Lady Sunday

I had a completely girly day. It’s rare that this happens so I more than welcomed the day’s activities.

First brunch, then lounging at home with the cousin and German bestie, then sushi and sake, then shopping (with the two girls giving me crap for spending an iPad’s worth on clothes and shoes… but me not caring) and also Abs harassing a poor salesman with questions on whether he had restocked 5 minutes after he said he hadn’t and then again and again and again… What about now? And now? How about now?

Then we ended the night with dinner, drinks and a scary movie at home which also included Abs accusing me of being a druggie in front of my parents. Awesome. Funniest part… they didn’t give a rat’s ass besides asking Abs, What’s wrong with you? Lol…We watched the Deadgirl which was awful and might as well have been necrophiliac porn but at least we got to paint our nails while watching it, haha.

And now we’re watching an awful web series on Netflix and the wifey is here too. Kind of in love with this day.

Who needs a boy when I have ladies in my life that are this wonderful? ♥


Filleting Fishies & Monday Rock Outs

I filleted my first trout on Monday night. It’s probably something I should have known how to do long ago, but since I’m Filipino and we usually cook our fishies whole (head and all)—

Mmm... tilapia.

…I just never learned how to do it.

For my first time deboning an uncooked fish (it’s easy enough when it’s already cooked), I think I did a pretty swell job of it. I’m only writing about this because I absolutely need to share this recipe which I got from the Abs Diet for Women. It’s yummy, easy to make and most of all, it’s good for you! If you don’t want to fillet your own trout I’m sure you can ask the butcher at the market to do it for you (I was too shy/too impatient to wait so I grabbed a whole one instead).

What you need:

  • Olive oil
  • Salt & pepper
  • Cornmeal
  • Parsley
  • Trout fillet
  • Green beans
  • Sliced almonds
  • A frying pan
  • A steamer

Heat about a tablespoon of olive oil in the skillet over medium heat. Cover the flesh side of the trout fillet with cornmeal and season with salt and pepper to taste. Place the trout flesh side down in skillet and cook on one side for 4 minutes, flip and cook for another 2 minutes. Plate and garnish with chopped parsley.

In a steamer, cook a cup of green beans (trimmed and cut into bite size pieces) for about 5 minutes. Toss with a teaspoon of olive oil, about 2 tablespoons of sliced almonds, and salt and pepper to taste.

And voilà… Delicioso dinner in under 10 minutes.

For you calorie counters: Calories 372, Protein 20g, Carbs 17g, Total Fat 26g, Saturated Fat 4g, Sodium 48mg, Fiber 5g.

I enjoyed it, my mom enjoyed it and so did my cousin, the self-professed “fat kid,” Abs. So if you like cooking, try it. I promise you won’t be disappointed (unless you hate fish… then sucks for you).

After we scarfed down our dinner we met up with Blue and his cousin to see Steel Panther at the House of Blues. I kept trying to figure out all night why they seemed so familiar until Blue pointed out that they used to be called Metal Skool. DUR. I used to go and see them all the time at Typhoon Saloon in San Diego. Oh the memories… only yesterday did I stand in that crowd of white chicks, short skirts and beer guts as the band spouted vulgarities and insults toward the crowd who loved every second of it. Not much has changed except they may have stepped up their antics just a bit. Or maybe I’m just shocked more now than I was back then. In any case, mucho fun and tomfoolery was had by all.

I'm obviously the blond one.

Now I have to prep my room for the arrival of my lovely and amazing German cohort who lands from NY tomorrow. Also keeping my fingers crossed that Missouri can make it into town as well. ♥

And then… GYM. I really need to find a consistent workout buddy *cough* Wifey *cough* to push me on days such as this when I feel sluggish and not at all in the mood for lifting weights and running my butt off. Gym, gym, gym. Do it, do it, do it.

K. ReadySetGo.

Side Note: I’m totally failing this month at the whole Post a Day thing. Kinda mad at myself, but life distracts (as always). I guess I’ll just have to try harder from now on. :)

Nic Stuff

Sorry for the disappearing act, World Wide Web. I needed a couple of days to get my head screwed back on. It’s not quite there yet, but it’ll have to do.

So updates: I totally failed on counting calories. The last 2 weeks working as a director’s assistant often left me way under my needed caloric intake which just left me feeling stressed out and defeated. On top of it, I didn’t feel very healthy and became rather OCD about my food journal and jotting down every single piece of food or drink that entered my mouth. I think I even gained weight. No bueno.

Instead, I’ve put myself on a balanced and healthy 6-meals a day plan which so far has been working much better. It’s high in protein, fiber, has a good amount of carbs for energy and just enough fats to help promote muscle growth. I’m almost through the Abs Diet for Women book and what I like most about it is that it really explains why carbs and fat are both good and bad for you depending on what types you eat. Most importantly, it contradicts all the dumb diet fads I’ve always been against for years: the low-fat, low-carb diets that actually end up making you gain weight in the end. There are many reasons why this happens but to put it simply, our bodies rebel against us when we aren’t giving them the nutrients that we need. When we put ourselves on low-fat diets or completely take out carbohydrates from out lives, our bodies adjust in order to store more fat so that we’re getting the energy we need for our day to day lives.

I totally cheated on the healthy diet this weekend using my friends in town as an excuse but I think it was worth it. Wilmar and Sarah, two of my closest friends from university (and also the most adorable couple on the planet) were in town to see the Tritones (my old a cappella group) compete at ICCA. I went with them and though the Tritones didn’t place, they seriously rocked the crowd. I’m so proud of them. Their sound now compared to how we sounded back then is rounder, cleaner and much stronger. Wanna hear me back when I was a little 21-year-old? Check, check, check it out:

Addicted – UCSD Tritones 2006-2007

After ICCA, we attempted to go to Mad Bulls but it was far too crowded. While I waited for them there I did have a run in with a Shakespeare looking fellow who asked me if I’ve ever acted and if I wanted to be in his movie. I couldn’t help but be snarky and ask him what kind of movie it was. He surprised me by saying it was a documentary about the dangers of obesity and that I would be used as one of the “beautiful” girls, lol. But let’s be real… he totally wants me to be in a nudie pic. I really wish I had kept his business card because the picture on it was hilarity at it’s finest.

Since Mad Bulls was a bust, we headed back to my place with frozen pizzas, gin, and whiskey where Black Dynamite was waiting for us on Netflix. If you haven’t seen the movie I highly recommend it. It’s one of those films that is made bad on purpose and it does SUCH a great job of it. I’m definitely going to watch it again.

I’d write more but I’m rather tired and I still need to head to the gym for a quick run before bedtime. Work tomorrow on a new commercial though I’ve yet to find out what the commercial is for. Schwing!

Night Time Shenanigans & Day Long Naps

From what I remember of last night, I had mucho fun.

J, L & I got into the bottle of Glenfiddich I had brought over and 3 whiskey neats past midnight we put on our dancing shoes and packed into a cab heading toward Area 33 to meet Mr. Flip for the Good Vibe Productions Pisces Ball. It reminded me of those random underground warehouse parties I used to go to in Brooklyn. All in all a very good time except for the fact that I was a little too chocolate wasted.

After the 3 whiskeys from earlier in the evening I had 2 more gin & tonics upon arrival. I know that’s kind of a lot, but I used to have a really high tolerance. A year ago, at most I’d be tipsy and a bit too giggly. Instead, I ended up past out in Flip’s car on the way back to J’s. We were supposed to go downtown after (I think) but as soon as we got back, I immediately crashed on the couch and was comatose until morning. Still… many a good time. One highlight was telling the Brazilian guy that harassed L & I for our numbers that he definitely looked Filipino and that I thought he was lying. In the morning we all packed into my car and made an attempt to go to the beach just to lay out and take a nap but it was far too cold. The dang weather always thwarts my adventures!

I spent the rest of the day curled up in bed, going in and out of sleep to answer work emails and finish up some pre-pro documents for the tech scout tomorrow. Speaking of which, I have a call time at 7:30 and I still have to finish printing out the production book.

Lo siento, friends but no calorie stories today. Come to think of it, you’re probably actually thankful. Weekends are meant for some indulgence, no?

Night, night & dream well. xx

Making Music, Counting Calories & Lazy Teenage Superheroes

I lied, no 2nd post last night. Bad Ena!

BUT… I had good reason!

After picking someone up from the airport then rushing to the gym to get in my daily workout, I moseyed over to my rockin’ friend Johnny’s apartment to finally hang out and officially meet his lovely lady, Lindy. By the time I got to his place it was 11:40pm and I was wayyy late.

So much fun though. We basically kicked back, busted out the guitars and jammed to our heart’s content. I’m determined to make Johnny start a band with me AND teach me guitar because he’s just cool like that. He attempted to teach me and Lindy (on piano) one of his new songs but my lack of guitar skills stifled me. How hot would it be though with a lady on keys, a lady on guitar and awesome to the max J on lead? SUPER HOT. Like H-A-W-T, kind of hot. Like in your face, oh-so-sexy, scorching as the sun, hot. Yeah… REALLY HOT.

We eventually had to put down the instruments and head over to another friend’s sick loft in downtown LA. Every unit seriously looks like a private eye’s office. I kind of want to bust out my 1950s outfits, knock on his door at the midnight hour with claims of a missing husband/fiancé/boyfriend/whathaveyou. I would totally want to live there if the neighborhood weren’t so shady. When we arrived there were firemen busting into his building. Kind of a hilarious coincidence.

We stayed until around 4:30 when we realized it was way past our bedtimes and headed home. Since I didn’t get back to my place until 5am, I slept in this morning. It was something kind of wonderful to lounge in bed until 11.

My brother is in town visiting from Davis so we decided to head to Barnes & Noble to get some coffee and maybe a few new books. While there I stopped by the diet and exercise section where I decided to bite the bullet and listen to my friends who keep telling me I really need to start counting calories for my workouts to be effective.

I bought two books, The Pocket Calorie Counter and the Abs Diet for Women which breaks down the proper amount of protein/fiber/etc. I should really be eating every day. I know there are sites for this like the site I mentioned a few posts ago, but I stick to things so much better if I have it in hardcopy form right in front of me. It’s harder to ignore I guess. In any case, after reading the beginnings of The Pocket Calorie Counter, I realized I’m probably eating a LOT LESS calories than I need to be (which can partly be blamed on work) which is actually hindering my ability to lose weight since my body counters the lack of caloric energy by storing more fat.

After sitting and doing all the math in my new little food journal (I love moleskin and actually writing out math equations because I’m a nerd) I need to be eating 1771.32 calories per day to maintain my weight. To lose 1 lb. a week I need to cut out 500 calories per day or work off 500 or better yet a combination of the two which means I’ll be cutting my caloric intake to about 1250 calories a day (give or take depending on my workout). I’m also starting a food journal to make sure I eat enough a day. Just thinking about my intake on Friday and Saturday, I was under 1200 on both days which is just sad.

So calorie counting. Wish me luck and here I go!

But before I do, I leave you with the Lazy Teenage Superheroes: an extremely funny & well-executed short film made by Michael Ashton for only $300. There’s cussing, vulgarity, ninjas and herpes jokes. Yeah… thank me later.

Lovey Dovey Day

I’ve never understood people who hate on Valentine’s Day. Yes, it’s a Hallmark holiday built largely upon corporations making an extra buck off of your significant other’s dime. But at the heart of it, it reminds us to slow down for one day and appreciate the person (or people) who love us despite how fat we might get, or if we have a crazy mood swing or if we have a total air-head moment or a multitude of other crappy things about us that for some reason don’t bother our loved ones as much as they would a random stranger on the street.

Ideally we’d be able to show those we care about how much we love them on the daily, but life distracts or work gets in the way or we’re simply rushing from here to there to sometimes take a breath to make sure that whomever is accompanying us on our hectic paths knows that we love and appreciate that they’re there.

So whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not, whether you’re single or taken or in a complicated sort of thing give someone you care about a hug today. Tell them you love them, like them, and/or you’re happy that they’re in your life. Because after all the chocolates and candied hearts and cards and maybe even diamonds… I think that’s all people really need.

Love you, lovelies. Thanks for putting up with me and my mad as a hatter ways.

Tomfoolery & Fare Thee Wells

I attended my old friend’s goodbye party last night in Pomona. She’s leaving for a year to teach English in far away Korea and though I couldn’t be more proud or happier for her, it’s sad since we’ve just reconnected after all these years.

I met Nicole way back when I was still a shy and rather awkward 17-year-old starting my first year at university. I remember walking into the dorm room and seeing this small girl sit up, look at me and say—well, scream really: “Hi!!!!!” No joke, the girl compensates for her tiny stature with her loud and booming voice. She is also one of those few, genuinely goodhearted souls. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.

In any case, it was fun seeing the grouping of people who came to send her off: the boys surrounding the barbecue all commenting on how well the coals were lit, the people who hadn’t seen each other in a long while but who were brought together by this outrageous lady, her sweet family members… it was a very, very good time. Highlights of the night were definitely a Thailand ping-pong story courtesy Gilbert, a TJ donkey story courtesy me (don’t ask), a game of boppit, harassing people with my new video camera and of course seeing the fabulous Nicole herself. Really gonna miss that girl.

And now I’m going to nap. It’s been a rather lazy Sunday and before I go to the gym to cancel out my day’s lethargic state, I figure a bit more sluggishness won’t hurt. Nap time, gym time, book time?

Going to be radio silent for the rest of the night so see you in the daylight, kiddos.

Hangin’ with Zee Gays

Completely exhausted today from last night’s shenanigans. Abs and I went to Mother Lode in West Hollywood with my amazingly talented, extremely handsome and all-together wonderful friend, Jason. The first thing Abs said to me when we walked in was, “I guess we won’t be getting any free drinks tonight.” Lol… the life of the beautiful girl (her not me—don’t forget, I’m awkward and squirrelly).

I haven’t been to a gay bar in a lonnng time so it was definitely a nice change of pace from the thirsty boys that creep up to us at Mad Bull’s or even worse the handsy guys at clubs (gross). One thing is for sure though… gay bars are EXPENSIVE but the drinks are way strong. I have to remember that some of my friends do not have as a high a tolerance as me. I was driving so I kept my cool but totally egged on Jason and Abs to drink more and more. It was fun seeing them so chocolate wasted. I was watching a video that Abs had recorded of me singing karaoke and there was about 5 seconds of it on my face. The rest was curiously focused on my chest (umm.. no comment). All in all an outrageously good time with two crazy cool critters. Woohoo for WeHo!

Today was a bit painful though. I didn’t get home until about 5am (after dropping off the zexy illustrator) was up at 8am and spent the rest of the day at the office in Santa Monica being a busy little bee. Now that I’ve napped, and gymed and video gamed a bit, it is most definitely time for bed.

Goodnight LaLa-land!

Wifey Love + Old Friends + Dream Vacations

I saw the wifey 2 days in a row. How awesome is that?

Backstory: Krystle was one of the first friends (after my roommate) that I made in university. We bonded over the fact that we were both from Southern California and that we were both constantly homesick.

Blurry, dancing wives.

We “married” each other on Facebook mainly as a joke but also because back then I was kind of guarded about letting the world know about my relationship status. It definitely made it harder for people to check up on me. I mean, though I like to control what people can find out about me over the intrawebs I’m also pretty open if you just ask me instead of trying to play detective on me. So ask away, just please don’t Facebook stalk… that’s way creepster.

Anyway, she met me at the good ol’ gym last night only to be shot down by the front desk for a free pass since it was past 10pm and the sales managers had all left for the day. It actually worked out since I decided to play hookie from the gym to go and grab a drink with the lovely lady instead. We went to Mad Bull’s in Sherman Oaks which I’ve gotta say is a pretty great sports bar. It reminds me of a bigger version of my old joint in Brooklyn. I think I might just become a regular there if the bartenders keep treating me so nice. I ended up seeing her again this afternoon since she had time to retry getting that pass at 24 Hour. She ended up signing up instead and I’m hoping to convince her to stick with it so I can have a consistent work out buddy, especially on those days that my feet feel like lead—like today.

The rest of my Wednesday was once again lax. I worked from home on a website then went to meet some old friends and the big sister for dinner in Arcadia. The drive was awful… I seriously think I will never get used to LA traffic. The city really needs to start some kind of metro system—I miss my subway cards. Still, it’s always good to seem them. One of those at dinner was Paul… another big-brother-like-friend who is also at times like the little brother I never had, haha. He’s hilarious and seems to always be the first person to comment on anything I post on the web. ;)

On a completely unrelated note, The Daily Post suggestion today was to “describe your dream vacation” which totally reminded me of something I talked about in passing: climbing a mountain. I really wasn’t kidding. My dream vacation would be to take 2 weeks off to climb Mount Kilimanjaro. I’ve done some research and this company seems the most legit. It’s kind of something I’ve wanted to do for the last 2 or 3 years and I’m thinking of saving up so I can afford to do it next year [unless stupid work gets in the way]. Just think: climb a mountain & feel amazingly accomplished then lounge about and pamper myself in a hotel room for 2 or 3 days. Heaven.

And that’s that. This girl is muy cansada. Curling into bed with Saramago tonight. <3