summer days..

i don’t think i’m going to be single for very much longer
i really adore brandon
very much.


we’ll see what happens.

break from studying for finals

i don’t think i’d ever be able to juggle men
because i have the lousiest memory.
it’d be like..

“i saw kung fu hustle on friday. it was so dope!”
“um.. you saw that with me.”


some pics from my four day weekend:

tedd, who got me drinking 40’s at noon.. on a thursday.


outside the downlow party.


happy graveley @mclaren park.


@102.5 radio station.


brandon and the cat.


currently listening to:
i was totally jockin’

this plump dj’s remix
at the radio station,
but now i’m not so sure if i like it.

road trip to socal

evil breaks had a gig in los angeles
and brandon invited me along for the ride.
i told him, “oh hell yeah!”

then i realized this would be our first date,
a first date that would span a whole weekend.
osby said, “this could go really well or really badly.”

it went really well. :)

brandon and aaron may look all serious in these pics during the drive down



but they’re actually the two sweetest, most down to earth guys you’ll ever meet.
and they’re also big dorks.

currently listening to:
omfg i have to have this record!!!!

outta space

"wish you were here."

brandon is at 1015 right now.
every time a sick track is dropped,
he calls me so i can hear the music too.


joey is the bestest.

graveley tells me that people in san francisco try so hard to be different,
yet they’re still all the same.

graveley: “and they’re not crazy like my friends in boston.”
me (sarcastically): “by crazy, do you mean they don’t wear women’s hats when they go out to bars?”
graveley: “hey fuck you.”

but there is some truth to what he says.
we spent friday night at numerous bars,
getting really drunk and poking fun at all the corn-fed, cookie-cutter hipsters/scenesters.
not one minute after alex leaves for the restroom,
this kid walks up to me in a von dutch trucker hat,
throwing me his best mack line.

me: “where’d you get your clothes? urban outfitters?”
kid: “i love that store!”

regardless, there’s always something fun to do in san francisco.

clown porn, angry femme bands and an outdoor breakbeat renegade
all in the same night? i’m always amused.


oh, and i’m a hypocrite.
despite all my shit talking about the bay area party scene being so incestuous,
i have the hugest crush on brandon.
he’s got the dopest personality and dances so damn cute.
he’s so going to be mine. he just doesn’t know it yet. :)

currently listening to:

honey i’m still free

goa in the morning, goa in the evening

i really try to avoid having to interact with low-class assholes,
but somehow he snuck into my life.

he’s this uneducated country bumpkin who left his wife and two children for my aunt.
then his wife showed up to my grandmother’s funeral to bitch out my aunt.
then he knocked up my aunt twice and left her.
then he heard that my parents were sponsoring my aunt and the children to come to the united states.
so then he convinced my aunt that she can’t raise two sons without a father
and all this bullshit about how he’s really in love with her and marries her..
while he’s still married to the other woman!

my parents were reluctant about bringing him to the united states,
but then my aunt spent two days crying on the phone with my mother.
my mother finally said, “i hate him, but i love my sister.”
so he gets his plane ticket here.

i can ramble on and on about the hundreds of idiotic things he’s said and done in the past six months,
but the worst has to be from last week,
when my uncle found an email from that maggot to his wife in vietnam
saying how when he makes enough money,
he’s going to leave my aunt and bring her to the united states.

i want my mother to knock some sense into my aunt,
but my mother said that she isn’t too bright, has very low self-esteem..
i feel sad for her. i feel sad for their children.

most of all,
i dislike having to pretend that i don’t know what’s going on
because every time i see that rat husband of hers,
i just want to punch him in the face.

i cut my hair on saturday.


it’s just a blurry webcam shot because it was nothing special.

oh, and on friday, i went to 550 to celebrate david’s birthday.
it was goa:psy trance night so the main room reeked of b.o. and patchouli.
nevertheless, it was nice to see some familiar faces. *coughbrandoncough*

currently listening to:
omg i love this remix!


oh yeah, and

happy new years!

i spent my nye at ruby skye [i can’t believe people actually paid 100 bucks for a ticket]
and otherworld.

don’t remember much of the evening
except that there was
a lot of dancing
a lot of kissing
and a lot of good friends, old friends..

6am and still partying like a rockstar.


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2004 was the year of dealing with random unnecessary bullshit.
2005 will be the year of random projects.

currently listening to:

beyond the sea

for kendrick, who pushes me, even from japan.

*slap* right back at ya babe!

saturday night, after “sky captain and the world of tomorrow”,
andreas and i rollerskated/bladed around stanford until 4am.
such a beautiful campus, but sort of creepy at night, especially in the rodin sculpture garden.


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sunday, party at the civic center.
it was great seeing you guys.. damn lushes. :)

brandon is muy silly.


more pics here.

currently listening to:
cheesy vocals over breakbeat,

the theme
to my sunday in the park.

rock me amadeus

dear friends,
posting unflattering photographs of your friends on your weblog
is like worse than not telling them they have t.p. hanging from their shoes.


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saturday night,
with the ever charismatic hikaru as my prom date,
we partied like rockstars at the tenderloft.

the forever young 80’s prom party


we left at 7am
and did the walk of shame through the tenderloin
looking like hookers/crackwhores,
bumrushed the car, came home and passed out.

oh yeah, if you were interested in seeing my outfit,
here you go.. [me with osby as ducky]

currently listening to:

you come and go, you come and go


i brought the mason jar of coffee with me to the club tonight
and was teased by everyone..


it took me two records to realize that
the crossfader and volume control were not working.
it took another few records to adapt and mix through the eq’s.

the best times are when your friends are there
because you start focusing the adrenaline rush on them and
you remember to breath and just have a fun time.

my crackhead friends made a pornstar sign on the stage for me with flyers.

(photo by tina).

sorry i forgot to juggle the crossfader with my nose like i promised.
okay time for bed. i have to be up in three hours.