I really do need a haircut, but man, I wake up with great bed head!
Hairchive: The Conferido
My friends say it's a bit aggressive. Hah.
And don't mind the PedoSmile. LOL!
Inspired by my husband Ryan Conferido from SO You Think you Can Dance and now America's Best Dance Crew. But of course, it only looks good from one angle.
His thick processed hair protects his head from head spins. Brilliant.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Milking that 30 Dollar Haircut
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday.
Who knew Chevy's had a happy hour until 7pm in the Cantina- 3 Dollar Margaritas and 3 dollar appetizers. Brilliant.
As I showed the waiter my ID, he exclaimed, "OHH Mr.LeKwon! Do you remember me?" Hmmm, he was Hispanic and had a mustache, looked about 38, "I don't think so......?"
"I am the attendant at your High School."
Good lord, that was 6 years ago and this fella still remembers me?! "Ah yes, was it because I was always late!?"
"No, I just remember you."
Oh man.
I guess among the Nguyens and the Chavezs, my last name stood out. :T
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Cuddle Buddy.
So, I have a cuddle buddy. It's a bit strange, but comforting. Strange because it's a mutual understanding that we don't like each other like that with out the need of FRIEND BOMB comments, yet we are okay holding each other as we sleep.
I guess, because we're not attracted to one another, there is no "temptation" to fight. Which is great to keep me from being a little whore. I also think it helps that we have similar philosophies when it comes to hooking up and dating. Plus he claims to be the type of guy that "guys fall in love with." Just cuz he said that, I probably won't fall in love with him, Easy.
Heh, I no longer stand alone in the idea of platonic cuddling... but we'll see how "weird things may get." Joe argues, cuddling- there has to be some SORT of attraction. My attraction is body heat and a man pillow.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Asians Can't Drive Either
Last night, I was thrilled to attend the South Bay Queer and Asian Rap session in downtown San Jose. I had some issues finding parking and of course, I hit a car.
It was dark.
And more like I knocked out the glass on my right side rear view mirror driving too close to the side.
I'm not meant to drive.
EVAH.
I got disheartened by my stupidity that I just drove home without attending the meeting.
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Geez, am I that rusty? Being a bad driver... "that's so Asian." That's me.
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So thinking about it... being a bad driver, being thrifty, eating everything on my plate makes me "so Asian." (even though I argue that I makes me SOOOO Christopher.. because I know how to live on a budget and I hate wasted food). I am going to embrace these negative stereotypes and say... "yes, I am Asian and that is why I behave like that. Whatchu gonna do about it!?"
WHATCHU GONNNNA DO!??!?!
Not be my friend?! Huh!??!
Or I can be like Cathy Nguyen and FAIL to embrace the Asianess in me by saying my last name like some ignorant American void of any sort of cultural awareness. Honestly, WHO SAYS NOOYIN!?!? (If they weren't joking).
It's ONE syllable. Say...Ngwin or be funny about and say NahGuYen. But NOO-YIN!? God, to me, that's more embracing than driving into a tree because you were trying to eat all the pearls in your tea after coming back from the dollar store in your car that has plastic lined on the floor.
Vietnamese names are hard to say right... like Tuan and Ngan and Jennifer... that they have been Americanized so that it's less ugly. But I still find "Nooyin" utterly ridiculous because it's SO OFF and wrong, she might as well said her name was Cathy Johnson. To me, Your own LAST name should be introduced to others somewhat close to it's original pronunciation. By saying it so that others are comfortable, it's like you're ashamed or lazy or maybe you did lose some of your roots. But ultimately it's your last name to "adjust" so to speak.
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But she's so pretty... and not Filipino. Sigh and not Vietnamese either.
Another Video of Cathy Noo-yen and her undeniable American Talent:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
500TH POST!!

Believe it or not (including my 25 unpublished entries) this is my 500TH POST!
Thanks for reading guys!
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Today I feel sexy. I have this sexy raspy voice and my hair is looking awesome. If only others were around to appreciate it with me.
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I have interesting taste in guys.
I like guys who look interesting.
Maybe that's why I'm intrigued by mixed folks.
But in addition to all of that, I've discovered that I'm attracted to everything that has to do with the mouth: smile and voice.
I was watching this dude's youtube video and instantly found him adorable because of the way he talked.
So, Downelink has this "Secret Crush Game" thing where you have 5 guesses to guess who has a crush on you. I, of course, have never gotten a secret crush notification, but I did send one to the youtube guy. And.. he figured me out with in 5 guesses. Fuck.
How embarrassing. I also commented on his youtube video- can we say aggressive?
I also like guys with average bodies and who are a little bit self conscious. I like hearing them talk (with their sexy voice) about all the things they think are wrong with them so that I can make them feel better. And guys with average bodies don't parade shirtless... I like that. Because their body is mine to see and their unique facial features are mine to appreciate.
Wow.. I really AM weird.
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I showed the picture of the YouTube guy to some friends and they said, "Oooo, He's Okay.. He's not UGLY!"
huh,.....
Which makes me feel better. I'd rather not be universally attractive and I wouldn't want to date a universally attractive guy. Some say I appreciate inner beauty... but actually, I'm just selfish.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Because I'm Sick and Bored
When's the last time you fell asleep watching a movie?
Disaster Movie... because Not Another Teen Movie was so good, I was hopeful
Are any of your texts in your inbox locked and why?
Yes about 100 of my favorite texts from my lovers, haters and mom
Is there that one guy/girl that you'll always consider a best friend?
yes. this blog.
How many cell phones have you had in your life?
9. Drowned, stolen, smashed, lost, dysfunctional
What's the last thing you laughed really hard over?
Szeto and I on the Ski lift eating our home made smashed and frozen sandwiches in a blizzard.
When was the last time you were told you were cute?
=/ a couple of months ago
Last night, did you go to sleep smiling?
No.. coughing. And that would be weird.
Any summer plans for 2009?
Go to another country with either my cousin or Christine
The last song you heard?
Chasing Pavement by Adele
How long can you go with out your phone?
1 week. I've tested how insane I got. The 7th day was the worst
Are you missing someone?
Yes, wondering if they miss me back
If you could go back in time, how far back would you go?
1. Back to the 90's to tell my folks not to sell their house until 2006. (They bought the house for 150 K. They would have sold for 500K)
2. Back to Berkeley to change my degree to Psychology
3. And back to high school/college to relive it.
Have you ever quoted a line from a movie?
All the time. I bleed pop culture... KEN LEEEEEE!!!
Did anything special happen today?
A Dayquil got lodged in my throat
Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
Yes. I do.
What will you do tomorrow?
Going to Community College
What's the last thing you bought?
The BEST Japanese Buffet for 10.50 at Mizu's in Sacramento!
Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly?
Yeah. And they said it back to me at the exact same time. (think about this one.. it's a riddle)
Last time you felt bad about something?
When I made MoAny feel guilty for not planning on going to Ski trip when I should let him be. It is, what it is.
Do you think love affects the way you go on with life?
I try hard not to let it. I think I'm succeeding at creating a nice strong facade.
Biggest annoyance right now?
When people say.. "that's so Asian" when someone is thrifty, clean or not wasteful.
ITS FUCKING ANNOYING!!! Especially when ASIAN people say it. So.. what?! You're not Asian!? Being cheap, putting plastic on your furniture and eating everything on your plate has NOTHING to do with being Asian. OTHER RACES DO IT TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UGH UGH UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It would make sense if someone said, "You're celebrating Chinese New Year!? That's SO ASIAN!" That would be okay.
Have you spoke to your mother today?
Yes, I asked her if I could eat the pizza in the fridge.
Are you too forgiving?
Yes. But I still hold silent grudges... and then 10 minutes later I forget.
Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
Yes, the person who is reading my blog. Thank you.
Yo Sun!
I totally jinxed myself when I said I haven't been sick in 3 years. And now here I am thankful that I found some soup in the cupboard and drinking gallons of water so that I can sleep with out coughing.
I fell off the bed when I discovered that the house had no cough sirop. My folks handed me a better alternative: Eagle Brand Medicated Oil, or dau xanh (yO sun). You know, the shit that Asian people having been using since the Xia Dynasty before Americans came up with Vicks 44 vapor rub, which I swear came out in 1999.
I've never been down with Asian Medicine. I went to an Asian "doctor" for my skin who told me I had a weak heart and needed to take these mystery vitamins that would cost me $65 a pop. No thank you Dr.Scam, I'll just rely on my personality. I think it's something about not being able to read the labels.
But... Dau Xanh, that's the shit. My grandma would ALWAYS have it in her pocket and a couple of dabs on her tongue would start her morning... and all it is is menthol. What a distinguishable smell. Please heal me.
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This year's lunar New Year was a bit depressing. My extended family is deteriorating due to death, moving away, busy schedules. Even I came late to the dinner. The food wasn't as hearty and a huge portion of my cousins were missing.
My red envelops were bursting at the seems. I guess the economy has nothing to do with wishing each other a wonderful new year in monetary form. But of course, all of that goes to paying Mark back for driving me to Tahoe for a ski trip.
Could you imagine all the money I would have if I had saved since I was 5?!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Comfortably 20 Something
I went to the Vasona Park in Los Gatos with my Folks.
I made them take Jumping pictures. Hilarious.
My mom looked at me and said, "if you didn't have acne, you'd be really handsome... you have romantic eyes." GEEE THANX MOM. Are you sure you don't mean creepy constipated eyes?
BTW, My mom's a great chef.
Mmm.. Fish and Duck Egg Noodle Soup. AMAZING
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So I've been okay. I haven't really needed to tap into my savings yet. But now, I think I should get any sort of job so that I don't spend more than I have.
MoAny was right, I don't feel any sense of urgency to grow up. I'd love to move out, get a job. IN fact, those are my 2009 goals, but man... why?!
Below is an article that Trinh posted on her blog that I'd like to share with you
Stop Worrying that Your Twentysomething is Lost
Here is an open letter to all the parents, aunts and uncles who write to me asking for advice about the twentysomething in their life who is an incorrigible underachiever:
Lighten up! No one should be labeled an underachiever in their twenties! The first thing you should ask yourself is whose standards are you using? This is not the same workplace that existed ten years ago. There are new rules, and you need to stop applying the old rules to someone who has no need for them.
The people who know exactly what they want to do when they are 22 are called, in the land of sociology, "fast starters." And today that is only 12% of the workforce. In general, these people are conservative, taking paths their parents took, and do not ask a lot of questions. The majority of twentysomethings today move back home with their parents , job hop every 18 months, and refuse to pay their dues.
And you know what? These are all good decisions. To you, these decisions might look like decisions that losers make, but the world is different. Do you know what a loser is today? A loser is someone who doesn't take the time to get to know herself. A loser is someone who saw his parents earn a lot of money and not get happiness from it and still deludes himself that money will make him happy. A loser is someone who looks for fame or prestige. A loser is someone who lets someone else tell them what success looks like.
Today success is personal. It's about using the years of emerging adulthood to figure out what works for you. This is time to experiment - try things and quit them and try other things. This is a time to have gaps in resumes, red in bank accounts, and a suitcase packed, ready to go at a moment's notice. These are symptoms of someone who is learning a lot and growing a lot.
Personal growth looks a lot like being lost. Lost is okay. Who wouldn't be with twenty years of schooling and no preparation for adult life? People grow more when they are lost then when they are on a straight path with a clear view of where they are going.
Don't tell me that your kid is a bar tender and will never grow up. Bar tenders have some of the best social skills in the workforce, and social skills are what matters. Bar tenders are not underachievers. Also, did you ever stop to ask your bar-tender kid what he does during the day when he's not pouring drinks? He's probably doing something fun and cool and a little risky that you didn't have the guts to try til you had a midlife crisis.
And don't tell me about your kid who isn't finishing college. No one said college has to happen right away. No one has research to show that if you do college right after high school you will be a happier person. But people do have research to show that if you take time to find yourself during your twenties then you will avoid a quarterlife crisis. So maybe it's okay that your niece is taking a year off of college to travel in Thailand. Or knit sweaters.
Stop judging the twentysomethings. Instead, look at yourself. Why is it so important for your twentysomething to make choices that you like? In fact, the most successful people in today's workplace are making choices that would have seemed absurd ten years ago. And things that are true today were not true ten years ago.
And have a heart. It's not easy to be a twentysomething today. These young people grew up with tons of structure, tons of adults watching over them, tons of accolades. It's a hard adjustment to go into the adult world where there is none of this. The most successful transitions happen when the person making the change receives time to adjust, space to grow, and support for tough decisions.
Have some patience. Most people find what they want to do with their life by the time they are 30. Really. And they are already putting so much pressure on themselves to find a good life. They don't need more pressure from you.
So there you have it.
...maybe I will teach English in South America.Coined Terms
I like coining terms. Makes me feel clever. These are the terms I've coined for the community, but I'm sure others have used them too without knowing their origin. HAHA!
Power Gay - Gay person with large leadership role on campus, in politics or in general (lots of influence)
Evan Low is such a power gay being Campbell's Elected Official
Registered Gay - Gay person on downelink or gay.com or dlist or adam4adam or whatever sites and is found easily with one click.
New Gay - Gay person who is inexperienced sexually, regarding the community or relationships.
He's such an unregistered new gay. WOW!
Gay for Play - A Gay person who isn't a part of the community. They just love cock. These are your craigslist friends. Gay is not an identity, gay is what you like to do in bed. Very closeted and with lots of straight friends.
Kragen Voice - When you use a lower register in your voice at work, with your straight friends or while buying car parts at Kragen Auto Parts.
About Sluts, being 19 and Downelink
The opposite of love is not hate; it's indifference.
Hate is a derivative of love.
Nothing hurts more than apathy... at least when you hate, there are feelings involved.
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A friend said some interesting things regarding boys including the above quote...
Slut or Not to Slut? That is the question.
Simply put- Just do it, but don't regret it. And others shouldn't hate you for it. Unless it was with their boyfriend. Which seems to be an issue in our "community." But my friend has no sympathy for those who complain about not being able to find love when they don't let love happen (because their too busy sucking/fucking on the first night out.)
My friend said he had a list of guys he's been with... and had issues with remembering half of their names. I said, I had a list and I put them into categories, "YOU HAD ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO CATEGORIZE THEM?!" Well... at least I know their names!
My friend also told me that he didn't need sex anymore. I laughed and responded, "I say the same thing... but I have a feeling you mean it more than me." We're probably jaded by our past unashamed sexcapades.
My friend said that he's the type of guy that boys fall in love with. (HAH!) And I thought to myself... I'm the type of guy that becomes your friend. =T Which is just fine with me.
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I found a CD labeled: "SHOW NO ONE" on the top of my family computer. It was my handwriting. I popped it in my computer and I found... you guessed it. Pictures in the shower... funny thing- it wasn't pictures of me in the shower. =X
God, I'm so careless.
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Being 19
I was chatting with this 27 year old and I fell to the floor when he said he wasn't out to some of his Christian friends and that he focused on school while he was college. WOW! A "new gay" in his late 20's! HOW RARE!
I'd say the magic number is 19.
When you're 19, you're young and beautiful and horny... but romantic. You get your first boyfriend and you cheat on him. You're EMO because you really did love him and you're a better boyfriend the second time around because it's "out of your system."
19 is when you make the transition from being BI to full on fabulous, fierce and/or if-you-like-it-then-you-should-have-put-a-ring-on-it. Being gay is fun and the community is supportive. You fuck everything and everyone and it's okay because all of your friends are cute and 19 and equally horny. You discover
19. Is a dangerous age.
(or rather, when I was 19, I was dangerous)
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Downelink.com/letopho
For those of you who didn't experience that, well then you experience other things at a different time. You are more attractive for it or less attractive for being inexperienced.
But aren't guys with 50 downelink friends more attractive then guys with 200?
I'd delete some, but man it's sort of like a reference.
"Wow, you have a lot of friends Chris." Well yeah, cuz I've been collecting since I was 19. "So this is how you meet guys?" Well no, it's more like a follow up tool. You meet someone new, and then you find them on downelink. At least now it is.
BTW: I hate guys that set their profile to private. What's the point?! Seriously... the only people looking at chu are other gay folks. It's DOWNELINK... you're already on the "downe low" why heighten more security. Lame. Now that duuuude who thought you were cute will have a difficult time finding you... and be even more deterred from sending you a message.
Stupid stupid people.
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I met my first boyfriend on XY.com and then my second on face-pic.com... maybe my third will come from match.com or eHarmony (as I am a more mature man.. hah!).
And it's frustrating. Why can't I meet my 3rd boyfriend at Borders? I imagine our first kiss to be like this:
Heh heh. Beautiful... but I don't mind having fun for a little while longer. I think my libido is coming back.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Boys Are Strange

Antony P. was inspired by Hylan Vo's amazing photos taken with a cheap point and shoot camera. Composition and photoshop skills were very evident. She definitely knows how to use her tripod. Anyway, Antony took me on a romantic venture to take pictures with his point-and-shoot canon and he gave me a couple of tips regarding focus and colors.
Obviously not Hylan status, but good enough for me.
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I really shouldn't be writing this... but it's interesting
So remember Mr.GoodDancer and Mr.HighEnergyMusic from December Dragon?
To recap Mr.HighEnergyMusic kept dropping friend bombs and Mr.GoodDancer turned out to be.. Mr.GoodFriend... in other words the chemistry was only on the dance floor.
My December Dragon interests became/stayed friends, but not just with me. I recently found out they were seeing each other this entire time after they met the same night.
Hah. Looks like, the game I described was being played while I was dancing.
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Heh in other news, I was chatting with a boy who made it clear that he wasn't interested early on, but this is what went down in a recent convo:
Boy: it's worth it
le tO Pho: hot
Boy: aw chris, why do you always have to say that?
le tO Pho: huh? what do u mean?
Boy: the word "hot"
le tO Pho: whats wrong with the word hot?
Boy: what's wrong with the word "hot"?
le tO Pho: yeah
Boy: it's used to describe objects of high temperature
le tO Pho: um
le tO Pho: and you use the word "Sweet"
le tO Pho: which is used to decribe a taste
Boy: that's true
Boy: but i hope you're not using "hot" to describe a person's actions
Boy: hahah, i respond awkwardly to flattery, but doesn't everyone?
le tO Pho: but, im not flattering you
le tO Pho: that's hot.. that's cool.. that's sweet
Boy: i guess you're the first person to use it, so i'm foreign to how it's interpreted
Boy: tomorrow's inauguration day!
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...
.....
yeah.
It was actually kind of cute. But weird. I'm actually sitting here wondering what's going on in his mind. A lot of.. "WHAT THE!!?!"
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Boys are strange.
Too Relaxed
I was laying on my stomach and friend was giving me a back massage.
As he straddled me he said, "Okay.. I want you to relax."
After he said that I farted, it was SO unintentional.
WhoooPs. But I was too drunk to be embarrassed. "TOO RELAXED!!" he shouted.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
THE DAY HAS COME
Now I can listen to CD's my friends made me while driving to visit them
Now I can drive to Berkeley and visit friends (and the career center)
Now I can run errands
Now I can be on my own schedule instead of the schedule of others and public transportation
Now I can pay for gas
Now I can be the designated driver
Now I can help my family do things for the house
Now I can go to the gym and sculpt my body for the summer.
I paid the 22 bucks. Why? Cuz the guy said it was the "fee to make my card" which makes more sense than the fee for "failure to surrender my card." Whatever, just give me the privilege, give me freedom, give me independence.
And Please don't pull me over again.
No drinking and driving, even if I "feel okay."
And if you're my friend. Don't let me drive even if I only had one drink. At least for the next 3 years. Any alcohol in my system will send me to jail.
IT IS ALLL BEHIND ME!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I FEEL SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!
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The Cost of a D.U.I.
7 Months of stress since the day it happened.
$4,099, yup.
Pause in my career
Depression
The feeling of worthlessness
Fear of San Jose Police
The Perks of D.U.I.
Appreciation of friends
Understanding of Self
Respect for alcoholics, drug addicts and people who continue with their lives despite obstacles.
Growth...
Life isn't all peaches and cream. Sometimes it's melons and sour milk.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Graduation from D.U.I. --TOMORROW
So, I was too eager to get my license back and I came a day early. Tomorrow, is the day when things are back to normal and I can begin a new chapter.
Though while I was there, I was informed of yet another fine:
Failure to "surrender my license."
Excuse me? If I didn't "surrender my license" then I wouldn't have been using this embarrassing California Id card for the passed 3 months. And I KNOW that the cops took that away from me like taking a butcher knife away from a toddler.
I made some calls. Apparently, from the cops to the DMV to the Mandatory Actions Unit in Sacramento... something went wrong and my License card was never filed as turned in.
The fine: $22
In comparison to this whole extravaganza, 22 bucks is like pennies. But, it's the principle. DOn't fine me for your faulty "system."
I began day dreaming about how irrational I would become at the DMV tomorrow fighting for the "principle" of it.
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Just for that I was majorly disheartened.
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When people ask me what school I went to, I respond sheepishly : Berkeley. Trying to be as modest as possible. When people ask me why my license was suspended I respond confidently: DUI!
I wonder why that is. Is a DUI an accomplishment? After reflecting, I think I have really graduated from the DUI experience with some sort of mental growth. I think I came out of it with some retrospective insight on Life in general.
How much the system is flawed... how I am as a person dealing with things... how I learn to appreciate friends... how it is getting arrested... how others think about you... how to appreciate public transportation... searching for escape... finding comfort... depending on yourself.
Feeling dependant, weak, strong, righteous, offended, childish, mature, embarassed, proud, disappointed... everything.
...and that is an accomplishment.
With my final payment tomorrow: around 150 bucks. As a sort of certificate in a form of a license card.... I have graduated from something unique, unforgettable and never to be repeated again.
Thank you... please attend my graduate ceremony. BYOB. And Neil, you need to bring your BAC Detector.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Subtle Life Updates
So here's what's up:
Grooming
I have stick limbs and a gut.
How unattractive is that?!
I really want to work on taking care of my body this year. Starting with my eyebrows.
Maybe it was the whole well-groomed men of Castro thing that got me... but I've started pulling at my face and I already feel more attractive.
Haha. Strange what a few strands would do to my confidence.
But I gots to be careful, I don't wanna get tweezer-happy.
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Family
My parents are funny. My dad asked me why I didn't call to tell him I wasn't coming home. I said, my phone was dead and he responds.. okay.. what about tonight? And I said I'm going to crash in the city again and my dad goes, "Oh kay.. we're going out too!"
One of these days I'm going be getting low with my Apple Bottom Jeans and then bump into my mom getting LOWER!
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Music
Last night...
I slept with my earbuds on listening to Clazziquai. This morning, I found myself tangled in the cord like an unborn tangled in its umbilical. NOOOOT smart, I am a stupid fetus.
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Hairchive
The 30 Dollar Style
While Aaron mocks me for spending twice as much as I should have. Anthony and some other folks say it's the best haircut I've ever gotten. Wilma said it scared her because it was so "styled." But alas, it's all grown out and I can't afford another luxurious trim.
Back to those Vietnamese Salons, I go.
The Dead Animal
This was at Denny's after clubbing with MoAny; something died on my head it seems. What do you guys think? Raccoon? Opossum? I think it might be a pigeon.
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Skin
Right now I'm testing Clean & Clear Exfoliate and Morning Burst. Which both seem to be a scam for teenage girls.
Next is going to be Purpose Gentle Wash and I'm going to give Neutrogena Acne Mark Fading Peel another try.
What does work
-Going to Vietnam
-Not thinking about
-Avoiding the mirror
-Being kissed by a guy and feeling fuckable.
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Poser
While others feel very unphotogenic, I feel the opposite. I think that I am AMAZINGLY photogenic. Cuz seriously, I don't look like that.. i'm very unattractive. Joe told me how annoyed he is at how many folks practice their picture-taking smile, head tilt.. push out your breast, suck in your tummy to make you look the best. Especially in posed pictures.
Take Neil for example: Chin up, squinty eyes, pouty lips, ghetto peace sign on the far left makes him a delcious thug Filipino with a scarf from women's gap. And the cute girl on the side makes for the perfect accessory.
But take a candid of Neil and all you got is Ms.SingleLadies Thang over here.
(Snicker, HI NEIL! *angel face*)
Anyway, I know which side is my best side (the one with the less dots) and I've mastered how high to lift my chin and how much to squint my eyes and pout my lips... and what angles make me look buff. See below:
HAHAHA... yeah...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Are You Going to Finish Strong?
Last month I adjusted the about me section of my blog to the right. I added the words... "with out holding anyone's hand." And I find myself in multiple occasions where I need to repeat to myself that I can depend on me.
I stumbled upon this video and it hit me hard.
I can say that these passed 6 months have been a trial. Trying hard and falling... falling face first... with nothing to report on my blog except, "I'm flirting with the idea," "i'm drinking and dancing," and "I touched a boy and I liked it."
What accomplishments have I achieved in the latter half of 2008? Vietnam, 2 months on my own... that was an accomplishment. I was almost about to raise my head high until the holidays, until the DMV, until my pettiness, until my inability to focus pushed me back down.
And now I'm here.. facing a new year with so many goals and I can't help but feel that I will be landing back on my face... but I'm an optimistic person and I will find my strength.
How do you do it Nick Vujicic?
This is the anthem to 2008, FUCK YOU!:
Monday, January 12, 2009
Music Obsession
When I hear a good song, I hunt to find it.
The Apple Application Shazaam was made for me!
I was at Hunters (surprise) and I fell in love with a song. The next day, I tried to remember the song, but could only remember two notes: da da!! I called and asked everyone I knew and sang the two notes, but they couldn't identify the song. Worthless.
It was like Lady Gaga's, Just Dance.. but that's: Dah.. DAHDAH.. Not DAHHH DAHH!
The other day, I was watching WongFu production, Just a Nice Guy
And I heard a song that sounded similar to the one at Hunter's at 6:48...
I tried to make out the lyrics.. "ALL NIGHT!" But this couldn't be it.. it sounded so 80s.
Today I google searched those lyrics and found "We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes off" By Jermaine Stewart (1986) and other covers by Lil Chris and Clea.
The song was quite catchy, but not exactly it. Too 90's and too European.
I liked the lyrics. Seriously, we don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time!!!
Finally I did another search and found "Clothes Off" by Gym Class Heroes! And there it was.
I can't believe I found it.
I'm so proud... it feels good not to be plagued by mystery!
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By the way... I'm really ghetto.
I Love Hip Hop with Dance Moves!
Click here for the video playlist and corresponding dance move on the right bar!
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This is me showing Michelle the Harlem Shake.
And for those of you who have a thing for the BOOTY SHAKE! HAHAHA
Partying is Expensive
This weekend I went with the flow... and the flow took me to the right places baby.
(Though it made a nice dent in my wallet.)
Friday- Bougie Ghetto
Oo Scrabble and 4 dollar long islands. Yacht is a funny word...that's like hella consonants. Aaron took me to the Hob Knob in the Alameda (board game bar). I ordered Calamari and ten minutes after my order I hear from the kitchen, "THAT CALIMARI LOOKS LIKE SHIT!" Hah... there was no hiding that one.
Anthony lost an absurd amount of weight. Enough that the waitress had to ask her supervisor cuz his ID didn't look like him. His secret to weight loss: Depression. I think it's healthier just to visit Asia for two months (and then gain all that weight back in 2 weeks when you come back to the states.)
Joe and Szeto then picked me up for Joe's "surprise dinner."
You know, eating expensive is cool... i mean sure... 35 bucks a plate. Whatever, you're paying for the "experience," but damn... it's so not worth it when your party is wearing jeans and t-shirts.
And I definitely wasn't dressed for the affair. ESPECIALLY in my giraffe shirt from Vietnam. At least Joe's bougie birthday dinner match his bougie birthday present from the boys: A replica of his BMW from the BMW store. NOT a toy model, but with actual leather and seat beats. REPLICA! I was hoping he would jizz in his pants.And then January Dragon... (There are SOOO Many other things to DO in the city...) Dragon was eh. Do you know why? I'll tell you why.
PKDJ was experimenting OR something. It was like it was off his iPod... a lot of obscure, undanceable music that really ruined the mood, for me at least. And he played the entire songs. ALL 3 minutes!
I went on a picture frenzy and this guy kissed me on the cheek. Appropriately enough, his face was blocked by a photobomber's cap.
After concluding he was cute enough despite his mullet and after a free Bacardi shot from the bartender.. heh heh, I approached mr.steals-a-kiss in my drunken stupor. His name was Brian from Marin County. As he talked, it was clear that he was fobby... but it wasn't too bad. He was a server and he was heading to another club. As he left, I asked for his number.
"I'll just see you there."
So you want me to chase you down? Fuck no. That's ridiculous. You kiss me on the cheek and then run away... man, that's just cruel. Leading me on and shit. Haha.
...and that was my night.
I conclude that the boys of Dragon are placed in two spectrum.
GHETTO --------- URBAN ------- PREPPY
FOBBY--------------------YOU'RE ASIAN?
The guy of interest was on the far left of both scales. o.0 Totally my type.. haha.
I danced with other boys and was raped. As in, they went for my penis... I KNOW.. AGAIN!?
You can touch me ANYWHERE else!! I mean.. how is that even supposed to turn me on. It turns me on when you're a good dancer. Not when you bend and snap.. Geezus. ARG!!!!
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Saturday: This is San Francisco
I crashed at a friend's place and walked to the Castro.
I observed the people walking the streets of San Francisco on Valencia. This guy walked right up a dog that was tied up and barking viciously and said, "AWW puppy, you aren't afraid to speak your minddd..." Wow... Dog Whisperer.
I was meeting up with the boys and Michelle at Lime in the Castro. I passed so many well- groomed men walking their dogs. I began to be self conscious about my own bushy manbrows. I also passed multiple cute breakfast places. Lime... was not a cute breakfast place. LIME was a night club during the day and had better music than Dragon. VERY POSH.
I felt like I should have been doing the cat walk while the host walked us to our table! Though we were all too hung over for bottomless Mimosas or to appreciate the good heavy bass music.
Our waiter- HOT. He had a deep man voice that I could not imitate. And he was wearing suspenders that made me want to grab him and push up against the DJ while my eggs Benedict fell to the floor. But instead, I accidentally poured hot water on my hand. Smooth.
Time to explore the City:
Haight and Ashbury- Giant Robot and Beautiful Dressing rooms. Michelle can't do vintage.. she's allergic.
Happy Hour Sushi for Dinner and Nachos for dessert. OH Michelle, she knows how to please me.
Randy invited us to DNA Lounge for BOOTIE! A MASH UP NIGHT. After humping Dina's bed to Pretty Ricky's Late Night Special, teaching Michelle my version of the C-walk and Harlem Shake and tweezing my nasty eyebrows, we found ourselves in a line full of white folks who look like GSI's (Graduate Student Instructors) and baristas wearing scarves and flannel. Michelle was happy she didn't dress sluttier and we realized that we wasted time practicing our body ROLLS when head bobbing seemed to have sufficed.
We over heard some folks talk about the night having "some fusion music." Michelle and I corrected them... "It's MASHUP, Fusion is when you put cream cheese in sushi or when you make chicken orange." HAHA, prepartying is the best.
When we got in we were pleasantly surprised; the music was outstanding. It was like dancing to top 40 and oldies at once... actually.. it was exactly like that. And this drag queen lip syncing to Little Mama's Lip Gloss was breath taking!Mash-ups are dangerous.. sometimes they're terrible:
But other times they're really good:
And...man... I fell in love with dancing and knowing all the songs and singing the lyrics and jumping up and down to rock songs. SO much fun.
And all of a sudden all these guys from downelink popped in out of no where. Hehe. Yay. And a guy I met while I was in the Castro... apparently he already had my number =x.
I danced with a boy that I've been casually interested in and he whispers in my ear, "Chris, you're badddd." I think I turned him on while dancing... NOT by touching his penis with my hands. Thank you very much.
We ended the night with some Ramen. But don't worry... we shared. OH MyMichelle.
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Sunday was chill.
Video games, lunch, Mr. & Ms. Smith, dinner, Szeto exhausted.
This weekend's damage
Food and Drinks: 10+20+8+ 15+10+10+12+18+10+3 = 116
Shopping and Things: 40+35+15 = 90
Total: 206.... HOW DID I DO THAT?!?! I could have gotten a cute peat coat from Villains!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
December ReCAP!
Lots to Blog about, but let's go in order.
This is My December:
December 2: Plan C
Wake UP Szeto! It's the HOLIDAY SEASON!
December 6: Jack London Square & NSU Culture Show
December 9: Lady Gaga- That Bitch didn't show up until 1AM. I hate her music now.
December 10: Birthday Dinner with Little Bro
December 12: DECEMBER DRAGON!
December 14: Just Hanging out. Went to Hali K Ono and such
Dude.. you can fry anything!
December 20: IGNIA CHRISTMAS PARTY!
Thanks to Aaron's parents for hooking it up especially for the suite at the Silver Legacy AND bottle service. That's why you got to be nice to your friend's parents
December 17: Brother's Performance
Okay, did anyone notice this? My brother was in a little musical piece. The three guys had blue afros... was the director playing a sick joke when he put the black kid next to them. Well.. I thought it was funny.
December 23: MoNeil's Taco Night
Mony LOOOOOVES meat. So much he broke his chop sticks at Dim Sum the day after his taco night. Dang, and it was a trip, when your number was called, it was like WINNING the Lottery! I couldn't believe how crowded dim sum was on Christmas Eve. Go Asians for not resting on such a western holiday.
December 24: Christmas Eve with Family
My dog has been stinking lots lately. Even under wrapping paper.
December 25: Christmas with Family
We played a gift wrapping game. Don't worry, people didn't get stabbed. My cousin who is a little older than me, bought everyone gifts. I feel like I grew up spoiled. Never expected to give... i should have changed that when I started working. =/
December 26: Falafel Drive In
December 29: Ice Skating and Hot Cocoa Sale
December 30: New Years Eve Eve
We are SO cool.
December 31: New Years Eve
My parents go out a lot.
You know... my parents are really cool. It makes me not want to leave home. Ugh... their reverse psychology always gets me. If only they were over bearing and strict and told me that I have to stay home... only then would I want to escape the confinds of mom and dad. But look at them.. this is Karaoke at 2am.