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.
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