30 Jun
29 Jun
Like I’ve mentioned before, I don’t run with too many females.
I have a lot of acquaintances. Dozens of friends. But only a few ladies who I can genuinely call “my girls.” And even then, it ultimately comes down to autonomy. ‘Cuz at the end of the day ur still all u really got.
With the exception of 2 or 3 vagina toters, my closest friends have all been dicks. Not just because I click better with dudes, and not just ‘cuz I have a low tolerance for catty bitches – but mostly ‘cuz the past females I’ve invested deep friendships with have for the most part, been disappointing.
Growing up I’ve come to the obvious realization that not everybody thinks the same way I do when it comes to balancing ones priorities (Duh!). And that’s fine.
It’s ok.
Nothin but love.
People are different.
I’m being too judgemental and needy.
I get it, I do. But while “those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter,” I also believe that ur friendships should matter just as much as ur relationships. And depending on the circumstance, sometimes even more. It’s true, real friends can live on opposite sides of the planet, not have spoken to each other in weeks, and then still pick up right where they left off. But that doesn’t mean that just because someone is within reach, we should take them for granted. If we can devote so much of ourselves to our relationships, and put so much effort into nurturing them, there should be no reason we can’t do the same for our friendships. Afterall, it’s ur friends who were there before, during, and after ur relationships anyway.
I appreciate all the people I’ve met in my life – even the bad ones (Except for my moms bastard-ass ex boyfriend Anthony Guttierez who’s grave I would spit on if he died tomorow, WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH OK ANGER MANAGEMENT! lol). While I will always be one of the boys, I know that there is nothing like the bond I share with my girl friends. But perhaps, The Sims said it best when they said that:
“Friends are like plants, if u don’t take care of them they wither and die.”
And I could sure use a good watering.
28 Jun
My summer officially started last Friday w/ the Dubb fam and Sean Paul at Club Wet in San Jose. I was sweating my face off, and my hair was a nappy, damp rats nest of blonde highlights and hairspray but I had a lot of fun whinin the night away.
Me and my male pandesal model
Me and Alex
The next morning me and Kyle went on a day-trip to Lake Tahoe. I nearly punched him in the face for waking me up at 6:45am after a night of too much Hennessy and apple juice but I’m glad he did ‘cuz ziplining at 55mph over Heavenly mountains shits on having a hangover at home. Unfortunately, there’s no pics yet ‘cuz we don’t have a firewire for his handycam, but trust it was dope and surprisingly relaxing. After zip-lining, we ate lunch at Mont Bleau casino then went straight to Zephyr Cove hang out by the lake.
Keep Tahoe blue … 
…and me BROWN
My Twilight trees LOL
It was supposed to be a beautiful view,
but my camera sucks 
The ride back home was KILLER but we made it back by midnight and had no trouble knockin the fuck out for the next day’s adventures. Originally, we were supposed to attend the Gay Pride parade but my mom gave me a guilt trip for not visiting her so we spent the day loungin at her pool in Belmont. And swear it was just as hot there as it was in Tahoe.
He was being boring and didn’t wanna swim anymore, wah!
“and the weather’s so breezy, man why can’t life always be this easy? “
(Like my bikini? Only $30 at H&M, Mickey and Minnie! I saw it 2 weeks ago but felt guilty spending money but couldn’t help myself when I went again.) I swear for someone who can’t swim I am such a water-baby. Now, I’m back at home trying to watch the BET awards ‘cuz I’m hearin their MJ tributes were dope except tell me why BET is the only channel right now that I DON’T have volume for? WTF is that? I’m almost happy I have to leave and pick up the bf at work. Anyway, hope yall had as good of a weekend as I did!
25 Jun
So unless u live under a rock 10,000 leagues under the sea or are even more of a tech-tard than I am (no ones more of a tech tard than me) u should know by now that Michael Jackson has passed away. They do say it comes in threes: Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and now our beloved King of Pop. It’s all so surreal.
There was a lot of controversy surrounding the mans life, and there are certain aspects of it than I do not agree with. However, nobody can deny that Michael Jackson was a pioneer and legend in the music industry.
But while his sudden death definitely comes as a shock to me, what’s even more crazy is how fast the news spread thanks to technology such as MySpace, Facebook, instant messaging, and Twitter. As soon as I walked into my building from lunch it was on the news. When I sat down I was bombarded with status updates, texts messages, aims, and emails. I currently have over 3 pages worth of R.I.P. Michael Jackson headlines on FB and I’ve had 3 people tell me that Twitter is over capacity and they’re unable to send any messages.
Jacko’s death pretty much stopped the internet in its tracks. Whatever happened to picking up the phone with an “ooooh girrrrrrl did u hear?” I almost forget what we ever did before Iphones and G1s! I wonder how long it would’ve taken for the news to circulate without them? God forbid we actually have to talk to someone?
Anyway, that’s besides the point. I was just so overwhelmed by how quickly news spread by so many people. I’m pretty sure I’ll be spending the rest of the day listening to a Michael Jackson playlist along with the rest of the world.
And on that note, his death suddenly doesn’t seem so sad. I don’t know a single person who’s a fan of music or in the entertainment industry who hasn’t been influenced by him. Like I mentioned in a previous entry, people die. However, Michael Jackson’s musical legacy will live forever.
On repeat tonight:
My all time favorites: The Way You Make Me Feel, Pretty Young Thing, and Rock With You.
What’s yours?
24 Jun
I rarely give shout outs to other plugs I ain’t affiliated with ‘cuz 1) I’m lazy, 2) I’m picky, and 3) I’m a selfish bitch. BUT once in a while u find a diamond in the rough. A blog that combines humor, eye candy, and substance. I mean, real, intellectual, thought provoking topics. U know, like tits.
I love boobies, probably because I don’t have any myself. But seriously I think I check them out just as much if not even more than my boys do. Definitely more than my bf does. While I prefer real breast, I am a sucker for a GOOD boob job. Yes, I will stare. And yes, I will ask if I can touch ‘em. I honestly think God gave me these small ass B’s ‘cuz he knew it would’ve been on and poppin if they were any bigger. I most likely, would’ve been one of those drunk girls in Cancun on stage for the wet t-shirt contest. Except I’d actually have rhythm. Oh, and I’d probably win.
Anyway, the blog is appropriately titled THE BOOBS. And it’s filled with hot bitches, hot bitches with big titties, and conjoined twins giving head. Peep game. And don’t say I aint never did nothin for ya.
23 Jun
Love is Love. But unfortunately, not everyone recognizes that.
Everybody has their own reasons for voting Yes on Prop 8. And everyone has their own reasons for voting No.
Some vote no because they themselves are homosexual and would like the same rights as every other law abiding, tax paying citizen. Some vote no because although they have no urge to get married, they would like the option to. And some vote no not necesarily because they’re for gay marriage but because they are for protecting their individual rights.
I am not the biggest gay rights advocate. I’m not marching up and down Market St. with a giant rainbow colored banner. I’m not attending City Hall meetings. And I’m not having people sign petitions. But trick luh the kids. I am a supporter of gay rights, and most importantly, a supporter of love.
I voted NO Proposition 8 because I believe the rationale being given for voting for it, is hypocritical and unjust. Point blank – it’s booshit.
The Catholic church is strongly against gay marriage because “the Bible says,” the holy union should only be shared between a man and a woman. Basically, God don’t love the gays. And yet – u have priests who are supposed to be “messengers of God” molesting little boys behind the altar?! Are u serious? I dunno ’bout u but I rather have homosexual marriage than a dude with a white collar touching my son. At least being gay isn’t something being FORCED upon the individual. BTW, I am Catholic.
Then, u have right-wing extremist trying to preserve the sanction of marriage, reasoning that it should remain sacred between a man and woman. Yet so many politicians have been caught cheating on their wives left and right. And u really wanna tell me these people value the concept of marriage?
PSHHH.
I also voted No on Prop 8 because just like many, I have had my heart broken before. Therefore, I believe that when one finds true love, they should be able to embrace it and celebrate regardless of what gender or color they find it with. (Well, unless it’s with a goat or your own child – ‘cuz beastiality and incest is just gross. Sorry.)
I am strictly dickly hetero. I still feel uncomfortable when I see 2 gay men sticking their tongues down each others throats. And quite honestly, when I have children although I’ll love them regardless – I would prefer their sexual preference be straight. But don’t tell me to vote Yes on 8 because it’s against religion and the law knowin damn well u’ve had sex before marriage and just ran a red light.
Click here for more info about the NO H8TE campaign.
P.S. See all u flamers and box eaters at Pride this weekend 
23 Jun
Good God I wish I actually owned all these outfits.
2 Cool 4 School
Because I’m ma’arte sometimes I would totally wear this fit to school … if I hadn’t graduated like 3 years ago lol. It’s funky, fresh, but still comfortable enough to walk all around campus.
Under the Boardwalk
The perfect outfit for a day on the boardwalk in sunny Santa Cruz. The dress provides an efficient yet stylish coverup when you’re not frolicking in the water in your sexy leopard print monokini. I chose comfortable gladiators for the walk up and down the strip and light makeup to provide a natural yet beautiful look under the sun. And omg how cute is that Betsey Johnson monkey ring?!
22 Jun
Last Friday my girl (fo’life) Karen celebrated her dirty 30 at Circolo in SF, so me and the bf decided to get there early and have dinner before the spot turned into a club. We almost changed our mind but after reading the menu earlier that day, it was pretty much an open and shut case.
I started off with a Strawberry Martini. It was perfect. Not too sweet yet not too strong.
Then, as highly recommended on Yelp, the Hawaiian white tuna ceviche w/ mango, avocado, and coconut, over crispy wontons next.
OK, holy fucking shit spring break frat party in my mouf. I was a lil’ iffy about tuna ceviche since I’m so used to shrimp but I actually prefer this.
For my main entree I had the Miso-Glazed Chillean sea bass w/ forbidden black rice and Aji Amarillo Coconut sauce. I don’t understand any of those words after “sea bass,” but it was so good I could’ve been eating cardboard and not cared. The serving looks mad frou-frou but I was more than satisfied at the end of the meal.
The bf had the Grilled Angus NY Steak over peas, corn, green garlic, and bacon. He was done after the first piece so I pretty much helped him finish it up. OMG. I don’t like my meat still moving around so medium rare is a stretch for me but I gobbled that shit up like it was still alive and I had to eat it before it ran away.
And for dessert, Green Tea Panna Cotta w/ Azuki Beans. So I asked the waiter what green tea panna cotta was and he replied, “Oh u know it’s the green tea panna cotta.” Um. OK. Thanks for the PSA. Turns out it’s similar to a flan/custard mixed with gelatin. Also turns out that it cracks harrrrrd.
I forget what the bill came out to but considering the ambiance of the place and how much we ordered it definitely was nothing obscene or even typical, and most importantly it was worth it.
And once again, happy birthday to my girl Karen! Shots up!
