Sunday, October 28, 2007

Lolita + something to ignore

For the Lolita newbies: Lolita fashion originated from Japan for girls/women to dress like French nobility of the 18 century (Rococo era) **but in modest attire similar to Alice in Wonderland. A few famous lolita designers are: Akinori Isobe (Baby the Stars Shine Bright), Mana (Moi-même-Moitié), and Kuniko Kato (Manifesteange Metamorphose temps de fille). A common misconception is thinking that lolita fashion has to do with Vladmir Nobokov's novel Lolita. It doesn't. You'd probably find more articles relating to this elsewhere so do that. **So this originated as a Japanese fashion, but girls and women wear lolita throughout Asia, Europe, Australia, and the Americas.
So here I am, trying to be Lolita and thinking that I'll buy these clothes. Then I think, will I really wear these clothes after HS? When I get a job, would I incorporate it into everything I do? Would I be able to keep it up for very long? and most of all, Will my family accept that I like this kind of thing? About every one of my cousins on my dad's side of the family is obsessed with being "gangsta" and crap. Somehow, I dislike this kind of thing without any clear reason. Not that I hate them or anything, just that it's hard to open up to them when what I view as their negative qualities is all that I see. Sometimes my aunts and uncles say something about me that I find really offensive even when I'm in the same room. But I can't say anything back in my defense because I'm not that verbal with my own feelings; I don't show any sign of distress and I tend to lock everything up and use it as a reason to hate people. If you think that's total bs when I tell you this, ignore what I say. I'm not a very beautiful and elegant person, nor am I someone that everybody likes. But when my aunts criticize the way I dress and even my body, they try to change me into something that THEY want to see. And if my hair is done badly, they tell me that it's ugly- they don't try to be considerate or even try to give me something to fix it up. My hobbies are pretty damn expensive and everyone can agree on that. But if THEY're gonna view what I like and comment on that, why do they bother buying $400 handbags? Even BABY's bags don't exceed $250.

I'm not that loud of a person and I talk even less with my relatives than my friends. Most adults outside of school see me as "quiet" and even "smart". Then when I hear that and reflect I realize how different I view myself. I have to admit it. I am very hypocritical and I have something of a superiority complex. It wouldn't kill me for other people to tell me that I can be really harsh with my words, but that's the way I am and I don't really want to hurt other people's feelings.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Banana cupcakes with kinako frosting
Creds to Anjali of Giant Jeans Parlor/Delicious Coma and to Orangette!

I made this a few Sundays ago and had been dying to to make the frosting. Sadly, I hadn't been paying attention to the cream cheese and when I reached for it.. oh god, it was one of the most disgusting molds I had ever seen. NEVER ever leave cream cheese in the fridge with the wrapper already opened.
But hey, the cupcakes tasted fine without frosting. And maybe it was the lack of sour cream because the texture was too muffin-ish and looks muffin-ish.
Thanks Momo for wolfing down what I offered.

My goodness, the first marking period has already ended. I've been doing terrible in school. My brother tells me, even if I do badly in homework, tests matter more. But... I've failed almost all my tests so far- math, Spanish, biology.. But somehow my PhysEd grades aren't that bad. I do rather well in running compared to my classmates and we have weight training gym now- time to tone down my flab ._.
One of the things I do like about Tech is... it's within a few blocks from TWO malls. I go home via the Atlantic Ave. Station which allows me to wander around the mall for half an hour and then run downstairs to the subway. How convenient! I get to poke around Target for whatever amount of time I choose to wander around. Which reminds me.. I want that $20 waffle maker, whether it's the plain metal one or the Hello Kitty or maybe even the toasters (1,2) . Christmas is coming.. I'll go ask my parents.

Monday, October 8, 2007

A Lengthy Post

Through the few blogs that I've had, none of them are that great. My writing style is pretty much crap compared to other bloggers. It has taken me 14 years of my existence to realize that my life is quite dull and my strange obsession over lunch boxes has caused some of my friends to shun me. I'm not a smooth talker and yes, I'm quite sensitive (another point that has lost me many more potential friends). So from now onwards, I shall strive to perfect my writing and find some more hobbies.

Now that I think about it, this was supposed to be a food blog. Recently, I haven't posted much on bento and I've been pretty lazy. I'd post the hell out of the LiveJournal bentolunch community if my computer would somehow allow me to post more than comments on other people's blogs. Blogger is the only website I can blog and post pictures on whilst I stalk other peoples' fine blogs.

I tend to talk to people a lot online- people I don't know who seem to take an interest in me. Isn't that awesome? Pft. Of course not. I talked to people when I was in middle school and had conversations flowing for 2 days or so until the question about my age pops up. I'm strangely honest sometimes and my mum scolds me for being honest, which is absurd. So right when the question about my age pops up, I answer honestly and they respond with silence. And they leave. On rare occasions, the person on the opposite end has already been informed of my age and just some of those people choose not to ignore me, though I get a lot of 'lol's as a response to anything else I say afterwards.

Which reminds me of something that happened during the summer: During the Independence Day of '07, I decided to spend a day with my friend at Coney Island. While I was looking for my friend at the beach, this guy walks up to me and starts preaching about god. Right after saying that he'd give a blessing for what I was searching for he asks for my name. Whatever I was feeling at the moment somehow made me want to ask him, but my nonreligious self held back and I told him my name was Elizabeth. So this guy shakes my hand and I tell him that I don't want a blessing and I walk away. What was I supposed to do? I was 13 years old, standing in a crowded beach with this stranger walking up to everyone to give blessings. But I'll aways remember these awkward moments wondering what smart aleck comments I could've made.

This concludes my lengthy post. If you've actually read through all my crap, you should give yourself a pat on the back. If you think all that I've been typing is crap, leave. Now.
Thanks for reading anyways. Wanna give feedback? Do so. Have a happy fucking day.

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