The things you see …

I just thought I’d share two pictures with ya’ll.

Don’t you love/hate false advertising? This picture was taken in the new UWS Century 21. As you can see, it says Designer Scarves at the top. I was intrigued to see a Burberry Scarf with pom-poms on the edge. WRONG. I cracked up because the maker was actually some Chinese imitation brand. No surprise there.

Can I have some flied lice with that?

Yes, I went there. I wouldn’t normally bring up a racist joke like this, but this picture called for it. I took this picture at a Chinese supermarket downtown in Chinatown. I was walking around, trying to see if there was any other meat besides pork (there’s so much pork in Chinese supermarkets!) and I came across Beef France. Puzzled, I kept walking and saw Beef Frank Steak. I had never heard of either cuts of meat and was about to google it when I thought … “Nooooo, no way.” For all those times when people made fun of Chinese people and “flied lice”, I finally saw proof in front of me. It was flank steak.


Macaron Day NYC 2012

Tuesday, March 20th, was Macaron Day in NYC. It was first organized in 2010 by Francois Payard to coincide with the Jour du Macaron in Paris which was started by Pierre Hermé.

There were 21 participating stores in NYC, unfortunately Ladurée was not one of them. We set out early in the morning to tackle several locations uptown. Our goal was to get at least 12 stamps for our card to claim the complimentary gift (tote + box of 6 macarons) from the final destination, Francois Payard Bakery on W. Houston. We negated those that were too far away (Bronxville, other boroughs, Wall St.

Pistachio and Strawberry Macaron Lollipops

We accomplished our goal and here are the fruits of our labor:

Payard Tote, and box of Macarons

The tote is actually really nice! To read more about the macarons I sampled, and the locations I hit up on Macaron Day, check out my food blog post on Macaron Day.


Valentine Nostalgia

Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to be about getting a date to spend it with. It’s also about the crazy fun you have with your girlfriends. Actually, what I miss the most right now is Valentine’s Day last year. I miss Helen Oh, with all her enthusiasm for each themed get together she planned.

Squishing Helen!

I miss all the cute decorations, and the food, and the fun we had. I mean, where else are you going to get a spread like this? Only with your girlfriends!!

For all that it drove us crazy some times, I miss the all girls environment. I miss the safety, and the quiet grace of our campus. I miss how easy it was to arrange a get together. Most of all, I miss the four of us together in the same place. <3 u guys, let’s do this again someday before we’re all old ok?

Whaa? Whaas goin' on? Hey Kunku, is that donut good?

We <3 U!!


What I feel like saying to some girls in my college


Sightings on the Road

Slight creeper status but I love her look. The grungy hipster look is kinda gettin out of hand but zomg I want her shoes. Spotted outside a rest stop en route to Boston:

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NY to Boston to New Hampshire? And back to South Hadley for some quality alone time :)

Happy Thanksgiving Day!!

I’ll be having a vegetarian feast the year I break my vegetarianism. But so excited!

Give thanks, I’m grateful for these lovely ladies and all the other people and strangers who make my life colorful and meaningful when I’m in doubt :)

Random quote I was obsessed with 3 years ago:

“Our inability to live entirely in the present (like most animals do), combined with our inability to see very far into the future, makes us strange in-between creatures, neither beast nor prophet” – A. Roy


Today is November 20th and I have exactly a month till I am done with my undergraduate career!! It is SURREAL!  <- my favorite word to describe the indescribable. The other 3 have reflected on their Moho experience earlier in the year.. I didn’t think my time would come this fast. I’m still grappling with the floods of memories and random situations we’ve landed ourselves and the valuable lessons I’ve learned along the 4 years in my New England Education. However, today I’ll just focus on the not so distant memories.

Halloween this year was definitely extraordinary. It was the first time in my life that it snowed in October. The east coast blizzard was insane. Still feels unreal. This was the first weekend I actually decided to be socialy engaged as I had taken it upon myself to be a recluse in my last semester. Since Halloween fell on a Monday, the Halloween weekend began on the 29th and I found myself at Lit in Amherst. With never any excitement to dress up for the occasion, I wore a sparkly white dress and a tiara made out of cotton.. which came to a conclusion that I was “snow” or “heaven.” You can kind of see my fail attempt at the Ombre Hair.

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The next night was my friend’s thesis performance at Amherst College . And ironically enough, it started snowing around 1 or 2 in the afternoon and by the time I got on the bus to Amherst, it was a major blizzard but it didn’t seem to phase me. It was a Winter Wonderland with NO ONE AROUND. The play was excellent and I was on my way back walking across campus with a friend. Oh dear lord, it felt like I was in one of those adventure movies with snow flying in my face at every direction and branches falling off trees around me. Then electric lines getting struck by falling branches lashing out a blue-ish/green lightning across the sky.

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It was quite beautiful but also extremely dangerous to be out. Needless to say, I was stranded in Amherst College for the night. Luckily my wonderful friends had my back.

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There was a blackout across campus and the whole valley actually, so the party I found myself in turned out to be a nice hang out with a diverse group of people. We stayed up all night chatting, listening to music, conversing in various languages and even created a new drink which I proudly call the “Snowman.” A huge drop of freshly fallen snow into a well blended cocktail. Slushie galore. Heres us demonstrating the making of the “Snowman.” Eugene (pictured below) themed the night as “The Winter Wonderland of Amherst Hipsterdom” which was pretty genius in the moment haha:

You can’t really see what I’m wearing but I wanted to wear the flower piece on my hair, and wore a pink dress, a theme for spring as my costume. Since I had on a striped cardigan, we decided that I was pollination. And oh yea, bumped into this couple dressed as Helga and Arnold (from my childhooood!!) at some point in the night, before the blackout:

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I was able to get back to Moho the next day and we still had no power. I am TERRIFIED of the dark. But I am also terrified of leaving my door open at night and have random strangers walk in. So the blackout made me go to bed early. As I lay in the dark, it dawned upon me that time jumped at an accelerating rate that I couldn’t fathom!! It would be November on Tuesday! Which would mean, I’m graduating soon, still unemployed and I’m going to turn another year older -_-. That mini panic attack kept me up for awhile but I got through it. Its like I needed the light to go out in order to process what I needed to grapple with the immediate reality that felt so faraway. Anyhow, fast forward about a week later, and I was on my way to a birthday celebration/work event in NYC! One of the roughest weeks of my life. Anyhow, it was a cupcake filled birthday this year! Started with Ashley’s yummy homemade cupcakes for me (which I unfortunately do not have photos of ]= ), then Aileen and my traditional Baked by Melissa mini cupcakes, Jacs delicious vanilla homebaked cupcakes at the Prohibition event and finally the morning/breakfast cupcakes a La Amritha :) . Prohibition in Ella Lounge was a success (supercute venue with a live jazz band upstairs and a speakeasy downstairs), here are some photos from birthday/event. Also yay for Aileen and her polaroid camera, and Shirley for her photos <3.

  


Dirty thirty, only because I’m in denial of my real age -_-

Twas a good event and happy birthday :) . I’ve definitely developed an appreciation for cupcakes at this age lol.


11/11/11

make a wish ;D


Its that time of year!!

So today is 11/10/11 the eve of 11/11/11 aka my birthday!!

Heading down to NYC to meet up with Aileen and other friends to celebrate getting old ANNND to attend this cool event. I had going to a speakeasy on my bucketlist for my bday and I’ll be helping out so it all comes together. If you’re in NYC, do come check it out if you can :) .

Whiskey G1ass Studios and Dress Royale present PROHIBITION (prohibition-nyc.com):

Its 6am and I’m exhausted. Went through a process of retouching my new ombre hair and ended up with some ridiculous spotty, horrendous dyed hair. Not such a good idea on the eve of an event and one’s birthday. Oh well, I’m semi blondish and have some interesting stuff going on in my hair. I’ll post pictures from the event, worse comes to worse, I’ll resort to wearing a beanie as a sign of desperate measure.

OKAAAY, so I’ve been hooked on this Counting Back to One number by Beautiful Small Machines. SO catchy and fun. Makes me get pepped for the day. And dance. Stumbled upon this pretty fun mash up with Breakfast at Tiffanys. Gives the classic a hip spin. Although the movie is a complete bore (and racist) with the exception of the amazing costumes and a few gorgeous people (excuse me for sounding so shallow). Watch the video! The beat’s contagious :)

Happy November!! (my fave month)

xx


The First 48 and Justice in our Criminal Justice System

Being out of school has been a weird time for me.  Before I could let out my frustrations with our world and this society through student activism–but now all I can do is tweet about it.  Sometimes, as I sit in my warm cocoon of Northern Virginia suburbia, I feel so distanced from it all that i almost forget.  Can you imagine?  All those ECAASU workshops I organized, all those books on institutionalized racism I read, all of those lectures and panels on the prison industrial complex i’ve attended…how could I block it all out like this?

Today in an uncharacteristic move, I switched on the TV while eating lunch.  I flipped through the channels and finally settled on Criminal Minds (I’m a sucker for psychological crime shows).  Half an hour later, Criminal Minds was over and “The First 48″ came on.  Apparently, it was a “real life” account of the first 48 hours following a homicide (the most crucial window to catch a murderer) as conducted by the police.  The episode that followed was called “Shell Shocked/Cradle To The Grave.”

I had never seen the show before, so left the TV on.  Unsurprisingly, the two cases featured were from urban areas around the United States (Memphis and Miami).  Both centered around homicides involving impoverished black youth.  Both contained references to drugs/narcotic dealings.

One of the cases (“Shell Shocked”) struck me in particular.  It involved three young African American males.  Robert was involved with an altercation with his childhood friend, Buck.  And apparently, Buck’s cousin Raphael shot Robert in the commotion.  The altercation had started over an argument over the price of a little bag of marijuana.  Robert threatened to kill Buck and Raphael, and Raphael, shell shocked (he had been shot in the leg just a month earlier), panicked and pulled the trigger on Robert, unintentionally killing him.

I watched as the officers questioned a tearful Raphael, who was handsome, clearly regretful, and only nineteen.  He admitted his guilt and explained that he was shell shocked from being shot earlier, so he had panicked when Robert angrily threatened to kill him and his cousin.  In his ragged T-shirt, Raphael began to softly cry, all the while insisting that he and Robert had been long time friends, and that it had never been his intention to kill him.

My heart cried for him.  Raphael was a boy.  He was 19.  He fought over a three dollar difference for a tiny bag of marijuana because three dollars meant that much.  Because selling drugs was the way he lived.  Maybe it was all he knew.  He was born into a world, a society, a system that set him up for failure.  In his hole-punctured t-shirt, he broke down because he was scared–he didn’t want to get shot, he had gotten shot once–so he pulled the trigger out of fright at Robert’s (most likely empty) threat.

But he received 20 years in prison.  In twenty years he would be forty.  And then what?  The kid needed help.  He needed psychological, emotional, mental help.  Could we take the money in his court fees and prison fees and put it into finding him a therapist or counselor?  Put him on a different track of life?  Maybe education?

There are too many examples of similar cases, where underprivileged youth who may have so much to give, are trapped in a never-ending cycle of petty criminality and prison.  Here in this black hole, their lives become ruined and their futures sucked from them.  Then it’s just rinse and repeat.

The plot would have made this a great moral dilemma and case study for even the most basic criminal justice classes to study. I would have loved to pick this apart with my fellow students. It’s always difficult to weigh the actions of a suspect against what his background and motivations were. But as you might expect, the detectives on the case wouldn’t have any sympathy for the young man

I turned off the show after the announcer victoriously announced the 20 year prison sentence.  So the police caught the “bad guy?”

Well, it wasn’t satisfying at all.


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