May 31, 2006
[mutants and massas] Wow, the last day of May. Time certainly does fly by, doesn't it? Memorial Day weekend was marked with perfect weather here in DC (and most likely at the beach too which is where half of DC went coz the city was sooooo quiet!).
The holiday weekend started with me skipping off work at 2pm for X-Men III: The Last Stand in Chinatown with Rick/Jose. It was a good, popcorn-shovelling, mind-numbing, summer blockbuster, and it's no wonder that it ended up being the largest Memorial Day holiday opener for a movie ever, and the largest so far this year. Hot. Wolverine is awesome hot. And what a great superpower. The winged blond kid was also hot. So was the ice boy. And the metal guy. They were just all hot. I had never read the comic before, nor seen XI or XII, so this whole thing was new to me. And it was HOT!
I definitely wanted to be a mutant by the end of the movie. Rick so cleverly (and appropriate?) gives me the mutant name "Bottom". No points for figuring out what my superpower is, LOL. Frankly, I wouldn't mind bottoming for all those hot mutants in the movie *naughty giggle*.
We ended up in GB, where Jose had to start his shift. Two vodka-crans later, Rick and I are careening down the traffic-clogged, Friday rush-hour streets of DC towards Rob/Mikko's party. The party was fabulous, as with all Rob/Mikko parties. Mikko sent out an invite earlier saying there would be a "light buffet" served. Bitch made enough food to serve Namibia. Including Brangelina's new baby. The party was to celebrate Peik/Kitty's (who both looked absolutely delicious, btw) return to DC. I want to eat them both. Yum.
One too many drinks later, Jason and I end up at JR's. Mind you, I am still in my work clothes which I've been wearing for 16 straight hours now. I felt dirty, smelly and absolutely stank. But I could not say no to "I haven't been laid in so long I think I'm gonna cum thru my eyeball" Jason who desperately wanted to go find a massa at Apex. So off we went. His aura of unbridled lust must've been mutant-powerful coz bitch hooked up in less than 10 seconds upon entering the video bar. Since the Axis of Evil + friends-from-FL + Mike were there, I hung around and danced. Yes, sweat and all. I got home at 2am and peeled off clothes that had accumulated 18-hours worth of gunk on my body. Not one of my fetchest nights.
But a girl's gotta do for her girlfriends what a girl's gotta do ;-) @ 16:01
[singapore sling] This just in from Patrick who's headed to Rehomo this weekend:
"i think we are going to the beach this weekend.......we are going to model our bathing suits, you should come too, you can wear your singapore sling."
ROTFL!!!
Speaking of swimsuits... so, I ordered a pair along with a bunch of shirts from Amazon, and those bitches shipped me everything but my swimtrunks. Argh! I really wanted to try 'em on. They're, um, Skimpy with a capital "S". I ordered a Small (again with a capital "S") and I have a feeling that's way too much wishful thinking on my part (no, not the pouch size, the waist size :-p).
Oh well, you'll all see, won'cha? ;-) @ 15:42
May 30th, 2006
[the new messiah] OMB, I think I just gagged a little.
"The child -- whose pending arrival created a frenzy of hyperbole making it, according to one Web site executive, 'the most anticipated baby since Jesus Christ' -- was named Shiloh, which means 'Peaceful One' in Hebrew and, according to a Bible dictionary, refers to the Messiah.
"Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt was born Saturday evening -- via C-section... -- in Namibia..."
"The child's middle name, Nouvel, most obviously translates from the French, meaning 'new.' If one were to take a literal approach to analyzing the entire name, Jolie and Pitt could appear exceedingly bold in dubbing their daughter the 'new Messiah.'"
The 'most beautiful baby' on the planet is the 'new Messiah'? Yup, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. @ 16:46
[hot, hot, hot] OMB, it's 95°F (35°C) right NOW. HOT! Love it. The humidity is far below Cambodian rainforest levels though so it's not so bad. The heat is fetch! I'm all for peeling off layers than piling 'em on ;-)
I drove my convertible to work today. I left my headphones in my work bag, which I left in Jose's trunk (don't ask) on Friday, and not wanting to endure another Metro commute without music, I decided to drive to work today. Perfect coz I'm gonna get a tan on my ride home! *grin* Traffic was a breeze today (peeps are still out for the long holiday weekend) so the ride home should be fetch.
I love summer! Sweat and all. @ 16:16
[160 characters] I giggled at this article today. I'm reading it thinking, "OMB, that's me!". I definitely text far more than I talk on my mobile; I'm gonna make it a point to call it "mobile" now instead of "cell" since nobody else in the world calls it a "cell".
My April bill included 1809 text messages. March saw 2103 and February "only" 1472 coz I was gone for multiple weekends. So far this month, I have already logged 1574 messages, with 9 days left to my billing cycle. I average about 60-70 text messages a day. Shocking, I know! Thank God I have an all-you-can-text plan. My plan also includes 300 minutes, but I have never exceeded that limit.
Hi, my name is Kiat and I'm a text-a-holic ;-)
I remember the days (teens) when my girlfriends and I would talk on the phone for hours on end. It used to drive my parents up the wall, coz (a) we only had one line and there was no such thing as call waiting then so they'd miss lots of calls and never got to use the phone (or my elder brother and I would fight for the use of the phone), and (b) phonecalls were metered in Malaysia i.e. the calls are charged by length of time. We had astronomical phonebills and nobody could ever reach anybody at the house *giggle*.
Nowadays, my friends and I just text each other constantly, even though I have VoIP which allows me to call Malaysia for free. Nope, why talk when you can just say "hi how r u" over text message.
Life for the current and next generation has been boiled down to 160 characters - the maximum text message length. I very rarely send combo-texts that exceed that limit. I've mastered the art of abbreviating everything I have to say into one text message, like replacing "to" with "2", "for" with "4", "night" with "nite", etc. I text so much, in fact, that the rubber thingie on my joystick fell off from excessive use! That, and it also probably came loose when I dropped it face down on the concrete floor of the Dulles parking garage a few weeks ago :-o Yea, my poor phone has been battered and abused :-( And it's only 8 months old! Sigh.
I am already lusting for a new phone, LOL! I think I'm gonna spring for a K800i. A 3G, 3.2-megapixel Cyber-shot camera phone with built-in xenon flash? *drool* Super fetch! Problem is I'm gonna have to go to Europe or Asia to buy one, grr.
And just for the record, I have never *ever* said "LOL" during a spoken conversation. @ 16:09
May 26, 2006
[dc = difficult city?] MapQuest surveyed a whole bunch of people and the results are DC is the fourth-hardest city to escape for holiday weekends, after LA, Philly and NYC. Have you tried leaving the metro area on a Friday before a long holiday weekend? Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day... It's damn near impossible. All bridge crossings are at a standstill, and nothing is more annoying than a sea of brake lights between you and the beach (or the mountains, depending on your fancy). And once you get to the beach, it's no better. Traffic there is crawling. Coming home is a bitch. It's just one big migraine-inducing nightmare.
But I bought 2 new swimtrunks for the summer so you betcha I'm gonna leave town with the hordes! ;-)
On the other end of the spectrum, Cleveland is the easiest to flee. Der, is that any wonder? Who actually wants to stay??
DC was also voted the second-toughest city to navigate, trailing only Houston, thanks to the multitude of roundabouts and streets that change direction depending on the time of the day. One wrong turn and you'll never find your way back (unlike, say, NYC). The numbered and lettered streets are easy but when you end up on a diagonal state-named street, you'll be quite lost (if you're a tourist, that is). And if you end up at one of the Circles, you're pretty much screwed.
Welcome to DC! Ditch your cars, and ride Metro! ;-) @ 12:51
[b'day w/end pics] Birthday weekend was busy and fun. Rick/Jose, Jason and I met up on Friday night pretty much immediately after work at JR's, before cabbing it to Georgetown for Beth's graduation party at Sequoia. Sequoia has a great location but it's decidedly not fetch. Huge, cavernous, filled with drunken str8 prepubsecent teens. And strollers. And breeders. My idea of hell. With a great view.
We had a few drinks, hung out with her str8 friends - all of whom have huge tits, LOL! There was a deer-in-headlights moment when Jason, bless his heart, got too drunk and started spilling out blush-inducing and mouth-gaping secrets about Beth and her former, um, sex-capade with one of the boys in attendance. Oh, secrets like size (not to much), performance (not so good), and pretty much everything else. Blow-by-blow. Let's just say that said boy stormed out of Sequoia quite hastily, LOL! I love scandals.
After two hours, we had had enough so we cabbed back to JR's. It was some bachelor auction night which made JR's ridiculously crowded. Stank. We ended the night at Apex, which was dead. But we were sufficiently trashed we didn't care.
Saturday started like Friday ended - trashed. I finally made it out of bed in time for The Da Vinci Code in Chinatown with the boys. It was a good movie, though not great. I had not read the book so the movie was quite suspenseful. And a little controversial. I didn't buy it but it didn't sound too far-fetched either. No wonder the Vatican is up in arms about it. Their bigoted feathers needed to be ruffled anyway.
Lots of spoken French in the movie. Ian McKellen, 'scuse me, Sir Ian McKellen was quite brilliant. Tom Hanks was flat. The French girl playing Sophie was really good. The movie is pure entertainment. You've gotta see it.
After the movie, we started out my birthday evening with drinks and some nibblies at Zaytinya. We sat outside, the weather was glorious. It figures that the one year I don't have a party, it is 70s and sunny gorgeous outside. Anywho, a quick wardrobe change later, we find ourselves at Logan Tavern for some dinner. With lots and lots of shots, LOL! I think I had 4 shots there, pounding 'em with anybody I could find at the bar. How silly. Roll call: Jason, Liz/Dusty, Rick/Jose and us. Bumped into Warren/Adam there. It was a riotously fun evening.
After dinner, we went to Halo to meet up with Matt. I had one more shot there and I don't think I remember what happened the rest of the evening ;) Did we go to Cobalt? JR's? *shrug*
Sunday was basically wasted as usual. I should start conserving my energy coz late Sunday afternoons at JR's are usually fetch and I haven't been in awhile. Oh well.
Anywho, you're only here for the pics, aren'cha? :-p
Congrats, Beth!: Rick, Jose, Beth, me and Jason @ Sequoia looking fiercely hot!
Fierce Dana: Sssss-izzlingly hot... check out that tan!
Hatsu-mawee: Nope, we never address each other by our real names. Hatsumomo?? LOL!
Blow Harder: I was obviously drunk or I would not have consented to having this picture taken! Why are my eyes closed? Or maybe they aren't :)
Birthday @ Halo: (top) Chris, Liz, me, Rick; (bottom) Dusty, Jose, Jason. Well, I guess you can't include me in the "top" section.
Fetch Trinity: Reunited for my 29th birthday. Hmm, we all have jackets on.
Fetch Trinity: Bigger smiles! I don't know what I would do without my besties...
Matt: The Fetch Trinity with Matt, our lil' bottom boy from Jawja.
Liz!: Gosh, are we striking a pose?
Liz!: She's fierce. She reminds me of Kelly Clarkson. With a heavier Southern drawl.
Tony & Liz: See those 5 shot glasses on the ledge? Mmm-hmm...
Liz!: OK, this picture makes me look way drunk. Whaddya mean "look"?
Fetch Trinity: Always the shortest one in the crowd, sigh. I should've eaten potatoes while I was growing up.
Memorial Day weekend is here!!! @ 11:04
[ohyes!] I'm such a star fucker but (with Jason's permission) I couldn't resist putting up this picture of Jason with Apolo Anton Ohno! OK, I have to admit, even though he's half Asian (his father is Japanese), I think he's kinda hot. I bet Jason wants to lick his 2 gold, 1 silver and 2 bronze medals, LOL! @ 10:51
[idol going south] I have no idea why they even bother with Fridays before long holiday weekends. The whole government workforce is not here today. There's nada to do. This day is going to be unending. Grrrrr.
I am still seething from American Idol's finale on Wed. And perhaps in an attempt to drown our sorrows, Rick and I got massively wasted at JR's *giggle*. The whole bar, save for a smattering of chicks - probably Southern and definitely annoying, was completely silent when they announced that Taylor had won. WTF? He S-U-C-K-S.
I'm betting it's coz these bumfuck hicks in the South have nothing better to do with their lives than to vote and vote again which explains why a non-Southerner has never won AI. In fact, Kat was the first non-Southerner in the final two! (caveat: Justin G from Season 1 did grow up in PA, but he was born in GA) And of course they would vote en masse for their own regardless of whether he/she was good or not. I mean, anyone who's into Cunt-ry music cannot possibly have good taste in music *evil grin* or good judgement even (look at who they voted for President? *eyes rolling*).
And then there's the rest of us coastal peeps who are too busy with our social lives to vote *grin*. Yea, I didn't vote so I shouldn't complain. But I think Kat is gonna be the next Clay i.e. the runner-up will upstage the winner. Screw Taylor "I sing like a drunken dad at a wedding, who looks like he needs to take a dump ALL the time" Hicks.
I did cream when Mary J Blige, Toni Braxton and Prince came on. Hot. The drowning of sorrows was a progressive affair, of course, but it took on a whole new urgency with each superstar that came on. I thought MJ Blige was HUGE when she sang with Elliot. That was awesome.
After the Idols finale, I was so passed out drunk that we had to stumble to Annie's to gorge on ribs and wings. I was having a bone-a-licious moment. It was finger lickin' good.
I'm so over American Idol. And the fucking South. Trashy rednecks. They should secede and form their own fundamentalist state. OK, I'm being harsh ;-)
I'm so over American Idol. But I'll be back watching it again next year, LOL! @ 10:01
May 25, 2006
[your highness] I have the best friends, coz they just know me. Check this out:
In case you can't read it, it says:
I'm really easy to get along with once people learn to worship me.
Inside the card:
Happy Birthday Your Highness
LOL! I love it! The card came from Steve and Naomi (and baby Adia whom they are teaching how to bow and kiss my hand, LOL!!). They are my fabulous Bay Area white-asian couple, just like me and Tony... well, I guess we're white-gaysian :-p.
And I have since heard from Ann and Anu. So my birthday week is complete! Yay.
Memorial Day weekend beckons. Summer is kickin' into high gear. It seems like the winter and spring this year just flew by. We're staying in town for the long weekend, so watch out DC! You're gonna be plenty red (OK, maybe crimson pink) by the end of the three-day weekend, woo! @ 21:12
May 24, 2006
[far, far away] This is an interesting story. Voyager I and II were both launched the year I was born. After 29 years, Voyager I is 8.7bn mi from the sun, traveling at a speed of 3.6 AU/yr (1 Astronomical Unit = 93mn miles i.e. distance from Earth to Sun). Voyager I also happens to be the most distant man-made object from Earth. Voyager II is 6.5bn mi away, moving at 3.3 AU/yr.
The nearest star (and by extension, solar system) is a red dwarf star called Proxima Centauri. Proxima Centauri is 4.3 light years away. That's almost 272,000 AUs. It would take Voyager I more than 75,000 years to get there, firmly beyond the current life span of any human or machine.
The Sun and Proxima Centauri are just two of 200-400 billion stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. There are an estimated 100 billion galaxies in the Universe :-o The closest major galaxy is the Andromeda Galaxy - 2.5 million light years close.
Even if we could travel at the speed of light i.e. 10,000 times faster than the fastest spacecraft ever built by man, it would take us 4.3 years to get to the nearest star, and 2.5mn years to get to the nearest galaxy.
Do you feel insignificant yet? ;-) @ 13:18
[7 wtc] The third building to collapse on 9/11, became the first skyscraper to be rebuilt on Ground Zero. The 52-story 7 World Trade Center opened for business today. Less than 1/5th of 7WTC's 1.7mn sq ft of space has been rented. Downtown lost more than 10mn sq ft of space on 9/11.
The glass tower kinda sorta looks like the Twin Towers, doesn't it? It's all about moving on. @ 11:16
May 22, 2006
[desperate wisdom] Mary Alice Young on Desperate Housewives' Season 2 Finale ('Remember') last night:
"...From where I stand now,
I see enough of the road to understand
how it must be travelled.
The trick is to keep moving forward.
To let go of the fear and the regret
that slow us down,
and keep us from enjoying
the journey that will be over too soon."
Pack up the pieces, the fear and the regret, and move on. Let it all go. Don't ever look back.
Nothing's lost forever though. I still long for what I left behind. And I will always remember.
But it's time to dream ahead. And hope for a better life.
It's gonna get better. I promise. @ 23:25
[lil' kamil] Proof that nothing is sacred anymore now that the Internet is in existence... here's a recording from my mobile phone voicemail of Kamil aka "I've got a little karaoke Asian in me" aka "future American Idol": Happy Birthday, Uncle Kiat.
Don't ask me how I extracted the .wav file from my voicemail. I am Asian and I have superpowers when it comes to electronics, LOL :)
I've just been told that Kamil's first song ever was Somewhere Over The Rainbow. I can already picture her sprawled out and singing her heart out on the stage of American Idol. I did have to remind Nicole that her Hag Training Manual specifically says YMCA is supposed to be the baby's first song! Apparently Kamil will now be coached to do a fierce version of YMCA to be performed for my approval the next time I see her, LOL!
Hey Nik, betcha didn't expect your singing voice to make it onto the Internet huh? LOL! *muah* @ 16:37
[have you confessed?] Madonna kicked off her Confessions world tour last night in LA's The Forum. MTV's review:
"A better title for Madonna's 'Confessions' tour might be the 'Go to Confession' Tour, as you feel like you need to by the time the show is over."
LOL! HOT!!
Here's the setlist:
Future Lovers
I Feel Love
Get Together
Like A Virgin
Jump
Live To Tell
Forbidden Love
Isaac
Sorry
Like It Or Not
I Love New York
Ray of Light
Drowned World
Paradise (Not For Me)
Music / Disco Inferno
La Isla Bonita
Erotica
Lucky Star
Hung Up
And I still don't have tickets :-( I know, *shame*! @ 15:07
[u luv me] U really luv me! I got sooooo many calls and text messages for my birthday. I've been a lil' down lately so knowing that lots of ppl were thinking about me on my birthday made my weekend :-)
First and foremost, my mom called me on Friday night to wish me happy birthday. I was like, wait "it's only the 19th here". And without missing a beat, she says "you were born in Malaysia and it's already the 20th here, so it's already your birthday and I'm wishing you now!". LOL! I love how she twists the whole timezone thing to her advantage.
I also got texts from my brother (elder, not younger) who is in Seattle right now with my sister-in-law. And my dad called on Saturday while I was half-drunk at Zaytinya *giggle* (sorry, dad).
I got texts and calls from all my hags... well, not all of them. Ann from KL and Anu from Perth have been put on notice for forgetting :-p I shall reprimand them on their upcoming birthdays, LOL! But it was great to hear from Su Ann (HK), Melissa (London), Danielle (KL), and I definitely got teary when I heard Nicole's voicemail. She and Kamil sang happy birthday to me!! It was so, so touching and I will never forget that, not the least coz I saved that voicemail to play it back to them when I need to embarass them, hah! Like, Kamil's 18th birthday maybe? LOL!!! I'm an evil uncle.
I also got lots of texts from all my boys (and girls) here in DC (Rick and Jason being the first two). There were fetch-tivities on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Will write about them later, with pictures of course.
Happy Birthday weekend to me ;-) @ 13:17
[sugar high] Make that sugar shock. Mondays are usually wasted for me anyway but I came to work this morning to a surprise from my co-worker, Carol - she baked me a chocolate almond cake for my birthday!! Yum-mee. That was really, really sweet of her. I'm quite touched.
I just had two slices and I'm super-high right now. I don't remember the last time I had dessert - what, you think staying at 140lbs is so easy? ;-) - so this is definitely gonna keep me on a high all day.
My head is spinning. Fetch! @ 10:31
May 19, 2006
[twenty nine] It's my birthday weekend (tomorrow). I'll be 29. I know, I can't believe it myself. My face belies the years, LOL! Just kidding ;-) What, I am Asian after all and Asians don't age :-p
Unlike the past two years, I will not be celebrating with a big ol' party on the deck, even though this year promises to have perfect weather unlike the past two. Remember my scorching 27th followed by a frigid 28th? Mother Nature is a playah, I tell ya.
So no, no kumquat caprioshkas this year :-)
Not quite up to celebrating yet. It's easy to drink and be merry on a ton of social lube, but what's the point? The smiles are fleeting, they die right out of my eyes within moments. The laughters fade from my face as quickly as they come. The trapdoors are everywhere.
It's been tough, no sugarcoating. I'm still hopeful, if anything.
I just want to start making plans again, y'know? @ 17:07
[overnight jaunt] Well, my week has been fairly quiet, highlighted by our overnight jaunt to New York City on Tuesday night to go see Katie Couric. At one point, she was barely 5 feet away from me! Hot.
Katie Couric looked sensational in an off-shoulder, long, billowy, bright green gown with beautiful prints, reminiscent of J. Lo's scorchingly famous Grammy Versace butterfly gown; though Katie's was far more conservative, thank God, considering that she will be 50 next year.
Overnight trip to NYC just to see Katie? Kwazy, right?? Well, our flight tickets were free (yay, points!) though we had to leave out of Dulles Airwort. Our hotel (in Chelsea, der) was also free (yay, points!) which was a good thing coz weekday rates in Manhattan are $500/nt+. So all we had to pay for was the trip from Newark to Manhattan and back ($28/pp), bar booze ($... let's not go there), and miscellaneous food. I would say our whole trip cost less than $100. And we got to see Katie! Fetch.
We got to Manhattan at 3 and met M2/LA-Stan at Viceroy for pre-event cocktails and some nibblies. We changed into our tuxes and I realized that I had forgotten to bring tuxedo shoes, quelle horreur!! Luckily, M2 was staying with Mark who whores at Escada which means bitch has like an Imelda number of shoes. I borrowed his D&G's, der. And yes, I wore the same outfit (Gucci tux, Pink shirt and Pink tie) that I wore to HRC last year *shame*. What, I didn't have time to shop :-p Must do better for upcoming events and weddings!
M2 brought along this short, insignificant, non-descript, generic, ridiculously dull gaysian whom he met through Mark. LOL! OK, I'm being mean. He wasn't that dull, hahaha! But seriously, *ahem* the bar has been set quite high, spankyouverymuch ;-) *flips hair back* So, work harder, bitch!
By 5pm, we were on our way to the party.
Well, I shouldn't call it a "party". It was really just one of those frou-frou, haughtier-than-thou, overproduced events, complete with trumpets! Yes, they had "blowers" (put *that* on your resume) welcoming guests to the event. Quite unnecessary, n'est-ce pas?
Anywho, the black-tie event was the opening of the $23mn Pfizer Plant Research Laboratory in the New York Botanical Garden (NYBG). It was held in an outdoor tent which was erected in the middle of the Conservatory, a Victorian glasshouse stunner. The weather was perfect, the food was amazing (delicious mahi-mahi main course, yum!), and best of all, open bar all night *giggle*. Did I mention the trumpets? Giggle.
Luminaries include Pataki's mother (can't fault the mother for giving birth to an SOB), Nobel prize winners (co-founder of the DNA!), politicians, mayors, CEOs, etc. Quite the crowd of plastic surgery-enhanced fogies! They've all been nipped, sucked, tucked, pulled, and lifted so much, you'd think they all had beards by now.
There were some stank moments, like when we realized our PhRMA-sponsored $10k table ($1k/pp!) was at the back of the room. Un-effing-believable. How much do you have to contribute to sit in front?? Not that it mattered coz overall, the event was quite dull. Just a bunch of old rich folks hanging around in fancy clothes. Bah.
Whatev, the ladies at the event loved us! We were probably the youngest, funnest and best-dressed group at the event. Complete strangers kept coming up to us and started talking to us. We're talking about ladies dripping with enough jewellery, they would've sank faster than the Titanic.
And the NYBG? It was in the Bronx! *GASP* They chartered luxury coaches to take us up there from Midtown. Driving past the projects in Harlem and the Bronx was quite an experience, lemme tell ya. The traffic was abysmal getting out of Manhattan - took us an hour to go from 56th St to 200th (!!!) St. Yes, two hundredth street; one street away from falling off the face of the earth, good God.
The ride home was decidedly quicker. So quick that we had time to change out of our tuxes, throw on some baby-Ts and drop in on the sparse crowds at Barracuda and XL. My first time at Barracuda, quite fun. Nothing to shout about. Felt underground-ish, but not in a kinky sorta way. XL was fun. It was amateur night so lots of hot almost-nude boy dancers. We crashed at 1, woke up at 7, hightailed it to Newark and caught a 10am flight home in time to get to work by 1pm.
Fun. @ 16:57
[mcpheever] Katharine's heartstring-tugging, goosebump-inducing, sprawled-all-over-the-stage-à-la-Fantasia rendition of Somewhere Over The Rainbow is right up there with Tamyra Gray's rendition of that song in Season 1, though still far below Eva Cassidy's version of that song (you've gotta hear it to believe it). It was one of those American Idol moments that makes watching the show worthwhile.
Simon picked that song for Kat and she hit a home run with it. It just goes to show that Simon - as acerbic, acidic, condescending and brutally honest as he is - is usually right.
I like Katharine. She tries hard. Yes, she's a diva and yes, she's got a California-sized aura to go with it (nowhere near as big as Simon's, LOL!). And she's not as likable as Kelly Clarkson, though vastly better than Carrie Underbitch. But what I like about her is what I dislike most about Taylor - she's not a hick. 'nuff said. I'm so over these Southern rednecks winning American Idol year after year (goes to show that heartland conservatives watch a whole heckuva lot more TV than coastal liberals do... well, besides the gays, LOL!). Wow, have you noticed that all the past four American Idol winners have been from the South??
I can't stand Taylor. His gray hair pisses me off (dye it, bitch!). And his constipated singing style makes me want to strangle the shit out of him. I've wanted him to go since the finals began. I want Kat to win (though I haven't always felt that way). She works hard, she's gorgeous, her voice is pretty, but let's face it, she ain't the best vocalist around. And America's been wanting her to go since Episode 1. Plus, I have a feeling she won't win. Why? Coz a white man has never won the competition before. What can I say, white men can't sing *giggle*.
Oh well. Truth be told, I want neither of them to win. It seems like every year, talent loses out to stage theatrics and looks.
Whatever. At least I will have someone to root for in the final Idol showdown, unlike last year where I was grossed out by both Bo Lice and Underbitch.
Redemption is on the way: Ten of us are going to go see Kelly Clarkson in July! HOT. @ 15:47
[no meat for you] No More Bear Meat in Glory Hole
ROTFL!!!
That has got to be the funniest unintentional double entendre news headline, EVER. (hat tip to Evan) @ 12:58
May 15, 2006
[past weekend] Weekend was fun. Friday night was completely spontaneous, which made it quite fetch. We were gonna take it easy coz of the big night the next night (Madonnarama!). But staying sober on a Friday night is almost as unlikely as Nicole Ritchie eating. Chris came over for some wine, and we promptly drank a whole bottle of Viognier between the two of us out on the deck. We met Rick for dinner at Duplex where the strong drinks did not help my already wobbly self. After dinner, we stumbled to JR's and met up with deliciously tight and petite Beth, Jason (post-hot date) and some boys from Montreal. Had a blast. More drinks. Don't remember much. Completely smashed. At 1 (I think?), a bunch of us crawled across the Circle to Apex where we danced until the lights came on. Oh the shame. And sooooo drunk. It was kwazy! At least I only had a one block slither home.
Saturday was a mess. My head pounded throughout my haircut/highlights session at noon. After the bleach was applied, I had to sit under the heat dome for 45 minutes! My head was throbbing so hard, I thought it was gonna crack the dome. But the results were worth it so I ain't complaining. Yoga after was painful. Went home and rested for the big night.
10:45pm outside of Nation, and it was pandemonium. The lines were a block and a half long. I was shocked. We met the Montreal boys in line and it took us 15 minutes to get in, at which point free drinks had ended and the cover had gone up to $15, grrrrr. By 11:30pm, we were all there... Jason, Rick/Jose, Beth/Abbey, Gary/Adrian, Peter/Mitch, etc. Later on, we ran into Bethany, David/Forty, Mike, Greg/Andy, and a whole slew of sweaty, naughty boys.
Madonnarama was WOW. Wasn't as good as last year, I have to admit. No cool air jets, no Vogue (WTF??), and not as crowded (the lines outside notwithstanding). But Hung Up, Sorry, Jump and Get Together more than made the night. I jumped so hard when they played Jump, I think I dislocated my pelvis ;-) We left at 4:30.
Sunday, as you can guess, was wasted. Pics, pics, pics!
Fetch Friday
Hot: Jose, Rick, me and Beth @ JR's. Is Beth wearing a Pearl Necklace??
Oh, Fiii-oh-na!: We love those lips! Lezzies are hot!
Princess Fiii-oh-na!: Our pwincess...
JR's: Dave, Chris, me, Jose, Jason and Rick @ JR's, 24 hours before Madonnarama!
Madonnarama
Pamela, Pamela: Holy mother of everything gimongous! Each one is bigger than my head! If you were in their shadow, it would be a total eclipse. Lezzies are fierce!
Madonna-lovers!: Rick, Jason, Jose, me, Beth and Abbey.. and we LOVE Madonna!
Adrian & Gary: Aww, so happy together.. and wtf is up with the hats?
Oh My: What is Adrian doing to Jason??
Fetch Trinity: The Fetch Trinity @ Madonnarama!
Fetch Trinity: How fabulous are our glossy lips?
Greg & Andy: Andy, Tony and Greg
Bethany: Ugh, proof that I was shirtless ;-) Bethany is HOT!
The Devoted: Nicolas, me, Jason and Evan. This is the final pic and it's 3:15am. We would be here for one more hour!
Madonnarama = Fetch. @ 21:26
[two weeks ago] Pics from Cinco de Mayhem weekend:
Cinco de Mayo
My Besties: The Fetch Trinity unites at Lauriol Plaza for Cinco de Mayhem!
My Besties: I just noticed - we're all wearing blue!
Cinco de Mayhem: My SeaBiscuit, Hatch (orange), M2 and Paul (pink)
JasonCH: It's not even 7pm, and I'm already drrrrrunk
Jose: Look at my pink cheeks! I'm all swirl-ed out!
SD Chicks: California Chicks do it better!
Bead Necklace: Victoria was fierce. We just wanted her (anal) bead necklace!
Hot Chick: Damn, gurl. Even Britney wasn't this hot!
Sushi-2-go: JasonCH wanted to steal that for my lawn
JR's: Evan, Patrick, me and Jason
May 6th
Alberto's: Pizza carnage at the Circle
Bottom Half: M2 soaking up the sun
Top Half: What can I say, bitch is tall
The Boys: Paul, M2 and Hatch @ JR's
Yea yea, these are hideously late. Better late than never :-p
Does Jose remember any of these? LOL! @ 20:56
[what?] My ears are *still* ringing from Saturday night. Hot! @ 09:49
May 12, 2006
[dollar blues] For all those keeping score, the Ringgit is now trading at RM3.58 to the dollar. That's up 6% since the de-peg. Ugh. The Euro is scraping $1.30 and the Pound is nearing $1.90. WTF??
Not even a rate hike on Wed - the 16th in a row - to 5% could save the dollar.
It's all stank ass Bush's fault. @ 14:22
[hot hiker] Jason and I both agree that Brandon Day is one HOT hiker, even if he's too dense to ask for directions.
Jason:: He is hot. He has ears that make you want to .... Whoops! :^)
Kiat:: Grab 'em and show him how it's done? ;-)
Jason:: Exactly.. didn't want to get too graphic. Big Brother maybe watching or "sniffing". Giggle!
Kiat:: Or storing all e-mails in a giant NSA database :-o
Jason:: Can you believe that! They even intercepted text messages. How do you think our messages were filed? LOL!
Kiat:: I think they were filed under "For FCC review" *giggle*
I am quite certain that NSA has an encyclopedic file on me based on this blog alone. As my former boss (from Tennessee) used to say to me: "Bwoy, you ain't raaht". @ 14:15
[size matters] 158,000 tons (almost 4 times the size of Titanic), 18 decks, 1800 rooms, 4370 passengers served by 1360 crew, 1112ft/339m long (taller than the Eiffel Tower if the ship stood upright on its bow), 183.7ft/56m beam (widest point of the ship, twice as wide as the Titanic), and close to $1bn in cost.
Royal Caribbean's Freedom of the Seas is a Monster - the largest passenger ship ever built. Built in Finland, it was launched today in New York harbor, the same day as Poseidon *giggle*.
The main dining hall seats 2,101 passengers at a time, and the art deco-style Arcadia Theatre packs in 1,350. Good God.
You couldn't pay me enough to get on that ship. @ 13:59
May 11, 2006
[blah] Haven't really been in the right frame of mind to write. Still feeling a little lost. But "don't cry for me, coz I'll find my way" :-) Speaking of Madonna, I'm quite looking forward to the final Madonnarama at Nation this Saturday night. It promises to be a blow-out. I'm already itchin' to go.
Jason moved out yesterday to Logan East. We finally have our house back, for the first time in 9 months. We celebrated our ninth anniversary at Marcel's on Monday night. Food was wonderful. Tuesday night, we went to movie night at Peter/Mitch's. The movie was Steel Magnolias. Very funny, and also very sad. The theme was comfort food so we brought spaghetti bolognese. I still salivate when I think of my mom's spaghetti, and Tony is Italian so we thought it'd be perfect. M2 thought the theme was Southern Comfort food, so he brought SoCo and vodka. Silly boy. Last night, Rick and I hung out at 2-for-1 Halo before watching the much-deserved booting of Chris from American Idol at JR's. Fun. So really, I've been quite busy.
Weekend was also quite busy. Cinco de Mayhem lived up to its name. We (Rick/Jose, Jason and I) got to Lauriol a little later than planned. At 5pm, the line was already out the door.. and that was the line to get IN line! It was quite crazy. The crowd was full-on buzz, and the frozen swirls and margaritas were flying everywhere. M2/Paul/Hatch joined us for a bit. Michelle/Adam/JasonCH also were there drowning in tequila with us. We were quite a fetch bunch of queens in a sea of hideously straight men and fabulously frocked ladies. After a two hour wait for a table, we finally sat down. We had to. We could barely stand, much less hold a margarita in one hand (OK, both hands). By then, we had had 5 pitchers of frozen swirls between the four of us. OMB. Two rounds of shots and two more pitchers of swirl later, Jose claimed Cinco de Messy as his official holiday by throwing up into a garbage can across the street from Lauriol's, LOL! What is it with nightlife holidays and gay boys? St Tragic's Day will always be mine. Ahh, the good times.
I ended up at JR's at some point. I don't remember. I was home by midnight coz that's what you get when you start pounding drinks at 5pm. The next day was mildly painful. I skipped yoga and went to mimosa brunch at Annie's with Jason, Rick/Jose, Beth. Recounting the shenanigans from the night before was fun. After brunch, I met M2 at the Circle and laid out in the sun which was quite fabulous. From there, we went to Universal Gear but since the line was long, we decided to go to JR's to use their bathroom (yea, right). It was so early that our faces were plastered to the glass doors, waiting for them to open. And... we never left. We met a fun bunch of guys and they saw through me like rice paper coz one of them said I should get a tattoo above my ass that said "Pay Before You Pump". LOL! Nice. Anywho, we stayed till 7:30 (with an Alberto's run in between) before I went home for dinner. The rest of the night was a blur. Went back to JR's to meet up with M2/Paul/Hatch, then up to Cobalt, then back to JR's, then back to Cobalt. It was dizzyingly fun but I was quite out of it by 2am. And I stayed home all day Sunday.
Life goes on. As usual. @ 17:57
May 5, 2006
[cinco de mayhem] Last night was a combination JR's night, i.e. JR's, then dinner at Le Pigalle, then JR's again. What a mess! The Fetch Trinity made an appearance, together with M2 and some guy from Orlando named Paul (who had lovely blond locks).
Prelude to tonight:
Kiat:: So I'm guessing 4ish is when the cinco the mayhem celebrations will start
Rick:: LOL!!! Cinco de Mayhem!!!
I LOVE IT
that's gonna be the title of my next friendster blog photo album
so bring your camera
Kiat:: Fetch
Rick:: LOL!
I'm still peeing in my pants a little
that's right up there with Concussions on a Dancefloor
I'm only listening to latino music today...to get me in the mood
Kiat:: So your ear is next to Jose's ass all day?
Rick:: and only sucking on latino cock too!
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!
Kiat:: Mouth and ears. Hot.
We're such dirty, dirty boys. I think tonight's theme should be "One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, FLOOR!". I'm trademark-ing "Cinco de Mayhem" *giggle* @ 12:08
May 4, 2006
[all hail] OK, I know I'm late to this party... But, The White House Correspondents' Association Dinner last Saturday night featured Comedy Central's faux talk-show host Stephen Colbert. 2,700 attendees sat stone silent as Colbert lampooned President Bush to his face in a savage and blistering but hillarious comedy "roast" which left the Bushies pouting out the door. What a revelation. Love it!
Highlights:
"By the way, before I get started, if anybody needs anything else at their tables, just speak slowly and clearly into your table numbers. Somebody from the NSA will be right over with a cocktail."
"I give people the truth, unfiltered by rational argument. I call it the "No Fact Zone." Fox News, I hold a copyright on that term." [Yea!]
"Ambassador Zhou Wenzhong, welcome. Your great country makes our Happy Meals possible." [*giggle*]
"I believe the government that governs best is the government that governs least. And by these standards, we have set up a fabulous government in Iraq."
"I stand by this man. I stand by this man because he stands for things. Not only for things, he stands on things. Things like aircraft carriers and rubble and recently flooded city squares. And that sends a strong message, that no matter what happens to America, she will always rebound -- with the most powerfully staged photo ops in the world." [You go, gurl!]
"The greatest thing about this man is he's steady. You know where he stands. He believes the same thing Wednesday that he believed on Monday, no matter what happened Tuesday. Events can change; this man's beliefs never will." [Zinggggg!]
"As excited as I am to be here with the president, I am appalled to be surrounded by the liberal media that is destroying America, with the exception of Fox News. Fox News gives you both sides of every story: the president's side, and the vice president's side." [LOL!]
"Here's how it works: the president makes decisions. He's the Decider. The press secretary announces those decisions, and you people of the press type those decisions down. Make, announce, type. Just put 'em through a spell check and go home. Get to know your family again. Make love to your wife. Write that novel you got kicking around in your head. You know, the one about the intrepid Washington reporter with the courage to stand up to the administration. You know - fiction!"
"Because really, what incentive do these people have to answer your questions, after all? I mean, nothing satisfies you. Everybody asks for personnel changes. So the White House has personnel changes. Then you write, "Oh, they're just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." First of all, that is a terrible metaphor. This administration is not sinking. This administration is soaring. If anything, they are rearranging the deck chairs on the Hindenburg!" [ROTFL!!!]
"Jesse Jackson is here, the Reverend... You can ask him anything, but he's going to say what he wants, at the pace that he wants. It's like boxing a glacier. Enjoy that metaphor, by the way, because your grandchildren will have no idea what a glacier is."
"Joe Wilson is here, Joe Wilson right down here in front, the most famous husband since Desi Arnaz. And of course he brought along his lovely wife Valerie Plame. Oh, my god! Oh, what have I said? [looks horrified] I am sorry, Mr. President, I meant to say he brought along "Joe Wilson's wife". Patrick Fitzgerald is not here tonight? OK. Dodged a bullet."
"...new Press Secretary Tony Snow. Secret service name, Snow Job. What a hero. Took the second toughest job in government, next to, of course, the ambassador to Iraq. Got some big shoes to fill, Tony. Scott McClellan could say nothing like nobody else." [Snow Job!!!]
ROTFLMAO!!! Dude just slayed. OK, laughing WAY too much today. I think I'm getting gassy. You should definitely read the whole transcript (google it). It's pants-wetting, weep-inducing funny. Or as Jon Stewart says it, "It was balls-alicious". The SFGate coos, "[Colbert] just made himself about 500 times more of a national treasure and cemented himself as one of the most fearless satirists of this generation."
All hail Stephen Colbert! @ 14:46
[cinco de mayo] One of my co-workers just asked me where I was going to celebrate Cinco de Mayo tomorrow (aka The Mexican St Patty's Day, aka "This Holiday brought to you by Jose Cuervo"). Hmm, haven't really thought about it. The first place that came to mind was Lauriol Plaza coz it's gonna be nice and warm out tomorrow. But you can bet your ass that Lauriol is gonna be more packed than an anorexic convention filled with Lindsay Lohan wannabes. Plus, it falls on a Friday this year which makes it super fetch.
So I asked him what he was doing (middle-aged straight guy) and he says to me:
"I'm probably going up to Adams Morgan, join a group of friends and sing the Mexican National Anthem in English."
ROTFLMAO!!! @ 12:06
[paintings] Would you pay $95.2 million for this? Or $104.1 million for this, "Garçon à la Pipe"? Those are the top two highest prices paid for paintings ever - the former, "Dora Maar with cat", was sold yesterday at Sotheby's NYC. Both paintings are by Pablo Picasso who, together with Vincent Van Gogh, has painted some of the most valuable paintings sold on this planet.
Kwazy. @ 11:25
May 2, 2006
[fight] I saw this picture while I was trying on my skimpy navy blue Andrew Christian bikini bathing suit/thong *grin* at Universal Queer, and found it inspirational.
If you really, really want something/someone bad enough, you can't give up. You gotta keep fighting. Always have hope, no matter how dim. Even if the odds are stacked against you. Even if it's hopeless. Even if you know you're gonna lose. Because if you give up the fight, you'll never know. And that feeling is gonna eat at you for the rest of your life.
Life's far too short for "what if"s. @ 15:54
[another weekend] Last weekend was just another weekend. The big theme was "no pictures", hehe. Yes, even Asian ol' me has some self-control sometimes. I just didn't feel like Mr. Snappy (what am I, ill?).
In a gist, I was pretty zonked out Friday coz of the lack of sleep from the night before. But I power-napped and managed to get my butt in gear for JR's with Chris, followed by Apex. We were joined by blackout Betty II, uber-bottom Matt (some new guy), Evan, Gay-wee, the Axis of Evil plus their minions, etc. Apex was pretty tame. The music in the video bar was awesome, as usual. But the crowd was pretty sparse and not very fetch. Oh well, I think I was home and in bed by 3. That's two nights in a row now. And it's not even Saturday yet!
Fast forward to Sunday. Well, after you read about Saturday below, you'll see why I slept through all of Sunday. Punctuated by meals and getting up to go pee. I literally vegged the whole day out. I blame it on allergies (it was).
Back to Saturday... yoga, hung out at the Circle with Jason then joined M2, M2's friend Philip, Leo, Jessica and Tony at Peppers/Le Pigalle for some wings and cocktails (nope, none for me, thanks). Went shopping at Universal Queer where I bought an ultra-skimpy bathing suit for the summer, OMB. You've got to see this one to believe it. Scandalous! Whatev, I look cute in it and it makes my ass look yummy so you can take your judgement and shove it ;-)
Now that we had pranced up and down 17th St, it was time for, der, JR's of course. Hung out there a lil' bit with Jason, Peter, Lindsay and Emily before I went home for dinner. 9:30 rolls around and JR's calls so Jason and I head back out. We stood at JR's for two hours and saw nobody, LOL! Quite weird for a Saturday night. We did mingle a little (no, we're not the stuck-up cunty bar bitches you think we are) but when the clock hit 11:30 (and one text message from Liz later), we rush up to Cobalt for some fabulous dancing. We hooked up with Liz, Dusty, Scott, Andy, Evan, Justin, etc. Can't remember who else. Oh, der, MichaelG and Jason.
Cobalt could only have been described as pandemonium. At one point, Liz's butt was in my crotch and my butt was in Scott's crotch... on the podium around the pole! Wait, it gets better. Liz, of course, is straight, and so is Scott! *giggle* I told Scott that if he ever gave up pussy, I would be his Miss Saigon! Haha... and then I proceeded to shove 1s down the front of his pants for putting on a show for us. Scott was quite popular with the two lesbians who thought it was so cute that a straight man was drooling after two lesbians. It was quite the gender-bending night.
Liz was unquestionably fierce. Oh, check this out... this was the prelude to Cobalt:
Liz:: I miss u 2. what r u doing 2night?
Kiat:: Nothing. And who are you doing? ;-)
Liz:: U if u will let me ;-)
Kiat:: Oh honey, you don't have a big enough dildo or strap-on
Liz:: U dont even know
LOL!!! This coming from the good ol' Southern girl who told me at New Year's that she never used to masturbate... until she bought a dildo.
Anywho, after sending off Liz/Dusty/Scott and then getting jiggy with Greg/Andy, Jason and I decided to head out. On our way home, we run into damsel in distress. This girl walks up to us with a really heavy backpack and a purse and with tears streaming down her eyes, and asks us where the nearest hotel was. We directed her to one and found out that she had just left her husband. I know, right? OMB. You could almost feel her pain. It was trauma and drama.
So we decided to walk with her to make sure she was safe. We tried to get her a cocktail at JR's and/or Cobalt but they were both closing. Defeated, we headed to the Courtyard on 16th. We checked her in and bade farewell, knowing that this is only just the beginning of a very long, hard climb out for her. The whole thing felt kinda weird coz here she was wandering around the streets of DC at 3 in the morning by herself, and she found enough strength to make the break and jump into the deep end because her husband was beating her. It's shocking, heartbreaking and inspiring all at the same time.
Women are awesome. Humans are awesome. The spirit breaks but never disintegrates. Strength to overcome the impossible is only a hope and a dream away. Can't stop now. @ 15:34
[exhausted] I'm super-sleepy at work today. Dunno why, just am. I can barely keep my eyes open. Plus, my nose has been running and I've been sneezing/coughing since last Friday because of allergies. In all fairness, my allergies have been very mild this year. My triple cocktail of eye drops, nasal spray and some generic cheap-insurance-company equivalent of Allegra-180 seems to be working. But it's still annoying that I can't stay outside for prolonged periods of time because of nasty yellow tree cum. Even more annoying coz Mother Nature has decided to torture me with upper 70s weather all week.
Bitch.
May happens to be our anniversary month and my birthday month, not to mention Memorial Day. Bah. I'm utterly unmotivated for either. Perhaps I should just lie low this year. Though, I really detest wasting precious time and I'm definitely not a fan of "what if"s or regrets.
There's only so much you can learn in one place,
The more that I wait, the more time that I waste.
What happened to the Kiat who never wasted any time partying or celebrating? This funk is taking its toll... Need to move on. Need to find inner peace, strength, courage, resolve... Need to be fearless. Need to make it happen.
But right now, I just want to lay my head on this office table and take a nap zzz ZZZ zzz... (and yes, I snore too :-p) @ 14:49
[may day] Happy (belated) May Day! The US doesn't celebrate May Day, of course, perhaps due to its communist-labor roots. Whatev. And to make things worse, yesterday was a workday! Ugh. The whole f-ing world (well, except for the US, Canada and Australia) is off but we had to work. Skank.
And perhaps to tie in with the theme of workers' rights, yesterday saw huge "A Day Without Immigrants" rallies from coast-to-coast. Millions took part to protest tighter restrictions on immigration. Illegal immigrants form about 5% of the overall workforce, and by protesting they were hoping to bring the country to a standstill. Um, not really. My house only gets cleaned on Fridays so you can protest on a Monday all you want, LOL!
My take on all this? It's never gonna end, no matter what Congress does. People who think nothing of risking their lives crawling through barbed wires, walking through arid deserts for days, swimming across dangerously strong rivers, or huddling in a container with hundreds of others for weeks, just so that they can have a better life will always find a way into this country. It really makes you wonder how bad their lives must be for them to go through all that trouble. I mean, we're not talking "let's get a new job coz my current one sucks or doesn't pay enough". We're talking, "I have no other choice but to risk everything I have, including my life, to get to America".
And to think, I flew here, got a job, hired some lawyers, threw a few thousand dollars around, got a Green Card, and here I am. Perspective is a bitch, no? Even a $10 application fee for a guest-worker program will be prohibitively high for these illegal immigrants, and you can bet that the US is gonna bury these poor starving souls under mountains of paperwork at the border as part of the immigration reform process. Not to mention the whole process might take years (if my epic journey through INS/CIS so far is of any indication). Who's gonna bother?
Ergo, no solution.
I neither support amnesty (that just rewards illegal behavior) nor the "Rio Grande Wall" we are threatening to erect on the US-Mexican border. Keeping 'em all out is stupid coz we need them, but how do we process each and every one that we need securely and in a timely manner?
Poor people, sigh. Can't live with them, can't live without them *giggle*. @ 14:34
31 :: mutants and massas
31 :: singapore sling
30 :: the new messiah
30 :: hot, hot, hot
30 :: 160 characters
26 :: dc = difficult city?
26 :: b'day w/end pics
26 :: ohyes!
26 :: idol going south
25 :: your highness
24 :: far, far away
24 :: 7 wtc
22 :: desperate wisdom
22 :: lil' kamil
22 :: have you confessed?
22 :: u luv me
22 :: sugar high
19 :: twenty nine
19 :: overnight jaunt
19 :: mcpheever
19 :: no meat for you
15 :: two weeks ago
15 :: what?
12 :: dollar blues
12 :: hot hiker
12 :: size matters
11 :: blah
05 :: cinco de mayhem
04 :: all hail
04 :: cinco de mayo
04 :: paintings
02 :: fight
02 :: another weekend
02 :: exhausted
02 :: may day