Bears Go Out For Food.

Floral Shirt (secondhand), Black Skirt w/ suspenders (Wetseal), Black Wedges (Mootsies Tootsies), 25cent rings from vending machines at an Asian buffet

Took a minication this weekend in a resort, Loews, near Las Vegas. The place was so beautiful and luxurious. We were spoiled to death there from towels and sparkling fruity water everywhere we go to Arabic-inspired beauties everywhere we admire to TV in treadmills everywhere we sweat. (Since I only do cardio at home, I tried out on some weights. Arms are a laugh. Is 40 good? o_0 But I just found out that because of the excessive amounts of cardio I do, I can go 175 on the legs. *Does victory dance*) My interior design instincts immediately kicked in when I saw how wonderfully vintage the place was. Think desert color scheme mixed with Arabian and Egyptian tastes. A definite go-to place in the future.

P.S. Now, I'm really thinking of giving my hair a trim. Long black hair does not do wonders to outfits. It just obscures everything and I hate pulling it back due to my abnormally round face (whereas I should have gotten my mother's longer, slender one... with actual cheeckbones).

Crawl on Others and Leave Scabs.

Sources: noir facade, faking fashion, exito

Everything here reminds me of something and everything so free... an aspiration to what I'm hoping to accomplish.

I've been on my hands and knees looking for a shade like that lavendar lipstick shown on the 2nd to last photo.

Summer is ending, and I am crying.

Behind those Diamond Eyes

Polka Dotted Dress--worn as shirt (vintage), Black Belt (NY & Company), White Shorts (Arden B), Bejeweled Sandles (Union Bay)

Portrait by me of Behind the Seams (click on photo to direct yourself to her blog)

I'm proud to display by lovely gut from eating too much mac and cheese at Legoland. Blame it on the Buffet for Kids. I developed an outrageous tan from those sandles. Because it is summer and I have no flats and sandles that fit me properly, I am forced to wear them when it is above 75 degrees. (I don't find the point in wearing shoes anyways, since I always come with shoes but never have them on. I'm so much content on being the lonebarefoot in a crowd of shoes.)

Anyhoo, I did a pen/watercolor drawing of the absolutely beautiful Miss Tran of Behind the Seams. Check out her lovely DIYs! Such simple and easy instructions. And her elegant and stunning makeup are eyegasms.

P.S. I don't know if this is healthy for my ears... but I have had Eminem's Recovery album on repeat for the last 24 hours every day of last week. I'm not a fervent fan of rap and can never declare myself an expert. However, unlike some, the make-or-break factor in music for me is the lyrics. Granted, Eminem has overused his angry tone and drugged-up nights as themes for practically every song he has ever released, but for some reason, this album is particularly good. Most comeback albums are "Hello world! I'm back! Imma start hitting platinum again! Buy my new album!" No, Slim Shady is more like "F$$$ the world. Imma back and Imma make up for the wait."

And it's slightly creepy how his new music video "Love the Way You Lie" is so similar to the way I imagined it. Although, I didn't understand the concept of putting Eminem in a cornfield. That was a bit randomly strange to me.

Wanting Soup, Got America Instead

Grey Silk Shirt (Ann Taylor), Black High Waisted Shorts (Walrus)

Just out of curiousity, how old do I look? Imagine me without makeup and as discreetly dressed as possible. I still don't understand why I keep getting approached by men half-a-decade older than me. Everytime that happens, I feel in a great need of a toilet where I can bow my head over.