happy birthday to me.

my friends are scattered around the world,
but i found a way for twenty of us to do something together for my birthday this year.

the request was simple.
1. blast wreckx-n-effect’s “rumpshaker”
2. hit record on the camera
3. dance
4. send me the footage

san jose, california

only two days here before driving to socal for che chanh’s wedding.
did my best to make time to see my best friends vi, rick and jeremy.

jeremy wanted to learn how to use his new nikon dslr
so we mobbed around in his rv taking random pictures.







last night, rick and i headed to campbell pool and pizza,
where i first learned how to shoot with gina when we were 16,
where i’d go every time i needed to de-stress by smacking balls around,
where we spent our youth.

i cannot express to you how sad i was to see the building boarded up and shut down.

currently listening to:
speaking of my youth,
puiki recently track id’ed a song that’s been stuck in my head
for the past ten years.
it was jackie cheung, not andy lau,
and the refrain kills me.

melted ice cream is the just about the saddest thing.

this past weekend, jimmy totally reminded me
of how much i used to love math and puzzles when i was younger.


kinda sucks sometimes how you end up neglecting one skill for another,
however, i do have to add that
djing will more likely get you hot bitches
than solving rubik’s cubes.

currently listening to:
jeremy borrowed my copy of the takeover bid in 1999.
and the mangohead still has it!


best intro track for a jump-up compilation, kicks in at 2:08.

kieu premiere

yesterday, i went to the san jose premiere of kieu
at the san francisco international asian american film festival with a bunch of my friends and family.

i play the awkward new girl at the brothel/massage parlor who speaks choppy vietnamese/english.

jeremy said seeing my face on the cinema screen was the most surreal experience.
“it’s like.. actor. actor. actor.. veanne?”

for me, it was uncomfortable.
since this was my first movie,
i did not realize that acting for the camera required a whole new set of skills
different from acting on the theatre stage.

i was unaware that every single expression on my face would be magnified that intensely.
my nostrils were like one feet wide on the movie screen!
i know now not to make that face when on camera.
i just looked.. weird.

my aunt said, “oh you were so beautiful, but only when they showed your profile.”
thanks auntie. :)

at the san francisco premiere: christopher, me, kathy, thu ha and debbie.


[photo by nomies.com]

about kieu:
kieu is a modern film adaptation of truyen kieu,
an epic poem written by the 18th century writer nguyen du.
in the poem, the character kieu was a beautiful, lyrical archetype who sells herself into prostitution
in order to save her father and brother from political imprisonment.
her duties as a caretaker were deemed heroic
and in turn her character was well loved by the vietnamese community.

the modern day kieu, however, is an amalgamation of real life sex workers
living in the san francisco tenderloin district.
despite being ubiquitous in the vietnamese communities throughout the united states,
vietnamese sex workers have a stigma attached to them and are rarely spoken of.
inspired by her outreach program with sex workers,
debbie nguyen (the producer and one of the writers) felt it was her responsibility
to give these sex workers voices and identities beyond their stereotypes.

the movie was not produced to entertain,
but rather to trigger discourse in the vietnamese community
and for them to ultimately reshape their opinions about vietnamese sex workers.


kieu will also be premiering at the chicago asian american film festival on april 2nd,
and at the los angeles asian pacific film festival in early may.

jeremy's birthday

bath house ruins.


like we ever pay attention..


so the rumor goes
the ruins are haunted….

currently listening to:
danny elfman is so very wonderful.

the ice dance

"ew! i totally saw your package."

kendrick leaves for japan in a few days.
our bbc mission this weekend was to get him ishtfaced.

5am. jeremy: “you can fuck with me, but don’t fuck with my egg mcmuffin.”
kendrick does so.

at one point, late in the evening, early in the morning,
jeremy and i raced down the saratoga hills with our pants pulled down to our ankles,
baring our undies. we both fell into the dirt, laughing hysterically.
i don’t think i’ve never not had fun with bbc.

hikaru is one of my favorite persons to take pics of [at the korean bbq restaurant].


and again in the backseat of jeremy’s car.


currently listening to:
i asked andreas if we could stay in the car a little longer so i could hear the rest of

this song
the lyrics are so catchy!

mi sey fe lef' ya with ya bomb

saturday evening,
right as i reached the station, the train left. i am not kidding!
i stood there on the platform, thinking,
“damnit, if only i hadn’t brushed my teeth..” or “if only we had run that yellow light..”

joey: “if only you hadn’t wiped your ass.”

three hours until the next train so i caught up on homework and stuff.


andreas picked me up around 11pm
and we headed to the bubble lounge with the bomb burrito crew.
another typical saturday in sf.

sunday afternoon was spent on a park bench at the stanford campus,


reciting a monologue my mother had translated into vietnamese for me
[i had an audition that evening for kieu,
a modern film adaptation of a classic vietnamese novel]

don't stop.

my nickname beaner came from jeremy.
i, in turn, refer to him as mangohead.

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jeremy shows me how to “take it all in.”
[notice his mango shaped head?]


up in the hills. some horrible photos.


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sometime this past weekend,
i was singing along to andreas playing “gus the theatre cat” on his piano
and i forgot the second verse so i started to improvise.
anyway, he finally caught on and said something like,
“wait a minute. you’re making up lyrics!”
and then gave me the most adorable smile..
there was something really sweet about the whole singing and playing piano moment
and i don’t know.. i totally have a crush on him now.

waking up at 4pm rocks. :)

i used to be a little snothead when it came to which parties i’d go to
but i noticed now,
i’ll dance to anything with anyone.

friday night: we be clubbin’

rolando, vi, me, nathan, jeana (afterwards at sparky’s)


breakdancer under flickering lights.
if you look closely at the right image,
there’s another face next to the multiple eyeball guy. freaky isht.


jeana, per jeremy’s request.


currently listening to:

. i love the beats. though that first rapper screaming.. his voice bugs me.

happy berfday to me. i smell like peepee.

this morning started off with an 8am phone call from jeremy
to remind me that i’m a year closer to menopause.

then i got teased by my coworkers for the flowers delivered to my desk with the note:
“happy birthday veanne, the best girl in the world. unf! love, your secret admirers.”
i’d say fess up now, but i think i know who the culprits are *ah hem*
(i really miss you guys, btw)

i’ve been pretty overwhelmed with work/school
and i have a deadline for various things tomorrow;
was going to reschedule dinner at miyaki’s with vi for another night,
but she called to tell me she was already on her way.

i thought it was just going to be the two of us….

but guess friggin’ what!
sixteen friends were sitting at a table, waiting for us.

i was befuddled for a good three seconds before it hit me.
i was really, really surprised.
tina and vi, i love you guys.. sneaky little bitches.

he had me stand on a chair while everyone cheered me on.
“drink it. it’s just water.”
am i gullible or what?

“when i say sake, you say bomb! sake -” “bomb!” “sake -” “bomb!”


a big *huG* and thanks to everyone who made my birthday such an awesome one.

currently listening to:

here’s one for the old school ravers

jump in the line, rock your body.

last night,
joey’s birthday with twenty-five good friends at club 6,
i was back to an old destructive habit
that started last weekend after the bikini (turned naked) mud wrestling match.

i promise i will stop.

i woke up this afternoon wailing crying
so hard that my nose bled.
i dreamt we were holding hands and laughing again.
fuck you brain for playing tricks on me.

i promise i will stop.

because friday night,
jeremy and friends and i played scrabble
and i kicked their asses.
i don’t need to be hardcore.

i just have to keep reminding myself that even without him,
i am still scrabble master.

currently listening to:

ben kept playing this in the car to cheer me up

hey yell no

saturday, jeremy and i hung out in an automobile junkyard in hayward.


beaner and the mangohead.


recap la la la

things i’ve done in the past two weeks:

i flew to boston to see nat.
then we drove to new york with alex and joe (two of my favorite monkeys).
i’ve always thought that seeing les miserables on broadway
would be a culminating experience in musical theatre..
well, aside from london.

i’ve seen les mis eight or nine times.
how odd..
that i would be most unimpressed by broadway’s production.
fantine couldn’t reach soprano without cracking her ugly voice,
the sound was too low, the microphones had loose wiring somewhere,
and most of all, the cast didn’t have the *unf* to carry out a solid, vehement,
“tomorrow we’ll discover what our god in heaven has in stored,
one more dawn, one more day, ONE DAY MORE!”

“times square, one of the few places where i’m outside but i feel as if though i’m inside.”


alex, such a hottie.


late afternoon, before getting back to work,
melissa, in her flippity floppity sandals, and i
ran through the fierce, fierce rain.

ruberts by the window, while the thunder went, “bbrrrooooom!”


last night, a few of us checked out the opening of whisper,
a new club in san francisco.

jeremy dances to that tequila song.


harry who’s diva house is so geigh, but oh so much fun to dance to.


shiny happy people

some of my friends have been accusing me of being a crackmonkey;
depriving myself of much needed sleep,
plowing into projects for which i have no time,
while still trying to maintain a normal work_school_social life schedule..

but really, i couldn’t be happier.
my only regret is not having enough time to read as much as i used to.

tidbits from my past week

club icon,
crazy asian kids at the dj booth..


[pics by nat]

alee, my uber rad hairstylist uncle,
and his girlfriend peggy were in town from los angeles.


a bunch of us raced cars at malibu grand prix
for ian’s birthday.


the birthday boy.


two phly kids at the sfraves ten year anniversary party.

[pic by sean]

hiphop karaoke

from professor bresnan’s awakening:
“During the period of a thousand philosophers,
the alchemists in China would put their faith in a substance, external to the body,
which possessed properties that, when ingested, would confer immorality.
The search for this elixir of life resulted in some pretty amazing concoctions.
One of these concoctions led to the serendipitous discovery of gunpowder.”

isn’t it ironic that a recipe intended to confer immorality
should end up conferring so much mayhem and death?

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christy turned twenty-one on thursday,
which, basically, was just an excuse for the
“i’m not a player i just crush a lot” crew to get rowdy at the hip hop club.


friday night, karaoke at silver clouds with vivian and friends.
photograph courtesy of jeremy.


sucka free

saturday in san francisco, we heard a gargled
“happy happy! everybody happy.. wonderful!”
peaking through the crowd from a corner in chinatown.


the bottom of the photograph is cut off.
it should say, “dalai lama owns slaves. liar -> billionaire.”

jenny lost the thumb war to hikaru.


okay, the sun is rising and i need to get to bed.
bonne nuit.

currently listening to:

i gotta get through this

okay buh-bye

emotionally mangled best friends
learning that the only way to heal
is to let go,

and fetter the urge to break down
with distractions.

jeremy and i went to church.


god fearing christians or nazi germany?


the pastor’s car. how.. humble.


we went to ibiza with andreas and stacey..

getting ready.


jeremy and i

took a trip up to nevada to reflect, reminisce,
laugh at ourselves and brainstorm some ingenious concepts for a screenplay.

today’s post is dedicated to my best friend jeremy.


we’re dorks. we know it. we don’t give a f.


because one day, we’re going to rule the world.



a lot of times, i play the surrogate girlfriend to my guy friends
when their dates cancel or they don’t have a date or for whatever reason.
not that i mind at all! :)
i get to attend neat little events like company picnics and dress up dinner parties.
yesterday, jeremy was feeling neglected by his quasi-girlfriend and demanded i come over and console him.
so i drove to hayward to listen to his woes about women and their indecisiveness.
we went to see stomp at the marine memorial theatre.
the show was very.. clever.
“jare-mee! get into the right lane! hurry! the sun is going down!!”

san francisco from the bay bridge at 40mph.




kendrick, brianna, josh, jeremy, sharon, lily and i celebrated change.
we hiked down to the creek behind my apartment complex..
then hopped a fence into the pool and hot tub around 3am.
we were a tad bit loud.
the police eventually came and threatened eviction.
too bad they didn’t get my name, those monkeys.