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any better than this

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 07:10:00 +0000

(theory blouse, f21 shorts, amrita singh necklace, jessica simpson platforms)

"you could be happy, and i won't know. you could be happy, i hope you are. you made me happier than i'd been by far."

- snow patrol

when i first arrived in the states i was beyond doubtful and terrified. i was scared to meet new people, being in a new territory, and throwing out a different side of me. letting myself open and hoping that the people here would accept me just as well was tough to say the least. i was frightened by the thought of replacing the friends i had known for a decade or more with new ones, but at the same time relieved to find them impossible to replace. i would cry over facebook photos that include everybody else but me and feel like i missed out on a lot of hangouts. after a while, however, everything feels better and before i knew it, i've already been in love with the city and the friends, and soon after that everyone from high school graduated. suddenly here we are, already walking on our separate ways.

from time to time i would wax nostalgic with a part of me that longs to remain in front of the rows of gray- blue lockers, skip another boring period to sit in the canteen, waste more time chatting in corridors, and be a mere footstep away from them all. i long for another school event, another free period spent running around the classroom, another graduation, another farewell, another prom, another anything at all. and truth be told, whenever i look back on my past, i always feel sad, though not trapped, because every vivid memory i shared with them was just so perfect, although part of why it was so perfect is because i know, and we all know... we could never, ever, go back.

token of memory

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 03:17:00 +0000

(unbranded outerwear, ark& co draped skirt, moselle bracelet, wolford tights, rotelli shoes)

dear mom, i didn't get the first rank, but i really wanted that walkman. i worked really hard to get it, and even though i don't deserve it, i felt that it has to be mine. it broke my heart a little when you gave me an older model and gave lil' sis the latest one without much effort on her part. i knew i was the one to set up the rule, but i want to constantly live up to my words. i want to constantly prove to you that i could and gladly would work hard to achieve whatever i want in life. it broke my heart a lot when you told me that you would've given it to me anyway if i would just ask. and you knew that the ten year old me had too much pride to admit my defeat.

dear mom, it was raining like crazy and we had been walking for hours. you were still unconvinced about getting that bag you saw earlier that day, and i told you repeatedly to either get it or get yourself over it. i kept complaining because i was so tired, it was dark, you were forever indecisive, and the store was about to close. in the end we went out of ysl that one night in rome with the first bag that you ever handed down to me.

dear mom, yesterday somebody broke my car window. that person took nothing else but the bag, which was empty. i apologized to you repeatedly, and it broke my heart a little when you didn't get angry. it broke my heart a lot when i was the only one that's mad at myself and at the situation. you kept on asking me if i was okay, and truth is, i was not. but you knew that i still have too much pride in me to admit that too.

dear mom, i couldn't shed the thoughts of always making you worry and having you invest so much money on me off my mind. i don't know if i was purely unlucky or if God's trying to teach me something. but this incident didn't make me go easier on myself. instead it taught me to push myself even harder, and to let Him see that i am worthy to be your daughter. since i still have a little bit of pride in me, i promised myself to take you to that ysl store in rome when it rains someday, and make sure that you don't open your wallet and walk empty- handed from the store. the incident opened my eyes to something that the ten years old me failed to see; that you love me despite of anything, despite of everything, and that you always will. now that i think about it, my sister might receive the better walkman, and that burglar might have stolen a pretty bag, but i was the one chosen by God to be the daughter of a woman as wonderful as you are.

...and if ever that burglar's reading this:
bitch.

sweetest downfall

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 02:36:00 +0000

(elli blazer, mink pink mini dress, f21 tights, ysl palais pumps, chanel bag)

"the strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift, it's in the burdens he carries. the strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice, it's in the gentle words he whispers."

- unknown

i smelled my dad in my friend's car on the way to church today. turns out they wear the same perfume. alas, i spent the next twenty minutes in the car recalling ever so strangely the first time my dad had complained about his declining stamina to me. prior to that day, i've always thought that my dad was as close as it gets to a superhuman. he couldn't fly or read thoughts, but he performs magic with his hands and scissors. he often stands on his worn- out feet for long hours, aiming for perfection with people's hair as his canvas. to top that, he still managed to swim or jog every morning, follow a strict diet, and look so cool in couture. he was perfect in my naive eyes. i remained quiet because i didn't know how to respond, as listening to his complaints was the last thing on earth i thought i'd do. to this day i regret not saying something comforting to him. he must be scared of the suddenly darker future, of having to question his own capability. i wanted him to know he could lean on us a little and not pushed himself so hard. i swear it was at the tip of my tongue. instead of being upset to find out that his perfect image was nothing but an image i created myself, i was glad to finally see the real man trapped inside. while his words were what i remembered first, they weren't what i remember most, for i'll never forget seeing the face of an exhausted man who's worn out by time, admitting- perhaps for the very first time- that he's just a human afterall. i'd never be able to say this as clearly in my mother tongue, nor would he ever be able to understand, but my dear daddy, if ever you feel like you could no longer go on, i want you to know that i'll be there to take the baton from your hands and whisper to you the two words that took me forever to say: "it's okay."

hold so dear

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 14:44:00 +0000

(unbranded top, nastygal draped jacket, blaque label skirt, brian atwood shoes)

when i was younger i had this silly imagination of what i think being a grown- up would mean. it involves living as barbie and being rich enough to afford a pair of designer shoes per month. laugh as you may, but didn't we all wish that we'd known better than that? how i wish i had the power to tell my past what a stupid girl i was. i'm growing older as i'm typing this, and had somehow come up with my latest, hopefully much- improved definition of what growing up might mean. growing up, in my opinion, is very much about accepting the fact that you're gonna laugh less at and with others, frown more about life, and fake more smiles. to grow up means to not only stop believing in santa claus, but to actually become that santa claus to others, and not just on christmas. it means taking more and more burden off your parents' tired shoulders. you're going to depend less and less on people, realize that at some point it's a lonely world after all, and even though you're going to die alone, you can't live without others, because life is messed up like that. and last but not least, to grow up means realizing that none of your body parts will ever be as long as barbie's and that the whole purpose and process of growing older become meaningless if you measure your life with shoes.

ask yourself this

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 20:19:00 +0000

(gifted top worn as dress, f21 lace skirt and necklace, hermes bracelet, ysl pumps, chanel bag)

“the most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. you trade in your reality for a role. you trade in your sense for an act. you give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask."

- jim morrison

i couldn't be the first one to speak up that each and everyone of us has a certain degree of fakeness attached on our backs, could i? i mean, come on, i fake smiles every other day to strangers driving in the next lane and my bizarre classmates whose works i think are beyond my understanding. i fake being nice to people who i know are talking craps about me behind my back. i guess it's just that difficult to be genuine and sincere all the time, and today's world doesn't make it any easier or more possible either. we need to be fake sometimes to survive, to go through stuffs that life constantly throw at us. this next sentence might sound depressing, but i don't think anybody would ever like us if we're 100% ourselves 100% of the time. i don't think i'd even like myself at all if i don't sometimes fake being okay just so a part of me could hang in there a little longer. so dear mr. morrison, as much as i'd love to entertain your idea about freedom, i wish i could tell you that if everybody's being themselves every single second of their lives, chances are there would be wars and conflicts of all scales happening every single day. and to whoever it is that created and popularized the phrase "be yourself," i have a little question for you: are you kidding me?

and on a totally random note, i totally recommend basilico. it's on gandaria city's first floor.

span the miles

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 15:03:00 +0000

(unbranded outerwear, herve leger skirt, house of harlow shades, louboutin bianca slingbacks)

"even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much."

- anonymous

i don't know how many birthdays i have missed since i left jakarta for the city of angels. my heart aches everytime i could only give them my best via facebook, twitter, or blackberry messenger. my friends and family are growing old at the same pace as i am, but we are growing separately. i feel bad because i could only send them birthday videos or voice clips. i am never seen in their birthday photos. yesterday was my best friend's birthday, and i decided to do more this time. it was my busiest week in 2011, but i'm glad i took the time to make her a video that she loved, wrote her eighteen birthday cards, shipped it to indonesia along with a gift i ordered for her since a month ago, and sent her a little birthday cake, because nothing beats the joy of knowing that even when you're not right beside that person, you could still feel the warmth of her smile and be the reason for it. and in the end, it's not only her heart that you touched, but also yours.

now tell me, am i not the luckiest friend on earth?

midst of things

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 05:16:00 +0000

(gifted shawl worn as outerwear, modcloth tanktop, urban outfitters skirt, ysl ring and shoes, chanel bag)

funny how i'm always in front of the laptop but could hardly update my blog. life is tough now, but let's see who's tougher later. and yes, i left my hair uncombed and my face unconcealed by make up in the above photos. talk about variation.

that day of the year

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Tue, 24 May 2011 16:58:00 +0000

(rachel pally dress, only hearts camisole, f21 cuff, christian louboutin shoes, hermes clutch)

"to laugh often and much

to win the respect of intelligent people

and the affection of children

to earn the appreciation of honest critics

and endure the betrayal of false friends

to appreciate beauty,

to find the best in others

to leave the world a bit better,

whether by a healthy child,

a garden patch,

or a redeemed social condition

to know that even one life

has breathed easier because you have lived...

this is to have succeeded."

- ralph waldo emerson

eighteen years, and i am humbled to say that i am not quite there yet.

to better days

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Mon, 16 May 2011 06:40:00 +0000

it's been a while since i last shared something personal on this blog by means of a wall of text instead of photographs. i have just landed back on my bedroom in the city of angels after being away for three weeks, and it doesn't feel great. i, especially, don't feel great. at all. this apartment's too big for a girl to live in all by herself, clearly, but i was forced to make and call this place home. i don't have anybody to talk to or share my bed with. barely 40 hours have passed since i last saw my family and friends, and yet i've missed them like crazy. i get worse with each goodbyes because the 'next time' seems decades away. my keyboard is currently the only one making a sound in this house and i am restless as fuck. i am trying really hard not to call my mom and cry to her like i always did whenever i just got back here because i want her not to worry about me again and again. told my best friends back home that LA is an awesome place, but right now this place feels like crap without them. i feel like crap without them. and yes, i know that ranting about this makes me sound like a completely ungrateful bitch but by all means, please just let me off this time. i am exhausted, i wanna be somewhere else, and i am sick of having to turn on some music so i could at least feel like i'm having company. but to make myself sound less depressed, i am going to feed my mind with better thoughts like how school starts tomorrow, how i am going to reunite with my awesome LA buddies after that, and i'm moving out with a friend in july, so i know that things are at least going to get better, and that all this loneliness and pain is worth being so far away from my family, my more- than- a- decade- long best friends, my little kingdom i call home, and the other half of my heart that i left there.

and so they say

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sun, 08 May 2011 07:31:00 +0000

the last picture was taken after my short lunch with silvia siantar from poisepolish at ippudo ramen. sadly none of the photos came out right. and as you could tell from the photographs, i was in singapore for two days and the only thing i bought was food and more food. the macarons there suck, big time, but i'd go back to food republic for the hokkien mie any day.

make it or break it

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 15:40:00 +0000

(modcloth top, stylesofia skirt, gifted brooch, urban outfitters headband, ysl ring

)

"taurus keep their promises, don't promise until they're sure, and aren't sure until they've checked all the facts."

- zodiacfacts

i don't really believe in astrology, although i am quite fascinated with their accuracy sometimes. but the lame thing about astrology is that they keep repeating the same characteristics over and over again ("stubborn," "patient," "materialistic," and "loyal" being a few of them for us bulls and cows), which is why i was a wee bit delighted to stumble upon this tweet a few days ago, because it is so true of a fact, and yet so new. i don't know about the other taurus, but i didn't realize that i rarely promise anybody anything until after i found this tweet.

to me promises are risky, and if you couldn't fulfill them they technically become lies. i take chances, not risks, simply because i don't believe in the latter. i am awful at lying, and lying makes me feel awful as well. i think promises don't subtract insecurities and doubts. if anything, they double them in the process. promises don't make you responsible, they make you fearful. promises are the naive "forever and ever," while the closest reality sounds more like "for the longest time possible." so what is it about promises that make them so worth it to keep? what is it about promises that keep us breaking and believing in them? is it because as human, we just love to constantly be given hopes and something to have faith in? i guess perhaps some of us are just that kind of people, you know? maybe some of us... we'd still like to believe in forever, even though we know that it's not possible.

remind me again

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 20:20:00 +0000

(love21 blouse, stylesofia bow shorts, american apparel tights, hermes cdc, l.a.m.b shoes, dior bag)

"sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. and there's also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you- sometimes better than you know yourself- is the same person who's been standing beside you all along."

- marion st. claire

the solitude

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 18:59:00 +0000

my mane at its best

a beautiful mistake

you know you want some

i could be ms. outdoorsy too sometimes

birthday card, unused lip balm, and my current favorite shades

the face looks less horrible when the photo's a blur

"if The Life gives you this one choice, would you accept it? would you say yes? The Love don't ask why."

- unknown

if falling in love is supposed to make us feel alive, then why is it that the last time i fell in love, i always felt like dying? i was dying to see him, i was dying for us to see each other, and i was dying to stop having to feel that way. if falling in love is supposed to show us that reality is better than our dreams, then why is it that when i fell in love, i used to constantly tell myself not to wake up? falling in love could be a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me it used to only meant one thing. and it used to only meant someone. guess what? i think that i've fallen out of love for quite a while now, for i've never felt more alive or awake than i am right now.

above all

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 16:33:00 +0000

(on me: elli top, herve leger bandage skirt, f21 bow tights, h&m outerwear, ysl platforms)

(on my sister: elli top, love21 pants, zara bag, dr. martens boots)

"we keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we are curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."

- walt disney

you know how in movies, the coolest characters are the ones who ended up snatching the bride from the altar, cutting their long hair in front of the mirror, or letting themselves be shot to death together with the villains? and the lamest are probably the ones outside the movie, who, like me, are sitting in front of the screen, watching those people doing those things. and while i'd never feel intimidated or inferior with those characters and their cool roles, sometimes i do imagine what it would be like if i were the one who create those characters for people to be amazed at. will i be able to awe people with what i make? will i be able to entertain and cheer people up with what i can do? will i be able to contribute to the society, someway, somehow? i guess that curiosity alone is enough reason to get me going, really, because i know that i want to stay in this battlefield for the longest time possible just to see if a few years from now, i could say yes to the above questions that i have for myself.

towards the light

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 18:15:00 +0000

(plastic island blouse, gifted shorts, mom's outerwear, louis vuitton bracelet, kate spade and ysl rings, l.a.m.b shoes)

to be frank, i don't do new year's resolutions. not because i don't have enough willpower and confidence to tackle them, but because i am a person of countless wants and some of those wants are forever subject to change. some things remain the same, though. i'd always want to get a little closer to living my dream every year, a new pair of shoes every month, and an unlimited strength to last me every day. but it's life, and unwanted things are always bound to happen, like deaths, breakup, goodbyes, fights, and the daily shit that seems to always ruin an otherwise perfect day. at the end of the day, you just have to ask yourself what exactly do you live for. do you live for the unfortunate events, bitterness, misunderstandings, goodbyes, and losses? or do you live for the aftermath, the morning after, the moment where you found yourself getting stronger by the experience, and the time in which you tell yourself, "ah, so this is why seeing thing through to the end is worth it...?" i know i may not be the easiest person to move on from things, but i am definitely not one to waste my short life mourning over the things that are beyond my control and longing for a past that's no longer mine. however, it is also a waste of nerve to deny that i am sometimes too stubborn to let go. i used to get over something i lost by saying that "there are a million fish in the sea," just to tell myself that i will be okay, but deep inside i know that for me, there will always be just one fish... that got lost in the sea of many things.

and i guess the following quote should inspire those who, like me, haven't and won't come up with any resolutions tonight, tomorrow, or in the near future:

"don't beat yourself up for not knowing all the answers. you don't always have to know who you are. you don't have to have the big picture, or know where you're heading. sometimes it's enough just to know what you're going to do next."

- the undomestic goddess, pg. 232

p.s: it's about time that i ran out of excuses. i guess you could say i was too busy hunting for that one fish to update my blog. anyway, i wish your 2010 will end with a bang. xoxo.

so slow down and stop

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 22:57:00 +0000

(zara cashmere top and bow belt, f21 lace skirt, saks fifth avenue flower cuff, and ysl platforms)

"look at us, running around, always rushed, always late. guess that's why they call it the human race. but sometimes, it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place. fate works its magic, and you're connected. every once in a while amid all the randomness, something unexpected happens and it pushes us all forward. and the truth is, what i'm starting to think, what i'm starting to feel, is that maybe the human race isn't a race after all."

- wally mars

my latest self- discovery has allowed me to see that i sometimes settle for less in life. for instance, i find myself getting back to some of the most ridiculously painful heels i have weeks after weeks. i am too lazy to draw my eyeliner perfectly and without crease. i've sadly gotten used to the visible dents all over my blackberry and car bumper. i have adapted myself to wear my wrinkled tees out. long story short, this bitch has finally learned to give the second best thing a go sometimes. the verdict so far? well, while it may not be a life in the fab lane, it is a life very much worth living, and a life good enough for me to smile, sit back, relax, and enjoy the view.

arguably better

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 19:12:00 +0000

(h&m blazer, f21 tee, belt, and headband, mango skirt, gifted ring, romantic cotton necklace, celine wedges)

"to serve people takes dignity and intelligence. and although we serve them, we' re not their servants. what we do does not define who we are. what defines us is how well we rise after falling."

- lionel (maid in manhattan)

i'll make sure that i'll get back to your comments once i'm done with my projects, assignments, and chores... and another round of procrastinating that always come in prior and in between of everything. for the first time, i included a quote that doesn't relate to the verbal content of my post. i simply find it meaningful, and i just watched the movie on dvd last night, so i'm not really straying too far here.

swept me off

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 03:27:00 +0000

(zara top, f21 skirt and ring, unbranded bow brooch and belt, balenciaga bracelet,

gianmarco lorenzi platforms, louis vuitton passy bag)

"and when things start happening, don't worry. don't stew. just go right along. you'll start happening too."

-dr. seuss.

inspired by emily from the infamous cupcakes and cashmere and her sweet little post, i decided to make my own list of the ten simple things that make me smile. it goes as follows:

1. when i wake up with a crystal clear remembrance of my dream.

2. when i hear the footsteps of my sister heading towards our room.

3. when i park my car in less than five minutes.

4. when i spot one or more of my favorite brands of tea on the drink list

(my favorites are fortnum & mason, harney & sons, adagio, and yamamotoyama).

5. when i write a full paragraph without any scratch marks.

6. when my family spare me the last piece of cookie in the jar.

7. when i could not tell the ending of a movie or a novel.

8. when i don't have to salt my food in restaurants.

9. when i could stuff all my purchases in my handbag.

10. when i realize i've memorized the lyric of a song without googling it.

what's yours, folks? :)

the only exception

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 02:31:00 +0000

(unbranded top and shorts, gucci belt, nordstrom headband, lamb platforms, ysl bag)

we laughed together, before we even said 'hi.'

we then parted, before we even get connected.

we wasted our times, before we started treasuring them.

we fought for moments, before we began to cherish one.

we wondered why things felt so wrong, before we figured what's right.

we tried to shorten the distance, before we even began to walk.

we gradually forgot to laugh,

forgot to treasure,

forgot what it feels like to feel so right,

and forgot to take that step.

we wasted our times,

we fought,

we felt so wrong,

and we got tired of the distance.

we then bid our goodbyes,

before we have a chance to say another 'hi.'

and the story has to end here,

because there's no longer 'we,'

from now on,

there's only you, there's only me,

and everything in between... if there's any.

dear you, you'll always remain as my favorite worst nightmare.

don't let anybody- not even me- tell you otherwise.

happy independence day to myself.

for only once

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 09:11:00 +0000

(images courtesy of michelle koesnadi)

“yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope. look well, therefore, to this day."

sanskrit proverb

i like how blogging could open up a lot of limitless possibilities for us these days. take last saturday, for instance. i was chatting with michelle in front of a store and suddenly a significantly older lady approached us and told us that she's a huge fan of our blogs. she asked us to take pictures with her camera before she took her leave. michelle and i kept walking and laughing until i told her, "you know what, that was my first time." michelle smiled and told me that it was hers too. i mean, isn't that just amazing? like, someone somewhere actually cares about you and what you love to do. people like that lady is the reason why i don't want to stop posting photos and jotting down my selfish thoughts. people like michelle and stella, on the other hand, is what makes everything worth the while. <3

(twelvebytwelve top, unbranded scarf as bowtie, zara skirt, f21 ring, mom's belt, hat, bracelet, and bag, christian louboutin platforms)

escalating life

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 04:14:00 +0000

"if you think about it, your favorite memories, the most important moments in your life... were you alone? life's better with company."

ryan bingham- up in the air

i just watched up in the air on dvd the day before my flight to jakarta, and i must say that it is one of my favorite movies now. it's meaningful, simple, original, and left me a permanent impression, which is why i highly recommended it to you all who haven't got the chance to watch it. i heard that inception is mind-blowing as well, but i guess i'll just wait for the dvd-again- since i don't hit the cinemas that frequent. anyway, i'd like to know... what's your favorite movie this year? :)

(f21 top, ring, necklace, and pearl headband, unbranded skirt, mom's waist belt, ysl platforms, miu miu bag)

another moment in time

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 11:21:00 +0000

"now we're back to the beginning, it's just a feeling and no one knows yet. but just because they can't feel it too doesn't mean that you have to forget."

the call- regina spektor

i don't know if you guys could relate to this feeling or not, but i'm currently overwhelmed with joy, though a rather subtle one. it's this feeling i get whenever i feel so secure, knowing where i will be next and where i was before. i feel it whenever i am acknowledged of the fact that in my life, surprises lost in comparison to certainties. it's this thing i get whenever i'm approaching the end, or rather the beginning. it's whenever i know i'm hours away from the familiar faces, the heartwarming hugs, and the priceless smiles. long story short, i feel it whenever i'm getting closer to where i truly belong: home.

credit goes to michelle koesnadi for sharing the website that enables me to get such effect. i'm coming home to you soon, bitch.

not the way that i do

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 05:22:00 +0000

"home is whenever i'm with you."

home- edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros

have you ever fall for the same person twice? i just fell in like all over again for my significant other, for no specific reason. maybe it was the unimportant argument over our favorite band and series. maybe it was how he gives me freedom and a lot of space to be with myself in order to be with him. maybe it was how he despises my affection towards blair, but gave me the above song via youtube, without knowing that the song was featured on gossip girl. maybe it was something else. maybe it was all of them. either way, i fell real hard this time- and i'm glad i did.

huge thanks for all the comments on my new hairstyle and make-up. i tried the no- make up make up this time, using only concealer and compact powder on my face. quite happy with how it turned out, though i could perhaps add a little blush on to enhance my complexion next time.

crown and crumpet tea- set from the aforementioned guy.

(silence+noise dress, max& chloe blu bijoux necklace, f21 bow headband and skinny belt,

gianmarco lorenzi platforms, bottega veneta purse)

and then there's us

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 07:10:00 +0000

"in two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year....do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? i always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it."

the great gatsby

i've neglected my blog long enough for you to throw rocks at me or hack my account, and yet i can't thank you enough for the attention and support that i am continuously showered with. your e-mails, comments, tweets, and subscriptions are what keeps me going. i opened my blog today and found out that my number of followers have rocketed to almost 700. isn't that amazing? i mean, you guys are amazing. i'm not. so if you're reading this, you should keep in mind that a short, superficial, lazy teenage girl in south california is forever keeping you in her prayer.

p.s: the above quote is true to some extent, because i am really going home in about two weeks.

(f21 lace outerwear and cuff, charlotte russe tanktop, unbranded lace undergarment, urban outfitters headband,

j crew flower sash, miu miu platforms)

there is a wait so long

noreply@blogger.com (t a l i s h a) — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 19:31:00 +0000

golden gate bridge

the view from lombard

pier 39

this restaurant was mentioned by sitta karina in the sequel of lukisan hujan.

twin peaks

union square

sausalito

mama's

"i give up, i give in, i let go, let's begin."
colbie caillat
san francisco is easily one of my favorite cities in the world. not only it is beautiful, urban, windy, classic, and artsy, there is also so much to explore and discover there. silently made a vow to myself that the next time around, it will be a road trip with me behind the steering wheel.

(majority of photos courtesy of mega)