By: Jey Quichocho.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Hi everybody :)

I will once more spill heartfelt apologies to all nine of you who read my blog, for neglecting my so-called passions & venturing into other less amusing areas of life. I have realized that I truly miss blogging; I finally 'fit' into this cyber-social circle, not that it was my intention to do so when I first started, & then to leave it idle for such a long period of time without good reason kinda makes me look cowardly. But I am back, & will make time for all you lovelies.

I'm going to keep this update short, but I shall have longer (like 8 inches long ^_^) posts in the future.

I have most recently moved into my very own place, my first place actually, by myself at 21. Still baffles me that I have my own set of keys to my very own place. Gahhhh. Excuse the mess & lack of furniture. Kinda still looks like this, mind you, as I have not yet furnished it.

View of living room, first shot.

Second shot.

My yittle kitchen. Haha don't judge me!


& here's a crappy picture of my view taken by my BlackBerry. Be jeal!

Remember when I mentioned I dance? Well I just wanted to show you that our costumes are extremely conservative, as in:


Me with my go-to Gays:

Me with my sister on Easter:

& finally Me at the beach with a friend ... an incredibly "blessed" friend:

Blehhhh I'm pooped. Sorry this was all half-ass; I promise tidier work next time.

Kisses <3

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Forgive Me.

I promise I'll be back guys; until then, here's what's been occupying my life as of late.


If you don't already know, I'm involved in the black-market sex trade via Polynesian dancing ... HAHA! Kidding, of course. I dance nightly for tourists of all sorts. These past few months have taken so much out of me. For one, the show is new, and it's so physically demanding, I barely have time to get a drink of water during the transition of numbers. It's okay though because I love it too much to complain.


Does anybody know how to heal a broken heart? Believe it or not, I've let this boy control my mental existence for months now. More on this wretched topic in another post.

Besides dancing and the gaping hole in my chest, I started a new job at a pretty amazing spa located at the same hotel housing my job as a dancer. It's pretty basic stuff--the front desk sort of thing. Otherwise, I MISS YOU ALL. I'm so out of the fashion loop it's not even funny. I didn't even follow last season (I'm horrible!). My jobs have seized my time for now, but hopefully I find a loophole. Don't give up on me guys :/