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The Perks of Being an Open Book

Saturday, June 9, 2012

and wearing my heart on my sleeve.

When I was sixteen, my head was in the clouds for days on end. I was somewhat of an "enigma" (yes I'm calling myself an enigma / I have been told in the past that I'm hard to read and a bit of an enigma or rather I was described as "mysterious"), if you ask me. Because I didn't express myself very much. I didn't voice my opinions either. Maybe it was because I was still young and I had opinions, but didn't know how to articulate them. I just remember that I thought a lot about my future, my goals and interests in life, but I was also going through some teenage angst, which made me inexcusably ungrateful and pathetic. Yes, I can say that I was pretty pathetic. On top of that, I was an academic underachiever - which made everything worse. But it's all in the past and I have definitely grown up a lot in the last eight years - I almost feel like I'm a different person, but in a really good way.

I'm writing this post because I somewhat feel the need to explain, but at the same time, I don't owe anyone any explanation about my openness and how shamelessly uncensored my writing is. In a way, I want to explain, because it might offer you a better understanding of my intentions and thought process, but at the same time, I think everyone has their own reasons and it's their own prerogative to do whatever they want, since the internet gives us this platform to do so.

Since I use to be a closed book, I still would write them, but those thoughts remained private for years. It was to preserve those adolescent ideas of the world and to protect myself from potential ridicule and scrutiny. But having kept those thoughts to myself, I was able to begin to develop and expand my learned ideas of life and the world. It allowed myself the chance to become rather heightened in terms of my observation of people around me. I guess this made me the writer I am.

I guess I started to really open up for the first time in 2007, when I moved to London. I went through this transitional and drastic change in environment, therefore, it made me feel the need to write openly about my emotions and observations. It felt liberating to openly discuss my melancholy state of nostalgia. From then on, I started to write very openly and in detail, whilst keeping names anonymous, and staying very true to describing my emotions. In 2008, I experienced heartbreak for the first time in my life, thus I fell into a deep, dark state of forlorn, depression, self deprecation and pity. Yes, see how open I am right now? It feels great!

After that summer, I became increasingly open about my emotions - I started to really wear my heart proudly on my sleeve. Very proudly. But I only really wrote about it. Obviously, I spoke to my closest friends about it, but I mostly wrote about it as a sense of stress release. This is when I discovered that writing is truly the best form of therapy for me. Whenever I felt hurt or heartbroken, I would write and it would relieve me of any heartbreak and disappointment. So I've been writing openly about my emotions for a while now and I've just realized that I've finally become an open book. Back at boarding school, I had wallflower tendencies, but now I wear my heart on my sleeve with pride and dignity.

A few years ago, I was very non communicative during an old relationship, which ended up affecting the quality and longevity of the relationship, but I learned a great lesson from it. If I'm in a relationship, I have to be open to communicate my feelings and just be god damn honest. I'm here to be open about my thoughts and I am very proud to be able to articulate and share my thoughts in such a shameless and fearless manner. I know I may come off a little crazy and off putting, but I just wanted to explain why there are perks to being an open book. I want to be proud of this and I think you can truly be proud of yourself when you are self assured on your own accord.

Wallflower (people)
 
In social situations, a wallflower is a slang term used to describe shy or unpopular individuals who do not socialize or participate in activities at social events. It is most often used to describe someone who stays close to a wall and out of the main area of social activity. The term originated from ballroom dances, where the people who did not wish to dance (or had no partner) remained close to the walls of the dance hall. The wallflower, genus Erysimum, sometimes grows on old walls.

According to the Oxford English Dictionary (2nd ed), the first known usage of the term in this sense was in an 1820 poem entitled County Ball by Winthrop Mackworth Praed. It was originally used to refer to women, and only in the context of dances; more recently the term has been expanded to include men and other social gatherings.

The book The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky is about a young boy who is a shy awkward high school freshman. In this book the term is used in a slightly different sense, but with a fairly similar meaning.

closed book
n.
A person or thing that cannot be known or understood; something unfathomable or puzzling.

be an open book

1. if a person's life is an open book, you can discover everything about it because none of the details are kept secret Like many film stars, he wants to keep his private life private - he doesn't want it becoming an open book.
2. if someone is an open book, it is easy to know what they are thinking and feeling Sarah's an open book, so you'll know right away if she doesn't like the present you've bought her.

From wallflower to open book. 

Fancy Food Friday #1

Friday, June 8, 2012

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fancy food friday: maison premiere, williamsburg Date: Friday, June 8th, 2012
Fellow Foodie: Sasha Sabapathy
Restaurant: Maison Premiere
Neighborhood: Williamsburg (right around the corner from where I live)
Cuisine: Seafood, Oyster Bar
Grand Total: $105.60 + 15% (yep you saw right - so broke)
Dollar Oysters: Monday thru Thursday 4PM to 7PM

Dear New York foodies,

You are cordially invited to my weekly Fancy Food Friday. The goal is self explanatory: every Friday I plan on eating well and eating at different restaurants. I live in New York City, a mecca of fine dining and now I'm finally taking action... finally! Good food deserves good company and I would love to experience it with different foodies with different tastes. If you're interested, let's go!

 
I'd like to think that my lifestyle is a mixture of high and low brow. I enjoy fast food - I'm not joking. I love McDonald's in Hong Kong; I would literally go out of my way for their chicken thigh sandwich. Yum. And at the same time, I love good food and fine dining. I have a huge appreciation for good food and in an effort to participate in life and really experience New York, I've decided to do Fancy Food Friday. I've always wanted to enjoy good food at new restaurants on a regular basis, but fine dining is a pricey endeavor in New York or anywhere. Nevertheless, I have decided that fine dining once a week is acceptable and completely necessary.

My first companion this lovely Fancy Food Friday is Miss Sasha Sabapathy. We went to Benenden (boarding school) together, but we were never really close, since we were in different boarding houses and classes. Since she moved to New York last August, we put in the effort to hang out when weren't busy and we've actually bonded and become close - which is super duper awesome! So tonight, we indulged our bellies in fancy oysters, well actually to be precise we ordered:

1 Aphillanthes rosé (for me) - yes I'm drinking now*
1 Noelle Moratin (for Sasha)
1 "La Petite Mason" Plateau - 6 oysters, lobster (the claw!), shrimp, clams
5 (additional) Sewansecott oysters, East Shore, VA
5 (additional) Blackberry Point oysters
1 Shrimp & Andouille Gumbo

The grand total was $105.60 plus 15% tip. Ouch, but we sure did fancy as fancy as gets. Pretty damn badass if you ask me. Initially, my ideal budget per Fancy Food Friday was $25 (whoa totally under budgeted and estimated), but now I've raised it to $35-40 every Friday, therefore a grand total $140-160 a month. Actually now that I really think about it, I might have to raise it to $50 a week. So yes, tonight's Fancy Food Friday was a success. The oysters were freaking delicious. It's funny, when I was younger, the thought of oysters grossed me out, but now they're such a delicious delicacy. In a perfect world, I would want to eat seafood every two weeks, to be honest.

I have a plan for Fancy Food Friday - not only will I blog about it every Friday, I want to:
- take photos of the food (that's a given)
- take a polaroid with my foodie friend(s) of the night
- instagram, tweet, tumblr, facebook the occasion
- FANCY = WEAR EARRINGS

I used to love and wear earrings all the time; it was kind of my thing, having a plethora of fancy drop earrings. But I stopped wearing them since they feel so uncomfortable sometimes. Now I've decided every Fancy Food Friday, I will wear earrings. My first FFF was a huge success and I want to thank Sasha for being a part of this series and for the great conversation and company. I look forward to bonding with people over great food in this magical city of New York. Bon appetit foodies!

fancy clothes, fancy food, fancy company, fancy life.  

* = I am drinking now. I've decided I want to start drinking wine and wine only. Apparently, rosé agrees with me and I can finish an entire glass now and feel pretty good - and not sleepy or sick. Woo, so proud of myself. Wine culture has always fascinated me, so now it's going to slowly be in a new endeavor of mine. Slowly. We'll see.

fancy food friday fellow foodie: sasha fancy food friday: maison premiere check

Love Letter to the Immortal Self

Thursday, June 7, 2012


"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being." 
― Jack Kerouac

Dear Avalonne, Dear Me, Dear Myself, Dear You,

When asked "how's your love life?", my immediate response is "non-existent?", then I get an even quicker response: "aww that sucks." Does it REALLY suck? Truthfully? NO! I love that I am single. Single and independent. Yes, single and FABULOUS! Exclamation point! (Sex and the City reference, anyone?!) - not to say that taken people aren't fabulous! If I had a pretty piece of eye candy, I'd have my arm wrapped around him forever.

I'd like to think that I pretty much have it together now - now that I'm finally out of that dark, uninspired, unmotivated, existential crisis phase. I am finally in a good place. I'm actually in a very good, creative, articulate and comfortable place. Don't worry, not too comfortable. It just makes me laugh, well chuckle, when people ask me if I'm seeing someone or how's my love life, because it almost seems like a crime if a young woman my age chooses to be single? Please note: I am the true definition of a single gal since I don't date... at all. Carrie and her cohorts shouldn't be considered as single gals, since she dated a plethora of supposedly disposable men. But I guess at a certain age, when you're not in a long term relationship (not married), you are legally considered single. 

Well, I do not in the slightest think that just because I'm single, I'm at all pathetic or... pathetic! I don't feel pathetic at all. I mean sometimes I can't help but feel the urge to question myself, because so many people around me aren't single / are dating / in a relationship / engaged / married. But I slap myself in the face and remember that I don't even want to "see" anyone. Even if he was 6 foot 3 with a gorgeous head of hair with the voice of an angel (guess who this is) or 6 foot tall, also with a gorgeous head of hair, adorable, irresistible British accent, who by day hides behind horn rimmed glasses and by night swings from building to building (this one has to be obvious) - but I'm just currently very content - happy even, to be single and just enjoying my New York adventure.

So it's true, my love life is very much non existent, but I always love to tell people that work is the love of my life. I have no desire to be in a relationship and it's not because I don't have the capacity, I would just rather immerse myself in work and build towards my career goals and ambitions. I am completely goal oriented and therefore have no desire to pursue any romantic entanglements. I don't think that a man can actually fill whatever void I may feel now or in the future. It took me a really long time to build myself up and my own confidence and self assurance, therefore, I will not allow any man to put me down, doubt me or make me feel worthless. I couldn't be happier and this isn't coming from a pathetic, jealous, single female. Please don't even think that any of these thoughts and beliefs come from a misandrist place. I don't hate men. Well, I don't hate men as a gender. But I will admit that I may dislike a certain one or two men of that gender. Promise: I'm not crazy!

But truthfully, I know (deep down) that I am a relationship person and I absolutely love being in a relationship with all the ups and downs, but the most off putting part about a relationship is being with a man who doesn't pull his weight. I absolutely refuse to be with a guy who doesn't put the same amount of effort into the relationship. I'm the type of commitment person, who isn't afraid of "spending the rest of my life with someone" as long as he feels the exact same about me or at least has the capacity to feel that way about another human being. I absolutely love relationships, but I refuse to let any man make me feel disposable and worthless. I would rather be single for a really long time and work on myself and my career. I feel absolutely empowered and in control of myself.

To conclude, I am writing this lovely love letter to myself to remind myself and other people who are feeling [fill in the blank] that there's nothing wrong with being single and/or alone. This is the greatest opportunity ever to make yourself the best possible version of yourself! Please note that I have nothing against relationships or people in relationships. I have the utmost respect for my friends and people in relationships, because being in a relationship is like having another full time job. I would be willing to invest in a relationship, if I could ever date one of the two unnamed gentlemen that I described earlier. But as of now, I'm happy and that's all I wanted to say.

Ever thine,
Ever mine,
Ever ours.


Forever Yours,
Avalonne Hall

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

Monday, June 4, 2012



This man has a point. I will promise myself that I won't be afraid to dream a little bigger and be a little more ambitious and confident. Tom Hardy, you are amazing. Almost forgot this incredibly hilarious line. Made my day. Please enjoy!

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Sunday, June 3, 2012

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the perks of being a wallflower

I am so grateful to have read this incredible book The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which was reintroduced to me by Marissa. Thank you! I remember that night vividly when she mentioned it in conversation. We were walking up Broadway to Union Square and she brought it up and I said I've wanted to read it for a while now. She gave me her copy for my birthday. It was perfect. It changed my life and it has inspired me so much in so many ways. Reading it was such a trip. This isn't just a high school story about any adolescent boy, this coming of age story tells an insightful, reflective and romantic journey of wallflower Charlie. Inspirational and beautifully written. Heartrending and heartfelt.

I don't want to spoil it for anyone who doesn't know about the book or hasn't read it, but it is incredible. I know that movie adaptations will never be as good as the book itself and that's fine, since they are such different mediums, but I want to have faith in the movie, since it was directed by the author Stephen Chbosky. I'm just slightly or rather seriously disappointed in the casting of Sam, because Emma Watson's attempt at an American accent is appalling. Absolutely appalling. No offense. Nevertheless, I think Logan Lerman was perfectly cast as the wallflower we all know and love as Charlie and Ezra Miller as Patrick. The trailer does seem pretty epic and I'm just excited to see such an inspiring story come to life.

September 14th, 2012. And in that moment, I swear we were (are) infinite. ∞