Blackout Tendencies

Being in winter weather isn't as AWESOME as they advertised.

Been sick for more than a month. Throat doesn't seem to be getting better.

It's like the old story of the islander being introduced to the white man's disease.

This Chamorro is not gonna last.

Why don't we go to Guam.

Quiero Club - Guam

Whaa..Halloween already?!

My pumpkin stormtrooper.

"Argh, tiny little keyboard...make...Hulk...ANGRY!"

My brother at work.

Las Vegas Girl Festival

A couple of pieces I pulled out of my ass for the show.

All done on bristol board with pen, markers, and hours without sleep.

October's Shenanigans

pimpmommaJaeMASTAH, nav, and jay.

Heading to the Biggest Tattoo Con at Mandalay Bay, but at last, it had been over 5 hours ago and I had no recollection of this.

So we finally woke up in time to catch it the next day and I had to fight the urge to get another tattoo.

Candy Bar. We got into the wrong gay line, apparently the correct genitalia was next door.

Birthday dinner at Lindo Michoacan with my brother and his family.

It really is,

"The Best Mexican Food in Las Vegas".

Pardon Our Absence...

Pan Dear

Maybe it's a Christopher Walken thing.
I'm just talking about it all wrong.
It's just the wrong tone.

I can't tell if it's love, or heartburn when you're around.

Dis Posal.

I don't think I'll ever get over it. The garbage disposal freaks me out and I can't help getting the image of fingers and hands getting shredded/julien choppped up.

I'm just scared that one day I'll lose it and get the uncontrollable urge to stick my hand in there for freakin' curiosity sake.

WTFever

Like an illiterate old man trying to guess what his birth certificate says, I'm trying to guess what your reaction says.

Boys don't cry.

"Now I would do most anything to get you back by my side, but I just keep on laughing..."

Boys don't cry.
Unless you cancel their WoW account.

Lo.Ve

It's such a rarity

but

I can feel it exploding

inside of me

strings of energy

buzz through me

in neons

blue

green

purple

pink.

Reduced Math

Maybe. Maybe. It's a likely story.

You know, all the bad parts seem to take more effort to remember now. But all the wonderful times are clearer than ever, even the really wasted ones.
I can't help feeling that my life up to this moment is nothing, but an abstract indie movie that never had a legitimate plot—just a really good hipster soundtrack.

As I wait for atonement...

The Roots - Atonement

Under the Sea Fighting

I'm sure there are Under the Sea fight clubs.
They just have a rule for not talking about it.

Put a ring on it.

I think I would make the perfect housewife.

I love to cook. I don't mind cleaning.

And I enjoy drinking in the middle of the day.

"I guess we'll just have to adjust."

Just trudging along in this city.

Keeping it Wise

Piece inspired by the Shane. Happy Birthday Betov!
He's a dope ass musician, you can check out the song of inspiration here:

Shane - Keep It Wise

Off the Wave

"kuma" means...

...in Japanese.

que pasa contigo

"I can't face the evening straight..."

Radiohead - Last Flowers inspired.

On a lighter note, the old lady has been urging me to go to church. You'd think with this city's reputation, those places would be against the law. Funny to think there would be slot machines in the confessional or the money basket would be the pot for tonight's holy poker game.

Labor Pains

Happy Labor Day

Sleeping like a boo.da

I've been sleeping like a baby out here. I'm sorry Vegas, but I'd totally choose Hesperia over you. The weather, scenery...jeez everything really. And maybe the thought of getting back on the Greyhound bus.

Personals: Women seeking Assam Strawberry Milk Tea

Is it my fault that growing up on Guam has left me with the addiction to Assam Strawberry Milk Tea, Assam Black Tea, and King Car?

Strangers with Greyhound Tickets

I'm not sure what exactly was the worst part of the whole Greyhound experience. Being in the same line as the bum in a suit with Vegas sunglasses—drooling on himself while picking at the gigantic pus-scab on his leg, or being mugged for my ticket from the tweekers outside the station.

Weekday Hump

This week seemed to go on forever, like a sequel to a bad horror movie. But at least I get to start the Labor Day Weekend early! I leave tomorrow to Hesperia on the Greyhound...

Case of the Mondays...

...or at least a case of Asahi beer.

Memories

It's nuts to think that my nephew's memory of Ipan beach will be the same as mine in the long years, if I ever do decide to go back to Guam.

K.C. De Leon Guerrero - Memories

Weekends at Jay and Jamie's

It's always awesome hanging at Jay and Jamie's place. Or should I say pimpmommaJaeMASTAH and Jay's place.

think green

I think my new Samsung Reclaim has a hold on me.

Mah Bad

Islanders going out on a Thursday night:

The Guam to Vegas transition

Some of the things I'm still trying to get used to:

1. Memorizing directions by STREETS rather than landmarks. Ever since I moved out here, I've been developing a reputation of giving/having the worst directions. I can't help it. I'm sure Guam has street signs, somewhere, but with my terrible eyesight it was just easier to guide myself on something that CAN be seen. Giving some landmark and the name of the village was really all you needed to find your way. Like the location of McKrauts would be, "Heading south after Blueberry Mart, but before the gas station in Molojloj". Now, I can't even use a Wal-mart or the bar outside my house for reference because there's one every couple of miles. It really doesn't help either that all the housing areas and shopping clusters look pretty much the same like some GHURA project.
2. The heat. And I thought Guam was hot, KC. Everyday it feels like I'm standing next to the dryers at the Balajadia's laundromat during the day AND the night.
3. Slot machines in the grocery store, gas station and everywhere else. Well it is Vegas.
4. The ability to order pizza ONLINE and get it in less than 30 minutes! I don't care what anyone says, but that's amazing. Maybe if Guam hooked up Pizza Hut to Myspace they would be able to offer this service, since people are on it all day updating their profiles. The only downside would be peeling them off the computers to deliver the pizza.
5. Using a garbage disposal and dishwasher. None of the houses I lived in on Guam had those things. We just didn't need it. Why throw scraps down the drain, when you could feed it to the boonie dog/cat/pig/goat/chicken/hilitai outside the house. And as for the dishwasher, it was basically a sign of gago-ness (lazy-ness) and came with the ever prominent superstition of "wasting power" (the power bill, water bill, well any kind of bill was always an issue to a Chamorro except the late video return bill). Well so far, I use the disposal whenever the drain is clogged, but the dishwasher remains a big dish rack that gets a cycle once a month.