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!


Boudoir.

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

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

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 :/

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Jey

Update ... sort of.

Hey bitches.

Here is yet another apology to you all for neglecting my poor poor, underfed, emaciated blog. I actually have a legitimate explanation. You see, about a month ago, I started talking to this handsome young thing and before you know it, BAM! He's mine. Haha it actually took a lot more than that, trust me it did, but I'll save those memories for future cerebral entertainment.

Otherwise, I am completely out of the fashion loop. Reggie told me a few days ago that Jourdan Dunn is pregnant and that's about as up to date as I am with the industry. Hopefully some of you can fill me in with everything that I've managed to miss this month. & isn't Spring 2010 FW just around the corner? Carazzy.

Oh yeah, I chopped my hair off. Here's how I've been wearing it recently:



toodles.
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Totally.

Hey girls.

No I haven't perished in the fires of hell; I've just been INCREDIBLY busy with work and work and WORK! Ughh I always say I'm a damn slave to labor because well, I frickin' am. On my days off, all I want to do is sleep, because when you deal with bitchy hungry people, you need as much time to recuperate from the mental damages they sometimes inflict in you.

I also haven't really bought anything spectacularly amazing, so my laughable wadrobe is pretty undeserving of an outfit post these days. But you shall not worry -- I eyed some metallic chiffon at the fabric shop a while back and I'm thinking about having my seamstress whip up a shirt for me which hopefully will turn out fabulous. Dior? Customary Filipino apparel?

toodles.
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The September Issue.

QUIVERING IN ANTICIPATION.

Deuce.

Hey kids.

I know I posted this outfit a while back but I thought I'd share a better picture with you all. Isn't my friend such an alcoholic with two drinks in his hand?



That's all.

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Paycheck Dedications.

Hey kids.

I'm devoting this post to a fraction of my endless cravings; some are newly discovered and some have been bookmarked for months already. Enjoy!


Girls in Glasses Unisex Tee by Danny Roberts of Igor&Andre
Oh & Regg, if I see this shirt on your back before it's on mine, I will pull a Chris Brown. Respaetoe!



Hello gorgeous! My idea of the perfect ankle boot.



For days when I feel like a bad ass.



Elora Plume Collar by Kathy Coleman



Human Hair Necklace by Kathy Coleman
A little crazy considering it's human hair; but hey, it is a statement neck piece.



Gushing.



Purple suede, please.



So perfect.
via ebay.


All shoes from heayahh.
Oh yeah kids, the new stuff over at AA is sooo good. Feel free to send a sheer tank my way!

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Postal.

Obviously Post Offices have the best lighting, especially at 11PM. My bottoms are a pair of spandex under....ermmm undergarments my dad left for me while he was here for R&R. At first, I was like WHAT INNAH HELL? Then I realized that I could totally claim them as 'bicycle shorts' which counteracted my initial disgust for them. Fun!

Usually I avoid everything in the political spectrum for personal reasons, but our Youth Congress drafted a bill to legalize civil unions between same-sex couples who have been on Guam for more than five years, and the bill has already been passed on to the legislature with a strong supportive backbone from a couple of senators. The public is following this political endeavor avidly and heavily opinionated letters have already been submitted to the local newspaper, at the sight of which I respond with complete laughter. The things people can come up with astounds me. ASTOUNDS ME! All I have to say is that it's about damn time this place recognizes a community which clothes oily backs and sagging deflated breasts.

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Day & Night.

(American Apparel double-breasted cardigan)

This past week, I:

• got really sick and still haven't fully recovered.
• visited a part of my island I'm sure I've never seen before, which is probably why it took almost an hour to get there.
• ate McDonald's in my car.
• went out while I was sick.
• had an excruciatingly fun time at a sushi bar with great friends.
• ran into people I didn't care to run into.
• avoided a person.
• opened up my heart a little.
  
• went on a date.

Any feedback regarding the debacle over at Ungaro?
I'm trying to create some sort of signature conclusion for each of my posts, you know like BB's Baboosh!

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Food Porn & Bulging Pecs.

Fried Calamari & Hibachi-style Ribs at PROA.

I've had all this music stored in my external hard drive for years already, and it's always refreshing to hear that one song you used to jam out to in HS after you'd get out of the shower.

I am currently trying to figure out how I acquired this horrible cold. UGH I hate being sick.




God I'm so sleazy when overcome by alcohol. My apologies to the shirtless stranger who's left pectoral I started groping. I don't even know why I'm sharing this with you all. What class?

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Escape.

My absolute favorite place to surrender.
I'm pretty lucky I can drive to a place this beautiful in a matter of minutes.





I've been flocking to Style Sightings on a daily basis for an insane dose of street-style. No clue why I haven't stumbled upon the site before because the content is so fresh and organic, a couple of attributes I will always admire amidst a community of duplicates. It's definitely the prime place for the young fashion pack to get inspired by new ideas, and of course to drool over how amazingly dressed some people are out there. Here are a couple of my favorites.

Click to enlarge, silly.




I spy Balmain, Chanel, Margiela, and Balenciaga. What do you spy?

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Disco Stick.

Hey kids.

First and foremost, I bought myself a little gift on Wednesday between the time I had from my two job-o's.



Inducing a quivering hot-pocket.

I thought I'd test out the camera's most popular feature, the Image Stabilizer on a whole bunch of random people at a drag show. At the end of the night, I was clicking through the photos I took and didn't recognize half of the people in those photos. But I guess my alcohol abuse can attribute to that. Whatevs.



(Kohl's fedora, Twelve by Twelve embellished top)

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The Shocker.

(Brother's beanie, AA mint big tank, FTL long johns, vintage Calico boots)

Dressing has become so much of a chore for me these days; however, I do feel like I am achieving a sense of my style which I still can't describe to you today. I told myself a few months back that I needed to rebuild my wardrobe because I felt like there was little to say about my style as I continued to dress in supertight Abercrombie t-shirts, plaid shorts, and leather slippers. This look, which has managed to be donned by thousands of young men like myself, is no longer tickling my fashion fancy and eventually faded into oblivion as I started learning more creative and, most importantly, more stylish ways of dressing.

I say to anyone feasting on this text to step out of your comfort zones and experience new ways of dressing yourself. It may seem hard at first, but something beneficial to your self-esteem will come out of it. I can honestly attest to this because you become an individual once you start developing your personal style, something I learned once people started taking note.

I don't know where all that came from, but moving on. I need as much input for this as possible so please feel free to throw in your two cents. I will be purchasing a professional camera sometime this week before I continue to deplete my funds, and before anything else, I am debating between Canon, Nikon, and Sony. My budget is $700 and since it's such an investment for someone of my financial standings, I am incredibly frightened of buyer's remorse. Please include your opinions if you own professional cameras, and feel free to suggest specific ones to make my purchase speedy.

Thanks =]

*Does anybody know why the complete right side of my layout is now at the bottom of my page? Help, please!

Flower Power.

(Royal Bics bow-tie, Bench shirt, American Apparel oversized-pocket cardigan, F21 chiffon flower brooch, Boutiki beaded ring)

I thought it was funny that I wore this to a tacky beach-themed club party. I will vomit if I ever wear beach shorts on any surface other than sand.

My parents and brother left a couple of days ago (my mom & brother to TX, and my dad back to Afghanistan), and I'm feeling unusually disconnected from the world. I called in sick to work this morning for no apparent reason. I probably didn't want to deal with the life I built in independence before I got a jolt of much needed family time. I don't know if that exactly made sense but whatevs.

I really need to document all the crap I 'gathered' from the internet last month. My mom also brought me back some really essential basics for my wardrobe that I don't think I've mentioned before, all the more reason to abuse my Canon. Aside from that, during my little break from posting, I was spending a lot of time with my family because sometimes I get sucked into this theory where I'm living an individual life, disregarding the fact that I have loving and caring relatives all around me. It's sad because I subconsciously know that I feed this unhealthy theory when I cut time short with relatives just to be alone. WTF is that? I'm sorry that I have to share my mental instabilities with you all. Please bear with me while I sort through all my thoughts.

I've read several articles concerning the Alaia VS. The Met Gala/Anna Wintour/Harold Koda case, and I'm glad mainstream films--cough, The Devil Wears Prada--emphasize just how powerful ONE opinion can have over an entire billion-dollar industry. I'm no fashion historian, so please help me understand why Momma Wintour and AA can't hold hands and sing harmoniously around a warm camp-fire?

Enough of that; I must retire under my covers to assure that I am fully functioning tomorrow.

Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to all you baby makers!

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Knock You Down

(Kohl's straw fedora, khaki vest, jersey v-neck, AA seafoam green corduroy shorts, beaded ring, tusk necklace, rosary bracelet.)

I have been accumulating a disgusting amount of stuff over these past few weeks and haven't found the time to share them with you all. I was a little hesitant to walk out of my house with these ridiculously short shorts from American Apparel, but I always tell myself to never live in fear so I figured wtf.

My mom and brother are leaving back to TX and my dad back to Afghanistan in about a day and a half so my sister and I have been spending every available second of our time with them. My dad was telling me stories tonight about his living conditions on his base, and it's so bad I couldn't even respond. I felt horrible listening to him, knowing I have a solid ground to stand on while showering, or a legitimate bathroom to do my business, or even something so simple as running water. I honestly believe that the conversations I share with the people I love the most are directed by fate because I understand now that the things that I have, the people that I surround myself with in life mean so much more to me most especially when they are taken away.

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