Comparable to Jay & B, Brad & Angelina, Seal & Heidi. ♥
“Bonnie and Clyde of this blog shit.”- L.A.S.
I want her body. Is that too much to ask?
(via kaylittle, omgitsmelly)
No one’s ever really understood the oddity that is Seal and Heidi Klum but such a beautiful oddity so in love can never really be understood, can it?
I’ve been analyzing a few amazing Asian American films in the last month thanks to my wonderful Daoism & Film class, including Crouching Tiger, HERO and most recently, Red Cliff. Each one has been spectacular in its own right and I’m seriously beginning to prefer the Chinese style of cinematography over Western.
Anyway, this familiar face appeared in both Crouching Tiger (where he looks like an Asian Johnny Depp)& Red Cliff so of course I had to IMDB his ass and figure out who this cutie was. I don’t normally think Asian guys are attractive (except TNR) however Chen Chang is quite fly. Not exactly the best actor but definitely worth spending two hours and a monthly Netflix membership to look at!
The scorching heat in LA the last few days have been absolutely demoralizing. I’ve lived out of my boyfriend’s ginormous camo shorts & his wifebeaters because “comfort” and “cool” currently reign supreme over fashion. Please excuse the awkward hand placement.
I’d never considered the concept of an elevated surface in a loft before but this is fucking gorgeous beyond belief. Santa Monica vs. Downtown. The debate rages on.
A clean/clear inbox. Such a liberating feeling. Time to lurk the interwebz for inspiration & a portfolio builder. Have a wonderful day! xo
I mean no offense to religiously devout individuals, but this is what I opened my home page up to two mornings ago. A priest accused of sexual coercion against young male church members. A pope who sexually abused hundreds of disabled youths in his church. Two cases of sexual abuse from two separate religious sects on the front page of cnn.com at the same time. Seriously?
I’m in no way well versed in religion and such but I will say this: I attend a Jesuit Catholic institution. I’ve taken classes in Contemporary Judaism, Contemporary Catholicism and Daoism. My father is a baptized Christian who attends church every Sunday. I come from a loving, functional family who have taught me about compassion and forgiveness. But for these sick fucks, I have no words. Death is too good for them. They deserve to live in public humiliation and disgrace, preferably after having encountered severe amounts of lasting physical pain to constantly remind them of the agony they’ve caused innocent souls.
These are the bastards who make me believe that religion is nothing but mumbo jumbo*. That a “god” doesn’t exist. That the power of the church, any church, is simply for that purpose alone: POWER. Weddings aside, I vow never to step foot inside a church again.
*NOTE: Spirituality, on the other hand, is a whole separate matter.
For some random reason Blogger decided to highlight my humble little site on their home page or a banner or something or other and my viewership has jumped up quite a bit in the last few days. It’s definitely motivation to update more& stay inspired. Thank you Blogger for the love & thank you Scottttt for welcoming me into the 4K club. And of course, thank you to those who’ve been down from day1. I’m looking at you, Eth! :)
I kinda hate myself when there’s a million things I want to write about but seemingly have no time to get it all out in a coherent manner, so I end up reblogging random shit like this. *smacks forehead
10.14.10
Happy 1 year anniversary to my dearest Thomas Neil Rodriguez. Despite the bumps and bruises, there’s no one I’d rather share my life with than him. Hopefully he enjoys this little present (and dinner at Club 33) as much as I’ve enjoyed the last year with him.
oddly enough, i currently have no desire for anything containing starch or a massive amount of carbohydrates. being chinese (and secretly italian) im prone to meals with mountains of rice, pasta and the like but… it all sounds disgusting right now. im craving vegetables, summer salads and fruit pretty much every time my stomach rumbles. awesome, considering id like to drop at least 15 pounds before the end of the year!
it’s been a while but i havent forgotten. thank you all who continue clicking & scrolling & awaiting new posts. sometimes i have to wait before posting because i need to remind myself just how liberated and free and creative i can feel after a short break. as weird as it is, this blog helps keep me together when im broken. it lifts me up when im down. enjoy.
stubbornness and immaturity will be the death of us. life is not black and white, its shades of disgustingly dismal gray, highlighted every so often by colors that emanate from our love. when the love falters and fails, the gray takes over. we must wade through it and fight to find the color again. after all, amber is the color of your energy. i? i am perfect by no stretch of the imagination. but i have been calm, patient and kind more than most twenty year olds would care to be. i know that i cannot give you the world or a birthday in japan next year, but i can give you my heart. my trust. my faithfulness. i can give you the happily ever after you always wanted, and that i never cared to have. i can look past the groupies, the heartache, the exhaustion with a weary smile because… hell, that’s the kind of girl i am. i have been calm, patient and kind. and now, i am tired.
Sometimes I have an inkling to be bad. To smoke Djarum cigarettes and well rolled blunts; to shotgun cheap beers and kick ass at flip cup; to party the night away in Hollywood and stumble home from an all too expensive cab ride; to ruin new Louboutins and buy another pair the next morning. To let go of all pretenses, of all responsibilities, of all that holds me down in this life … and return to the one I just put behind me. Sometimes I think of the mistakes that were made, the regrets that were experienced and the lessons that were learned, but more than anything, I think of the fun that was had. Any twenty-something year old’s dream in Los Scandalous. Drugs, sex and rock and roll. Parties every weekend and then some. We ran the town by association and we’d be damned if we didn’t get ours.
It feels like a lifetime ago now. Even then, even before I knew it, I wanted to be the wifey. The badass bitch that could hold someone down. I fell fast and hard for any prince charming that came to swoop me off my feet because I believed in a happily ever after. And I thought he would too. It left me played out one too many times. Hollyhood stole my soul and refused to give it back. It changed me for the worse. It made me believe in a lifestyle that wasn’t, isn’t real, but I was too naive to understand.
his face alone makes me weak in the knees… let’s not get started on that million-watt smile. ugh. is there anyone more perfect?
He was so happy when I dropped him off at Bark&Bitches during lunch. So happy to be surrounded by other dogs, to be free to pounce on unsuspecting passerby as they walk in, to run around in a big room with lots of toys. So happy. I can’t stop thinking about my little lion and the fact that he won’t be there to welcome me home from work today but… it’s all for the best. No dog can compare to what a gentle giant this guy was. The best dog I could have ever asked for and I’m terribly jealous of the lucky folks who’ll get to adopt him. I miss you my little (Power) Ranger.
You know what happens when you work hard to get everything you’ve ever wanted in your life and the pieces finally start falling together? You settle. You become complacent. You think you can take on the world and while sometimes you’re right, sometimes you get a fucking big ass reality check that destroys your heart. As I write this, Ranger is lying under my desk, acting as the world’s cutest and softest living, breathing foot warmer. I can hear him panting sporadically, and with each breath he takes, my feet rise and fall. I never thought I’d fall in love so fast. So unconditionally. So completely. SO DAMN FAST. It’s been only three days but I’m absolutely smitten with him.
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When I started writing this post, I was uncertain about what to do. Deep down, I knew the “right thing,” I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. A two hour phone call and email exchange with my mom later, she made my come to terms with it. Ranger’s moved to his makeshift blanket/bed behind me but I can still hear his breathing. Tonight will be the last night we spend together. I want to write more, to get it all out there and to reconcile with myself, but I can’t. My heart is breaking and I don’t know what’s what anymore. I feel so fucking lost. So fucking empty. So fucking lonely…
My favorite line? "It requires a heart that’s pure and strong."
Amen to that.
I’m trying a long-distance relationship for the first time. I really care about the girl, but I have always had a hard time keeping it in my pants. I’ve never really cheated - but in this instance I feel like it might eventually happen. Got any advice?
You’re asking a woman who is at this very moment doing her level fucking best to execute a dignified and graceful resolution to a loving and devoted long distance relationship that has, at least for now, run its course.Bad timing, shitbird. I’m about to fuck up your whole world.
A long distance relationship isn’t something you casually try for the first time like Thai food or anal sex. A long distance relationship is something you do because you absolutely motherfuckingly have to, and it’s bittersweet and painful and unbearable and you can’t live without it, which I suppose is still pretty much like Thai food or anal sex, but you get my point.
If all you can say is, “I really care about the girl,” that isn’t even close to enough. You better love that crazy bitch with every last ounce of douche you’ve got coursing through your veins. Otherwise, you’re setting yourself up to fail.
And what’s all this about eventually cheating? Quit planning to fuck up. Fidelity isn’t inversely proportional to distance, asshole. There are no teen sex comedy loopholes in real life.
Feel free to work out an open arrangement, but if you decide to go traditional, you better have the requisite integrity. Keep it in your motherfucking pants, or be honest about the fact that you can’t. It’s that simple.
I just spent a solid, passionate year loving someone across hundreds of miles of pacific coast highway. It was the loneliest year of my life, punctuated by the most blissed-out orgiastic episodes of heroin-grade happiness I’ve ever known.
It’s an unnatural thing to maintain burning desire at a distance. You’ve gotta be an emotional athlete to handle the highs and lows. It requires a heart that’s pure and strong, and brother, I don’t think you’re in shape for it.
I’d wish you good luck, but it’d be wasted on your weak-ass shit. Long distance is for hardcore motherfuckers on fire.
You ain’t ready.
