It’s a quiet Saturday at home, and no, quiet is not another word for boring in this case. I’m sitting at home listening to music and re-reading a favorite book, and I just have to tell you how quintessentially ideal this is.


  • floral print, laced-back navy blue top
  • my absolute favorite: high-rise tights
  • A watch – I’m not entirely sure why, but it was lying on my bedside bookshelf and I just pulled it on
  • Silver hoop earrings from XXI, one of my favorite accessories


  • on a brand new brown squishy beanbag that I absolutely fell in love with at the store
  • in the sunshinee

Listening to:

  • My newly-crafted Comfort Music playlist on Spotify with all my favorites from around 2009 (that was pop music’s peak year)
  • T-Swizzle’s classics like You Belong With Me, Love Story, and Back to December
  • Rihanna’s unrivaled Umbrella, Disturbia, and Don’t Stop the Music
  • The you-can-never-fail-to-improve-any-mood song, Smile by Uncle Kracker
  • A new discovery and personal favorite (please look beyond the title and band name, its a true turn off): The Backpack Song by Bear Attack!
  • You can never go wrong with The Fray, with classics like You Found Me, Never say Never, Look After You, Hurricane, and How to Save a Life
  • One of the only middle school favorites that is still acceptable to love today: One Republic’s Apologize, Stop and Stare, and All the Right Moves
  • Daughtry’s Over You and Home, an endless nostalgia stream that I am sure will become my college fave starting August
  • Adam Lambert. This guy is just lkfajsdfl;ksad;lfs. I never got over his voice, and songs like Whataya Want from Me, Aftermath, and Better Than I Know Myself are never going to leave my favorites list. The range of styles in his music, the perfect blend of rock, pop, and alternative along with happiness and sadness entice me to click the repeat-only button for hours at a time.

I really can just go on forever about music, but before I bore you (if I haven’t already), I want to get to the amazing book I’m rereading by an absolutely amazing author. By the way, re-reading is a misnomer, because that indicates reading ‘once again’ but in reality, this is at least my fifth or sixth time.

  • Saving Francesca by Melina Marchetta.

Melina Marchetta, a New Zealand author, is just mind-blowing with boarding-school-like books and she addresses some of the deepest themes with such passion and ample depth to leave a mark on my mind for hours and days after the initial read.

A book about depression, finding identity in a way very different from the stereotypical adolescent identity crisis, and building a life for oneself. The change in the main character Francesca is almost passive in its gradual seamlessness as is the books progress. The first half is very slow-paced, but there is no one point to say when she makes her lifelong friends, when she falls in love, or when she starts building herself. It all just happens. In the beginning, Francesca is so influenced and shadowed by her mother’s overbearing presence and encouragement that there are really no adjectives to describe the ‘nobody’. You get to a point and say, “oh, Francesca, that confident, sassy, maturing girl. I love when she said ____ or did ___.” But that point is so hard to identify, by the end, it all just falls into place.

I’m definitely not doing justice to this book with my explanation/rant, but I just have to say its one of my absolute favorites.


Anyway, music, comfort clothes, music, and sunshine. It really is the recipe for a perfect, silent, Saturday, one that I’m itching to get back to!


Hope was Here by Joan Bauer: Four Star Favoritism

This book truly could have become a personal favorite and a five star except for a few depreciations that bring it down to four stars.

This book encompassed all the themes that make a book good but what could have made it great is depth. It had a beautiful ending, just the right touch of identity crisis, politics, disbelief in ones own influence in society, the little people vs big people idea, cancer, death, an engaging cooking/waitressing metaphor, and of course a little romance on the side.

However, despite the perfect ingredients, so to speak, the characters felt too much like caricatures of a small town community and some members like G T felt too idealistic for it to be relatable. Hope, the main character, had a perfectly structured conflict and past that allows the reader to discern her current situation and state of mind. Except even though It was written in first person, I had a hard time getting into her head and feeling anything significant for her and I could see on paper that she changed but I was not able to see that change in her while I was reading.

Hence I was able to think limitedly about the book after I finished reading because so much was resolved and not too much of it was applicable to my real world.

Despite it all, this was a thoroughly enjoyable read that taught me a lot about waitressing and politics and was completely unique in the way that it mixed the two. Perhaps best about the book was the message about how everyone can make a difference in a thoroughly non- cheesy way and GTs response to his cancer which was rather inspiring. Definitely recommend!

Facebook Trauma

59 likes. 60 likes. 99 likes. One more please! 5 minutes pass … I comment “Thank you ur gorg/perf/pr8y too!” Back on the newsfeed. 2 more likes. Thank goodness! Past 100. Wait but … what if I can get 120. Ya that’d be great. I think it’d look best. A little less desperate, just 100 looks like I tried hard and just barely achieved it. Wait. Wait. Wait …. Tap impatiently on the keyboard… whatever I give up. I close the tab. Command T. “f…”! Perfect!


Facebook. It’s an addiction. It’s an infestation. It’s lies and popularity. It’s the masochistic struggle with every status update, profile picture change, number of birthday wishes.

What is the “it” I achieved?


The reason we go on it: to check up on our social standing.

First, the popular kids check – for self-assurance, to go flaunt their beautiful lives and tons of friends and boyfriends on facebook.

Then, the regular kids check – to see if they have hopes of still becoming popular, to assure them of friendship, and to chat. The most optimal use.

Lastly, the lonely ones check – to torture themselves. To make themselves feel worse like there’s no way to get better and get over it. But they never do.


Facebook is likes. Its how many you can get in one minute, in one hour, in one day. Its how many wall posts from a variety of people you can get in a day, a week. And the numbers please no one.


The chat list is reassurance – you need to have interesting stalkers, at least 50%  opposite gender – of course you have to stay appealing.


It’s a quest for the perfect profile – the perfect number of page likes without being spammed or looking overly enthusiastic; the most beautiful profile picture, without looking too hot to touch or too ugly to look at, just the perfect amount of goofy in it.


It’s a resume. A resume of friends, opinions, looks – everything on the surface. The social life resume.


It’s a sadistic world. A race for perfection that none can achieve.

Introducing Illusory Flaunts

I’ve started many blogs – and failed at keeping them – so I have a trail of unused URLs behind me. Some I’d like to forget and hide, like my Tumblr blog serving as an ode to monkeys to fulfill my freshman fetish. Others I regret not using, for the titles were beautiful, but it seems I ran out of content to post.

Themes, titles, fonts. It’s the trouble I faced with so many blogs. Once I got it all set up, I didn’t know where to go from there. I wrote a couple posts, but it always had to be about something. Whenever I got an idea or a draft, I got to wondering whether or not the post was relevant. But if the draft was about me, it should have been relevant, shouldn’t it? It was my blog.

So here’s to my new blog, the most stereotypical of them all – the everything blog. Sometimes hidden under the title “lifestyle blog”. My rants, my fashion trends, my ideas, my advice, my views, and my life. A blog about anything on my mind, anytime I want to. After all, the future can be anything and everything; I can’t wait to see what the future holds for this blog.