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.