Coffee smells...

It's currently 5.28am in the morning. I am pumped with excess amounts of caffeine, as I will be till Thursday. I am not planning on sleeping till 12am Thursday morning, because I have an exam I do not really know a lot for. They tell me insomnia is definitely one of those things on the 'things you have to do whilst at university' list.

So I will be consuming a lot of coffee, wayy more than I already do and listening to Amel Larrieux's playlist on repeat. I'm planning on slowly weaning myself off of that drug called caffeine after exams. But... for now, I think I shall continue. Because my previous exam, which I studied quite hard for, was a big fat shambles.

I'm all cried out, so I figured I might as well just get back into the swing of things and get back on the optimism bandwagon. There's no use crying over spilt milk, right?

WRONG. It does you a whole world of good to indulge in short bouts of self - pity. I don't know why, but I'm sure it does. Not unless you're Iron Man or whoever.

I was bored of revision, so I decided to take a picture using my very crappy Blackberry camera of this old guy I drew from a magazine cutting a few years back. I realllly enjoy drawing, but don't do it very often, 'cos I usually want it to be perfect but end up getting certain facial features very wrong (I've still got an unfinished drawing of Audrey somewhere. Stopped it 'cos I could not, for the life of me, get her lips right. It still irks me to this day).

Oh yeah. I'm obsessing over this song at the minute also. Amel Larrieux is too cool and too pretty... And I'm a sucker for soppy, expressive love songs. She makes me yearn for a forehead kiss LOL.



Plus, I love her ensemble. STILL looking for a pair of dungarees. Anyone able to be of any help?



Off to do more brain scarring/damage!

Bisous!

Revision Shmeevision...

Etta James is the ultimate business. I do not think this point can be re-iterated further. Her raspy voice injects fiery passion into the usually serenely sung blues...

Too bad, 'cos apparently, she's not a really nice person in reality (what with the whole hating Beyonce for singing her song hoo-ha). Oh well...

But she's an amazing singer nonetheless.

Oh yeah... This is what I'm doing whilst revising the causes of heart failure and hypertension. Gettin' my Etta on.

Okay. Back to work! Goodbye guys!
xoxo

Deola Sagoe Autumn/Winter '11 - 'Oh Fashion, I love Thee'

Hi beautiful people! Hope you have had (or are having) a wonderful Sunday? I know I am! Yes. In fact, at this precise moment, thoughts of particles and drug formulations are what I am consumed with.

Or, perhaps not;  given that I am about to embark upon a rant about fashion again, suggesting that I am merely drifting in and out of this revision 'bizniz' and not solely focused on pharmaceutics. But I am not really to be blamed for this entirely. I just cannot help myself from clicking away and blog stalking during my very lengthy breaks, which are OBVIOUSLY much deserved.

But, I digress. Back to the topic at hand.

So, anyway, I was perusing one of the tumblr blogs I frequent, which just happens to be my very beautiful cousin's blog. All you tumblr lovers, go check it out here, she's, well, given that no other words will express this in its entirety, too dope. Despite my inadequacy at working tumblr, I manage to understand how to get around hers without letting off a fire alarm.  Okay. A tad bit exaggerated, but it makes for good, light hearted reading, si?

RIGHT! I was on her blog during my seventeenth break in the last two hours, and lo and behold. What do I see? Yes. You guessed right. I am privileged to witness a sneak peek of  Deola Sagoe's Autumn/Winter '11 collection.

I think the exact words I used on twitter would be 'jizzed'. Yurp. I'm so jizzed. Not even sure I even know what that means, but, oh well eh?

Every time I speak of couture, and how obsessed I am with collections that I probably will never be able to afford in this lifetime and the next, my friends always attack me with the same statement:

'Seyi, I really do not know why you bother with all this fashion; the clothes don't look normal, and it's not like you can afford it!'

Obviously, times like these usually involve my sheer amazement at the design and artistry of the collections that I have nothing to say to them, except gawk and gawk even more at the beautiful pieces. Call me what you may, I love loving clothes. I would delve into a thesis about why it would be inappropriate to call the embodiment of fashion 'just clothes', but, alas, there is not enough time.

Deola Sagoe as a fashion powerhouse in Nigeria, and as a designer, never fails to disappoint. Japanese inspiration is evident in the pieces, with the intricate fan detailing and the kimonos. And nothing says Deola Sagoe better than an influx of 'African-ness' right?

I love the use of lace. Exudes uber femininity... Ahhh it feels like the dress was literally painted on the model's body.

O...kayyy. I think I need to exit the building.

Goodbye guys! Hope you enjoy the collection as much as I do!

Picture credits: www.voguebespoke.tumblr.com. Peep the rest of the collection there also...

Aloha! Must get back to... ahem... my "work"..

Feel free to drop comments and tell me what you think!
xoxo

Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul...

I have finally come to my senses/seen the light/ reached an epiphany. My exams are in less than a month, and, despite my childish whining sessions about how torturous my course is (Masters in Pharmacy, lest you did not know), I would quite like a  First Class, par Dieu.

Therefore, I shall be going away for awhile. Gotta get my act together and begin the gruelling process of  getting indecipherable chemicals and the like into my brain.


Do not miss me too much! I shall be back!

Perhaps, even sooner than you think.

So, I leave you with a few bits and bobs of  things I am inspired by at the moment.

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 quote; www.voguebespoke.tumblr.com

Photograph I took of this marsh I used to walk through during summer last year on my way to work... Such serenity and calm. An angel-faced Edie Sedgewick; her face is a beauty to behold. Dr Martens and dotted tights; I am in love. Molly Ringwald aka Andie in Pretty in Pink - one of my favourite outfits from one of my favourite movies.YSL slanted wedges - OMG, shoelust.com/ineedsmearichhusband. TOTAL PANACHE//My cyber boyfriend. *fans self*. Arlenis Sosa for Harpers Bazaar Australia - LOVE. Her eyes are unfair, as is the nail polish that I cannot find anywhere... Josie and the Pussycats! Need I explain further?. Wise words. and FINALLY, Yours truly looking like a total dork. 




*Can't remember where I got some of these pictures; been acquiring them on ze laptop for awhile now... Sorry!*

Till next time! Don't forget to eat your veggies!

Loveeeeee and chocolate syrup,

Me.
xoxo

"You with the sad eyes..."

...I've noticed that of recent, my post titles tend to be quotes; unauthentic and stolen from other great minds. Take this post title, for example. It has nothing to do with anything, it just so happens that my iTunes has decided to play the Glee version of Jill Scott and Fredro Starr's 'True Colours' at this precise moment, thus leading to its name.

Not that I would have thought of an appropriate post title anyway. But... Oh well. These things happen.

We shall begin, before I go off on another pointless rant on this thing. It's almost going on 2am here, I have a test tomorrow that I know pretty much NOTHING about (I promise I am not a slobby university student who is at uni simply for the 'experience' and the 'bursaries'. I actually want to secure myself a future of some sort... Buuuut, trust me when I say that studying Pharmacy is not for the faint hearted) , and blogging is what has taken my interest right now.  Earlier, I was trying on all the shoes in my wardrobe, before that, I was wowing the people on twitter with mindless, unneccesary information (a la the existential purpose of twitter), and even before that, I gave myself a break to get myself  a MUCH DESERVED Skittles milkshake. 


Do not fret; despite my warped prioritization skills, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not be sleeping tonight. It has to be done, eh?

Anyways, to the matter at hand. I have noticed yet another trend within my age group. Boys are falling in love, girls are falling in love with love, everyone's listening to Esperanza's 'Fall In' on repeat, girls are sighing and looking wistfully into oblivion during those uber romantic scenes in movies  (YES.. Okay. I fall into this category...) and as a result, news of emerging relationships are reaching me as quickly as Facebook status updates. Is it just me, or is it the same everywhere else?


Added to the fact that we are about ushering the WONDERFUL MONTHS OF SUMMER in. I know what you're thinking. Relationships and summer are like, the best combinations ever invented.

Only after PB&J sandwiches though.

But, yeah. Relationships. I honestly do not know what to make of them. I really wanted one during the winter months, so  I could be the proud owner of a six-foot something, Boris Kodjoe looking, guitar-toting, personal radiator. Note that I used the word 'own'. It's bad, I know. Priorities again, right? I'm still at that point where I want a relationship more for the aesthetic, Hollywood instilled reasons. For emotional stability; to be a constant in my life. The guy I could demand a cuddle from at the most unreasonable of moments, or who would let me babble on and on... and on... about how Miuiccia's shoes are a godsend, even when he has no CLUE whatsoever if Miuiccia is a brand of vormicelli, talk less of being human.

I haven't even given any thought to what HE might want from me. Not once. Not ever. My idea of an ideal relationship is always based on how much he can do for me, never once stopping to think about his feelings. Like, how he'd probably expect me to understand that when he's playing those silly games or watching some sport or the other, he is not to be disturbed?

... I guess, for right now, at this point in my life, listening to Esperanza croon about how she's found heaven by falling in love should be as far as my 'relationship' dreams go.

As well as constantly watching this video...



...Because I don't want to 'end up with HIM'. Deep stuff yo.

I must exeunt now!!!

Off to try and get some information about bacteria into my brain.

So long lovelies!
xoxo

'If music be the food of love....'

How can she be so effortlessly talented? 

The link above is of Amy Winehouse's acoustic live session singing 'Valerie'. OMG. I can't remember when I heard this song, but, I was seriously awestruck. Dumbfounded. Homegirl is wasting a seriously amazing, unbelievably God-given gift. Such a sad occurrence.







The title is obviously stolen. From Shakespeare. But it befits the purpose of this post, so my thieving it is for a good cause. Right?

Right now, I'm revising (We...ell... Not at this precise moment, but you get the picture right?) for an immunology test this week. It's crazy, 'cos, in typical university student fashion, I have no clue what the lectures are about. Which means I no shtick all about 'immunology' at this stage. Errm. Becausssse... I only attended ONE lecture. I know. But when you have a workload like us pharmacists do, missing a Thursday morning lecture becomes... Mandatory.

Okay. So. I'm revising. And the music on here is a selection of some of the stuff I'm serenading my ears with. I'm not sure if that's helping my revision, but, oh well! These musicians make me immensely happy. Their music is... It just is. Really. Amazeballs.


*I have this thing where I 'train' my voice myself by listening to singers whose voices make me shiver... My riffs are courtesy of  inhaling all of the stuff from Amy, Esperanza, Jazmine, Etta and Ella Fitzgerald. And that's only the women... *


Well. It seems I have said enough for now.

I must return to my exciting study of antibodies and the immune system.

Goodbye! And happy Sunday!
xoxo

revision break...

Hello again.
i've managed to get myself to the library and pretend to be getting work done. At least a few bits and bobs seem to be going in...

hmmmmm. :D

anyways, I tried again to change the template. to NO AVAIL!!!
am i never going to be able to change it to something nice and weirdly funky?

this pains me deeply!!!!!!

anyways, enough of the diatribe for now.
back to revising the digestive system.... "oh how I love thee, darling oesophagus". :S

toodles!
God loves youuuu!
xoxo