Distressful Immune System and Wannabe Fashionistas Plus my future Homecoming

Sick. Again. I curse my weak Chinese immune system. Thank the Lord I have internet, or else I wouldn't have found some STUFF. :)

Gorgeous, huh? Dolce & Gabbana, I found on http://www.boutiques.com/, where I am LEMONGRASS BY LING MEI. ^the above picture is my dream dress for Homecoming. Pairings for this? Bright red 50's lipstick, silver dangle earrings (subtle, but small stars of diamonds) and these lovely Christian Louboutin heels. Probably the only age appropiate pair I found for myself. :]

I know it's an absolutely classic 1950's pin-up girl look, and not very ASIAN (teehee.), but it's me. The price is the dark shadow standing between me and my future Homecoming. (w/o a date!) The dress and shoes are $1,650 and $695, respectively. $2,345 in all from the mathematics part of my brain. I might be able to find similar at Macy's, Nine West or online. My small town sucks balls. :P

^this above it my second choice. I'm in 8th grade and planning my 10th grade homecoming....wow. :] Anyway. Marc by Marc Jacobs, quirky design and flattering for small chested girls such as moi. Much more affordable, $179, but in my parents' eyes, it's still a hefty amount of money.

Now onto wannbe fashionistas. Hollister, I repeat, Hollister is not 'amazinnnggg!!' fashion. Aero is not "so freakin' ca-yuttte!!" These are walking billboards, consuming money for their own gain. I do not, will not, plan not to shop there. I repeat, Hollister is not expressing your fashion style. Same styles of clothing in different colors, same Uggs in different colors=barf, puke, gag. I hate Uggs with a ever-burning passion.
All for now.
quirks&birds,
Ling.

The Ballad of Mirror Limes, or My Self-Image.

Definition of Mirror Limes; The sour, deformed self that stares back at you with a frown. Based on 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa" by Panic! at the Disco, of whom I adore greatly. Vocabulary Word of the day; learn it, memorize it, use it.

My self-image problem; HAHA, I'm Asian, I CANNOT be "American" pretty. Apparently I'm cute and pretty, but not enough so for people to stop teasing me. Thank you for the lovely critique, next time you say something to me, I'll rip your balls out.

Useful comebacks;
"Okay. Mhm. Surrre." *pretending to listen to someone.* best if you're rustling through papers or something.

person: "Ew, that is REALLY ugly. Why the hell would you have that?"
you: "You mean your face?"

Fashion tip of the DAY.
Blue eyeshadow RARELY looks good on people. You can turn out as an Avatar extra or stunning sea creature. Not good on pale or fair skinned, DEFINITELY bad on bamboo and darker skin tones. If it is a solid blue, it'll be a Alien like beauty if on darker skin tones (Africans, etc) Don't slather on blue eyeshadow all the way up to your eyebrow. Make it on your eyelid, so it's a very subtle touch to your outfit.

quirks & birds,
Ling.

Progress Report: March 8, 2011.

To: The World.
From: uNkNoWn or Ling.
Subject: Projects with no end.

Fashion designs: What can I say? I am but a failed artist with beautifully thought out designs flying freely around my empty brain, but fingers of pure uselessness, especially when using pencils and playing 'piano'. Wish I could have some sewing lessons. I'll upload my best ASAP.

Writing: Epic + Fail= My Writings. Writer's Block needs to move onto to another victem. I love when I'm the mousetrap, but when it's the other way around, I feel screwed.

School: Failing geometry much? Trig and Quads, I love you. Thanks so much for the great pressure and apprehension you've set upon my weak Asian shoulders.

Friends: My friend got cheated on. I care, but really, it happens everyday, and sometimes humans need to put their 'sufferings' into perspective with the rest of the world.

quirks & birds,
Ling.

My Name Is Ling and I Believe In Albino Unicorns.

Hey there.
My name is not Ling. Nor is it Mei. Nor am I a unicorn. I am not an albino, but being Asian should count for it.

I like to design clothes. I understand it sounds like a childish dream. I KNOW people will demean me because of it. But, Lemongrass by Ling Mei, is what I am, what I hope to be and what my dreams are.

My parents are not in favor of my interest stated above. I really don't give a crap.

I like writing. I like to make people think I am a stereotypical Chinese girl who plays piano with a vigorous passion and MUST get straight A's. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not like that.

So. Follow my blog and potty mouth, or pass over it. I'm ok. I think I'll survive. If one person in the world has read this, I thank you from the bottom of what's left of my heart.

Your MLIA-obsessed, unicorn-believer fashion maniac,
L!nG M3!