Thursday, December 29, 2011

Ghirardelli Square, SF

Went to the city with a friend a couple days ago, and we basically walked around the same place five times in a circle, trying to decide where to eat dinner, where to get dessert, where to take his new profile picture (I kid you not), where to take a "cute picture" of us. I brought my camera along and took some shots along the way of:
a. The bridge we crossed while driving (fascinating!)
b. A random architecturally-appealing clock tower
c. Oh look another city skyline, how original...
d. A boat.
e. The Ghirardelli sign
f. The same Ghirardelli sign. Oohlala.

Of course I would wear a flimsy night slip in the middle of winter to San Francisco, the city of terrible, bitter NorCal weather. But somehow, amazingly, it wasn't even that cold by nighttime, and I wasn't even shivering. Lucked out. Only my fingers were cold, which reminded me that I should probably invest in a quality pair of gloves considering my hands are abnormally bony and thin and are probably very prone to frostbite.

And of course I would be stupid enough to wear five inch platform heels to the treacherous hills of the city. Why don't I just jump in front of a train; death that way would be far less painful... Luckily I wasn't completely mental and brought a pair of boots in the car, just in case. So after the second circle around the block and dinner at a place called Capurro's (which was a bit too expensive for its quality, imo), we walked back to the car to change my shoes. I realized I can't even enjoy the city when all I can think about is my impending death from those heels... Did I mention the ridiculous hill slanted at a near 45 degree angle??

So those ill-matching boots in the photo were my saviors for the night ($10 vintage Ariat combat boots from the local flea-- literally one of the best deals of my life). They have these funny fringe-y things at the base of the tongue, which at first I thought was a bit questionable, but then I decided it gave them character.

Vintage slip: thrifted
Clutch: ASOS
Boots: flea

Monday, December 26, 2011


We haven't had a Christmas tree in about five years! Having one just gives everything an amazing holiday-feel. I didn't even do most of the decorating this time; my friends came over for a Secret Santa exchange, so I just gave them the box of supplies and put them to work. Not bad. December 26th always has a sad post-Christmas feel to it though... I mean, what are we supposed to do with the tree now? It's obsolete, and turning the lights on at night just feels a little fake, not quite the same as it did the days leading up to Christmas.

Here's what my Secret Santa gave me: a "new friend." Har har har...No one seems to think he'll last more than a few weeks. They have no faith in my caretaking.

Some pictures from the last few days of Secret Santa and our family Christmas party.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Shots by Bay Street Cafe

Taking a small break from studying for finals to write this post.

These were taken by a good friend last week after a very successful day of shopping at the local flea market and thrift stores. I was so happy with how they turned out, even if I looked a bit stupid in some of the other ones-- the quality of his photos just blows the rest of my blog away. (All my other pictures look so shabby now; I might as well just delete everything. I HAVE SUCH TALENTED FRIENDS.)

Chiffon pants: Flea
Shirt: Heritage
Velvet patterned scarf+belt+earrings: Thifted
Bag: DIY

Picture credit goes to Richard Ying.

THESE PANTS. I've mentioned them before, but when I was walking around the flea market by myself, I tripped over them about three times in the span of ten minutes. Now that doesn't sound too bad, but when you're by yourself surrounded by a bunch of people you don't know and you make a klutzy move like tripping over your obviously too-long pants that are anything but sensible for a flea market, you can't even laugh it off. Instead, you either act like nothing happened and trudge on or you go back to the spot where you tripped to look for the cause of your tripping and pretend that it wasn't your pants, it was a crack in the sidewalk or a rock on the road because God forbid you wear these silly looking pants and end up falling on your face; serves you right.
My life of embarrassment.

Another slightly awkward moment at the flea market:
A small white dog dressed in cute little sweaters and what not walks by with its owner.
Lady: (looking down) Woww, look at her!
Friend: (to me, thinking she was referring to my pants) Do you usually get compliments like that?
Me: Uhh I think she was talking about the dog...

Anyways, here's a picture from the flea that he shot of this cute old couple slow dancing. They had an old fashioned record player that was playing, and there they were, just dancing in the middle of the lot. Aww.

Monday, December 12, 2011


Snapped these after school last week when I got home.  These pants make me feel like I'm walking in obnoxiously orange billowing clouds... they're that comfortable. And loud (you could spot them from a mile away). Yes, they're a bit long, but such is life when you're a short stumpy Asian female, stooping at 5'3. Damn genetics.
Palazzo  pants-- ASOS
Sheer blouse+satin tank+belt-- Mom's old wardrobe
Jewelry--  Charlotte Russe (red stone ring), Thrifted (gold ring), some night market in Asia (cuff)
School bag-- Thrifted

So finals are right around the corner, and  then after next week, that's it. The end of  first semester senior year. Actually, I'm having a bit of a hard time appreciating that because of the looming finals in less than a week that I've yet to study for. I have this huge to-do list in my brain, and it just keeps stacking and stacking and overflowing because I can't possibly remember all the Christmas presents, college essays, study guides, projects, and things that need to be bought, written, done, and finished. 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Something worth being proud of

I'm in awe. Angela Zhang, I offer you my kidneys. You've ingeniously created a nanoparticle designed to target tumor cells in cancer patients, making an actual, legitimate contribution to the field of medicine, and you're only 17. I'm seventeen, for crying out loud! I don't think I could achieve something so brilliant even if I spent my entire life working on such a project.

It's not just that she's incredibly smart, but she has drive and a genuine interest in science--she's the epitome of a nerd, she embraces it. This is why the geek will one day inherit the earth (ha ha). Looks, they can only get you so far and for so long. You're given your looks; you don't work to achieve them. Making a difference in the world, that's something worth being proud of. Brains and drive. I can't even begin to describe how much respect I have for her.


Saturday, November 26, 2011

Watercolor #2 + Newspaper Nails

Did these using the same water-marbling technique I mentioned in an earlier post some time ago. I actually really like how they turned out this time though. Excuse the little ugly stray marks; I wasn't able to scrub those off too well.

I was actually inspired to do these when I was distracted by one of those Facebook ads on the side of the screen while I was supposed to be doing homework. Typical me. The tutorial's here (seriously, Youtube has tutorials for everything).

The best thing about homemade cinnamon rolls

... is that you can put as much icing as you want on them. Too much of a good thing? Nonsense.

The dough looks like a brain... sorry.


I was inspired by her, but the link to the recipe is here (note: I doubled all the ingredients for the glaze, tehehe.)

My interpretation of "preppy"

Chiffon Pants: Flea Market
Shirt: ASOS
Fedora: F21
Vest: AE
Belt: Mom's old stuff
Shoes: UO

It's hard to capture how amazing these pants are in pictures. I love the way they look, move, feel, flow. I found them at a local flea market, and I was debating whether or not I'd actually ever wear them but then the lady told me they were $5. So I figured, I might as well. 
Best. Decision. Ever.

Anyways, the occasion was one of the theme days for our school during Homecoming Week It was "preppy/country club" day, or something, and even though I'm pretty sure this is nothing close to preppy, I actually won a prize for the theme.

College Apps!

I'm extremely, preposterously, unacceptably behind on my college apps, but I've officially submitted my application to the UC's, which means that's 5 down and done (+3 from earlier).

What does this mean?
This means that even if I somehow get stranded and lost in the wilderness within the next month, and I can't submit any other apps, I'll still have choices waiting for me when I get back!
This means no more worrying and nitpicking at my personal statement!
This means I'm going somewhere and I have a future!
This means... I don't have an excuse to not work on my other apps and supplements anymore...
Ah, shoot.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Like Crazy

One of the comments for this video was:
I need to see this... but i cant let my friends know i like these kinds of movies
I must go alone.
I laughed.
How long do I have to wait until the movie comes to the Bay Area??

Sunday, October 30, 2011


As I listen to the man pack up the jump house outside my window, I realize that I've never before had a jump house in my backyard. And the one day I do, it's not for me.

My mom ordered the jump house for a retirement party she was hosting (not hers), so that her coworkers' kids could have some fun. The upstairs study windows were slid wide open, and as I chained myself to the computer, working on college applications, the sounds of children squealing, laughing, playing, and crying floated up to where I sat, like a mocking, whispered reminder of lost years, and God, did I feel old.

I did go in the jump house, later, when everyone had left and it was dark outside, just to see what it felt like-- but I only stayed for a minute before I remembered the work I had left to do. And besides, being in the jump house by myself just didn't feel quite right.

Senior Drive In, Dandia, and Milk Tea

Senior Drive In-- a privilege I've been looking forward to since I was a freshman and got to watch all the seniors drive by, blasting music, shooting water guns, throwing candy. And now it's hard to believe that's us.
Dandia-- You know that scene in Pride and Prejudice (or any Victorian-era English movie, really) where everyone dances in perfect harmony and they're all in sync and somehow all know where to step, and you'd wonder, how in the world do they all know how to do the exact same dance without crashing into each other? Well, Dandia wasn't quite that intense, but same idea. A 9 step dance ( I think?) that includes hitting sticks together, lots of spinning, shuffling, and rotating. I think I pulled my neck from spinning around so much. Still, it was SO MUCH FUN. I felt like literally every Indian person in the Bay Area was there (the tables behind us were completely covered with shoes at one point from all the people there. And when there was no space left, they went under the table. SO MANY SHOES.). 
Milk Tea-- For about a month and a half, I had this unhealthy, crazy, wildly out-of-control obsession with milk tea. I had it literally every day after school (and I mean literally--when you have a car, nothing can stop you). I can't even fathom how much money I spent on milk tea. I would start dreaming (okay not actually dreaming; I'm not psychotic) about it during my last period, and there were conveniently four places to get milk tea near my school on the way home. At one point I think I even started showing withdrawal symptoms when I didn't get my milk tea fix (a headache that magically went away when I took my first sip). Like I said, unhealthy.

But thanks some intervening friends (who saw that I had a bit of a problem), my milk tea cravings eventually gave way to a new obsession for soft serve cones. Still not exactly healthy, but it doesn't burn a hole in my wallet as fast as milk tea ($1 per cone vs. $3+ per drink).

Saturday, October 29, 2011

DIY Clutch

1. Scrap leather from Flea Market (bought ages ago) 2. An old, old, old purse of my sister's that I tore up 3. Zipper from Joann's (arts and crafts store) 4. Side 1 5. Side 2

Okay I actually made this clutch MONTHS ago, but I've been lazy and just got around to posting these pictures now. The scrap leather was about $5, I think, and the zipper was $3? Anyways, the total cost was somewhere around $10 or less, which saved me $58. (American Apparel's Carry-All Pouch here, which costs enough to feed me lunch for almost two months...) And it was so easy, I don't even need to list the steps. It doubles as a laptop case since it magically turned out to be the perfect size for my netbook too. Win- win.

DIY Skeleton Shirt

Idea is neat, cutting is terrible.

Some excuses to why I've ever so poorly neglected my blog.
1. College Apps

    The thing about first semester senior year is that even when you're done with your work, there is always, always always more to do: aka, college applications. It's like a haunting, hovering cloud that follow you everywhere. It's like a huge stack of essays, supplements, and deadlines that's constantly cackling and mocking me: "You think you've finished your work? Well, THINK AGAIN. You still have a dozen more essays and 231342 more supplements to write! Oh, and not to mention that these essays will determine the rest of your life, so no pressure, babe."

2. Procrastination, aka College Apps's best friend

    My first college app deadline is in two days. Procrastination is like those bewitching Sirens in the Odyssey that I can't resist because it's just so...seductive...And it's also the reason I'm writing this post right now. Go figure.

3. Tripods take too long to set up and fuss with
    And I'm too embarrassed to ask someone to take pictures for me.

4. Also, regarding pictures...
    This is me before school:

And this is me after school:
    No time to take pictures in the morning, and not in a mood to take pictures after school... Therefore, no pictures.

5. What to write about?
    Most of my recent posts have been more about some outfit or some things I've bought, and I'm okay with that because it's not a particularly personal aspect of my life. But lately I've been wanting to express ideas, thoughts, reflections or whatever else comes to my mind. Well, firstly, that's the kind of stuff you put in a diary. But I'm too slow of a writer to scribble all of it down, and my handwriting's so illegible, I probably wouldn't be able to go back and read it myself... Secondly, I keep forgetting the things I want to write about after I have those moments of inspiration so by the time I reach the computer, I've forgotten my epiphany.

6. Audience Size
    This blog doesn't reach a very large audience, so I never feel obliged to post regularly. Also, it's more for me anyways.

7. This Takes Too Long
    I'm not sure why, but I always have trouble aligning the photos and what not every time I post it takes me way longer than it should to post something simple. Even those stupid faces up there^ took me forever to position.