love like this

Tonight over dinner Joan and I described Fariha her own Korean drama. It would be epic, of course, a fight between her first love and the best friend that will perpetually only be a friend. Her first love would have come back from studying abroad in America (graduated at the top of his class at a most prestigious business school) after have left her alone for years (but as a bonus he'll come back with glasses!) He won't tell her he's back. She will be eating at a cute cafe with the best friend when she spots him. Intense eye contact will ensue as she pretends not to know him. He will saunter over, self conscious; she was his first love after all (first love is HUGE in Korea, it's a love that will never die). There will be an epic power struggle between the guy you know who's good for her and the one who never stood a chance. And so it goes. But luckily in Fariha's drama there won't be anyone giving his eyeballs to her (or his shaved eyebrows wrapped in a lovely box).

It just got me thinking. Why can't I have my own Asian drama? Well, minus the drama part. I'll take a hot Asian & wickedly cute banter but you can hold the cancer and the messy love triangle (sometimes parallelogram). I am easily lost in the world of drama. Not because their realities (well the realities of those actors paid to make my heart swoon) are anything I would really want to experience but because love in drama comes so easy.

There is the initial attraction, bickering, and mishaps along the way, but after four episodes these characters have found the "one". You take the asshole with the heart of gold give him a good girl and suddenly, like magic, he's reformed.

No drama is complete without the hopeless Jihoo Sunbae (who was willing to fail med school, so he could graduate with the main actress the next year) or the jilted ex-girlfriend (Tennis bitch!) Everything is so cliche. The same formula, reused over and over. Yet I feel like whenever I start a new drama I am going on a completely new journey. I get to experience a perfect love once again without getting my own heart broken.

I have been watching a Korean drama called, You're Beautiful. It is heart wrenching, hilarious and my favorite type of crack. In this scene the girl (who is cross dressing as her twin brother in this popular band) realizes fully she is in love with Tae Kyung (who knows she's a girl). She is being recorded for her solo song except the first attempt at singing it comes off as dry. She has no emotions. She had been apart from Tae Kyung for days and desperately missed him. When he walks in the room the emotions come rushing out of her and she belts it. It's one of my favorite scenes so far in this drama and I wanted to share a portion of their fictional love (forgive me Elysse, indulge me!)

tomorrow is another day, my love

The Sun Set From My Window

My window is excellent to daydream out of. If you ignore the screens and the noise off of Kimball avenue, you could do some serious thinking. The sun sets give an appealing glow that bounces off my dimly lit room. You can't help but recline on my bed and admire how beautifully simple it is.

an affair to remember

Sara, Me & Joan

Yesterday was super classy. I hosted the classy party, a black tie event. Not that we wore any black ties. The table cloth set, ipod playing classy tunes (Nat King Cole, Ella, ol' blue eyes...), and potluck of various yummy things. Sara had made little pies, Ashley's stuffed mushrooms (of pure buttery goodness), Joan's scrumptious fried rice, Christine's delectable pasta & my snazzy dip. We oozed class!

We played the best game ever (the one with charades & swans...ahaa.) Joan's midget was priceless, Fariha's hello kitty was to die for, and my Britney Spears/car crash/apocalypse were extreme. It was classy and a TON of fun. At the end of the evening everyone took home their goody bags and it was definitely an affair to remember.

On a completely different side note, I have a new drama LOVE. Not that it's too shocking. I am in LOVE with the whole cast of You're Beautiful (the BEST Korean drama.) But I had to share this photo. Hello Lee Hongki!

Lee Hongki

crack. crack. crack.

"George, I am GAY! If you have to choose, choose me."- An Italian citizen in love with George Clooney.

Right now I'm listening to Korean pop. Fariha is in my room and we are frustrated at blogger. She's rebelling and getting a wordpress (booyahh blogger.)

And we're cracked out.

Energy, why do you leave me?

Sometimes it's just so hard to make sense...like now.

come fly with me

A List

1. Finish watching "Lovely Complex"
2. Actually do conference work
3. Shower
4. Send Caitlin her package
5. Shop for the classy party
6. Learn Korean
7. Refrain from using the words, "epic" & "revolutionary"
8. Start reading the NY Times headlines
9. Get a pet dog named Thor
10. Choose the movies I pay to see more carefully
11. Start looking at my future
12. Fawn over Lee Hongki & the rest of the cast of You're Beautiful
13. Write less letters in class
14. Have my own theme song
15. Think more. Obsess less.

new york, I love you

Really. I do. Do you know who I don't love? Everyone behind the abomination that is "New York, I Love You." It was horrific. There were causalities (mainly our wallets.) We suffered extreme losses, time, money, respect. After "Paris Je t'aime", I thought how a movie about New York love would be wonderful. As a native New Yorker I was genuinely offended. This was most definitely not the New York I know and love. According to this movie everyone in New York smokes. Everyone. Not only do we all smoke, but we always get into a taken cabs. We only go on the subway to think about our recent one-night stands (where virtually, Drea de Matteo is literally the only person in the subway car rethinking her passionate night with a total stranger.) We're not Chinese if we don't own a laundromat. New York apparently has no homosexual love stories, or for that matter any black or Latina women. And bottom line, New Yorkers are just plain weird.

LIES. The movie is full of LIES. It was poorly edited. One of my least favorite story lines (there is heavy competition, since they all are my least favorites.) about a struggling, drug addled artist who goes to Chinatown. There he sees the Chinese herbalist, she's young, she's beautiful, she's his muse. He takes her image in his head, goes to the corner of Henry street and sits in a restaurant. While he eats, he takes a napkin and using soy sauce outlines her face...leaving her almond eyes empty. We now have a Chinese girl drawn in soy sauce...without eyes. He practically stalks her...and prepositions her; he wants her to be his model. She hesitates. He is so inspired that he pops some pills, downs it with Jack Daniels and dies. She goes to find him....but he's dead. She finds her creepy soy sauced portrait, takes a photo of her eyes and PASTES them on the empty outline and stares smugly at it. It is creepy. It is weird. It is gross.

There is a woman who is shown constantly through the movie filming New York on her camcorder. A fake paraplegic who has sex with an (adorable) Anton Yelchin while hanging from a tree (let's not ask questions here...I was beyond disturbed.) A Hasidic Jew & Hindu love story (where she pictures him with the curls and the hat, and he sees her in a wedding sari. Really Mira Nair, really?!) A game of cat and mouse between Rachel Bilson, Hayden Christensen & Andy Garcia (whose screen time gave me a headache because it made ZERO sense.) The strange Julie Christie and Shia LaBeouf dynamic (honestly...what was that ABOUT?) Shia LaBeouf asks her if she is cold...proceeds to tell her he will close the windows...and PLOP, he falls to his death. We cut to a scene of him BLEEDING on the pavement (and why was he crippled?) And let's not forget the struggling writer trying to pick up a hooker. It was discombobulated. It was horrendous. It was NOT my New York. There was so much potential to do something good. To really show the city, but they failed to capture the essence of New York and made us seem like crazies who smoke three packs a day.

The only thing that was adorable was the old couple. Their banter was sharp and romantic. Their celebration of their 63rd wedding anniversary while trying to get to the Coney Island boardwalk was the best thing about this abysmal movie.

Damn false advertising! Never again. I don't need a movie to show me. New York, I will always love you.

blame it on my youth

I need a giant filter for my head. A processor. Something to pull apart facts, details, and the streams of people I meet. I used to be so good with names. Now I'm faltering over people I should know. I want to sound insightful in my everyday life, to make lasting impressions, good or bad.

I am usually wonderful with time management but I just can't manage my social time productively. I wish I had the time to spend it with everyone I want to. I feel people slipping away from me like a scenic ending shot of a movie--the camera just pans further and further away. The scenery is beautiful but that's all it is, there's no more depth in it, and if you blink the credits start to roll. I don't want my relationships to be like credits, just rolling on by to key grip #4. I want to be involved with peoples lives. I want to make those lasting impressions and I will.