Oh! My Laundry

2011-03-01T13:34:00.000-08:00

i still feel the need to step out, take a walk and have my daily 30 minutes of mourning but one day i won't.

ben sherman

2009-12-26T10:57:00.001-08:00

moschino cheap and chic

2009-12-25T05:29:00.000-08:00

d&g aw

2009-08-28T09:08:00.000-07:00

Ligulasi

2009-05-20T23:22:00.001-07:00

I read this story again.

"It was the eathquake that shook the whole world, and every single thing was destroyed. But this wasn't the scary part. That part always comes right before I wake up. I am crawling, and then suddenly, I remember: the earthquake happened years ago. This pain, this dying, this is just normal. In fact, I realize, there never was an eathquake."

2009-02-19T11:25:00.000-08:00

a la Sugar Butter Flour...

in search of the best cake...

2009-02-18T12:55:00.000-08:00

for me! in searching for the most delectable birthday cakes, cupcakes (again) that i can order from out of state, i found more gems.

this cute little shop called polkadots cupcake factory

look at this dirt cupcake, and other bday cakes.

a tribute to all the macaroons, cupcakes, blair waldorfs in the world.

2009-02-14T23:00:00.000-08:00

all things cupcake!

2009-02-14T21:03:00.000-08:00

THESE LITTLE DEVILS ARE SO FUCKING ADORABLE!

these are the cupcake bouquets (real bouquets) i really want a la 1800flowers.com:

and here are the cupcake bouquets (real cupcakes) i really want a la mylittlecakes.com:

there are few things that make me feel so excited. oh! i just have so much love for them!

begone dull care

2009-02-10T19:41:00.000-08:00

i want this new junior boys album.

And the Christmas Tree Must Fall

2009-01-05T17:53:00.000-08:00

My holidays were a bit surreal because I was enjoying 60s and 70s weather, much like a good summer day in San Francisco. The weather made me start humming Jason Mraz's song a lot (the video is kind of a bust). I came back from my mini vacation on Sunday to find Christmas trees thrown and abandoned on the street where I live. I walked out to get some air, coffee, and a book, and was quickly reminded that I am back home. Such as the usual sights around Union Square, and the cute little flowers I am always tempted to pick up.

p.s. I don't know how to make Blogger work. Formatting needs to improve.

i love factory does it, nara's going to do it.

2008-12-24T12:17:00.000-08:00

that's it, we're going to britex and we're making headpieces and hair accessories. does ocm want to join me?

Sabali

2008-12-23T23:29:00.000-08:00

when will this CD come to the US so i can buy it legitimately on iTunes?

i'm starting to understand the manu chao craze.

j.crew, i'll have a word with you

2008-12-15T23:45:00.000-08:00

your site is down, AGAIN. on green monday, no less.

didn't this just happen, like on black friday?

from a customer's perspective, this was probably one of the most frustrating experiences a shopper could have. holiday shopping is stressful as it is, and when you're like me trying to get your last rounds of holiday shopping done online, this pretty much puts you over the edge.

last time when amazon was down, every minute of outage cost amazon $31K. judging from the duration of your outage, j.crew, i'd say this was in the millions - yup.

the first time i saw you, i thought you were walking away!

2008-12-14T09:55:00.000-08:00

and the japanese office!

left leg, right leg, one leg at a time.

2008-12-10T20:29:00.000-08:00

these were just sitting on my ipod - for what, months? - and i never bothered listening to them until now. (i didn't really get islands' first album but their second one sounds so different.) i like them.

the arm, islands.

creeper, islands.

sec walkin', my morning jacket. (this makes me feel like i'm reminiscing the old days in the 70's even though i never lived in that time.)

some truths i learned.

2008-12-01T21:05:00.000-08:00

it takes time.

i don't pretend for a day that i don't think about what has or hasn't happened in the last two years. it's always on my mind - i don't try to think about it. but if it doesn't hit me when i brush my teeth, then it hits me sometime during my walk to the shuttle stop, or any given moment thereafter. and if i so make it through the day, it surely hits me when i start walking back home from work. i think about those days when i googled a recipe for hours, spent the whole day grocery shopping and preparing for dinner, waiting for him to come home from work. all those nights when he'd ask me to stay, but he'd just focus on his laptop, frowning and short-fused, as i sat quietly by his side having absolutely nothing to do. and i think of the music i still listen to--the 2, 3 songs i keep listening to on repeat--and my thoughts always end with this girl. a girl who conveniently appeared and got handed everything that i worked so hard for the last two years. everyday i think of her, and everyday i think about how unfair it is.

quitting smoking is the right thing to do.

as it turns out, prolonged smoking plays a big role in triggering hyperthyroidism, and those with hyperthyroidism who continue smoking have a high chance of non-recovery. (i don't even want to write about the other things anymore at this point, so i'm going to just end this blog post short.) i think about the occasional cigarette still, but i genuinely no longer want to escape or self-destruct.

i should exercise, always.
doc says hyperthyroidism eats you up, in a way. it only eats mussels. muscles. so it took all my mussels/muscles and i lost all this weight, but now i'm left with fat. just fat.

you don't say.

sometimes you're doing the right thing even if it doesn't look like you are, and sometimes you love some things even if it doesn't look like you do. my responses are now monosyllabic as much as they can be, and i'll always say i'm rushing to a meeting or a call, but it's only because i know better now, that what is left to be said, we don't say.

my pretend line

2008-11-25T22:28:00.000-08:00

in my head of make-believe design, my line would be a cross of Jil Sander, Alexander Wang, Akris and lately, Herve Leger. Let's be grounded though before I sound like a moron, I wholeheartedly adore--adore--Marni, Lanvin, Narciso Rodriguez, and most Philip Lim, Chloe, Derek Lam, and the likes, of course. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if one day my wardrobe is all of their collections etc etc. But their core concepts, I mean fundamentally, aren't in line with what I would ideally design, were I to design.

Lately I'm really into Herve Leger's fall 08 runway collection - (I'll save Jil Sander, Alexander Wang, and Akris for another time) - I just stepped into their first SF shop a few days ago when it just opened, and I was completely floored by every piece they had (minus the accessories, which I could do without). And I'll save the Herve Leger spring 09 collection for another time, because I haven't moved on beyond fall yet. (p.s. I don't think it makes sense for everyday human beings to be that fashion-forward actually, what's the point?)

i love the silhouette and just how much structure there is even with the 00, near-theatrical fit. i don't really agree with the hair and makeup of the runway show (i still think it would be better if their hair was up), but i think there is just impeccable detail to each of these pieces: how it opens from the shoulder down to how it ends just around the upper-thigh. lately i'm into overfeminized dresses and it's unfortunate work wasn't more like a fashion show.

I Survived Yesterday

2008-10-09T13:00:00.000-07:00

I still wondered what the birthday boy was doing, who was there to celebrate with him, and how he was going to enjoy his day off. I do know that he had a very good 27th birthday and that's probably more than I could ever do for him. The thought made me a little bit happy and a little bit sad, but that's okay.

take me to mykonos

2008-10-07T18:52:00.000-07:00

Mykonos (Album) - Fleet Foxes
The door slam loud and rows up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

How did any holes in the snow tipped pines, I find
Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night?

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

2008-06-21T04:10:00.000-07:00

Update

2008-06-03T09:59:00.000-07:00

Sorry, I've been very lazy to blog. I have pictures and unfortunately I'll have to redirect you to my facebook. I also take a lot of short clips during my trip - you can find them at www.youtube.com/ohmylaundry. Sorry, I said I was lazy.

To answer Aditi's comment, I did succumb to India during my 4th week here. My condition got worse over the weekend, I got extremely dehydrated, and had to go to the hospital yesterday. There I confirmed that I have gastroenteritis, which explained all my symptoms. At the hospital they told me I weighed a little over 100 pounds. This is probably the first time I've told anyone how much I weigh, because even to me this was lower than my diet target weight.

I had many interesting observations, questions, and doubts these few weeks, but they're now past their prime. Very soon I'll be back to America. I miss home a lot and actually cannot wait to be back.

For A Friend

2008-05-14T16:05:00.000-07:00

For the nomad at heart, I wish you were here to share this amazing journey. Even under the sweltering heat, everyday here to me carries a hint of Bon Iver. To great photographs, great writing, and great journeys!

Sold my cold knot
A heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow --
Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
Color the era
Film it's historical

My mile could not
Pump the plumb
In my arbor 'till my ardor
Trumped every inner inertia
Lump sum

All at once
Rushing from the sub-pump
(Or so the story goes)
Balance we won't know
We will see when it gets warm

the rules of living

2008-05-11T05:45:00.001-07:00

i am living at the jayabheri apartments. despite living in one of the nicer apartments in hyderabad already, there is still much to get used to. hot water is a scarcity. they call it geyser here. like how my old grandma's place used to be, you turn on this stove thirty minutes prior to shower to get the water heated. but next to that, the soap smells like mosquito repellant, you sweat at night with your room's a/c turned on to the fullest, and you never, ever brush your teeth using the tap water (you must use bottled water). you will see that this apartment is modest at best (per american standard), to be very honest, but this is simply the best here. there's a rule for us about not inviting local employees to our corporate housing simply because we do not want them to see the sharp contrast in our living conditions.

as predicted, the temperature went up to about 110 today when i headed out. rumors have it that your makeup will melt under this kind of heat. i put makeup on anyway, but only after i put on sunscreen. there really is very little incentive for vanity in this place, and i doubt i'll have the energy to put up this vanity fight for much longer. i have no mobile phone here yet, but i stumble into ismail, our coordinator for rides. the expats have all gone to the crickets match, he tells me. they call us expats, and crickets is one of the most popular sports here. ismail tells me it is not suitable for going out under this weather. you don't want to nap? he asks. i reassure him i'd like to see the town even if i'm by myself. he arranges for randiver to take me around. sitting in the car, watching this town, i am overwhelmed with the way people live their lives. we're separated by this car only, and i'm witnessing their lives and i cannot even describe them. this place blows me away.

i am starving. i keep looking at the menus at the mall but i have to choose my food wisely. in heeding everyone's advice about food and drinks it almost makes me lose my appetite. i end up ordering a fanta and a tiramisu. they bring out my fanta, in a glass with ice. almost immediately i pull all the ice cubes out of my glass--they won't fool me--ice cubes are just unbottled water in disguise. i take a bite of tiramisu. it's very possible i may not eat for the rest of my stay. the only comfort i get is from the thought of having imodium in my purse. i see that everyone else is having water. i want water very badly. what is so different about our bodies that makes us unable to consume what their bodies can handle?

let me take you through town:

welcome to hyderabad

2008-05-10T14:12:00.000-07:00

i board a lufthansa flight from san francisco to frankfurt. it has been many years since my last international travel. i realize it's a two-leveled plane. i don't even remember if they existed before, or whether this is something i should be amazed at. have you ever had this feeling before, where you're faced with something and you're not even sure if you're supposed to be amazed, overwhelmed or what?

i've by now traveled across three time zones. on this last flight to india, i sense that i am getting many stares. they stare at the way i dress, and the way i handle my bags in the overhead compartment. after nearly 24 hours of flying, i've finally landed in hyderabad, india.

there are so many men standing around. they all have badges and at first i thought they were dedicated drivers here to pick up their clients, but they just stand around as we all exit the plane and walk toward security checkpoint. i feel like they're waiting to do something. what are they doing? there are so, so many men standing around.

i am in search of a currency exchange booth. i look around the exit, and all of a sudden, i feel like 10 different people are waving at me. they each point to their booth, and i frankly tell them, 'i am confused.' finally one booth waves more excitedly at me and i walk towards them. that's when i realized the other booth has just lost my business. i leave the currency exchange booth, forgetting to do calculations in my head. oh well, i don't even know if i had just been ripped off. some odd thousands of dollars in indian rupees sounds fine to me right now.

i am overwhelmed. there is a scene right outside the exit of the airport. there are easily hundreds of people, kept in place only by the fences so they cannot block the entire walkway. i am afraid to step outside. where is my driver who's supposed to pick me up? the guard advises me to walk outside toward this crowd. they are so loud and so eager, and when you walk out, all of a sudden you're the center of attention as if you're walking on the red carpet. the guard tells me the google driver is right there. i finally see my driver, and i leave this crowd. it is about 90 degrees. at this rate during the day it will get up to 110. on our drive the driver tells me this is a brand new airport, about one month old only, and that many people come out to the airport just to see it. visiting this new airport is a spectacle that warrants an event. our drive to the apartment complex is going to be another hour, he says.

they yell. vehicles swerve wherever they want, from 'lane' to 'lane,' if you even call them lanes. the way it unfolds to me right now, there is no rule in driving as long as you don't hit somebody. even that doesn't seem to scare them, because this other car who is trying to take our spot on the road keeps inching up when we inch up that they actually hit the traffic guard who is telling them to stop. because vehicles swerve wherever, whenever, cars honk when they're about to pass another vehicle to warn them that they're coming. scooters are all over the road, many of them carry up to a family of 4. the driver keeps swerving and honking at these scooters. the horns here are like brakes, stopping people from getting killed. it's a miracle no one was killed today.

it is too dark. there are no lights on the freeway at all except for the headlights coming from the cars. along the freeway i keep noticing people walking. we pass desolation after desolation. all of these run down warehouses and buildings and construction site after construction site. it is unclear to me whether they are demolishing or rebuilding something. the driver confirms to me that the run down warehouses i see are actually shops that are just closed at night. during the day they will reopen. and all i see in the dark are people walking. it is past midnight. where are they going? we pass by a gas station that seems to be the place to be at night. there are so many people gathered around this gas station in the dark. must be some kind of a hangout spot.

suddenly the driver swerves into a deserted piece of land on the side. he brakes on the car, turns to me, mumbles something, and says sorry. he turns off the engine of the car and steps out, leaving me in the car. what did he just say? my life in india has only lasted about 40 minutes, and i can only hear about 40% of the english that they speak. he opens the trunk now. you're sorry.... about what? you're sorry that you're going to have to kill me? you're sorry that you're going to rob me? you're sorry that something bad will happen to me? i have no idea what is going on; i can faintly see him take out something from the trunk and he walks towards my side. what is he doing? drinking water? peeing? sneezing? i try not to look. is he stealing my things? there is nothing i can do at this point. he finally enters the car again. i ask him, is everything okay? yes, he says. we're okay again, and he drives off again.

redundant

2008-04-04T19:46:00.000-07:00

As I begin to transition work in preparation for my leave, I am getting the impression that I am more "indispensable" than not. In the past I would have considered this to be reassuring, that my being needed translates into proof of importance. But the longer I work, the more I begin to think about making myself redundant. As Sheryl Sandberg said, the proudest moment anyone can have is when you have made yourself redundant. You have taught others what you know, and how to do your job. You have hired people smarter than yourself, and over time you have made yourself redundant and completely dispensable. And by then you will know that you have succeeded. I hope to be her someday.

Darjeeling

2008-03-20T10:47:00.000-07:00

Uh oh

I HAVE HIVES

2008-02-20T22:43:00.000-08:00

Just moments ago it came to my attention that the culprit to my disgusting, filthy hives that has tortured me for days is

...WHAT??????

Oui?

2008-02-18T14:22:00.000-08:00

I have been spending more money than usual lately, but...

house of wax

2008-02-09T14:24:00.000-08:00

i never realized how much art there is to candle-displaying/candle-buying. on days where i feel completely drained from work the only motivation that keeps my legs walking up the streets of san francisco back home is the thought of candles and floating tealights lighting up my studio.

last night instead of going out or doing anything, really, i went to buy like 80 little candles and met this candle connoisseur. he warned me against certain candle ideas i had (dubbing them 'failures in practice') and advised me on the right shape and size of bowl and the appropriate kind of candle with the appropriate height, wax, and wick.

i lit a bunch around my place, and just sat on my couch all night reading magazines.

dear macaroons

2008-02-01T18:50:00.000-08:00

there is something so fucking endearing about them.

and if you're a friend of mine, i have probably shoved one or two down your throat. oh, but only marie-antoinette style.

uncle sam

2008-01-13T13:36:00.000-08:00

my residency here has officially expired, but at least i won't be deported so long as i don't leave this country. come march and this should be me:

Elf

2007-12-30T23:56:00.000-08:00

And then I tried to walk around town while listening to a lot of older music. And as amazing as she sounds, I guarantee that you'll find her eerie resemblance to an elf if you see her sing.

Oh Haven't I Been Good To You?

2007-12-30T23:45:00.001-08:00

It has occurred to me at least 83 times that I continue to like what I like, and that I continue to gravitate towards variations of the same thing. Dresses, music, art, colors, shapes, voices, hairstyles, textures, jokes, style of writing, people, topics. I could try to change it up, but I don't see what the harm is, yet.

sue me

2007-12-24T14:18:00.000-08:00

but i think these campaigns are actually working for these brands. or maybe because i am more emotional, less funny and less sarcastic these days.

Kaiser - 'Thrive'

+campbell-ewald.

Kleenex - 'Let It Out' (let it out . com)

+jwt.

adagio

2007-12-21T12:49:00.000-08:00

We are so 2046.

we are all in this together

2007-12-20T08:22:00.000-08:00

If this were a drawing pad, I would draw a goldfish here.

And then here is where I would draw that which is priceless, that which is lovely. I would draw silk.

And finally I would draw dark circles over everything, one overlapping another, until everything is covered.

heavy boots

2007-12-17T09:17:00.000-08:00

The jacket has been neatly folded and placed on my chair. The correspondences collected and bundled. I can't be certain I will ever be prepared for this longest goodbye known to my history. But goodbyes are set in motion. I am confronting tonight.

happiest purchases 2007

2007-12-14T08:43:00.000-08:00

Blackberry
Burberry trenchcoat
MJ party dress
Perfume
Tickets to Austin

I'm sure there are more. But I got the most satisfaction out of these purchases.

it's winter

2007-12-10T08:16:00.000-08:00

It's winter in the city again. It's peacoats and peppermint mochas, subdued colors and fingerless mittens. I am in line again at the shuttle stop a year later. A coworker I met a year ago started talking to me by offering me his wall street journal. It was all very natural. The shuttle stop was the beginning of hope and now it is just a barrage of worthless emotions. It's winter again and this year I am stronger.

hey remember that time

2007-12-04T08:54:00.000-08:00

Many times I will have to fight the urge to blog. For example, yesterday when I realized I may never be ready for Glen Hansard again. Or how my good pal introduced the guy she's seeing as Smith. But sometimes, if you hold your breath for a second, and swallow whatever that feels like it's coming out back down to where it belongs, the moment will pass. And then afterwards you will even refer to yourself and your feelings as the third person. And everything that you can write about it will have become the past. It can never catch up to you.

T

2007-11-17T11:29:00.000-08:00

I have never truly enjoyed the category that is food, but somehow sitting here at the four seasons Austin right now, literally faced with plates and plates of pastry dessert assortments, and a table shrewn with different rose petals, this is an immensely gratifying experience. The balcony that I have to myself gives me a view of the lawn and the town lake that is so subtly beautiful that some might mistake this view as spectacular. In truth, you would be very wrong to treat this as spectacular and take it all in at once. If you could, let the tea simmer.

Postscript: The hotel manager just now greeted me and asked me about my tea experience. I told him that as a matter of fact, I am just blogging about how much I like it. Web 2.0, case in point.

the truth

2007-10-19T02:04:00.000-07:00

about my story with sam

about my story with someone else

and there you have it. my entire side of the story.

And it's been a long time long time now, Since I've seen you smile

2007-10-12T08:03:00.000-07:00

Life is so on.

Beirut's music makes me feel like I am far away, at once placed in a different era and location, some place and time completely remote but familiar. I am alone but content. I am tapping my feet and clapping my hands. I explore. And it is with people who enjoy celebrating life, color and music, and we dance, not with each other -- together, but on our own.

There is no sexuality, just you, and everyone else. Let's talk about our pasts, our dreams and fears, our families and our loves! It is just us now, and we have got every reason to rejoice.

So somewhere in the middle of their concert people got out of their seats and lined up to the edge of the stage. With trumpets, cello, harmonica, banjo, the drums, french horn, violin, xylophone, and everything else that made up momentum, Beirut played. I had never been to a better concert and I had never crashed a better, bigger party. It was such a timely reminder of what's great about humanity and creation, and I went with the best company I could have brought to this festivity.

And I would love to see that day that day is mine.

1 more day

2007-10-07T10:26:00.000-07:00

get thru it

2007-09-13T20:01:00.000-07:00

I would put Secret Garden on in the background first thing in the morning when I'm doing my makeup. I would listen to Glen Hansard for the rest of the day as I drown myself in work. I would skip the Muni and just walk home late at night when I get back in the city. On my way back home I would hum an oldie or Faye. Somewhere between that porn store on Market and that male strip club on Bush I would find myself in tears, feeling sorry about everything, and by the time I reach the liquor store around the corner of my apartment, I would stop.

I would fall back into this--the whole night yesterday and the whole day today all I could think of was falling back into mourning mode. Because yesterday someone finally cut through your lies, even though I never wanted to know, and perhaps this was worse than everything else on our laundry list. I feel 'never' and I feel 'nothing,' and it is the first time that I feel that way about things. I want to mourn and I want to push you over so you fall.

Instead, I would come home to see my wonderful roommate, best friend. She would ask me how my day was, and tell me about something that happened that day. Maybe it'd be about my new neighbor who seems to do nothing but smoke weed all day; maybe it'd be about a new sketch she'd made or a new proof she'd thought of.

If I could, I would still sit on the front steps by the next building under the blue awning until I am ready to call her to come down and get me. Except I realize lies don't make me sad; they lift burdens off my shoulders.

1234

2007-07-27T21:07:00.000-07:00

Sweetheart bitterheart now I can tell you apart
Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart

Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are

One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then

My Sunday Moment on the Grass Today

2007-07-08T21:22:00.000-07:00

For the beautiful people present in my life

Fabuloso 4

2007-07-08T20:36:00.000-07:00

Link arms, and us four, we could get in anywhere!

OCM

2007-07-07T03:10:00.000-07:00

Your trip back means the world to me.

Finale

2007-07-04T22:55:00.001-07:00

My birthday dress (love it.)

A few things happened.
1. We were watching the same fireworks. We were so far away.
2. A friend kissed me on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and said, "anything for you." It meant a lot to me that I was only with friends who cared about me tonight.
3. I went to see my plant and saw that Zoe was gone. I didn't even get to say bye.

Tonight I realized it's time.

When Your Mind's Made Up

2007-06-26T21:38:00.000-07:00

So, if you want something
And you call, call
Then'll come running
To fight, and I'll be at your door
When there's something worth running for

When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to stop it

You see, you're just like everyone
When the shit falls all you want to do is run, away
And hide all by yourself
When you're far from me, there's nothing else

When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point even talking
When your mind's made up
When your mind's made up
There's no point trying to fight it

There Is Something So Beautiful

2007-06-25T23:13:00.000-07:00

Inside of me. And I'll always believe in people, because there's a part of me that's hopeful, and I wanted that day to come so bad.

And even though there is something so ugly, and it aches and it aches, it is worth believing in people. The truth is, I'll defend you to the end, even if I'm never coming back.

Paris Je T'aime

2007-06-24T23:13:00.001-07:00

She sits there at the park, watching couples passing, children playing. 'It was at that moment that I fell in love with Paris, and I felt Paris fall in love with me too.'

Walking back from the theatre tonight I looked around this city and I realized that I was falling back in love with San Francisco.

2007-06-24T11:31:00.000-07:00

I sat next to you and you were yawning. We were both watching it but I was the only one in it. And you didn't realize that you had missed it, that this is what I would've wanted to tell you.

-----
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Something is Wrong

2007-06-12T13:27:00.001-07:00

Jacob's Club Orange 8-Pack

Our Price: $3.95
Quantity in Cart: None

Shipping Weight: 0.80 pounds

Quantity:

Jacob's Club Orange combines thick milk chocolate with a smooth, tangy orange flavoured cream and a crunchy biscuit.

Was $3.75
Just past sell-by date.

Nervous

2007-06-11T23:42:00.001-07:00

It's your big day; I'm nervous.

Over and Over

2007-06-11T23:38:00.001-07:00

I miss them again.

HEY

2007-06-03T20:10:00.000-07:00

I did laundry today.

(this is probably the 4th or 5th time since I moved to the city in August.)

P.S. I'm not dirty.

Day Four

2007-04-28T01:01:00.000-07:00

1. put my hair down
2. set zoe (my plant) free

"For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn't begin at all."

2007-04-10T00:44:00.000-07:00

"I'm looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you're doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don't want it anymore and throw it out the window. That's what I'm looking for."

"I'm not sure that has anything to do with love."

"It does, you just don't know it. There are times in a girl's life when things like that are incredibly important."

"Things like throwing strawberry shortcake out the window?"

"Exactly. And when I do it, I want the man to apologize to me. 'Now I see. What a fool I've been! I should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortcake. I have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. To make it up to you, I'll go out and buy you something else. What would you like? Chocolate mousse? Cheesecake?"

"So then what?"

"So then I'd give him all the love he deserves for what's he done."

used

2007-04-09T14:43:00.000-07:00

please don't let me be one of them.
please don't make me ordinary.

Henry Holland

2007-04-01T18:49:00.000-07:00

check! (yay)

this is how it works

2007-03-20T17:02:00.001-07:00

you're young until you're not
you love until you don't
you try until you can't
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe until their dying breath.
no, this is how it works;
you peer in side yourself
you take the things you like
then try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood
and walking arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed
and even if it does you'll just do it all again

thanks mija.

But Dot Dot Dot

2007-03-05T20:59:00.000-08:00

Sold out of my size (again).

2007-02-20T23:02:00.000-08:00

bye tristan.

Hi Tristan&Chloe

2007-02-10T19:19:00.000-08:00

Can I Tell You Something?

2007-01-23T00:52:00.000-08:00

Let's not smoke.

I'd Learn to Bike for You

2007-01-14T13:18:00.000-08:00

I'm Selling Out

2006-11-26T17:56:00.000-08:00

I am not a shopping fighter, and it's official. I am just not one of those people insane/lucky enough to land great deals, Thanksgiving or not. It's just not in me. Just look at this Behnaz Sarafpour NYC charm bracelet that I've been trying to get (for a month). Every time it's sold out on me, every store I visit.

It's just not meant to be.

Skip to My Lou

2006-11-25T00:01:00.000-08:00

I'm convinced that it's a perfectly ungreedy thing to ask that of slippers. May you be fashionably comfortable, slipper.

By now I've confidently narrowed down my top two to these beautiful (almost too beautiful) slippers for anything around the house. It's a tough call, but in the end, only the Daniel Greens let you also grab coffee at Le Boulangerie.

Ever since my Le Coq have been demoted to an indoors status (which is unfortunate), it is about time I dub a new pair my coffee shop slippers. Even as a true San Francisco girl, thinking about how Robertson Boulevard-esque they look makes me giggle like I'm-so-L.A.

Shhhhsh...

2006-11-24T00:11:00.000-08:00

Don't tell anyone. I'm going to get this for the gift exchange at work. I'd be cheating (going over the allowed budget), but who's really counting? I'd want this for my cube.These little creatures amazed us when we discovered them: they're quirky sculptures made of natural latex rubber. The "eyes" are actual seeds (melon, tomato, and pumpkin seeds), and their "skin" is soft and pliable. You can squeeze their bodies and they'll squeak.

If and when you get tired of looking at your Plant-Me Pet on your desk or shelf, you can literally bury the sculpture in a pot of soil (head-first, so as to cover the seeds), water it and place it in the sun, and -- voilá! -- the rubber will decompose and a plant will sprout.

Put My Face On

2006-11-23T21:39:00.000-08:00

A year of collection has come and gone, but I am still in love with this one dated from last fall.

I Don't Eat Much

2006-11-23T13:22:00.000-08:00

Now That's Sugar to My Nose

2006-11-23T13:04:00.000-08:00

Chocolate-covered candied orange peel, caramel, vanilla biscuit, creamy milk, sandalwood, incense, resins, ambergris, Peru balsam and balsam of Siam, oak, patchouli, and cedar.

You either love it or hate it, and I'm definitely getting my hands on Elixir des Merveilles in time for Christmas.

Stranger than Fiction, or, Hmm--What?

2006-11-23T02:08:00.000-08:00

"Believe in happy endings."

Danielle by Danielle Steel
The new fragrance.

I believe her books are the epitome of what people call 'trashy novels,' no? I am seriously amazed that this is actually happening, because this must mean there's someone else besides Ms. Danielle herself that somehow thought it a brilliant idea to launch another smelly career to top her household name. I can smell it already.

Did I mention she wrote her own tagline? Who would have thought?

Oh, you'd better believe it.

Beating Christmas to the Chase

2006-11-22T22:48:00.000-08:00

Christmas isn't even here yet, but something tells me we've got to move on? I'm still clinging onto fall. Some preliminary inspirational looks I will actually copy and add to the closet. First, to ease the transition with...

Alice Ritter :: Suspenders

Karl Lagerfeld :: I still like navy they're loose & there're layers

Stella McCartney :: Puffy sleeves

Barbara Bui :: The tee!

Derek Lam :: This look never dies

Marni :: Lately I like hats

... there're colors & prints

Chloe

Yves Saint Laurent

Alexander McQueen

Sabyasachi