goodbye sf bitches!

last friday, my last night in sf,
cat took me to club mighty to down coronas mixed with redbull
and i danced until 4am to some damn good techno.

now back at my parents house in elk grove.
it’s nice having mom take care of me and feed my belly.
i told her i was going to marry a girl like her one day.
she shook her head and let out a sigh.

and sure, why not.
here was my first attempt at narrative film making,
produced last year for my media production class.

“mỹ Ä‘en”, in english and vietnamese (with english subtitles)

total running time: 4:25.

currently listening to:
cat wouldn’t let me play oh l’amour in the car
because the last time i was heartbroken,
we blasted that song on repeat the whole time we drove to and back from lake tahoe.

so we sang along to


shot inserts for 9 hours straight

for sean and the guerilla wanderers.

jessica, in boxed up.


on a lighter note,
whoever decided on using that video of osby flying around sf for one of the obsoleet visuals is brilliant.
i couldn’t stop laughing!


mad love and respect to sfrp.
you guys know how to throw an underground proper.

sorry i left early;
my body was busted from working all day.
here are some pictures
because i know how much you guys love to look at pics of yourselves. :p~

love my brother

i took vinh to his first warehouse party on saturday.
he was a little overwhelmed because i had introduced him to so many people.
when we left, i asked him, “well do you remember anyone’s names?”
he said, “osby.”

outside the evilbreaks party.


currently listening to:
normally i’d tease vinh for his crappy taste in music,
but i thought

this track
was pretty dope when he blasted it in the suv.

"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.

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

screw sponge bob. i want a sponge job.

2003 was suppose to be the year of projects
but i think most of it was spent flying.


the past two weeks:
i wanted to forget it was christmas..
spend it alone
frollicking around the flat in my undies.

but sebastian wouldn’t have it and flew me out to arizona
to spend christmas with his family.
i was charmed by his mother,
who dances along to
and his father,
who we caught daydreaming during jeunet’s amelie.

sebby got me a vintage 8mm movie camera.


i made a brief appearance at the dna lounge.


went snowboarding with zachary on 2.5 hours of sleep.


nye with 25 friends nibbling on tapas at andalu.
i haven’t seen the south bay kids since august.
i swear, you will never find another group of people with
such distinct personalities, strong opinions
and omg.. the funniest dialogues.

li is one of my favorites.


the entrance to a clandestine warehouse party we stopped by.


my new year’s kiss:
the cutest boy in the world called me seconds to midnight from las vegas
and kissed me over my cell phone. :)

currently listening to:

when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned

california visit recap

nothing is more comforting than
catching up at the family dinner table with mom’s home cooking.

all girls slumber party at vi’s house.
we were all being sissy la la while watching the ring.
the freakiest part of the night was when the phone rang
immediately after the movie ended.
we all jumped up and screamed.
vi also surprised me with a birthday cake.

fresh catfish and stir-fried yummies | vi, karla, me & the birthday cake |
karla doing the cabbage patch


techno party in oakland.
it was nice seeing the reaction on people’s faces when they saw me.
“WTF?? what?? you’re here!!”

nico went all crazy on us | alida looking as cute as ever | miki and me


hung out in san francisco with tina and bought snowboards.
it felt like summer.

me in summer gear | tina in summer gear | patrice and her friendly snake


zeitgeist with rick, sean, tina, and lauren.
then dna lounge for goldie.
ran around the streets with tina tina the sperm cleana,
hollerin’ at random cute boys (like old times).
fell asleep in sean’s car before midnight and missed the whole show.

corey on the decks at dna | tequila shots | trailer at butter


lots and lots of sleep.

snowboarding in tahoe with vi, khai, tina and patrice.
found hikaru on the sugar and spice run,
got too excited and we fell on each other.
i took pics on a disposable camera.
i’ll upload when i develop them.

i will be here until sunday.

goodbye dear friends

i didn’t want to make such a big fuss about leaving the bay area
but it would be sort of shady of me to not have a farewell get together with you guys.
so thursday night at incognita will be my last night to kick it with you wonderful people.
please come. your attendance would be much appreciated.

here’s osby’s bsp to sfraves:
On Wed, 11 December 2002, “Osby Jamz” wrote:
Hey… there’s gonna be like this South Bay Invasion comin’ up @ Incognita this Thursday…. check it out:
Anywaze, The Bay Area will be sayin’ Have a gRoovy trip 2 Boston C U soon
2 our DNB/2-Step/Breakbeats Spinstress Diva, Mylai in a Huge way!!!

Killa Subz Homies will be hosting the Jungle room while
Bay Area BreakBeat Super Heros will be spinning in the other room!!
It’s gonna be so fun!!! Grrrrrrr… but there’s so many Groovy things goin’ on that night…OMG!!! It’s so hard 2 decide!!!
But I know this will be 1 of my Mondo stops of the night ’cause I Love My Mylai!!!


due to the mexico vow

this past weekend,
three of my favorite crackheads and i


(and two other girls) took a trip to the flashiest, most sinful city in america:
las vegas, nevada.


i’m really going to miss karla; the other clumsy girl,
tina; crazy girl gone wild,
and vi;
the sacrificial flirt who got us vip’ed for five out of six clubs
and had the guts to show the crowd the wokka wokka
while dancing on stage at coyote ugly.

you win the mvp award this time miss ghetto *fob*ulous.


tina and vi and the foot long pina-colada-strawberry-daquiry.


more pics here.

currently listening to:
sorry, but i can’t get off the catchy hiphop tip.

imma be the one to break it to ya

"it wasn't one of your finer moments."

i withdrew $140 prior to the underworld concert.
by the end of the night, i was left with nada!

“excuse me miss, can you spare some change?”
“no, sorry sir, i spent it all on beer.”

yeah, the underworld concert became
one of those fuzzy nights..


where i wake up in the morning with
hieroglyphical chicken scratch all over my arms


and an indecent tattoo on my left shoulder.


yeah, it was one of those nights.

rawk on.


in pigtails today

1. i skipped out on my theatre arts class to spend some time with my adorable boyfriend
before he left for detroit.
that’s right. i said boyfriend. i am officially off the market. :)

2. i watched babe, one of my favorite movies. i love that pig.

3. project #1: nova ticket design (although small) finished.
this year’s theme for nova’s cabin party is pajama party.
they wanted cute, simple and pretty.. “and can you please include a rubber ducky?”

this is what they got.


i find it difficult photographing dancers.
shoot them at a fast speed and you lose the energy.
shoot them at a slow speed and you get a big sloppy blur.

still practicing..

breakdancers shot at f4-5.6 @60-125



currently listening to:

new edition
all day.

shimmy shimmy

friday night, rick and i got skilly.


saturday night, uk garage at the tenderloft.


yesterday, i babysat twitch, vinh’s new labrador puppy.
twitch is a very dumb dog.
i left briefly to check my email and when i returned,
he was chewing on a piece of poop he had just pooped.
EWWW! what kind of dog eats his own poop?!
then i thought to myself,
“OH DEAR GAWD. i just left him lick my face.”


down it.

friday night,
guest listed at ghetto clubs in downtown san jose
with karla, ranie, john, vi, cedrick, paula, mark, cathy..
same shit, different weekend.

me and vi


today, mike and i checked out “24 hour party people”,
an excellent film on the launch of factory recordings in manchester..
which of course, partially initiated the beginning of electronic music
and the scene as we know it today.

one of the funniest, coolest guys i know.


saturday night

underground renegade set below a freeway,
next to an industrial urban wasteland.
200 party kids.. oh those hardcore party kids will party anywhere.


po-po mofoz alwayz be spoilin’ our fun, bustin’ the party ‘n chit. funk joo mang!
we be mobbin’ to sparky’s dinah yO.


currently listening to:

jr. high school ghetto days

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.


blah blah

wednesday night:
false profits party.
beautiful people with impeccable style.
wrote “wanna make out?” on the palm of my hand
and flashed it at random guys.
received nothing but lame “awe! how cute!” responses.

fourth of july:
bbq at auntie ling’s house.
watched fireworks with my adorable, animated cousins.

tina, josh and i saw minority report.

i tried on the most charming wedding gown while
visiting leslie on the haight.

[picture by tina]

oode 6

i am incredibly grateful for being able to attend
such a special event that celebrates
friendship, music and joie de vivre.


saturday night, in the middle of the field,
backs on the ground, hand in hand, head on belly,
leg over arm, head on shoulders, hand in hand in hand,
while we all stared at the sky,
i realized how precious you all were and

“how wonderful life is, now you’re in the world…”


nicola.. and corey.


rewind again

last night at rewind,
you guys RAWkED the dancefloor.
i’m serious!
all you fools have rhythm,
shakin’ yer groove thang,
totally uninhibited..
music ties us together, baby.

oh eric, if only you didn’t like boys.



turn off your computer, leave the cave
and come bounce with us at the lake on saturday.