Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we will be hungover and bloated.

Instanoms – 2/10/2012-2/12/2012



Winter in LA. Redondo Beach, CA.


Live shrimp.


The real reason to get slippery, slimy live shrimp: fried, crunchy shrimp heads.



SWEET, BUTTERY JESUS. Fresh and sweet with a tub o’ butter to accompany it, of course!



Fruit vinegar soju at Byul Gobchang.


Y’all don’t know what they’re missing out on when they refuse to eat intestines. ADVENTURE TIME!

(Although, granted, when uncooked, the intestines pretty much look like you just threw shriveled penis on to a grill.)


$2 corkage fee at Fritto Misto in Santa Monica, CA. YOU KNOW DAT’S WASSAP.


Fritto Misto appetizer.


Family style & my hot mess pasta plate: pasta with pink sauce, Mediterranean, jumbo ravioli and atomic pasta.


Tiramisu and flourless chocolate chake.

Like a worrying majority of the time for me, it twas an AMAZINGLY fat-fucking-tastic weekend, closed out with all-you-can-eat drink and all-you-can-eat at Gyu Kaku Japanese BBQ. Whoops?



Now we sip champagne when we thirsty.

I went on a TREAT YO SELF binge in the weeks surrounding my 24th birthday/quarter-life crisis, including mid-week mini-vacays, a one-nighter in Vegas & binge eating on a level that can only be described as reckless and cringe-worthy. unfortunately I didn’t get my new camera — another TREAT YO SELF purchase! — until the last week of January but, regardless, a couple goodies:

yoink’d from my friend’s mobile uploads so exsqueeze the quality.

San Deezy with my home beezies. random bar in Pacific Beach, passion fruit ricotta torte at Extraordinary Desserts and my friend’s roommate’s husky/German shepherd mix Kiba ❤ other highlights include deathly $2 well drinks at Flick’s and clubbing at Hillcrest for Welfare Wednesday, ridonkulous portions @ Hash House A-Go-Go, mercury poisoning-levels of sushi consumption at Sushi Deli and $1 oysters and happy hour drinks on Prospect St (the oysters weren’t cold enough and the drinks were disgusting but the La Jolla beach sunset was amazing).

The mystery to America’s obesity problem, unlocked. Hash House A-Go-Go. 3628 5th Avenue, San Diego, CA 619.298.4646

Passion fruit ricotta torte is an epiphany. Extraordinary Desserts. 1430 Union St, San Diego, CA 619.294.7001

Check out Welfare Wednesday with $2 drinks at Flick’s WARNING: MANFLESH 1017 University Avenue, San Diego, CA 619.297.2056 and Rich’s University Ave, San Diego, CA 619.295.2195.

Fresh, cheap sushi and ridiculous drink specials but beware the long wait. Sushi Deli 3. 7986 Armour St, San Diego, CA 858.292.5515

spoiled & lucky. girl you know ah-ah-ah.. BEST BIRTHDAYWEEKEND EVER.

(1) my friends dragged themselves out to a club/bar that can most accurately described as a sweaty hell-pit filled with Asians & AMFs… see my Yelp review here–

(2) Feasted on fall-off-the-bone short ribs and soy bean paste stew at Seungbukdong where my roommate surprised me with flowers, cake and a card–gestures which may appear deceptively simple but knowing it was from one of my best friends in this entire world made it that much more special.

(3) materialistic gloating in 3…2…I GOT AN iPhone!! yes, iAm part of the iCult now. emotions range between sheer terror for its well-being and iPhone-owning induced smugness. thanks, J 🙂

(4) the photo above was taken in downtown LA about a block from the Staples Center… right after watching the Michael Jackson’s Immortal presented by CIRQUE DU SOLEIL. my girlfriends surprised me with VIP tickets and the show was exhilarating and awe-inspiring. rest in peace, MJ. PYT4LIFE, check it. *drop mic* afterwards, one of my best friends from home made the effort to come out with me–even though it was already midnight–for Bitch Bubbly champagne, drinks & tacos in local Old Town Pasadena ❤

#$)@$(343 Busby’s. Busby’s East. 5364 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 323.525.2615

Korean comfort food. Seongbukdong. 3303 W. 6th St, Los Angeles, CA 90020, 213.738.8977


It’s a damn spectacle, that’s what it is. Michael Jackson’s Immortal by Cirque du Soleil., currently on tour.


and yes, that was not all fun&food I had. clearly, I am enjoying funemployment but the 9-to-5 grind will come soon enough and I have the rest of my life to work 😉

by the way, if you aren’t familiar with TREAT YO SELF, then EDUCATE YO SELF and bask in joy & mimosas.


p.s. #mylifeisAsian

bits and pieces of 2011.

the Enchanted Forest.

happy hour in Little Tokyo.

perfect endings. Harry Potter shot @ Barcelona Bar in New York, NY on our last night.


CABO WABO–pristine waters, cheap tequila, drunchie street tacos, way-too-salty resort food, hot mess nights, tan-ass beezies, fireworks on the moonlit beach…


some of the many memorable weekends spent in Vegas–all-girls weekend, poppin’ free bottles; first time with the “home”-ies; HALLOWEEN!!!!

keep Tahoe blue.

Lake Tahoe for Labor Day Weekend 2011.

la pura vida

white water rafting in Costa Rica with the fam-bam.

Xmas lights at South Coast Winery in Temecula, CA.

to Life, the Universe & Everything.

Carl Sagan’s wife after his death.

When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.


To the delight of my readership consisting of exactly zero persons, I have decided to revive my super top-secret blog! methinks J Pauly D said it most articulately–“YYYEEAHHHH, buddy!” 


behold this majestic coiff.

phew… first post. hardest part is over.