January 11, 2012


Aside from mastering the art of doing nothing (right, l'arte di non fare niente!) during my two week break down south, I have repeatedly watched Luca Guadagnino’s “Io sono l'amore (I am love)”, a tragic love story set at the turn of the millennium in Milan. Don’t blame me! Watching Tilda Swinton in Jil Sander is enough reason to make me melt.

(I am Love. Enough said!)

Tragic? Definitely not!

It has been almost three weeks since I last posted something on this blog ( yes, I have a lot of catching up to do at work ) and I am starting to hear blog posts in my head throughout the day.

Yesterday, I couldn’t stop but babble them to myself internally a few lines at a time like a retard who just downed four shots of Jägerbomb.

I embarrassingly crawled home in my navy trousers at 4 AM today and I am hopeful a few will make it into text.

I have grown disgustingly fat and floppy during the holidays hence me avoiding plaid for the meantime -My tummy, although more square than round has finally surfaced.

But hey, I’ve been trying my best to start the year right with dedicated and determined calorie restriction. Yes, I haven’t had a glass of soda since the holidays and been running a few kilometers each week to strengthen my leg and back muscles.


•Fit into my new pair of jeans
•Fit into the shirts I’ve had altered last July when I lost 40 lbs (unfortunately, I
gained it back)

•Stop myself from buying maternity pants (tempted!)
•Must not pretend I’m 3 sizes smaller my current size
•Get my groove back (if you know what I mean *wink*)
•A closet with inspirations from Ami’s Spring/Summer 2012

(Ami’s Spring/Summer 2012)

Anyway, I think it’s time to revamp my closet and replace the straps of my vintage wrist watch. Yes, I’m simple that way.

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