"I used to sleep at night before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain"

Sugar, when combined with food coloring and a delicious looking exterior, is my Heaven.

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1. TV & Movie recap of my week: How to Train Your Dragon is the cutest thing I've seen in a long time. I now really want a dragon of my own who I'd name BooBoo. The Last Airbender is a movie with really awesome visuals and one extraordinary bad script. I have become addicted to Vampire Diaries. Okay, truthfully, I have become addicted to staring at Ian Somerhalder because I sometimes want to bitch-slap everyone in that show but Damon is so worth wasting an hour for.

(Superficial Anna is superficial.)

2. I should not drink wine. It makes me change accents and I end up a walking, talking trivia machine that has the play button stuck and is set on shuffle. Not cool.

3. Confession: I enjoy bad movies. There, I said it. I like to consider my tastes in movies to be above average and close to Annoying Hipster levels but I can go from watching The Shawshank Redemption to You Don't Mess with the Zohan in a blink of an eye and love both of them. The sound you hear is my credibility going down the drain.

(This might even end up as a future blog post: Anna's Questionable Taste in Movies or Movie Snobs R Not Us.)

4. It only took one summer to turn me from an abnormally cheerful early bird into the kind of girl who screams "I will disembowel you with a toothpick and gauge your eyes out with a RUSTY SPOON if you wake me!" if poked before 11am. Thank god The Boy doesn't take me too seriously before my first cup of coffee.

5. I have come to the conclusion that I need more sparkly and glittery clothes in my life. Like Lady Gaga meets Johnny Weir meets Ziggy Stardust except with more scrubs and less insanity. Only then will I be happier.

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And now onto life as I know it.

Saturday was a brisk walk to the Wonderland Fair where I got to drink some great passion fruit smoothies and enjoy all the beautiful eye-candy. And even though my wallet has been on the Great Depression Era side of the tracks and it was more of a Veni Vidi and less Vici experience, I still enjoyed this little fashion break.


Fabulous dresses by the lovely Alina Ene.




Yes, yes, I know, I wanted to run off with everything as well.







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The day turned to night and the night ended up being spent in front of wine glasses. Not before one last walk around the city.






I look drunk but I promise I wasn't. Or I don't think I was. Anyway. 75% not drunk!



Wearing: Mango dress, Zara blazer, Accessorize tights, Musette boots & bag.

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Second time I spent a Sunday in the park. Look mom, I'm learning how to be an outdoorsy person. Feel proud.



Now, if I can also get the act-my-age thing down, I'll be ready for the real world.






I liked this balloon but it did not like me and kept hitting me in the head. Our relationship was short-lived and tempestuous, sigh.

Wearing: Zara dress & blazer, Nine West boots, Musette bag.

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Sunday night was lazy. Just like I like it.

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Song of the Day: Arcade Fire - We Used to Wait

"Sip the bottle now don't be slow, keep up with me as we lose control"

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This has been a very interesting week. Not only did a motorcycle run over my foot (I am now sporting the blue and purple outline of a bruise to prove it) but I also did put my not so vast emergency medicine knowledge to good use when a lady fell and banged her head on the bus. Apparently most people run when they see blood. Us med students get an adrenaline rush and start using really long words.

I also found out that if I were stuck with my friends in a jungle and I were limping, they'd leave me there. No biggie, I'd do the same, survival of the fittest and all that. They did say they'd get me at one point. After the book deal of course.


But even through early hospital hours and accidents, I still squeezed my feet into a pair of heels and tippy-toed last night to the AloChic Meet party held by the AloModa team. Be it rain or snow or sleep, I will never pass up the chance to spend a girls' night out with some very stylish ladies.

There were Cosmopolitans. There were great shoes. There were really cute outfits. It was very much fun indeed and I got to meet and reconnect with some wonderful girls.

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Like I said, not even motorcycles will stop me from wearing heels.

Wearing: Zara dress and blazer, Musette booties, vintage bracelet, unknown brand (yet amazing!) comic book tights, Musette bag.

Pixie Shoes and AloModa collaborated and from those two style powerhouses came two beautiful pairs of shoes. I am convinced I wasn't the only one who wanted to run away with them!




A lot of swooning was happening over Dada's skirt.


I was this close to stealing one of these Paul Smith for Evian water bottles for The Boy because he is crazy over them.


The dress. The dress! My love for the night.


Stylish girls being stylish.








Florina and I doing our best posing for the camera looks ♥




Thank you Edi for these photos!

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Song of the Day: Katy B - Katy On a Mission

"Shut up and let me see your jazz hands! Remember when you were a madman, thought you was Batman."

Did I ever mention that when I was a kid I really, really wanted to be a ballerina princess? (In my head, princess and ballerina always came hand in hand. Damn you Disney!). I also wanted to be a veterinarian who only worked with bunnies and a princess warrior who owned a magical unicorn, but ballerina was still in my top 5 career options. It's funny how things change; right now I'm aiming for zombie fighting House M.D.

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Monday evening I was lucky enough to attend the launch of the photography book Oglinzi/Mirrors by Razvan Mazilu at Odeon Theatre. Now, I think I must start this by saying that Razvan Mazilu is one of the most talented dancers I've ever seen on stage and I have been in love with his work ever since I saw his take on The Picture of Dorian Gray on stage. It was this perfect combination of theater and ballet with so much beauty and emotion that I remember not being able to applaud for a few seconds because I was left awed when the curtains closed.

And thus started my love. I saw Dorian Gray about 7 or 8 times on stage (I need to thank the kind lady at the ticket stand for giving me the opportunity to watch it the last two times for free after seeing me there too often. Thank you for fueling my obsession!) and tried to see every show he put on stage.

So now you understand why I was bouncing like a ferret on pixie dust when Monday came and I found myself on the stage where I had seen some of my favorite plays.

The book features photos from some of his best shows all neatly wrapped up for our enjoyment. A handful of talented photographers worked on this project along with Razvan Mazilu and friends and all the money made from the sales will go as scholarships to young and talented dancers who need financial support to continue doing what they love most: dancing. If anyone is interested, the book can be bought here.

The evening was absolutely delightful. Not only did I bump into Dada (and her practical yet still chic wellies; you can find her post about the night here), Julia and other stylish young girls, we also saw a live show from the young boy who will receive the first scholarship which just made my skin turn into goosebumps. The evening ended with The Boy and I enjoying a walk home in a city that got a nice wash after the pouring rain.

I might never object to spending my Mondays like this.

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We got to look up close at some of the costumes from past shows at Odeon theatre.



I wanted to steal anything velvet-y, The Boy wanted to steal the brogue shoes.




Fluffy hair, oh fluffy hair, when it rains you puff up like no other. At least you look nuclear red in the light, just like I like you.





So much talent in such a tiny body. Razvan Mazilu was right to say that talent is talent even when, ahem, height challenged. I mean, have you ever seen Mikhail Baryshnikov on stage?







She was gorgeous ♥

(photos by me)

I wish I could be more coherent, but by the end of the dance my brain went into ecstatic shutdown and even today all I can come up with is an astonished "Wow"!

Now excuse me, I need to have a long conversation with my family as to why oh why did they not sign my up for ballet and instead chose math tutoring instead. Because 15 years later I can't touch my toes and math still leaves me with the glazed, flabbergasted wide-eyed look of a squid faced with theoretical physics. Sigh, sigh, sigh.

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Song of the Day: My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na

"So do you want to waste some time alone tonight?"

Your secret from Jean-Sebastien Monzani on Vimeo.

Wonderful video found via Dapper Kid. If you don't know his blog, you should check it out immediately. His writing is incredible, he is - no doubt! - one of the smartest and fashionable guys in this sea of blogs. And he might even run around rooftops wearing a cape at night. If that ain't cool, I don't know what is.

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Music post time!

I'll start this by saying I am usually not a fan of electronic disco dance-y music. I grew up on my cousin's Queen and Metallica albums, on Rammstein, Muse and Linkin Park (I had my nobody-understands-me teenage angst period) and then fell prey to pop campy music and even took a long trip down Indie town too. But through all of this, I never felt the love for the electro pop scene because I always felt that if I'd buy that 30 seconds long preview of the song on Amazon and then just stick it on shuffle for 1 hour it would more-or-less be the same thing.

People around me still told me I just didn't find the one yet. The one song that would have me on my knees declaring eternal love and shared mortgage. And from time to time I had some flings with related genres (I'm looking at you Massive Attack, you saucy creepy minx, you.) but not many managed to pull on my heart-strings and temporal lobe.

Saying that, I'm here to present one very interesting, very well-made mini-movie split in 3 parts for what I might call a very catchy and kind of addictive - gasp! - dance-y song.

And that is Russ Chime's Midnight Club EP.

Russ Chimes - Midnight Club EP (Part 1: Never Look Back)

I might have kicked and screamed when The Boy made me watch this at first, but one minute in and I was hooked. The song, it was good and didn't make me want to stick cotton balls in my ears and actually made me bop my head a couple of times. But what won me over was the video. I know, I know, it's not fair to ramble on about a song just because the video is cool. But the video is really, really cool guys!

It's a mini movie that focuses on one couple - who are just hipster-ish enough to own that cool factor but not so hipster-ish to make you wanna shoot a limited edition Spoon album just so you can make them cry - and their kidnapping which results in one amazing detective style story with just enough betrayal and mystery to keep one glued to their seat.

All with a happy ending, of course.

Russ Chimes - Midnight Club EP (Part 2: Tertre Rouge)

I think what makes this video so special and great is the way it's filmed with flashbacks, parallel story-lines and that very engaging reverse narrative in the first video. It does push the cheesy limits a little, but it all turns out quite okay in the end. I was almost clawing at my keyboard waiting for each installment and found myself rooting for the Ray Ban wearing knight in American Apparel armor.

Russ Chimes - Midnight Club EP (Part 3: Targa)

Check it out, it's a visually exciting way to entertain yourselves for 15 minutes.

That said, I need to go and blast some Pink Floyd and (newer obsession) Biffy Clyro at maximum volume for now.

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(I'm thinking about starting to try to maybe post a little bit more frequently than I usually do. Like not waiting for a lunar eclipse before actually sitting down and writing something. And I would do that through little posts like this one, branching out and trying other subjects than usual. Hmm. We'll see if this lasts.)

(Also, I'm on BlogLoving all of a sudden. Who would've thunk?)

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Song of the Day: Hurts - Silver Lining

(Seeing them live soon. On the count of free can I get a Whoop-Whoop?)

"And suddenly she starts to believe."

Why yes, I am trying to distract you from my lack of posting by making you drool over photos of an apple galette. Is it working? You feel your salivary glands working in overdrive and suddenly forgiving me for my abandonment? Then my work here is done. And in case you want to try this at home too, head over to Smitten Kitchen and go buy a pound of apples.

So yeah. I've learned to cook. A few burns here, a bag of sugar on the floor there, a smoky kitchen from time to time but now I can whip up a pretty acceptable dinner. Either that, or everyone has been lying to me and spitting their food in napkins when I wasn't looking. Hmm.

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I did a photoshoot for Intre Fete, a lovely lifestyle and fashion site written by lovely, smart, stylish girls for other lovely, smart, stylish girls. Thanks to AloModa for inviting me to take part in their campaign. I got my make-up done and had fun with the other girls, especially Hilke who was also my photo buddy as you can see.

All in all, I'll never say no to having fun with such incredible and enjoyable girls.

I was wearing my own outfit: BSB dress, Zara Vest, thrifted belt, Guess shoes via Solestruck.

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I also did late night night runs in search of Jagermeister, one of the best things the Germans ever invented. Sadly, it was nowhere to be found. But I did find the cutest little plushies ever (Eeyore was always my favorite Pooh character. Pooh always seemed like an addict to me and Tigger gave me the chills with his psychotic attitude) and there was Absolut Vodka at hand's reach.

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Got my ass kicked at Street Fighter. Still rock at Wii Raving Rabbids.

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The Boy and I, one awesome Cosmopolitan and one delicious Whiskey (in a Cosmo glass but still a tres manly drink nonetheless.)

Tabu Party this week. Thanks Mihai Terzea for the lovely photos (he even managed to catch me with my glasses on!), thanks Tabu for the invite and thank you Inozza for the company, you charming funny girl you!

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Did I mention I started my 4th year of university? I'm doing Pedatrics right now. Planning on stuffing my (comfy, comfy) scrub's pockets with candy in case the kids attack - don't judge me, I get nervous around tiny, tiny teacup humans! - and still trying to find where they keep the toys. If I ever find a Batman action figure I am never giving it back. Never!

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Song of the Week: Hurts - Wonderful Life