberry-pie/">Joy the Baker</a> ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6268973699/" title="Assassin's Creed & Jeans by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6268973699_eeb7a5183e_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Assassin's Creed & Jeans" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like I've mentioned, because the temperatures have gone from <i>One Does Simply Fry in Mordor</i> to <i>Hello, Welcome to the Arctic, High-Five the Penguins for Us</i> with the speed of the hadron collider, the weirdest thing has happened: I have fully accepted jeans into my life, even if rather cautiously. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As you probably have noted, I'm a skirts and dresses kind of girl and rarely venture away from them. But I have to admit, not only do they keep my butt warm when the winds are threatening to freeze the word, it is also nice to finally not have to sit down all lady like. Sometimes I need less Audrey and more Brando in my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6268974259/" title="Assassin's Creed & Jeans by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6268974259_3fd3c4aa24_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Assassin's Creed & Jeans" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269498982/" title="39802011_09Assassin's Creed & Jeans_30 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6211/6269498982_2fc4ed421b_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="39802011_09Assassin's Creed & Jeans_30" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">New action figure added to The Boy's and my collection: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bavMvN_1WOg&feature=related">Assassin's Creed's Ezio</a> ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6268974029/" title="Assassin's Creed & Jeans by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6212/6268974029_ec89766f32_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Assassin's Creed & Jeans" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Repeat after me: comfy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And in case you ever though I am a mature kind of person who has her life perfectly together (I don't know where one would get that idea, even if it has <i>occasionally</i> happened, but so rare, like an eclipse or mysterious spotting of Dodo birds) I give you the one and only photo to sum up my time during the Pediatric rotation:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6269083369/" title="Pediatrics (Or Who's the Kid Again?) by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6269083369_8398c54300_z.jpg" width="600" height="450" alt="Pediatrics (Or Who's the Kid Again?)" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Future doctors! :))</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And because we are the Pillars of Maturity™ we even actually gave the toys to the kids. After playing with them ourselves. But only for a little while. Like an hour. Ahem, look, a bunny!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Super+Black/2v9oSD?src=5"><b>Northern Lite - Super Black</b></a></div></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-19362287729140914542011-09-20T20:20:00.002+03:002011-09-21T12:44:15.296+03:00"Making love with our ego."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098862867/" title="29032011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6098862867_4706a491b9_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29032011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Looks pretty, doesn't it? And it really is until you find yourself taking four lefts and ending up not where you started but somewhere completely different with the realization that everything is curved in Amsterdam but hey, at least they sell pot so you may be lost but at least --- oooh, donuts!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Actual transcript of my thought process in the week spent in the lovely yet so confusing Amsterdam.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hello wonderful people of the blogosphere or whatever the cool kids are calling it these days, I come with messages of peace that revolve around the idea that, contrary to popular belief and whatever this damn cold is trying to prove to my lungs, I am not actually dead but very much alive (...ish).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know that people who just know me through this blog might think that I went to Holland and got lost into the world of delicious surely-this-is-what-the-gods-eat french fries and hallucinogenic plants and decided that life is better spent canoeing on the scenic canals but alas, no, I had to come back home. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Where I promptly got hit by the terrible, terrifying, hide-yo-kids-and-hide-yo-wife state of being/disease that presents itself as a need to never leave the bed/couch and the craving of junk food and 90s tv shows. Total shutdown. Frozen in space and time as if Medusa's head crawled out of the legends and smacked me over the face.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the excitement (or fear?! Stockholm syndrome alert!) of the approaching new university year is starting to poke my brain into something resembling "alertness" and here I am.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wish I cuddle you all, give the <a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnz8ldCu5j1qi8p9g.gif">single manly tear of emotion</a>, and promise that I will never leave again but we all know this would be a very fat lie. (Med students, never trust us. We looks professional until you turn your back and then we use scalpels as lightsabers and dress up the skeletons in our winter clothes. Seriously.)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My return also brings photos. A lot of photos. I hope you're ready to have your bandwidth killed and mauled, because I was the photographic equivalent of<i> trigger happy</i> this vacation. ( a.k.a. quantity versus quality of shooting!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Holland!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Or The Country Where Drugs Are a Plenty, French Fries Are Addictive, Beer Is Better Than Water and Sarcasm Is Not Appreciated.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amsterdam is a weird city. Even though it left me with the feeling of being the kind of city that tries to act all cool and hip while being a tiny little dictator in the making, it still was fun. Everything smelled like weed, the food was delicious and it looks like a toy city for humans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099408322/" title="28652011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6063/6099408322_4b1ce9279f_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="28652011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Biggest regret: not visiting the Heineken factory. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But that might have been for the best because I realized that at one point all my liquid intake was beer, beer, more beer and coffee.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098860739/" title="28462011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6191/6098860739_502c133433_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="28462011_08_19" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099409410/" title="28942011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6063/6099409410_1c4b29578f_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="28942011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Starbucks radar is a-go. The Boy and I trying to look interested in all the memorial houses my mother dragged us to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099408190/" title="28572011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6099408190_e46803ec22_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="28572011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Spent seven days trying to pronounce this. The Dutch pronunciation is one part a lot of "oooh"s and one part <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go&feature=player_detailpage#t=107s">phlegm</a>. Fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098860623/" title="28412011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6209/6098860623_7a9db5cc96_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="28412011_08_19" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099407940/" title="28512011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6099407940_8c22bde823_z.jpg" width="333" height="</span>222<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty things everywhere you looked.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099408606/" title="28682011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6184/6099408606_e4b7c95975_z.jpg" width="333" height="</span>222<span class=" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099408716/" title="28692011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6197/6099408716_7c735838d6_z.jpg" width="333" height="</span>222<span class=" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is why I am fatter now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098863185/" title="29122011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6098863185_c014592220_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29122011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Learned how to make paint like Rembrandt. Gave a silent prayer to being born in the 80s. 1980s, that is.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098862527/" title="28962011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6063/6098862527_455d2856ec_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="28962011_08_19" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099410160/" title="29082011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6199/6099410160_31a938e9c8_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="29082011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">More pretty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098862223/" title="28872011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6087/6098862223_bd07c1afe0_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="28872011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Realized that 18th century rich people where just as ridiculous as today's rich people. Stuffed peacocks on the mantelpiece, really?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099411158/" title="29272011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6099411158_cf108c9a24_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="29272011_08_20" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099410554/" title="29212011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6099410554_f7b143b2c8_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="29212011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bunnies! With penises! And a lot of Andy Warhol around the city. But mostly, bunnies with penises!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099410724/" title="29242011_08_19 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6208/6099410724_dbc71e2758_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29242011_08_19" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hands down, the gay district was the funnest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098864407/" title="29302011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6079/6098864407_c963d537b9_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="29302011_08_20" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099411300/" title="29312011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6072/6099411300_b59a8e9df5_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="29312011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099411962/" title="29482011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6099411962_a1af27c22d_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29482011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Boy enjoyed the architecture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099413166/" title="29872011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6187/6099413166_d077da8756_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29872011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my worst nightmares: pigeon attack. <i>Shudder</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099412700/" title="29762011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6067/6099412700_cea66c84fe_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="29762011_08_20" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099412450/" title="29722011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6099412450_20c676329d_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="29722011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whatever age you are, a teacup-cozy made for a penis will still have you giggling like a blonde oh-my-virgin-eyes schoolgirl. True story :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098866459/" title="30012011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6207/6098866459_084eeec36d_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="30012011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">These people sure knew how to decorate their palaces. Fun story: because of the lack of internet on our phones, we spent about 15 minutes of staring at said statue trying to remember the name of the legendary god who held the dome of Heaven on his shoulders, going through all names from Chiron to Zephyros and that way had our very own Greek Mythology lesson right there and then.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Hint: It's Atlas and he is one badass S.O.B.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098866603/" title="30062011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6062/6098866603_711bc73c7a_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="30062011_08_20" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098866309/" title="29922011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6098866309_626ec2aa58_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="29922011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Opulence</i> was the word of the day back then, methinks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098865949/" title="29832011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6098865949_4f9252f538_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29832011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dam Square. Where the building were big and the Romanian gypsies begged for money in several languages. <i>"We don't steal, we adapt."</i> :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098866927/" title="30252011_08_21 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6098866927_8e2558d89b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="30252011_08_21" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Waiting for mother who was visiting yet another church.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098867307/" title="30292011_08_21 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6200/6098867307_f95a83ec89_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="30292011_08_21" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099414350/" title="30322011_08_21 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6202/6099414350_2e6209e76c_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="30322011_08_21" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Boy and I being tourists and doing tourist-y things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099414670/" title="30782011_08_21 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6099414670_58b2322217_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="30782011_08_21" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099414854/" title="30902011_08_21 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6062/6099414854_f495b3f35d_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="30902011_08_21" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Any break was much appreciated. Also bought a Rainbow Flag which I waved around happily after spending a night in a gay bar playing Bingo with drag queens and hiding behind The Boy because the bartender was giving me the stink eye and giving him a wink.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098868371/" title="31592011_08_22 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6195/6098868371_f3937dfa3d_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="31592011_08_22" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099415176/" title="31512011_08_22 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6099415176_f3df6293a6_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="31512011_08_22" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't like boat trips. But I have been forced by my mother to take a boat trip in every city we have visited that had a river so of course I was forced into one trip this time too. I made my feelings about that be know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099415558/" title="31972011_08_22 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6099415558_b1d5378721_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="31972011_08_22" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098868785/" title="32162011_08_22 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6098868785_66561ff84f_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="32162011_08_22" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">After walking like our life depended on it every day, we finally took a much needed break in the loveliest park ever. The weather was nice, the ducks were happy, The Boy and I spent the time trying to find good wi-fi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098869413/" title="32202011_08_24 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6098869413_aa2e0bc375_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32202011_08_24" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The shoes, ridiculous but cute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099412098/" title="29592011_08_20 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6070/6099412098_cc81eaf6c2_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="29592011_08_20" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All in all, it was a good trip. Ate well, had my heart melt at the beautiful art, got enough blisters on my feet to last me a lifetime, and laughed my ass off at how incredibly high every foreigner was after 8pm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">Paris</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Or The City Where </i>Non<i>! Is the Answer to Every Question Posed by a Foreigner, Where Things Disappear From Your Room and Where Wine Is Cheap But Good)</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paris was a 50/50 thing. Half was amazing, because<i> yay! Paris</i>, and half was the vacation from hell because our room was broken into and some of our things were stolen. That wouldn't have been too bad, but the police just shrugged their shoulders and the hotel was as helpful as a hole in the head, so that bummed us out a bit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But we still tried to make the best of it, even if the weather decided to say bye bye to summer and rain our parade. Paris and I are still not on speaking terms yet, but I think we need some time apart and things will be okay with us again. Hopefully!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099416824/" title="32432011_08_25 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6188/6099416824_000f25a53b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32432011_08_25" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pre-robbery and our first night there was spent in front of the Sacre Coeur, lazying on the ground and watching the sunset over the city. Life was okay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099416702/" title="32402011_08_25 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6099416702_9a7493ff96_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32402011_08_25" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were classy bitches and ate McD's while wearing our most ripped jeans. Oh yeah.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098870077/" title="32462011_08_25 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6098870077_bc73c8d150_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="32462011_08_25" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099417178/" title="32522011_08_25 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6197/6099417178_2f31b50879_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="32522011_08_25" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099417670/" title="32682011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6099417670_9bbb2aec49_z.jpg" width="600" height="450" alt="32682011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We walked around the Louvre, purposefully not going inside because the lines were killer and because we already had our fair share of art and culture while in Holland. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099417402/" title="32542011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6077/6099417402_f764e2ef93_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="32542011_08_26" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098870547/" title="32672011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6070/6098870547_4e58808761_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="32672011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The French sure know how to make a palace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098870779/" title="32712011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6098870779_10fa384e7f_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="32712011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098870921/" title="32752011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6189/6098870921_6386ee7785_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32752011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Obligatory cheesy couple photo in front of the Louvre, check!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098871029/" title="32762011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6187/6098871029_f990edeeb6_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="32762011_08_26" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099418242/" title="32892011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6099418242_204af7ba69_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="32892011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Best accessory in Paris: our tourist-y Amsterdam umbrella.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099418136/" title="32792011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6198/6099418136_a8edd16d86_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32792011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the Arc de Triomphe was thiiiiiis big.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098871539/" title="32952011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6098871539_28d8339771_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32952011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099418672/" title="33032011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6099418672_fac771d020_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="33032011_08_26" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Paris was très windy, in case you couldn't tell.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099418562/" title="32972011_08_26 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6099418562_59fc6d782a_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="32972011_08_26" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872405/" title="33742011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6098872405_f4d8a2797f_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="33742011_08_27" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872251/" title="33572011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6070/6098872251_3d07debfd0_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="33572011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course we couldn't leave without a visit to Notre Dame, my favorite place. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872057/" title="33192011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6199/6098872057_d9a6ac8a20_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="33192011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was the only hour of sunshine we got all vacation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099419042/" title="33262011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6099419042_b315f74e97_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="33262011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Took that opportunity to wear my sparkly sunglasses.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872563/" title="33922011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6098872563_1c4bbd8a04_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="33922011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Le Centre Pompidiou skyrocketed to The Boy's number one favorite spot in his heart. It's all the Brancusi love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872673/" title="34012011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6098872673_fec2b3d718_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="34012011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872919/" title="34072011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6209/6098872919_9f05afbc47_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="34072011_08_27" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098872787/" title="34042011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6098872787_b16e9f0bf9_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="34042011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">To quote Finding Nemo: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7IYR_rELyE">Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles</a>!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, this was already post-robbery. That was my "I'm happy cause I imagines 97 ways to kill you using a spork and a paperclip" face.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099420162/" title="34322011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6099420162_c761c34d42_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="34322011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brancusi. Too beautiful for words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098873553/" title="34362011_08_28 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6208/6098873553_f775f88024_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="34362011_08_28" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Favorite book shop ever. Unfortunately we were so broke by then that we had to choose between going shopping or buying wine. The wine won.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098873819/" title="34382011_08_28 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6087/6098873819_5efa23c0c0_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="34382011_08_28" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6098873375/" title="34352011_08_27 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6098873375_781c57b101_z.jpg" width="333" height="222" alt="34352011_08_27" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Comicbook shop. Almost sold my liver for a TARDIS coffee mug, a Harry Potter wand and replica of the One Ring. I'm weak when it comes to things like these.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6099421056/" title="34392011_08_29 by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6081/6099421056_5a8fd580d0_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="34392011_08_29" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Airport. We were so tired that we couldn't even stand up straight. And ridiculously happy to hear our own language even if the only things people said around us where swear words directed to the airplane because it was late. But it's the little things that count :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, weirdest vacation I've ever had, followed by the numbest September ever. But I'm up and at 'em now, I think. Just need to ingest my weight in coffee and finish my <i>Buffy, the Vampire Slayer</i> marathon (shut up!) and I can be a human being again. A sociable one. Yup.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Ziggy+Stardust+2002+Digital+Remaster+/3wIiY8?src=5"><b>David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust</b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(I blame my obsession for Mr. Bowie - the god of rock!! - on reading <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1309943.Neon_Angel">Cherrie Curie</a>'s autobiography who spends a lot of time fangirling over Ziggy Stardust.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-73180200679699854902011-08-17T23:12:00.001+03:002011-08-17T23:12:40.711+03:00"Oh well, the devil makes us sin, but we like it when we're spinning in his grip"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051835981/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6200/6051835981_8501d9cd6a_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>You can't put a couple of people in a house with paint surprise and not expect things like this to happen. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Give me a holiday longer than a few days and I get temporally confused, lost like a TARDIS is the space-time continuum and all that, turning good days into Sundays and bad days into Wednesdays because Wednesdays always manage to catch me of my game. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But because of this time coma, this week has taken me totally by surprise. And this week is special because right now I am exactly 12 hours away from boarding a plane to Amsterdam, enjoying all that city has to offer (Vodka Museum FTW!) and then hopping on another plane to Paris where hopefully I will get drunk on good wine next to the Seine and make it to the <a href="http://rockenseine.com/en/">Rock En Seine</a> festival. Boo-yah!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Summer, you're one cool chick this year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And, me being me, this is how I spend my last few days in the city: painting a room. The Boy wanted to redo the living room and I wanted to scratch "<i>paint a room (or at least use a paint brush once in my life</i>" off my bucket list. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And apparently, you don't <i>just</i> paint it. There are different paints and wall primers and brushes and it is a far, far more complicated thing that I initially thought. Another career option I need to let go of in case the whole med thing doesn't work. Sigh.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051835781/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6079/6051835781_803ba09e2b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We wanted Bordeaux red. We ended up with purple. Thank god it worked with the room.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052385182/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6052385182_2ef9378a11_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Too much dust. At least I got a clear idea of how I'll look with graying hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051833981/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6201/6051833981_d7a10fa5f9_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our lungs still hate us.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051834207/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6051834207_b6f5ef7ff3_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051834369/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6066/6051834369_803ed42638_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maria, the palest kid I know got even paler.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051834533/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6051834533_1faf6a2567_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051835093/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6051835093_e73deab151_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because I have a stalker-ish feel of heights - the kind of fear that stays hidden in the corners of my mind until I'm actually at a reasonable height and then, pam!, it pounces - of course I was the one forced to use the ladder. Of course.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051835423/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6051835423_4e7776bcdd_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052385958/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6052385958_2363b86507_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052386088/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6083/6052386088_d8eceff51a_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My laptop suffered in our need for music.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051833871/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6077/6051833871_d58c582377_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">But not as much as The Boy's hair :))</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052385760/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6066/6052385760_5131f5bf1f_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But, 4 days later, and it was all worth it. It's a really amazing feeling to look around a room and know you did it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052387190/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6083/6052387190_e04a1b6d53_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I still can't feel my finger tips and legs. So, I'll be leaving the rest of the house designing to other people. You know, people who actually know what they're doing and who have the physical condition for something more that typing on a computer all day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052387382/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6075/6052387382_bb463f4533_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052387830/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6052387830_6332e42b55_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: Mango <b>skirt & top</b>, Nine West <b>wedges</b>, vintage <b>earrings</b>, random <b>bracelets</b>.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051836543/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6070/6051836543_b5a7407c05_z.jpg" width="600" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6052387538/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6196/6052387538_f829c511e9_z.jpg" width="600" height="450" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You can't even tell I was sleep deprived, right? <i>Right</i>, guys? Um, guys? Pfff, never mind, I can sleep when I am dead. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, lesson of the week: cheap, 2 dollar nail polish is the best thing ever invented since bread came sliced and Star Trek phasers were first set to stun. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6051835305/" title="Building Ourselves a House by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6051835305_55b07b35cf_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="Building Ourselves a House" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Will hopefully be back alive and well, with many pretty new things, chocolates and hopefully, not too hungover. <i>Hopefully</i> being the key word here. Behave my sweets and see you all in two weeks, when I will have many photos and fun stories to tell ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Paradise+Circus/2PN0oa?src=5">Massive Attack - Paradise Circus</a></b></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-33968215049916712272011-08-12T17:55:00.002+03:002011-08-12T17:58:51.990+03:00"Every nerve and every cell, they gotta fight to stay alive and well, I'm in a world of chronic discontent."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011397187/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6140/6011397187_b89ed7a0b5_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Note to self: stop googling "when is the appropriate time to drink wine in the day" because that search will, quite surprisingly, take you to Bible sites. Instead, just pop open the bottle and enjoy the fact that it's evening somewhere in the world and all is well and dandy.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would like to take this opportunity to thank my liver. It has been very nice to me this summer, giving me as much alcohol dehydrogenase as I need and patiently bearing my newfound love for wine and candle-lit nights in the garden. I fear this summer will leave me without a tan and probably even tired than before but I think it will all be worth it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this past month I've realized I enjoy wine more that I thought and respect grapes a bit more for they are fruit of the gods and bring happiness on movie nights. I've also finally succumbed to my love for trite and cheesy reality tv and started watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0437741/">Project Runway</a>, and I now feel the need to end all conversations with a Heidi blank face and an "<i>Aufedersein"</i>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh dear Gods, hold the wheel, cause I am going down that path of intellectual summer inertia. Y'know, when too much food and too much wine and, especially, too much time feels like someone turned down the oxygen flowing to your brain and you're left with creative and cerebral asphyxia? Yeah, just like that. I'm thinking about blaming my SPF40 face-cream for the lack of tan and my obsession with sitting inside and reading comic books all day for everything else.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(But really, the <a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=preview&id=8796">X-Men: Schism</a> and <a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=19012">Hellblazer</a> comics are really good!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This might also be the year I overdosed on superhero & sci-fi movies. I think I've seen almost all of them, with the exception of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0409847/">Cowboys & Aliens</a> which is not actually a superhero movie but a movie about cowboys fighting aliens with Indiana Jones and a naked James Bond but it's not the time to be caught in all the details.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But all of them have been actually really good. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0800369/">Thor</a> proved that if you want to make a good movie about a nordic god who is really compensating for something with his giant hammer (Thor, hun, there's a moment when you reach the whole <i>too obvious</i> line and you walked past it a long time ago!) your best bet is hiring a Shakespearean director.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1133985/">Green Lantern</a> did not take itself too seriously and that was in its best interest. Because, to paraphrase <a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0064640/">Sheldon Cooper</a>, you can't be too serious about yourself when you're the kind of superhero who can be killed using a common household No.2 pencil.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1650062/">Super 8</a> took everything good about all those Spielberg alien movies from the 80s and 90s, added some better special effects and a very intriguing story and a pinch of J.J. Abrams's lens-flares and made me feel like I was a kid again. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458339/">Captain America</a> was as corny as the original comics and, compared to everyone else in the cinema that night, I adored it. Honestly, the guy is a political creation with the subtlety of a freight train, so I didn't expect anything less that cheesy and cornball.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And, last but not least, I saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1270798/">X-Men: First Class</a> about 5 times this summer. Mainly because I do adore the X-Men in all their manifestations, but if I were to be honest to myself it is really because my reaction to Michael Fassbender's and James McAvoy's on-screen love fest is along the lines of <i>"Your faces! Many hearts and love for your stupid faces!!"</i>. Really, the movie's tagline should have been "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_pzRtG4m3o">Heterosexuality was never an option</a>".</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I was glad to find out I am not the only one to think such thoughts. My tv-show twin <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a> joined me on one of my X-Men movie days and we spent the entire two and a half hours giggling and making kissy faces whenever Professor X and Magneto where on the screen together. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011390985/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6029/6011390985_5e9e1f2e8b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She also had some wicked rings, as always. She makes me want to buy truckloads of rings and roll around in them, whispering "My preciousssss".</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011390029/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/6011390029_8eb68bcc7a_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011942092/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/6011942092_75e4d2ffd1_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: Hugo Boss <b>top</b>, Zara <b>pants</b>, Nine West <b>heels</b> = lazy man's outfit.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then we had an improvised photoshoot. But that isn't a surprise.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011390341/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6133/6011390341_1041ac24cf_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I showed off how proud I am of my crooked tooth. Take that mother, I told you I'd grow into my all-teeth-and-gums smile!</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think most of my posts this summer will have to include other blogger girls as I have met up with them more in the past month than in the past year. And wow, I should have done this earlier, as I always seem to have the best of fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photoshoots, nothing but desert for lunch, wine and awesome outfits from <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a>, <a href="http://www.fashioninmyeyes.com/">Denisa</a>, <a href="http://thehearabouts.blogspot.com/">Sandra and Eve</a>. Yup, excellent day was excellent.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011392851/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/6011392851_03ef3952e4_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><b>Wearing</b>: H&M Men <b>tee</b>, Zara <b>skirt</b>, Nine West <b>shoes</b>.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011393181/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/6011393181_d4f9f5196d_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am prone to hug attacks, beware.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011394897/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6145/6011394897_66717c56e4_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is us posing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011945834/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6008/6011945834_d7d6e3d326_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is us cracking up like schoolchildren when hearing a dirty joke. We're multifaceted like that.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011396093/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6024/6011396093_bf6e1a2dea_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011397733/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6012/6011397733_faa85f7d22_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Girls and desert go together so well, methinks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6011944912/" title="We Just Clicked by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6018/6011944912_395f4d872a_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="We Just Clicked" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In this past month I also got to meet <a href="http://special-koko.blogspot.com/">Koko</a> (who is ridiculously pretty and has the most amazing makeup skills), <a href="http://tenshistylesarang.blogspot.com/">Laura</a> and <a href="http://abfab-magazine.blogspot.com/">Alina</a> and now I am convinced that this summer is the most fabulous I've had in a long time if I keep up with this meeting-fab-people thing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, big hello to the really nice girl that I met last Thursday at the <a href="http://www.decatorevista.ro/">DoR</a> event. I'm sorry if I came out as awkward but my usual reaction to people telling me they like my blog is to make high-pitched sounds of happiness and pounce on said person with a massive hug, and I've been told that that is both alarming and considered assault in certain cultures. But hello, totally made my night :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And it can't be summer without the lazy weekends spent picnicking in the back garden.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6028416533/" title="To Drink and Not Care by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6028416533_ee13dfc1f2_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="To Drink and Not Care" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Swapping dresses for jean shorts and baggy tees, and heels for decade-old flats.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Gasp and shock, but yes, I do own flats. But they really are mostly decade old and tired and used only when my outfit consists of scrubs.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6028416725/" title="To Drink and Not Care by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6198/6028416725_9984de3a4b_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="To Drink and Not Care" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6028970734/" title="To Drink and Not Care by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6123/6028970734_a04ce36b69_z.jpg" width="300" height="450" alt="To Drink and Not Care" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wine and no make-up days, the former to distract fro<span><span>m the disinterest (the kind that only creeps up on you on weekends) that led to the latter.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(77, 78, 81); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="position: static; cursor: default; background-color: rgb(181, 213, 255); "></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/6028970580/" title="To Drink and Not Care by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6028970580_8f66d3c10b_z.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="To Drink and Not Care" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My body so hates me for this summer, but hey, at least my mind is in a happy-go-lucky, stupefied daze.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Song of the Day:</i> <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Violent/t6K49?src=5">Concrete Blonde - Violent</a></b></div>Anna Popehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09824581067594237692noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-36302329693429751022011-07-18T14:06:00.003+03:002011-07-18T14:10:20.763+03:00"The thunder of the drums dictates the rhythm of the falls"<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942825219/" title="Fangirls of a Feather by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/5942825219_59b7f5361f_z.jpg" alt="Fangirls of a Feather" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><i>Very close to turning these into breakfast, lunch and dinner throughout all of summer. And a side order of cupcakes just for the hell of it.</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Summer vacation. No, no, wait, I need to hear that again. <i>Summer. Vacation</i>. Yup, that's the sound of a choir of angels singing and dancing in circles around my head. After what's been a too long of a school year, summer is here and I am ready to enjoy it to the max.</div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Which means I give myself a couple of weeks before I'm bored out of my skull and trolling <i>Medscape.com</i> or begging doctors to please, oh please let me lurk around hospital corridors and shadow them like the clingy little creature that I am.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But so far everything is all double rainbows all the way. I've been sleeping like a sloth, finally tackled my <i>To Read</i> bookcase and marathoning tv shows and movies while eating abnormal amounts of junkfood. If there's a Heaven, this is it. (Us med students are too easy to please.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also marathoned Harry Potter and I am getting so excited about <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1201607/">Deathly Hallows Pt 2</a>. If I had a wizarding hat and a wand I would be wearing those all day while bouncing up and down going <i>oh boy, oh boy, oh boy</i> but I am trying to act all mature. Mature-<i>ish</i>. That's it, until I get to the cinema, then it is buh-bye to maturity cause I've been waiting for this moment even since I were a kid. Woop woop!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>*<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One amazing part of having all this free time all of the sudden: I get to meet up with amazing people. And I do mean the sweet and funny <a href="http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blogspot.com/">Alice</a>. We met up twice and the first time we spent a ridiculous amount of hours talking about our love for <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/7727674307/sheldony-i-shall-call-it-when-the-winchesters">Supernatural</a>, <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/6975879195/somevelvetlips-ten-days-of">Matt Bomer</a> in suits, <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/6497231680/tardisandfriends-all-that-pain-and-misery-and">british tv shows</a> and, really, just <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/7697244849">tv shows</a> in general. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't you just love it when you can just click with someone? :-)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943382354/" title="Fangirls of a Feather by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6125/5943382354_eb95e12df2_z.jpg" alt="Fangirls of a Feather" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Improvised photoshoots in the middle of one of the busiest city squares are always much more fun when it's all for blogger bonding, don't you think?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943386562/" title="Fangirls of a Feather by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5943386562_42b67c3d7f_z.jpg" alt="Fangirls of a Feather" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943381342/" title="Fangirls of a Feather by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6001/5943381342_33bb2b8f5a_z.jpg" alt="Fangirls of a Feather" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Wearing</b>: Zara b<b>lazer and pants</b>, H&M <b>bow tee</b>, Nine West <b>heels</b>, Musette <b>bag</b>.<br /></span></i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942830023/" title="Fangirls of a Feather by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6142/5942830023_6f744549b3_z.jpg" alt="Fangirls of a Feather" width="400" height="600" /></a><br /><br /><br />*<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'm taking this opportunity to thank Alice for letting me tag along to the way too enjoyable for words Starbucks coffee date with her, <a href="http://www.fashioninmyeyes.com/">Denisa</a>, <a href="http://www.ancabuzeamakeup.ro/">Anca</a>, <a href="http://modniza-fashiondoctor.blogspot.com/">Stella</a> and <a href="http://www.faboulista.com/">Mina</a> who is currently back in Romania for her own summer break.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't even describe how wonderful it was to be sitting at the same table with all those lovely, witty and extremely chic ladies ♥<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943392400/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6013/5943392400_e7a9ae1336_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am such a fangirl, I know. This was me trying to surreptitiously take photos of Mina and Denisa.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942833011/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/5942833011_38bc443a67_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Denisa, Stella and Anca looking fabulous.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943389028/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img style="width: 330px; height: 220px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6146/5943389028_58513ab018_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" /> </a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942835289/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img style="width: 330px; height: 220px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5942835289_8333b148ab_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942838435/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5942838435_1c85eb1902_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942841817/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6143/5942841817_b0ac11da04_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="400" height="600" /></a><br /><br />It was so hot that day that even my short and backless dress made it insufferable to stay out in the sun. Apparently Romania's seasons are <i>Gloomy & Rainy</i> and <i>Scortching & Sunny</i>, with a few moments of <i>Normal</i> stuck in between.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943386814/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6133/5943386814_f0f3ee6093_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943401978/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6137/5943401978_718bf7b6b6_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br />Alice and Stella.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942847829/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6127/5942847829_e281659398_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943398266/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/5943398266_5209e6c0fa_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br />Anca and yours truly.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942821139/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5942821139_06730977d2_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="600" height="400" /></a><br />Alice always has the best accessories, hands down.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943375512/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6140/5943375512_58ab397628_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943398950/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5943398950_403d598b7f_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But of course it can't be a blogger meet up without a shoe fest so awesome it will have a fashionista drop dead from too much awesome.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943400792/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6016/5943400792_fc34664b07_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942844771/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5942844771_4729aab298_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943401730/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6001/5943401730_b9c475b556_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942821693/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5942821693_460f2e5344_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942836381/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6141/5942836381_fc974a0228_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="400" height="600" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942836381/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"></a><br />Thank you Alice for this wonderful photo ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wearing: Zara <b>dress & heels</b>, vintage <b>bracelet</b>.</span></i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942822189/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6134/5942822189_614b15e780_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942849159/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5942849159_132ca7df25_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942840665/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6139/5942840665_8f2b2cbff3_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="400" height="600" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942850147/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6126/5942850147_cff8a2504e_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5943402822/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5943402822_bb2e0bbcc5_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5942839741/" title="Starbucks & Blogging by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6132/5942839741_81287653d1_z.jpg" alt="Starbucks & Blogging" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />My summer vacation is turning out to be better than I expected.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(I do miss my scrubs though. Just a little. The iced lattes and good books will have to fill that hole, I think.)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />*<br /><br /><i>Song of the Day: <b><a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Iron/3EK4eO?src=5">Woodkid - Iron</a></b></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-73098127171557484432011-06-23T13:42:00.001+03:002011-06-23T13:43:13.169+03:00"If they don't put me away it'll be a miracle"<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854087744/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/5854087744_3b5caafbed_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Reason #256 why I want to have a house with a garden: watching trees blossom and then give delicious fruit perfect for plucking off trees and popping in the cocktails I drink while lazying in the grass. Thank the gods I crash at The Boy's house so often that I can sit in his garden whenever I want.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So Cardiology rotation has been an overwhelming mixture of fascinating, intimidating and scary. But the exam was okay, I still like it and all the motivation that I had all year has been drained out of me after all those sleepless nights. Oncology rotation passed by in a blur - fascinating but I don't ever think I could ever do this - and the Orthopedic rotation is proving to be the peak of my laziness.<br /><br />I can't believe it's the school year and June and I'm not begging for death. In the past four years I've been so used to having exams all through July, to staying indoors and developing a bald spot from the place where I hit my head with the books I should be reading, to living off coffee and sugar, that this clinical year has knocked me over a bit. <br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I love doing a rotation and then having an exam, and then rinsing it all out and pressing repeat but with a different specialty, but this means that 2 month long exam sessions are a thing of the past. And I am actually walking outside, in the sun, <span style="font-style: italic;">with people</span>, in June.<br /><br />It's like throwing a very antisocial bat out into the daylight. So excuse my flapping around, all flabbergasted, and asking stupid questions like "<span style="font-style: italic;">You mean I can sleep? I can go to movies? I can read books? Like, literature books that don't have the world dilated cardiomyopathy in them?</span>" and than glaring at you suspiciously when the answer is a resounding <span style="font-style: italic;">Yes</span>!<br /><br />Medical school, ruining a person's abilities to interact socially since the first people figured out how to splint a leg using two twigs, a palm tree leaf and some spit.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So, all that free time.<br /><br />I have been using it <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5019032-anna-pope">to read</a>, to watch too much <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/tagged/E.R.">E.R.</a> for my own good and to sleep like the dead during the day and stay up late on Tumblr 'till my fingers hurt.<br /><br />Saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0800369/">Thor</a> (might have joined the chorus of girls wolf whistling when he walked on screen with nothing but a pair of jeans on), and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1270798/">X-Men: First Class</a> (I don't care what people say, that was a <a href="http://cinnamon-anna.tumblr.com/post/6174864823">McAvoy/Fassbender</a> love fest!) and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1298650/">Pirates of the Caribbean 3</a> (Johnny Depp, saving movies he's in since he was born). Consequently, have gotten a bit rounder from all the popcorn :))<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854016074/" title="Matasari by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/5854016074_055bc43d2c_z.jpg" alt="Matasari" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />Also spent an hour on Sunday at the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=233221573357986">Femei pe Matasari</a> urban festival. Managed to get a charming crabby red tan on my knees, of all places, and spent all my time either at the <a href="http://www.decatorevista.ro/">Decat o Revista</a> stand or playing with the cute animals who were there to get adopted.<br /><br />Almost grabbed a kitty and ran with it, mumbling <span style="font-style: italic;">Mine Mine Mine Mine</span>!! Unfortunately for them, I want an English bulldog or an Egyptian hairless cat and The Boy wants an Alaskan malamute, but I lack a garden and we both lack time. Sigh. But I would have so kidnapped that puppy if I knew I could take care of it. Just look at that face.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853462821/" title="Matasari by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5075/5853462821_024244264f.jpg" alt="Matasari" width="300" height="200" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853461923/" title="Matasari by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/5853461923_f67b50ba55.jpg" alt="Matasari" width="300" height="200" /></a><br /><br />*<br /><br />I don't drink Coke. But. When they make the bottles look so very oldschool and pretty and make me think thoughts like "<span style="font-style: italic;">Oh boy, they're gonna make for some wicked vases for flowers or candle holders!</span>" you know I will suddenly want to drink Coke and own the entire collection.<br /><br />I'm a whore for packaging. I'm sure Coca Cola is making millions just from people like me.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854011934/" title="Love a Cute Package by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/5854011934_c5607e771e_z.jpg" alt="Love a Cute Package" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854010662/" title="Love a Cute Package by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5854010662_6a7aa26a48_z.jpg" alt="Love a Cute Package" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br />*<br /><br />Evenings sitting on the balcony, drinking wine or whiskey, and reading really great books. It has never felt like summer, like calm and pleasure, as it does in those moments.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854016916/" title="It's in the Details by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2442/5854016916_f4448afd9d_z.jpg" alt="It's in the Details" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, really amazing book. Now I really can't wait to see what <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVLvMg62RPA">David Fincher</a> does with it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853465489/" title="It's in the Details by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/5853465489_d36fcfe0b2_z.jpg" alt="It's in the Details" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853467751/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5853467751_5ccd6d7d6e_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br />The Boy's outfit looked especially poised and cool that day.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854018502/" title="It's in the Details by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/5854018502_a8910d4911_z.jpg" alt="It's in the Details" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />*<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854021742/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5199/5854021742_21a22b6d25_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />Okay, I admit it, I did not drink it all. I just made everyone else drink the hyperglycemia bomb and I stole the bottles.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854020734/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/5854020734_b51d9d1af2_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="400" height="600" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853473713/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/5853473713_6652a8f88f_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />I can only pretend I am a natural redhead in the first week after visiting my hairdresser. After that, the brunette comes out and the jinx is up, alas!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854029442/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img style="width: 300px; height: 449px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/5854029442_88d124ef2f_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" /> </a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854026964/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img style="width: 299px; height: 448px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5854026964_7a4a86da42_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854023408/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/5854023408_9e541b6329_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853530953/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/5853530953_f5533a3141_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="400" height="600" /></a><br /><br />Fresh fruit make the days brighter and better.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854083770/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/5854083770_7ec4169664_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5854081008/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img style="width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2645/5854081008_dfc2aaa198_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853532453/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img style="width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/5853532453_6bf597ffef_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wearing</span>: Hugo Boss <span style="font-weight: bold;">top</span>, Zara <span style="font-weight: bold;">skirt</span>, Adesgo <span style="font-weight: bold;">tights</span>, Nine West <span style="font-weight: bold;">heels</span>.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5853529681/" title="Cherry Trees Mean Summer by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/5853529681_67d43d53e4_z.jpg" alt="Cherry Trees Mean Summer" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br />*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Song of the Day:</span> <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Jesus/2RIJs?src=5"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brand New - Jesus</span></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-729636068970379043.post-64194657445053594702011-05-16T11:43:00.002+03:002011-05-16T11:44:40.665+03:00"I was born a charming man with silver tongue."<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725717516/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/5725717516_124f6d8561_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What? Even stuffed sheep enjoy a little bit of sun from time to time.</span><br /><br />*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This weekend was like the first shot of tequila after a day when you missed your bus, got honked at by the garbage guys but ignored by the cute nerd at the coffee shop after you accidentally poured said coffee on your new white shirt and then spent a day at the job banging your head on your laptop which, by the way, stopped working as soon as you walked in. And like, free tequila. Because the bartender feels pity for you but still, yeah, free tequila!<br /><br />Because this weekend was my birthday. Even though I realized twenty-three is much closer to twenty-five than to twenty, I decided to take my mom's advice ("You are disgustingly young so shut up, suck it up and eat your damn cake!") and enjoy what was the best weekend ever :D<br /><br />It was a weekend with sushi, good drinks, a lot of hugs from my too awesome for words friends and rubber duckies :-) It was just the thing I needed during these mean and daunting times of trying to translate my cardiology books into a language I can understand. Thank god for friends ♥<br /></div><br />*<br /><br />I decided to hold on to the tradition and turn Sunday in a day of staring at the ceiling, sitting in the sun and panicking just inside my head and not taking it to the level of actually curling up on the floor in a fetal position and sobbing. That's only reserved for Mondays to Fridays.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725717846/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5266/5725717846_fab1e86f6c_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br />And photoshoots in my birthday outfit!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725718040/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5725718040_1a47db6040_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="400" height="600" /></a><br />And I did <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>fall flat on my face once. Take that gravity, ha!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725162129/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5202/5725162129_a86f4a1b4e_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725718404/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3633/5725718404_6fab2f860a.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725161685/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/5725161685_45efa6f265.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="300" height="450" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725161501/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/5725161501_213dea9794_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br />This is Vasilica. I love sheep, they're stupid and fluffy and completely adorable and I collect all sorts of sheep toys so she was the gift bearer of the night :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725162713/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/5725162713_90c63b3b77_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725719372/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5725719372_5afb36be08_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="300" height="450" /></a><br />We bonded.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725162029/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5725162029_eb7300802a_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725719454/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5177/5725719454_d6a31d855f_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="300" height="450" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725719654/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/5725719654_75a0fa6fa3_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="300" height="450" /></a><br />Of course a day in the sun cannot be complete without my sparkly, bug-eye, diva sunglasses that even Bowie would be jealous of.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725163015/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/5725163015_a4262e3a77_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wearing</span>: Zara <span style="font-weight: bold;">dress & shoes</span>, Mango <span style="font-weight: bold;">sunglasses</span>, unknown brand <span style="font-weight: bold;">tights</span>.</span><br /><br />*<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725719748/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5217/5725719748_6c9ab7efab_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And the piece de resistance, my ultimate birthday presents was this MacBook Air. Right now, this tiny little laptop is traveling over seven sees and seven mountains and seven blah-blahs to arrive at my door and be loved forever and a day. And you know what this means? I will be playing <span style="font-style: italic;">World of Warcraft</span> all summer, booyah!!<br /><br />So many thanks to my mom, Alex, Andy, Maria, Ioana, Irina, Florin, Roxu, Tudor, Florina, Anna and Cristi for the incredible work they did in plotting this. Yeah, yeah, all my friends rock, I know.<br /></div><br />♥ ♥ ♥<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725719882/" title="Birthday Weekend by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5138/5725719882_2af4048d9c_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Weekend" width="600" height="400" /></a><br />And when I though my birthday was over, I was surprised with this absolutely perfect necklace from Hilkee and Flo who rock more than 99.9% of the world's population, and that's including The Rolling Stones ♥<br /><br />*<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cinnamonanna/5725833304/" title="Birthday Ducky by AnnaPope, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/5725833304_c86766b129_z.jpg" alt="Birthday Ducky" width="400" height="600" /></a><br />The last thanks go to the bartender at Saturday night's club for the rubber duckies. My Cosmo tasted surprisingly better all night.<br /><br />*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Song of the Day:</span> <a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/The+Wondersmith+And+His+Sons/3nwBpM?src=5"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Astronautalis - The Wondersmith and His Sons</span></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16