You can basically measure how much I love you by:

1) how tall above 6 feet you stand and
2) how many photos I take of you

Sam is/has plenty of both – through virtually no contribution of her own except being born’d this way – so I must really love her.

Here she is being forced to stand tall in front of things while I take photos of her.

Here she is being forced to stand tall in front of things with me while photos are taken of her.

I love you a lot, Spock.

Thanks darling

Goodnight darling

Bye darling

Photos taken from my hotel room in Sydney overlooking Darling Harbour.

Picking me up from the airport. Mum hates candids. She’s trying to look elegant and animated while pointing her ‘don’t you dare’ finger at me.

We ate at Pizza Hut because whenever anyone goes home, we revert back to childhood. Too bad I didn’t get any crayons or pogs to play with.

I know you’re all going to say that I look a lot like my mum. In Chinese, the term is “behng yun”, which literally means biscuit print, well, cookie cutter. Making babies with the same mold as the parent! I am a cookie. I want cookies. Caveacookiepreeznowpreez?

CUTE!!

Mum’s the boss. She prefers the whole family to be colour co-ordinated, it’s very pre-Victoria-Beckham.
Here we are at a yum cha restaurant. I won’t be there to celebrate Mothers’ Day with her this year but if I could I’d probably bring her to Leanne’s restaurant, The Cardinal,

for

Mothers’ Day Brunch!

HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY TO ALL THE LOVELY MOMMIES OUT THERE!

From left to right, top to bottom:

Los Angeles > New York > Los Angeles > Melbourne > Sydney > Adelaide > Sydney > Hong Kong > Los Angeles > Home.

All photos from my instagram: joeynogood

Really great speakers centered around under the sea topics: James Cameron’s Titanic filming expeditions, sustainable sushi, and sea cucumber sex habits!

Destinee was there putting in hours practising nail art.

Little Octopus!! Too cute.

Found Nemo.

Pattern inspiration

Finally my turn to get my nails did!

Fat Joe once said “tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle”… what about his name on my middle finger? Does that still count?

What’s Luv? Got to do, got to do widdit, babe?

Dee, Kirsten, and Daniel Bedingfield. Remember that guy? Remember when Natasha Bedingfield was Daniel Bedingfield’s sister and now it’s totally the other way around? Whappened?

Super Tall Paul is supes amaze. He plays and you listen via headphones only.

Curious Josh, the event photographer, trying hard to get a serious phote of Destinee. Not gonna happen.

We had too much fun trying to make balloon animals and hats. Took a million self-timer shots of us wearing balloon everythings in front of the Range Rover but they all turned out too blurry. Wamp wamp.

So I’ll leave you with this. Huzzah.

A group exhibit by contemporary women artists in LA sponsored by Social Butterfly consulting care of birthday girl, Shawanna Davis.

Photos, paintings, video, and a live performance right in DTLA.

Destinee participated as the event’s nail artist.

So amazing to see her doing her thing.

Interested in booking an appointment? E-mail me and I’ll send you her way.

Bumped into my colleague Kris Simms rocking bright yellow with Taye Hansberry from stuffshelikes.net

Taye’s Marni x H&M score.

Destinee even got Taye’s url on her nails!

I got an iPhone recently, while I’m waiting for my custom gelaskin to arrive, I’m eyeing everyone else’s cases. Aja’s leopard print purse case = bling bling money ain’t a thang. LOVE.

Gift bags from Milani cosmetics.

Purple lipgloss. It’s happening.

BE BEAUTIFUL!

- Charles Bukowski

Happy π day
Happy birthday

Remember that part in ‘The Secret’ where the dude was all “I cut out a picture of my dream house and put it on a vision board oh AND NOW I LIVE IN IT, BITCHES!”?

Let’s see how all of our Pinterest boards manifest…

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Psst if you feel like gifting me anything from my pins that’s like totally ok.
“MANIFEST DESTINY”

Let’s be honest here. And by ‘let’s', I can only mean me. I am sad. It comes and goes, and it comes less often than it did but when it does, it’s no less heartbreaking.

I want to talk about our last conversation.
I want to talk about every single memory.
But not quite, in it’s entirety. At least not yet.

I took a shower this morning, I cried in the shower. I started making a list of things I felt I had learned from feeling pretty fucked up in the past few weeks.

P.S. It’s for me, mostly.

1. Fall in love. A lot.

I don’t have a lot of time. With people. In one place.
It comes with the territory of not having had a home address in years. So people often wonder how much you can possibly love a person in mere months or weeks or days.

Have you ever had a moment?
When your world started to shift
revolve around a person.

I probably fell in love with Richard by the third night I had spent any time with him. We were on his red velvet couch. He lay a mass of ginger curls on my chest. Just for a second, maybe seventeen of them. And I knew I’d always have an immensely, intensely, emotional reaction to whatever it was that he would ever do did. We didn’t have a lot of time. I couldn’t have loved him any later or less. I would not have forsaken it for anything.

So fall in love. Whole-heartedly and as often as you’d like. Even just for the 20 minutes it takes to lie on the driveway in front of a McDonald’s to make out with someone you’ve just met. I have. And it was great.

2. Write it down. Especially if it’s important, even when it’s difficult.

A few weeks before Richard died, I found out he had written me a letter. He said it was probably best that it was at the bottom of his car getting wetter by the day. I don’t have that letter. I wish I did, and if there is any way I could read what he had wanted to say to me regardless of its contents and sentiments, I would.

I read his journals when we last played house. I tell people this was an asshole thing I did but really it’s the kind of thing I would do unapologetically. If I can learn something -anything- more about a person I care about, I will.

Some of it was unsettling, but mostly amusing. It was all important. It was important for me to know his thoughts – whether mundane, dark, or genius alike. It’s important to me that I knew him.

I also wrote a lot about him. I adored him at times and hated him at others. The way we related, he called it ‘tumultuous’. And in these whiskey encouraged extremes, I wrote. I’ve read them over and over. To remember.

Write it all down – one day you may want to remember it, too.

3. Know what you want. Deliver others what they want.

In my last hour with Richard, I had ordered a cup of tomato soup, a side of potato salad, and a side of arugula salad with shaved parmesan. Then the server asked if I wanted to get a combo of 3 sides. The list of permitted options in his proposed combo contained none of the things I had originally ordered so I said “No, thank you” with a look. A look that said “No, thank you. You idiot.”

Dick laughed. “This guy obviously doesn’t know you. You of all people know exactly what you want.”

He was right. I’m not very compromising. I know what I want, and I fight to get it. Sometimes that didn’t help our cause, but it was what I wanted. Y’see Richard dumped me years ago because I had to travel with my job and he wanted a stable, local girlfriend. I’m very grateful and happy with where I am even if it meant letting go of potentially wonderful relationships because that’s what felt right at the time.

I love my job, the city, and the people I surround myself with. He fell in love the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen and they made art and love and a home while it lasted.

I think we both found what we needed, afterall.

4. Keep the ones you love in your life.

It was months before we spoke again. Richard had ended things with me over BBM and I had the drunkest night of my life. I deleted him out of my phone, and blocked him on facebook. Four months had passed. He called. Ever the sweetheart, of course he’d be the first to reach out.

We became friends again and infrequently lovers. We kept each other updated, but mostly each other in check. I was dismissive a lot of the time. I’m sorry, Richard. I hope you know I care.

I found out that he had died through a friend of a friend’s facebook status.

It sounds so fucking stupid but I hated myself for blocking him on facebook. Over the years, he thought it was funny and we made a pact not to pry in each other’s social media profiles. But it seemed so overwhelmingly important to be able to see photos of him. All the hilariously ridiculous updates that I had missed. Every heartfelt message left from our grieving friends.

But then I remembered that’s what he had wanted. For us to share what we had to share between us when we could – in person, by phone, or text. A personal connection. At least I had that. All of our memories. And I can’t imagine how much worse I would feel if he’d never been a part of my life again.

It may be hard at times, nor the best idea at others but eventually, reach out and keep the ones you love in your life. Don’t be cruel. You don’t want to regret losing someone for good.

Richard, you said you had a dream that I’d told you I wished I’d never have met you. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Every day I wish you were still here. At bus stops, in elevators, every street corner of downtown LA, I think of you. I miss you. You are loved so dearly.

Later, Ginger.

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Some punk with no pictures took up the username for joeyng. I’ll get him, one day.

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