My Parents... were recording a song.

So... my parents recorded a song at their friend's professional-esk studio:

I'm not shitting you.



This is why you weren't picking up your phones?!?!?!? Oh God.

Spicy Salsa!

So Andre invited me to go to some Free Salsa Lessons in Japantown San Jose!

And I'm like, FUCK YEAH!

BTW, my cousins dances Salsa competitively, she's the hottie in the blue:



The class was awesome. The teacher has obviously done this class too many times- his words were dry like a tutorial. I was actually proud that he was Asian.

As more students filled the room, I noticed that there were WAY too many guys. Strange. Soon Andre had to leave and I stayed by my lonesome. As I rotated partners, I felt as if the girls were giving me strange looks as if I was a creeper.

Calm down, I'm fucking gay.
Maybe because I was unshaven and my hair was a mess and my shirt was stained (i came straight from the gym)

And because there were too many guys, I found myself with out a partner a good number of the rotations. Initially, I felt a bit suave for picking up the steps, but as the patterns got harder, I actually sucked badly. My Swing Dance rhythm messed me up and I was getting a bit frustrated.

So I left. But I'm not defeated.
These classes are free, please join me. Please?


I know you would take them with me Michelle NooYen.
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Next week, he invited me to Aztec Dancing!!! Woot woot. Hopefully he doesn't leave early again.

Friends and Lovers

Multiple Lovers
At the South East Asian Graduation ceremony at Berkeley, Christine alleviated me of loneliness. We basically cuddled on the wooden floor as graduating seniors said their teary thank yous one by one. Her touch was warm... I absolutely love her.


We had a discussion about Polyamory (having multiple lovers). The problem with monogamy is envy... we get jealous when the people who are special in our lives interact romantically/sexually with others (for understandable reasons). In a way, the people that we care about become a possession. "He's mine, back off... get your own man." Who are we to claim others as ours?

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Legacy of SEA and Sky
JV, who posses the biggest heart I know, was the last to go on the stage. It was there that he invited his grandma who's never been on a college stage to come up with him and accept the diploma. He proudly stated to the 50 families before him: when we earn a degree, our family earns a degree with us. Our successes are a reflection of our family's successes. His powerful words tugged me as he adorned his confused little grandma with his sashes, leis and hugs her proudly. "This is for you."


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Affection
Seyron used his guilty powers and got me to travel to Berkeley again to see him before he leaves. Seyron considers me his Kuya, like JV does, so of course I must come to see him when he sends an invitation. Appropriately while I was feeling lonely (as were a lot of people I knew).

As we strolled the streets of Berkeley with his arm comfortably around my shoulder, I realized that I wish I had been more public about my affection while I was a student. That's right, i wish I was MORE touchy!



To me, we are a society that needs more touching from guys (gay or straight). We need to be reminded with subtle/blunt touches that we care for one another at that instant. I am a proponent of BroMance and tasteful PDA. Oh and I wish I ate at CheeseBoard Pizza while I was there. North Side was such a mystery to me!

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Friends Scattered
We saw Star Trek, the non stop action left my heart beating irregularly and the quick dialogue left my brain struggling. But it was nice to catch up with the rest of the world.

I visited Miwa who is an old lady now. She works then sleeps at 10pm in her Emeryville home with her husband and dog. She kicked me out after reminiscing when her bed time came so I called my nocturnal buddies Charles and Huan:


An emergency snack and Huan without his MoHawk... nasty!

Huan has a new boo in his life, who I find adorable. =X The boy complimented my textured hair!

After my trip, I realize that my friends weren't out of touch... I'm beginning to understand why people travel to see good friends. I am an idiot for letting traffic and gas prices deter me from surround myself with the company that I obviously posses (I have no right to feel lonely). If only I didn't fall asleep at the wheel.

Huan & Charles are looking for a 3rd roommate, and I am plan B. I think it would be a smart thing to do to move in with them. For me to settle with any job to make rent, force me to be independent... I hope something comes up with that other guy =X

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The day before, I celebrated Memorial Day with Caitlin and Joe with some Sangria Pong... because we're classy. Joe has been really loyal to me... despite how popular he is. :D





I know, I know.. I only own two V-necks, give me a break, Im trying to catch up with the other gays.

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Flirting
Today I flirted with Craig (despite knowing he has a boo =X) and he reciprocated.
I sat next to him, looking at his cute face. He must have noticed and so he doodled on my notebook: "Hi! :]" My heart sort of skipped a beat.

Why do you tease me? The mutual doodling distracted me and class was over quickly. I asked for his screen name (because a phone number would be too forward) and left him quickly playing the "cool guy card," then skipped to my car when he was out of sight.

I think I'm setting myself for utter failure.... unless polyamory is a part of his vocabulary. I like that idea: multiple lovers... sounds like the most honest thing gay guys can do.

Anyway!

I'm not even on accutane yet. Are you guys excited?!
Sorry for being a downer.

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Last night was brilliant. My friend, Tiffany, who works for the advertising agency, was in town and I showed her lovely downtown San Jose. I learned a new term for being drunk: Smoshed... cool.

We Karaoked (o-town biiitch), danced, hookahed and LaVics until 2am. Gay bar, dive bar, early 90s bar. The sake bar was closed and we bypassed the clubs that had the audacity to charge 10-20 bucks on a Sunday.

It was so pleasant to have her by my side. Bouncing back and forth in conversation- because we have good chemistry even though we haven't talked in a century.

She forwarded my resume to her CEO. Hopefully, I get in. I'd move to LA... and that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I love the Yay Area. I HATE LA, but... you know what? let's do something different.

:[ I didn't have my camera.. so no pictures with Tiff. These are from Saturday.

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Thanks for the encouraging words you guys! :D. They were giving out free girl's underwear the other day. What do you think?

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What I like about Straight clubs:

1. Awesome music, top forty shit and Hyphy dancing.
2. Bumping shoulders with straight guy friends, throwing our arms in the club like we rule the place.
3. And the adrenaline you get from hitting on a guy and not knowing if he's gonna kick your ass or ask you out.




What I hate about Straight clubs:
1. Creepy guys standing on the sidelines who don't dance, but rather EYE rape everyone
2. Slutty girls who get into girl fights.. pushing and shoving for no god damn reason.
3. Dress code. I had to wear a jacket over my "inappropriate white t." You serious?!

Girl lost some extensions!

Voodoo is now my club of choice in San Jose.

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Congratulations class of '09. Especially you, JV. You are my adding.. or subtracting... or whatever that Pilipino term is. I have no pictures with you in my camera :[

Constructive Negative Feelings

On Friday, I felt an overwhelming sensation of loneliness. Not because it's spring and I desire LOVVVe... that's whatever. But a ... I miss having, a homeboy, a wing man, saying "that's my BOIIII" sort of loneliness.

I don't like having to jump from friend to friend so often. I like having a clique, a best friend. I feel like I have become, in general, a peripheral friend, an after thought. I think this is due to the fact that I've been going to things by myself... such as graduation parties.

I took that negative energy and decided to be productive. I scanned my music library for songs on loneliness and drafted a script for an awesome EMO music video for youtube involving getting out of bed, scrolling jobs and walking my dog. I began to laugh at myself. Loneliness is such a common, normal feeling... i reassure myself.

And for some reason about 5 (magic number) of my friends contacted me about their loneliness about them moping around for some reason or another. SO I had an impromptu Resident Evil Party that involved screaming and "back seat game playing" until 2AM.

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So... I've met a couple of folks. They asked me where I went to school and I said Berkeley and they go... "Ohhh Sorrrrryyyy."

WTF?! Is it the way I'm saying it? I'm just going to say a UC next time. God.

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I just accused my parents of being irresponsible. And then I broke down.

I'm thinking that I've let everything that I'm not happy with build up. I refuse to mope. I refuse write as if I am mad at the world. I refuse to let myself be consumed with needless negativity. And the moment I felt abandoned by my family, I broke down.

"Irresponsible is a very strong word Christopher, it was our fault, but you don't have to right to accuse us of that with this one incident." I turned around and walked away before my parents became confused at my reaction... When I got my DUI, my parents didn't accuse me of irresponsibility.

And I absolutely have no right to feel this way... once again my life is an apple pie. I feel a little ungrateful, ridiculous, childish. But I guess, I just needed to let some bottled up feelings go...

...because, that's natural.

Hero

I also want to be the one to pull the red handle. Red is a very distracting color.

3:30 AM Pissed off Session

I'm getting a bit annoyed when folks don't respond to texts or when they don't call back once they see a missed called... for one reason or another.

About 5 of my friends did that to me this weekend and you know what. Fuck off.
I'm not even going to bother calling you anymore.

What topped the cake was when my brother called me at 1am while I was out and asked to be picked up because mom and dad weren't responding tohis calls. I texted my parents, got no response so I sobered up and went to pick up my brother at 3AM to find out that my parents swung by 10 minutes earlier.

I was so pissed, I knocked on their bedroom door and in the most perturbed voice said, "NEXT TIME, when you can't pick up Shannon (my younger brother) please let me know." My mom responded that she wasn't aware that Shannon called me... I uttered, "ridiculous" and closed the door.

I love that my parents party, but this is getting out of control.

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