the wild y el sexo.

viviré sola.
sin nadie.
no necesito gente.


¿cuáles será?

sola.

sola en el sol.

no.
no voy a nadar.
me quedaré en el sol.

sola.

sola en el sol.


HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED.


last monday i wrote to someone, "i'm making the rest of this month a vacation."



happy hour.


july 4.

will rogers.

you've never worked a day in your life...

taking a dip on mia's bday eve.


sola.

sola en el sol.

act together

like: get my.

june gloom. bloom.
it's been a lot of look-in-the-mirror type moments. days.
humility is key.
the process.
i'm humbled by the anxiety as much as i am by the ease.

at the end of the day, laugh.
don't take it too seriously.

put on the ecstatic and i'm impressed.
it's like, the middle man for an elitist like me.
i don't have to say a word.
just listen and admire el flaco do it with such style.
grown. just on top of it. hablando en mi idioma.

"oh me oh my
i give you all the milk and the honey
but you can't break my heart
'cause that'll just get you fired..."

right?

et finalement, le mois en gros (as this seems to be my steez these days).





the process: mangosteen's l.a. screening

less than twelve hours post-screening... in the desert.

back in l.a. a visit with amelia & max.

gemini. for real though.


s.m. ♥.

mbenga & vujacic taking it in.

a westside staple.

a mere minute with the little lady.

what i see when i walk into q's room.

no t.v.

the saggitariuses of toluca lake.






ruffa g's birthday party: q's first modeling gig.

guilty pleasure

rare consumer moment.
first saw the 09 impreza wrx in barce last summer. i've been smitten since. (not sure about r.dyr's role in this, but never mind)

bootleg artist

(inspired by day 27 of my cycle)

yeah, yeah, we can all get copies of the latest cs.
just slap a filter on that shit.

we just know everything already.
school schmool.
google that shit.

ride that google, go!

lacoste polo dress. fur coat. black eyeliner. cigarette.

lighta

peaceful easy feelings.

i'm surrounded by amazing women.
triangle type shit.
a constant exchange of empowerment.
bees.

what's interesting about working on to and from right now is the living-and-breathing aspect of it. it's so goddamn literal. the very things i'm researching, the data i'm collecting, and the stories that i hear in relation to filipinos and HIV/AIDS - i witness & observe it everyday. it's in front of me. my family, friends. friends of family & friends. and it's intense. emotional. urgent. inescapable.

results:
humility
appreciation

in search of victory she keeps eluding me
if only we can be together momentarily
we can make love and make history
why wont you visit me? until she visit me


used books. lbc.

dripping gold.

ryry celebrates getting younger.

APAIT cohorts.


hit the ground running. bk.

the malaysia connect.

lo love.

good morning.




work dating play.

multi-tasking zen.

flower face.

hi 5.

may. new york in l.a. l.a. in new york. sheeyit.

female situation

april was all about my health. my body rules me. and i got checked into accidentally experiencing LA county health care.

but how that all happened actually started with a pretty harrowing exchange with the old man. progressive nonetheless. a personal milestone. très luke-darth vader experience.

so american health care. i was so jolted by what i observed i knew i had to write it down as i saw it... no way i'd have energy to remember any of those details otherwise as it was that unreasonable.

7 april 09

4:20pm
LAC-USC medical center
emergency unit.

- metal detector - no cameras allowed.
- capacity of main waiting room full.. about 200 m² -standing room only
- earliest time they can see me is in 24 hours
- can't leave
- RN to call name every 2-6 hours to check on your current status, you're not dying.
- if not there when they call after 2 tries, your registration's void

do i qualify for registration
- 3 RNs bilingual
- i'm sitting here w/ b brief bag

1. RN does quick check-up (blood pressure, temp, makes chart.
2. go into another room - "request for registration"

*what is medi-cal? ORSA?
3. registered -> waiting room -> no windows/crammed
4. yelling out names - no sound system - over 200 patients waiting - someone yells that they can't hear, speak louder. everyone has to be quiet.

a white person for every 15? 20? people.. lots senior citizens

..................

birthdays
easter
acupuncture
sf
vanessa-isms:
"i'm salivating every moment"
"can i get them over-easy but well-done?"

seriously, fuck western medicine at this point.
acupuncture becomes my new form of health care

back to work.

"i don't know why i
get so high off
get so high off
get so high
high off the life."











low-income artist option near little tokyo.






my fave area in sf.






trading fave chinese spot for good ventimiglia-steez pizza. syrah shiraz.