BS Day 2 Part I (To be cont...)

Blossoming

He's monstoppable.

Red, white, and boo ya

Tania's shirt is :)

She had just taken off her pants.

Before this, she was at Jet Rag.

The shit

Wings

Doggie style

Sweetie

White out

Hayden Khomera

Cerritos, Calif.

Yeah, we all grew up with this germ installation.

I never liked surprises.

  Today was mildly eventful. Daily dosages, then a photo shoot. Afterwards, Jen, Nup, and I went to the two Bigs to buy pp balls.  After Jennifer put two quarters in the machine, it pooped out the shittiest prize ever. It was way worse than the smelly duck 'cos it wasn't even on the display paper. This is false advertising at its lowest, and it gives me ideas.

Twin Laden

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Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, Calif.

Their parking lot was astonishingly hi-tech.

Over surveillance

Burt Reynolds meets YMCA

Fitty cent, ninedy nine cents.

The band we assumed to be Manicorn. Thank goodness we were wrong.

Eddie has so many cousins, you're bound to spot one wherever you go.

 And yet another coincidence, 'cos right when I stepped foot into the AIrliner, Pablobear's cousin was there. He said something like, "I had a feeling you'd be there." Which is ridiculous, because no one is entitled to be at these kinda shows. Another dude reminded Nup and me of Fab, but when I asked him if he was Manicorn, he continued to carelessly nod his head to the music, ignoring my question. One photographer was as bad a navigator as Columbus, thinking Nupur was Thai and that India & Philippines were geographical neighbors. Querido Vato, "I'll give you my e-mail because it's free." Overall, the show was slow, but I got to mistake another band for Manicorn. So I went home afterwards. A bum at the crosswalk begged and pleaded for money, even just two dollars. I thought to myself, shit two dollars? That is A LOT you're asking for. From there on, I ran to my car because that neighborhood is shady. I thought of something really funny to describe the band aka twin Laden, but I doubt the press will go without censoring me.

Pile Up

La Brea, Los Angeles, Calif.

Meowth

From rags to eBay riches, bitches.

"This ain't no flea market." -Hair piece

  Jet Rag is a landfill of unnecessary, but over-appreciated dollar-things.

Surf City Squeeze

Huntington Beach, Calif.

The shoobies walk on the bored walk

Whoever took this was drunk at this time

Three words: Life rolls on...

Rings of fire

Phantom limbs

 The beach isn't my type of environment. However, once I'm there, it's really hard to escape it. The sand traps me, as well as the salty seas and bickering birds. Today's trip unexpectedly synchronized with the U.S. Surf Open 2009, so it made me want to crash the place even more. After finding no luck with the deserted and not-so-free-giveawaying booths, we headed back to start an early fire and roast marshmallows. Before racing to the parking meter, Eddie intrinsically turned into Bethany Hamilton times quadriplegic.

I need a vacation from vacationing.

100 million inhabitants, 7,100 islands, 30 days.

This ain't no Hummer H1

Louis Vuitton Spring 2008 RTW

No, it's not what you're thinking. These Asians didn't all get plastic surgery as a fambly or posse. Oh, Dengue Fever, and to think that mosquito bites would be in! Actually it's all about the H1N1 Influenza virus, which has been infesting the minds of Asians like locusts. Even at LAX, I was greeted at the terminal by the blue mask group. However, it no longer seems like a threat because the masks aren't as useful as hyped. Instead, I consider these masks as martyrs because it saves me from strangers diagnosed with halitosis. So let this be a lesson to you, if you ever get the symptoms of fever, cough, sore throat, body aches, headache, chills, and fatigue, then just wait for diarrhea to arrive at your door. I suggest you roll in mud, put an apple in your mouth, and go build yourself a brick house. Congratulations, you have been blessed with the black plague. 

On a side note: No one has died from this virus. Well one lady, but she already had heart complications. More people die from hunger everyday. 

You love me, right? More than that shirt?

Madonna?!

 

The theme of love beyond friendship is daunting, but consistent. Luster, a low-budget dramedy, ironically has no budget when it comes to nudity and voyeurism. The story takes place in the 90s and follows the happenings of Jackson, a gay poet, who's only himself when sporting blue hair. Working at his friend's L.A. record store, he soon becomes the four-letter word victim of creeper status Jeff.  As soon as Jeff confesses, Jackson confronts him by expressing how his normalcy is boring. Eventually, a twist of events leaves one man dead, another one paralyzed, and another one heart-fixed. The final scene brings a tragic end from a friend's final confession, "I am never going to be the way I want, to be with you."

  The film is a 21st century flop, but minus the birthday suits, the clothes effortlessly characterize the actors who are like two sides of the same coin.

    

Maypin Yellow V Neck T-Shirt $20 James Perse Evergreen V Neck T-Shirt $50 T by Alexander Wang Mini Pocket Tee Dress $85 AE Double Leather Cross Necklace $12.50 Zable Brushed Stainless Steel Cross Pendant w/Lace $75 Ann Demeulemeester Silver Bead And Glass Necklace 405.00 GBP