the day shine came into my life...

[OOPS SIDE NOTE: FORGOT YOU HAVE TO COMPLETELY RE-PUBLISH EVERYTHING TO MAKE SURE IT POST ON HERE..HAA THEYVE ALL BEEN SAVED AS DRAFTS]

you know they often say its those people in your life that you fight with the most or may sometimes even treat you the worst who you cant live without. because out of it all its them you love the most. (haha i swear me and shine dont have a bipolar relationship)

happy birthday to the love of my life: shine roshan

its tuesday

I havent seen my Sarah Lindsey in forever! we're meeting up for happy hour drinks, then catching the screening of LONESOME JIM with hottie Casey Affleck and then probably going to hit up the "..most epic magazine ever" party ha.

i heart her

KEEP CLEAR

WHAT A WEEK(S)!

the last two weeks has been pure mayhem, inside my head at least.
but i think my state of mind just might be back.




having jihan back in the bay was the most glorious thing ever. and aside from just ONE MISSING MEMBER (fucking hilary) the UNIT was reunited this weekend and it felt fucking great. although the annoyingly more and more apparent 2 degrees of separation of living in san francisco is really starting to make me cringe...for jihan to come back straight to a classic minna/ftc night was quite an event. it was actually nice too see everyone back in one place again---fools came out of the cracks for this event. too bad jihan took that as her new standard expectation of what she was missing, but i guess that means shes moving back this summer!!!!!

and then there was the BNAS new mansion house party. mayhem hyphyness at its best. for anyone that missed this, you missed viewing possibly THE most beautiful and cheapest ES-EF house on the market. These ladies are known for the their oh so infamous BBQs (one of the few folks who will rage a BBQ on a cold winter day in SF just cause bbq cooking taste so damn good)and i'm going to go with, "thank god they have a HUGE backyard all to themselves!" I think the jump-off is supposed to be this saturday for Shiner's bornday.

can we take a hint who was taking pictures?






my girls


kimmy

anteas was looking HOTT as usual



and shane saved/made/rocked the night

24th San Francisco International Asian American Film Festival There were a lot of dope features this year:

WATER For all of you who are familiar with Filmmaker Deepa Mehta, Water was the trilogy to her previous films: EARTH & FIRE. Water explored the lives of Hindu widows who were forced into hostels to spend the rest of her life in renunciation.

PUNCHING AT THE SUN was another favorite of mine. In a post 9/11 world this film is about the rising urban desi (indian) culture and it takes place in Queens. It's got it all: racism, identity, and redemption.

BUT WHY WAS THE INTERNATIONAL ASIAN AMERICAN FILM FESTIVAL SO IMPORTANT THIS YEAR

.::DREAMING LHASA::.

The very first U.S. Premiere of the Tibetan Film: Dreaming Lhasa. Directed by Tibetan Filmmaker Tenzing Sonam and wife Ritu Sarin. I got a chance to meet the talented couple (yes..dopest married filmmakers i've ever met) over dinner and then at the Berkeley premiere over at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive (BAM/PFA). It was a beautiful film, and I'm not being biased because of the apparent obvious. These actors and actresses were just everyday Tibetans living in Dharamsala, India and it came off so natural. I am really looking into helping them get a U.S. Distributor because I would love to see this film come back to the bay, the U.S. and just to Tibetans everywhere! It's about touches everything Tibetans today are faced with, forget and need to remember: our torn identities, our culture, our roots and our future.

Let's not forget the what else went down these past two weeks: THE MUSIC VACATION OF THE MUTAHAFUCKING YEAR (til next year of course)

SXSW & WMC

This is what its all about people. And i don’t even care that a bunch of fucking bastards got to experience this to the fullest and my broke ass had to just hear the sideline reviews: anyone and everyone who can't live without music has the god damn right to take an annual vacation where they are entirely submerged amongst the best musicians, artists, djs, bands, you name it. I mean seriously for the most frustrating problem to be: having 5 of your favorite bands/artists of all time all playing at the same palce but in 5 different venues and you cant decide where to go to what first is a fucking great dilemma to be in, right?

and can we just look at what ONE of the weekend’s lineup (giantstep) looked like at this years WMC:

OR THIS SHIT:

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OK OK ILL STOP. GOOD NEWS IS SHANE WAS ABLE TO DO IT UP IN TEXAS, AND WILL BE BRINGING BACK SOME SAUCY INTERVIEWS FOR OUR LISTENING PLEASURE VIA KULT. Which by the way will be back and running by the 1st. NOT AN APRIL FOOLS I PROMISE.

PREVIEW...

yes i know. im working on it. ever since i've been back (and it wasnt even like i was gone...hello la for two days) ive come back into crazy work world aka real world aka my internet life has been put on a standstill and its aching me. ok so preview of hot topics i will be thoroughly taking over in my next blog aka i cant get away with doing at my desk and i definitely wont want to be near a computer this weekend.

---SXSW SUMMARY (FUCKING BASTARDS) AND WMC PREVIEWS
---INTERNATIONAL ASIAN AMERICAN FILM FESTIVAL AND FIRST U.S. PREMIERE OF DREAMING LHASA (TIBETAN FEATURE FILM)
---NEW OBSESSIVE COMPUTER GIDGET: SCREENHUNTER 4.0 (SERIOUSLY IM OBSESSED)
---SECRET PARTY OF THE YEAR GOING DOWN ON SATURDAY (HELL NO IM NOT POSTING THE LOCATION ON THE INTERNET)
---PICTURES!

UMMM...so we'll probably be at the FTC party tonight.

take it easy sleezies. <3

.::THE RUNWAY::.

aaaah un-cali sari (new name will make sense at the end) and ranch hand filet were not too refreshed but extremely amused thanks to.......

L.A started out cold as hell although since everything was pre-project runway and pre-10 hour lines…everything couldn't even faze us and we could careless. Anyways we get to the Hyatt in Century City and…NOTHING. Seriously we get there and no one is there. They said doors would open the next morning at 7AM and we figure by the time we get there its around midnight anyway…you would think fools would be lining up. it was a weird moment to say the least but we ended up getting the scoop from various workers at the hotel. With this new found glory we really didn't want to be tempted and have a very valid excuse to just fuck it and find the folks downtown to resume st patricks day festivities. so we just stayed at a motel (yeah we were coo off the $275 night at the hyatt) about 5 blocks away, which note to self: is nowhere near the same as 5 blocks away frisco steez. (this will make sense in about 2 more paragraphs)


we of course "accidentally" sleep in while deliriously calling the hotel every couple of hours to see if the line has emerged. so the website told us to bring a clothing rack which sari gladly purchased for very cheap and it was probably the most pointless thing we could have brought. anyways we decide to set up the rack put all our shit on it and walk the 5 blocks to the hyatt, which in l.a. really means big ass roads that look like freeways. something else we should have noted: clothing racks are not meant for off-roading.


this kept happening every 10 feet


and the wheel broke about 10 minutes into the walk


in the background you will see the beginning of the line and i think we were the only ones who walked to the audition. the entire line saw us approaching because you will also notice that there’s a fat ass hill we had to walk down to reach the line/hotel. so basically we looked completely ridiculous and everyone watched us approaching and stopping every 10 feet to fix the rack.

well anyways as soon as we get there, we don’t waste time to set up the lawn chairs

but then it gets hella cold and i think fools were pissed at our attempts to be mad comfortable. jihan rolls through and so the 10-hour line begins.









sari was #91 in line out of ????

the hours proceed to finally getting into the hotel. to then having to wait to go downstairs of the hotel. then having to wait to enter the pre-screening room. which then lead to the screening room. which then lead to the room where you were mic'd. which finally lead to santino and mr.gunn.

project runway is no joke. we waited 10 hours for 10 seconds (well a little longer than that but it was less than a minute) after being called too hippie for project runway recognizable duo didn’t make the cut. it was a fucking surreal day and all i know is thank god we got it over in one day. we felt like we were in another world seriously. no one tries to say too much and NO ONE was even going to let you sneak a peak at his or her garments. but all these random folks surrounded you all fucking day. and the line doesn’t move so you’re around EVERYONE.

thank god all it took was food to be back into the real world. oh and beer. at this point if we stopped we would pass out so the only other choice we had (obviously) was to party hard. and i mean we were going to have to try hard to party...which by the way wasn’t too hard when you can relinquish in the fact of being in a semi-unfamiliar place where NO ONE knows your name and you can act like a fool yet stare at everyone for observational pleasure.



we met up with my cousin, bill, bianca, danielle and the rest of the B CREW to Shortstop in echo park and then a house party which we basically have described as: hipsters meet burning man meet luscious gay boys.

enjoy:



yeah his shirt says beatles in the shape of penises

Bianca and the BG's



there was a seashell in the middle of their kitchen


my cousin






our favorite man of the evening




jihan and crissy's friend: wolfman. which they forgot to tell me was their inside joke nickname and i was NOT supposed to call it to his face.



and 7AM

TOP PHRASE OF THE WEEKEND: (on the drive back to the airport)
r: damn the staple center is hella bright
un-cali sari: i know (haha) almost makes me want to buy staples (attempt to make witty remark)
r: yeah, you know what that is right?
un-cali sari: no
r: it’s where the lakers play fool! the staple center (haha) you thought that shit was a staples store!??!!!?!

.::THE END::.