Life's For Sharing.

Perhaps life would be more interesting (albeit eventually slightly annoying) if it were like a musical, full of dancing and singing. But pseudo-spontaneous outbursts of dance would work just as well! I must say, the T-Mobile UK marketing people are geniuses; what better way to promote your product than kitschy and memorable dance? I am dreaming that one day I'll actually be in a train station when dance troupes decide to invade with their moves.

Fever Pitch.

After taking about six months to finish The Count of Monte Cristo, I finally was able to read another book, this time being Nick Hornby's Fever Pitch. And it took me a tiny fraction of the time it took me to read the aforementioned book!

Fever Pitch tells the autobiographical story of Hornby's tenacious and ever-growing obsession with Arsenal FC, from the time he was a little boy to in the years of his 30s (post-Anfield '89). If you know me at least a little bit, you can see why I would be attracted to this book; but in my defense, I am a fan of Hornby's other books as well, especially About A Boy, and I am planning to order High Fidelity sometime soon. But anyways, I read this book with an shy smirk on my face, because although I am not from England and have not loved Arsenal since I was ten, I understood where Hornby's love came from. Clearing his schedule for matches, waiting anxiously to watch, making personal connections with the club, they are things that I can relate to as a fan myself (though I will not go on a debate of "who's a bigger fan"). It might seem apropos that Hornby wrote about Arsenal in particular, but I think that even if it were about Liverpool, Fulham, or hell, even Leeds, I still would be attracted to this book. Fever Pitch is a fan's memoir, and Hornby's emotions throughout the book can be relatable to any football (or any sport) fan, no matter who they support.

I recommend this book to any passionate sports fan, whether you like football, baseball, or even golf. No matter if you like football or not, I think many can identify with the obsessive firmness that Hornby developed throughout his life.

"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine."

The runway designers channeled Marrakech and the exotic depths of the East for their S/S 09 collections, displaying numerous tribal prints, lavish ethnic prints, flowing linen, and even harem pants. Despite the fact that the whole look is not particularly my style, I've always had a partiality for vibrant, colorful eastern prints. I do have an ethnic-inspired dresses of my own that I would like to wear this summer. I went to Macy's last night to find a number of ethnic print dresses on sale, but my frugal instincts fought through to veer me away from spending more money. Although I do like this trend, I think I am a bit short and small for harem pants...they'd only make me look bigger!

I love this flowy piece from 3.1 Phillip Lim. He always know how to give classic silhouettes more edge and quirkiness.



While I do love the ethereal flow of this Lacoste onepiece, I do wish that it was a shorter dress.

This Max Azria design is a modern take on the classic linen shirt with khaki pants, a la Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca (sans adorable fedora hat).


I am absolutely in love with this bold printed dress from Anthropologie, though the $608 price tag does make me wince...

This dress, which is also from Anthropologie, channels exotic India, and is a fraction of the cost of the aforementioned dress at $138 (which is still quite over my budget!).

"Deviled" eggs.

Easter is coming soon, and I told myself to not open up my package of Cadbury Creme Eggs until Easter comes along. But I cannot for the life of me resist temptation. I am hungry, craving chocolate, and the box is right in front of me on my desk. I want to open it so bad and take a bite (or two...or three), but I know that it just wouldn't be the most gratifying feeling. Chocolate is basically the death of me, even if it were to be oh so delicious.

I'm hoping for some chocolate bunnies, and even jellybeans in my basket this year. My sweet tooth has been craving sugar more than ever!

Dancing the flab off.

Okay, so I don't have sultry hip movements or the complete understanding of the intricacies of simultaneously moving my arms and legs, but I think I can pretend to for the sake of exercise.

Upon enduring the trials and tribulations of hell (better known as gym class), I realized that I am not in the greatest shape I could be, despite my slender body. I am not naturally athletic, so competitive games are not for me, and since I absolutely despise running, don't expect to see me on a treadmill. I've tried to get into running and weights, and it just wasn't for me at all. Plus, my matchstick arms can barely lift up 20 pounds!

So after some searching, I found something that is not too painful, yet can still give me an affective and fun workout: dancing.

I need to face the facts, I'm an Asian girl with a lack of backside, and though I do understand the flow of musical beats and moving along, I'm not a technical dancer per se. I found a salsa dance workout video that is able to work my hips and stomach, as well as give me a cardio workout. It's not a science, yet there are simple yet affective dance moves that are fun and upbeat. I've always been intrigued by salsa (and Latin dances in general, go figure), and although this isn't truly authentic, it's a workout regimen that is influenced by salsa. So far it's a lot of fun and I feel good afterwards, which goes to show that there are exercises for everyone out there, it just might take a while to find; so I urge you all to experiment with different things and eventually you will find something. In the long run, this will keep you in better shape, and perhaps lower stress levels. Without some perserverence and fingers crossed, hopefully I will be able to shake off the unwanted chubs of my gut. If you are interested in dancing, I highly encourage salsa, or any dance for that matter! It's fun, easy, and also makes you break a sweat.

Penny Pinching at its Best

I went to the mall last week and I decided to go into Last Call Nieman Marcus, crossing my fingers that I would find some nice bargains. And to my surprise, I really did.

I couldn't find any worthy clothing deals (There was a Diane von Furstenberg blouse at $500, but I think that's pushing it), but I found the cutest Marc by Marc Jacobs ballet flats...for....$32!


I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I mean, it's purple, ruffly, with a bow, AND Marc Jacobs?! It was just too good to be true, and the original price was $325. I saved almost $300 on designer flats. If there was a bargain hunter award, I think I would be in the running.

*Cough*

Apologies for the lack of updates lately. Life has been really rough recently, and I've been sick since Thursday, and I slept all through Friday. It's now Sunday and I haven't even fully recovered yet. I'm definitely not looking forward to school tomorrow.

Until I feel more at ease with my health and my homework load, enjoy Balenciaga's Fall rtw line.