rereading old books is so calming.

"You don't have to be here," she told him. "I'm safe. You said so. Go. Get away before they get their hooks in you."

Shaking his head, he stood, letting go of her hand.

"No, Sonea. You need someone familiar around. Someone you can trust. I won't leave you alone with them."

"But you can't become Faren's slave just so I have a friend to talk to. Go back to Harrin and Donia. I'm sure Faren will let you visit now and then."

He paced to the door, then turned to face her.

"I want to do this, Sonea." His eyes were bright.

- Ceryni and Sonea, The Magician's Guild by Trudi Canavan

hail mary, full of grace, thou art beautiful carved on a ring.

wawaweewa. by mm-megan featuring Gucci bags

My favourite item from this set is the ring. I've found a bigger, zoomed in image of it below.


It's called the Milagrosa ring (in gold and Pacific opal) from a brand called Virgins, Saints & Angels. For those of you who don't know of them (I didn't know of them until ten minutes ago either), they use original Vatican medallions and reconstruct them into crazy pieces of jewellery as seen above. Their other stuff is nice, but their rings are amazing.

But I'm incredibly biased because I love rings in general, so don't take my word as gold. You can check their stuff out here.

one of the best scenes in the entire world.

TOM
It's these greeting cards, Sir,
these cards, these movies, these
pop songs. They're responsible for
all the lies, the heartache,
everything! We're responsible!

[Everyone shifts in their seats.]

TOM
I think we do a bad thing here.
People should be able to say how
they feel, how they really feel,
without some strangers putting
words in their mouths. The truth. A
card is a nice thought but it
shouldn't do the dirty work for
you. You love someone, tell them
yourself, in your own words. Maybe
it's not love at all. Maybe there's
no such thing as love. Maybe
it's... "galoogoo."
(PAUSE)
Yeah I made it up, so what?!

[Tom gets up and walks to the door.]

TOM
It's all crap. We make and peddle
crap. And sometimes people believe
in this crap. I just can't do it
anymore, Mr. Vance. There's enough
bullshit in the world without my
help. I quit.

claudia schiffer, you bitch.

I loved 500 Days of Summer.

It wasn't intensely experimental or abstract, which is what I was expecting from reviews I'd seen previously, and I loved that it wasn't a love story- it was a recovery. I don't think there are enough movies out there that are as poignant as it, and I doubt there are any others out there that have a soundtrack as beastly. [The Temper Trap, WHAT UP?!]

Anyways, I digress. This post mainly revolves around me satiating my hormonal teenage lust in regards to Joseph Gordon Levitt- one of the sexiest men to roam the earth. I found a vintage GQ photoshoot spread from 2008 that featured him and supermodel Claudia Schiffer, and shazaaam, what I wouldn't give to be that woman.

give me a second go.

Lights is the best canadian to come out of Canada, other than my vertically challenged friend Esme. She's a singer/songwriter who's been around for a few years or so, rocking out her amazing piano hybrid instrument thing, which is apparently called a keytar. Here's a photo of her with this crazy piece of machinery:


It's kind of pissing me off that people are saying she's a rip-off of Owl City because technically, she came first and they're both great artists in their own right. The other thing is that they're both synthpop artists, and since its a genre only the most badass have the guts to explore, it's only obvious that they'd use similar instruments and therefore have similar sounding songs (duh). It's like saying that all of Ke$ha and Katy Perry's songs sound the same- they both belong to the same genre, so of course they sound similar.

Anyways, this was not intended to be a criticise-the-criticisers-of-the-godliest-musicians-on-earth-rant. I actually wanted to spazz about Lights' crazy new video for her song 'Second Go' that looks like buckets full of fun. Fingers crossed that it gets the recognition it deserves and bumps someone less deserving off the charts. =)

made me lollerskate as an asthmatic.

i want those shoes.

this could be good, this could be better than that. by mm-megan featuring TopShop

Casey: (handing Chuck a rose) Aren't you forgetting something, Romeo?

Chuck: Oh-hoh, of course. Let me guess, this is equipped with some kind of microscopic, infrared tracking device that determines...her mother's communist affiliations?

Casey: No, idiot, it's so you can get laid.

- Chuck, Season 2

vivienne westwood, fall 2010.

Vivienne Westwood is one of my favourite designers (blame Nana's amazing armour ring for that) and I love her wacky, punk aesthetic. Her collection for fall 2010 consisted of crazy, colourful prints, draping and layering. She toyed with gender-bending, the models were made up to look like quite masculine and the words 'Prince Charming' were printed on various pieces of clothing.

chasing the moment.

I have a theory that in everyone's life, they have defining Steven Spielberg movie moments where E.T. flies across the moon, fireworks blast off and everyone breaks out into spontaneous song and dance.

I came across this theory the moment I heard those five-blasé words part from the ear of one of my first customer's mouth. The tone had a slightly deeper intonation, but it still rang in my ear familiarly, and when I finally looked up at the now infamous table thirteen, I had to mentally lock my jaw to keep it from falling out of socket.

- Amor Tutti Fa Uguali, Annie Christ

relationship musing- because it had to happen sometime.

I'm not going to lie, my love life hasn't exactly been amazing as of late.

I was standing on an escalator with a good friend of mine after a rough day and as we looked up along it, there was a couple being couple-y. Being exam-stressed, hormonal teenage girls, we basically said what hundreds of other girls say at some point in their lives:

Damn it, I wish I had a boyfriend.

After I split up from my friend, I thought about this for a while.

There are lots of people who want a boyfriend/girlfriend for the sake of having one. I've come to the conclusion that this is because they don't actually like someone, but because they want happiness.

Everybody wants to be happy. Nobody really knows how to become happy- there's no magical recipe or instruction pamphlet. But what we do have are stacks and stacks of romance movies and novels, which show us two characters whose love brings them joy and they live happily ever after (usually).

This is why when we're younger and our perspectives are so much narrower, its easy to come to naive conclusions when we're exposed to movies/books like Twilight on a daily basis. We're easily influenced and we lose sight of the happiness we're pursuing because joy and boyfriend become interchangeable.

I'm not saying that having a boyfriend/girlfriend is a horrible thing, I'm saying that we shouldn't assume that simply having one will bring us happiness. We shouldn't be so dependent on other people to bring us happiness, because as one of my favourite characters has said, "My happiness depends on no one else but me."

If you find someone you love, then by all means, go ahead and date each other. There's nothing wrong with that, but if what I've been saying resounds somewhere within you:

-there are other routes to happiness. We just need to stop being lazy and find them.

i'm sure peter parker started out the same way.

gives me hope.

The site givesmehope.com (GMH) has become my new addiction and the stories there have been making me cry. I'm posting up some of my favourites.

Today I found out about a 10-year-old boy who has been harrassed by his classmates because he refuses to say the Pledge of Allegiance. Why? He says that until gays and lesbians have equal rights, there isn't really "liberty and justice for all". Kids with the courage to stand up for their fellow human beings GMH.


To the girl at the gym who said she wouldn't get a prom date because she was too "fat":

My friends and I were lifting weights nearby to try to impress you. Don't ever think that all guys see is your weight. We thought you were gorgeous.

The fact that you will realize that one day GMH.


I am a third grade teacher.

Most kids come in with notes or messages written by their mothers in their lunch sacks.

One little girl's dad left, and her mother abuses drugs. But her 12 year old brother never fails to write "I love you" on her brown paper bag.

He GMH.


I was reading about a little kid whose mom told him the key to life was happiness. When he was in school the teacher asked them to write down what they wanted to be when they grew up. He said happy. They said he didn't understand the assignment. He said they didn't understand life. My generation GMH

I recently rung up a young boy and his mother. When he saw me at the register, wearing a hijab, he grinned broadly at me. As they were walking away afterwards, he tugged on his mom's sleeve and said,

"Did you see her, ma? She's gorgeous! I bet that's why she's all covered up."

He GMH.

and they came BOUNDING OVER.

This man has earned himself a reputation as 'psychotic dog man'. Ultra Tune also hired him to
play a part in one of their advertisements. Watch the video that started it all and you'll see why.



And he's got his own remix too:

i'd feel the same if it was my NDS.

rain in wanchai.

I love it when the thunder roars overhead and people salubriously cluster under whatever shelter they can find, when the thrill of running in the rain makes you scorn their petty fear and your shoes fill with rainwater as you race on.

I ran all the way to the bus stop and fully expected an insanely long line to be waiting there. Strangely enough, when it came, it was completely empty. Sitting on the bottom floor of that bus, watching the rain peter down over the city, was the most calming experience I've had in a long time.

"Apologizing - a very desperate habit - one that is rarely cured. Apology is only egotism wrong side out." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

I've never been comfortable with apologising or being apologised to about anything weightier than, "I'm sorry I'm late."

This is partially due to the fact that I've been raised in a household where one of my role models clings desperately to pride because they struggled through years of prejudice and stereotyping to build up a reputation. Apologising means accepting the blame for something you did wrong, which means sacrificing your pride. Once I finally understood this, I began to understand why this blames everyone around them before themselves, rather than admit their own fault and apologise.

The other, more important reason why I don't like apologies in general is a theory I've come up with myself.

According to the Random House Dictionary, an apology is defined as a written or spoken expression of one's regret, remorse, or sorrow for having insulted, failed, injured, or wronged another.

I'd like to build on this definition.

Apologies are selfish.

Apologies stem from the build up of our guilt for something we have done to another person. This guilt feeds like a parasite our conscience until eventually, we crack and decide to apologise. Whenever we apologise to someone, we expect forgiveness because it's conventional. Apologies and forgiveness are like questions and answers- it's only polite and politically correct to provide the latter in response to the first.

I know what I've just stated is probably information you well-informed, intelligent people out there are already aware of, but I'm hoping you haven't noticed the flaw in this process. If you have, then that renders this blog post irrelevant and you've wasted precious few seconds of your life reading this.

When we apologise, the first thing on our mind is not the alleviation of someone else's pain. The first thing on our mind is our own selfish need to feel like a good person, because knowing that we have hurt someone else makes us feel like monsters.

We want to get rid of our own regret, our own remorse, our own sorrow, so we achieve that by apologising. The actual act of apologising manages to lessen all of the negative emotions clawing at our insides like talons, but it is the conventional, expected "I forgive you" that exorcises our personal demons.

We all feel relieved when we are forgiven. This makes no sense because:

a) We have not helped the situation. The other person might feel better, but they still need to deal with the emotional/physical consequences of our actions.

b) Being forgiven does not erase what we have done in the past, which is what we subconsciously believe. We should remember what we have done and the pain it brought other people, so that we make an effort to never do it again.

Forgiveness should not be necessary or expected. It is irrelevant, if we really apologise to make other people feel better.

I also believe this selfishness, this need to know we are good people, is part of human nature. I think it's ingrained into everyone.

I told my mum about this and she immediately raised the argument, "There are people out there that apologise sincerely for things that aren't their fault. For instance, people apologise to families who have recently lost someone."

However, this is again a product of human selfishness. When we someone else suffer, we feel guilty because our lives are so much better than theirs. This guilt again grows exponentially until we feel compelled to apologise to get rid of it, with the added bonus of feeling like sensitive, caring, worldly people.

Don't assume that I think apologies and human selfishness are wholly horrible things though. If we weren't selfish and felt the need to get rid of our guilt, then we wouldn't apologise. And despite my bleak outlook and judgment on our humanity, I think there's one undeniable truth:

Apologies don't erase wounds, but they do help them heal.

we've all got the capacity for angsty teen poetry.

I am aware that what I post next will firmly secure my position as a silly teenage girl, but attempting to break free of stereotypes and criticising them is so cliched. I've posted a scribbled, untitled poem below. I'm aware my creative writing style is kindofreallyyes abstract, but it means something to me so I don't see the need to adapt it.

A finger lingers

on a mouse button worn with the same blurred fingerprint
and a well-meaning computer screen attempts to
illuminate a face in starburst, only finding
failure.

Studies show that darkness contributes to depression;
which leads to self mutilation;
which leads to suicide;
(or so the online article states)
but she lets it stay because it's the only thing that
envelopes her in a blanket of
security
and the weighty knowledge that facades are no longer necessary.

(as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be-)

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Amedeo by M+M Scognamiglio, fall 2010

I didn't include this in my previous blog post because I thought it deserved one of its own. I've always had a penchant for vintage and shell-cameos have always been a secret lust of mine. That's why when I saw Amedeo by M+M Scognamiglio's pieces in a list of fall 2010 accessories, my heart did backflips.

Some of his newest pieces are included below:

fall 2010 accessories.

I may be a little slow on the uptake, but I recently saw a list of accessories designer showcases for fall 2010. Needless to say, my brain has melted into a pile of lustful goop.

VBH, swarovski studded black leather purse
Roger Vivier, golden leaf sequined felt bootie



Louis Vuitton, lace detailed tortoise shell glasses
Herve Van Der Streeten earrings, silvered bronze


Herve Van Der Streeten, bronze statement necklace

Derek Lam, studded leather fringe bag


Aperlai detailed bootie

where the hell's my yu chi?

There's a video that's been floating around for a while here in HK about a woman who missed her flight at the airport.



And like any good comedy on youtube, it's spruned many spinoffs and adaptations:

some good old flashmobbing.

Humanity at its best. =) T-Mobile is pretty darned impressive.

you could plunder my temple anytime.

harrison ford, is dat chu? by mm-megan featuring Tory Burch bags

HOLY HEART FAILURE!

Nothing cheers you up like retro batman. Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb.

i don't touch you anyways.

so Urban Dictionary can be poignant.

'It all comes down to two things- fear and incompetence.'

Someone please tell me what we do now.

romping around.

Since I wore my own romper today and have an urge to appear creative, I made a set on polyvore.

[2/50] - Jack Sparrow by mm-megan featuring Alexander Wang bags

Dopo la partita, Re e Pedone vanno nella stessa scatola.

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.

- Italian proverb

longing for leggings

I practically live in leggings. I also spend an unhealthy amount of time on lookbook.nu.

The combination is a deadly one and it leads to moments like this:

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It's times like these when I wish my legs would magically shrink to a more respectable size, because I am longing for those leggings.

Funnily enough, those amazing leggings are from H&M. My guess is they're putting more money into market research or had a lucky one off, because those actually excite me in ways I never knew possible.