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

christmas in a little town called elk grove.

making ornaments with old family photos.


 

voila!


 

mom brought home live lobsters. my best friend is fearless.


 

my dinner plate.


 

waiting for midnight to open presents.
getting lots of slobbering kisses from henri while joey takes a nap.


 

daddy handing out presents.


 

vinh loves me.


 

i got him finger toe socks.


 

how cute is momma with her new bathrobe? =)


 

aimee got vinh a rape whistle
(because you know, boys his size need some sort of protection against creepy dudes).
curious henri popped his head right up.


 

a few dozen more pictures, but i’m sleepy.
happy holidays everyone! <3

last hoozah and goodbye and stuff.

chillits.
how else would i have spent my last weekend in california and ended this beautiful summer.

saturday night on the patio dance floor,
hefeweizen bottle in hand with my best friend by my side,
i was so damn happy. you don’t even know.

camera batteries ran out of juice half-way through the weekend,
but i was able to snap some pics before it died.
click here.

 
ezekiel. :)

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this one:

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[pic by joey]

 
is my tribute to all the sexy men in beijing:

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yeah i know. my aunt was like,
“there are so many beautiful things to shoot in beijing,
and you shoot that??”

speaking of which, i can’t believe i still haven’t posted pictures from china.
will do that soon i hope..

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anyway, off to the airport.
til we meet again bitches!
thanks for all the stolen fire extinguishers,
tip to tip action, ghettotech & brown paper bags,
whiskey & sharpies, whip-its & jerk off circles in the middle of baseball fields,
dirty basslines at dirty undergrounds underneath dirty freeways,
house parties, beach parties, cabin parties at becca’s and veronica’s,
hohners, secret society, 2nd and crackson, killasubz, afterglo, brookdale lodge,
phuturo, 550, dna, an sibin, eklektic, new hack, acme, eufuckingphonic genesis…

 
currently listening to:
nothing says it better than

jefferson starship

today is my first day off.

if you didn’t know me any better,
you’d think i was totally into furries.


 

i promised a few of you pictures from halloween weekend.

sorry for the long delay.
i’ve been really, really busy.

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unless you’re filipino,
an avid disney movie watcher,
or a total broadway/london musical fanatic,
then most likely you’re not familiar with lea salonga,
but you should be because this woman has the most beautiful, powerful voice.

brandon’s mom runs an organization called a3m
and lea salonga was performing at one of their benefits
so we took a drive down to los angeles to see her.

i’m such a tard.
i wanted to tell her how amazing she was
and how i’ve been following her career for about fifteen years
and how i cried during one of her songs
and and..

but all i could muster up was,
“you’re so friggin’ cool.”


 

currently listening to:
you just have to listen to know what i’m talking about.

reflection

play it now. my baby..

i lost my voice screaming with joey, cat and tom
during the encore performance.

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“you are the sun, i am the moon.
you are the words, i am the tune. play me.”

corniest lyrics ever,
but coming from him,
it was like.. magic.

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.

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

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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

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.

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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,

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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]

just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show

thursday:
joey is doing promotions for the exotic erotic ball
and needed nudie magazines for advertisement purposes.
he was afraid of looking like a pervert so i went along with him to the smut store.
the guy behind the counter asked me if i needed any help.
“yeah, do you have any dvds with chicks who don’t look old enough to be my mom?”

mind you, i was totally kidding.
he didn’t laugh though. instead, i was directed to the barely legal section.

saturday:
life in san francisco.
“did you go to the hippyfest today?”
“you mean the protest?”
“yeah, that’s what i said, ‘hippyfest.'”

that evening, johnny’s house party.
he built a halfpipe in the driveway.
i tried to take action photos.

li bails. does that count as action?

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sunday:
massive turn out for the first sunset party of the year.
toshok was kind enough to lend me his camera.

the crowd.

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right before sunset, i ventured off into the hills.

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currently listening to:

twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
.

my world spins when he kisses me

first,
i traded therese a six pack of newcastle for bleaching my hair.

for kalli and linh, two former blondes. :)

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second,
last night at el rio,
while standing in line for the restroom,
in dim lighting..

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and finally,
i keep getting asked,
“so who is this sebastian?”

i can rant continuously about how amazing he is,
but you just have to meet him to know what i’m talking about.

and for once,
all of my friends,
from tina to joey to rick to even vi,
collectively adore him.

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[pic taken by my lovely roommate]

ps. we were little bo peep and the sheep
for the dj assault party on halloween.

currently listening to:
driving back from the underground, crossing the bay bridge in the fog,

this song came on
.

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
.

halloween

joe and i dressed up as:

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piled into the muni with our already inebrious friends

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jamie and jenny as pippy and the nun

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and headed off to the castro district, san francisco.

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it was MADNESS.

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the streets were supersaturated with over 100,000 festive drunkards dressed as:

the ronald mcdonald mafia, anna nicole smith, transvestite hookers,
characters from the royal tenenbaum, dr. seuss, naughty priests,
king kong..

zombies

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nekkid dude

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free breast examing ghoul

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and other naughty, crazy, creative costumes.
i had an excellent time..

though this year, i felt a little ill with the massive hoard of non-costumed thugs who had no reason
to be there except to get drunk, be disrespectful, start shit and harass women.

wtf? it’s too bad that you can’t filter out crap like that from enormous events like these.

not even noon yet!

li and i drove our darling joey to the airport last night
for his first trip out of the country.

“but joey, who’s going to keep me out of trouble for the next six weeks?!”
“you’ll be fine veanne.. you’ll be fine without me.”
“yeah, i’ll be fine. i’ll be knocked up by the time you get back.”

as joey entered the frenetic entry gate towards the boarding section,
i screamed,
“JOEY! DON’T GO! because.. I LOVE YOU!!”

and li continued with,
“IF YOU GO, IT’S OVER BETWEEN US!”

we must have embarrassed poor little joey
because he covered his face and shook his head.

awe, i miss him already.

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chopin ad nauseam

this evening, catherine, joey and i went to see a one-man play called
“the american appetite – tales of dirty young boys and spry old men.”

they were kind enough to let me take photographs.

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britney spears concert

as most of you already know, my mom RULES.
as a thank you gift for doing my parents tax return this year,
mom gave me two tickets to the britney spears concert.
since joey is such a britney groupie, i invited him along tonight.
we had loads of fun in the cesspool of screaming pubescent girls
in skimpy halter tops and hoochie pleaded skirts.

joey: “dood. they should require these girls to wear tags that say either ‘i am under 18′ or ‘i am over 18.'”

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creative photography through binoculars, through camera lens:
britney in fur.

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a wet, scantily clad britney.

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a not-so-pretty close up.

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snippets

friday night:
joey got punked by huver and sasakibomb at paul and eddie’s.

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saturday night:
housewarming party at vlad’s schwanky new bungalow in san francisco.

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sigh

made an attempt at the story of kieu,
this novel my mom gave me, written completely in vietnamese..
eventually gave up after the third page. reread irvine welsh’s filth.

joey and danny in the rain.

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shopping

joey has to attend a company party this weekend.
we went shopping for a schwanky outfit today.
i seem to always be the person boys take when they need to go shopping for outfits..
must be my superb sense of style.. =P

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