Lunch Break

Went to The Grove with my coworkers today during lunch. We were celebrity hunting, but didn't spot anyone... last time someone spotted Kanye and his entourage. This was taken at the Mac store.

-Lucky to have coworkers who I can connect with.

Wednesday Thoughts

I love it when Ern walks into my room and lays on my bed and unravels his thoughts of the day.

It's probably my favorite moment in LA.

We exchange stories and frustrations, offer insights and humor. Songs and judgments. Cant ask for anything more.

The other day I told him the story below ...


One of my coworkers started to talk about penises. She asked me if I knew what the average penis size was and I responded, "5 to 6 inches."

"REALLY!?!?" she exclaimed
"Yeah well... there are a lot of people in this world"
"6 is HUGE!!!!!"

I was taken back. I thought her "really" was a reaction of how small the average penis was... at that point I realized that I watch too much porn.

Ern offered insight- that men are obsessed with size. And that if you show a women a penis... she would react OH a penis... maybe on average? I really don't know what goes on in a woman's mind. Scared to know.

It's also nice to be out at work. I am very myself during the majority of the hours of the weekday.

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Tired. I whispered to my right hand, "lets just cuddle tonight."

I Enjoy being a Wannabe Hipster

Last night my friends and I met up with Jimmy and his posse at "Mustache Monday's" at La Cita down the street from my house and I've discovered the joys of hipsterdom.

As I described it on my twitter, "It was like an ugly fashion show." The girls were cute, some had chunks of hair missing from their scalps. As they walked passed, Ern and I would say loudly, "CUUUTE" and point at them to make sure they knew we were talking about them.

The boys creatively dressed with suspenders, glasses they stole from their grandpa... one guy was wearing a matador jacket. Another dude was wearing a dressy vest... and nothing underneath. Like a systematic throw up of style. Drag queens were in random corners, some Japanese exchange students... it was people from all likes of the world.

Hair was big, experimental, random. It felt like I was in a competition to get noticed and the person who got the most judgments... won a prize.

Next time we come here Ern and I agreed to dress each other in ANYTHING we want... except fitted v-necks that should be saved for our WeHo uniform.

The music was amazing. I was surprised to see a packed dance floor on a Monday night and work was the last thing I was thinking about. I felt like dancing like I didn't care. My hip hop moves were thrown out the window and I just gyrated my body to the beats of this awesome eclectic DJ. I tried my best to look as ridiculous as possible because dancing "normally" was boring.

Electronica, Hip Hop, Pop... the different colors of music appealed to the different characters at the club. I loved it so much. But next time I'll be better prepared with more accessories, yes... accessories are key.


Jimmy warned me that Mustache Mondays is "very different and not just pretty boys" I exclaimed, "GOOD! I hate pretty boys!" Ern and I agreed that we found a lot of the kids there attractive because they were interesting and seemingly had more depth.

Jimmy was introducing me to his bf for a second time. We had already met at WeHo, but I didn't remember. He said, that we were introduced on one side of the street then when we crossed I said, "Jimmy.. why are are you talking to those strangers!?" Oops. His bf wasn't very happy I forgot him within a span of 20 seconds. That takes a lot of skill.

At the end of the night I went up to this one girl and said to her, "you are such a good dancer.. you are making me straight curious!" She got all flattered and I walked away.

Next, Jimmy and friends are going to go to a black club. After the awesome ugly marathon of counter culture, we were craving something with swagger. YES! to experiencing different venues of life. YES! to complimenting strangers.. and YES! to meeting new friends through Tumblr. :]

Mad love..

December 2009 Recap

Lots of things went down in December. East coast trip, Christmas parties... here are some remnant pictures I've been meaning to upload.

Crazy Aunt Doris returns.... I AMUSE myself so much. God, I'm so hot.




Relaxing in Echo Park with xtine.




Gossip girls Dim Sum breakfast with the bitches... except MoAny, I hate u.


Endless delicious Korean food- Bossam, Noodle Salad and Seafood Pancake. It's interesting how I could identify it as Korean immediately.


Work fun- As a prank, the team put a huge Christmas Tree in someone's cube. Other pranks involve turning another cube into a night club, completely gift wrapping someone's cube include their monitor, chair, pens and an office into farmville (complete with that hot airballon, animals and trees with apples?) And those are my coworkers being fierce.


Hairchive: Horse Hair. Check out that Mane and those crazy cowlicks!

That's a lot of Face

My hair was getting a bit too long.... and I continued to not get hit on. If I pulled my bangs straight down they would cover my eyes and most of my nose. I think it was the longest I've had bangs. I was happy that I finally achieved THICK bangs after months of growing it out because my large Vietnamese forehead can cover all of California if flattened. Though I love my hair in a beanie, it only looked good from one angle and I felt like it was 2010 and I needed something clean.

After the cut, there was enough hair on the floor to make a cat.

Before and After. That's a lot of face.

I call this hairchive, the Maddox Pitt. I have a patch of hair in the back similar to Maddox.

I love kids with Mohawks. I saw a few at the mall.

New Years Eve

These are how many folks stayed at my place for Caitlin's wedding! But off to Pasadena for New Years Eve! Yes, that's an ethnic Santa in the background.


New Years Eve dinner: Home made stuffed bell peppers. Sandy is a good chef.


After dinner we took shots and played drinking games. You can see that I drank the most.


Walking to the Metro





Silly string in my eye!



Happy New Year from Pasadena!

Pat Me on the Back

I feel like sex noises are important. I need to know if I'm doing a good job. Pat me on the back or something.

Kissing tips-



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Last night I had a dream that I lived in a church and witnessed a baptism. The baby was on a conveyor belt And the family members were chanting French.