V for Valentine

I think it all started when some oddness struck me and made me purchase a can of Red Bull. First of all, I NEVER drank Red Bulls, it totally smell like funky carbonated urine and by adding vodka to it does not make it any classier. My boy Manny loves his Red Bull and I always refer to his choice of drink as "crack in a can". My instinct tells me something is not right, I just felt kinda out of place, ya know? Well it was V-day, after all. The remarkable day that's over-hyped with superficial flower-giving candy-eating all proceed to planned fucking. Anyhow, I decided to celebrate this free day with solo trumping in couple-infested Chinatown. It must be the Red Bull, or the MSG in the Chinese dinner, which lead to I got together with Alex and made some bad decisions. We went to "Heaven", a vibrant gay club full of hip cutesy gay boys and girls. Everything was peaches 'n creams, dancing our faces off in the backdrop of obnoxiously lousy house music. Fast forward to 2AM, when it's time to get my bag at the coat check and ready to bounce, I realized my ticket was missing. Fucks sake, they refuse to get me my bag without a ticket so I paced around with my drinks. I'm pretty certain the thief exists among many friendly hugs I've received. Bad luck happens, I can't get too upset about that. Long story short, at the end of the night I had to make a police report for a lost phone, credit card, ID card and subway pass. Luckily I had enough money on me to take the bus home....at 5AM. And luckily London is a very safe city so I had little worry about being raped or robbed. So I guess the moral of the story is, listen to your gut instinct and do not go out crowd-surfing just because you are feeling a little down. If I just took the time to ask myself if that's really what I need. If you just allow some time, things could be pretty okay the way they are, ya know? No need to go out trying to seek comfort, 'cause it ain't there.

P.S. Red Bulls = Filth water. Stay away from it for your own good. x.

When You Are Having Fun - Part I

I have a lesbian crush on Uma.

Hello friends~ Time flies when you're having fun. Or that's my excuse for putting off my blog for a week. Damn! I really should get my shit together and get down to keeping up with my new years resolution. Things like have more patience, keep a blog, and stay cool off of any relationship drama. But sometimes it's hard, you know？ Besides I'm getting swamped with school work, let's see, 2 presentations and an 1300 word essay due next week, fahhk. Anyhow, work won't stop me from having a kick-ass good time.

• Lately I have been in a frenzy for leopard prints... Omg leopard everything.  So fitting I'm happening to be in the mood for being silly and wild!!

• I'm back in touch with my MMORPG frenzy. My computer is turning into a level-up junkie and I kinda like it. 

• I met another Chinese person, finally!! This is sounding as corny as it is, but I am souped because I finally get to speak mandarin and it feels aiiiiiight. On top of that, I befriended a few cool cats from Frence who not only speak Chinese, but guarantee to put on a fresh dormitory DJ set any days of the week. 

• Chinese New Year...ahh kinda miss my China now. When I was a kid, it was a ritual to make dumplings and watch fireworks on the New Years Eve... Grandpa would mix the dough, but always leave an extra chunk out of the batch so that I can turn them into dorky little toys, ducklings, pokemons, medallions, faces... And we steam them and eat them with vengeance. Damn I miss those days. I love you and miss you grandpa... xx.R.I.P.xx 

• Over the weekend I discovered that Oxford is a lovely town. We managed to sneak in the botanical garden and the backyard of the Oxford University, the whole experience was really a visual treat. While we stroll around the beautiful town I secretly wished I could live and get my learn on in their wonderland-looking castles...

• The "Black Swan" blew my mind! How did she managed to surpass her dope performance in "V for Vendetta" I don't know, but Natalie is a queen bitch and she RULES. She definitely did outshine Uma (shut up，Christopher) and crowned as my #1 favorite actress.

• ...And speaking of the dope stuff, I went to a exhibition which showcased origins of drugs and the art and history of drugs: the "High Society". I was especially inspired by artworks of Alex Grey. His style is truly vibrant and iconic. You can check out his ridiculous paintings here. 

• The Sunday Upmarket is a graffiti covered uberville for vintage stores, street art, ethnic food, lively hipsters-everywhere crowd-surfing and people-watching-galore. Ethiopian vegetarian rice dish was yum! A camera man asked to photograph my shoes for his fashion blog. I felt his polite gesture was flattering but borderline creepy at the same time.  

• Funny Business - Guy took me to a real smash night of British stand-up comedy. Surprisingly I actually laughed really hard at their jokes. I will write more about it in Part II, sorry so tired. *Yawn~ Gonna catch the train in the morning and I haven't even finished packing. Story of my life.

I plan on skip school tomorrow for Scotland. So worth it. x.

On a Brighter Note....

robo-rainbow from mudlevel on Vimeo.

What I loved about this video: his precision, coordination using basic tools and gadgets to create a work of simplicity and style. Bravo. x.

Shit Gets RAW

Look up the sky and see the stars, ponder on the wonders of many universes and realize how truly insignificant and petty our "problems" are. Hell, you don't even have to look up, just think of what the Egyptians are going through right now. My heart goes out to all the innocent people roughing it out there. Peep this raw video footage and count your blessings boys and girls:

Tenacious Tuesday

Saturday Updates by Guest Blogger Jan-Ellen

[My friend Jan dropping clues about life in London.  Excerpt taken from her letter to friends.]
Clothes/Style: If you can't clash a. colors b. patterns c. decades, resort to d. all shades of black. And you can't be jealous when the dude next to you has a nicer purse than you do. (This is very true. I went grocery shopping yesterday at Marks & Spencer and I swear to holy mother of god, the guy behind me in line was carrying the latest Fendi purse. -FF)
Weather: No snow, just damp, chilly and still confused spits of rain to frizz everyone's hair, about mid 40's usually.  I have seen the sun 2 times for about 5 minutes time each since I've been here- just enough to prove it can reach England.
Public Transport: So orderly and efficient that it's hard to believe it transports so many people every second of the day from 6am-12am.  It's always deathly quiet, in the actual cars and filing from one section of the underground to the other.  The network of the tubes are amazing and you can walk miles and miles underground to get to different platforms. Getting on the tube in rush hour (especially the central line) is a mosh pit to see who can fit on the tube first, how many coats, limbs and scarves can get stuck in the doors and how close you can get your butt to the total stranger's groin next to you.  It's always nice to count black heads on people's noses, the number of hairs coming out of the moles on their face, if they shave their fingers, if the girl across from you is right handed or left handed by the way she draws her eyeliner, what's in that woman's purse over there... etc.
Bars/Pubs/Clubs: Any one with more of a booty than Twiggy's is guaranteed an increasing number of ass-grabs the more the night progresses.  Clever comments of approval as one walks like "Yeah" are common, with a British accent for added charm. Heels are not for walking, but for stabbing.

Language: Keen observation from Swiss Mauro that London is the worst place to learn English because no one here speaks English. There's some good movies on YouTube and other sites to watch about Cockney slang and London gang slang that are really interesting and completely don't make sense.
Dorm life:American kids can't find the flushing handle on the toilet, speak quietly, change toilet paper rolls, turn off stove burners, boil water, cook scrambled eggs, see crumbs, tell time or wash dishes. I'm almost impressed that some of these kids made it out of their front yards. (Shout out to Leslie and Joe Ray) I had a mandatory check-up meeting with the really cool Arcadia (my university) advisor from home, but has lived here for the past 5 years.  I suggested instead of extensive orientation about how not to be retarded (i.e."don't take unmarked minicabs and don't get raped- you too gentlemen"), they should instead look into a seminar about "yo' momma don't live here".





FF: I suggest they should make it a lifelong habit of look in the mirror every morning and ask themselves this question: How can I be less stupid today?


Don't talk about it, be about it. x.

Prada Spring/Summer 2011 Video Campaign

Prada kicked off its 2011 Spring Collection with this video showcasing perfect blend of fun, sexy, whimsical, glam, flirtatious... The song by Ratatat is pretty dope, too.

So fresh so clean... x.

My Culture Quick Fix - Best of the Web #1

Hello friends. So often I stumble upon an awesome website, and almost immediately I have the urge to share it with others like a newly discovered pub where everyone can hang out. Here I decide to compile some links and sites which consist of things that are interesting and inspiring.  Because it's not easy for hidden gems to survive amongst vast filthy mass that we call the Internet, remember sharing is caring so please puff puff pass.  So shut the hell up and enjoy. x.

[Music]

A friend by the name of Scottie takes pride in drive around without a car stereo, which ironically drives me to the fucking wall.  If you are like me, you can't live without music, period.  I can't comprehend how the auditory stimulation such as symphony of sounds can possibly be unappreciated. It's like what the fuck? Why not take a break from talking and just enjoy a moment of silence in your head? Let the music do the talking.

When Insomia Attacks

Day nap will snatch your life----> I came home from school today and passed out, not knowing time passed and now at 3AM I'm totally awake.  What to do when you just can't sleep? (Cocktail is not an option, FYI you dirty minds)

Blog - Of course.

Rock out - Listen to mixtapes from one of my favorite blog: http://www.thedailystreet.co.uk/mixtapes/

Giggle - Read other people's funny blogs such as "Best of Craigslist". So fun and trashy, I know!!

Window shopping - Bid on a million things I don't need on eBay.  Like a funky piece of 1970's vintage blanket cape from Mexico.

Say wsup - Chinwag with ol'mate in the USA. a.k.a. Mr. Jone. Wsup baby?

Make noodles - 'num 'num.

Stretch - Get naked in front a mirror and do some yoga poses.

If still awake... Stare at the London Eye outside the window until it's sleepy time.

NOT going on Facebook - Srsly, that place is boring me to tears.

mmmmmmmmm............. more to come.   x.

Letter to Ma

I asked my mom if she can mail me some of my shoes. She replied this picture and said "U pick". Lol!

感觉这两天暖和起来了... 伦敦总是下雨, 街上人的衣服鞋子都耐潮. 其实只要不淋湿了就不冷, 我看欧洲人穿的都比较轻薄, 料子好可能比较耐寒, 但是没有美国人大冷天穿拖鞋短裤那么猛. 开学了头一节课专修1830到1900年伦敦的维多利亚时代. 这边上课都分成两半: 头一个小时是lecture, 就是学生听老师讲, 不许说话也不能打断老师， 这边的老师还是比较严肃的. 后两个小时是seminar, 有趣的是上这一半的是另一个老师, 她带我们去逛街, 然后讲解各个名胜建筑和老街. 然后老师给开了一个书单, 里面说这门课你必须读的三本书, 加上应该读的七八本书, 还有推荐的三四十本书如果有人玩命的话也可以看看. 班上的学生来自世界各地, 除了美国和欧洲各国也有澳大利亚和英国本地的, 但就我一个亚洲人, 估计亚洲孩子对历史不来电吧... 放学后我去图书馆借书, 发现英国的系统真的很独立, 图书管理员只负责管理, 要什么书和资料你得自己找, 不 像在Bryant都给你伺候得服服帖帖的. 从学校走路去唐人街大概四十分钟吧, 我买了好多方便面, 还买了包子, 然后坐地铁回家. 挺高兴的. 我现在正一边吃着面呢, 从厨房的窗口望外, 伦敦的摩天轮看得清清楚楚, 天亮一点还能望见大笨钟和议会楼.  摩天轮的脚下就是Thames River, 桥上走过感觉好像长沙的湘江大桥. 妈, 你应该有机会来这里散散心, 我帮你带路......

ARYZ + GRITO = ?

A Note to Self

M.I.A is a fearless lady beast.

Ｗｅｌｌ　Ｉ'ｖｅ　ｌｉｖｅｄ　27　ｙｅａｒｓ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｗｏｒｌｄ　ａｎｄ　ｗｅｎｔ　ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ　ｍｙ　ｕｐｓ　ａｎｄ　ｄｏｗｎｓ　ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈｏｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｙｅａｒｓ.　Ｎｏｗ,　Ｉ'ｍ　ｎｏｔ　ｇｏｉｎｇ　ｔｏ　ｓｉｔ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｒａｈ　ｒａｈ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ｍｙ　ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ　ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　A)　Ｉｔ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｔａｋｅ　ｕｐ　ａｔ　ｌｅａｓｔ　ａ　ｗｈｏｌｅ　ｗｅｅｋ;　ａｎｄ　B)　Ｓｏｍｅ　ｔｈｉｎｇｓ　ａｒｅ　ｂｅｓｔ　ｌｅｆｔ　ｕｎｓａｉｄ (but you can purchase a copy of my memoir and read it at your own risk)　Ｉ　ｗａｎｔ　ｔｏ　ｇａｔｈｅｒ　ｍｙ　ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ　ａｎｄ　ｏｒｇａｎｉｓｅ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｂｌｏｃｋｓ　ｏｆ　ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ,　ｃｏｍｂｉｎｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｃｏｍｍｏｎ　ｗｉｓｄｏｍ　ａｎｄ　ｐｕｔ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｉｎｔｏ　ｗｏｒｄｓ　ｔｈａｔ　ｍａｋｅ　ｍｏｓｔ　ｓｅｎｓｅｓ.　　Ｍｙ　ｈｏｐｅ　ｉｓ　ｔｏ　ｋｎｏｃｋ　ｓｏｍｅ　ｓｅｎｓｅｓ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｆ　ｙｏｕ　ｋｎｕｃｋｌｅｈｅａｄｓ hopefully ｍａｋｅ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｌｉｆｅ　ｅａｓｉｅｒ, e.g., ａｖｏｉｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｉｓｔａｋｅｓ　Ｉ'ｖｅ　ｍａｄｅ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｐａｓｔ　ａｎｄ　ｂｌａｈ　ｂｌａｈ　ｂｌａｈ....

Visually express yourself－　Ｔａｋｉｎｇ　ａ　ｗａｌｋ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｎａｎｃｉａｌ　ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ　ｏｆ　Ｌｏｎｄｏｎ　ｉｓ　ｌｉｋｅ　ａ　ｔｒｉｐ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｎａｎｃｉａｌ　ｃｒｉｓｉｓ.　Ｓｏｍｅ　９５％　ｏｆ　ｐｅｏｐｌｅ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｉｎ　ａｌｌ　ｂｌａｃｋ　ｔｙｐｉｃａｌ　Ｗａｌｌ　Ｓｔｒｅｅｔ　ａｐｐｅａｌｓ,　ｉｔ　ｗａｓ　ｌｉｋｅ　ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓｌｙ　ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｄｅｐｒｅｓｓ. Ｓｕｒｅ,　ｔｈｅｙ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｉｍａｇｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｍａｉｎｔａｉｎ,　ｏｒ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ　ｓｔｙｌｉｓｔ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｏｎ　ｖａｃａｔｉｏｎ,　ａｌｌ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅｍ.　　Ｂｕｔ　ｗｈａｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｕｃｋ　ｉｓ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｅｘｃｕｓｅ　ｔｏ　ｄｒｅｓｓ　ｓｏ　ｂｏｒｉｎｇ?　Ｗｈｅｎ　ｗａｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｌａｓｔ　ｔｉｍｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｇｏｔ　ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ　ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ　ｆｅａｒｉｎｇ　ｏｔｈｅｒｓ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｃｒｉｔｉｃｉｚｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｆｏｒ　ｂｅｉｎｇ　ｔｏｏ　ｆａｔ／ｔｏｏ　ｓｋｉｎｎｙ／ｔｏｏ　ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ?　Ｂｅ　ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔａｂｌｅ　ｉｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｓｋｉｎ　ｈｏｎｅｙ,　ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｌｉｆｅ　ｉｓ　ｙｏｕｒｓ　ａｎｄ　ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｏｌｅ　ｐｒｏｐｒｉｅｔｏｒ　ｏｆ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｂｏｄｙ　ａｎｄ　ｎｏｂｏｄｙ　ｅｌｓｅ　ｃａｎ　ｔａｋｅ　ｔｈａｔ　ｆｒｅｅｄｏｍ　ａｗａｙ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｙｏｕ.　What do you mean that's too much color? Ｌｅｏｐａｒｄ　ｐｒｉｎｔ　ｓｔｏｃｋｉｎｇｓ?　Sure. Ｎｅｏｎ　ｇｒｅｅｎ　ｃｈｕｃｋｓ?　Okay. Ｍｉｘ　ｍａｔｃｈ　ｐｒｉｎｔｓ?　Go for it,　whatever you　fancy darling,　ｗｅａｒ　ａ　ｃａｒｄｂｏａｒｄ　ｂｏｘ　ａｎｄ　ｄｕｃｔ　ｔａｐｅ,　ａｓ　ｌｏｎｇ　ａｓ　ｙｏｕ　ｒｏｃｋ　ｉｔ!!　　Ｄｏｎ'ｔ　ｇｏ　ｇｅｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｓａｍｅ　ｐａｉｒ　ｏｆ　ＵＧＧｓ／ＮｏｒｔｈＦａｃｅ　ｆｌｅｅｃｅ／ｊｅｇｇｉｎｇｓ／ｃｏａｃｈ　ｂａｇｓ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　ａｌｌ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｇｒｏｕｐｉｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｗｅａｒｉｎｇ　ｉｔ.　Ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ　ｓａｙｓ　"Ｉ'ｍ　ａ　ｆｏｌｌｏｗｅｒ"　ａｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｕｎｉｆｉｅｄ　ｄｉｓｃｏｕｎｔ　ｄｅｓｉｇｎｅｒ　ｐｅｄｅｓｔｒａｉｎ　ｍａｓｓ－ｐｒｏｄｕｃｅｄ　ｌｏｏｋ.　Ｙａｗｎ～　Ｕｎｏｒｉｇｉｏｎａｌｉｔｙ　ｂｏｒｅｓ　ｍｅ　ｔｏ　ｔｅａｒｓ.　Ｙｏｕｒ　ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ　ｓｔｙｌｅ　ｉｓ　ｃｅｒｔａｉｎｌｙ　ａｎ　ｅｘｔｅｎｓｉｏｎ　ｔｏ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｔａｓｔｅ,　ｓｕｃｈ　ａｓ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｐｒｅｆｅｒｅｎｃｅ　ｉｎ　ａｒｔ,　ｆｏｏｄ,　ｗｏｒｄｓ　ｉｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｆｒｅｑｕｅｎｔ　ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ,　ｔｈｅｙ　ａｌｌ　ｒｅｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ　ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ｙｏｕ　ａｓ　ａｎ　ｉｎｄｉｖｉｄｕａｌ　－ｉｔ　ｉｓ　ｗｈａｔ　ｍａｋｅｓ　ｙｏｕ　ｕｎｉｑｕｅ.　Ｓｏ　ｇｏ　ａｈｅａｄ,　ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓ　ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ!　Ｅｘｐｅｒｉｍｅｎｔ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｃｈｕｎｋｙ　ｊｅｗｌｅｒｉｅｓ,　ａ　ｎｅｗ　ｓｈａｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｌｉｐｓｔｉｃｋ,　ｏｒ　ｐａｉｎｔ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｎａｉｌｓ　ｂｌｕｅ,　ｂｒｅａｋ　ｕｐ　ｔｈｅ　ｂｏｒｅｄｏｍ　ａｎｄ　ｂｒｅａｋ　ａｌｌ　ｔｈｅ　ｒｕｌｅｓ.　Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ,　ｗｅａｒ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ,　ｄｏｎ'ｔ　ｌｅｔ　'ｅｍ　ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ　ｗｅａｒ　ｙｏｕ.　

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People's Republic of Brainiacs

Big shout out to my girl Rindy who got her letter of acceptance from University of Oxford. Congratulations, hoe! - Hey, I'm not tryna get all mushy and corny on you, but I'm wicked excited for your ass... Just remember, I'm there with you for every steps you take. Even the drunk 'n stumbling ones, you can't count those out 'cause who's gonna hold your hair when your head is in the toilet bowl?  Whaaaaaaat anyhow, you are an inspiration to me more than you already know, count on that. Now the rest of you, stop wasting your life on shit like 'Jersey Shore' or any other trashy reality shows. You're getting dumber by the minute as you're watching it.  For the love of coca puffs turn off your TV and go read a book. Do something creative and productive, stop staring at other people's lives, (they're fake anyways HELLOOOOooo) "The real you is much more interesting than the fake somebody else."

Sky is the limit. x.

I'm watching you. Yes you.

Saturday Random Rant Rants

Oy mates. Saturday is usually my recover day, and by recover I mean giving a rest to a hard night of social rioting.  However, the mind must overcompensate for the lack of body movement, so let me spill a little sum sum pearls of wisdom.  

Drink Water - Lots of it.  Because nothing else cures hangover, not even dear god.

Party Up - Because life is short and you only live once. Enjoy it while you can! Go easy on the party flavors though. 

Epic Fail - What's up with people on the subway mixing sneakers with business suits? I understand you are running late for the tube, but for fuck's sake it looks ridiculous.  Srsly, if you were THAT gung-ho about fitness then you can ride a bicycle or jog your way to office on the daily. Don't even get me started on all the Crocs strolling up 'n down the streets. (Yeah, we know who you are, Crockers)  Stop being a cheapo and invest in a good pair of dressy shoes.  Don't you like to have sex?  Hmm? 

Smoked Salmon w/ Cream Cheese on a Toasted Poppy Seed  Bagel - It's the future, yo. Get on it. 

Belfast sayyyyyyy WHAT?!

It's OFFICIAL: We're going to Northern Ireland for St. Patty's Day.  F.c.u.k. WHAAAAAAA?!

London is Love

Hello friends. I'm writing as I'm sitting in my 7th floor dorm room, the International House, looking over Thames River accompanied by quiet sparkles of street lights of North Lambert. London has been kind to me. Today I'm happy, free, broke but feeling like a million bucks. Here I've found yummy street food, fabulous vintage fashion and indie rockers in local pubs. I chuckle at the idea of myself as a runaway bride, rebel against an arranged marriage to the social norms. I feel like a kid running around in a gigantic toy extravaganza factory... Everyday is a different adventure and I honestly don't know what to expect... Just love the feeling of being alive, it's happening right here right now!!

PS, Today marks the day of break-up. My love-hate relationship with cigarettes has come to an end. Damn you cigs!! I quit. C'est fini. Oh yeah it's official.