(500) DAYS OF SUMMER

So I finally got the chance to check out (500) Days of Summer and I admit, it was pretty good. At face value, its your average hopeless romantic chick flick about a guy and a girl, getting together, going through the break up, etc whatever. But no, no, you find out it's no love story, and the guy doesn't get the girl at the end.


Zoey Deschenel plays Summer, a semi carefree, quirky girl who has this tainted view on love and relationships caused by the divorce of her parents. She meets Tom, a hopeless romantic simp, who I think is a virgin, played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt. The two meet, greet, fuck, and break up. More to it you say? yes. A lot more.

Considering what's been going on in my own life, I seriously connected with this movie, I agreed with the message outcome at the end. You can't depend on fate and the idea of this "soulmate" that you're meant to meet someday. I so strongly disagree because I used to believe in all things working themselves out but after recent events, and past, that myth is busted.

I think the movie is hinting at the fact that there are imperfect relationships out there. Our media, music, movies, TV, saturates our brain with the idea of "soulmates through fate" that we forget that we have real emotions and feelings that can cause a million mind fucks per second. (500) Days of Summer highlighted this theme and portrayed it perfectly with the "reatlity vs. expectations" shot.



You have to make things happen for yourself, you can't sit back and expect the "planets to align" and that special someone is going to randomly text you to meet for a midnight rendezvous @ Starbucks. I believe in this: You control as much as life lets you control, the rest is up to, well, life. I guess it's semi fate and the rest coincidence. If I ever want things to work out with LDR, it's not going to happen under these circumstances. If you love something, let it go. If they come back, have them checked for STDs, and if that goes well, live happily ever after.

LDR 2.0

Prior to this post, I forgot to mention the post from THEBOOBS that helped me conceive YNIWHI, it was Glossy's write up on long-distance relationships aka LDR. So, here's LDR 2.0

Not too sure how many of you know, but I was in a long-distance relationship for almost two years, and though often times it's hard to sum anything up in one word, I will say this, frustratinggratifyingexcitingannoyingandconfusing. OK, maybe it wasn't one legit word, but it was ONE word, fucker. I myself enjoyed the most of the relationship, like Glossy said, who wouldn't want to have the freedom they want and be in a relationship? Well, after awhile it gets a bit lackluster and things get complicated avril lavigne style.

I was SF dating LA, and ultimately, it was SF going to LA, for the most part. I was there at least once a month, and every time I was in town, we did things that you would do on vacation weekends, you know, shop, Disneyland, eat out every day/night, drink/smoke, etc. Who wouldn't enjoy this lifestyle?? but WHAT THE FUCK, it got tired, for the both of us. The time in between when I wasn't in there, endless phone calls, texts, bbm, fb chat, etc. held us over until I touched down @ LAX ocho cinco style (hall of famer coat, Mexican sombrero, you know the works.) Don't get me wrong it sufficed, but like all things, they came to an end. (foreshadow! DUN DUN DUN!)

The vacation style weekends were great, but we started realizing this didn't go on in normal relationships aka local, near by, native, 5 minute drive relationships, I'll reference these as the "normals." Times we'd like to just hang out and watch a movie, study together, eat together, shit (not poo poo, but the expression), even be bored together weren't possible because of 440 fucking miles! And when I did get to LA, we weren't as bored, hungry, lonely, as we were when I was there so we were right back to being OKAY. Here comes trouble. **enter Trouble**

It seems like in LDRs, we argued x20 normal couples do. Maybe to make up for times we didn't argue on the daily like them normals do. Actually, we came to the conclusion that when we fought when we weren't together, it HAD to be fixed by the time I visited, or even the weekend I was there. Because who would wanna spend the ONLY weekend of the month together, FIGHTING?! No one, exactly captain obvy. So as the months pass, the fighting and tension compile and voila, you have the appetite for destruction, but we scraped the plate (word to jay).

To cut things short, or long, our LDR ended soon thereafter. 17 months, my Southwest Rapid Rewards benefits, Alberto's + all LA food including ucla dining, fairfax/swap meet, beaches, etc. came to an end. All in all, I'd like to call HATE on long-distance but say whattupp fam to the relationship part. It takes effort from both sides of the relationship to make things work, so if your hearts aren't into it, or you can't decide if this person is worth waiting a whole year/month/week for, save yourselves the drama and leave that fo yo mama. PEACE!

BRAIN SCENTS MAKE SENSE.

So I just read a new blog @ THEBOOBS and I must say, these tricks inspired me to make my own fucking blog. So let me be the first to say, because this is my site,

Welcome to "YOU NAME IT, WE HATE IT" !!

People I keep in touch with, or even ones I've just met, say I'm a fucking hater. Maybe it's my neurotic need to analyze everything. Everywhere I go, I feel a need to question why people do/say/wear/whateverdafuck certain things. My ex-girlfriend used to always ask me why I'm such a hater, well guess what girl, people got their opinions, and I voice mine hokayz. OK, I get it, no one likes a Debby Downer, or even a Negative Nancy, but who says giving your opinion is hating? And seriously, who the fuck decided to pair these adjectives with girls names?

Anyways, here's my first blog, explaining what I think I subconsciously do best, and that's hate, or even appreciate. From what I hear, right when we meet someone, our brains go to town on that person's brain scents or some shit and determines our compatibility, whether its towards the opposite sex, or just getting a chupitos (to beat or not to beat) from the dude next to you in class. With this brain science being said, we flat out judge people the moment we meet them. "Damn bro your jeans are fucking skinny" or "damn girl how the hell did you manage to NOT bust those leggings?" We all know we've said and done it, in our mind, the difference is, I'll just say out loud for you.