famiry

Dad: What does Katherine do for work now? I remember she always good at making da art.
Andrew: I think she does some UI work for an some website company now.
Jackie (looks at dad): So UI means user interface which is like-(pause)
Dad:O_O
Andy: don't bother, you lost him already

secret to success...

Find something you really like and get good at it

AWW YEAAAHHH. boss likes my email.

you know what this means?!!! im on top of the world!

and its now

deep in the crevices of everything you try to deny, when you miss the very things you hate missing.


Sincerely, shamefully yours
-champagne-gelA

one of my hobbies

is blanket making for my baby nieces/nephews :) Happy first Christmas Sasha and Stella!

"Colette Signature Scarf Print Large Wristlet"

Now I don't consider myself to be too materialistic but for the last year i've been wanting a wristlet but have not been able to find one I really like. Lloyd complains I'm too picky. They are either too big, too small, too pink, too boring, but most often they are just too ugly. I finally found one I really like but can't find it in stores anywhere -___-

pretty sure my bro has me for secret santa. if anyone sees these in stock anywhere in this color let me know so I can nudge him a link :)

the last 36 hours in flashes

Goodbye cape town, you've been far too good to me. I'm going to miss your trees and your hills and your tiger tiger clubs and astern bazaar buffet. The way you say "robots" instead of "street lights" and the cute way you prefer to "queue here". I'm glad to have checked off the Lion's head and Table Mountain, but having that empty square next to "devil's peak" leaves something to be desired. A vengeance, perhaps, for an unspecified date to come.





no one was around. i was sitting on the dirty mottled carpet on floor 15 of the perspectives building. In that lonely chairless cheerless atrium, 9 floors away from my belongings... this was the only spot I could get internet. When I opened the email, I think I yelped quite loudly. I looked to the left, looked to the right- but still no one except for the fire exit whom I coolly acknowledged.

With no phone access and broken skype, I couldn't call my family or friends nor could I even holla to my hostess, as she was working in the city hospital for several more hours. So, in this deserted little room I celebrated internally and basked in the quiet celebration of social media.






after a trying 30 hour journey home, I received this as a final welcome home gift:



I DO NOT LIKE YOU VERY MUCH, you fast food eating mariscos stuffing unprincipled slimy credit card thief!! Gave me quite the heart attack but THANK YOU citicards for taking care of this :)



been a crazy 36 hours

table mountain

to quote the great childish gambino...