Closer to me, Farther from you.

J'adore Sanders Bohlke--"Somewhere". Complemented with this adorable MV of adorable drawings.

A state of nostalgia and want. Perfect taking-a-soothing-bath-to-forget-all-the-Effed-up-stuff-for-40-minutes music. :D

Give Me the Bitter of Your Chocolate

Plaid Jacket (Wetseal Collection), White Top (vintage), Grey Skirt (secondhand)

Catching up on a day of sleep. Been getting nearly 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Not enough for me. Plus I say crazy things when I'm drunk from drowsiness.

I feel so priviledged that I that got my job back after 3 months of hiatus. Unfortunately, with all the wackness I have going on, I don't know if I can handle it all. It never stops, does it?

Anyhoo, because of my packed situations (ACT scores coming in 2 days!), I haven't gotten many chances to take pictures. I've been loving maxi dresses lately. You can roll them, tuck them, dance in them. So versatile. However, every time I wear them, I never have the chance to take photos. I'm either at school, work, prep class, etc. I can't wait until I'm done with all this and I can finally focus on what's important to me. So, anyhoo (again), I was able to sneak a couple of pictures once I returned home. (You can tell, from the lack of shoes.)

The Shortest Always Wins.

Sources: style.com, net-a-porter; collage by me

Sometimes I realize it's not too genius to screw with your teachers, even if it will cause a riot of curious approval from your classmates.

In the three days of senior year, I find out by the first day that my AP Psychology teacher is a likeable, cussbird. My time of an administrator. I couldn't help laughing the hardest when she tells her story of getting hammered in college while all the other Asians huddle around with their flashcards, promptly giving death stares to the party loitering by (finishing off the story with "those little f***ers")
Therefore, during our little "get-to-know-each-other-after-finishing-all-the-boring-curriculum-crap" on the second day of school, I decided to give a little less-conventional answers during the questions of:
Origin of name? "My name is Jennie. And there really isn't a reason that my name is Jennie. My parents had to think of something to put on my green card and Hui didn't quite work..." (ended with did-not-expect-that laughter)
Favorite animal? "My little sister" (ended with another hysterical bout of WTF laughter)
Favorite movie? "I like movies by Jackie Chan." (Too frank?)
Favorite icecream? "Green Tea" (This is a complete lie. I have never even tried green tea.)
Pet Peeve? "I hate it when people bother me when I work out." (Completely true.)
Favorite artist? "Eminem" (Love his work too much to say anything else.)
Worst trait? "I'm pretty awkward." (Caught a smile from the teacher)

Now here I am, saying all this bullshit with a complete straight face and a cocked eyebrow, when really I was about to piss in my pants.

On the third holy day, AP Psych teacher goes over the ungodly outline. By the time she finishes rambling on, I realize I only caught half the things she said. Once she starts reading, I ask,"So... are we supposed to do bulletpoints or anything?" She does this groan and tells me,"Stop being so Asian." In my mind, I'm thinking "Oh you bitch." Nonetheless, she continues on teasing me about how I must want to sit in the front now (I sit in the back, right next to the door, perfect spot for my eating and napping pleasure) and that she's punishing me write now by telling me that I don't have to "write down one fucking thing". This of course earns great laughter (even a slight chuckle from me) due to her choice of vocabulary and her stereotypical comments.

Usually, I welcome these comments which I even use myself (as you can see above). However, I also welcome a direct response when I am actually sincerely trying to learn. I detest mockery and rudeness and was utterly surprised when I recieved both from a teacher. Therefore, when she later told the whole class (at the end of the lecture) that it was probably best to take bulleted notes, she mentioned my name. I did a bit of a glare and a hmmm? A bit taken aback, she asked me if she got my name right. Confirmed she did. At first I enjoyed her different teaching style, but not when it was directed to me. I'm a selfish bitch, ain't I?

After moping over her comments, I realized that I dug this deep hole with my too honest answers with my too Fobbish-Asian persona the day before. Because I am human, I hate questioning if it was my doing that caused my unhappiness. And I hate it when others generalize. I happen to be the least anxious and uptight and the most overconfident and non-asianess person I know. Has she said her comments in private, I would've greeted this with insane smiles.

Moral of this story? Don't F$$$ with teachers?
And please, don't take us asians too seriously. We just say random crap to make fun of you.

P.S. Anyhoo, was going to make this 15 word post on loafers. But instead made a rant about my shitty moment on the first 3 days of school. Sorry about that.

LOAFERS ARE FOR SHORT AND TALL PEOPLE WHO DON'T GIVE A $**T ABOUT THEIR HEIGHT.

Listen to Diesel. They Like Stupid People.

Blue globe-print dress (made my mom), Beige Sweater Vest (secondhand), Silver Belt (sis'), Sandy Socks (Merona), Brown Wedge Boots (Blossom)

Stupidest Question Ever: "Why do you always trip over my mini-bowling alley in the middle of my room when mommy turns off the light?!"

First off, who has a freakin' mini-bowling alley in the middle of their room?! And I trip anyways even WITH the lights on! (Btw, don't think we live in any Playboy mansion. My little sis' mini bowling alley is made of wooden tiles and the pins are the size of your pinky.)

P.S. These were taken during my deadly bout in SAT summer boot camp. Right in the restroom. I thought I would never have time to take any photos, so I brought my camera with me that day. Which is stupid, since who knew I would never be able to upload them anyways. While other bloggers update their blog with their cutsey little outfit every single day... I'm a bit ghetto and you guys get to see what I'm wearing a few days before. Or in this case, a month before... when the weather is still Cali-warm and not beach-cold (as in 60 degrees).

P.P.S. School starts soon. As in tomorrow.
I'm going to be a loner and say senior year is going to suck. Cue college applications.

Heavy Breeze on Light Stillness

Black Polka-dot dress (vintage), Black Belt (Wetseal), Black Wedges (Mootsies Tootsies), Black Floopy Hat (flea market)

Funny, I always seem to find my favorite comfortable items in the bottom of one of my mom's donation bundle. How angry I get at myself when I think back of the times where I miss such great opportunities. (Darn that tan suede blazer that I was about to retrieve later in the day, but came back home finding it already gone.) This dress was about to be shipped off somewhere on some pickup truck, but I greedily snatched it up as soon as I noticed the addicting print peeking through the see-through grocery bag. Once I picked it up, the sheer texture and the lightweight material was heaven-called. Immediately when I put it on, I noticed how danceable the dress once, giving note that this might be perfect for claustrophic parties.

I've been quite obssessed with long dresses lately. I never thought I could pull them off before due to my unsightly height. Now, I realize how easy they transition from summer to fall. As temperature hike up, do them same to the skirt; as temperatures come down, let them fall.

P.S. Pardon my awkward poses. One of my sweet, gay guyfriend told me via my facebook pic that I should be a model. I made one of these faces 0_o before I completely laughed out loud (I don't do acronyms). I thanked him but also commented on my shortness (that he always makes fun of anyways). Despite how much he insisted, I'm sure anyone can see from these photos that none of my photos would ever make Tyra Banks happy.