Showing posts with label descent into domesticity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label descent into domesticity. Show all posts

29 September 2011

the truth is i never really left you.

oh, harro.

the chill mornings and waning sunlight tell me summer's end is near. fall is my favorite time of year, stirring some remnants of sentimentality together with hardened expectations for the impending colder (see: isolated) months ahead. dear reader, i have (re)learned many things these last few months; i hope you have also delved into thought, experience, people-- life.

so here's how i spent my summer...

deciding what to do with my bangs and expanding my accessories collection.









rediscovering my past in the recesses of my old bedroom at my parents' house.



my first sunglasses purchased at express!









confirming my problems are not diagnosable by a lab.





my first commercial aired. (3 more in the works.)




immersing myself in new worlds and drama.
like gossip girl



and nat geo documentaries



and glee



and-- big applause, please-- modern family




descending further into domestic life-- and conceding it's really not that terrible.















rediscovering past favorites that fit the present perfectly.







defending my patio from terrorists.
















logging miles on a different set of tires.









getting away for a while.

















































for more pictures, see amy's blog too.






never reaching an answer but i'm really ok with that.







and life continues.

25 April 2011

compost

this weekend,

I made a new friend, my mini pillow pet Elmer, that Amy bought for me.









I dressed up in my new cheetah print tutu (thanks, Kim!) and danced around my apartment.








this was my graceful pose but I look like Mr.Roboto-Fail. so here's another one (and so you can see the peep toe on my Ed Hardy pumps).









I made a new door hanger decoration thing-- I created my own pattern and learned a lot in the process. like, I am not good enough yet to sew a bird....
















I vowed to stop crying everyday because it's really just pathetic.









I downloaded this new app that allows me to add text to my pictures. this means I can totally geek out and tumblr will love me for my Taylor Swift quotations.









I spent some time outdoors in the sunshine.








and looked out, with new appreciation, at my parents' backyard. my dad landscaped the acre lot with my mom's help (including setting up the sprinkler system and building the fence and scavenging new build sites for river rocks) and each year, the foliage and visiting animals and decorations grow more beautiful.























I suppose, however, that some things will never change.








I will always wish for you.

23 March 2011

the goods: furry companions

yesterday, I sprinkled some leftover popcorn on my balcony for the frolicking squirrels. what I didn't anticipate: abundant squirrel turds.




17 March 2011

the goods: French press coffee


the first time I drank coffee from a French press was at a small restaurant in Beverly Hills, outdoors and relaxing. to this day, I have never tasted coffee so good.

I slept terribly last night-- I woke up several times, cried a little, and dreamed disturbing things. so today, I made an effort to appreciate the little things.

first on my list, delicious coffee.

for christmas, a pharmacist I miss dearly gave me a starbucks giftcard. I waited to use it towards an item instead of squandering it away on $4 drinks. a few days ago, I purchased a French press kit with my giftcard-- complete with a scoop, measuing cup, bamboo stir stick, timer, and cleaning spatula. I used my new kit for the first time this morning.

life goes on, readers.

13 March 2011

the goods: A to Z

i got this idea from an english girl i follow on tumblr.  here's a favorite item starting with each letter of the alphabet. maybe you'll learn something new about me. maybe you'll think about what your list would look like. maybe we have favorites together and can share.

a is for applesauce
especially my mom's.


b is for basenji
these little critters can't bark.


c is for curly hair
maybe my 20's were good for something.


d is for dancing alone
doesn't rihanna look gorgeous?


e is for eric northman
exchanging bodily fluids never sounded so good.


f is for fabric
my collection grows.



g is for gossip girl
call me cheesy, but i love chuck bass.
h is for hello kitty
i wouldn't be a good asian if i didn't love her.


i is for indian food
the mix of flavors, scents, and textures is amazing.


j is for jelly beans
starburst jb's are tops.


k is for kitty
how can you resist a snuggle?


l is for late night happy hours
discounted apps and drinks with friends.


m is for mirrors
paris hilton taught me to never pass one up.





n is for nail polish
it's like makeup for your nails.


o is for owls
wise and flighty.


p is for pilot precise v5 rolling ball pens
can't write effectively without one.

q is for quincy
little green lizard from foxtrot is so stinkin' cute.


r is for fresh rain on pavement
shiny, smelly, and makes me want to dance.


s is for soup
i would eat it every day for the rest of my life.


t is for taylor trifecta
swift, momsen, and lautner. sigh.






u is for undies
especially pretty ones like gilly hicks.


v is for venus razors
over a decade of shaving with minimal (albiet, traumatic at times) knicks.


w is for watermelon gum
"candy" fix and stress reliever in one.


x is for xylitol
ok, a bit of a stretch, but it does taste pretty natural.


y is for yimmys yayo
because he's the man.


z is for zebra prints
black, white, simple, and visually exciting.