Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Dear San Francisco

Everything of who I am is in this city, but it's time for us to part.

I used to love you. We've been in and out of love for quite a while now.

I can't look over one shoulder anymore. I know you like the back of my hand, and you are so fucking beautiful I would be insane to leave you.

But I have to. It's time.

I promise I will be back. I need a a dream beyond us, but you have provided some of the best experiences I've ever had.

With you, I'm an artist, an activist, a youth advocate, and a best friend.

Why am I now the prodigal daughter?

I have to do this. If not, I will forever be lost in your complications.

Goodbye love. Beautiful Love.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Shit Drink Fuck Mixtape

"How can you grow up without music? It's like growing up without color."

The heart is linked to growth. My growth has a lot of color and a lot of music.

I'm liberating my ears from this day forth. I'm going to let myself listen to these damn songs.

I'm not going to let myself be bitter about how I felt about the people who inspired me to play these songs on repeat.

I'm sharing my best moments in love with all of you.... because they were great. Enjoy :)





































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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunset Junction

Sunset Juction Street Fair was hella fun, but dude it was HOT. Hipsters and families roamed about. It was more chill than any SF street festival I've ever been to. I was sad we couldn't see any big bands play, but the whole vibe helped me fall in love with LA just a little.



Love it. Had to take a picture.


Dancing hot hipsters


Someone got a hat.



Bought this necklace while I was there cuz I'm emo


I bought this necklace for 5 bucks there also because it reminds me of my grandma chopping chicken.

To Pimpin Peace. Cuz Pimps Need Peace Too

Monday, August 16, 2010

Are You Dreaming about Catching Flies or Perhaps of all of the Yummy Dry Food You Can Eat?

My Choreography for the Bakla Show

I've been trying to upload the artist work that I've done in the past five years. Check out my choreography page when you get a chance. It's on the links on the side.

I've finally uploaded the videos from the Bakla Show. The piece that I choreographed was a visual interpretation of the Filipino creation story Malakas at Maganda. I never recorded the piece in its entirety, but here is what I have. Enjoy!





Monday, August 9, 2010

Pin-Up Girl Look by Johnny Lavoy

A Bootch that understands my problems!

‎"If there is life after death is heaven this cold?"


I recently revisited my love for the Boondocks. "Return of the King" is one of my favorite episodes, which featured this song "Wishing."

Imagine Dr. Martin Luther King. Imagine if he were alive. Close your eyes play this song, but first turn off BET ;)

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Let Them Eat Cake. LSD Cake



I need to start having dreams like this, or maybe I should just start taking shrooms. When I have fantasies about being a rock star, it kinda looks like this. More Indian people please!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Things I've always wanted to do if I had time off.

  1. Learn to sew again.
  2. Travel.
  3. Write more.
  4. Teach workshops.

Oh Is That Right Bootch? You Got Chased by Two Teenage Hookers? Fascinating.... Really it is.

I had a dream last night that I was being chased with knife by two teenage hookers. That is right two teenage hookers. I'm in my car and one of them asks me if I "need company." She even shows me her boobies!

No this is a not a dream about my repressed Gayness.

In my dream I'm calling my "dream" boyfriend who has ditched me because he was mad at me for something, so I'm trying to call him while these hookers are bothering me.

Then teenage hooker #1 walks by my car again as her other hooker friend unlocks the passenger and she holds a knife to my face.

The hooker holding the knife needs to get something in her purse, cuz apparently this bitch needs her lipstick as she's trying to rob me. So I manage get out of my car and run. I'm running in the Mission. I stop from time to time to try to fight them off then I run again. Damn hookers run fast in dreams! How I manage to not get stabbed. I'm not sure, but I keep running my ass off . Then I wake up.

This is a bad combo of watching too much THS investigates on E!, the overthinking of the movie Inception, stress, and pornhub.