Posted 4 months ago

One Night, One Mistake…The Whole World Crumbles

Much have been said about the Deniece-Vhong pandemonium. Warrants of arrest have been issued, the accused have been jailed, and, at least to the majority’s eyes, justice has been served. It’s no longer my intention to add insult to the injury. Nor is it my intention to pinpoint who’s more at fault: the girl believed to have seduced the guy, or the guy accused of forcing himself on the girl. I’m pretty sure none of such—seduction or force—happened. Both of them were old enough to know what they were doing, both of them consented, and both of them regretted it right after.

But what makes this whole hullabaloo so much interesting—save for the fact that it involves a couple of high-profile celebs—is that it’s much too familiar a scenario, something that has maybe happened either to you or the person next to you: One night, one mistake and your whole life falls apart. Seriously, it could have happened to anyone. Remember that one girl who killed an entire family because one night she decided it’s ok for her to drive intoxicated (ok, it’s from a movie, but it happened in real life somewhere)? Or that one person who got mugged and lost everything he had including his wife because one day he decided to buy a lottery ticket? The point I’m driving at: All of life’s greatest tragedies started at one point, with one seemingly harmless decision, during one seemingly ordinary day.  

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When I look back on my life, I sometimes wonder if I took enough risks—enough to warrant an epitaph that says “a life well-lived.” You see, I’ve lived a pretty “straight” life pretty much all my life, I followed all the rules. I did what was expected. I’ve never been in trouble. I could very well be a poster child for that little miss perfect girl you’ve always hated when you were younger. Of course, leading a generally peaceful life had its perks—from being virtually left alone by my parents’ prying eyes to living each day with no death threats or arrest warrants to run away from. But even I must admit: it was pretty boring. Nobody will make a book or a movie with me as the protagonist. I’m too dull, too safe, too bland. Thoughts like this make me question my previous indiscretions. Should I have cut more classes back in high school and indulged in more underage drinking sessions? Should I have professed my undying puppy love to the guy I was crushing despite the high possibility of social rejection? Should I have made more frenemies—and tried to land a spot in the “cool girl” circle? Should I have traveled more during my “alone” years despite the risk of going broke and encountering a drug-dealing pervert? 

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In 3 months, I will give birth to a girl—and she will ask me the same nagging question I have now. Tell me, what do I tell her? 

Posted 10 months ago

One Night

Did you know what you did to me the night you decided to blur the boundaries between you and her? You didn’t just cheat on me, you’ve set me up for a lifetime of disquiet and self-doubt. That even if I leave you and move on, and miraculously muster enough guts to be with another person, I will never love the same way again. I will never be the same person again. Do you understand what that means? It means I will doubt every favorable circumstance, stifle every semblance of affection, and think ill of every genuine act of kindness towards me.  I will feed my mind with poisonous thoughts. I will build impenetrable walls around me. I will look at the world with sullied eyes. I will sabotage my own shot at real happiness. And it’s all because you made a careless mistake, a seemingly harmless act of measuring your manhood against someone else’s standard. Do you understand now what you did to me? Do you know now why something as heartfelt and meaningful as “sorry” won’t make the slightest difference?

Posted 10 months ago

Life Updates

I’m turning 30 in a few days. 

For my birthday, I’m going to go glamping in a desert. 

And then escape to the coast for a very grown-up getaway (read: wine, spa and intelligent conversations about health care and the meaning of life) with my fellow grown-up friends. (You know who you are—don’t you dare lie about your age!)

I started executing my get-rich strategy, which, in layman’s term, means started wrapping my head around stocks, bonds, mortgage and everything that used to make my head ache and nose bleed. 

I’ve just joined a speech club—partly to conquer my fear of podiums and partly to find out how TED speakers can talk for 5 minutes straight without cowering or fidgeting or scratching their hips.

And, as if I’m not busy enough, I joined a children’s book authors club in the hopes of becoming the next J.K. Rowling (hey, a girl can dream).

Next on my to-learn list: sewing, cooking (still wondering how I passed Home Economics class in grade school), Spanish and writing flash fiction (since I don’t think I could ever commit to a full-length novel).

I bought myself a makeup remover—a milestone because it means I started putting makeup on on a daily basis like a normal adult. (If, by makeup, you mean tinted moisturizer and tinted lip balm.) 

I’m also on the market for a comb.

I paid my car in full, which made me officially debt-free…until I purchased my plane fare to Costa Rica last week. Ok, scratch this sentence. 

I’m beginning to hear the call of motherhood (it still sounds like muffled voices, but at least now I know it’s there).

I’m hitting the gym more often now in a week than I ever did my whole life.

I stopped eating pasta, bread, Cheetos and everything good this life has to offer in favor of more adult-appropriate foods like kale, chia seeds, quinoa and black truffle oil.

I lost 7 pounds since.

I’m gaining it all back as I write this post.

Adulthood is so tiring, and I’m not even there yet.

Posted 11 months ago
A note to Walter White, from Hannibal lecter himself!
Anthony Hopkins’s Breaking Bad Fan Letter to Bryan Cranston | Vanity Fair
Dear Mister Cranston. I wanted to write you this email - so I am contacting you through Jeremy Barber - I take it we are both represented by UTA . Great agency. I’ve just finished a marathon of watching “BREAKING BAD” - from episode one of the First Season - to the last eight episodes of the Sixth Season. [Ed note: There are in fact five seasons of Breaking Bad; this might have been wishful thinking.] (I downloaded the last season on AMAZON) A total of two weeks (addictive) viewing. I have never watched anything like it. Brilliant! Your performance as Walter White was the best acting I have seen - ever. I know there is so much smoke blowing and sickening bullshit in this business, and I’ve sort of lost belief in anything really. But this work of yours is spectacular - absolutely stunning. What is extraordinary, is the sheer power of everyone in the entire production. What was it? Five or six years in the making? How the producers (yourself being one of them), the writers, directors, cinematographers…. every department - casting etc. managed to keep the discipline and control from beginning to the end is (that over used word) awesome. From what started as a black comedy, descended into a labyrinth of blood, destruction and hell. It was like a great Jacobean, Shakespearian or Greek Tragedy. If you ever get a chance to - would you pass on my admiration to everyone - Anna Gunn, Dean Norris, Aaron Paul, Betsy Brandt, R.J. Mitte, Bob Odenkirk, Jonathan Banks, Steven Michael Quezada - everyone - everyone gave master classes of performance … The list is endless. Thank you. That kind of work/artistry is rare, and when, once in a while, it occurs, as in this epic work, it restores confidence. You and all the cast are the best actors I’ve ever seen. That may sound like a good lung full of smoke blowing. But it is not. It’s almost midnight out here in Malibu, and I felt compelled to write this email. Congratulations and my deepest respect. You are truly a great, great actor. Best regards Tony Hopkins

A note to Walter White, from Hannibal lecter himself!

Anthony Hopkins’s Breaking Bad Fan Letter to Bryan Cranston | Vanity Fair

Dear Mister Cranston.

I wanted to write you this email - so I am contacting you through Jeremy Barber - I take it we are both represented by UTA . Great agency.

I’ve just finished a marathon of watching “BREAKING BAD” - from episode one of the First Season - to the last eight episodes of the Sixth Season. [Ed note: There are in fact five seasons of Breaking Bad; this might have been wishful thinking.] (I downloaded the last season on AMAZON) A total of two weeks (addictive) viewing.

I have never watched anything like it. Brilliant!

Your performance as Walter White was the best acting I have seen - ever.

I know there is so much smoke blowing and sickening bullshit in this business, and I’ve sort of lost belief in anything really.

But this work of yours is spectacular - absolutely stunning. What is extraordinary, is the sheer power of everyone in the entire production. What was it? Five or six years in the making? How the producers (yourself being one of them), the writers, directors, cinematographers…. every department - casting etc. managed to keep the discipline and control from beginning to the end is (that over used word) awesome.

From what started as a black comedy, descended into a labyrinth of blood, destruction and hell. It was like a great Jacobean, Shakespearian or Greek Tragedy.

If you ever get a chance to - would you pass on my admiration to everyone - Anna Gunn, Dean Norris, Aaron Paul, Betsy Brandt, R.J. Mitte, Bob Odenkirk, Jonathan Banks, Steven Michael Quezada - everyone - everyone gave master classes of performance … The list is endless.

Thank you. That kind of work/artistry is rare, and when, once in a while, it occurs, as in this epic work, it restores confidence.

You and all the cast are the best actors I’ve ever seen.

That may sound like a good lung full of smoke blowing. But it is not. It’s almost midnight out here in Malibu, and I felt compelled to write this email.

Congratulations and my deepest respect. You are truly a great, great actor.

Best regards

Tony Hopkins

Posted 11 months ago

Ok, I’m not so sure I’m ready to eat in a restroom-themed restaurant, but for all the brave souls out there who have a stronger stomach than I do, here’s something you can definitely try!

If you do end up eating here, can you please holler back and let me know if those “toilet seats” actually open up to make way for that “other” function? I’m asking because, you know, it’s always a nuisance to excuse yourself in the middle of a meal to go number 1 (or 2).

Outrageously Themed Magic Restroom Cafe Soft Opens, Serving “Golden Poop” Rice - Mind-Blowing Reveals - Eater LA

Posted 11 months ago

americanexpress:

14 Telling Signs That You Love Your Job (Or Not)

by Dharmesh Shah, Founder and CTO, HubSpot

Click here to read the full article via LinkedIn: http://bit.ly/14Signs

I guess I love my job—now how many people can say the same about theirs?

Posted 11 months ago

americanexpress:

5 Ways to a Pleasurable & Productive Weekend

Posted 11 months ago

Feminists of the World, Would You Go Dutch on Your Engagement Ring?

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Posted 11 months ago

My poor baby. #brokenleg

Posted 11 months ago

yeahwriters:

Are any other yeah writers as amped for Breaking Bad as I am!?!?

Will miss these bad boys.