Tuesday, June 23, 2009

on vacation

Will return July 1st. Love you all.



This should have posted a lot sooner, but blogger is being odd with me. I've actually returned, but am in such a mess right now. I was at the virgin islands for 6 nights. Will share some pictures with you as soon as I can find some time in this wreckage. I actually only have 1 day of work this week as I'm off tomorrow. Maybe then I'll catch my breathe.


Friday, June 19, 2009

TGIF!


I've just treated myself to two very large gifts (chanel & louboutin). Eeeks. No more shopping for the rest of the year. Someone take away my cards.

*edit*

Pics:


The shoes arrived this morning (6/22). I had to order online since none of the stores around here carried this blue.



Got her last week. in the sweetest baby rose pink.



i will never be your song

happy songs, sad meaning. i love the irony in these songs between the lyrics and the melody.






Thursday, June 18, 2009

the summer vest

I want.

I will have tasted the banquet


"If desire causes suffering it may be because we do not desire wisely, or that we are inexpert at obtaining what we desire. Instead of hiding our heads in a prayer cloth and building walls against temptation, why not get better at fulfilling desire? Salvation is for the feeble, that's what I think. I don't want salvation I want life, all of life. I will have tasted the banquet that they have before me on this rich, round planet, rather than recoiling from it like a toothless bunny. I cannot believe that the most delicious things were placed here merely to test us to capture the grand prize: the safety of the void. To fashion of life such a petty game is unworthy of both men and gods." - Jitterbug Perfume, Tom Robbins

My new book. =)

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

stole me away

Funny to think how the time gets away
Funny how you take me right back again
Funny the feeling when forever ends
Stole me away
First time I saw you, you did me that way
What should I say?
I saw you there dancin’, well I was afraid I might get in the way

my favorite blogs

Alphabet City - I love Jeff's blog for obvious reasons. He shares a love of Japan and food. He's honest and down to earth. I find some pretty interesting references on his blog that are pretty useful, like where to eat in the city, random facts about Japan, etc.

AngelaBaby - This girl is gorgeous. I know it's superficial, but beautiful people are so captivating, even if they are just taking pictures of themselves with funny glasses. I just eat it all up.

Freshness Factor Five Thousand - He's one of my favorite singers out there who also lives by the philosophy of spirituality. He's open minded, witty, and an amazing writer. His entries have made me laugh out loud on a few occasions.

last nights party - Voyeuristic type photos of beautiful party goers, and isn't that the essence of internet blogging-- being a voyeur?

Lost in Translation - A down to earth wanderer like myself, who in my eyes is very open-minded, brave and cultured. Her blog chronicled her spontaneous journey into a foreign land on a stint as a teacher. Her life is full of adventures and her blog just inspires me to carpe diem.

Peace Love & Glamour - This girl has style and is also very articulate. Her blog is full of art, fashion, and interesting opinions on life.

THEM THANGS - Unexplicable. You have to see it for yourself.

yyesnomaybeso - inspiring. absolutely inspiring.


why am i not obese??








Friday, June 12, 2009

lips

i was drizzle and she was hurricane



if you love me, give me books. if you love me, read to me.

I had an older blog before this one, and i wrote a lot. Too much actually, but the best thing that came out of it was a reader sent me a beautiful book.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

my new favorite movie

It was pretty much everything I expected. I laughed and I got goosebumps when one of the characters mentioned The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Go see it, you won't be disappointed no matter who you are.

ps. Joseph's rendition of "Here Comes Your Man" by the Pixies...swoon.






have a lovely thursday

don't wait for it. buy yourself flowers.


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

have you seen me cry tears like diamonds



I heard them last night at the Black Cat. This song blew me away.

Have you seen me cry tears like diamonds
Down and down they fly, faster and faster like the speed of our love
Batting a thousand, but a homerun crack at love
This is where I tell you that, I know love's what I need to work at


dream: couldn't breathe



He recounted:

"I jumped off a cliff and fell into the sea. Around me were corpses but their eyes were wide open and they were staring at me. Then I saw you, but your eyes were closed. And all the sudden I couldn't breathe any more."

My heart dropped as listened.



the perfect morning


Starts like this.

My room is bathed with sunlight and it wakes me up before my alarm has a chance to go off. I listen to a few enlightening podcasts on NPR.org as I get dressed. My hair is perfect.

I walk into the back balcony, lined with my father's orchids. His 3rd child. I check to see if the roses have bloomed yet. Little buds still, like presents.

On my way out the door, my father lovingly hands me my breakfast (I am a grown adult, but my father insists on cooking me breakfast and I am delighted at this little perk) and my little brother so kindly left me a tall ice tea in the fridge.

There is no traffic going into to work and all the songs I play in my car, no matter how many times I've played them before, sounds like I am listening to them for the first time. I find the perfect parking spot, not too far from the elevator.

I arrive before everyone else in the office and get to enjoy the silence for a moment and inhale deeply, before the chaos of the day ensues like it does every day.

These are rare days, but when they occur, I savor each second.

Summer has a way of getting you to fall in love with it each and every year, and then cruelly disappearing behind fall foliage and cold white blanket of winter.

I want to know about your perfect morning.


the prettiest cookies...


...that are just plain god awful to eat.

I feel like I just called a baby ugly. I never understood the hype about these cookies. They taste disgusting.

I also hate cheese, which I think 90% of the world's population is in love with. I grew up in Vietnam and the only thing that came close to real cheese was what my mom always called "fromage" (I know it just means "cheese" in French) and had a laughing cow on it and is probably the only cheese I will consume. Laughing cow cheese. It reminds me of my childhood.




Tuesday, June 9, 2009

500 Days of Summer

I cannot wait to see this movie at the free screening I am attending on Thursday!
This is one of the movies that I am most excited about this summer. Don't get me wrong, Terminator and Transformers, all those big budget flicks are fun, but they come every year. Every year, you can expect a thriller or action film with explosives and fireworks, but not every year to do you get a movie that focuses on real life, that isn't too "indie" to the point of boringness or is just plain unrelatable because it's "too" real. Trust me, you can have a "too real" indie flick. I've seen my fair share of snoozers. Blockbusters have never aroused me the way that a real good quirky film can (think: Garden State).

But once in a while, if you are lucky, you get a movie with actors your age, in a film that's honest and not trying too hard and comes as close as Hollywood can to reflecting your generation and its issues back to you. It's not trying to save the world, sell you clothes, or glamourize your pain. Its just about the basic fear inside all of us; the fear of getting hurt. It echos your sentiments and assures you that what you feel we all feel it too. It's nice to know you're not alone.


Monday, June 8, 2009

Storytime; The Bartender

If you've known me enough, you will know that I am obsessed with the 5-point polygon we call a "star." I have 3 of them etched permanently into my left shoulder blade. I also have a thing for hot bartenders.

As we were dancing away, fueled by limitless alcohol provided to us by a friend, I found myself looking for an point of interest, anything to capture my eye or keep me from feeling the monotony of clubbing. I looked over at the bar just in time to see a beautiful blond trying to get my attention. "Come here," she mouthed.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I walked over. She gave me a peck on the cheek and proceeded to grabbed my pink beaded necklace. As a bridesmaid, we all had to wear one for the night out. The girl began to intricately work away at the beads, all the while keeping my face inches away from hers. I could see the crease on her forehead from deep concentration, full lips--bottom ones bitten. I could smell her perfume; floral. She seemed like a strong woman, confident and generous. I wanted to be like her.

It was such a random moment with a stranger. We were so close, yet I wasn't uncomfortable and neither was she. It was like this sort of thing was natural and we did this all the time; came this close to strangers, touch them, and hold them in intimate silence.

"A star, for you," she said when she was done, and released me from her hold. I stood back, more buzzed than before and smiled in amazement. A perfect star laid on my chest.

Magical.



you were dead...


"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book(Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom(when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this(or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death."


Anais Nin


I've been feeling restless again. Things have been great. More than great actually. I've never been happier with being "lost" than now, but somehow this restless vein, it creeps up in the middle of the night while everyone is asleep and I'm still up, working, reading, writing. It doesn't suffice; the work, the book, the things I write. They only make me want to run again. To find new things to fall in love with, to captivate me. So I've been toying with the idea of taking a little trip. A little trip or a long hiatus. Just disappearing. No explanation, no warning. Just *poof.*

That would be so nice. To just quickly fade away.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Birthday Sex Shoes



I want the shoes the girl is wearing. Will find them!

Found!

Necole Bitchie.com has all the details. Those shoes do scream sex.


the world in the palm of your hands




It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it. -Oscar Wilde


A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul. -Franz Kafka

To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare. -Kenko Yoshida


Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures. -Jessamyn West


There is a wonder in reading Braille that the sighted will never know: to touch words and have them touch you back. -Jim Fiebig




Sunday Brunch



Hosted by the amazing and inspiring Glenda.

My new toy


Friday, June 5, 2009

The Dreaded Perm Overcome

I constantly need change in my life. This challenge was a little scary.

It all started with a conversation with the girls about how we love Vanessa Hudgen's curls. Next thing I knew, I was making an appointment to get my hair did the following week. 

I had once gotten a perm in college and the girl, after processing my hair, proceeded to wash it with shampoo! If you've ever seen Legally Blond, you KNOW that is the cardinal no-no of perms. I remember crying as I stared at my hair in the mirror. Needless to say, I ended up with an Asian Afro (no exaggeration) and for about nearly a full year, I had my hair in a bun.

But never one to surrender, I felt like it's been long enough for the scars to heal, and it was safe for another try at the dreaded perm. I was sick of always curling my hair and tired of the stick straight default look of my locks. You only die once right?

Before: Stick straight and limp.

After: beachy, lose waves.




New Shoes; Strappy Blue


Was walking into the fitting room at Zara and saw that someone had put these back. They were the last one in the store, and in my size, as fate would have it. I wish the flash wasn't so blinding, otherwise I'd be able to show you how electric blue these beauties are.


Target Lovin'



Walked into Target the other day for some candy and shampoo. Came out with a new bathing suit from their Tracy Feith collaboration and the above marching-band-esque vest. Target is my lover.


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