weekend in the catkills

an every few months or so escape from the city noise.

gina and jenni.


i’ve decided, for halloween, imma dye henri orange; barkley from sesame street.


it was so dark at night that being outside surrounded by fireflies
felt like being surrounded by stars.

(don’t worry, i set them free.)

<3 dave, who had no experience in the kitchen, but was down to de-head and gut a slimy catfish for me.

rain playing fetch with the dogs.


a few more pictures here.

currently listening to:
lots of billie holiday from my iphone speakers while lying on the dock of the pond.

no regrets

good morning to you too!

kim’s fanny.




kim just admitted to me that this one time she got too drunk and dropped henri on his head.
i was like, “that’s okay.. this one time i was smoking and i accidentally ashed on fanny’s head.”

rosemead, california

isabella loved henri very, very much.


they played


and played.


but when the weekend ended and we had to leave, i told izzy to say goodbye to henri,
and she screamed, “no!”

and cried


and cried.


doggie this, doggie that.

when jimmy and i broke up,
i lost my photo adventure partner in crime
and consequently have been very uninspired to take much photos.

but ever since i got henri,
i’ve been meeting so many wonderful dogs and taking tons of doggie pictures.
now seriously considering being a pet photographer.

kyle’s olivie


alex’s alvin


a pug named simon i met at my neighborhood dog run


rain’s kit


and of course, henri


who has his own blog
not because i’ve become some fanatic who’s obsessed with their dog,
but because my family and friends keep asking for pictures,
so i figured it’s easier than sending mass emails every other day.

currently listening to:
the line that gets me, “somewhere maybe someday, maybe somewhere far away.”

little person

my dog is canadian, aye.

phan [here’s the video i helped him with for the island reef job]
has become one of my best buddies in new york
because he’s totally the male version of me.
we were both overachieving private school nerds raised in ghetto san jose,
surrounded by wannabe gangster vietnamese deviants who’d call us white-washed
because we had absolutely no interest in karaoke coffee shops, rice rockets or azn pryde.

then we met in new york, as transients adjusting to the natives’ abrasive attitudes
and trying to discover as much of the city as we can before our hearts pull us back into the bay area.

one huge difference, i didn’t lose my virginity at 26.
so someone has been making up for lost time by slutting it up.

haaaay ladies…


but seriously, all the mỹ trắng girls love him.

last weekend, we took a roadtrip to canada.
mad mad fun.

vieux montréal.



then we headed three hours west to desolate farmland, renfrew,
to pick up a little ball of fluff.

meet henri, named after the prince in drew barrymore’s “ever after.”


getting ready to attack.


he’s super tiny.


landlord is putting in grass and a new fence next week.
in the meantime, i’ve been trying to keep him away from the dirt
because he’s discovered digging.


sometimes he sleeps like a torpedo (all four legs sticking straight out)
and sometimes he sleeps like this.


[crappy iphone camera]

don’t be fooled by this innocent face;
he’s a poop eater.


currently listening to:
phan and i sang along and danced around like tards in the car the whole way up
to everything from stevie wonder to

stevie b

it's all good.

home at the parents.
dad is in se asia
so i’ve been sleeping with mom despite having my own bedroom here
because her bed is awesome and i miss being close to her,
even though i have to kick her in the back every other hour to keep her from snoring.

happy holidays!



currently listening to:
adam is a total punkass who likes to take advantage of my gullibility,
but he produces some good stuff, some damn good stuff.

the stoop

download his album here.