I think they are both really good actresses, not to mention, drop dead gorgeous. Check out how beautiful they are:
I'm jealous.
And here is my new love: Hunter Parrish from Weeds. So much cuter than Zac Efron.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
My Two New Favorites
Leighton Meester and Penelope Cruz
I think they are both really good actresses, not to mention, drop dead gorgeous. Check out how beautiful they are:
I'm jealous.
And here is my new love: Hunter Parrish from Weeds. So much cuter than Zac Efron.
I think they are both really good actresses, not to mention, drop dead gorgeous. Check out how beautiful they are:
I'm jealous.
And here is my new love: Hunter Parrish from Weeds. So much cuter than Zac Efron.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Art, and Spaceland (and Europe)
I know I know. Where the fuck have I been? Actually... I have no idea. I have no excuse. I quit Johnson-Wilshire and was jobless for about 2 weeks, so I could've written at least 5 blogs during that time. Then I got the marketing position at City of Angels, which takes me about 3 hours max to complete in a day, so that is no excuse either. I guess just the typical shit happened. You get caught up with your so called "busy" life that you don't have time to write. Which brings me to the main topic of this blog, though three topics, really all relates to the middle - ART.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona is my movie of the year. But I do not recommend it if you are not a Woody Allen fan. I am completely biased because I love him, and I love the way he tackles the tricky subject of love. I absolutely LOVED the film. So much that I am now inspired to buy a professional camera and an easel to paint.
Last night my friends and I went to Spaceland to see these three bands and have a late night bite at Weiland's, all for an early birthday celebration for the lovely Jerrard. The first two bands were really cool, but the last one was so lame. So lame to the point where I started daydreaming and trying to take cool pictures with my cheap $90 camera. Lesson learned. That does not fly. Afterwards we proceeded to good old Weiland's for their happy hour garlic fries among plenty of other happy hour delights. Needless to say, I think I can speak for everyone in that we all drove home with major food coma. And hot ass garlic breathe. Mmmm yummy.
While at Spaceland and while under the influence a little bit, I proceeded to do what I always do when I'm watching a band and a little buzzed - talk about how much my REAL dream would be to be in my own band. That I would choose being in a band over working for a fashion magazine. I would choose it over anything. I don't know if that is true though. I only say that when I'm drunk. And then I start bugging Stephen to write music. And then I go home, sleep, wake up the next day, and it's back to the things we have to take care of that day. In this case, cleaning the house for Stephen's friends Browner and Phil who are coming from Ireland tomorrow. But today I feel a stronger urge to actually pursue my art. I am going to call my mom and ask for a fancy camera from the Philippines (cuz it's close to Hong Kong and Japan and they get the latest in technology before we do). I am going to buy an easel and start painting. And I am going to keep playing "Alone" by Heart on the guitar because as cheesy as that song is, play it on the acoustic and feel how pretty and powerful it is. Maybe that will lead to other stuff.
Finally, I want to briefly talk about my love for Europe. I know movies probably romanticize it and make it seem so much more than it is, but I am convinced and believe it is all true. I myself, have only been to Dublin, Ireland, but one step off the plane and onto the streets of Dublin and I'm already in love. And I'm hardly the type of girl to fall in love with a city for its pure beauty alone. Usually, it takes good restaurants, fabulous shopping, good music venues, and fun bars in order for me to approve a city. But the city alone minus all those things is enough to for a girl to wonder why she lives in the United States. I cannot wait to see the rest of Europe, and cannot wait to finally move there one day. I don't know when, but someday, I will. I promise to keep my promise of moving to Europe one day.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona is my movie of the year. But I do not recommend it if you are not a Woody Allen fan. I am completely biased because I love him, and I love the way he tackles the tricky subject of love. I absolutely LOVED the film. So much that I am now inspired to buy a professional camera and an easel to paint.
Last night my friends and I went to Spaceland to see these three bands and have a late night bite at Weiland's, all for an early birthday celebration for the lovely Jerrard. The first two bands were really cool, but the last one was so lame. So lame to the point where I started daydreaming and trying to take cool pictures with my cheap $90 camera. Lesson learned. That does not fly. Afterwards we proceeded to good old Weiland's for their happy hour garlic fries among plenty of other happy hour delights. Needless to say, I think I can speak for everyone in that we all drove home with major food coma. And hot ass garlic breathe. Mmmm yummy.
While at Spaceland and while under the influence a little bit, I proceeded to do what I always do when I'm watching a band and a little buzzed - talk about how much my REAL dream would be to be in my own band. That I would choose being in a band over working for a fashion magazine. I would choose it over anything. I don't know if that is true though. I only say that when I'm drunk. And then I start bugging Stephen to write music. And then I go home, sleep, wake up the next day, and it's back to the things we have to take care of that day. In this case, cleaning the house for Stephen's friends Browner and Phil who are coming from Ireland tomorrow. But today I feel a stronger urge to actually pursue my art. I am going to call my mom and ask for a fancy camera from the Philippines (cuz it's close to Hong Kong and Japan and they get the latest in technology before we do). I am going to buy an easel and start painting. And I am going to keep playing "Alone" by Heart on the guitar because as cheesy as that song is, play it on the acoustic and feel how pretty and powerful it is. Maybe that will lead to other stuff.
Finally, I want to briefly talk about my love for Europe. I know movies probably romanticize it and make it seem so much more than it is, but I am convinced and believe it is all true. I myself, have only been to Dublin, Ireland, but one step off the plane and onto the streets of Dublin and I'm already in love. And I'm hardly the type of girl to fall in love with a city for its pure beauty alone. Usually, it takes good restaurants, fabulous shopping, good music venues, and fun bars in order for me to approve a city. But the city alone minus all those things is enough to for a girl to wonder why she lives in the United States. I cannot wait to see the rest of Europe, and cannot wait to finally move there one day. I don't know when, but someday, I will. I promise to keep my promise of moving to Europe one day.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Sex and the City, Friendship, & Inspiration
So I saw this awesome film. Not with your typical Sex and the City moviegoer, you know, your best girlfriend, your sister, your mom. Nope. Instead I went with Stan. And he turned out to be the best Sex and the City companion ever. When the movie was finished, he was willing to discuss every detail with me, recall all the sad moments that we both cried over, and discuss our favorite characters. Not to mention all the shit we could relate to. So thanks Stan for seeing it with me!
Now onto the movie... I don't want to talk specifics just in case there are people reading this that haven't seen it, but let me tell you, I was an emotional wreck throughout the film. Even as the credits were rolling I was fighting back tears. I couldn't help but think of my best girlfriends and how we are just like the SATC gals, but back when they were in their 20s. There was so much in the film that I could relate to, and I don't mean that lightly. It's as if they took a look into my life and the different emotions and issues that are going on in it and put it in the movie. And not just me either, but all my girlfriends too.
Most importantly it made me realize how much I take my girlfriends for granted. Not everyone has a great set of friends that they can count on no matter how much distance is between them and how much time has passed. I can proudly say that I do. If shit turns to shit and I'm in a super shitty place in my life, I know I will be able to get through it because of them. If I didn't have them, I can honestly say I'd be lost. I am so grateful that I can pick up the phone and call these friends to chat about anything, from the way we shave our coochie hairs to figuring complicated relationship issues out. The other day I was on the phone with Sarah while I was in the shower shaving my cooch. We were discussing both her new man and our upcoming NY trip. Yes it might seem whatever, but it's really everything but that. And before this gets any cheesier than a quesadilla, I will end the girlfriend talk by saying that I really value each and every one of these girls for who they are. A toast to my best girlfriends! To pornographic and vulgar conversations, tears of sadness and tears of joy, and last but not least, companionship for life - you guys are truly the BEST.
Finally, inspiration. SATC inspired me to want to write. I have way too many stories and been through so much weird, crazy yet relatable and normal shit that it should not go to waste. As soon as I quit this retarded job, I'm going to start writing seriously. Not writing the way I am now, where I'm typing fast not putting much thought into my articulation and writing, but real writing, as in writing both to tell a story AND write well. In other words, writing that could take a month or even 6 months to perfectly craft a story into the perfect choice of words.
Moral of this blog: Watch SATC.
Now onto the movie... I don't want to talk specifics just in case there are people reading this that haven't seen it, but let me tell you, I was an emotional wreck throughout the film. Even as the credits were rolling I was fighting back tears. I couldn't help but think of my best girlfriends and how we are just like the SATC gals, but back when they were in their 20s. There was so much in the film that I could relate to, and I don't mean that lightly. It's as if they took a look into my life and the different emotions and issues that are going on in it and put it in the movie. And not just me either, but all my girlfriends too.
Most importantly it made me realize how much I take my girlfriends for granted. Not everyone has a great set of friends that they can count on no matter how much distance is between them and how much time has passed. I can proudly say that I do. If shit turns to shit and I'm in a super shitty place in my life, I know I will be able to get through it because of them. If I didn't have them, I can honestly say I'd be lost. I am so grateful that I can pick up the phone and call these friends to chat about anything, from the way we shave our coochie hairs to figuring complicated relationship issues out. The other day I was on the phone with Sarah while I was in the shower shaving my cooch. We were discussing both her new man and our upcoming NY trip. Yes it might seem whatever, but it's really everything but that. And before this gets any cheesier than a quesadilla, I will end the girlfriend talk by saying that I really value each and every one of these girls for who they are. A toast to my best girlfriends! To pornographic and vulgar conversations, tears of sadness and tears of joy, and last but not least, companionship for life - you guys are truly the BEST.
Finally, inspiration. SATC inspired me to want to write. I have way too many stories and been through so much weird, crazy yet relatable and normal shit that it should not go to waste. As soon as I quit this retarded job, I'm going to start writing seriously. Not writing the way I am now, where I'm typing fast not putting much thought into my articulation and writing, but real writing, as in writing both to tell a story AND write well. In other words, writing that could take a month or even 6 months to perfectly craft a story into the perfect choice of words.
Moral of this blog: Watch SATC.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Math Time!
Ok let's go back to elementary school for some basic Math. Remember when you told the teacher that you just didn't understand why you would ever need Math when you got older? (well at least I did), well guess what? I was dumb and they were right! You use Math EVERYWHERE you go. When you are at In N Out and you have to decide whether to get two burgers or one because one doesn't really fill you up, well i mean i guess it does, but you think you kinda want more, but you know you shouldn't... well bingo! Let's use Math! Let's see here... if i eat one burger, it's probably about 600 calories. if i eat more than 2,000 calories a day i will gain 1 pound a week. if i keep my caloric intake to 1,250 calories or less, i will lose a pound a week. so if i eat two burgers, i can only eat 50 more calories for the rest of the day! Thank you Math! Because of you I can make the life choice of eating 1 In N Out burger to maintain my weight. Teachers you are so on it!
So I have been pondering my life a lot lately - specifically my career. Everyone knows how much I HATE my current job. To me it's just that - a job. Nothing more, nothing less. It pays the bills. It's simple. It's easy. It's doable. But is it fun? Is it my passion? Do I stay longer than I should? Do I wake up excited to go to work? Do I dread Mondays? We all know the answers. And here we are yet again at that crucial part of our 20s - the search for your career. Except I don't consider it just a search for your "Career" - i don't like that word. Instead I consider it a search for your soul. Your heart. Your happiness. Your chocolate soufle cake that you are allowed to have only once a week. Your best orgasm. Your natural alarm clock. Career just doesn't do it. It's so much more than that. The reason it's so hard too is because of the different variables that come into play. And here is where the Math comes in. By the process of elimination, we're going to find me my rainbow sherbet with hot fudge and rainbow sprinkles. But first, let's talk variables.
Let's not kid ourselves and play dumb. We all know the right thing to do. Self help books tell us what to do, our friends tell us what to do, our parents encourage us to do it.. shit, even your priest would tell you the same thing. Who cares about everyone and everything else? We know our damn selves that we want to be doing what makes us happy. Yes we know. But is it really that easy? What about the bills you have to pay? What about your rent? Your past? Your current situation? Person A studied Bio in college but realizes after graduating that she wants to open up her own flower shop. She just really likes flowers. Don't hate on her. But when she was young, she did a few screwed up, retarded things most people her age can probably admit to doing: she had a few one night stands where she THINKS they used a condom, she made out with two girls at the same time, she smoked weed AND drank AND drove and got a DUI, she dated an asshole, or several assholes, meanwhile charging all her expenses on her credit card... to the point that it is maxed out. Ok so now she's all gung ho about her flower shop. But she has an ok job at a Bio Engineering firm as an office assistant. It's helping her pay the bills, but she hates it and spends her days dreaming about putting a bouquet of pointsettias and lilacs together, and how it's such a unique combination that no one has EVER thought of! She knows she is going to start her shop one day, but she wants to take care of her bills first. She can't just up and leave without a master plan. So case in point, even if you know what you want to do, you have to come up with a plan. As great as it sounds to say, just do it! Just quit and move to Vancouver and open up your own flower shop, it's just not that simple. Lucky for flower girl, she knows she wants flowers. Sucks for me, I want this and that and that AND that!
So now we're at the main focus of this blog - using Math and the process of elimination to help me find my rainbow concoction. Here we go:
Ideas I Find VERY Appealing:
What I Absolutely HATE:
So I have been pondering my life a lot lately - specifically my career. Everyone knows how much I HATE my current job. To me it's just that - a job. Nothing more, nothing less. It pays the bills. It's simple. It's easy. It's doable. But is it fun? Is it my passion? Do I stay longer than I should? Do I wake up excited to go to work? Do I dread Mondays? We all know the answers. And here we are yet again at that crucial part of our 20s - the search for your career. Except I don't consider it just a search for your "Career" - i don't like that word. Instead I consider it a search for your soul. Your heart. Your happiness. Your chocolate soufle cake that you are allowed to have only once a week. Your best orgasm. Your natural alarm clock. Career just doesn't do it. It's so much more than that. The reason it's so hard too is because of the different variables that come into play. And here is where the Math comes in. By the process of elimination, we're going to find me my rainbow sherbet with hot fudge and rainbow sprinkles. But first, let's talk variables.
Let's not kid ourselves and play dumb. We all know the right thing to do. Self help books tell us what to do, our friends tell us what to do, our parents encourage us to do it.. shit, even your priest would tell you the same thing. Who cares about everyone and everything else? We know our damn selves that we want to be doing what makes us happy. Yes we know. But is it really that easy? What about the bills you have to pay? What about your rent? Your past? Your current situation? Person A studied Bio in college but realizes after graduating that she wants to open up her own flower shop. She just really likes flowers. Don't hate on her. But when she was young, she did a few screwed up, retarded things most people her age can probably admit to doing: she had a few one night stands where she THINKS they used a condom, she made out with two girls at the same time, she smoked weed AND drank AND drove and got a DUI, she dated an asshole, or several assholes, meanwhile charging all her expenses on her credit card... to the point that it is maxed out. Ok so now she's all gung ho about her flower shop. But she has an ok job at a Bio Engineering firm as an office assistant. It's helping her pay the bills, but she hates it and spends her days dreaming about putting a bouquet of pointsettias and lilacs together, and how it's such a unique combination that no one has EVER thought of! She knows she is going to start her shop one day, but she wants to take care of her bills first. She can't just up and leave without a master plan. So case in point, even if you know what you want to do, you have to come up with a plan. As great as it sounds to say, just do it! Just quit and move to Vancouver and open up your own flower shop, it's just not that simple. Lucky for flower girl, she knows she wants flowers. Sucks for me, I want this and that and that AND that!
So now we're at the main focus of this blog - using Math and the process of elimination to help me find my rainbow concoction. Here we go:
Ideas I Find VERY Appealing:
- being in my own band
- writing my own column
- owning my own business
- being my own boss
- cosmetology school (but only sort of, as like a fuck it, why not kind of thing. I mean i figure, it only takes 10 months, i'm into makeup and hair so why not go pro right
- going back to Storm Talent, my own business
- freelancing
- getting to set my own schedule
- traveling
- an unfixed, constantly changing schedule
What I Absolutely HATE:
- working under someone else, especially when you don't even respect that person
- doing a typical monday-friday, 8-5 job = to me this is HELL. i honestly don't understand how people do it. i feel like a robot. even worse, a slave.
- waking up early
- any office type job - get me out of a cubicle, an office, a desk please!!!!
- doing the same thing everyday
- staring at the computer the whole day
- lame boring co-workers who have nothing exciting or interesting to say
- having no time to do anything for myself because of my robotic schedule
- feeling guilty for calling in sick
Random Thoughts on a Bloody Hot Day
- the D on my laptop is no longer working. you have to Doink it real hard in order for it work. Lame.
- Stan don't get butt hurt cuz you're Lakers didn't win.
- That article i sent yesterday sparked a trip down memory lane. So entertaining, especially for a Friday. I wasn't that busy at work but that article and the string of emails that followed kept me going for at least half of the day. Thanks guys! Let's get this Cabo trip on the road. http://www.newsweek.com/id
/141851?GT1=43001 Check it out, soooo true!!!! - i'm at work right now feeling super freakin sleepy but i should be writing, but i'm not awake enough to write full complete thoughts, that's why this blog is in tidbits.
- last night stephen and had our very first date night! we had dinner at Houston's in pasadena. the prime rib i highly recommend. then we went to go see sex and the city only to find it was SOLD OUT. so we go back to la puente and drive to west covina to see it at that theatre only to find it isn't even fucking playing there. at that point i'm over it so guess where we end up? yup. Target. Good ol' Target. Such an adventure. I walked out of there with way too many things i so did not need. so much for date night. Oh well, like stephen says, it can only get better right?
- after work today i'm going to huntington dog beach because luna deserves an outing. then we're going to have dinner at one of those beach diner's where your dog is allowed to chill at your table, and then hopefully catch Sex and the fucking City at the Puente Hills theatre. If it's still sold out or not playing there or whatever, i'm done with it. forget it.
- i just thought of something i want to talk about, but i will post it in another blog once i'm done with these random thoughts.
- i miss last year when we would go to shows like ALL the time, at least once a week. that was sooo fun. (remember this thought because it goes into my next serious blog)
- i'm in jeans and it's hot.
- i still haven't fully done my makeup. my face is half on.
- tomorrow is celeste's bday and we're going to go to her apt. to watch our UCI shorts that we made when we were in film school, and play board games. can't wait!
- i'm doing pretty well with my money now. that makes me proud and happy.
- i'm sweating.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
THE FUCKING AWESOME FABULOUS BOSTON CELTICS
I'm so sorry once again Laker fans, I really am, but this year, the title belongs to the team that truly deserves it: my new favorite = THE BOSTON MOTHERFUCKING CELTICS!!!!! Seriously, I am their newest number one fan. I now vow to follow all their games next season and hope for more Boston victories to come. Congratulations to all of you!!!! Now let me tell you why they are so great:
- Duh. Paul Pierce, Ray Allen, and Kevin Garnett. Need I say more?
- They are a real team and they work TOGETHER. I don't see any ball hogs or limelight stealers. All I see are people after the same goal.
- Their plays. So fucking good!!! I don't know too much about basketball but even I am impressed by their plays.
- Their drive, ambition, determination - yeah it sounds cheesy and cliche but this team really defines the meaning of those words. You can just see it in their game. They wanted it soooo badly and they weren't going to let anyone take it away.
- Doc Rivers - my kind of coach. Even when the team is leading, he doesn't sit back and relax. He isn't smiling by the 3rd quarter even if the team is leading by 20. He doesn't relax until the end. He continues to come up with strategies and plays and ways to motivate and hype them up even more.
- On that note, the same goes for the team. After each game they won the interviewer would ask, how does it feel to be leading? How does it feel to be leading 3 to 1 knowing no team in NBA history has ever come up from that kind of lead? Paul Pierce said it best, "That means nothing to me, we still haven't won. We're still gonna go out there and play EVEN harder."
Now let's talk about the new heroes in my life, starting with Ray Allen:
Ray Allen - Such an awesome player, but his highlight is his shooting skills. 7 3 pointers, with 4 in a row!!!! Motherfucker. I couldn't even believe as I saw each of them swish right in. So humble too. I love him.
Kevin Garnett - When he was crying I wanted to cry. Such a motivating team player. And fantastic on the court especially with slick plays and shooting as well. I love him.
Last but certainly not least: PAUL PIERCE!!!!! My favorite!!!! I love love love this boy. So much energy, but so much right energy. So good on the court in EVERY WAY. Great shooter, great plays, great passes, fast, never loses energy. I was soooo happy he got the MVP.
Let me not forget the fabulous Rondo. Such a great stealer!!!! Couldn't have done it without him. I know he will get even better.
So it's been decided. Not by choice either. I was literally swept away. It was love at first site. I don't even fucking like sports. I haven't watched basketball in years!!! My initial reason for watching was simple: to have the Lakers go down, don't matter which team does it. The Spurs didn't do it for me, there was no kind of connection. But with Boston, it was immediate. Not to mention Luna is a Boston Terrier and my love is from Ireland. (Celtics, clovers, green - how much more Irish can an American team get?)
Next stop - look up the team's history, all the facts, and really learn my shit. After that it's time to buy a jersey both for Luna and myself.
It's official and it's begun: my love and devotion to the 2008 NBA World Champions = The Boston Celtics.
- Duh. Paul Pierce, Ray Allen, and Kevin Garnett. Need I say more?
- They are a real team and they work TOGETHER. I don't see any ball hogs or limelight stealers. All I see are people after the same goal.
- Their plays. So fucking good!!! I don't know too much about basketball but even I am impressed by their plays.
- Their drive, ambition, determination - yeah it sounds cheesy and cliche but this team really defines the meaning of those words. You can just see it in their game. They wanted it soooo badly and they weren't going to let anyone take it away.
- Doc Rivers - my kind of coach. Even when the team is leading, he doesn't sit back and relax. He isn't smiling by the 3rd quarter even if the team is leading by 20. He doesn't relax until the end. He continues to come up with strategies and plays and ways to motivate and hype them up even more.
- On that note, the same goes for the team. After each game they won the interviewer would ask, how does it feel to be leading? How does it feel to be leading 3 to 1 knowing no team in NBA history has ever come up from that kind of lead? Paul Pierce said it best, "That means nothing to me, we still haven't won. We're still gonna go out there and play EVEN harder."
Now let's talk about the new heroes in my life, starting with Ray Allen:
Ray Allen - Such an awesome player, but his highlight is his shooting skills. 7 3 pointers, with 4 in a row!!!! Motherfucker. I couldn't even believe as I saw each of them swish right in. So humble too. I love him.
Kevin Garnett - When he was crying I wanted to cry. Such a motivating team player. And fantastic on the court especially with slick plays and shooting as well. I love him.
Last but certainly not least: PAUL PIERCE!!!!! My favorite!!!! I love love love this boy. So much energy, but so much right energy. So good on the court in EVERY WAY. Great shooter, great plays, great passes, fast, never loses energy. I was soooo happy he got the MVP.
Let me not forget the fabulous Rondo. Such a great stealer!!!! Couldn't have done it without him. I know he will get even better.
So it's been decided. Not by choice either. I was literally swept away. It was love at first site. I don't even fucking like sports. I haven't watched basketball in years!!! My initial reason for watching was simple: to have the Lakers go down, don't matter which team does it. The Spurs didn't do it for me, there was no kind of connection. But with Boston, it was immediate. Not to mention Luna is a Boston Terrier and my love is from Ireland. (Celtics, clovers, green - how much more Irish can an American team get?)
Next stop - look up the team's history, all the facts, and really learn my shit. After that it's time to buy a jersey both for Luna and myself.
It's official and it's begun: my love and devotion to the 2008 NBA World Champions = The Boston Celtics.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
New York
I'm sorry LA, but I just have to rub this in your mother fucking faces: BOSTON WHOOPED YOUR ASS EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE LEADING 24 FUCKING POINTS!!!! TAKE THAT SUCKERS!!!!!!! YOU'RE GOING DOWN LIKE DOWNTOWN!!!
Ok now that that's over with...
So I'm in New York right now. I really love this city. I am going to try my best to convince Stephen to move here after we get married next year. Here's a brief recap of what we've been doing so far:
Tuesday: Arrived in NY at around 3:15pm. Lots of turbulence when we flew over Iowa and Chicago, but I guess I'm getting used to it because I didn't really freak out. Plus I had taken my medication so that might have been it. Linda picks us up at the airport and we're straight up lugging our luggage around the city. Linda warned me that it was super hot but I didn't believe her because the last time I was in NY, she said it was super cold so I brought all these winter clothes and we get here and it's freakin hot. So I pack semi-hot clothes, but a lot of jeans and pants, and even sweaters. We get off the subway... holy mother. It's like the Philippines. Hot, humid, sticky - the kind where you just stand there and start sweating. Oh my lord. To make things worse, we're lugging the luggage around to her apt. in Brooklyn, which is NOT close to the airport at all. We get to her apt. which she says is on the 2nd floor. I should've known. 2nd floor meant 3rd floor. We get to her apt and I'm drenched in sweat. Ugh. Way too hot. I'm pretty tired so we decide to take a stroll to Williamsburg and get some yummy Brooklyn pizza. After that we go home and Stephen and I pass out. (our flight left at 7:15am that morning and we woke up at 4:30am to be at the airport on time) I wake up about an hour later pumped to go out, when I feel something in my leg that felt like it needed stretching. I stretch out my leg. Wrong move. Holy mother what the fuck is that. I feel this incredible pain in my leg. I freakin pulled my muscle. I sat there freaking out thinking I was going to have to go to the emergency it hurt that bad. Then I gripped my calf muscle and found that it had moved to my lower leg!!!! OMG!!!! So I yelled for Linda to help me and she gets me ice and luckily, that helped numb the pain. So I guess I wasn't used to all the walking. I must be that out of shape. So this entire time in NY, I've been limping like a dumb ass. It's especially difficult when I go down the subway stairs. I've never pulled a muscle before so wow, I didn't think it hurt that bad!!!! Anyway, so we get hungry again and Linda and I get some sushi down the street while Stephen remains passed out.
Wednesday: We start off the day by going to the end of the universe because Stephen has this urge to see Ground Zero. I am completely opposed because I have no interest in seeing rubbish and then getting depressed about the whole ordeal. But we go. Despite the humidity and heat. We get there and all you see is construction. So lame. After that we get lunch at Balthazar in Soho, this yummy French restaurant. Then we go "shopping" in Soho. (Stan you would love Soho). Shopping in quotes because Linda talked me out of everything I was attempting to buy. But it was a good thing bc the only thing I really liked were these to die for shoes at Steven by Steve Madden which everyone agreed were cute but too expensive, and as soon as I left the store I was pretty much over it. So after Soho, (I don't end up buying one thing!) we head to Chinatown to search for fake purses. It was sooo freakin funny bc it's all hush hush now. When we were walking, vendors would straight up ask us if we wanted fake Chanels and Guccis and when we'd say yes, they'd say ok, come here to the back... They take us to what looks like a normal wall and then bam! The wall turns out to be a door and inside are a bunch of fake purses!!! Hahaha. I end up buying this cute Fendi purse. It was so funny bc I ask the girl how much, and she's like, $38. A few minutes go buy and I tell Linda to try to bargain so she asks that girl's coworker how much and the girl says $28. We're like what?!?!? Didn't the other girl just say $38?!?! So Linda gets it down to 25 and it's a deal. After walking into several more undercover rooms with fake purses, we head over to Times Square and take pictures. We chill at a coffee shop and go to the MTV store where I buy a cute mug for work. Finally, we end the night in East Village at this yummy Thai restaurant called Sea. One of the best curries I've ever had. We go home and pretty much pass out.
Thursday (today): Linda had to go to work for a few hours so me and Stephen met up with her after she was done. We went to Whole Foods to grab some lunch and then sat on the grass in Central Park with our food. I loved it so much. We baby watched and dog watched. There was this cute puggle walking with its owner and I say outloud to Linda and Stephen, OMG that dog is so cute I want to steal it!!!! The owner overhears me and gives me this dirty look haha. I yell to him that I was just kidding and didn't really mean it. Hahaha. After the park, we head over to this cookie place that Linda insists is to die for. We get the cookie and then go to this cupcake place. We chill there for a while bc my leg is just killing me. After that, we do some more shopping, then Linda drags us to her school to pick up something that wasn't even there so she made me hurt my leg for nothing. Thanks Linda! After this we head back to Chinatown to meet up with Linda's roommate Sean and her friend Jillian for dinner at this Chinese restaurant called Joe Shanghai's. Linda claims it is to die for. We get there and she orders these weird dumplings that have soup in them. You aren't supposed to just bite into them, you have to suck out the soup first. So weird. Anyway, long story short, no one ends up liking these "to die for" dumplings except me. Hahaha. But the rest of the food was pretty darn good and that's hard for me to say because I hate Chinese food. After dinner we go to Irish Whiskey bar and for a drink and end up getting to catch the end of the game. Damn that game made my night. I'm still smiling about their comeback. Now we're back home and my feet are hella black from the dirty NY streets.
Tomorrow we're going to have lunch with Sean, as in THE SEAN, as in, damn I finally get to meet him. I can't wait!
Ok so I'm straight up hogging Linda's mac so good night and peace out for now. More NY adventures to come...
Ok now that that's over with...
So I'm in New York right now. I really love this city. I am going to try my best to convince Stephen to move here after we get married next year. Here's a brief recap of what we've been doing so far:
Tuesday: Arrived in NY at around 3:15pm. Lots of turbulence when we flew over Iowa and Chicago, but I guess I'm getting used to it because I didn't really freak out. Plus I had taken my medication so that might have been it. Linda picks us up at the airport and we're straight up lugging our luggage around the city. Linda warned me that it was super hot but I didn't believe her because the last time I was in NY, she said it was super cold so I brought all these winter clothes and we get here and it's freakin hot. So I pack semi-hot clothes, but a lot of jeans and pants, and even sweaters. We get off the subway... holy mother. It's like the Philippines. Hot, humid, sticky - the kind where you just stand there and start sweating. Oh my lord. To make things worse, we're lugging the luggage around to her apt. in Brooklyn, which is NOT close to the airport at all. We get to her apt. which she says is on the 2nd floor. I should've known. 2nd floor meant 3rd floor. We get to her apt and I'm drenched in sweat. Ugh. Way too hot. I'm pretty tired so we decide to take a stroll to Williamsburg and get some yummy Brooklyn pizza. After that we go home and Stephen and I pass out. (our flight left at 7:15am that morning and we woke up at 4:30am to be at the airport on time) I wake up about an hour later pumped to go out, when I feel something in my leg that felt like it needed stretching. I stretch out my leg. Wrong move. Holy mother what the fuck is that. I feel this incredible pain in my leg. I freakin pulled my muscle. I sat there freaking out thinking I was going to have to go to the emergency it hurt that bad. Then I gripped my calf muscle and found that it had moved to my lower leg!!!! OMG!!!! So I yelled for Linda to help me and she gets me ice and luckily, that helped numb the pain. So I guess I wasn't used to all the walking. I must be that out of shape. So this entire time in NY, I've been limping like a dumb ass. It's especially difficult when I go down the subway stairs. I've never pulled a muscle before so wow, I didn't think it hurt that bad!!!! Anyway, so we get hungry again and Linda and I get some sushi down the street while Stephen remains passed out.
Wednesday: We start off the day by going to the end of the universe because Stephen has this urge to see Ground Zero. I am completely opposed because I have no interest in seeing rubbish and then getting depressed about the whole ordeal. But we go. Despite the humidity and heat. We get there and all you see is construction. So lame. After that we get lunch at Balthazar in Soho, this yummy French restaurant. Then we go "shopping" in Soho. (Stan you would love Soho). Shopping in quotes because Linda talked me out of everything I was attempting to buy. But it was a good thing bc the only thing I really liked were these to die for shoes at Steven by Steve Madden which everyone agreed were cute but too expensive, and as soon as I left the store I was pretty much over it. So after Soho, (I don't end up buying one thing!) we head to Chinatown to search for fake purses. It was sooo freakin funny bc it's all hush hush now. When we were walking, vendors would straight up ask us if we wanted fake Chanels and Guccis and when we'd say yes, they'd say ok, come here to the back... They take us to what looks like a normal wall and then bam! The wall turns out to be a door and inside are a bunch of fake purses!!! Hahaha. I end up buying this cute Fendi purse. It was so funny bc I ask the girl how much, and she's like, $38. A few minutes go buy and I tell Linda to try to bargain so she asks that girl's coworker how much and the girl says $28. We're like what?!?!? Didn't the other girl just say $38?!?! So Linda gets it down to 25 and it's a deal. After walking into several more undercover rooms with fake purses, we head over to Times Square and take pictures. We chill at a coffee shop and go to the MTV store where I buy a cute mug for work. Finally, we end the night in East Village at this yummy Thai restaurant called Sea. One of the best curries I've ever had. We go home and pretty much pass out.
Thursday (today): Linda had to go to work for a few hours so me and Stephen met up with her after she was done. We went to Whole Foods to grab some lunch and then sat on the grass in Central Park with our food. I loved it so much. We baby watched and dog watched. There was this cute puggle walking with its owner and I say outloud to Linda and Stephen, OMG that dog is so cute I want to steal it!!!! The owner overhears me and gives me this dirty look haha. I yell to him that I was just kidding and didn't really mean it. Hahaha. After the park, we head over to this cookie place that Linda insists is to die for. We get the cookie and then go to this cupcake place. We chill there for a while bc my leg is just killing me. After that, we do some more shopping, then Linda drags us to her school to pick up something that wasn't even there so she made me hurt my leg for nothing. Thanks Linda! After this we head back to Chinatown to meet up with Linda's roommate Sean and her friend Jillian for dinner at this Chinese restaurant called Joe Shanghai's. Linda claims it is to die for. We get there and she orders these weird dumplings that have soup in them. You aren't supposed to just bite into them, you have to suck out the soup first. So weird. Anyway, long story short, no one ends up liking these "to die for" dumplings except me. Hahaha. But the rest of the food was pretty darn good and that's hard for me to say because I hate Chinese food. After dinner we go to Irish Whiskey bar and for a drink and end up getting to catch the end of the game. Damn that game made my night. I'm still smiling about their comeback. Now we're back home and my feet are hella black from the dirty NY streets.
Tomorrow we're going to have lunch with Sean, as in THE SEAN, as in, damn I finally get to meet him. I can't wait!
Ok so I'm straight up hogging Linda's mac so good night and peace out for now. More NY adventures to come...
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Guitar
The other night I was in our music room and decided to plug in my acoustic for the first time in a really long time. I always just play without an amp. Anyway, Stephen comes in a few minutes later and plugs in the bass and starts playing along with whatever I'm playing and making up bass riffs to go along with my guitar. Omg it sounded sooooo super cool and soooo much better!!!! It felt like we were in a band. It really made me want to pursue starting my own band even more, and it also showed me how complimentary the two instruments are. And Stephen is just fabulous at any instrument he picks up, so he can pretty much play anything I play AND figure out the bass for it. Man if only we could write music. Stephen can come up with the melodies and riffs but he never seems to finish the songs and I can never come up with lyrics. Everything I come up with feels stupid to me. Plus, I don't prefer the stuff he comes up with. He likes a more mellow feel while I prefer jumpy, getting ready to go out music like The Kills and Arctic Monkeys. So I don't normally feel his melodies. Man it is going to be so hard to really do this. It's just me and him which shouldn't be hard but we can't even agree on the type of sound we want. Even worse, we work all day and by the time we get home we're pooped. But whatever, I'm still determined. I'm already so much better at it then I was when I first started. I just have to keep playing and getting better, especially at lead.
Ok now I'm going to be a bad employee and leave for a little bit to go to the bank and deposit some checks. I'm supposed to be here til 3 freakin o clock but it's only 1:40 and I don't feel like writing anymore. So I'm going to leave real quick then come back to clock out. I'm such a rebel.
Ok now I'm going to be a bad employee and leave for a little bit to go to the bank and deposit some checks. I'm supposed to be here til 3 freakin o clock but it's only 1:40 and I don't feel like writing anymore. So I'm going to leave real quick then come back to clock out. I'm such a rebel.
Sunday Non-Blues
So normally I am depressed and pissy on Sundays. I absolutely HATE Sundays. I think Sunday is the most horrible day ever created. I don't consider it a weekend even though it is a weekend because it's just like any other work night. You still have to go to bed early and you are still dreading the next day. To me, there is just something so blue about Sundays. My personal favorite days are Thursday and Friday. Thursday because it's pretty much the weekend and your energy level is much higher for some reason, and Friday because well duh, it's Friday. This Sunday (today) however, is different.
I am at the hospital "working" again right now, with still about an hour and a half to go. Tomorrow I go into work at Johnson-Wilshire but after that, I am off for the rest of the week!!!! HELL YEAH!!!! Omg you don't know how much I am looking forward to that. I'm going to visit the most amazing person in the universe - the one and only fabulous New Yorker - Linda Trinh!!! I have not seen this girl since winter time, and there is a lot of catching up to do. Plus she is the only one who still hasn't met Stephen! It's going to be soooo much fun and soooo relaxing. I seriously cannot wait. So that's why this Sunday is different.
Yesterday we had the barbecue and wow, it was soooo yummy!!! I'm not really a barbecue type of girl (i prefer restaurant steaks) but yesterday's steak was just as delicious. And sadly, I was unable to convince the gang to watch Sex and the City. Instead we watched The Strangers, which OMG, made me have severe anxiety the entire time. I have not been creeped out by a film in a really long time and this film did a wonderful job of doing that. All scary films should give you that feeling - the heart pounding, covering your ears, closing your eyes to avoid jumping feeling. Such a good movie I definitely recommend it, but not to those who dislike thrillers and being scared because you will definitely be scared.
My mom is such the bestest. Not only did she prepare all the lovely food and entertain all my friends, but she came with us to watch The Strangers too! Haha. It was sooo random but soooo cool. My dad is pretty awesome as well. In his own way. Haha. Those who know him know what I mean lol.
Yay New York I CANNOT wait!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am at the hospital "working" again right now, with still about an hour and a half to go. Tomorrow I go into work at Johnson-Wilshire but after that, I am off for the rest of the week!!!! HELL YEAH!!!! Omg you don't know how much I am looking forward to that. I'm going to visit the most amazing person in the universe - the one and only fabulous New Yorker - Linda Trinh!!! I have not seen this girl since winter time, and there is a lot of catching up to do. Plus she is the only one who still hasn't met Stephen! It's going to be soooo much fun and soooo relaxing. I seriously cannot wait. So that's why this Sunday is different.
Yesterday we had the barbecue and wow, it was soooo yummy!!! I'm not really a barbecue type of girl (i prefer restaurant steaks) but yesterday's steak was just as delicious. And sadly, I was unable to convince the gang to watch Sex and the City. Instead we watched The Strangers, which OMG, made me have severe anxiety the entire time. I have not been creeped out by a film in a really long time and this film did a wonderful job of doing that. All scary films should give you that feeling - the heart pounding, covering your ears, closing your eyes to avoid jumping feeling. Such a good movie I definitely recommend it, but not to those who dislike thrillers and being scared because you will definitely be scared.
My mom is such the bestest. Not only did she prepare all the lovely food and entertain all my friends, but she came with us to watch The Strangers too! Haha. It was sooo random but soooo cool. My dad is pretty awesome as well. In his own way. Haha. Those who know him know what I mean lol.
Yay New York I CANNOT wait!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Welcome!
Hello everyone, and welcome to my new blog site! I'm going to try to write in this at least 4 times a week, so check back often for new blogs.
Right now I am at City of Angels Medical Center (my weekend job) with 5 minutes left before clocking out. After this I'm going home for a bar-b-cue. The boys are all coming over and my mother is making steak and all this other good stuff. I got the Wii Fit as one of my bday gifts from Stephen, (it is fucking awesome by the way), and neither Jeff, Jerrard, nor Stan have tried it yet so we're going to have some Wii Fit fun! Then hopefully, if things go my way, I can convince them all to watch the Sex and the City movie with me! We'll see about that...
Ok time to go (thank God). Peace out and I'll write more tomorrow!
Right now I am at City of Angels Medical Center (my weekend job) with 5 minutes left before clocking out. After this I'm going home for a bar-b-cue. The boys are all coming over and my mother is making steak and all this other good stuff. I got the Wii Fit as one of my bday gifts from Stephen, (it is fucking awesome by the way), and neither Jeff, Jerrard, nor Stan have tried it yet so we're going to have some Wii Fit fun! Then hopefully, if things go my way, I can convince them all to watch the Sex and the City movie with me! We'll see about that...
Ok time to go (thank God). Peace out and I'll write more tomorrow!
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