Friday, July 31, 2009

glitter leggings!

H&M fall looks includes sequined leggings. You know I'm getting it. It's shiny. lol

walk in the park

walk in the park

I am in love with polyvore. This is a fun outfit for a lazy sunday brunch or picnic in the park. I am so sick of flat gladiator sandels, so heels would be a nice change.

Happy Friday!

Take On Me

One of my favorite songs of all time has more than a few imitations since it's first release in 1984:

This cover by A.C. Newman is by far my favorite remix on such a classic.

The original swoon-worthy video that is single-handedly responsible for turning me into the hopeless romantic that I am.

wishlist: Alex Monroe

wish list: Alex Monroe

I just discovered Alex Monroe today and I am in love. Her peices are so whimsical and precious, drawing inspiration from nature. One major plus is if you have tiny fingers like myself, they carry a 4 1/2 as their smallest size, which is exactly my ring size. I want everything in her line.

I fly from being a total girly girl (above), to loving studs and anything that makes a strong, bold, statement.

one minute to midnight

black and white palette with a hard rock and roll edge, statement shoes and jewelry, a mix of lady-like studs and tom-boy toughness.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

make up: my favorites

cannot live without

1. shu uemura last curler - this is the best curler I've ever had, hands down. I used to use a lot of random ones, but once I discovered Shu Uemura, I sort of became a devout fan.

2. mac fluidline gel eyeliner in blacktrack - you have to ask the Mac people to give you the right brush to go with this little pot of magic. The eyeliner lasts all day, is thick and bold, and with the right brush, it's perfect for controlling the thickness of your eyeliner. Perfect for dramatic cat-eye effects.

3. lancome oscillation waterproof mascara - the vibrations really help distribute mascara evenly and efficiently. It coveres all your lashes in a few strokes and is water proof. The formula is also great at thickening and extending lashes.

4. urban decay 24/7 pencil liner in zero - for the best pencil liner, I use Urban Decay's 24/7. It glides on smoothly and is super dark so you don't have to go over the line a few times. Perfect for smudging and is waterproof.

5. nars blush in orgasm - it is true what they say, this blush is extremely flattering on all skin tones. And just like the name, the glow is similar to the bliss you get after a good time. *wink


I just need the right occasion to wear these out.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

images via ffffound

the silence we choose

I am keenly aware of my own insecurities that come innate with being a woman, as innate as it is to be born with lungs and a heart.

Instead of talking about it, I'd rather just disappear than admit that I am just as fragile as the next girl.

I am not.

Someday my contradictions will crumble upon me. They've become bigger than I am.

bloody strong

This past weekend the beau and I went to Fat Hippo for brunch and it was amazing. Not only do they serve the most amazingly (and unassumingly strong) Bloody Mary's, their food really hit the spot. The place was small, cozy and clean and service was nice. I still want to go back for the burger fondue, which they don't serve during brunch, which essentially are bite-size mini burgers that you dip into a creamy cheese sauce. Two thumbs up, one for being innovative and another for being super cute!

I had poached eggs on crab cakes. Such a good combo.

The delicious Bloody Mary that left me buzzed all afternoon.

The burger fondue that we did not get to try because it's only served during dinner. This picture is via yelp.

Monday, July 27, 2009

obsessed: Gaeran Jim

(you need to watch this video, its the cutest thing on earth)

so i'm more than a little crazy over all things eggs. I learned how to make tamagoyaki a while back. but now I am recently obsessed with the way the koreans make this little side dish called gaeran jim, or as i like to call it, fluffy egg. It's almost midnight and I suddenly had a craving so I googled the recipe and made this within 20 minutes:

I suck at cooking but this goes to show that one can do amazing things when motivated by hunger.

new earrings; girly me

black and blue

Did a spontenous jump off a cliff in the british virgin islands. Landed on my side because I hesitated, and this is what I got. Deep, dark bruises that hurt like a mother to the touch. Life, you got me good, but at least I jumped! =P

a little bit darker

warning, here is me being vain (which is one of the awesome rights of being a girl)

the color before, above.
And the color after, below:

Monday, July 20, 2009

caged in

Just like the YSL/Chanel's of previous season's past.


My mother just came back from her vacation in California and there is a tension in the house that is so palpable. It's like I'm in a totally different house than the one that I slept in this morning. This one is hostile, more noisy, full of shouting and shutting doors.

Then you say to yourself, why do I have to put up with this? Others surely have it easier. But the truth is, what does it matter? This is the house you got, the family you were born into, and to hold them up to outside standards of what a perfect mom/family should be is preposterous. You can only change yourself.

To tell you the truth, as much as I hate the negative qualities about us, I do love my family very much. We are the most contradictory bunch you could ever meet.

My parents are traditional Asian parents, yet my mother took me to get my first tattoo at 16. The idea had never crossed my mind until then. My parents had always let us run amuck to do as we please and never pried to much into what we did. We sort of went off into the world on our own and made our own mistakes. Once in a whiles, when things got really bad and we found ourselves in a mess which we couldn't get out of, we'd call them for help and they never ceased to be the unconditional supporters that they were.

We grew up surrounded by literature and art, coffee shops, my dad's art, endless stack of books and my mother would make me recited poetry into the deep hours of the night. I went to a private Catholic school when I was young, but my family are Buddhist. I was taught everything from Taoism to the teachings of Jehovah Witnesses. My parents had their own strict way of thinking, but they encouraged us to find our own way, too. Sometimes we would clash, other times, I felt a tremendous amount of freedom that made me feel so very blessed.

I really can't complain. Though I may be mad right now, I am so very lucky to be given the life I was given.

Saturday, July 18, 2009


"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth." -Fyodor Dostoevsky

I'm sad it's over

It was such a good book. That's how you know it was good. When you purposely delay getting to the end.

"Right," the Colonel said. "Yeah. I was so tired of her getting upset for no reason. The way she would get sulky and make references to the freaking oppressive weight of tragedy or whatever but she never said what was wrong, never have a goddamn reason to be sad. My girlfriend dumped me, so I'm sad. I got caught smoking, so I'm pissed. My head hurts, so I'm cranky. She never had a reason, Pudge. I was just so tired of putting up with her drama. And I just let her go. Christ"

Her moodiness had annoyed me, too, sometimes, but not that night. That night I let her go because she told me to. It was that simple for me, and that stupid.
-Looking for Alaska, by John Green

I yearn to just connect with someone on an intellectual level and just talk with them for hours, not about sex or girls or boys, but about any other given subject. I share a lot. Things I find beautiful, things I stumble across, things I am lucky enough to have find me. That I want to show it to someone else whom I thought would apprecaite. But rarely do you get someone who actually responds with an reply that is just as enlightening as what was just told. I can't recall the last time I was thoroughly enlightened by anyone in a conversation. I don't think anyone ever has.

I lied. It happened once, but it just wasn't mean to be that one once. And I am constantly looking to be enlightened again, to be intricately enraptured in introspection... is that too much to ask?

I lied again. It happened another time long before.

We met for the first time that night, in a church, with church-going kids of whom that stereotype did not include myself. I don't know how it came about, but next thing I knew I was sitting on the empty stage in the church's performing hall with his head on my lap and we were laughing into the late hours of the night. No one slept that night. They either were running around, or watching a movie in the other room, but we were in our own little world, fascinated by each other and talking away like it wasn't 4 in the morning. I remember feeling the buzz of pulling my first all-nighter and excitment of how fast it all came together; how fast we came to be so close. I remember getting goose bumps several times in the course of our conversation and not wanting the night to end. I remember at six he and I begged one of the chaperons to let us out to see the sun rise. "That would be magical wouldn't it?"

I stand corrected. I have been enlightened by a lot of women. Men, not so much.

Friday, July 17, 2009


My blackberry takes horrible quality pictures. In fact, I am starting to really despise my blackberry.

Ring from forever21. Who would have thought.

last words

" I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and toward the end, his wife started crying and screaming, 'I want to go, too! I want to go, too!' And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: 'We are all going.'

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undetow--that, in short, we are all going.

So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action."

-Looking for Alaska, by John Green

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

i give you my heart

I just realized I never posted up pictures from Amy's wedding, so here are a few memoriable ones:

Congratulations you two!

Monday, July 13, 2009

FOR SALE: Marc Jacobs Cream Quilted Jessica Stam: Spring 07

I'm cleaning out my closet to make room for more things, and the first to go will be my Marc Jacobs Quilted Stam Bag. I loved this bag dearly, but I hardly ever used it so why not let someone else enjoy her? Still in perfect pristine condition. Calf leather. Just like new with original receipt and tags. Origanal price was $1,350, I am selling for $799, which is more than a steal.

I only accept paypal.

Shipping charges (based on United States Postal Service prices) and paypal charges applies. Will ship internationally. Contact me only if you are serious about purchasing:



So. Since I've recently moved back into my old room ( I haven't lived in their since high school), I'm thinking it's about time to do a makeover. Time to change up the old twin bed (yes, twin bed!) into something roomier and more fitting. The image above is going to be my starting off point and who knows where that will go.

This month is going to be full of new things. I am getting a little stressed out thinking about it as I always do, but someone wise once told me, "One step at a time." So first things first; the bed.

It is impossible to find a good upholstered headboard that does not resemble a coffin. My search started at Brocade Home, then to West Elm, and now Restoration Hardware, with no avail. Finally I found a bed fitting my preferences at the most unlikely place. I won't say where, but it's super cheap and affordable (under $600)!