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Does anyone else use instagram? It's like a visual twitter. Follow me! Username: liangs

I'm usually pretty opposed to using trendy filters on photos, but I do admit, this adds instant prettiness to otherwise sometimes drab iPhone photos.

This was taken during an hour long drive that should've taken only 15 minutes due to crazy traffic in Austin. I missed a beautiful sunset.

Japanese school girl vibes

I have to say, my style as of late has floated off into a world of its own. I now wear only about 15% of my entire closet on rotation and on repeat. Currently, it consists of a mix of Japanese school girl uniform elements combined with menswear. Thigh high socks, stockings, neckties, boxy cardigans and button downs are finding their way to me, with the occasional hoodie tossed into the mix to keep out the cold.

Photoshoot with Khanh Nguyen

It was a frigid December afternoon when Khanh called me up to do a photoshoot.

I thought, "You're crazy!" and quickly packed my bags to go.

Here are the results. Taken in downtown Houston by Khanh Nguyen. (His website seems to be down at the moment, but you can reach him at khanhngfoto [at] gmail [dot] com)























Looks like it'll be a cold and somewhat lonely Chinese New Years this weekend. Mother is making an unexpected trip out of the country and I'll be in Austin all by my lonesome, trying to keep warm. I should probably clean my apartment.

Yes, it's happening.

Sigh, I am indeed getting one year older. I know I have no right to complain about this as old age, but really, who wants to be 23?? Who wants to be anything other than 21?! I know, maturity and wisdom come with old age blah blah -- but youth is ever fading. So many people try and grasp onto it for as long as they can. Old women invest hundreds if not thousands in beauty products and surgery to retain their youth, or get a cheap imitation of it. SCREW GETTING OLDER!!!

As a constant defiance against aging, one of my favorite past times is to try and look as young as possible in photographs.

Case in point:



I think #1 makes me look extremely young and therefore I like that one the best. Could I pass for 8?? (PS - this is an excellent way to scare off guys)

So in true birthday-celebrating form, I decided to make a wishlist:

1) Ps (Photohsop) salt & pepper shakers. Because I would like to think of Photoshop while I'm eating.
2) Lego iPhone case. DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS?? Think of all the crazy I could be building on the back of my phone! (Yes, crazy as a noun, not an adjective.)
3) Photo hanger paper clip. I like things that are things created out of other things to become new thingies. Plus they're cute. And I like pictures.
4) Bowties. I think they look charming and I would like to look charming.
5) Jeffrey Campbell 99 wedges in black or black suede. I'm a small girl who likes to be tall at times.
6) Thigh high socks. I've been having an obsession with them lately. Will take more. In all colors.

Thank you.

-Liang

P.S. In case you missed it, this post was written with an overcast of sarcasm. But only just a drizzle.

Your dream job is waiting for you!

Oh really? I didn't realize browsing the Internet all day long while eating foie gras nigiri and practicing wizardry was a profession.

I started writing the sarcastic statement above after receiving a spam email proclaiming my dream job was just lounging about somewhere, waiting for me to seize it (so long as I signed up for this website and paid a certain fee to ensure I would get a chance to realize what it is).

But as hard as I tried at being pessimistic, I realized it was actually quite difficult to list things that couldn't be a real profession, or was something that someone wasn't already doing and making a living.

Things that sound ideal which come to mind include: eating for a living (Food Network contest judges), traveling the world and eating (Anthony Bourdain), doing absolutely nothing (Kim Kardashian -- except, well... did everyone forget HOW she became famous??).

Somehow, somewhere, someone has figured out how to make money from doing something. And as nice as those aforementioned things may be to actually make a living off of, I don't think I would be satisfied. The problem herein lies within me being completely indecisive about what I want to do. I did realize as of late, however, that worrying about whether it's actually viable is just an unnecessary hinderance. There's always a way to make a living.

What we need to survive is actually pretty minimal, if you can bear living modestly.

I'm looking for the only thing that I love doing so much that I could never put it down. It's a breath of fresh air when I meet someone who is so passionate about what they do, I can't differentiate the line between when they're working, and when they're just doing it for fun.

I want to find my one thing.

The biggest part holding me back is well, me. There have been plenty of dreams I've discarded that I'm much too ashamed to admit -- and I've tried to make amends to myself by at least pursuing a career where I had creative freedom. Ultimately, your unhappiness will catch up to you as you realize your heart's just not into it. I think this past year has been my point of realization.

I keep thinking that maybe the more I pursue whatever it is I'm doing, the more I'll get into it, and be better at it.

No, I'm only more unhappy.

It's been a strange week of introspection as I analyze the impending stress and possible doom that comes with my approaching graduation.

Maybe it's not too late to change directions.