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summer style guide

rohini and i are constantly approached for fashion advice.* as you saw in our previous post, we’ve come a long way since high school, rohini especially with her days of noisy athletic pants and arizona brand sweatshirts far behind her. for everyone’s benefit, we put our stylish heads together during our last reunion and came up with a few helpful summer wardrobe tips.

a great summer hat

if your head is of a normal cranial size like rohini’s (and unlike my own), show it some attention by accessorizing it with a nice summer hat. your face will appreciate the shade and it’s a quick fix for a bad hair day. you can find this beauty of a hat at your local massively commercialized hipster establishment, also known as urban outfitters.

don’t let the afternoon rain showers keep you from being your cheerful summer self. get a bright raincoat.

just because the sun is out of sight, it doesn’t mean you have to cower behind some drab grey too. brighten everyone’s day with a statement making raincoat and people on the street might even stop to thank you. rohini is seen here wearing a beautiful rain jacket from anthropologie. this particular coat had a price tag with a few too many digits, and suffice it to say rohini was not able to take it home on her summer teacher’s salary (that means no salary).

saving the best for last – make yourself shine with some gold sequin shorts!

sequins aren’t just for new year’s dresses or tops, wear them on your ass too! celebrate a night on the town with these gilded-age inspired bottoms. they’re so fun that you can pair them with a simple black top and be on your way. bonus: shorts, unlike skirts, ensure that no lady parts will go flashing and promise optimal dancing activity. we recommend that you head to the nearest express and take this head-turning pair for a spin.

we hope you enjoyed this post as much as rohini enjoyed posing for it. brave the summer heat in style.

*this statement is completely false. we hope you enjoyed this style lesson anyway.


high school sweethearts

while cleaning out my room I happened to glance through my photo albums to find this gem.


we got hitched and a polaroid camera captured the moment.  til death do us part, baby.

on another note, looking at this picture reminded me that my sense of fashion has come a long way since senior year of high school.  i now know that all cargo pants should be packed up and shipped off to a land of fashion don’ts.  2011 has certainly been a much more fashionable year for rohinianyang than 2006 was, so be on the lookout for our take on this year’s summer styles.

google plus

new to google+?  so are we.

gchat conversation on july 11, 2011
Yang: i dont get google+
  but whatever
Rohini: i don’t fully get it either
  i think it might be easier
  for some things
Yang: ugh why would **** add me
Rohini: well guess what
  you can put him in a loser circle
  let’s make that happen
Yang: loser circle?
  can people see what circle you have them in
 Rohini: nope
 Yang: you’re sure?
 Rohini: yup
  add me to the loser circle
  just to be sure
  (and then promptly remove me)
Yang: i did
  i’m gonna take my time removing you
Rohini: you don’t even want to know the name of the circle i just added to you
Yang: !!!!!!!
Rohini: let’s just say it starts with dirty
  and ends with *unt
our consensus: members of the loser circle are not aware of their membership.

give me a bake

my dearest rohini,

i get it.  you feel bad that you haven’t had the chance to enjoy the amazing (if i do say so myself) baking that i’ve been doing these days. well, last i checked, it takes two people living far apart to make a long-distance relationship, so please spare me your bitterness. you know you’d be my test-taster if not for the several mailing restrictions on perishable goods that stand in our way.

and for the record, i don’t buy your ” i myself am anything but talented in the kitchen.” we both know that if you could just force yourself to pour the cake batter into the pan and in the oven where it belongs and not in your mouth, you’d have some great creations of your own.

so, i’ll gladly accept your proposal but ask that you bake with me. i already have the perfect recipe in mind. we’re going to bake your favorite funfetti cupcakes from scratch (!!!). i sincerely hope you’ll rise to my challenge.

let me eat cake

if you have been on facebook and are friends with yang you have surely been witness to the website titled fortune goodies.  you may have also stumbled upon the website after Googling “adult asian films.”  either way i’m sure you are aware of yang’s second profession: baker.  if not, let me give you a sneak peek.

 original and coconut macaroons

red velvet cupcakes

mini baked donuts with chocolate ganache

cheesy cheez-its

thanks, yang.  thanks for buying a camera that would take pictures of your baked goods and make me salivate in front of my computer screen.*  oh and double thanks for the red velvet cupcakes.  they’re my favorite.  i’m sure you baked them for me…to look at.

perhaps you sense a tone of bitterness in my voice.  if not, let me spell it out for you.  i’m bitter.  as you scrolled past each of these images i’m sure that one thought crossed your mind…mmm, how can i get some?  well i have the same thought, only considering i AM the best friend of the fortune goodie maker you would think i would be fortunate enough to feast on the goods.  fate has dealt me no such fortune.  not one of these impeccably baked, decorated and photographed treats has made it past jpeg form for me.  to add to the misery, i myself am anything but talented in the kitchen.  my idea of baking is eating my roommate’s cookie dough and praying that i don’t get salmonella poisoning.  cruel, cruel world.

i know what you’re thinking.  does yang even know that you want her to bake for you?  well, i’m not one to be rude and obvious about it.  let’s take a look at some of my more subtle clues.

new game: how many m’s will rohini have to use in the word yum before yang gets a clue.

i know what your next thought might be.  yang’s pictures are popular.  a lot of people comment on them.  maybe she wasn’t paying attention to what you wrote.  true.  if only there were were a way to know when someone reads your facebook comments…

oh wait.  there is.  she knows i want her baked goods and she fucking likes it.*

i’ve had it.  a girl can only take so much and my frustration has reached its limit.  either yang bakes me a cake or i will try baking one for myself and burn my apartment down.

here’s my proposal.  i will be in d.c. next wednesday.  that is a full week’s notice to buy whatever flour, sugar and rainbow chip frosting it will take to bake me a cake as fast as she can.  can’t wait, pattycakes.  oh and in case you’re afraid yang might be baked out after making fucking cheez its…she’s not.

thank you, twitter.

friends, join me in my desperate plea.  my request is quite simple.  LET ME EAT (YOUR) CAKE.*

*that’s what s/he said

baby, you’re a firework

to kick off this weekend’s i’m-proud-to-be-an-american festivities, some friends(:-(minus rohini) and i enjoyed a fireworks show by lake anna in mineral, virginia. we too got bit by the patriotic bug (along with several other bugs), so we lit some fireworks of our own (pictured below).

invented in the 7th century by the Chinese (you’re welcome) to ward off evil spirits, fireworks have since become universally synonymous with celebration. we look forward to them at both western and eastern turns of the year, victorious ball games and my future wedding reception. even the nightly shows at the epcot center will never lose their luster. and of course, when we lean in for that first kiss, it’s ‘fireworks’ that we are looking for.

so what better way to celebrate america’s birthday than with this wonderful chinese invention?

the sound of each crackling firework is a shoutout to my heritage. rohini is hit with a similar feeling anytime she sees someone wearing a cashmere sweater.

let’s not forget a favorite rohiniandyang song that will surely be making the rounds on america’s radio stations this weekend.

in closing, i’d like to say that our hearts go out to drought-stricken americans in various parts of the country who will have to go without fireworks this year. but as katy perry shows us, fireworks are inside each and every one of us, although some chests may be more ignitable than others.

we hope everyone is having a happy fourth of july weekend. ours is happy because we are now but 10 days away from reuniting in dc.

the real deal

one of the many joys of summer break (yes, i still have a summer…be jealous) is the ability to watch hours upon hours of mindless television without feeling the slightest guilt over missing other obligations.  side note: yang currently watches the same mindless television that i do.  how she does it while working a full time job and playing martha stewart in the kitchen is a mystery to even me.  anyways, of all the mentally stimulating gems i’ve discovered on the tube my favorite category by far is the true to life brand of reality tv shows.  there’s something rather gripping about real people doing real (dumb) things in front of a camera.  anyone who tells you they don’t enjoy reality tv is a dirty liar because no one saw this jersey shore clip and didn’t laugh.

our latest reality obsession is a talent seeking competition with 4 celebrity coaches guiding amateur vocalists to become “the voice.”  what originally drew us to this show?  the sex appeal of adam levine…who knew that tattooed arms and high pitch vocals could be so attractive in a man?  but now if you ask us why we love “the voice” we’ll tell you it’s the amazing talent we’ve seen and the adorable coaching of mr. blake shelton.  wednesday night was the show’s season finale (spoiler alert) and we’re so happy for javier colon, winner of the season’s competition and father of 2 very adorable mixed children.  while we were really pulling for blake’s candidate dia frampton to win it, yang and i are still confident that dia’s unique voice will land her a sweet record deal in the near future.

“the voice” is pretty respectable as far as reality tv shows go.  the performances are entertaining, the artists can really sing and the celebrity judges are actually celebrities (a.k.a. not sharon osbourne).  nearly 12.5 million viewers tuned in tuesday night to hear the best singers from each team duke it out and yesterday’s #1 and #2 tops songs on itunes were both original numbers from the show.  yang and i are clearly not alone in our levine/shelton love nor in our fave new itune downloads.  the voice = quality tv.

quality, however, is not the word i would use to describe the some of the grade d material we used to watch.  sometime after freshman year of high school, fox put together its brightest minds to produce “paradise hotel.”  for those of you who haven’t heard of it, the basic premise of the show is to bring a group of hot, young singles together at a luxurious resort to make magic/sex/magic sex happen.  the show had an odd number of residents so at the end of each week couples paired off to occupy a room together and the last person standing was forced to leave paradise.  then, each week a new resident arrived at the hotel and tried to wedge his/her way between a couple to push some unlucky person out of their room.  the goal of the show: to stay in paradise the longest and win $250,000.  translation: make nice with the opposite sex and put out a little for a cash reward.  incidentally one of the front runners for the grand prize was also the least attractive person both in looks and personality at the hotel.  yang and i referred to him as ugly dave.  if you think we were being harsh, take a look for yourself.

i’m sad to say the show didn’t last past its first season though it did inspire the creation of israeli, danish, swedish, norwegian, dutch and hungarian versions of paradise hotel.

yang and i have definitely upped our standards since the times of paradise hotel.  but not by much.  every monday i commit 2 hours of my life to believing that the bachelor or bachelorette can find true love.  and yang may someday marry a polygamist after watching one too many episodes of sister wives.  don’t judge us please.