Flashin Fashion

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Jacket: Vintage

Leggings: American Apparel

Shoes: Harajuku Lovers

This coat is such a fun lovely gem. My friend R, actually got it for me and he said when he saw it he knew I would love it. Anyway it’s a fabulous color and it can brighten up any wintery day. 

XOXO,

P

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Chuck Norris Never Finished a Marathon

Dear P,

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A and my mom were more nervous than I was when we got to the race. My mother was genuinely worried I was going to defecate in my pants. She usually has a lot more faith in her potty-training.

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(A and I, pre-race)

The energy at the starting line was magnetic. It made me feel as if I was humming with power and potential movement. This high persisted until the fourteenth mile, which dragged the most. P, it was like that night in Scotland where we walked for such a long time that I fell on the beach and refused to get up; there was the same sense of time unfolding on itself. I ran with a bouncy girl named L for about eight miles, up until the fourteenth. It left a bitter taste in my mouth to fall behind her, but a body can only do so much.

From the fourteenth to the seventeenth mile I ran by myself. This was the most intense part of the marathon for me. The fourteenth to seventeenth mile in a marathon are like your sophomore year of high school: you no longer feel like you are having a novel experience but there’s no end in sight. I’m glad I was running alone: the concentration I employed to continue putting one foot in front of the other left no room to pay attention to what anyone else was doing. At the seventeenth mile, a boy with “Where’s Waldo?” socks started running beside me and yelling encouragement. Apparently I looked like I needed it. I am inclined to believe this stranger was an angel; when I asked him he didn’t deny it. He floated onward at the nineteenth mile, when A came.

My mom and A were meeting me everyone two or three miles to deliver water and this gel stuff that started to stick in my throat after the fifth mile. At the nineteenth mile, A started running with me. She delivered a constant stream of motivation and encouragement for the next seven miles. I didn’t know it was possible for a human being to yell constantly while running seven miles to a non-responsive companion, but A did it. She didn’t just encourage me, but everyone within a ten-step radius of me. I don’t know how I ended up with friends like you and her, but somehow I won the bff-lottery.

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(Me leaning on A post-finish-line)

There were two little hills right before the finish line. I sprinted up the first hill, certain that the finish line was on the other side. When it wasn’t, I actually started crying, but thankfully kept running. From the top of the second hill I caught sight of the finish line and started absolutely flying. I had planned to look cute, or at least smile, as I crossed the finish line, but I just ended up looking furious. I think I was still annoyed at the two hills.

Unlike my predecessor Pheidippides, the first Marathon runner, I did not drop dead when I crossed the finish line. I hugged my mom for a long time. She started crying. I think it must be a strange feeling for something that came out of your uterus to run twenty-six miles. She was very glad I had managed to keep my bowel movements in check.

P, I definitely recommend running a marathon if you ever get the chance. It leaves you with a satisfied feeling.

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See you in three weeks in Boston!

-E

Valentine’s Day

Dear E,

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! First off, your 28 text messages made me the happiest person EVER. I am so lucky to have you as a best friend and I love you so freaking much. My friends M, K, S and I are currently watching Lady and the Tramp to celebrate V-day.(I’m kind of watching.) Later today we’re getting dressed up to the nines, going to dinner, and watching Safe Haven. It’s an understatement to say I’m excited. Anyway, one thing I wanted to say is that a lot of the time people regret Valentine’s Day or they think it’s a stupid holiday invented to make money or they pity themselves for not having significant others. Whatever it is, it’s the wrong way to go abouts thinking about Valentine’s Day. It’s a day for love! And that should be celebrated. On that note, here are some love stories I’ve found that I love.

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Have you heard of the website MMT? Here are some good love stories from that one:

Today, my 8-year-old son hugged me and said, “You are the best mom in the whole entire world!” I smiled and replied, “How do you know that? You haven’t met every mom in the whole entire world.” My son squeezed me tighter and said, “Yes I have. You are my world.”

Today, I watched in horror through the kitchen window as my 2-year-old slipped and fell head first into the pool. But before I could get to her, our Labrador Retriever, Rex, jumped in after her, grabbed her by her shirt collar and pulled her to the shallow steps where she could stand.

Today, a woman who must have her voicebox removed due to cancer is enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends are also enrolled in the same class so they can communicate with her after she loses her ability to speak aloud. 

Today, my mother passed away after a long battle with cancer.  My best friend lives 2000 miles away and called to comfort me.  While on the phone, he asked, “What would you do if I showed up at your house and gave you the biggest hug in the world?”  “I would surely smile,” I replied.  And then he rang my doorbell. 

Also, I really like this article from SWAN! It’s how little kids think about love:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
– Rebecca, age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
– Billy, age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”
– Karl, age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” 
-Chrissy, age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
– Terri – age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is K.”
– Danny, age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”
– Emily, age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
– Bobby, age 5

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
– Nikka, age 6

“There are two kinds of love: Our love, God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them.”
– Jenny, age 4

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”
– Noelle, age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
– Tommy, age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” 
– Cindy – age8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” 
– Claire, Age 5

“Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.”
– Elaine, age 5

“Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” 
-Chris, age 8

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” 
– Mary Ann, age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” 
– Lauren, age 4

“I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.”
– Bethany, age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” 
– Karen, age 7

“Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
– Mark, age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” 
– Jessica – age 8

“I think you’re supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but the rest of it isn’t supposed to be so painful.” — Manuel, age 8

“On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.” — Mike, 10

“It gives me a headache to think about that stuff. I’m just a kid. I don’t need that kind of trouble.” — Kenny, age 7

“One of you should know how to write a check. Because, even if you have tons of love, there is still going to be a lot of bills.” — Ava, age 8

“Most men are brainless, so you might have to try more than once to find a live one.” — Angie, age 10

“You should never kiss a girl unless you have enough bucks to buy her a big ring and her own VCR, ’cause she’ll want to have videos of the wedding.” — Jim, age 10

“I know one reason kissing was created. It makes you feel warm all over, and they didn’t always have electric heat or fireplaces or even stoves in their houses.” — Gina, age 8

“It isn’t always how you look. Look at me. I’m handsome like anything, and I haven’t got anybody to marry me yet.” — Brian, age 7

“Lovers will just be staring at each other and their food will get cold. Other people care more about the food.” — Brad, age 8

“Be a good kisser. It might make your wife forget that you never take out the trash.” — Erin, age 8

A four year old child next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.” 

Also, in case you needed some strategies for making people fall in love with you…

“Tell them that you own a whole bunch of candy stores.” — Del, age 6

“Shake your hips and hope for the best.” — Camille, age 9

“Yell out that you love them at the top of your lungs…and don’t worry if their parents are right there.” — Manuel, age 8

“Don’t do things like have smelly, green sneakers. You might get attention, but attention ain’t the same thing as love.” — Alonzo, age 9

“One way is to take the girl out to eat. Make sure it’s something she likes to eat. French fries usually works for me.” — Bart, age 9

Here are some quotes about love that rock:

“Being loved deeply by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” -Lao Tzu

“Not all of us can do great things. But we can all do small things with great love.” -Mother Teresa

“Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.” 
-J.K. Rowling

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.” 
-Mahatma Gandhi

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion – 
I have shudder’d at it. 
I shudder no more. 
I could be martyr’d for my religion 
Love is my religion 
And I could die for that. 
I could die for you. 
-John Keats 

Hope you enjoyed reading these as much as I did. I love you ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Good luck with your med school interviews. I’m rooting for you! And call me when they’re over!

Loads of Love,

P

Different Interpretations of Romantic Love


Dear P,

Your pictures of Nemo were so cool! I think you’re completely insane for going into the blizzards in your skivvies, but very brave nonetheless. I would do the same, but it’s seventy-five degrees here in Austin. Sometimes my life is hard.

It’s close to Valentine’s Day once again, but everyone has seemed very down on love lately. Here are the first three things that come up on the “Love” tag on tumblr:

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This is so depressing, even if my fellow tumblees are being a little melo-dramatic. Maybe we’re going about thinking about “love” the wrong way. Here are some different ways to think about the the most intoxicating of all all emotions:

Love as a Contained Emotion

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Usually, this is how we in the Western world think of the word “love”: like a bowl strawberry ice cream that we carry around inside of us. It’s characterized by our favorite phrase, “I love you.” My love for you is my property. This idea of love induces a lot of anxiety because there is no way of knowing if the object of your affections loves you back.  It is very possible to feel love for a person that does not return your love. Which, as everyone knows (except for you, P, because everybody loves you), is one of the worst feelings.

Love as a Story

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(Photo from http://www.brainpickings.com)

Love stories are the greatest. They’re set up in such a neat, predictable format – beginning, middle, and end – and they give structure to the otherwise terrifying leap that is love. This is why chick flicks are so popular. We all know what’s going to happen.

Love as an Interaction

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(Picture from http://www.etsy.com)

This interpretation is inspired by the recent Brain Pickings article:

http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/01/28/love-2-0-barbara-fredrickson/

This is an interpretation of love that I only learned about recently. In this version of love, the key is the the positive feeling that comes from a single interaction, even if the person you’re loving is a stranger. Love is an experience, rather than something you make yourself. Psychologist Barbara Fredrickson calls this “Positive Resonance”. Eventually, you come to associate that positive experience with a particular person and you call it “love”.

So, basically, everyone can be in love on Valentine’s Day. Just spend a little time positively resonating with someone.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

E

Oh Hey Nemo

Dear E,

As you probably know, it’s been blizzarding up here. Blizzard Nemo has hit Boston with full force. Here’s what I’ve been up to!

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On the first day it was snowing constantly but the blizzard hadn’t fully hit yet! So of course we went outside and took a bunch of pics and ran around. It was super fun!

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Aren’t my friends adorable?

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Then we had a onesie party. We drank hot chocolate and watched Tangled. It was pretty glorious.

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The sexiness is pretty overwhelming.

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When I woke up this morning there was literally 3 feet of snow outside. The snow would sometime come up to my waist!!!!

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I’m decked out in my snow gear. I actually wasn’t cold at all.

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There was a HUGE campus wide snowball fight which was pretty much a free for all. I got tackled into the snow a minimum of like ten times. Ahhhh, it was so awesome though!

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Here we’re being thugs.

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More friends!

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So on Friday night we were having a dance party….and then we decided to straight up go streaking in the blizzard. Basically it was one of the craziest nights of my life, and one I will NEVER forget. My roommate K and I decided that these are nights you live for.

It was freaking cold because we actually laid down in the snow and made snow angels but it was SUCH an adrenaline rush. We did it at 11 am, 12 am, and 1 am. It was CRAY.

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Anyway, now all the snow is turning slushy (rain and snow do NOT mix well in case you were wondering.) and we’re back to school. Miss you loads and I really enjoyed our long chat on the phone! ❤

-P

New York City

“New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York.”

-Jay-Z

Dear E,

Two weekends ago I had the opportunity to escape to New York City with my close friend M and it was so much fun! I love love love Boston, but there’s something about New York City that I just can’t resist. It’s definitely one of my favorite cities in the world, and every time i go it makes me feel so alive! There’s so much to do there. We were only there for a weekend so we didn’t even make a dent, but it was still fabulous. Here are some pics, and the rundown!

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We went to Times Square, of course. And shopped our way down Fifth Ave! 😉

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We went to Serendipity! And destroyed, the Forbidden Broadway Cake, which was SO delicious.

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New York Cookies!

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We went and saw Annie on Broadway! It was SO GOOD!!!!!!!

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L and M at the m&m store!

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We went to Magnolia Bakery, of course and I got this delicious chocolate cheesecake!

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These are my two friends I stayed with! J on the left and K on right!

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Broadway shows!

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The Statue of Liberty was closed unfortunately because of Hurricane Sandy but it was still nice to see it from afar.

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So many delicious pastries, EVERYWHERE.

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K and me at the m&m store

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Delicious crepes I had at Acropolis!

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Columbia!

Anyway, I had such a wonderful time and I’m so so excited to go to NYC with you! We’ll be seeing each other in about a month!!! :] Miss you loads and love you to death.

Hugs and Kisses,

P