Sunday, November 22, 2009

We Are All Precious

On my list of things that will make me scream if they don't happen: Precious getting at least ONE Academy Award. Or to be more specific, Gabby Sidibe receiving a Best Actress award. Long story short, it's about an overweight pregnant teen living in an abusive home who can't read -- and that's just the half of it. It's basically a story about one of the most downtrodden of downtrodden people. Since I'm a sucker for stories like these (because you know they'll be empowering as hell at the end), I totally saw and loved this.

This sh*t is heavy like it weighs a ton!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Reasons why you wish you were me last week

1. The picture on the left says it all. I turned 13!

2. Ninja Assassin star/Stephen Colbert's arch nemesis Rain, sent me a birthday card! What can I say, international popstars...they love me.

3. My mom's birthday is the day before mine. Every year, I tell her the same thing and it never gets old:"I'm the best birthday present ever." Never gets old, trust me. The restaurant we ate at to celebrate our birthdays was also chosen as "Review of the Day" on Yelp! Maybe my third or fourth review this year chosen. What can I say, Yelpers think I have great taste.

4. launched last week. In addition to being the expert on Asian pop culture and being cute, it's my responsibility to be a vampire expert. Come to me boys.

5. Speaking of blogging, my 10 -Year Blogging Anniversary happened. I've been at this for a decade! Who would've thought I'd go from blogging away my teenage angst to getting paid to talk about stuff I like?

6. The Pac Man. I don't think I need to say anymore about this.

7. My current GPA right now is four-point-OH-MAN, I am awesome.

8. Did I mention it was my birthday last week? This picture captures the essence of how I felt all last week.

I'm not sure if anything can top this, really.

Monday, November 16, 2009


Not gonna lie -- if Lady Gaga and Beyonce invited me for a threesome, I'd say yes. What's the rule about threesomes? Doesn't the third person have to be a stranger? I qualify as a stranger, I think. Before I get too creepy on you, czech out this amazeballs music Beyonce video featuring Lady Gaga, "Videophone." (One of my fave songs from I Am...Sasha Fierce.)

More to talk about soon. Kinda busy, ciao!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

I am feeling so much love!

I love and the whole entire MixrMedia staff! Thank you SOOOO FREAKING MUCH.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

It's My 10 Year Blogging Anniversary

If you've ever wondered why I write such excellent, entertaining, thought-provoking blogposts, it's because as of today, I'm a 10 year blogging veteran.

A decade ago, I fought in a cruel battle where I sided with the handwritten word, but lost and was made a prisoner of the Blogosphere. Yes, a whole sphere. Under the powerful influence of the Blogosphere, I was brainwashed to believe that my Hello Kitty Diary was no longer a vehicle worthy of conveying my own crazy 15 year old thoughts. My Hello Kitty Diary was seized and captured, never to be found again. Or rather, put in a random box hidden in the deep, dark crevices of my room only to resurface just 4 years ago during a search-and-rescue mission for an expensive necklace that belonged to my mom. (She still thinks it belongs to her -- don't tell anyone I have it still.)

Being thrust into the Blogosophere so soon and so fast along with the tragic loss of my Hello Kitty Diary sent me on a downward spiral of e-recklessness and emotional strife. I swore never to love another Hello Kitty Diary again, yet entered many destructive relationships with other blogs. A few months at one blog, a few years at the next, then all of a sudden another blog and then sometimes I wouldn't blog because I was a lazy teenager or college student -- I was completely shameless. Regardless, here I am. Still blogging, but on a professional level. What was once thought of as a loss, is now a complete victory for me.

To commemorate my 10 Year Blogging Anniversary, here is the one blogpost that changed my e-life forever, my very first blogpost at 15:

As you can see, some things just don't change. I still love attention:

2000-2001: Different Variations of Nothing (15 years old)
2001: Different Variations of Nothing II, Different Variations of Nothing III, (16 years old),,
2002-2008: Livejournal
2006-2008: Myspace
2008: Facebook Notes
2008 to present:,,, and this blog obviously.

Cheers to myself for another decade of blogging! Or 5 years. Depends on if I feel like a 15 year anniversary. If you're reading this, feel free to make an e-toast!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Lady Gaga's Bad Romance music video

I am in love with Alexander McQueen. Is it no surprise that I am also in love with Lady Gaga's new Bad Romance music video? I seriously want to live in it.

memory triggers

If my memory were a loaded gun, I'd say that it's a faulty gun with the safety turned off. It fires memories at random, without notice. This evening, I was eating dinner with my brother on the couch watching ABC's Nightline -- an almost daily ritual. As I shoveled a bite of rice with veggies into my mouth, my memory gun fired off to a time that I was having a painfully somber dinner with someone I haven't spoken to in almost 4 years. Not a lot was said or exchanged then. It was one of those dinners.

It was then that I'd wished I'd farted really loudly or accidently belched the most disgusting burp I've ever belched before. Because then, on the couch with my brother tonight, I'd be randomly laughing about something that happened almost 4 years ago. I still do laugh about it, but it would've been funnier and more epic if a fart/burp happened.

Note to self: Do more embarassing things.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Top 10 Not-So-Guilty Pleasures

1. I like to tell people that behind closed doors, I dance around in my underwear to Beyonce. Actually... it's not always behind closed doors. (Calm down, I'd be fully-dressed then.)

2. Celebrity gossip. Don't let me tell you that I need to be on top of it for work. I need to know where Rpattz is at all times. And I do stress, "need to know."

3. Gumball machines. My collection of fake teeth doesn't come from out of nowhere.

4. The real reason why my hair has been kept long for the last 3 years is because I decided that I liked doing the diva head toss better with long hair than short.

5. When I think television networks, I associate the CW network with "quality." Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries...Gossip Girl...Vampire Diaries...Did I mention Gossip Girl? And actually, on second thought -- I just like teen dramas.

6. Ditto when it comes to reality tv shows. I know it's fake, I can't help it, okay?

7. Staying awake at night for no good reason. Sometimes, playing Korean flashgames just seems more appealing than going to sleep, geez.

8. Movies starring Ryan Reynolds.

9. The Twilight Saga and making fun of it.

10. Dancing in the rain. Actually, this is just a filler pleasure. I just think Mike and I look really cute in the picture above from when I went to Florida last year. But for the record, we were really dancing in the rain. (And I miss you Mike and Tuan!!!!)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

pregnancy nightmares/dreams

It's not unusual for me to have pregnancy nightmares. It's not that I'm sleeping around wrecklessly or living a debaucherous life worthy of it's own Maury Povich talkshow episode entitled, "Maury, who's my baby-daddy?!" Getting knocked up, settling down are both things that aren't scheduled to happen anytime soon for me. And actually, I'm so convinced that I ovulate sand.

After much research and endless heart-to-hearts with anyone with a heart, I've come to the conclusion that the pregnancy nightmares are actually good dreams. I place a lot of hope in the idea that these pregnancy dreams are just symbolic of things I'll be creating in the future. Things born out of love.

Right now? I love blogging. I love that my job involves blogging, creating, and inspiring. I've got so much news relevant to this dream that involves what's been going on in the blogosphere, but for now's hush-hush. Or 'suck-suck' with non-sexual connotations. Oh boy, I just dropped a hint with that last sentence.

In other news, why wasn't I born a British popstar? One of my favorite lyrics of the moment come from Cheryl Cole's "Fight for this Love."

"Anything that's worth having, is sure enough worth fighting for. Quitting is out of the question, when it gets tough, gotta fight some more!"

Cheryl Cole - Fight For This Love - Watch more Videos at Vodpod.

And ugh, I love everything she is wearing -- Balmain, much?

Really, body, really?

A cold? What did I ever do to you? (Besides going out this past Halloween and probably partying beyond my limits.) Really, body, really? I hardly ever go out, and this is what I am met with? Sigh.

I get it, I'm getting old.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Me and my larger than life posse

So, for Halloween I dressed up as the Asian version of Gwen Stefani, complete with her posse of Harajuku girls. I roll in style, so my posse's got to be larger than life -- literally.


My love's a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
My love's a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang bang

Something about wheelchair romances

This music video is killing my ovaries so hard. A vespa, cupcakes, a wheelchair romance: What more could you ask for in a cute, pop music video?

This kind of reminds me of a Japanese drama I watched a few years ago called, Beautiful Life. It's about a hairstylist that falls in love with a wheelchair bound woman. It's ranked among my favorites in terms of Asian dramas. If this description compels you to watch it, leave me a comment.

Friday, October 30, 2009

schizo california weather

This is what I wore last weekend -- one of the hottest weekends of the fall season. For this coming weekend, a sundress is out of the question. What's up global warming?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

the expensive jeans challenge

The other day I inspired a friend to devise a new motivational weight loss challenge for me (other than the motivation to be healthy) with the story of my mother's previous weight loss challenge. About 3 years ago, my mother promised me a pair of fancy schmancy designer jeans if I lost X amount of weight. And I did, so I am now the owner of a pair of designer jeans.

Now, this friend of mine who was born and bred here, is still influenced by her parent's culture where it's okay to publicly comment on physical appearance to your face. Which, I don't mind at all. Whenever we meet, she always makes the same comment, "Wow, Jinra did you lose weight? I bet you'd look great if you lost another 5 lbs!"

I've never taken her suggestion.

It's not like I've let myself go, I've managed to maintain the same weight for the last three years. This time around, the comment was made with such force, and gusto: "Wow, Jinra did you lose weight? I bet you'd look great if you lost another 5 lbs. How about I buy you three pairs of jeans if you get down a dress size."

Now we're talking.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Not quite stripper heals

Stella McCartney...this season I think. Image via StyleBubble

Katie Gallagher sketch

TV = <3

The moment I was afforded an actual break this week, my list of priorities were as follows:

- Glee
- The Office
- The Vampire Diaries
- Gossip Girl

What can I say, I majored in Prioritizing. Next on the list is getting my bangs trimmed -- they're becoming a safety hazard. (See: Picture of me posts below.)

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Things you should consider for my birthday

Like a fly, I have dropped off on a lot of social radars as of late. Blame it on work, blame it on school, blame it on ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol. Just kidding about that last one. Don't blame it on the alcohol, it's been awhile since I've had a drink. More on that later.

Surprisingly, people are aware of the fact that I'll be turning a quarter of a century old this November 12. And by people, I mean just one person. In preparation for the most underwhelming event of the century, I've comprised a list of things to consider for my birthday. This is really just for me since I'm sure news of my birthday is spreading like wildfire. I'd like to be prepared in the event that I am asked, "So what do you want for your birthday? What are you going to do for your birthday?

List of Things to Consider for My Birthday
1. Fiber One Cereal:
Yeah, I eat cardboard for breakfast. What of it? Anyway, this shit is expensive. Literally. Don't feel too compelled to buy an econo-sized family pack of this at your local Costco.
2. Anti-aging products:
So, I'm Asian and I look 4 years younger than I really do. I'd like to keep it that way for the next 5 decades.
3. Lady Gaga Tickets:
Yes, please.

Friday, October 16, 2009

everyday me

Everyday me is:
unbrushed hair, vintage men's cardigan, random t-shirt, gloss, black eyeliner, sunscreen, open heart, open mind and Fiber One.

avant garde Kpop boy groups

I love that avant garde fashion is being embraced by Kpop boy groups, such as B2ST. NGL, this song is freakin' catchy:

Marc Jacobs straight in my dreams

Oddly enough, I had a dream last night about designer god Marc Jacobs that didn't involve clothes. I know, I'm baffled too.

In my dream, I was solo at a bar in a Valentino LBD. (WTF?) The bar itself looked like every "Asian-fusion" bar in the world had thrown up on itself; red lights, over-sized fans and white paper laterns, silk embroidered lounge furniture -- the works. I was drinking a girly cocktail. (WTF?! x 100)

While sipping on my cocktail drink in a glass probably from Ikea, I was approached by Marc Jacobs. I played it off like I didn't know who he was. Because I'm cool like that, yanno? (But not really.) He asked me out and I kindly obliged, thinking we'd engage in some gay fashion designer/unsuspecting straight girl activity. A visit to his design studio? A broadway musical show? An invitation to peruse his art collection over wine?

A dream memory lapse later, we're at another bar in a secluded area on our alleged gay fashion designer/unsuspecting straight girl activity. Only, now it's not the gay fashion designer/unsuspecting straight girl activity but a the-gay-fashion-designer-thing-is-just-a-front-designer/completely-surprised-straight girl activity. He's basically spends the night trying to get into my pants. I spent the night projecting my morals and values on him by trying to persuade him to think about his boyfriend and the feelings of the people he's deceived so far.

Oh, the nerve of me.

And there you have my bizarre dream. They don't come often, unfortunately.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Manish Arora Spring/Summer 2010

Love, love, love!

I'm not a player, I don't crush a lot.

This may or may not come as a shocker, but droves of men aren't exactly throwing themselves at me. Sad, but true. It's not that I doubt their ability to, or my powers in alluring droves of men into throwing themselves at me, it's my current lifestyle. No, I haven't given up on good hygiene, exercise or Fiber One. What I do just isn't conducive to obscene amounts of male action.

Let's take my job for example. Working out of your own bedroom can be pretty lonely. I have no one sexy to look at unless I actively participate in Google-ing someone to look at, or refreshing my RSS feed of people I look at on a semi-daily basis. I think most people are well aware of my Robert Pattinson/Alexander Skarsgard/Ed Westwick oogling-googling tendencies. Oogling-googling...did I just make up new slang? I hope so. Anyway, my point is -- oogling-googling (googling-oogling?) just takes too much effort. I'm turning 25 soon. Instant gratification becomes more desirable as I get older...or lazy-er. Your pick.

There's also the school thing. There are so many women aspiring to be nurses, I'm sure that my menstrual cycle has synced up with that of every woman aspiring to be a nurse in Orange County. So, if anyone's ever questioned why I'm not dating anyone it's because living secludes me from men. This doesn't bother me too much, I just wish I had men who were readily available for me to crush on. Could I pay someone by the hour?

Speaking of staying in my room a lot, I think I'm developing a Vitamin D deficiency. It was decided this past weekend that I am officially the palest member of my family. I don't like this one bit -- perhaps me taking exercise outside is in order.

Ed Westwick good profile shots.

My blog is slowly becoming less about me and more about hot men I find attractive. (!!!)

Monday, October 5, 2009

Bathroom glamour/shenanz

Haven't done one of these in awhile. (Me, left. Grace, right.)

All hail Lady Gaga

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Oh hayyyy

A Real Housewives of Atlanta house wife knows I exist.

It's true. I have Twitter proof, but it's more funny than it is worth an actual blog post. Why blog about this? It's been awhile and I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm alive. And I'd never thought celebrities, regardless of what list classification they're on, actually took time to read and respond to their tweets. Given my affinity for the D-List, of course this is something exciting. How exciting is my life? (Don't answer that.) The next question you might have in mind is, "Jinra, praytell...what business have you with reality TV stars?"

Guuuuuuuuurrrrrrrlllllllllllll, Imma tell you.

Ever have one of those days where you get a Miley Cyrus song stuck in your head and you hate yourself the rest of the day for it? Saturday was one of those days. (Unfortunately) Then my friend Gabe responds to this by sarcastically mentioning that he can't get Kim Zolciak's (Housewives of Atlanta) "Tardy for the Party" song out of his head. Kim Zolciak an aspiring popstar? Who knew. (I obviously haven't been on board the Real Housewives train.) Lo and behold, Ms. Zolciak takes notice of it. Then, I selfishly wanted in on the D-List reality TV action so I retweeted saying that I thought the song was catchy. Could you blame me? I was a little jealous. Anyway, this happened as a result:

Yeah, not that exciting. Let this be a lesson that I probably should keep my crazed, "OMG I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!" tweets to random D-List celebrities (American Idol Contestant Anoop Desai) at a bay. I can see why he never responds. Sigh.

On a more exciting note, I'll be relaunching GirlyBubble, this Weds. Oct. 2! I also have another Yelp Elite event coming up this Sunday that I'm excited for -- free champagne/cocktail party and theater show! I've never been so excited for a Sunday.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

hey, so you're lookin' sexy

So, I don't know exactly what went on in this conversation but I'm sure it went along the lines of, "Wow, so you're lookin' good."
"Yeah, you too."

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

I actually had this conversation.

I am not often blessed with the luxury of actually being my age and doing the reckless things that come with being 24. However, when I am blessed, I am blessed. Take for an example an actual conversation I had with a female at a local bar whom within seconds obtained the reputation of being "Tits McGee" among my companions:

Me: I can totally eat a steak and watch open-heart surgery on the Discovery Health channel. No joke.
TM: I'm totally okay with open-heart surgery but when it comes to (TM waves her digits about in the air in jazz-fingers fashion) ligament operations, I totally puke.
Me: Ligament operations, huh. They're probably just as bad as apendage operations.
TM: Yeah, like I wouldn't want my apendage operated on. Now that's serious.

Did I correct her? No.
My next question now is, is knowledge of ligaments, common knowledge? I'd like to think it is.

all the single gentlmen, all the single gentlmen, now put your hands up...

Me saying that I need to watch Tom Ford's "A Single Man" is kind of an understatement:

The cinematography looks beautiful. Not at all as racy or controversial as I would've expected from Tom Ford. Who knows though, it's just a trailer. If not for Tom Ford, Colin Firth and Nicholas Hoult from Skins is in it. Not that I'm into under-aged boys or anything. Sold, sold, sold!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


I love big cock
...tail rings. Plain and simple. What really attracts me is the power and attention they command for only temporarily existing on your finger. If it was a tradition of mine to be dishing out daily fashion advice, today it'd be to wear the hugest cocktail ring you could find for instant power and glam.

The newest cocktail ring in my excessories collection comes straight from the Philippines. My mom happened upon a local craftswoman's jewelry table at the SM Mall in Cebu and picked up that hand-made baby on the left. (That's me pictured also.) The abalone shells that form the cocktail ring's jewel were also found in Cebu. My roots are in this ring. It's easily my most favorite piece of jewelry that I own.

The extreme gold spike cuff is something I found on sale for $5. It's being sold on ebay as a Burberry Prorsum replica for much more. And yes, I just did write a whole post about accessories. Ashamed, I am not.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Yikes, how did I let this happen?

I can't believe the quickness in which this week, this month has arrived. Nothing too sexy to report. I've been made's creative director/managing editor a few weeks ago. Ningin is pretty much an Asian pop culture news site. If you happen to be into entertainment from Asia (Anime, dramas, pop music etc.) czech it out. So far, so good. I'm also currently brainstorming a few online community ideas of that nature, based on my interests. Something big is being planned, but I'm not at liberty to say.

I am however, at liberty to say that my mom is finally back from the Philippines. I didn't ask for anything this time around, but she ended up getting us organic, home grown cacao, dried mangos and locally crafted cocktail rings the size of the state of Texas. Exactly what I've been looking for in recent accessory shopping-pursuits!

The weekend was pretty nice. Minus studying and the month's worth of chores I had to do to convince my mom we haven't been lazy for a whole month. Other than that, I was afforded time to head to Long Beach and downtown Santa Ana to live it up with new and old friends. Jasmine finally came back from her South American trip and I was able to meet up with her. I also finally got to meet one of my bloggers in the flesh. Good times all around.

As you can see, nothing too sexy. I'm ready for the week, that's for sure. Bring it on, week!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Weekend Adventure: LA Fashion District

Angela deflowered my LA fashion district bargain shopping-self this weekend. This isn't to say that I don't live for bargain shopping, I've just never taken advantage of the fashion district's early morning Saturday shopping. Vendors open super early and sell all the fashion goods that for some reason, be it overstocking or a small detail mistake, never made it to a retail store. It was quite an adventure that reminded me somewhat of shopping in Korea. Figures, since 99.9% of them are Korean-owned. Food everywhere, Korean vendors with Engrish names, nothing over $10. I made quite the killing, and even scored some free Korean cosmetic samples. I don't think I ever want to pay full price for anything. LA fashion district, you'll be seeing more of me often.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

People of Walmart

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Slipping into someone elses' vomit

My left knee is now the future home of a small bruise I developed after slipping and falling in someone elses' vomit.

Oh, don't worry. You read that right.
The kicker? It was daytime and I was sober. What kind of sober idiot slips and falls in someone elses' vomit? Me. I can liken the experience to the prom scene from"Carrie" -- only I slipped and blood wasn't poured on me. And no one laughed because surprisingly, I was in some unchartered area of shopping mall corridor leading to the bathrooms. I guess you could say it was the reverse Carrie prom scene, with vomit and no laughing witnesses. (Or witnesses at all.) In my defense, whoever produced the vomit, was something of a mastermind probably out to get unsuspecting, harmless, God-fearing women like myself without ever getting caught. The vomit in question, was watery and had camouflaged itself against the linoleum floor. Slippery-when-wet-signs were nowhere to be found at the scene of the crime.

Still in my reverse Carrie state trying to recover, a cleaning lady watched me, horrified. I was out for blood against retail property owning corporations and all of a sudden, in dire need of a shower. So, I filed a safety complaint. I was told someone will, "take care of it." If there is justice in the world, I'm hoping for a mall shopping spree or a free dinner.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

white eyeliner

I've been meaning to show how I've recently discovered white eyeliner as an eye-widening tool, but unfortunately my phone camera is one big fail. I'd also have to clean my room to find my actual camera.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Post-modern dreaming

Older Sibling Appreciation Day. Does that exist? I think it should.
I don't mind a little appreciation here and there. Especially given the events of early this morning. Long story short, my brother got trashed and never came home to avoid possible DUI charges. Upon receipt of the news, I woke up at 4 am to form a mound of clothing resembling a 6 foot tall 21 year old still living at home, on top of my brother's bed. It sufficiently passed. So much so, that if he was ever gone for extreme amounts of time and I happened to miss him -- that mound of clothing would help me cope with his absence.

Well, not really...but you get it.

Speaking of 'getting it,' I had two weird dreams last night that I don't get. Mostly because they're dreams of me waking up from dreams. I know, I'm so post-modern. The first dream is recurring and I'm dreaming that I'm waking up from a dream only to find that I have hornets buzzing in front of my face. I look to the side to find a hornet hive hanging from my ceiling, just chillin'. Buzzing about and being intimidating like it was going out of style.

When I wake up from my dream where I've dreamt that I've woken up to hornets in my face, my head falls back on something hard. My head was up previously as a natural response to waking up from a dream where you've dreamt you had hornets in your face. When I turn over to inspect what the hardness was/see how Ikea had failed me, I find that I was actually resting upon the naked, hardened pectoral muscle of an adonis. And then I woke up, for real.

Hopefully this isn't God's way of telling me that even if I'm not actually going to be stung by a hornet, I'm still not going to wake up next to an adonis? I don't get it.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

can't sleep

  • So, thanks to the California budget crisis, my cardiokickboxing instructor is actually just a football coach who's never taught a kickboxing class. That's like me teaching a kickboxing class. What is it like having me teach a kickboxing class? Not good.
  • I was douche-y today and had someone introduce me in lab by mentioning I was a managing editor of I don't actually officially start until tomorrow.
  • Not sure if it's obvious, but I don't have a lot going on in the dating department. Or anything at all. Hence, the onslaught of Alexander Skarsgard pictures.
  • Besides that, I have friends who update me often with raucous sex stories. I also attended a wedding not long ago -- I got drunk and made out with the bride's best friend. That'll hold me over until 2012.
  • 7 Eleven's 99 cent iced coffee isn't bad, I just wish it wasn't half creamer.
  • On a superficial note, I saw Zara's Fall 2009 collection in the thread (as opposed to flesh?) and my head exploded and my wallet cried. No damage done obviously because my head exploded.
  • I think praying is effective when people think outside of the box when it comes to answers from God. God's not human, he doesn't communicate like we do.
Now, I am spent. Nite!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Have mercy.

Say hello to Alexander Skarsgård as Fangtasia's Mr. January. Yummy.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

DJ play that song a little louder...

Domestic Wussy

I often like to brag about how I own domesticity. In the book of domesticity, I wrote chapter 10 -- after Martha Stewart, Julia Child, Betty Crocker and my mom, of course. I even own stock in Domestic Inc. There is however, one aspect of domesticity that I am willing to admit defeat. An aspect that completely humbles me because it kicks my ass every time. It also makes me cry like a bitch, literally:

Onion chopping.

Older, much more respectable women trained in the art of onion chopping (my mom) say that it takes time to conquer. It is taking me an abnormally long time. I have reason to believe it's because I get too creative with the stinging-onion-induced tears prevention. Who wears their younger brother's protective airsoft/paintball mask to chop onions?

I do.

This aside, I still think I give good kitchen. I'm just really embarrassing to watch.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009


I may have a serious problem on my hands. I'm awake, way too much. I O.D. on awakeness. For no reason at all. (See post below.) Before this gets out of control, I've made the decision of going to "awake rehab" and it starts at 1 a.m. tonight. Midnight, tomorrow. My ultimate goal is to not be awake past 10 p.m. on weekdays.

Oh, don't mind me...

... I'm just sharing a blissful moment in the park with Robert Pattinson.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Private elementary school reunion

Growing up I was blessed with the most privileged childhood the middle class could offer: Private Catholic school. For 9 years with the same group of kids we lived the Catholic school dream, prepping ourselves to become the best of the best of what society has to offer -- in the most Catholic way possible. Besides my upstanding Catholic morals and values, there isn't much social evidence that shows I attended a private school. My life updates are pretty boring. I'm thinking of these stories to play with at my reunion:

- I invented Twitter.

- I've amassed fame and fortune out of a popstar career in a foreign country.

- I married a professional athlete and am now a trophy wife?

None these are all that desirable, I just thought they'd be the most entertaining. Most likely I'll just stick with the same, 'What have you been up to?' story.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

Send me mail or I'll send you mail

Today was something of an emotional rollercoaster for me. At the same time, I found out that 1) My best friend has to leave the country for good. 2) My dad may lose his job as a mail carrier. Enough time has elapsed to find that my best friend doesn't have to leave the country after all. There is still my dad's situation. I'm thinking of orchestrating a Save Our Post Office Campaign, which would be as simple as sending letters instead of emails for a day. These letters shouldn't be sent for business, but for no reason at all. Just because. It'll urge people to practice penmanship -- because Lord knows we don't do that enough! I'll gladly send anyone a random letter. I'll also gladly receive random letters -- all for the sake of my dad.

Why dating websites aren't necessarily a good idea

Saturday, August 1, 2009

One of many Filipino dad stories: Death by flower?

Proceeding an argument over plumeria flowers and their scents, (don't ask) my dad got to telling me stories about Philippine flowers that bear scents that equate to death. Cadena de amor flowers in the Philippines are notoriously unwanted in places that aren't cemeteries. You can only smell Cadena de amor flowers at night. Despite its sweet scent, the night-time olfactory presence of the Cadena de amor meant that you had to go home or start praying. Or at least stop playing in the cemetery.

If you randomly started to experience wafts of plumeria in places that plumerias aren't usually found, that meant drop everything and run. Plumeria flowers in the Philippines were used to accompany the dead in a casket. Either someone broke into a grave, or someone broke out of a grave. I suppose it's not a good idea to be wearing plumeria scented perfume, for risk of smelling like death?


I'm not quite sure where the image on the left is from but it features a couple wearing traditional Filipino garb, surrounded by Cadena de amor flowers. Nothing says awesome like macabre romance.