Sunday, December 11, 2011

I'm not passive aggressive

Okay, maybe I am a little, but you can't blame me. Blame the times; it's the way of our generation, the zeitgeist, l'air du temps. Blame the Internet -- now I can call you out on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Google+ and my twenty-plus blogs without ever writing your name thanks to this handy hashtag: #youknowwhoyouare. Like, totally, right? Or I can always fall back on the fact that I'm Asian, and if that's not good enough for you either, there's the classic excuse of my female birth. Passive aggressiveness is practically social survival.

I'm not self-absorbed either. And if I am, well, it isn't my fault. See, I chose to be in a line of work that sells little more than glorified personal opinions for $15 a pop. And I ended up there because I was born with a soft voice and people just assumed I had nothing to say (unless I resorted to yelling) because they had to work harder to hear me and I had no choice but to express my ignored sentiments turned to pent up judgments because there was no other way for people to listen to (not hear) me and I need people to listen to me because I was born the oldest and everyone knows the oldest always ends up with some kind of self-important, vainglorious neurosis. So, you see, it isn't my fault at all.

I'm not short-tempered, am I? Getting mad at you for choosing him over me isn't silly, is it? Well, if it is, I can tell you I'm probably going to be moody for the remainder of this week and possibly into the next because I'm on the rag. And I know it isn't an excuse, blah, blah, blah, but actually it is because did you know my hormones are raging inside of me and the imbalance is causing me to produce legions of little red armies all over my forehead not to mention I crave (and eat) like I'm pregnant? In fact, every time I read a period-related article in one of the six women's magazines I'm subscribed to (which averages out to one period story a month), I swear I have PMDD and should go see my gyno soon, but then I don't because I forget, and I also swear I have some sort of ADD because this spiel started out with why it isn't my fault that I'm short-tempered, and actually, it ends my argument nicely because I obviously can't remember that life is actually good and much worse things have happened, which makes me think that something silly like you choosing him over me is actually one of the worst things that ever could've happened.

And I'm not ruthless. Maybe you'll consider this online reality check ruthless, but I can tell you to blame yourself and my ex-boyfriends and frenemies because I've done the nice thing, and again and again you people take advantage of me and I swear to you I'm the victim in all of this and I know everyone says that but I'm telling you that's just how it is 'cause I didn't ask to be, and it's not like I've ever hurt anyone like that in my life. And sure, maybe I can be a little more empathetic to people, like when a girlfriend is going through heartache, but it's so hard for me to remember what that's like! Refer back to previous ADD mention.

Maybe I am all of these things, but I don't think I should have to change myself because well, that's just me. I'm not always sure how I ended up that way, but I did and that's who I am. And frankly, I just don't feel like it. And everyone knows the key to happiness is to be accepted as your true self, right? Isn't that what we're told? Just be yourself.

And maybe, I am a little passive aggressive.

Did you buy my excuses? Yeah, I don't buy yours either.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


This online retailer cracks me up.
Isabel Marant
Burberry Prorsum
Miu Miu, the darlings of the fall season (for a gajillion dollars less)

Isabel Marant

(photos stolen from

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Rhodes to Perdition

Nate: "So, you still love her."
Chuck: "I can't imagine the day I won't."

Gawd, last week's episode was pretty friggin good.

Friday, December 2, 2011


Some of the coolest styling (and the prettiest models) I've ever seen. (Except for the excessive use of Jeffrey Campbells. If I see another Lita bootie, I'm going to have a physical reaction.) Stylists take note: this is good business. Like, a pink furry jacket? Really? How often would I wear that thing? But the styling makes me think that pink fuzzy thing is the new key must-have addition to my closet. I'll be wearing it every single day! I need to have it, right? (The answer is no. No one needs a pink fur coat.) It's the perfect mix of Korean and American retail, as in not too fobby but definitely more exciting than, say, Zara.

(photos and clothes found at

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Dear Santa

Zara vest
Topshop blouse
lurex dress from Topshop
This is so cool. Too bad it's, like, $90 for a phone case.

Burberry Brit wool coat
(Christopher Bailey! Why do you do this to me every, single, time?!)
Chako clutch
(luuurve the shape -- very vintage Dior)
Pucci ankle-strap pumps
(and while we're on the subject of ankle straps, how about those Celine sandals I've been dying for?)
cross necklace from BCBG
(I actually like this one better than the original)
"Blessed" necklace from BCBG
Michael Kors Bradley watch
DITA aviators
And at the heart of all my wishful thinking, the Celine luggage tote. Or, you know, ANY Celine bag is fine with me. (Oh hay, Shu Pei!)

Christmas shopping is dangerous business. Like, how did I end up at ShopBop while shopping for my brothers. It's my version of YouTube! To be fair, I think I've figured out a good number of gifts for the loved ones on my list despite my, ahem, distractions. 

I can't believe it's December already.