Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Highs & Lows

Sheldon Cooper Tee- Thrifted at Superior Thrift
Dark Floral Skirt - Forever 21
Mary Jane Shoes - Forever 21

Night Lights

In the midst of work and family, I got a chance to visit one of my best friends, Nicole. And of course, we took this opportunity to eat boiling crab, empty our wallets at the mall, and force her brother, Justin, to take photos for ~blogging~. 

So we all dragged our asses out at 9 PM at night to take ~*luxurious*~ photos with Justin's amazing camera and his professional photography skills. With the pain of changing outfits in public bathrooms and facing cold northern California winds, we got a couple of shots and required the crew of us 3 to Pinkberry (a.k.a. Justin paid. Thanks!)

| here is to a throw at 
Nicole's personal style of 
bohemian cuts and earthy colors |

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Pretty in Pink


Because I ran out of things to say at two in the morning.
Here is this.

I wrote this small excerpt in the spring of last year.
I figured I'd just toss it out there since it's the 
one of the few romantic things I will probably
 ever write about anything.

          Adam was someone that I didn't know. He sat three rows ahead and one seat to the left of me in 7th period English class. His hair was chestnut brown and messy from his lack of upkeep while his eyes were big, clean, and lit up at the call of his name. But other than speaking when he was spoken to in class, he was quiet and would doodle on the beige wooden desk that he was assigned. When class was dismissed, I would take the longer route out the door to check out the messy pencil marks he left. Sometimes it was simple drawings. Other times it was intricate patterns. Rarely, it was nothing; most of the time it was poems and stories that he would write on that desk. And little to his knowledge, our teacher, Mrs. Hesman, would go up to his desk a few minutes after everyone left class and copy the words or take pictures of the drawings with her disposable camera. She must have filled up at least three notebooks of what he created since he transferred into her class. I only knew of this because I left my binder in Mrs. Hesman’s room one time and had to fetch it before I was going to be late for the bus. I caught her in the act. Her face spoke of a deer in headlights. She looked at me and brought her finger to her lips, indicating it was a well-kept secret that she didn't intend to get out. I nodded and left in a silent agreement. By the way she documented it, I knew she was collecting all of this to give to him at some point in his life.
But I didn't know why he did this. But I knew that he had no intentions for anyone to see it. I’m sure that he thought the janitors wiped down the desks everyday as a daily routine. Without observing, I knew that it was our teacher that did the task so that Adam would have a new slate every day to create on.
I wonder what her intentions were. I knew mine. Sometimes I would quickly memorize the passages and copy them down myself, and then recite them in my head. I wanted badly to know what it meant. Why write this? Why not anything else but this? The questions piled up inside of my head as the mystery of who he was expanded further than what I could reach.
Because at first he was a just name, then a slouch of a posture with books in his hand. Then he became condensed words on a table and a glance towards backseat where I sat. He was the galaxy condensed into a soul and a breath of mountain air that I dared not to take. A dazzling mystery in the eyes I set him in. It drove me insane. 

Sunday, February 9, 2014

From Yours Truly, XOXO

Purple Floral Kimono Shawl - Forever 21
Black Bralette - Walmart
Black Lacy Tank - ANGL
Black Shorts - Fashion Young
Thigh High Socks - American Apparel
Creepers - Charlotte Russe
Pearls - Vintage

Lovers' hands embracing each others, secret glances at dinner, bubbly champagne, opening of tiny jewelry boxes, and parting kisses exchanged in front of taxi cars... you guessed it. Valentine's Day is right around the corner. This is seriously the only holiday where people either rejoice in their found love, obsessively internet stalk their crushes, or drown their loneliness in bottles of cheap vodka.

I'm totally kidding. People do those things on a daily basis anyway.

 This holiday just puts it under a microscope with the constant throw up of pink and red in every store you walk into. I don't mind it at all. Reason why? 50% off V-Day chocolate on Feb. 15. Now that's true love.

To be honest, I never believed that love had to be a grand announcement with a huge expensive dinner or being greeted with roses at my front door. Instead, it's the 3 AM Mcdonald's delivery from an uber janky boy in sweats while I waltz to the front door in my pajamas. It's pretending to shove someone out of an "incoming car" to save their life. It's the super dumb inside jokes about overused memes that you keep on overusing anyway. Or maybe I'm just a cheap date? (insert the har har har)

Anyways, in the spirit of Valentine's day, I threw on my cupid's best and snapped a few photos at the beach while on a girl date with home girl, Helena. And of course being the best date ever, I treated her and myself to gelato. You have to try milk chocolate hazelnut. Dear lord... it's so tasty. Here's to me finding my true love at last. I'm sure gelato and I will make a great couple. :)

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Please Hop Into My Closet

I may or may not fall in love with articles of clothing

Okay. I admit it. I totally, completely, and utterly do. 
But I swear, it's only a 
small problem
 (my wallet begs to differ).

One minute I'm scrolling through pictures and pictures from clothing websites that my taste buds deem unworthy of my troll-like palate, and then with one single distracted glance, boom. It hits me. In that instance, the stars aligned, the planets orbit perfectly in sync around the sun, and a higher being whispers in my ear, "you were born on this earth to buy this." I answer back with diluted pupils and a psychopath stare, "yes master..." I found what I have been looking for all my life. 

Quickly I click on the link, choose my size, and press "buy" as my little heart races and the high hits me square in the face. And then... no. No way. You have to be kidding me. As I read the fine print, I feel needles stabbing into my pathetic soul. Sold out. I flip the table, drop to my knees, throw my fists into the air, and scream, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

And this, ladies and gentlemen,
 is the story of how I ended up in a psych ward. 

I'm totally kidding. But at last, these are the exact stories, perhaps a little exaggerated, about how I found something on the internet that I lusted over, but it was not meant to be. The other tragic stories involve me looking at the price tag. Sigh. That's for another day. 

Anyways, as I again roam the internet for things I'll probably never get the chance to end up purchasing, I complied yet another lust list of clothes that I will admire from afar. And hope that in the future, I will purchase these items, and that my package will ship from distant land (probably China). But for now, here are a few things that should totally be in my closet right now.

Octopus Hoodie | Link |: This has to be the coolest hoodie that I have ever seen. Not only does it fit the current monochromatic trend, it's freaking octopus tentacles draped majestically over the top half of the piece. The minute I saw it, I convinced myself that I needed it. With my luck, it's sold out. I already decided my fate though. This hoodie and I WILL meet again. Click Here if you want to experience how I felt when I saw that it was sold out. Le sniff. Le sigh. Le cry. 

Kastor & Pollux Hologram Skirt | Link |: This skirt looks like the back of one of the stickers you get from a quarter machine. And that is exactly why I want it. It reminds me of ~space~ & the ~future~ to be perfectly honest. I already imagine myself twirling in this piece and admiring each glisten that the skirt gives off when light hits it. 

3rd Eye Bralette Link |: I love this. I know it's a pretty simple graphic, but it completely stands on it's own. I'm a sucker for anything black and green, and this fits it perfectly. I would probably pair this with a circle skirt or high-waisted shorts/jeans. And if anyone keeps staring at the graphic, I an amusingly say, "hello? Eyes are up here." 

Acidic High-Waisted Shorts | Link |: I know, I know. My butt will totally fall out of this. I'm not a fan of my cheeks having the chance to say hi to the world, but the elongated zipper is what totally draws me in. Not only does it lengthens my stubby silhouette, it proportions my body and adds a strange sophistication. A.K.A., I am desperately drooling as I type this out.  

Tied Black Platform Ankle Boots | Link |: Little witch booties. Little witch booties tapping on the pavement. Little witch booties climbing up wooden stairs. Little witch booties  tiptoeing across tile. Clack. Clack. Clack. These are the perfectly boots to pair with black thigh high socks. I only stand at 5 feet and barely 1 inch. By pairing these heeled boots with long socks in the same color, I manage to make my legs seem like they go on for miles. What's that phrase? Fake it till you make it.