Showing posts with label concert t-shirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concert t-shirt. Show all posts
Monday, March 11, 2013
T.U.K.-ing On My Heart Strings
This is amazing-sauce! Our humble little band Scrambled Debutante got our first review in the Georgia Straight! Which means we are now a legitimate band because people have now judged and wrote about those judgements for the public eye in hopes to sway their opinion!!! Now I know what it feels like to be totally fucking famous! Raawwrrrrrrrr!!!!!
Second tidbit of excitement: I was interview on CJSF last Friday for their International Women's Day special to talk about what it feels like to a feminist and a female musician in Vancouver. I talked intensely for half an hour and have never been so proud to be speaking about things that are extremely personal to me.
It seems like things are on the upswing for me and I'm enjoying every moment of it.
Back to business of being serious though. I'm still struggling with creating a workable angle for the new blog. While I want to start a new blog less fashion-focused, I still want my own personal aesthetics to be a part of it. Also, I was told that this blog isn't really about fashion so maybe I'm already achieving what my supposed new blog is going to be all about?
Regardless. I will keep you all informed about any future developments. Now, I'm going to go bask in the temporary glory of how frighteningly much people seem to like me.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Home At Last, Jet Lag's a Bitch
China cut me off of Facebook, Blogger, Twitter and everything which allows me to connect and interface with the relevant people of my life. The policies of the country acts like a big-time cock-blocker, impinging on people's internet usage freedom. The government basically hates and kills everything that may leave room for free expression and communication.
Overall, the trip was good. I saw my family and stuffed myself with all of my childhood favourite foods and did the most quintessentially Asian things such as Karaoke and shopping at various markets for bargain fashion.
The experience this time was rich however I'm currently running on 3 hours of sleep and am barely able to type so consider this a "to be continued" post...
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Down with Patriarchy
Here's something infuriating, get ready.
I was on the skytrain heading home yesterday and had the unfortunate view of a drunk and sleazy man making vulgar remarks at several women. This fucking clown was THE slime ball of the century, not only was he completely insufferably obvious while ogling these women, he also very vocal and made kissing noises and various disgusting facial expressions. The situation was an example of power imbalance. The women looked beyond uncomfortable, they looked extremely distressed and perhaps felt very vulnerable too (I know I would). They tried their hardest to keep composure and exited the vehicle as fast as possible when it was their stop.
Without getting too deep into the social significance of this whole thing, I think we can all agree that this is just another example of how some men feel that they are entitled to treat women however they see fit. (ie. with less respect thus as less than them) At the same time, some women perpetuate this inequality by not only submitting themselves to the subjugation of men but also broadcast such beliefs externally, unto other women. Thus, we (women) are disadvantaged by two sets of taken-for-granted assumptions which does not help the cause of equality at all.
I, in the past, have been criticized by other fellow feminists as "contradictory" and "victim blaming" (victims being the women who are discriminated against) because my notions can sometimes seem a bit harsh towards women. My defence is usually that I hate to see women as victims of patriarchal circumstances and by seeing woman as the people who have been subjected to sexism and unfairness sort of implies that "that's just the way it is, we women are always the passive recipients of the shitty end of the bargain". To that I say "FUCK THAT" because whenever I hear anybody (men and women) talking about anything with any a shred of gender undertone, I tell always say to them, "it doesn't have to be that way, gender roles are the status quo, yes, but it doesn't have to be." Thus I try to change as much of our societal expectations as possible, starting at the most basic level by rejecting everything coloured by gender rather than sex. To subvert gender, I believe both men and women are responsible but since most gender stereotypes hold more negative standards about women, women need to work extra hard to reverse them. This means, by only defending ourselves against external sexism coming from others is not enough, we also need to recognize our own schemas of gender and reverse them. That is usually the hardest part but it can be done.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Manic Pixie Dream Girl
As much as I enjoy indie, quirky, romantic-comedies (ie. Garden State), I really resent the female stock character which the industry refer to as the "manic pixie dream girl".
Drawing from the definition, the MPDG is often used in movies as the human catalyst for the growth and the development of the male protagonist's sense of identity. She helps the main character (often a tortured, anxiety-ridden male) overcome his immaturity and eventually inspires him to fully embrace all experiences and relish in all aspects of life.
Yes, MPDG are the proverbial "the one who changed my life" girls. I believe, they are also products of androcentrism. This means the portrayal of these type of characters indirectly undermines the complexity and the individuality of every woman. Fuck man! Not every quirky, bubbly and eccentric girl is just waiting to instil epiphanies and new found experiences in self-deprecating boys. I promise you LSD can achieve that same effect. Much less emotional entanglement as well which is probably useful, considering it can help prevent a full depression relapse when you finally do reach self-actualization and realize that you are a nothing without your MPDG. Oh yeah, and that you're also kind of a chauvinist.
I'm wearing eyeliner!!! WHOAZ!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
It's Not Rocket Science
Today was my first shift at my temporary, part-time position at White Spot. You see, after months of irresponsible visa card usage I was pretty much forced into this. And after five minute into my shift it all suddenly came back to me; I hate restaurant jobs. I can deal with the hectic environment, the people, the terrible, terrible uniforms, the shitty food and even the fact that I had worked in restaurants all throughout high school and university and have quit time and time again only now to come back to another one after my graduation. That is all fine to me, I am not so stuck up that I can't swallow my pride for the sake of survival. But the the I cannot stand is the way these business are run and staffs are treated. Perhaps not all of my new co-workers know that I have had extensive food and service experiences but the way they treated me as the "first-timer" today was nothing short of how someone would treat another if that person was mentally handicapped. Every command was said with so much unnecessary emphasis and condescendingly superfluous repetition that made every single mundane task seem like verbal instructions for how to deal with something as important as dismantling a doomsday weapon. I really don't know how much I can continue working there if I expect to save any shred of dignity and self-respect. The only thought that's preventing to immediately marching in and quitting is the thought of these shoes:

My ideal part-time job right now would be to work at American Apparel but none of the Vancouver locations are hiring at this moment. Which means, I would have to stick with what I've got going on currently until my head explodes.
I love wearing hats when my hair is short. Totally hipster!

My ideal part-time job right now would be to work at American Apparel but none of the Vancouver locations are hiring at this moment. Which means, I would have to stick with what I've got going on currently until my head explodes.
I love wearing hats when my hair is short. Totally hipster!
Monday, June 7, 2010
How Sweet It Is

This past weekend had been one of my busiest (fun-wise) ever. I attended a show every night since Friday and am feeling very musically inspired. So when I logged in this morning and saw that my dear fellow blogger Mimi from Soyconfessions had given me an award for being her muse, I felt even more inspirational! Thank you Mimi, I am very flattered by this and here are my answers to your questions
1) Why do you blog? For you, or for others?
To be honest, I had never really thought about blogging until two years ago when I stumbled upon Hipster Musings? and was very impressed by Isabel's blog. Ever since then, I started reading her blog religiously and started writing myself. I originally wanted my blog to reflect my new found passion in D.I.Y. and vintage fashion and I just wanted to share my looks with people on the web. However, as my blog gained more readership and I got more comfortable posting my writings for the world to see, I knew that my initial simple intent wasn't going to suffice in fulfilling my outspoken nature. So lately, my posts have been more personal and based on my interpretations and observations of various social phenomena and cultural quirks. So I guess you can say that I blog for both my readers; for I want to share my anecdotes with the world as well as myself; because I simply love to talk.
2) Do you like telling a story with words or pictures?
Hard to say, but I am partial to words. They say that "a picture is worth a thousand words" but I say that ten thousand words worth of writing can say way more than a picture, wouldn't you agree? I was actually quite the painter when I was a child, but as I aged and my imaginations stopped running wild, I'm finding it more and more easy to write and harder and harder to paint. Which kind of make me think that in order to be a good artist, you kind of need to be a man-child. But I still draw weird things once in a blue moon or so though my skills aren't what they used to be so I always find ways to work words or dialogues in there and make it into a illustrated cartoon. For example, I drew a picture for my boyfriend a while ago and in the picture, there is a boy holding his eye balls in his hands and presenting them to a girl who is looking longingly into his empty eye sockets. And on the bottom of the picture, it was the phrase "I only have eyes for you". Cheesy eh?
3) What is the meaning of life?
Wow,what a loaded question. But I'm going to have to say, cats. Because my life revolves around my cats. Everyday, I'm thinking about them and worrying about them. I'm sure when I'm laying on my death bed I'll still be thinking about whether they've been fed or if their litter had been cleaned. And yes, I do believe my cats will outlive me.
Wow,what a loaded question. But I'm going to have to say, cats. Because my life revolves around my cats. Everyday, I'm thinking about them and worrying about them. I'm sure when I'm laying on my death bed I'll still be thinking about whether they've been fed or if their litter had been cleaned. And yes, I do believe my cats will outlive me.
4) Cheese + Banana = ?
Earth-shatteringly catastrophic
5) Halloweenies. Discuss this word.
The word itself is very boring. Double "L" signifies denotes "loser"/"loner" and the double "E" are just annoying because it can remind one of the sound of mosquitoes. However, if you were to dissect this word semantically then it becomes something much more interesting. Because it could mean a variety of things. For example, a Halloweenie could very well be a beauty pageant for "unorthodox looking" children. They will judged based on how naturally frightening they are. It could also be a new subculture popular amongst tweens wherein a "halloweenie" is a person who enjoys wearing dark make-up and dark clothes because they want to dress how their souls feel. However, at the same time these folks also enjoy conglomerate and substance-less things like the Twilight movies (but not the books because they don't enjoy reading), hanging out at McDonalds and music by bands such as Mariana's Trench, Hedley and Three Days Grace. So I guess, the meaning isn't much better than the word itself.
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