YES!!!

Just had the best run EVER. Went up with guys, but only came down with Phuc.

Good Morning

Ah yes...i can't wait to hit the icy slops. We're staying ay June's brother's place in Gardnerville.

This is a shot from the 3rd floor of the 6th floor suite. I think i'm going to like today; however, I'm wishing for a snow storm somewhere between now and 9:30.

I'm gonna try and convinced the guys to hit up the casinos instead of the clubs... wait a minute, are there clubs out here? Probably not.

Dad & Asian Hermaphrodites

Here is another entry from my old blog. It took me a while to find the picture. I didn't want to post it without it. Eh-enjoy.

Dated 11/25/2006 3:42 AM
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I know I don't spend as much time as I should at home, but you would think the amount of time I do spend at home I would at least see this one coming.

I was about to leave to Mark's apt but I was going to switch keychains because my car alarm broke off. I asked my dad where the spare keys were and he said it was in his drawer. I go to his room and couldn't find it in the desk. He then yelled from the kitchen that it was in the left drawer. I looked inside and pulled out this video tape.



I know you wouldn't believe me so I took a picture with my camera phone. Yes... I couldn't believe it too. Asian Hermaphrodites.

I'm not sure if it's my dads. It could be that it's my brothers and he was watching it in my dad's room since he's the only one in the house that owns a VHS player. However, my brother IS into black women. Then again, Asian Hermaphrodites is a long way AWAY from black women. This isn't the first time I've seen porn in my dad's VHS player, but DAMN... Hermaphrodites?!?

Is my dad trying to understand me? Is this his way of reaching out to me? How do I even know its my dad's? What the hell would you guys do? Let me know, please.

When you know you got too much time on your hands...

I know what you must be thinking.... "lemme borrow that top, betch!"
Anyways, I found a pair of skinny jeans in my closet and I'm not sure whose they are. I figured I'd try them on and this was the end result... it became an instant "I lost me to meth" ad.

What a "danger!"

God forgives; not me!

So last night Gil and I had a nice dinner which subsequently was going to lead to a movie; however we missed the 7pm showing of The Unborn and the next one was around 9:30pm. We ended up going to Starbucks next to the Safeway on Market and Church. We were killing time and calling some friends, but no one responded. Since I was amped on a double shot of espresso in a skinny vanilla latte, I felt that we should keep moving, avoiding all opportunity to pillow talk about our relationship. Unfortunately, Gil asked the proverbial question... "let's talk about us; where do we stand?"

*sigh*


Basically, we argued in Starbucks. We argued on the way back to the car. We argued on the drive home.
I must say, he put up a good yelling match one the way home, but since my blood was pumping caffeine like no other... I think I won that night. The winning line was... "What? What do you want me to do? You're asking for my forgiveness. Fuck you! I'm not God. God forgives; not me!"

then... a biblical silence falls upon us the rest of the ride home. I almost thought God was going to strike me down somewhere around Serramonte.

Happy Birthday Bing!

Just wanted to let everyone know it's Bing's Birthday. Happy 30th B-Day Bing.

Also, just a quick update, Craig is out of the ICU and was moved down the hall from where he was at last week. Besides the sweating from the pain and the fact that he hasn't showered in a week, he's looking good. 

AND...

Congratulations to Hiyas and Kariktan on their audition for the World Arts West Ethnic Dance Festival at Palace of Fine Arts today. Wishing you good luck to getting in. I hope we all make it... unless they only accept 1 genre per festival... in that case, I hope we get it... cuz that would be weird... hoping another group would get in before you... I mean come on now... really...

Ok, gotta get ready for Rich's sister's BDay. I think she's turning 38 or something. Happy BDay Carol.

/TRAY she uh/

He's Doing Better

I saw Craig last night. He's doing significantly better than yesterday, from what I hear, and he is moving out of the ICU today if they can find a place for him in the less intensive care units.

Craig is not eating solid foods yet, but did eat Jello last night. He also called me a bitch, so I'm assuming he's on his way to a speedy recovery. He'll be up and drinking in no time.

I think we're gonna try an visit him tonight once we get the word from Yoshi.

We've been finding articles online every now and then.

STOP PLAYING THE VICTIM YOU FUCKING BITCH!

He's getting on my last nerves.

If you follow me on twitter or seen my AIM status, you'll get what I mean. So a couple of weeks ago someone brought up that we should do something for Joe's B-Day (Saturday to Monday during MLK weekend) which happens on the same weekend as the Ethnic Dance Festival audition. After 3 minutes of debating, Joe said Reno and since we all know nobody wants to go to Reno (not even people from Reno) I took that as the plans are still up in the air. I didn't tell Gil yet because nothing was set in stone.

About a week ago the plans were solidified; however, Reno changed to Tahoe AND Saturday to Monday changed to Friday to Sunday. Since we have an audition on Saturday morning, I didn't tell Gil about it; however, I did tell Gil that the guys were going.

Apparently someone invited his best friend and his best friend asked if he was going. Subsequently, he get's mad because his best friend was invited and I have yet to invite him on the trip. So I asked Gil, if Grace and Kevin waits for us on Saturday did you want to go up with them. He says no because he has bills to pay.

So yesterday comes along. My mom buys a new car and has a rent a car until Monday. I tell Grace we have a rent a car for the trip. Gil asked me what's the plan for the weekend. I told him, I didn't know, probably just hang out at the cabin since we won't get there til Saturday night. Just like clock work, he get's pissed because He thinks he wasn't invited.

STOP PLAYING THE VICTIM YOU FUCKING BITCH!

La Isla De Los Alcatres

Yes... You've read the title correct, I've finally made it to Alcatraz.

Gilbert has mentioned he's wanted to visit the prison a while ago and he bought tickets to go this past weekend. I've uploaded the pictures to Google's Picasa but still haven't figured how to share pictures on blogger. Come to think of it, I'm unsure if blogger can embed a video from youtube. Fucking AOL sucks ass.

Anyways, the island wasn't what I expected at all. I had the impression there was going to be a structured tour and we had to stick to the group that we came with on the boat. Apparently, you can do whatever you want as soon as you get off the boat. You can spend a day there on your own, make your own tour, or play tag with your friends.

We ended up taking this "walk-around tour" with this park ranger that looks like the neighbor from pet cemetary. Instead of taking the group straight to the top, he led the group around the south end of the island and up these flagstone stairs to the courtyard. There were sights of the city I've never seen before. In fact, the photos that's were taken of the city does not do justice.

Although we spent the next 3 hours on the island doing the audio tour learning about the different levels of history behind the island, I recommend just spending a sunny day on the island; the views are breath taking.

Fucking Costco, Fuck You!!!

It's official... I fucking hate Costco.

So not that it's a big deal to anyone, but after months of research and saving up, I finally got a flat screen tv. I bought mine the day after Christmas at Sears because Sears was having a 70% off all electronics after Christmas sale. I was ambivolent between a 46" Samsung or a 42" Toshiba; however, I ended up getting the 42" Toshiba because the color contrast was better. So out the door, I paid about $1008.

After all that bullshit to consider (i.e., color contrast, refresh rate, and resolution) I get an email from Costco. They were selling a 42" Philips with 120Hz AND a Bluray Player for $998.99. Jesus Christ, I swear to God, I fucking hates Costco right now.

However, I have been mitigating the stress with this Online Bubble Wrap Flash.

My Experience at Nob Hill Theatre

I did mention I kept a copy of my old AOL blog at work. The following is an entry I did some time after my ex and I broke up the first time. I guess it showed and my coworker wanted to cheer me up.

Dated 8/7/2007 11:01 AM
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So Tuesday of last week my coworker invites me to go with him to the Nob Hill Theater in the city after work. Nob Hill is a district east of the Tenderloin. If you don't know, it's an all male strip club...fully nude...except socks...on their feet...otherwise, where would you put the money. My coworker convinces me to go with him because he knows my "situation." We bought our tickets during our coffee break on Tuesday because the entrance fee is $20 before noon as opposed to $30 and it's good all day. So we meet up later that night at his house and my coworker drives. We parked across the street from the theater and him, his bf, and his bf's bff decided to drink in the car. Being this was my first time, I thought there was going to be a bar inside; unfortunately, I guess that theory only exist in straight strip joints. There was nothing there but the video arcades, a voyeuristic shower, a PSE (public sex environment), and the theater where they show porn between each dancer's performance.

So the first guy comes on, and this kid was not a day older than 17. I'm guessing he was still in high school and working to get into college (a typical scenario amongst heterosexual strippers). [btw. remember this kid]. So I sit behind my coworker as we watched this adolescent strip down to his birthday suit. He was an "item" so it was much to my amazement that he packed a raisin before he left for school today. He gave my coworker, whom expressed more than once that he's not into "items", a lap dance so eerie it made me feel like I was abiding a criminal act for not helping my coworker get out of there. After my coworker pays him, he [my coworker] turns to me and says that boy had the worse B.O. stripper money can buy. Now I feared for the worse as this pubescent bloke makes his rounds. He faces me and straddles what now has become my vagina. The smell was sour and pungent. As I reach for some money with the intention of paying this kid to leave me, I start to gag with disbelief since I thought I lost my gag reflex a long time ago. I slip the money in his sock...situation abated. But my plan back fires. Apparently, it's stripper etiquette that you're paying for the dance. The payment that I just put in his sock made him aggressive. There was more wiggling, more grinding, and you guessed it...more B.O.

As I gain consciousness from what has now become an episode from Making the Band, the MC introduces the next dancer, which at this time happens to be the only Asian in the line up; a Filipino. As the curtain opens, I recognize the clothes from earlier. It was the first stripper’s friend. I saw them hanging out in the lobby. Perhaps they go to school together. A spot light shines on the back of the dancer, casting a shadow on the wall. The dancer dances with his own shadow for a good a good moment then turns around and takes his jacket off. DAMN! It's my friend's little brother. I stand up and run out of the theater. My coworker follows me with a smile and a I-know-what's-going-on look on his face. He asked me if I knew him. I didn't know him, persay, but I know his older brother...and that this kid has a gf. But hey...gay for pay, that's what I always say.

I go to the Japanese restaurant next door and text my coworker to let me know when his set is over. I realized and came to terms that I can't be in there sober. I decided to guzzle down sake as if I was a Hummer going cross-country (no pun intended). My coworker and the bff came next door to tell me they left the bf there with my friend's little brother. Nice.

After coming back to the theatre, tippsy in all my glory, I'm relieved to see that the next act is up. An inshape alpha-male type who was doing hand-stand push-ups. He made his round around the theater gyrating to early 90's pop/slowjams. As he straddled my worn out vagina, my coworker uses his ID'er on his V-Cast phone to ID the music. PM Dawn - I'd Die Without You. As the alpha male sings in my ear, thinking I was into his vocal talent, I lean forward to whisper to my coworker, "I think we're the only 3 people in here who knows who PM Dawn is." And as if there was a mic hidden in his hooded manhood, he leans down and says, that's cuz we're the youngest ones here. I paid the man his dues and he gets on stage. He tells my coworker to tell the DJ to play his James Brown CD. He b-boys for a bit then does a mean head spin. That's right...2 rows of Asian boppers (as we are) cheered him on as he did a naked head spin to his James Brown compilation cd. You really just want him to be your friend.

The night goes on with a number of disappointments. Given that it was a work night we leave around 12:30 and kept talking about the naked head spin.

Sneakers Required

So the Sneakers Required NYE party with Mos Def was alright. This was my outfit for the night. I haven't put up the rest of the pictures yet cuz I haven't decided if I should upload them to MySpace since I don't have a Facebook anymore.

Anyways, the party was relatively fun; however, the only complaint I have is probably the fact that everyone missed the countdown. Goapele, was singing earlier in the night before Mos Def; she got the crowd going. Then, in the middle of Mos Def's set, there was a crowd in the front that was screaming. I thought someone got shot. I look over to Grace and she was checking her phone...it was 12:01. We hella missed the countdown. Actually, there was no countdown. Maybe they forgot or someone didn't tell Mos Def or something... SO stupid.