Jour 4-Mardi.

I've realized that I really need to finish all my Paris posts since I planned them all out so carefully. So here we go: (this is, again, from the journal) Mom woke me up at 7 because she had to turn her reading light on. grr. We took the metro straight to the Musée d'Orsay, and stopped to get breakfast on the Boulevard Saint-Germain. The cafe was called Mucha. We had a traditional parisien breakfast, then walked back to the museum. We stood in line to get in for what seemed like ages. We watched a group of american students and talked about weird french teachers (cough cough mother). When we went through security, the guard was indian so I started thinking about roti prata (:Got in, and turns out a lot of the museum was closed, but the ipressionist paintings had been moved downstairs so we could still see them. My feet hurt so bad after walking around so I sat on the steps outside and wrote in my journal. While I was writing, a sweet little old woman needed to use the railing so I stood up to let her pass and she talked to me a little -- en francais. I liked her :) I sat on those steps for so long that I started to get worried, but it turns out my mom went out the other exit and couldn't find me. eventually, she did. We walked down the Seine to go th le pont Alexandre III to recreate a picture I saw in teen vogue (the first picture) That bridge is amazing! crossed the bridge and walked almost the entire length of the champs-élysee to find a metro. My feet were hurting like CRAZY. we went by the obélisque and then took the metro to the hotel. Mom went to get crepes while I went to the hotel to rest my feet. She came back with the most intense crepe I've ever eaten. It was from a recommended creperie from the Rue Mouffetardd. Let me attempt to describe this crepe: It had a TON of cheese in it, it was wrapped around a huge lump of sautéed veggies with cheese of alll kinds, and pretty much impossible to eat due to its size. I couldn't finish it, it was that big and filling. We chilled and watched extreme home makeover -- en francais - and it made us both cry because Ann-Marie, a mother, died and the kids were so cute and then their house was so pretty. :( We finally got off our butts and went to the Ile saint-louis for ice cream, and walked around popping into random stores. I got lemonade at a cafe. Twas lovely. At twilight, we walked over to notre dame and just sat there looking at it for a while. I went up to get my picture taken in front of it, and some gross guy umped up and got in the picture and started talking to me. His breath smelled like smoke and he wanted me to go talk to his friends but i was like oh hell no. We walked all the way back to the hotel from notre dame. Fell asleep.

If you read all of that, you're amazing. thank you :)

let's pour beer on jim morrison's grave

jour 3-from the journal

i woke up at 6 am because i forgot to turn off my alarm for school days, this being a monday, and tried to fall asleep unsuccessfully for 8 minutes. i decided to get up and take a shower. now let me tell you, our shower was completely and totally retarded. the head shot out water in the weirdest way and liked to fall out of its stand and scare the crap out of you (also while hitting your toe and the top of the shower head falling off).

Anyway, we walked around teh block and found breakfast at a little corner place. I had a baguette, croissante, yogurt, and latté a la canèlle *NOTE* Canelle means cinnamon. In French, cinnamon is a feminine word, so "a la" is used instead of "au". I learned this because I ordered the latté saying au...oopsies

Time to take the metro! We rode it up to Père Lachaise, the cemetary with all the famous people burried in it. It was really cold and chilled out, but it almost made the experience more perfect. It was a little spookier and a little more charming. The only famous grave I saw was that of Jim Morrison, some guy from some band that apparently was popular. Apparently, people sit around smoking there and doing drugs in his "honor". Well, when I saw it, some drunk Spanish guy (keep in mind, it's about 9 am) chugs half a beer and then pours the rest all over the grave "out of respect"....Great. We walked around longer looking for Oscar Wilde's grave, but I didn't get to see it 'ause we got lost :( I wanted to cause it's featured in the film "Paris, Je t'Aime" but oh well.

Back to the metro! We went to Le Marais for some shopping. This is a prominently Jewish area of Paris with lots of great little boutiques. We found this quirky place with the most random stuff, such as turtle wallets (not the skin or anything, just wallets with turtles on them), hamburger phones, and Cindy shoehorns. We went into a lot of expensive boutiques but bought nothing. We stopped at a cafè and I got this really good english breakfast tea. We kept walking through the area and found an amazing little shoe store where we go wedge boots and gray heels. 

Took the metro to the Galeries Lafayette, this huge-a** department store in the center of Paris high-fashion (across from the opera house). That place was pretty incredible. We went straight to the top floor and ate lunch (pasta that I ordered by myself + a salad + some freaking good $10 chocolate ice cream!) and enjoyed the stunning viewed. Then we went up to the roof and enjoyed an even better view! We went back downstairs so my mom could be a total tourist and stare at the different types of Eiffel Tower-shaped chocolates and other stupid souvenirs (love you, mom). We spent a while looking at clothes but didn't buy anything. The shoe department in the basement was intimidating, I didn't like it. We walked over to H&M in the next building where I got a gray, cool-sleeved t-shirt and a sweet pink shirt with a black ribbon belt. 

We were so exhausted that we had to go back to the hotel and rest (but we didn't fall asleep all night this time!) We watched a Chuck Norris movie translated into French...I quite enjoyed it. Then my mom thought it'd be a good idea to find one of the cafés from her guide book and do our 'homework' there. So we walk the whole freaking way there only to find that it's super fancy because Hemingway wrote one of his books there a while ago and now it's all famous and, well, fancy. On the way there, I sat down to wait while my mom got some $, and some little guy gets all up in my face and says "tes lunettes sont bleus! blah blah blah french-words-that-blur-together" and i was kinda like uhhh, wtf? So yeah, we walked past les Jardins de Luxembourg, which I recognized because I remembered the McDonalds across the street (fail.) We also passed Le Panthéon (where Rousseau and Voltaire are burried). So once we've walked down almost the entire Ave. Saint Michele, we find a different little café where we ordered tuna sandwiches, which i had a very hard time eating without being a total slob. I had two glasses of milk while I wrote in my journal. Took the metro home and it was absolutely freezing. We stopped @ Starbucks to get vanilla frapuccinos and vitamin water, watched Friends en français, and fell asleep.

spanish, french, asian.

okay so i'm going to paris, right? well incase you didn't know, that is right, CAUSE I AMMMM. spring break! gah i'm so excited!!!! anyway, yesterday i did some mega shopping for it because, living in singapore, you don't need coats or tights or sweaters or any of that, but you do in paris in march! so i went to top shop and got three pairs of tights (black, red, and pale pink with gray hearts) and then i got some ballet stuff (leotards, pink tights, shoes) and finally, my mom took me into Desigual and got me the most amazing coat in the world. it looks sorta like that one ^ but i'm not gonna show you the actual one til paris. you have to wait! as do i to wear it :( which is slightly depressing, but hey, i have it! mehhhhh so excited. two weeks from now, i'll have already been in paris for like two days. 

I

CANNOT

WAIT.

enjoy these other pictures from desigual. i just really like them :)

abbey got me hooked! ^

shades of gray (or is it grey?)

okay that second picture? yeah....embarassing. i fail at jumping/motion pictures. i'll admit it.
okay so i figured that it's not fair to call this a blog unless i actually say stuff instead of just post pictures of me in outfits that are just random and kinda pointless. SO, as you can see from the last two posts, i've decided to say WAY more on this bloggy blog blog of mine. okay, let me introduce you to my life. this is my apartment building where i live with my mom and my brother. it is HUGE. 31 stories. but i really love my apartment. its relatively big and decorated amazingly. then there's the pool and such. great pool. and that's pretty much my life besides school (trust me, you don't wanna see that)

you may have noticed the shirt i am wearing. it is of a monster in paris saying "bonjour" (look again closely and you'll see it).
i am wearing this shirt in celebration of the fact that IM GOING TO PARIS IN TWO WEEKS FOR SPRING BREAK BABYYYYY. helllll yea. so i promise to wear this same outfit AGAIN once i'm there! except it'll be freezing so i'll wear tights and a cardigan or something...idk. but yes, super duper duper duper duper duper duper duper duper duper EXCITEDDDDDDDDDD.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
love always,
laken

idol #2 
emma watson