My vices are drinking and sex. The vices I DON’T condone are drugs and smoking. However, drinking and sex were not ALWAYS my vices.
I’ve sipped alcoholic beverages before when I was 18 and 19. There was even one time I was at a party and drank a mixed drink that tasted exactly like fruit punch, but I was later told it was alcoholic. ROFL
The first time I had something at a party, it was a Budweiser beer. I was disgusted by it and decided not to drink again.
It wasn’t until I was 20 and started to go to house parties at Temple that I had started to drink full-time. I was already turning 21 in half a year anyway, so I thought why not?
When I was 18, I tried taking a puff of a cigarette for the first time. It felt like a frog was lodged in my throat, so I never did it again.
I have never smoked marijuana, tried cocaine, or shot up anything into my bloodstream. I’ve seen what it does to people and I’m very “by the law” when it comes to certain things (hence why I waited until I was legal to smoke to try a cigarette) and since drugs are illegal, why would I try them and risk getting arrested?
Admittedly, I’ve smoked flavored tobacco from a hookah on a few occasions. It actually doesn’t feel like anything on my throat and I don’t feel like it’s damaging my lungs. Since I don’t do that sort of thing all the time and it only happens, maybe, once every 2 years, I don’t think I’m at risk of anything.
However, I think I’ll just stick to sex and alcohol.
I burnt my damn fingers about 3 times trying to light my stove to make dinner with matches. Usually, we have one of those lighter wands, but it seems my mom hasn’t bought a new one recently and she went on vacation in North Carolina for the next week (she’s a school bus driver, so she has the same days off as public schools do).
Now the tip of my pointer finger and thumb hurt so much that it hurts to type any of this shit right now. D:
I ended up asking my stepdad to assist me in lighting the stove and he used a small lighter (which I don’t know how to use).
In case you wanted to know what I made, I’ll take a picture of it next time I make it (which’ll be soon, because it’s the only thing I can make).
Nearly 30. In a 10-year relationship with his boyfriend. Looks like this.
I’m sorry, but you don’t see this kind of guy in the real world…and I still don’t believe a guy like this exists. I’m sure there are guys throwing themselves at him continuously. LOL
Not only is this guy humpable as hell, but I admire him as a gay guy in my generation who is in a committed relationship. There is so much respect in someone who can be in a long term relationship and still have the same strong feelings as they did initially.
I picked this week’s Hump Day choice not only for his looks, but for his commitment.
Let’s hope him and his boyfriend are able to walk down the aisle someday. :D
+ BIG BANG RELEASES NEW MV! Big Bang, ever the busy boys promoting their “comeback” mini-album, Alive, have released an MV to Blue. This PV was the one they were filming in New York just over a week ago.
Holy shit, I forgot today was Fat Tuesday / Mardi Gras!
I wish I could go out today, but I only have 24 bucks in my bank account until Thursday when my next paycheck, my state tax refund, and my 100 bucks from the hotel incidental fee charges gets deposited. D:
It’s best to be frugal right now since I have to restock on toiletries right now. D:
Besides, I’m going to DC in the coming weekend, so I’ll be gettin’ crunk then…AND I’ll be with 3 of my 6 best friends. <3
My celebrity crushes are: - Tae Yang - Jaejoong - Hiroki Narimiya - Ken Miyake - Taecyeon - Jay Park - Jesse Metcalfe - Channing Tatum - Christian Vincent
My Internet celebrity crushes are: - Peter Le - Guy Tang (if he doesn’t speak, because that lisp annoys me!) - Ryan Higa - KevJumba
My porn star crushes are: - Brent Everett - Zeb Atlas - Gauge - Carlos Botero - Castro / Supreme - Matthew Rush - Rafael Alencar - Johnny Angel - Ralph Woods - Leo Giamani - Reese Rideout - Tiger Tyson - Ko Ryu
…and I probably have more on all three lists, but these are the ones I can think of for right now.
Crosspost Special Edition Issue #1 | I called it on Korean pop.
Korean pop music. We all know how I feel about it. If you don’t, let me sum it up in two words: IT’S CRAP.
Korean pop for the last decade or so has started to emulate Western culture, particularly black culture, in their music styles and even their fashion has gone pretty urban. Go through the K-Pop scene and you’ll see it LITTERED in urban culture. From Big Bang to Wonder Girls and even BoA at times recently have really found their sound turning urban. Basically, you can’t say black people did NOT influence Korean pop to be the way it is today.
However, along comes Jenny Hyun, song writer for Girls’ Generation (who just recently did a promotion stint in New York earlier this month), and she goes on this disgustingtirade on Twitter over Floyd Mayweather’s idiotic Asian-phobic tweet against Jeremy Lin.
Basically, what you’re doing, Miss Hyun, is doing what Floyd Mayweather is doing against Jeremy Lin. Instead of keeping your angry rant against Mayweather, you’re asking for the genocide of black people amongst other horrible epithets about a world without black people, the size of our penises, and even bashing Whitney Houston (and I’m sure the Houston family would OUTRAGED by such a horrible tweet against one of the greatest singers of our time).
However, are any of you surprised?
No offense to Korean people, but the general population (meaning not every single Korean) has always been a bit anti-black. Do we NOT recall Seungri’s incident with his getting into someone else’s car?
Let’s talk about that for a minute.
Big Bang’s Seungri a few years ago said that he had gotten in someone’s car accidentally in the US (if I remember correctly). He says, “If it was a black person’s car, I would have been scared.”
…meaning…what? The black person would beat your ass for getting into his car accidentally? Because all black people should be feared by every single Korean who has to come in contact with us?
Not every black person goes to violence for everything, so Seungri’s statement is totally uncalled for and unfounded.
Getting back to Miss Hyun, everything she wrote was absolutely appaling. I have my qualms with Koreans trying too hard to show that they’re “not racist,” but I would never go to Twitter and start using epithets of that nature because I feel some kind of way about it.
Yes, Floyd Mayweather is the biggest idiot of all time. I mean, he’s pretty much an practicing Asian racist. We all recall his stance on Manny Pacquiao. Now he targets Jeremy Lin, feeling that black basketball players get overlooked for their talent and he’s only in the spotlight because he’s Asian.
While Jeremy Lin is Asian (if you didn’t know that already), his contributions to his team since his debut on the New York Knicks are astounding. He has given New York basketball fans a reborn hope in a team that isn’t exactly the best in the NBA. What Jeremy Lin is doing is breaking barriers and causing people to notice that stereotypes are not something that should be brought up everytime someone sees an Asian in the library.
Despite these factors, Miss Hyun did not take the high road and just simply say that his statements are uncalled for and he should be reprimanded for his offensive statement. Instead, she felt the need to call black people “neanderthals,” that we brag about our “muscles,” and thinks white people should once again dominate over black people like during slavery.
How dare you. How dare you make such statements when Korean pop wouldn’t be where it was if it wasn’t for the influence from black culture. How dare you make a half-assed apology without regretting what you said. You should be ashamed of yourself.
The whole Korean pop community should be ashamed of people like this woman running their mouth like black people are the reason the world is the way it is. Newsflash, honey: MANY people of MANY different races contributed to the fucked-upness of the world.
I really hope that this is not the mindset of the whole Korean pop industry, because if it is, you K-Pop fans are supporting hypocritical racism.
We cannot allow people like Jenny Hyun to be able to feel it’s okay to say things like this and then blame it on a "manic episode" to make it look like it’s okay. If she really is a schizophrenic, I really hope she gets the help she needs and that she gets a reality check about black people.
However…I called it on K-Pop. I’ve known from the start that they embrace black culture, but won’t associate themselves WITH black people. If they do, it’s done begrudgingly so. Jenny Hyun has opened the door to something that may not just be her mindset, but the mindset overall.
The whole K-Pop industry may just need a lesson on racial sensitivity…and soon.
Though my rants are usually on Sundays and I usually avoid posting my Facebook rants on Tumblr because I like to write original material for Unduplicated, I decided I really wanted to share my Jenny Hyun rant with you all.
Reading those acidic tweets has angered me to the point that I need to crosspost this from Facebook.
Dashboard Confessionals -- Episode 2.6 | I'm a fast food junkie.
I should’ve known when my mom told me that my first word was “McDonald’s” that I was not only born to be a genius (which I’m not), but I was born to eat fast food.
ALL THE TIME. XD
When we were growing up, we used to only get fast food on Fridays. Growing up in Brooklyn, we used to go the McDonald’s on Utica Avenue when we lived in the Flatlands area every Friday evening. When we moved to Canarsie, we were still going to the one on Utica Avenue until they opened the one on Flatlands Avenue, which we then started going to. When we moved to Staten Island in 1998, we alternated between the two closest ones to the house.
…of course, we never limited ourselves to McDonald’s. Burger King, KFC (BEFORE I discovered the glory that is Popeyes), Wendy’s (though I had a phase where I HATED Wendy’s)…we’d go there too. Sometimes, my family would get fast food on Saturdays as well.
It wasn’t until I was about to finish high school that we started to eat out more and more. When I left for Temple, I pretty much lived on fast food (and restaurants) the entire 4 years. I’m not a cook in the least, so the most I’d make is ramen or pizza bites. For a while, I tried my hand at Hamburger Helper. I’d actually have enough for 3 meals.
Temple, prior to my last year of college, didn’t have a nearby supermarket, so there was really no use for me to cook if I had to travel into Center City to get to a supermarket and then carry it all back while taking SEPTA (that piece of crap).
Since I graduated, I haven’t alleviated my need for fast food. In fact, with discovering Popeyes and that I actually really enjoy Taco Bell, I went into a downward spiral of being a fat fuck. At home, most of the time, we do order out to the pizzeria down the street and I’m in LOVE with the new Spanish food restaurant near my job, so I don’t feel that I’m going to have a heart attack AS much. Also, a lot of times when I’m in Manhattan, I go to sit-down restaurants. However, that doesn’t stop the fact that I just stopped at McDonald’s earlier today on my way back to Staten Island after my trip or that I saw Checkers last night after a hookup who picked me up and dropped me off at my friend’s hotel while he was having a birthday party and thought to myself, “Fuck, I want to order half the Checkers menu right now.”
…and yes, I did say that latter thing.
In any case, if I do date, I’d better date someone that can cook, because I need to get off of this fast food kick. My mom works two jobs and doesn’t have time to cook, so I’m pretty much fucked.
So, to the single boys out there: Get me through my stomach. <3
Just Another Ranting Sunday -- Episode 2.6 | Why I've ALWAYS hated Chris Brown.
Now, Chris Brown seems to have regained his glory days before he beat Rihanna and while a lot of people would have been better off if he never performed at this year’s Grammys AT ALL (and I wholeheartedly agree), let’s go back to before 2009.
Chris Brown before that had a pretty lucrative career. Women (and even some men, like this one guy I had a crush on pre-February 2009) wanted in his pants and his high-profile relationship with Rihanna made him top news. He released hits and everyone thought he was a really good dancer (though I’m pretty sure Daichi Miura pwned the shit out of his ass).
However, I never liked him. In fact, I despise his being.
Firstly, there was one day that I was watching a BET “Top Ranked Dancers” show and somehow, Chris Brown was #1 over Michael OR Janet Jackson.
EXCUSE ME?!? NO.
I’m sorry, but Janet Jackson and Michael Jackson are legendary. When Janet Jackson did Rhythm Nation and had those 20 well-synchronized backup dancers with her, she killed that shit. Michael Jackson has been idolized for his dancing for DECADES and that is why he was so mourned upon his death in 2009.
Chris Brown will only be remembered for trying to BE Michael Jackson when he really isn’t.
What angered me most about this list is that Chris Brown is a good dancer FOR HIS TIME. Janet Jackson through the years has kept up and has looked absolutely flawless throughout all of it. Sit down and watch some Janet videos and tell me that chick doesn’t have moves all throughout her career.
The next thing that bugs me about Chris Brown is that people find him sexy. I don’t really find anything particularly exotic about him. He looks like any other black guy, to be quite honest. Coming FROM a black guy, that’s actually pretty sad.
It’s just that his celebrity makes him more appealing.
That’s it. Nothing more; nothing less.
Finally, the biggest thing that angers me about Chris Brown is that he’s pretty much a homophobe. How many times has he used gay slurs towards people when he wasn’t getting his way?
Speaking of that, he’s a spoiled brat. He becomes a celebrity and then expects everything to be perfect and to be served on a platter. When he’s not winning a basketball game, he calls people faggots. When people say something offensive to him, they’re immediately gay haters.
No, sir. That is NOT how the world works and you need to sit your ass down.
I’m sorry, but for anyone to glorify Chris Brown even WITH the domestic violence is simply not looking at what kind of person he is. You enjoy his music without really thinking about what kind of person this dude is. Yes, you can say you can split his music from him as a person, but is that really enough? Do you really think that his music should take precedence over the kind of human being he is? He is pretty much an ignorant human being and we should not continue to support his ignorance by buying his material.
…and that is basically what I’ve wanted to say about this guy. Now that he has the DV under his belt, why do we continue to support him? It just ends in bitches saying dumb shit.
…and do you want to be that dumb bitch? Certainly not. D:
My first day back in Philly has been nothing short of interesting and hilarious.
Upon getting on the Chinatown bus (which now costs 24 dollars round trip, making it useless and me opting to take an ACTUAL bus company with wi-fi), I was about to sit next to a stranger when I hear someone call my name. I look up and it’s my best friend! So, I scurred over next to her as we chatted for most of the ride and caught up on our lives and such (seeing as we haven’t seen each other in ages!).
We get to Philly and then take the bus ride together up to Temple. My best friend was meeting her host for the weekend on campus and I just wanted to see some old friends and hang out in the SAC (the old nickname for the student center. I don’t think anyone calls it by this anymore). I arrived as I always did: making sure it was welcomed to much fanfare. The few people I knew left in the student center lounge did double takes as to why I was even in town. So, I spent a couple of hours catching up with old friends and even making a new friend. After that, I took the Regional Rail to the hotel to check-in.
Now, since the hotel cost me quite a bit, I was going to be quite frugal with my money in terms of going out. However, this particular hotel charges 50 dollars when you use a debit card as a hold. Instead, these assholes charged me 100 bucks (two 50 dollar holds showed up on my account). I’m going to go down soon and alleviate this problem, because now I REALLY can’t afford this trip. D:
So, after relaxing for a bit, I tried to figure out what it was I was going to do. In the end, I decided to hang out with the only gay friend I have left in Philadelphia, who I haven’t seen in three years! We had lived next door to each other when we lived in the dorms my first year at Temple (which, at the time, he was a freshman). I was the first person he came out to, though he was still trying to figure himself out. We became quite close after that. He is probably the only gay pothead I have ever met in my life though. XD
I had told him that I was staying by the airport since it was the only thing I could find that was under 100 bucks a night, so he picked me up from the hotel. When he did, he decided to go to this HUGE liquor store in Delaware (since the state of Delaware is about 5-7 miles away from my hotel) to stock up a little. We then headed to his place to drink and watch Family Guy, American Dad, and South Park as we decided on where to go. We had a hard time deciding, so we tried flipping a coin and then doing “Doggie, Doggie, Diamond.”
…you know…that old game you would play with friends to pick who would be it in hide and seek…yeah, we’re so juvenile. XD
Anyway, we decided that since he doesn’t go to a lot of gay bars (and I haven’t been around the Philly gay scene in ages), we were going to gay it up. However, I decided that I would stop by one of my favorite restaurant/bar in the city first: Yakitori Boy!
As we walked over there (because it’s a short walk from his place in Northern Liberties to Yaki in Chinatown), I noticed that the Spaghetti Warehouse (a restaurant I went to once during my last year of college) had been turned into a hipster bar. I facepalmed as we walked by as I asked out loud, “Why is this place a hipster bar now?!? THAT’S JUST GROSS!”
Arriving at Yaki, I met up with my old drinking buddies as we chatted and caught up with one another. One of the guys I saw I hadn’t seen in well over 2 years and he was still as silly as ever. Another guy (who I hadn’t seen since my last trip on Halloween) mentioned the night we had met and one of the most memorable quotes ever uttered by man. Lastly, I caught up with my favorite waiter, who is this really hot, ripped Chinese guy who just LOVES to fuck with me. To me, feeling his abs is like…is like…AMAZING. I can’t even think of anything to say to this.
My friend agreed that he’s a hottie…and I never felt so close to my friend as I did when we were both checking this waiter out, especially as he used us as props to lift himself up. My friend and I were satisfied with life. XD
After Yaki, we decided to go to our first gay bar stop: Tavern on Camac. As we walked towards the bar, we noticed a transgender trying to fight some gay guy in a white turtleneck. We were finding the whole thing amusing, so we filmed it on our iPhones. No actually fighting occured, but the tranny decided to flash her ass and penis in the middle of the intersection of 12th Street and Locust Street for every single black gay guy (and my friend, who’s white) to see. We were LOLing too hard at the whole thing.
We arrived at the bar and only had a beer and chilled by the piano (Tavern on Camac is a gay piano bar). As we were finishing our beers and mocking people in the bar (because nothing overjoys me more than looking at some of the patrons and finding amusement in how these people act), one of the guys we were mocking profusely, an older man wearing a blazer with a turtleneck (to which I told my friend that he’d better not become THAT guy, because who wears a turtleneck with a blazer?) came over to us and tried to talk us up. I used that time to completely ignore him while my friend tried to be courteous. The older man asked me where I was from and thought I was from L.A. (do I look like an L.A. kid? XD), but I looked up, smiled, said, “New York” and went back to looking at my cell phone. The older man tried to make me get off my phone because I was with such a cute guy (my friend, he meant), but eventually, he gave up and that’s when we decided to book it. The old men to younger guy ratio was insanely low…as we were the only 20-somethings in the bar.
We headed over to iCandy (formerly 12th Air Command) after that and hung out there until an angry lesbian bouncer told us we had to leave. We didn’t drink, but we chatted instead. I had started telling him the story of an experience I had at Woody’s.
I was with my best friend (the one I was with on the bus ride) at the time, because she wanted to go. While we were at the bar, a Freakum Dress Fag™ (I’ll define this at some point) tried to hit on me by using, “Don’t I know you?” as his pick-up line to try and dance with me. I, being unable to know how to tell people to fuck off, tried to be courteous and hoped that I wouldn’t run into him on the dance floor. However, he ended up finding me and started to dance on me after asking when he was going to get his dance. Suddenly, a Vietnamese guy that I had hooked up with once that summer saw me, came over, and made out with me. The Freakum Dress Fag™ was no where to be seen after that. My best friend just looked on as this all occured and my eyes were so wide that I almost looked like an Anime character.
Out of nowhere, that very Vietnamese guy walked right by where we were sitting. TWICE.
I LOL’d. HARD.
It just goes to show you how small Philadelphia really is.
After iCandy closed, we decided to call it a night, but since I had to take SEPTA to get back to my hotel, I had to look for a place to break my 10 dollar bill. After we did, I headed home and got to bed at around 5-ish.
…and that, ladies and gentleman, was my first night back in Philly.
Since I woke up at 11:45 this morning, I haven’t done anything yet, other than listen to some drama going on outside of my room. I’m kind of afraid to leave my room right now. lol
I meant to write this a couple of days ago, so let me get this off my chest before I forget.
…WHAT THE HELL?!? WHERE ARE ALL THESE PHILLY AREA GAYSIANS COMING FROM?!?
I swear there were barely ANY when I lived there for 4 years and now all of them are coming out of the woodworks.
I saw Luan’s post on my News Feed from some fans of his who were from Philly…and two of the guys I follow on Tumblr to go to my damn alma mater (which I’ll be visiting, but of course not to stalk them out, but to see my old friends).
So, were you guys hiding from me or were you all still, like, in the womb while I was attending (i.e., still in high school)?
I just booked a hotel room in Philly for the weekend. Sadly, the best thing I could find at the last minute was by the airport at the hotel I stayed at when I visited Philadelphia for a week around Halloween.
Despite that, I’m excited to go visit again and actually see MORE than just my friend and his boyfriend for once.
WOODY’S | MIDTOWN VILLAGE (THE GAYBORHOOD), PHILADELPHIA
LOCATION: 202 South 13th Street (between Walnut and Locust Streets) WEBSITE: http://www.woodysbar.com/ NEAREST TRAIN STATION: Broad Street (Orange) Line - Walnut [Street] - Locust [Street] SCENE: Gay / Homosexual; Bar/Club; COST: $$ ATMOSPHERE: * OVERALL: *
So, let me tell you a little something about Woody’s. While it is Philadelphia’s most popular gay bar, it is not all that great. I recently heard the place went through a renovation, but from all that I can remember about this place, none of the memories were that great.
When I was still 20, I could only go to Woody’s on Wednesdays and they had a separate entrance for those people that went straight to the dance floor. Of course, I had to pay to get in. Once I was in, it’d be the dance floor and that was that. From what I can tell you, there was really nothing spectacular to talk about.
Even after I turned 21, Woody’s was probably the only place in the city that you could see pretty much every homo in the Philadelphia area. I would run into friends on occasion. I brought straight friends there on multiple occasions. Then, they started charging 5 bucks to go to the dance floor side at all times (usually, it was only 5 dollars for the over 21 set on Wednesdays).
However, this is not about the club. Let’s talk about the bar.
Woody’s is pretty much always crowded and there’s hardly a moment that you can sit and enjoy a drink with your friends. Drinks a bit on the expensive side (my signature drink, I recall, is about 11 dollars) and it’s hard to believe that this place gets a lot of business with how overly crowded it gets.
The crowd, honestly, is a lack to be desired, but then again, this is Philadelphia. The city has been rated in the top 5 for having the least attractive people by Travel and Leisure Magazine for the last 5 years (for 3 years, it was THE least attractive). Once in a while, you’ll find someone around your age that isn’t trashed out their minds who’s actually decent, but otherwise, just expect this to be a shit show of guys who just want to go out, drink, and be seen.
Maybe things have changed since the renovation. Maybe they haven’t. However, for OUT Magazine to say that they are “1 of the 50 Greatest Gay Bars in the World” is quite a bold statement for such a small location.
If you want to compare it to other gay bars/clubs like Splash here in NYC (which is HIGHLY overrated) or even Voyeur just around the corner (which is ALSO highly overrated), it’s actually just another hole-in-the-wall gay bar you’d probably see in Manhattan’s East Village section.
However, the bars in East Village, at least, are a bit less crazy (and reasonably priced).
This week’s Hump Day choice is not particularly someone I want to hump, honestly. He’s cute and all, but the reason I chose this guy is because his style is ON. POINT. I like his sense of fashion. I also find him pretty quirky and amusing.
That’s really all I have to say, honestly. He seems nice.
…and now I feel creepy as I click the “Create post” button. Forgive me. D:
So, yesterday was wonderful and should make you all jealous because Singles Awareness Day is where I dominate over couples. :P
I went to work, dressed in what I usually wear whenever I’m not at work (I’ll post a picture later), because I wanted to “let people see what they were missing out on for the day.” My co-worker and I had planned on ordering somewhere nice because it sucked that we had to work until closing since the day before. After mulling through ideas, we decided on my new favorite place: Campo Bello at the end of Tompkins Avenue. It’s a Spanish place. Their food? ON POINT. However, I remembered that they stop delivering at 8, but it was already 7:45. However, we tried calling anyway. We came to find out they stopped earlier than usual, so we were debating on where to go.
In the end, I had decided I wasn’t going to eat and my co-worker decided she wanted to go to the Chinese place next door.
I had noticed that her on-and-off boyfriend was in the store, so I got an idea. I called her over and told her, “Why don’t you ask him to go to Campo Bello and get us food? I mean, he’s here. Might as well use him.”
One thing you should know about my co-worker is that she’s a fiesty red-head. She is like the white girl wigger your parents warned you about. Back when I was still underage (to drink), me and her used to go to Teen Nights at this gay club in Sayreville, New Jersey called Colloseum with a few of her friends (co-workers of hers from her former 2nd job at Stop and Shop). One night, she was in the cage dancing while I was jamming in the foam pit. Crazy ass night.
…getting back to the story, my co-worker goes, “Hey. You. Get us some food.” Her boyfriend complies and as we’re telling him what we want, I’m about to take some money out. Her boyfriend then says, “Don’t worry about it, I got you.”
Holy shit, I just got my dinner paid for by a straight guy without doing a damn thing! GAME SET AND MATCH! :D
As I’m at work, a friend of mine hits me up. He’s a gay Vietnamese guy who I met while in college and he moved up to New York a little over a year ago. Had a crush on him ages ago, but I got over it within the first year I met him.
So, I hadn’t seen him in exactly a month and with it being Singles Awareness Day, he wanted to go out. I told him that I get out of work at 11 (which he does also), but he didn’t mind waiting for me to get up to Manhattan. So, after my mom picked me up from work, she took me to the ferry terminal and I headed up to St. Mark’s Place (which is pretty much a big hang out spot amongst many of my friends). We were going to go to this place called Zen Cafe (which is a ramen place and it’s really cheap). He texted me to tell me that it was closing in 15 minutes and I still had to transfer from the 4 train to the 6 train to get to Astor Place. I ended up suggesting we go to Kenka instead.
Kenka is probably the most popular restaurant on St. Mark’s Place. It is always crowded, always busy, and pretty damn cheap. A pitcher of draft beer is 8 bucks, so you can’t go wrong…especially since it’s my favorite beer: Sapporo.
So, we go to Kenka and my friend goes on about this “Shimada mug” of Sapporo for 5 bucks. So, I decided to get one…and what was put in front of me…it almost looked like my hand shrunk. That shit was HUGE. I was quite satisfied with my life, so my friend and I ended up drinking TWO.
Best part? He paid for all of it. :D
So, my friend and I wanted to go gay bar hopping, so after Kenka, we went to Boiler Room. Boiler Room, another cheap place, is probably THE only gay bar in the 5 boroughs that has a 3.75 well drink special all night, every night. So, my friend and I usually go there first because we can get drunk on a budget. However, I was feeling buzzed, so I decided to get a Long Island…which he pays for again after I told him I’d pay. So, we get our drinks and seclude ourselves to one corner of the bar. I forget what he tells me, but I laughed and somehow my drink slipped out of my hand and the glass shattered…along with my Long Island.
So, after embarassing myself in front of 4 guys sitting on the couches in that secluded corner, my friend and I share his well drink and run out of the bar.
Yes. Seriously. We ran…or rather, moderately jogged out. XD
Soon after, we decide to go to Urge (which the two blocks after 4th Street on 2nd Avenue are blocked by ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars out the wazoo). Urge is just this trashy place that we end up going to a lot that has muscular go-go boys on the bars and I swear old men have given them blowjobs on occasion. Just gross. I’m also not enticed by go-go boys in the least.
In any case, after we get our drinks (I got another Long Island, of course), we run into my other friend that me and my friend hang out with at all the gay bars and we’re all chatting it up. My friend’s too drunk to stay out too late and he decides to go home abruptly. My other friend and I end up hanging out for a bit before I decide it’s too late for me to be out and I go home. I walked down 2nd Street to find out that the commotion from earlier was actually from a fire in an apartment building on 2nd Street. The place looked pretty burnt also. Certain wasn’t a happy Singles Awareness Day for them. D:
…and so, I go home, drunk, super sleepy (I got woken up when the ferry was loading and when we had docked in Staten Island), and quite happy that I had a wonderful evening in which I didn’t have to pay for a damn thing. :D
Sadly, I slept until 12:30, so I completely missed my internship today. Knowing them, they probably didn’t miss me that much. Instead, I’m doing laundry and getting ready to go to work at 5…and then I’m going to Flushing (you know where) for a friend’s birthday.
The older gentleman and I met up and went back to his place about an hour and a half ago. We messed around a bit…and then as we’re about to put our clothes back on, he says, “I love you, Antonio.”
…all I could say, “Oh…really?” He said, “Yeah.”
My response: “I don’t know what to say to that.”
I then walked away to get ready to leave.
I’m thinking I shouldn’t see him anymore. I’m too weirded out by this guy now. You can’t fall in love with a guy you know nothing about. I don’t even like the guy that much.
If you’re going into an NSA expecting something to come out of it, you’re going to be very disappointed. I will not fall in love with you because I’m not into you as much as you’re into me. My feelings will not change. I already have an idea of what kind of guy I’d like to date and you’re certainly not it. This is not to say you’re not attractive, but this is to say that I don’t really want to get to know you beyond the sexual aspect. I’m good with how things are. I don’t need to date.
I think this guy would be proud of my above statement. XD
The Hypocrisy: Asian Music As Told By A Black Guy | Episode 2.5
+ THE JIN AND MEISA MARRIAGE/PREGNANCY STORY. Yes, Japanese pop culture has been abuzz with the news of Jin Akanishi and Meisa Kuroki getting married and Meisa already being 2 months pregnant.
The two married officially on February 2nd, though the story only started to spread on February 9th. Jin himself released a statement saying that these two did indeed marry, but made no mention of a pregnancy.
However, for someone to abruptly marry someone after 6 or 7 months of dating (much like Kumi Koda's surprise marriage to KENJI03) means that something is quite amiss.
With both Jin and Meisa’s agencies not even knowing any of this was happening and only finding out through the media, it led to a lot of what’s been going on lately.
On the Meisa side of things, Meisa’s upcoming activities (including promotion of her new album, Unlocked) are cancelled “due to physical condition, and considering various other circumstances.”
Physical condition, huh? Must be Japanese for MATERNITY LEAVE.
Otherwise, Meisa and her agency have made no announcement about anything at all. All’s quiet in the Kuroki camp.
Jin, if you don’t know already, is part of Johnny’s Entertainment, Japan’s biggest bishounen (pretty boy) companies. Once you’re in Johnny’s, a lot of what you do is under the watchful eye of Johnny Kitagawa, a man feared amongst his workers and a highly-rumored child molester (I mean…you work with nothing but little boys, so how are you NOT touching dem boys?!?). Under Johnny’s, your pictures are not allowed to be released unless they’re in the “pretty boy magazines,” you’re not really allowed to properly date or get married, and you’re pretty much banned from doing either.
Since Jin did indeed get married, Johnny has been reported with saying that he will be punishing him for it, but has yet to decide on what to do.
…and so, that is what’s been going on with this story which seems to be developing more and more every couple of days.
+ JAPAN WEIGHS IN ON THE DEATH OF WHITNEY HOUSTON Whitney Houston, one of the greatest singers of our time, died at the age of 48 on February 11th, 2012. As the investigation as to how this happened continues, the mourning has been in full swing.
Whitney Houston’s spirit was not only felt in America, but in Japan as well.
From original hallyu-waver BoA to the Empress of J-Pop Ayumi Hamasaki to enka singer Jero, everyone was mourning her death throughout Twitter.
+ SOME K-POP NEWS: LET’S TALK ABOUT BIG BANG! So, one of Korea’s biggest K-Pop bands, Big Bang has been amid a lot of controversy lately between Daesung's hit-and-run incident and G-Dragon being caught with marijuana possession in Japan. However, they’re back and trying to regain their glory by planning another comeback!
The first thing on their list: filming a video in NYC! Yes, the boys were in New York from February 10th to just yesterday filming a video for a new song on their next mini-album, Alive (due out February 29th in Korea, March 28th in Japan).
Seriously? Do these guys ever release FULL albums? XD
Anyway, on top of the release of their mini-album (with a reveal of all new looks, because Big Bang likes to be chameleons), they are all going to release solo albums…which means…YES, A NEW TAE YANG ALBUM!!! <3
Daesung, the member with the most turmoil, will be the first in line to release an album after Alive is released.
Added, these guys will be going on their FIRST world tour!!! They will hold Korean concerts in March, then move to Japan and the rest of Asia during the first half of the year and then towards the end of the year, they will hit Europe, South America, and (of course) North America.
For more information about Big Bang’s activities for 2012, check out this post.
Admittedly, if I had to pick any K-Pop band to stan, it’d probably be Big Bang (due to Tae Yang). XD
I grew up hating Singles Awareness Day ever since I was a kid. Back then, I used to hate it because, as the alternate name implies, I was made aware of my single status. I hated the lovey-dovey bullshit that would happen around me. I hated couples who felt the need to post their stupidity all over my News Feed. I used to hate wallowing in self-pity because I wasn’t with someone special.
Getting older, I just hate the holiday because it’s a holiday with no real importance of being celebrated. For one day out of the year, you’re going to prioritize your lover because you’re dictated to do so?
In fact, I don’t even call Singles Awareness Day by its actual name. Calling it the actual holiday makes me feel gross. You’ll only catch me saying it if I have to explain what I mean by Singles Awareness Day, but then I’ll only just say “February 14th.” Even saying the date makes me feel like washing my mouth out.
Ironically, my mom gives me a card (almost) every year with money in it. Money or not, my mom is a sweetheart for thinking of me…though I swear she’s trolling, because she KNOWS how much I hate this holiday.
…so, for the rest of the day, I won’t make mention of the festivities of February 14th unless someone provokes me. I made a vow on Facebook not to post a status about it…and with this post, I’m done talking about today.
…in any case, after some sleep, a new Hypocrisy episode will go up. :3
I am so beyond disgusted of these horrid pictures of Whitney on the covers of the newspapers right now.
Yes, the poor woman had problems with drugs and alcohol, but that doesn’t mean you should use highly unflattering pictures as the reports of her passing start to come together. Every customer at my store yesterday who came to customer service and noticed the Daily News cover was just as disgusted as I was about the picture.
Whitney, we will remember your soul as a beautiful one. Your voice brings tears to the eyes of all who listened. Every news report I read makes my eyes start to tear up…but I must know how this could have happened.
Yes, sadly, I still haven’t gotten over it yet. I still can’t believe she’s gone.
…and why is it only AFTER I started calling it this 5 years ago is everyone suddenly using that terminology?
Also, it looks aesthetically more pleasing adding the “s” to “Single.” Single Awareness Day kinda looks/sounds funny. :P
In any case, whether you’re single and ready to mingle but unable to find someone to mingle with because people don’t see how amazing you really are but you actually do dread everything about yourself or in a relationship dreading the fact that you are because you have to buy gifts and take that bitch out to dinner with money that you don’t have, enjoy the next 24 hours.
(For us single people, just sleep in and ignore it. XD)
Dashboard Confessionals -- Episode 2.5 | The birth of Kyle Luka Nevins.
So, for those who don’t know my real name, it’s Antonio.
I’ve always hated my name. People mess up my name all the time and it angers me.
How hard is it to pronounce my damn first name? My name is not Antoine. My name is not Anthony. My name is not Anton. I am not Spanish. I am not Italian. I do not appreciate people thinking it’s okay to use the “English” version of my name, because I was born in North Carolina with this name amongst black Southern Baptists, so I don’t have a translation of my name. It is what it is.
Also, my last name is not something I appreciate people mocking because “Berry” is in my last name. My last name has nothing to do with my sexual orientation. Though my last name is indeed my mother’s maiden name (and my mom is still using that name, though she only married my stepfather 5 years ago) and I admire my mom, I still don’t like it.
So, for a while, I was mulling through names.
When I was a kid, I wanted my middle name to be Strawberry, since I didn’t have a middle name. That was back when I didn’t know any better.
When I was an otaku, I wanted to change it to something Japanese. My nickname during those years was “Taji.” My online “pen name” was Taji Kamiya, then Taji Yagami, then Taji Kiryu. In fact, some people who have known me back in high school/early college still call me that nickname (which, at this point, are only about 4 people).
…of course, that was when I didn’t know how much of a weeaboo I had been back then. I also lost interest in Anime in recent years, so I don’t really like to associate myself with my fandom days.
Now that I’m getting to the point of REALLY wanting to change my name, I wanted something easier to pronounce that people won’t fuck up. I’ve also always wanted a middle name.
For a while, I’ve loved the names Tyler, Tristan, Kieran, Vincent, and Kyle, so I really wanted to associate one of those names. Since I know a Tristan, I striked that from the list. I also know a Tyler, so I striked that from the list as well. Kieran seemed like a weird name to me after a while, so I dropped that one also. Therefore, Kyle and Vincent had stuck with me when I thought about names.
One day, however, I was watching a Japanese drama called Koishite Akuma. The main character’s name was Ruka (but I think it was actually spelled “Luka”). I thought Luka was a cool name, so I wanted to make it my first name originally.
As for the last name, I wanted something simple. It didn’t come to me until one day when I fell asleep on the 4 train after a night of drinking. When I woke up, I ended up in Brooklyn at Nevins Street Station (3 stations down from Bowling Green in Manhattan). In my drunken stupor, I thought to myself, “Nevins…that sounds like that could be a nice last name.” Since my friends ALWAYS make fun of the fact that anyone with three first names for a name is usually a douchebag, I wanted to avoid that and decided that Nevins was perfect. It’s simple, sounds like a last name, and it’s not hard to pronounce.
At the time I put the name together, I originally liked the name Vincent enough for a middle name, so I ended up with Luka Vincent Nevins.
Something about it didn’t seem right with me, so I decided to try adding “Kyle” to the name: Kyle Luka Vincent Nevins. KLVN. Something about the initials didn’t seem right with me. It also seemed douchey to have two middle names.
Seeing as I know a couple of guys named Vincent (one of whom I highly dislike), I dropped it and made it what it is now.
Kyle Luka Nevins.
Kyle L. Nevins.
Something about it is classy and normal. Plus, I could actually make my nickname cool. I would no longer be Tony, a nickname I have despised since the dawn of time. Instead, I could be Ky [Kai].
Now, THAT’S a nickname I can appreciate.
So…now you’ve heard my whole spiel about what I would change my name to.
I’m a loser and I should appreciate my name, but I don’t. Since my teenage years, I have not liked my name. I’ve actually considered introducing myself as Kyle instead of Antonio recently. However, since my name is not LEGALLY changed yet, I’m just going to stick to introducing myself as my present name…until the day comes that I can afford to change it.
Damn it, I wasted a Just Another Ranting Sunday on something depressing with something that’ll make you think.
If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you’ll know I’ve been weighing in HARD with the Grammys AND with an article I recently read about why Chris Brown was even allowed to perform at the Grammys that made quite a powerful impact on me.
I think I might go at it next Sunday (though the Grammys will already be a week past over).
Today’s Dashboard Confessionals entry will come…AFTER I GO TO BED. It’s already 20 minutes to 3. XD
The only station in NYC that’s playing a marathon of Whitney Houston songs is KTU (103.5).
KTU, meanwhile, is the only station that still plays a lot of those songs you’d hear on this album.
…no, I am not lying.
…I dare you to listen to KTU right now for the next 48 hours. If they stop playing Whitney before the end of the evening, listen to this station towards the midday hours. They play pretty much that album I just linked.
Meanwhile, none of the urban (read as: black) stations are playing, maybe, one or 2 Whitney songs and then playing Top 40 bullshit. Not even stations like WBLS (107.5) or Kiss FM (98.7) are giving Whitney the time of day.
Also, I heard the Grammys sucked balls and Jennifer Hudson sang a Whitney song in tribute. A lot of mixed reactions are on my News Feed right now.
As for the newspapers, the Daily News had a cover of Whitney with the headline “WHITNEY DEAD.” Turn to the next page and you see the most unflattering pictures of her from 2 days prior to her passing.
The Staten Island Advance? Pfft, what do a bunch of Staten Islanders (read as: Italians with annoying accents) know about honoring Whitney? They gave her a little corner in the obituaries. RUDE.
I’m sorry, Whitney. Aside from KTU, the tributes being done for you are GARBAGE. D:
Just Another Ranting Sunday -- Episode 2.5 | Life goals and major decisions.
As I sit here and reflect on my life (as what usually happens when I’m alone in my room with nothing to do), I realize that I don’t motivate myself that much because I feel so hopeless about myself. I’m an overly vulnerable person and my insecurities come out whenever I’m in a situation where I feel that people are judging me. I’m scared of being judged and I’m scared of being a failure. Who isn’t though?
The problem is that I feel that I really wallow in these thoughts to the point that it almost destroys me. I kind of feel like a destroyed person.
So, to start, I’m going to work on that a bit more thoroughly and I’ve made some recent decisions to reflect that.
In terms of grad school, I decided to study Journalism and I will probably return to Temple. Deep in my heart, I had a feeling I’d be going back to Philadelphia and this time, I really need to focus. I need to put my all into this because I want to be able to be more successful and more focused. The reason I don’t push myself is because I don’t like to strain myself. However, if I don’t strain myself, I won’t get the desired results.
I think I’ll visit Cali at some point for maybe 2 weeks to really get a feel for that side of the country, but that will come later.
However, with the grad school decision, I have not completely given up on finding internships and work in New York. With that, I will probably be looking for stuff between the two cities and see what I can achieve from there. So, I’ll be scouring Craigslist and Google searching like mad for a bit. I’m going to also apply to the Teaching Fellowship to teach ESL and see where that goes.
Finally, my fitness goals. I told myself that I’d join a gym by the end of the month, but with the really filled schedule I have right now at work this week (and probably next week), I probably won’t get to do that. I’m going to try hard on this though.
WHITNEY HOUSTON | AUGUST 9, 1963 – FEBRUARY 11, 2012
A legend has left this world.
She had struggled with so much before she passed away. Whether it was drugs or not that took her away from us, she left an impact in the lives of many. For some, her music was solace through personal turmoil. For others, she made aspiring singers admire her amazing vocal talents and wished to be her.
No matter what, this woman changed the lives of many for the better and she will be remembered for many generations to come.