Thursday, November 20, 2008

shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars

Since the accident, I've spent most of my time trying to finish the 800-page biography of John Lennon written by Philip Norman. It's no secret that I have a soft spot for The Beatles, especially John Lennon. As much as I question whether or not John was an Asiaphile and if Yoko is crazy/was responsible for breaking up the greatest band of the 20th century, there's no denying John & Yoko's power as lasting fashion icons.

Fedoras, large rimmed glasses, long dresses in neutral colors, fur, and headbands are all items that are currently in hot demand. But in addition to their sartorial wisdom, they also had a few messages that seem strangely pertinent to today:

Imagine all the people,
Living life in peace..
You may say that I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
and the world will live as one.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

it's so hard to say goodbye to my homie

She was there for me through thick and thin. In a moment of crisis, I could depend on her to take me as far away as possible. We endured a speeding ticket, a red light ticket, and an illegal U-turn. We traveled through the highways of five states, and each time she got me to my destination safely and on time. This was just one trip too many.


Now I'm left with nothing but old cards
and a bunch of pictures on the wall
R-I-P tattoos nigga, just to show you that we real
But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed
"Goodbye to My Homies" Master P

Still on Vicodin. Regular programming to resume later this week.

Monday, November 10, 2008

a night in england

Fifi and I had a craving for fish and chips over the weekend, so we went over to this restaurant near the airport called Manchester Arms. I got lost so many times on the way there. I actually got tempted to turn around and go back home. But I'm glad I didn't because the fish and chips were TO DIE FOR. The batter was perfect, and the fish literally melted in my mouth.

We actually started with the calamari. I washed it down with glasses of Stella. They had a lot of ales on the menu, as well as a few of their own touches like mixtures of Guinness and ale. I'm not too keen on mixing my beers. (Plus, it gets you drunk faster.)

We also ran into our old nemesis, Brown Sauce. Can anyone please tell us why it's called Brown Sauce? We think that it tastes like a mixture of BBQ sauce and ketchup, so it should be called Ketch-B-Q. It sounds catchier than just "Brown Sauce."

Afterwards, we went to this place that was a bar/cafe/ice cream parlor all in one. Talk about multi-tasking. They had one of the fake fireplaces. Those things should also emanate heat, otherwise it's pointless, isn't it? The bar looked like something the crew from Fresh would hang out in after a hard day's work flying the European skies.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

When I was little, I used to tell people that I wanted to be either a ballerina or the president of the United States when I grew up. As I got older, I discarded both dreams - one because I couldn't dance ballet and the other because I knew that I would never be able to run this country as a double minority. Maybe it hasn't changed today for me, but I know it has for my posterity.

"Rosa sat so Martin could walk. Martin walked so Obama could run. Obama is running so our children can fly." - heard on WNYC.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

michael jackson was #1 when obama graduated high school

When these pants arrived two weeks ago, I knew I was in love. I ordered these from Mary Meyer, when I wasn't able to nab the black wool Sahara pant from Oak NYC. Unfortunately, she didn't have any more of them in wool, but she was recutting them in cotton. I'm not a fan of jersey cotton at all, mostly because they remind me of leggings. And I'm a firm believer in the fact that: LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS.

Fortunately, I didn't have that problem with these pants, and I've grown to adore the jersey fabric since it makes the world seem so much more comfortable. If you're itching to get your hands on a pair of drop crotch pants, then I would recommend these. Just drop an email to

P.S. Don't forget to vote!!!

T-shirt. H&M. vest. Miss Selfridge. pants. Mary Meyer. shoes. Nine West.