Guy Guy Guy

It's true. Way to go Mr. Bass! Thanks for being an example of courage and acceptance. I like N*SYNC even more for loving and accepting him for who he is. =)

Sweet 4 Real

Okay, so I'm not a morning person 90% of the time. I'm not a big fan of taking my sister to school. It's not the action itself because I don't mind...it's just the fact that it's in the AM hours. ha.

Granted I was irritated last night, I was not feelin' it this morning. I was just going through the motions again. Halfway there, Gen got a phone call. I thought it was either one of her friends or mom. She hung up and she told me to put it on HOT 92.3. I raised my eyebrow and said "Uh, okay...."

It was "Every Little Thing" by Soul 4 Real. At that point, I knew that it was Arneezy that called.

It made my morning. =)

I Feel So Project Runway

Here's my entry. I'm not sure what she's looking for but at least it stands out.



It's a tribute to Arnell...haha.

That's actually on our bed. I used bedsheets as a play off of her "All for You" album because it was one of my favorites. The photo was an old photo of him that I used as a placeholder for Janet's shot. The burgundy was the same ribbon I've used for his gifts and the box is actually a Tiffany & Co box that had my necklace he gave me for Christmas. After all, he's a bigger fan than I am and I wanted it to symbolize him a little bit.

Thanks for the inspiration beb. =)

Here's the previous idea. I liked it because it led your eye to her name and the title...but it wasn't really inspired. =(



I'm happy. Wish me luck. =)

Unfreaky Friday

Gah. I'm home.

Happy Belated Birthday!

I just realized that I started this blog 5 years and three days ago.

I've grown in those 5 years...well in some ways. ha.

Feel free to peruse my life for the past 5 years.

Shopping is Theraputic

I just bought these online.



I feel better now.

Straight Shitter

Some Mexican (No, I'm not being racist. SHE WAS MEXICAN) kid took a shit on the floor at work today. Her mom didn't say anything, nor did she even leave. She stayed for a while and didn't bother to say anything to anyone. She even took one of our seats and put it over the poo nugget to hide it. Fuckin bitch. Be a mom...

So who cleaned it up?

Me. Yep. I took one for the team. I've done it before at a past job.

Our demographic at our store disgusts me for the most part. It makes me sad to see bad parenting and people who just can't speak English bother me. It's even more annoying when they get mad at ME for not being able to speak another language.

Now one of my best associates is leaving and the rest of management seems to be giving her shit about it.

OH! There was this one Filipino father that made me proud to be an openly gay Filipino man. I asked him if he needed help. He scoffed and said in his shirt with Calvin pissing on the "TOMMY" logo (which I'm sure he got at downtown LA), "You should know that mens dun't shop." He laughed. I thought that this guy would obviously disown his son if he turned out to be gay.

Yeah, work was real rewarding today. I hate kids today. I'm glad I have a day off (sort of) tomorrow. gah.

Janet Should Add Me On Myspace

Okay, so I had a mediocre day at work. The hours went by so slowly and my patience was running on fumes.

To my surprise, Valentine was interviewing Janet Jackson about her new album coming out. He also said that if anyone wanted to ask Janet a question that they should call the studio. Now mind you I've never gotten through for ANYTHING before. I was sure I'd never get in, but I thought I should try to balance out my karma for the day. I called twice and had no luck. The third time I got through.

"Hi Kiis FM..."

"Oh shit, I got through. Um...I was calling about Janet's interview."

"Oh COOL! So if you were to ask Janet a question what would you like to ask?"

(I thought of at least 4 questions and all of which have been covered)

"Awww, I guess I'm tapped out of ideas."

"Oh, I'm sorry. If you think of something go ahead and call us back right away!"

Great. I thought that I'd never get through again. It was busy for a while the first time. Just then I thought of a question that couldn't have been asked yet. I called back and got through. "First of all, you've inspired me for years but I want to know what inspires you and drives you to continue your music after all these years?"

Her response was: "It's the fans. Just knowing that I'm still wanted keeps me going." (I'm obviously paraphrasing, but you get the idea. I'm sure it was a longer response but hey, I got to talk to her!) I said that I'm going to get the album as soon as it comes out. She thanked me and Valentine said that it comes out September 26th. I said that it was after my birthday and Janet asked me when my birthday is and she greeted me a happy birthday and thanked me. I thanked her and Valentine.

Thus my day, and mood...was saved.

I CAN DIE NOW! I'VE LIVED MANY A GAY BOYS DREAM today.

Spoiled Rotten

I want these...



How cute is that Prada wallet? I came across it last night and I just liked the logo on it. =)



Okay, I'm gonna come out and say it. I LIKE THE PEBL. I know there are a lot of people who don't agree with me, but who cares?! My phone now is totally dated, but I obviously don't need a new phone right now. I'd rather have the red one, since I've never seen it around.

Hmmm what else does Mark fancy right now? Maybe a new pair of True Religions? (Thanks Jace...)

When you do so much for other people, you end up forgetting to take care of yourself.

Doing laundry, cleaning up, webpages, videos, pictures, working, FOR OTHER PEOPLE is getting a little tired for me. I'm kind of tired of people expecting so much from me. I think I need to buy myself something nice...something LUXURIOUS and excessive. I don't want to buy something I need. I need to buy something I want.

I want someone to do SOMETHING FOR ME for a change.

Some people wonder why I get so grumpy about doing something...it's because I haven't been getting much back...I've been able to provide for myself.

Yeah, I want to be a selfish bitch and I'm going to own that role.

Fuckin IDIOT!

Okay, I set up an advisement appointment for the 14th. It's perfect because I'm off on Wednesdays and I could schedule my classes on the 17th. I rechecked all of my paperwork and schedule only to find out that my window is on the 11th.

I just messed up the semester and it hasn't even started yet. Fuck, I'm never gonna graduate.

=(

I hate missing movies with certain people because it discourages me from seeing it, even if they want to see it again.

I hate movie theaters.

What O'hana Means To Me

Family - A working unit; a loving support system.

People who know me are aware that my "biological" family (so to speak) is my life. However, there's a different sense of family that I've longed for since I came out years ago. Though I drive through rough traffic for at least an hour, I remind myself of the people who are at my destination.

I was told that my "family members" miss the good old days when it was just the four of them. I suppose I can't blame them. They've built a history; a set of memories together. Almost two years ago, I stepped into a house in San Juan Capistrano, absolutely intimidated by the fact that these set of people could make or break my relationship with the boyfriend.

Emmett...the best friend.
Nathan...the mom.
Geoff...the, um...drama that makes our lives interesting? (Yes. We love him to death too.)

Anyway...

These were the main guys that would determine my membership into this O'hana. I was having trouble finding one I could belong to. I was Stitch finding a place to belong to...wondering if I could ever fit in a world I wasn't familiar with to start.

Every family has additions and omissions, but there is always a core set. I'd like to think that I've been an addition to this support structure. In fact, there's been a few. After me, there was another boyfriend who jumped into the mix and then a few others who fit as well. I could see why it was a threat to the core group. There's a fear of losing intimacy within the group...almost in a territorial way. With every addition, there was a few omissions, but we won't really get into that. heh.

I'll be the first to admit that I was a tad offended when I heard that it was better as just a core group. However, every unit must grow, not just in numbers, but in experience too. In the end, when I sit down to a meal with them, fly to a far away land with them, get drunk with them...I know that I've been accepted into this family and I finally belong.

Fourth of July is about freedom. This long weekend, I was able to celebrate who I am inside and a family who embraces a part of me that I have to conceal at times...

A family is about love and unity.

The SJC family welcomes me into a house full of love and memories.

Thanks to them...

I.

AM.

FREE.









That's what O'hana means to me.