There’s a first time for everything.

This was Magnus’ first time eating in-n-out.

They say it’s quality you can taste.

But the name makes me just as sad as a sad boy.

Cuz once you’ve had a taste
of the best
how do you live
without it?

This entry was written by Joey, posted on August 25, 2015 at 12:56 pm, filed under Friends, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged Cashmere Cat, DJ Slow, In n Out, Magnus August Høiberg, Pelican Fly, Thomas Duval.
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It’s a completely different festival, backstage. You forget that there are 65,000 people out there when you only see a dozen of your friends inside an air-conditioned trailer park. Most of them utterly exhausted from festival after flight after festival. The hardest part is the waiting and the watching someone you care about on the brink of collapse, pulling themselves together because their job is to make a sea of strangers happy. That somehow when you haven’t any, the energy must be brought to a pounding pitch.

So you drink as much as you can find, smoke as much as you feel alright about missing a set

and try to find some sanity amongst it all.

Which is hugging your mates from different states and shores.

Getting silly with the sponsored marketing ploys and remembering to enjoy
what you came here for

the music (duh)

and the booty.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on August 11, 2015 at 9:09 am, filed under Events, Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Music and tagged & Other Stories, American Apparel, Cashmere Cat, DJ Slow, DJs, Hard, Hard Festival, Hard Summer, Hudson Mohawke, Magnus August Høiberg, Moschino, Nadus, Pelican Fly, Rahshon Bright, Ross Birchard, T. Williams, Tesfa Williams, Thomas Duval.
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Let him into your heart

and you won’t be so sad, boys.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on August 6, 2015 at 2:40 pm, filed under Events, Los Angeles, Music, Photos and tagged California, Cashmere Cat, Hard Summer, Magnus August Høiberg, Music Festival, Pomona, Sad boys.
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While I was at Morty’s place, his lovely friend, Brynn, came by and asked us to take part in a project where we’d get our photos taken and answer a bunch of questions as single people to let other single people know that it’s completely ok to be single.

IT’S OK TO BE SINGLE! Did you know?
Morty and I totally did not make any jokes about us being unmarriageble and definitely not any about being forever alone. [yes we did.]

Anyhoo, I eventually found out the project was intended as content marketing for a clothing company that I couldn’t co-sign with but nonetheless, here are my answers.

Read on if you want to know what it might take to get me to co-sign to your lifestyle brand life.

What are you looking for in a romantic partner?

David Letterman. A David Letterman that is also a massive fan of Drake.

How important is being in a relationship to you?

Out of 100, negative correlation to degrees fahrenheit.

What’s your favorite ice breaker (not pick-up line)?

Sliding into my DMs.

Have you ever had a “meet cute”?

Yes. Pretty much the same meet cute, which has happened twice.

What’s the best real-life “meet cute” you can recall?

I saw a hot guy during brunch a few tables away and thought nothing more of it. That night at a bar in the neighbourhood, I walked up to order drinks and he was the bartender. When he left at the end of his shift, he walked behind me and pulled on my hair – elementary school style – the rest is history.

Same thing happened more recently. Intimidatingly attractive guy spotted from afar at brunch. Saw him at a bar later that same day. I knew I just HAD to find an opportunity – and the balls – to talk to him. I’m so so so happy I did.

Tell me about your best/ideal date:

Best:
Waking up to a perfect, sunny Easter Sunday at Rick Rubin’s Malibu Ranch, eating Eggs Benny in the garden outside Bob Dylan’s old tour bus, then driving out to the beach listening to old Soul. Sprinkle in lots of booze, making out, and sex throughout the day. That’s a bit of name-dropping but I’d never been anywhere so tranquil, so imbued with history from musical legends that I adore with a man I loved even more.

Ideal:
Seeing a Drake concert where Louis CK is the special guest. With David Letterman. David Letterman holds my hand. Drake serenades me. Louis CK and I wander off into the dawn and discover eugenic methods whereby I can still have his ginger babies even though I’m Asian.

What do you most value in a friend?

The ability to tolerate me at my worst and never, ever, ever leaving our friendship despite me being the worst person ever. Thanks, friends!

What do you most value in a romantic partner?

Magic at kissing.

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Smiling at puppies. Puppies smile back.

Which living person do you most admire?

My very own Tiger Mom.

What is the quality you like most in a man/woman?

Extraordinary talent in his chosen field of interest.

What is the quality you like least in a man/woman?

Substance addiction.

When and where were you happiest?

Giggling in bed with my best friend as we took selfles impersonating the dreadful faces that babies have in Renaissance paintings. see: http://www.buzzfeed.com/hannahjewell/renaissance-babies-who-cant-even

Photo credit: Brynn Campbell

This entry was written by Joey, posted on May 18, 2015 at 11:06 am, filed under Joey Ng, Love, Photos, Toronto and tagged Brynn Campbell, Dundas, Ossington.
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Why does it have to be so scary

especially when it means growing attached to someone else

heavy the heart that feels responsible for another

for their joy
and their misery
and every emotion in between

how do you know if this is it

what if something better comes along

why do we always assume
something better will come along

what if it doesn’t

what if

what if i’m the best you’ll ever have

it should be so simple, really
just put your hand on your heart

and ask yourself

do you want me now

and will you still love me
tomorrow?

This entry was written by Joey, posted on May 15, 2015 at 11:00 am, filed under Babes, Friends, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged East Village, Fineline Tattoo, Kiara Sayer, Lil' Frankie's, Linze Mason, Lower East Side, Thina Desancic.
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I don’t want the small talk

I don’t want a fucking coffee
you should know by now that I don’t drink it anyway
You know me better than this

I don’t need you to fix
anything

I want your bloody forsaken heart
I want your face between my legs
I want your tears before a closed door

I want
I want
I want
I want
I want
I want
I want

you to

touch me
and do it again.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 22, 2015 at 11:00 am, filed under Joey Ng, Love, Photos, Toronto, Writing and tagged Ossington, St. Lawrence Market, The Distillery, True Love Café.
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Photo Credit: Thina Desancic

The Lower East Side is the center of my universe. Orchard St. being the aorta, that is, if I only had a heart.

I have exactly 2 weeks left in my most beloved neighbourhood. So if you’d like to hop on some wheels and make me a deal, do it now.

It could be our last chance at
true romance or our
first dance with
no pants.

So if you’re calling,
Call, don’t text
and remember to
Call, to say, I love you.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 17, 2015 at 4:00 pm, filed under Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Lower East Side, Orchard, Stanton, Thina Desancic.
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I went home to Toronto for a few days and found myself making plans with too many people and then only following through with a few. Morty‘s one of ’em. I’ve known him for a decade. It’s always comforting to be around those who’ve been around before you’ve been around the block. Before the banal, before the baggage, before the blogs.

This vine on his ceiling has been growing for five years and we’ve only just met. Last time I saw anything dangling in his bedroom it was two ladies eclipsed by a closed door.

Now he uses his boyish good looks and Upper Canadian charm to coax salad from seeds. He fed me a kale leaf plucked from the ancient Chinese clay and tilapia rig he’s got because he’s the G.O.A.T.

Know what else is great?

The fact that he gives out free unadultered advice to weirdos.

And since I hear he’s single, maybe he just needs the right one to call.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 15, 2015 at 11:00 am, filed under Babes, Friends, Photos, Toronto and tagged 18 Waits, David Morton, Ossington.
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Crossing that bridge cuz I got there

I don’t check my emails

I do what I want and I been about you and I’m still about you

I’m blogging again

I’ll be fine

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 7, 2015 at 10:11 am, filed under Friends, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Brooklyn, Thina Desancic, Williamsburg Bridge.
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they say

If someone says my heart belongs to someone else

You’re supposed to say I’m a strong independent medium beige woman who don’t need no man

If someone says pack up your shit n GTFO

You’re supposed to go peace out see ya wouldn’t wanna be ya

But if you’re me you gotta keep it real wit chyer selfie

and take it one day at the time cuz pretending it’s all gravy sure ain’t easy

(pool helps)

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 6, 2015 at 11:05 am, filed under Food, Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged Commissary, Ilirjana Aлусхај, Koreatown, The Line Hotel, Thina Desancic.
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