Nostalgia

I really hate my current hair... really, really do. I hate everything about it, the texture, the length, the cut and the fact that it just won't fucking grow!!! This profound hatred would not have manifested if I hadn't looked through my past photos where my hair was so sleek and long and awesome.
For this Christmas, I want Santa to give me a new head of hair.

Slicing up eyeballs, I want you to know

I went to see the Pixies yesterday, all the way down in Seattle and it was so surreal and magical that I'm still absorbing its impact of sheer magnificent awesomeness. It was somewhere between singing at the top of my lungs and screaming and jumping between songs that I realized just how brilliant their music is in all aspects and how it was probably the only time I will ever see them; which makes the experience all the more exciting and special.

Concert attire

My favorite pair of shoes.

If You Want to Destroy My Sweater

I don't usually like make-over shows because they're extremely insulting and advocates conformity which is usually masked as poor attempts at "improving the lives of everyday normal people". Take the show "What Not to Wear" for example, I admit I watch that show sometimes because there is something intriguing about seeing the transformation, but the fact that every shred of personal eccentricity is obliterated by a full "fascist style cleansing" is just wrong and absolutist. On the other hand, the show "How to Look Good Naked" I think serves to empower women and instills confidence by demonstrating that all women can look great as long as she chooses the right outfit. In fact, It's more than just telling women what to wear because all women can relate to participants on the show and who doesn't love Gok Wan's colorful vocabulary?My new jacket makes a debut. Damn that thing's warm!

I think I have a disease and it's called "Knitwearsitis" and it's symptoms include delirium, fever and an over the top obsession with sweaters. The cause is still unknown however, some researches have shown that an individual's intense need for warmth, comfort and style may be a correlational factors for the ailment.

jacket-high

The best thing about having Wednesday off is that while everyone have to get up early to go to work I am sitting in my pajamas in front of the computer, eating cereal. Life is sweet.


I finally put a stop to my never-ending-search-for-a-winter-coat-obsession yesterday. I visited American Apparel and picked up this comfortable and sexy item and couldn't be happier with my purchase.

Back to the Emerald City

Daniel and I took a trip down to Seattle today. We spent the entire day looking for a jacket for me but I ended up buying a book and two pairs of moccasins. I've been looking for moccasins flats since last winter and I was so thrilled when I spotted these babies at Target and immediately put them on. I walked the entire day in them and they were so comfortable and cute and I was so enamored with them in fact I made Daniel stop at another Target on the way home just so I can get another pair in tan. Of course, my act of over consumption was punished only seconds after I removed the tags off the second pair, I caught a glimpse of the "genuine leather upper" label. This sudden realization caused quite the internal struggle for hours but I hesitantly decided to keep them in the end, for the economical, environmental and "sheer cuteness" reasons.

If the faux fur lining isn't going to keep my tootsies toasty this winter, my guilty conscience certainly will radiate all the way into my toes... I guess these are good for the winter, regardless.


The other purchase however, took no part in psychological torment. I spotted this book at Easy Street Records and was instantaneously swoon by Kurt Cobain and the giant block letters that read "GRUNGE". This book has a whole bunch of awesome pictures that really captured the essence of the culture, and it has definitely gave me some inspirations for future outfits.

This is one of my favorite pictures, it's so simple yet full of life. A sense of vivaciousness really emanates from the eyes of just a bunch of up-to-no-good looking kids.