Monday, July 26, 2010

.: i hate SF :.

My poor, poor pearlie that is not so pearly anymore. It has been very much abused by me and this city's inhabitants. First someone dented the side with a shopping cart at Office Depot, the crazy van owner who lived in my building bumped his rusty van onto the rear bumper, countless number of scratches from some failed parallel parking attempts and someone scratch along the side with a green crayon. And now, the masterpiece :
I think some drunk people in North Beach did it because I found a big bottle of beer and beer cans underneath the side view mirror that weren't there before. Why would somebody did that, nobody knows. SanFran's (yes, don't give me attitude when I call your city freakin FRISCO, you sanFran monsters!) residents have been known for their rudeness and ignorance (I planned to advocate against this issue once but my advisors said it's a lost cause) so unfortunately I was not surprised. Very, very upset because it is hard to drive without the right side view mirror. I curse whoever did this to pearlie, may you roast in hell.

.: LA MART trip :.

Thanks to miss DT I got the chance to see preview of California Gift Show in LA. Oh how I wish I have a store full of adorable goodies... that people want to buy, of course. LA Mart was full of amazing stuff, and I saw cute things from companies that I've never heard before. The energy in this show gave me some comfort that print, publishing and stationery companies are not dying yet. Here are some pictures that I took with my cellphone (unfortunately...)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

.: one shopaholic hermit :.

I've been too busy juggling scrapbooking, playing facebook games and researching thesis (2% of my time) that I haven't got the time to haunt blogs and etsy. Some cute findings on my web haunts:

Sweet sachet dress from modcloth ...
if only i can afford it :(

Sunday, July 4, 2010

.: summer minded :.

perhaps because of my growing up alone, there's always that moment that I felt lonely amidst all the people and dogs in my household. I have a sense that while they've treated me very kindly, I'm still not a part of their family. I'm still a stranger. I felt like I don't belong to anyone the way they belong to one another in this house. I think it is time to go home. I wish I can throw all this schooling away and run home for the rest of this summer, although I no longer have a childhood home to go back to. Not so sure how I feel about this, but my parents are definitely delighted to live in a brand new house where the ceiling won't fall in the middle of the night.

America's Cutest Dog: Play Dead