21 Balloons

Grown Ass Woman

2011-03-02T23:44:00.003-05:00

I am a grown ass woman and I do what I want. I'm fancy with my new job. Miss Independent. Britney Spears ain't got nothing on me, I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. I am 100% woman... you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me.

This guy

2010-12-07T16:05:00.002-05:00

Over the weekend, I was reminded of an old Playstation game my brother used to make me watch him play, Twisted Metal. And there is this one particular character in the game that I can't just get out of my head, Axle. Oh, Axle.

Goodbye Philadelphia, Always Stay Sunny

2010-12-03T00:15:00.012-05:00

Taking a trip down memory lane with photos from my Twitpic. So, if you guys didn't know, I'm moving back to NYC this weekend. I'm sad about leaving my hometown but I can't start a new chapter in my life if I don't start making any changes. Don't be a stranger.

Goodbye to...

...this little guy, my rambunctious nephew.

...hanging out on my rooftop.

...my neurotic work habits at McJAWN.

...feeling like a big fish in a small pond.

...nights at the Royal Tavern with just me and my laser pointer.

...my family, especially this particular member.

...being stuck in traffic because of these damn carriages.

...PBR and Hipster dancing.

...First Fridays.

...my Mom's Vietnamese cooking.

...daily java fixes at my favorite cafes.

...Phillies and all things sports; if I'm not in Philly, I'm not interested.

...weekend brunch rituals.

...the whip that doesn't lock.

Hoodie Allen - Get it Big Time

I love you so but why I love you? I'll never know

2010-11-01T22:47:00.006-04:00

In celebration of CASSIUS signing with Ed Banger Records, they created this free iPhone application of moving lips singing to their "I Love You So" song.

Oh BTW, I miss you tons, New York.

My Best Friend Stab Me in the Back, So Deep

2010-10-25T20:10:00.005-04:00

You and I used to go wayyy back, back when you still lived on Sesame Street. Who knew that you could become so malicious, especially to someone who trusted and loved you so much. A true friend bends backwards for you not because you're "Big Bird," but because you're just bird. I remember filming you and our friends skateboarding at Burnt Cat because you asked me to but I really didn't want to because I didn't know how to skateboard and half of the guys really sucked at skating. I knew you before and after, I guess we can't choose our family members but we can choose our friends. For a while, I thought you were family and I wasn't ready to give-up but now you're just a bad friend.

Check yourself before you wreck yourself, Big Bird.

Shorty got them apple bottom jeans, the coats with the long tails.

2010-10-10T12:28:00.001-04:00

Philadelphia is full of people who rides coattails. This world is full of people who rides coattails. I don't blame people for doing so because when you're networking it's the same concept of making connections and building on those relationships in order to make new and may be more favorable connections. But then you feel bad for those who are wearing the coat. They begin to get blinded by flashing lights and forget who their real friends are, the non-coastriders, the ones who help them put on their coat versus those who rides them.

A coatrider is one who doesn't care of how much work the person had put-in to help them get them there nor do they truly care about the person's well-being just as long as they can use the coat-wearer's name in order for them to get ahead. The coatrider comes in all shapes and forms, they may look like your next best friend giving you endorsement products and free tickets. But when the kids get old and by kids, I mean us. You'll finally realize who were there for you at the very end.

Riding coattails is a metaphor that refers to the way in which lower level or uninspiring celebrities can often reach stardom through their ties to another, more popular and successful celebrity. This can often be used as a generic phrase for anyone that hangs onto another person as they forge ahead, without effort from the hanger-on.

Ode to the NYC Summer Nights

2010-09-28T14:53:00.003-04:00

Ode to the NYC summer nights, to my Philly up-kept hair and rolling jays attitudes and to your New England dirty but proper New Balances and glasses of Riseling, clinking beer cans on the ledge of Dealy Hall (any inch could be a deadly one). Riding the D trains at five in the morning exploring the L.E.S. - s because what the Conde Nasty New Yorkers doesn't understand that sometimes less is more. Heels and ties loosen our minds that the city of dreams is not all what it seems. Bodega, can I "getta's" BUT the best part is when I find Evan DeKaser spread out and knocked out on my couch after a late night of watching back-to-back HBO, the best part of a NYC summer night is the "good morning."

Remember Sometimes It Hurts. Sometimes It Doesn't.

2010-07-28T21:03:00.003-04:00

I may not be in your pool of girls, I might just be the only one in your drinking cup.

Whatever. Now it's gonna take a love letter to get me to smile, again.

Holding you down

2010-07-26T20:32:00.005-04:00

Now that I'm back from Asia, I get all clueless when people ask me, "How was Asia?" I just don't know how to respond to that, especially when they ask, "What ya do?" Hmmm... well let me see, well my friend shot a rocket launcher at a cow, I shot an AK at some random mountain in the middle of a land-mine in Cambodia somewhere, I went on a lady-boy hunt, walked a tiger, rode an elephant through a jungle, jumped off of waterfalls and boats, etc.

Jazmine Sullivan - Holding You Down

July is the month of heartbreaks and heartaches

2010-07-21T08:58:00.013-04:00

Last night after four rounds of beer and a discounted tab from a devilishly handsome bartender who's no stranger, I left with my two girlfriends in search to find my other friends. I walked out of the the upscale restaurant/slash/bar that was closing for the night only to find myself sitting on the sidewalk beside one of my dearest friends, stroking her hair. Her head was buried between her knees as salty tear drops soaked her gray bf sweater. We were not alone, our friends surrounded her with speechless love. And then a black homeless man approached us self-proclaiming as thee "Jokeman." Little did he know that I actually know the original Jokeman and I wouldn't allow this pseudo Jokeman to tell me a joke, so instead I told him a joke of a stick of butter that you throw out the window... a butterfly. My friend finally emerge from between her knees and laughed a little, saying "fuck it."

I was going through my old private notes while I was working on the second issue of McJAWN. I remember how fucking frustrating it all was but now I'm realizing that I have McJAWN to thank for helping me grow as person. I copy-&-paste a reply to a comment as way to remind myself that in business, in life and in relationships, no one is perfect; however, we shouldn't blame anyone for the mistakes that were made and instead focus more on handling the situation. Always keep in mind that any decisions you make should be made in the interest of the love in your life.

When I get angry, I sing myself that Kidz in the Hall song that starts off like this... Cool Cool Relax Relax.

My self-worth: Love? I wouldn't be able to give him the proper attention that he deserves and God knows I've tried but to my surprise I'm not willing to try hard enough. I chose not to be patience. I didn't give him a chance to make it right. As soon as I felt a tugging at my heart, I pulled the trigger. Now everything that I ever felt is dead to me. And that person I loved the most, deserves so much better.

Kidz in the Hall - Cool Relax

M.I.A. feat. Jay-Z - XXXO

We lost, Sabina

2010-06-08T19:10:00.002-04:00

Senior Year

2010-05-23T10:27:00.003-04:00

Word-to-God, Hun. I don't get down like that.

2010-04-14T10:53:00.004-04:00

First Google image result I got when I typed in Phillies.

Casey Kuklick's Facebook wall, "there are only two seasons, winter and baseball"

Will Smith should really move back to Philly

2010-04-10T17:10:00.004-04:00

The weather is finally getting better. I'm feeling like that Clipse song with Pharrell:

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.

Philly's hiphop duo Chiddy Bang got together last year in hopes to integrate a new song of electronica and hiphop. And exploded onto the music scene with their MGMT sampling track "The Opposite of Adults." Holla for a dolla!

Chiddy Bang - Pass Out

This is Family Business

2010-04-10T14:53:00.008-04:00

My brother is finally back in Philly. The Vo kids are fucking nuts. I'm thinking about moving back to Philly... hmmm.

When we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves.

2010-03-22T12:06:00.003-04:00

It's pretty obvious to identify one's flaws from the outside in. That is why I try to put myself in check by wondering if I possess those same contradictory traits. Insecurity, for me, is not about who I am but rather, wandering off the track of who I want to be.

Thus, in conclusion: Craziest College Champions, Fordham University #1!

It was honestly beautifully bold

2010-03-05T13:37:00.007-05:00

It's been a while. Not much to say. Fire it up.

The Hood Internet - Fire it Up, Firemouse (Lil Wayne vs. Modest Mouse)

Papa was a rolling stone, it's in my ancestry

2009-12-31T23:01:00.004-05:00

I hope 2010 is spectacular. I have a lot to look forward to. Many major decisions that needs to be made but whatever I chose, it was already chosen for me. I'm still learning how to cope with being a loser, well, ordinary. No, I'm not fishing for compliments. But in all truths, I'm beginning to unlock the mystery of, "How do you expect to make 'em happy, when you can't make yourself happy?"

I was on twitter earlier today and the trending topic of #10yearsago showed up on the right-side navigation. 10 years ago, I was the liveliest person ever. I met Yis but didn't really get to know him until he somehow got a hold of my rap book and now he's like my best friend. I also remember how I wondered why everyone was so into Dawson's Creek when it wasn't even his creek. I admit it, I was really dumb but I loved it. I was in Wen's world. I was awesome. Then someone told me to be more intuitive. And I got carried away for caring for nonsense. Later I reach into my feminine insight in 2oo5. Five years ago, I just broke up with my first boyfriend and I forgot what it was like to be single. Yesterday, I had to find all of my old embarrassing xanga and livejournal accounts to delete 'em. Reading through these old entries made me realize that it's not that easy to make yourself cool online, when you're really not that cool to begin with.

So, now I have this blog and I really could careless if anyone is reading this. By making my blog public, I have to withhold a lot of thoughts. I tried making it private but it was pointless, I would type out the craziest shit and never really made sense of reality. The thought that people can see this, kept the real world ajar.

And it's almost midnight. All I can think about is all the friends I've made in past 10 years. My friend from high school, from California, from West PA, from Manhattan and from the Bronx. All I have to say is that I miss my friends. And if I'm the reason for it, I'm sorry. Or perhaps, it's evanish with no cause. I just want you back in my life, again. Happy new year.

He, who points his finger, should point his finger at the mirror of his Louis Vuitton.

2009-12-11T12:30:00.006-05:00

Practice what you preach. How can you can you say that George Bush hates black people when your publicized efforts seems effortless. I'm not saying I'm a Bush supporter, politics to me seems like a popularity contest and I don't involve myself with parties and cliques. Nonetheless, I hate this society of where a finger needs to be pointed but those fingers ought to be pointed at ourselves. Blame me, blame the government, blame wall street. We, young people are apathetic because you told us to focus our attention to other things like popping bottles of Cristal, making it rain and getting bitches. I got money to blow and a house being repossessed.

The more you know, the more you don't know shit.

Kanye West feat. Little Brother And Consequence - I See Now

Salt N Pepper - Working Up A Sweat (Surecut Kids remix)

Philly in my blood, NY covering my tracks, Drugs taking over my mind

2009-12-09T14:26:00.008-05:00

@World Do you not believe in karma? I've only been good to ya, world. Why are you trying to fuck up my shit?
RT @Wen Blah Blahhh
RT @World I guess you're right. It's not normal for me to be me.

My jumpdrive miraculously grew legs and ran away from me. So I was up for 48 hours replacing the work that I lost, including a 10 page paper. Me losing stuff, what's new? I'm tired.

Gucci Mane - Danger Not a Stranger (Diplo remix)

Wamp, Wamp

2009-12-07T00:00:00.004-05:00

What it do, what it do.

I write in hopes that people would read it but I never actually thought that people do

2009-12-06T20:36:00.005-05:00

Call me pessimistic.

Have a baby by me and be a millionaire. Love, Tiger. Have I been sheltered my entire life and was never exposed to this ugly life of infidelity? A few years ago, I would think that love was so rare and so precious that I couldn't see anyone wanting to jeopardize it. I would never trade in my family and friends for another. Is it really that fucking common that people cheat? Shit, am I my father's daughter? C'mon, world... get your shit together. It's a shame that single people will probably stay single because they're too paranoid to get their heart's broken. I believe in the Notebook.

It’s so beautiful; it’s so lovely. It’s so guttering; it’s so ugly. Love me or hate me, ya’ll can’t break me; cause ya’ll ain’t make me.

Suck the living music out of me

2009-11-23T05:09:00.003-05:00

This week, I'm going to try to make it out to as many music shows as possible. BTW, Wednesday find NoseGo painting Cafe Grindstone. Literally painting the entire building.

11/23 Schoolly D, The Soul Asylum, The One Sun Lion Ra, The Soundbwoi Killaz, Alien Architects, True Dialect, Voss @ Club Festivals (Philly)
11/24 Wiz Khalifa, Ninjasonik, Trouble Andrew @ Highline (NYC)
11/25 Saosin, Innerpartysystem, P.O.S. @ Trocadero (Philly)

And then Thanksgiving and football.

She goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy

2009-11-08T14:54:00.005-05:00

Things have been looking up for my best friend, Yis. And I'm happy for him because of all people he deserves it. I am a bittersweet symphony, I'm lying if I said I wasn't; however, my discovery this weekend is that Yis and my family are the only ones who are not subjected to my jealousy or enviousness. I'm proud of them... of every relationship status that changes to a heart and for every extra zero added onto a check. That's true love, the only love I know thus far. This makes me feel less crazy.

Another discovery: little white-lies are the thing of the past, embrace honesty for the bitch that it is because it's true what they say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

Oh wait one more thing before I leave this very deep blog entry that I'm openly typing in the middle of the reference section of Fordham University's Walsh Library (with people looking over my shoulder), words do not mean a thing. There's nothing anyone can say or do to make you believe them. Let their actions speak for itself. Realization and humiliation can come hand-in-hand. At the end, you'll ask yourself what means the world to you?

My money, my doe, my hoes, my clothes.

This is what I've learned about boys

2009-09-21T14:19:00.002-04:00

Young, old, fat, skinny hot or ugly. Does not matter who they are, they all suck. I'm not picky. I'm not flattered. I'm just indifferent about you, really, I just want to kick it. I need someone who wouldn't mind chilling. I want someone who can hold a conversation about meaningful stuff, rather than talking about the last time you got shit-faced.

And me...

I'm trying to correct some of my flaws by learning from other people's mistakes. I can get easily influenced by the people around me, so I need to surround myself with good people. Everyone likes a humble person. That's where I want to be.

Supa Calafragiilistic Expealidotious

2009-08-12T11:57:00.002-04:00

Man I love Yung Joc, Gucci and OJ. No lie. So, McJAWN had a big meeting this weekend, a lot of changes will be made to the website. We're expanding out to NYC... Anyone want to help? Let me know.

Download: Yung Joc f. Gucci Mane, OJ da Juiceman + Nicki Minaj “Birds” MP3

So Insane

2009-08-04T03:25:00.005-04:00

Rye Rye & M.I.A. - Bang (Stanton Warrior Remix)

Another neat discovery.

Eureka, it certainly is a discovery. So Insane may sound like a few bad snares, but that one line has got me hooked, "Oh baby, you got me going so insane and I just don't know what's going down." Sing it, Miles.

Our Lingo

2009-08-02T12:35:00.002-04:00

What a rainy day. Kinda bored, so I've been "Wall-to-Wall"-ing on some of my best friends facebook profiles. It's definitely putting a smile on my face, reminiscing about the good times my friends and I have shared.

The funniest part, is reading up on how we talked to each other...

Man on man, I put us, center city kids to shame.

And I work too hard to party alone

2009-07-22T01:25:00.005-04:00

Three different parties, three different cities, three different days... benefits of being a Chinatown bus traveler. McJAWN is throwing the BEST BLOCK PARTY EVER this Sunday at 12:00PM located around 15th and Dickinson, so please come out and wear lots of sunscreen. Details are on the flyer.

Giant Steps party with WALE is tomorrow; RSVP is closed but I still have some spots left, hit me up on the blackberry is you wanna come.

You're probably wondering if I'm a party-promoter. The answer is no, I get these endless invites in my McJAWN inbox, and it just seems worth sharing. These are "exclusive" (man, I hate that word) parties; hence, I'm not that loserish. Hopefully.

Gucci Made It Rain On Ha Forhead (Yeah)

2009-07-21T16:34:00.003-04:00

I can't believe they are selling "Free Gucci Mane" t-shirts. Actually, I can believe it, especially on a rainy day like today, without Gucci the world would be deprived from "Gucci Made It Rain On Ha Forhead (Yeah)."

Cool girls are girls who are aunities

2009-07-18T13:49:00.002-04:00

Welcome to the world, baby. His name is Mason and he's the latest addition to the Vo family (aka the coolest greatest family in the world). I'm coming home this weekend. Loves.

Too poor to smoke cigarettes

2009-07-14T23:01:00.007-04:00

Why does it seem like you might have a lot of friends, but you're always finding yourself doing stuff alone. But no matter how bad it may seem, I still have my good looks, sanity and semi-working health. And like any good friend, I'll always be here for you with my good looks, sanity and a pack of cigarettes.

Although, I don't have air conditioning, I'm gonna keep it cool this summer. Come find me.

Let's Party & Pool-shit!

2009-07-13T16:04:00.010-04:00

I've been broke, you've been broke. Lets find something to do and lets do it for free. McCarren Park Pool, located in Brooklyn, has been closed for nearly 25 years, and are now opening its gates for the Jelly's free concert series. Get your Ray Bans and your D.I.Y. cut-off shorts, it's time to hipster-out.

I'll be there August 23rd: Girl Talk, Wiz Khalifa and Max Tundra.

Here's something that's happening a bit sooner: Q-Tip, Chester French, Little Dragon and Benji B are hitting up Central Park for the Summer-stage series this Saturday at 3PM.

The Faint - Machine in the Ghost

In a hot second

2009-07-12T22:21:00.002-04:00

Yeah, McJAWN is still going strong. I'm thinking of working with Sally to redesign the layout. Since working at the web development department at my school, I've been picking up on a lot of Dreamweaver and Photoshop; furthermore, I just discovered AJAX. Call me a nerd, but I don't really give a fuck... I do what I want, even if that means sitting at home learning codes. Entourage is coming on in six minutes. Talk to you grand-kids, later.

We Go Hard

2009-06-09T13:02:00.005-04:00

Santigold's After party and Terry Urban's Southerngoldern Mixtape Release party at the Greenhouse tonight! Music spinning by Eli Escobar.

Download it here.

Boys who do not shower

2009-06-09T10:11:00.008-04:00

Hot boys who do not shower, can't wait to see what these boys are all about. Check out the Street Dreams movie hitting the AMC Empire theater in NYC next week, click here fore more info.

LAST WEEK I went to Que Bajo at Santo's last Thurs with Vic and TJ. I guess we missed Miike Snow, sucks. The party was kinda whack, so we chilled upstairs with some of the guys who work there... had some free shots on the house. It was an extremely good night.

Unfortunately, I can't really say the same for the next night. "Advertisement for Myself" was really fun for the hour that I was there; all until, I got pulled over by the cops for being an observer for someone littering. The cops ran our IDs. Turns out that it's illegal to have two different driver licenses from two different states; therefore, I had my car towed and now I have a court hearing somewhere in July. FML.

Anywho shout-out to Nose, Sharktooth, 2 Cents, Branded and El Toro.

I have an exam tomorrow... I'll be up all night. Later on that night, The FADER Presents SOUNDCHECK: New York City, come find me and lets drink our misery away. Rave to DJ Egg Foo Young.

Miike Snow (Benny Blanco remix feat. Neon Hitch) - Burial

Uptown girl, She's been living in her uptown world

2009-06-04T11:26:00.007-04:00

DJ Webstar feat. Young Wonder, Jim Jones and Style P - Uptown

Ready to Kill with a Smoking Gun

2009-06-03T09:35:00.016-04:00

I'm digging Kickdrums, definitely check them out... download "Just a Game" here. Tilla is one of the official remix DJs and producers for artists such as 50, Jay, Adelle, Kanye, and Kid Cudi. He's teamed up with Alex Fritts and just release "Just a Game." You definitely can't mess with success.

Summer classes blow. What blows even more is that... I'll definitely be home for the "Advertisement for Myself" show this Fri; however, I have to catch an early Chinatown bus back to NYC to meet up with my cousins from Australia, which means I'll be missing the Roots' Picnic and the afterparty. I guess it'll won't be too bad, my parents are finally coming up to VISIT. Usually when they're here, it's to drop me off or pick me up. Back in the day, my parents were not too happy when I told them I wanted to move here, but I think they just have some secret resentment towards New York, itself.

Go watch Pressure Cooker.

Oh yeah, 22 days and counting... I'm outta this bitch.

Kickdrums - Out to Get Me!

Doing what I love, doing what I want

2009-05-29T12:53:00.012-04:00

Yis and the other McJAWNstuuurs are working hard, getting ready for this upcoming first Friday's "Advertisement for Myself" show at the TandP gallery. Best believe, I'll be back in Philly next weekend. And remember that that Sat is The Root's Picnic (Kid Cudi, Santigold, Public Enemy, Asher Roth, TV on the Radio and more).

However, this weekend in NYC Dutty Artz will be booming in Brooklyn tonight at Glasslands. And after I galang-a-langed enough on the dance floor; I'll be swinging by for Sara & Nora's party at Monkeytown (58 N 3rd St). Then tomorrow, we should all check out Elevator Fight playing at the Mercury Lounge.

Last but not least, if I can't find a cheap plane ticket to Tennessee... I'm selling a Bonnaroo ticket for a friend... $240... you know you want it. Just e-mail me at wen@mcjawn.com, if you're interested.

Summer is made for love. Love music. It's incredible.

Big Sean feat. Earlly MacMillion - Mr. Incredible

New! DJ Class - Dance Like A Freak

Of Montageaus and Capulets

2009-05-26T00:30:00.004-04:00

You know what's worst than name-dropping... number-dropping. Oh yeah, you drop five g's on a table; well guess what, I got my table for free and friends who actually like me. But I admire your enthusiasm.

Stoked on Spring and some other shit

2009-05-21T19:00:00.002-04:00

School is out! Not too fast, unfortunately for me I'm taking summer classes; therefore, school starts again Tues. Blow me.

I've been taking a little rest from the world and dwelling up on wine and cigs. Nose came up to keep me company in the Brox last weekend. His art was up for auction at the Stoked on Spring event held at the Openhouse gallery in Soho, where Model Daria Werbowy was hosting. Pretty impressive guestlist. Free booze and all.

I really miss home, especially since a lot of my friends went home for the summer. After these past three months, I've realized... I really enjoy being a college-kid and not having too many responsibilities. I'm a pretty hard-working ambitious person. Although, my life may seem so glam for some people; I've worked really hard to get where I'm at and I don't really think people really understand that.

Anyway, I'll be in Brooklyn tonight for a Vice magazine party:

9PM
Brooklyn, Glasslands Gallery (289 Kent Ave)
Featuring These Are Powers and Pterodactyl

Middle School

2009-05-15T20:05:00.002-04:00

After this video, I ran out and got the baby blue jersey and the white air forces. Man, Mya and Jay were the coolest.

One more time, we're gonna celebrate, don't stop the dancing

2009-04-30T20:40:00.004-04:00

Uh huhhhh...

I'll be hosting a bomb-ass brunch this Sunday in my backyard. Come and kick it with some good people. Josh and I have been bbming each other back and fourth with music proposals for our playlist. In honor of Spring Weekend 2009, Juvenile - Slow Motion takes the cake; that is a for-sure on the list, possibly on repeat.

Hasta La Vista Brunch Potluck
Don't let me drink by myself again.
It's winding down to the end. Lets do it again Daft Punk style: one more time, we're gonna celebrate, don't stop the dancing.

Brunch, 90's rap and all you can drink Mimosas & Bloody Marys. It'll be early enough, so we can all pass out to study later on that night for FU finals. Discounted Adderall at $5 with admission (if need be).

P.S. If you're coming, confirm and comment on what you're bringing. Bitches and hoes are fine, just as long as they're kosher. If you want to chip in for alcohol, let me know.

B.Y.O.C. (Bring Your Own Chair)

Here is what we have so far...

Snoop Dog - Gin and Juice
Cam'ron - Hey Ma
Eazy-E - Boyz N Tha Hood
Big Pun - Still Not A Player
Mya - Best of Me
Afroman - Crazy Rap
Kelis - Milkshake
Chingy - Right Thurr
Alice Deejay - Better Off Alone (for Boris)
Run DMC - It's Tricky
Foxy Brown - I'll be Na Na
DMX - Ruff Ryder's Athem
Jay-Z - Big Pimpin'
Shaggy - Boombastic
DJ Jazzy Jeff & Will Smith - Summertime
Salt-N-Pepper - Let's Talk About Sex
Fabolous and Tamia - So Into You
Outkast - Player's Ball
Slick Rick - Hey Young World
KRS-One - Step Into My World
Tribe Called Quest - Scenario
The Fugees - No Women, No Cry
and lots and lots more...

For We've Been Together Like Nike Airs & Crisp Tees

2009-04-28T08:05:00.008-04:00

It's finally nice out in the Bronx. I've been having the best Fordham days EVER, and it's sad because like all good things it must come to an end. Finals are coming up. The weather will be suckie. This summer is gonnabe so dull without my friends. Yes, I will still be here during the summer taking classes and working in front of the computers, urgh.

Some highlights from the past few days:

Central Park
Smac
Gommorah (by myself, high as shit)
Fort-Twenty (thanks to Timmy)
Town Tavern
Fire-Hydrant
Missing Guster after passing out from a morning full of kegs and shots
Spring Weekend 09 Theme Song: Juvenile - Slow Motion
Drinking by myself, lying in front of my neighbor's doorsteps (I swear I'm not homeless)
James' Sweet 16
Jorts
Eddies'
Being naked, like practically all the time
Lawn chairs
Forties
Vanilla Blunts
Lots of good music

If you're in Philly, Elevator Flight will be playing at Silk tonight (Zoe Kravitz).

Also, I've been listening to a lot of Major Lazer, Big Sean and Chip Tha Ripper. Check it out, homez.

Last but not least, fuck Dunkin' Donuts, they totally killed the Coffee Coolata for me.

West 4th

2009-04-20T00:50:00.001-04:00

Then the LORD rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the LORD out of heaven;
And he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground.

This movie is the shit.

What Means the World to You?

2009-04-10T10:22:00.008-04:00

My plans of going up to Boston has changed to me going home to Philly. My Dad just quit his job, he's never quit anything in his life. I called my mom earlier, when I found out the news. I was choking up a little bit. My mom is so mean. She was like, "Are you crying? If you are, I'm going to hang up now." But she means well. My mom is so blunt and I appreciate it, haha. I guess that's where I get my classy-bitchiness from.

This is not what life is suppose to be... working and saving. Happiness doesn't start at a specific time. Happiness cannot be found in people, places or things. Happiness starts within ourselves. I've known this for a long time, but for the first time I'm beginning to really understand this.

On a lighter subject. I've been meeting some really dope people lately. And I've been learning a lot from them. Coffee is so legit for those business discussions, but blunts are definitely "it" for those heart-to-heart.

It sucks, I'm just sitting in my apt in the BX. I wish I just had someone to watch TV with. Man, I need a puppy.

P.S. Dad, you've taught me so much about life. I was just telling a friend last night what you told me about little girls and princesses...

"After fathering three beautiful princesses, what I've learned about them is that you'll get them a Barbie one week because you want to make them happy. But the following week, they'll expect another Barbie. In life, sometimes it's better to not get everything you want. You girls are too perfect to be spoiled rotten. The truth is life was meant to be not easy."

A lot of time the men in our lives gets so unappreciated, but I want to let you know that I definitely appreciate you. You mean the world to me.

Diamonds rings and shiny things.

Barcelona + London

2009-04-04T17:54:00.003-04:00

These are mainly pictures of me sitting or walking around doing jack-shit. Since I've already been to London and Barcelona and I've already done the touristy stuff. I didn't want to spend any money, so I would just chill outside of the all the touristy hotspots, while my friends geek out.

I mainly decided to go to Europa to get drunk around the city, we hardly did any of that, but it was fun to spend some time with all my closest friends at Fordham. I was thinking it would be nice to go somewhere with Yis. Yis and I definitely need a vacation together. Knowing Yis, it would have to somewhere, where there's an arcade.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM!

And you gay...

2008-11-30T15:07:00.003-05:00

Those kids in 6B.
Welcome Chocolates.
University of BA.
Dog shit.
Graffiti.
Boy and potato chips.
Bird.
Clay Deers.
Tang.
Delicious ground beef on TV.
Asian People.
Beautiful Souls.
Wine.
Silence louder than the Sound.
Noise.
Speakers.
Modern Art.
Moneras.
Piano Man.
Time Killer.
Steak and Potato.
Chocolate Strawberries + Champagne.
Poppin Bottles.
Silver Break-Dancing Men.
Dancing.
Sweat.
Stanky.
Ciao.
Mysterious hole in your shirt.
No Electricity.
No Water.
Wedding.
Chris are you dead?
Honeymoon in the bathroom.
Pizza in the morning.
Minty Lemonade.
Rain.

Thanksgiving in Buenos Aires, Argentina

2008-11-30T14:51:00.002-05:00

Screville, USA meets Montre Marte with a swish sound in the background

2008-11-14T12:55:00.002-05:00

Go find out what it is, but you don't. You continue to sit staring intensely at your cup of coffee, un-touch. But in the back of your mind, you hear this sound. Pleasant thoughts come to mind, yet it maybe a trap. Could it possibly be that dangerous? And you're just so curious of what this sound may be.

Do you leave your friends, your cup of coffee and try to discover this curse?

Element of Bud Light

2008-11-05T17:55:00.003-05:00

I was invited to go to MTV's Choose or Lose and Complex magazine's Election Night party at Element in the East Village. Well let's just say that I made a complete ass of myself in front of the political activist, poet, and hip-hop historian, Kevin Powell. I was really drunk and not paying attention when Mr. Powell handed me a mic. I didn't know what to do, so I just shouted, "I VOTED FOR OBAMA!" It'd got the crowd cheering, but left me wondering: did I just make an ass of myself? But it gets worst, Mr. Powell asked me, "What have you been drinking young lady!?!" And I looked at my beer and spoke into the mic, "I'm drinking Bud Light!!!" The crowd really went wild on this one, and started shouting "BUD LIIIIGGGHHHTTT BUD LIIIGGGHHHTTT!!!" After that, I got off stage and people started swarming to me buying me Bud Light. Yes, it was indeed an interesting night, story of my history in the making. Congratz, Obama. All for you.

Man oh man...

2008-11-02T17:32:00.002-05:00

I've been cleaning like crazy this weekend. I think it's my subconsciousness way of trying to avoid homework. Anywho, I had a shitload of trash to throw away in the our garbage area located in our backyard behind the apartment building. I ran downstairs in my booty shorts to unload 50 gazillion nastiness in our backyard dump. But, I wasn't done there I had left like one more bag upstairs, just one haha. So, I ran back upstairs grabbed the last bag ran back down to the backyard. There, I found a little Bronx boy filtering for cans in my garbage. He's probably like 7 years old or so, and I felt so bad, so I helped him sort the last bag. Man.

I'm the coolest nugget, what.

2008-11-01T15:06:00.002-04:00

I don't like it when I drink, yet I like it when I do drink. Drunk and sober have their fair share or pros and cons. One thing, I really hate is when I argue with people, because that shit really gets underneath my skin. And apparently, this girl told me to shut the fuck up and I look like a 15 years old after being accidentally pushed into her. I apologize trying to explain that I was just trying to get through. But I guess shit wasn't good enough. Of course, Halloween wouldn't be Halloween without the bitchy sluts.

I hate Fordham, yet I love it. The girls here suck, end of story.

Running to catch up to that old VW

2008-10-19T02:34:00.005-04:00

I bought a top that came with those string-bands. I think sleeping masks are just as cute on me and I kinda perfer it. Man oh man, I've been downloading so much music and I like it. It makes me do things that I typically used to love to do, like sleeping in and reading books. I miss Philadelphia. I'm desperate for some young folks loving.

Love Bomb, get blown

2008-10-15T23:02:00.003-04:00

But I believe, that when you loose your root, just use the sunlight, it could be your guide, no more political dreams, not another excuse, don't need another love song, we need the love bomb...

TO JUST BLOW US AWAY, TO FRIGGIN BLOW THE LIGHTS OUT, TURN THE NIGHT TO DAY, HEARD FROM MILES AWAY...

I miss California, I miss my buddy, bud. But you wake up one morning and you realize. Smoke less, blow more. Get blown away.

So I guess the two most important things in life are happiness and love. I've been reading Thich Nhat Hanh's "The Art of Power," and he beautifully unveils the root of our basis of living that makes the most sense (to me at least). Why stress oursleves of what will be of the future? Why not enjoy our present? The present seems to be more managable then the future, but who knows if we'll wake up tomorrow, if we'll even get to see tomorrow. If your life consist of planning for the future, and if you're not happy now and you're just waiting for your happiness to occur eventually. And your life just suddenly ended, then your life just consisted of unhappiness and stressing of the future without enjoying life in the present.

It's time to bomb.

Could it really happen? Or do dreams fade away

2008-10-06T17:10:00.004-04:00

Melissa and Anna went into Manhattan to do some shopping and drinking. I stayed back and studied. At home by myself. So, I panicked. I was sooo freaked out, especially since what had happened on Tuesday. Man, my life is already spinning out of control. I find myself twisted. How do I undo myself and get back on my four feet? I can always drink a red bull and grow me some wings. Hmmm... horrible, horrible week.

On a better note...

My Tracy Reese bag came in today, a little light of sunshine. I'm flying out this Friday to L.A., do a little surfing and relaxing, take my mind off of things. Maybe, I'll convince Richard to go to the vineyards with me. Aeden is cooking me dinner, so I gotta jet.

Digitalism

2008-10-03T00:46:00.001-04:00

With my headphones on comtemplating about all the events that got me to this point. With my purple polished nails, nerdy glasses, gray tights and Award Tour tee. I miss home and I miss all my friends. I can't wait to be soaking in the sun in L.A.. I love how music is kinda putting things into perspective for me, music is what puts me in check.

You can't wait for people, places, things or events to make you happy, it starts within yourself.

Peace. Love. Hope. One. Holla.

Family Business

2008-09-22T14:06:00.002-04:00

I'm always thinking about you. I miss you and I can't wait until I see you again. Fives years. Love. Hope.

Oh the way of the Western Girls

2008-09-18T00:14:00.005-04:00

I should get some shut-eyes, but I just had to update. A lot have happened in the past few days. I have classes twice a week this year, which means tomorrow I have classes from 8:30 AM to 5:15 PM. Woah, intense.

I drink and smoke every night and I have this mean cough, which probably throws everyone off, my professors who are trying to teach, the boys who are trying to holler and my poor roomies who're trying to sleep.

Last night was pretty crazy, but what night isn't? These two Parisians, friends of a friend, needed a place to crash and they'd asked if they could stay with us... and they would pay us. Money in the Bank! So now we're a hostel and Melissa and I decided to splurge a lot (not gonna lie) on some home decor. We rented a car and everything, btw driving in the Bronx... insane! I had Melissa shitting bricks the whole time. Yikes!

Anyway, so we went out to your typical Fordham hot spots, Mug'z and Howls. I got a VIP card at Howl's, you might not think that's special, but I think it's pretty friggin AWESOME, it's a dream come true. I sneaked beers into the the bar, I downed a glass of vodka behind a car trying to hide from the po po, Suis called and texted me a gajillion times, I ate three batches of pastas and slept between a girl I've only known for for 3 hrs and a Parisians in my OWN bed. Nothing happened. I was actually trying to protect the girl from being raped by horny French beef. I served as a wall between the two, man I'm good.

As I was walking up the stairs from an early morning of cigarette smoking outside of the apartment, Nicole asked me, "Wen, what are you doing with your life?" Exactly, What am I doing? Absolutely shit. I guess I'm working on my Bronxerness.

You gotta tell me how to feel.

BOWERY tomorrow night, Misshapes's LOSER, be there.

When You Fell Upon the Ground and Chipped Your Tooth

2008-09-12T16:58:00.004-04:00

Some may find it pathetic that other people like taking pictures of ourselves with our iSights. In my case, it's even worst than that, I don't even use a conventional mirror anymore to put on my makeup, I use my webcam.

Last night made me soooo happy, I got a chance to have dinner with my sister, Eugene and Alex at the noodle house on the corner of Bowery and Bayard (pretty fucking cheap, but yummy and delightful). Since I was only steps away, I had to split a chocolate malted milkshakes with Jon in Brooklyn. At that moment, sitting on the benches with my New York minute in the New York air, that I felt content. I haven't felt content in a while.

We met up with Nargiz on Bedford Ave. We all walked, we all laughed 'till I cried and we all hugged and we all said our goodbyes. I took one lonely A train back to 59th St, thinking about how much I loved NYC, even in the most misfitted situations, I feel comfortable knowing that tomorrow can be just anything. I like that.

I smoked a cig with Nick back at Lincoln center, took the Ram Van home. Crawled in my bed, got underneath the covers and slept the best sleep I've ever had, living here in the Bronx.

SOAPBOX TODAY in the RAIN!

2008-09-06T12:06:00.003-04:00

It's good to be lying in this overtly large bed, looking out of my window and seeing my quaint neighbors talking to each other, as the busy Italian market patrons bustle on by. I can't believe summer is over. I miss it already. This summer was the craziest I've ever seen it, I got hit with the fast ball. Everything just came slamming at once.

School is here, I feel a little unprepared. I don't know how much I like the Bronx, you're either hood-rat or preppy. Whatever, I've only been there for two nights and last night I should've stayed; however, I'm back in Philly. When will I ever learn? I don't care, this year will be super fun.

Riding Low, Philly's Parking Blows

2008-09-02T16:01:00.004-04:00

Even though I had 4 minutes left, I still got a ticket for an expired meter. My first ticket EVER. I went to the parking authority to set up a hearing to get this arbitrary predicament resolved; but all I got was attitudes for something that THEY (Philly's parking authority) fucked up.

A $26 ticket, is it worth coming home from NYC to go to a hearing? Na. So, I ended up paying for this bogus ticket, but I did write a complaint.

I hate cars. I hate Philly's parking. I'm SOOOO ANGRY! And this guy was shouting at me because I was waiting for my credit card's approval. WTF!

Between Belmont and 189 ST, Bronx, NY

2008-09-02T11:04:00.002-04:00

My labor day was spent laboring. My Dad and I had to move furniture into my new apartment in the Bronx. I know, I know. Wen, in the Bronx? It's true, I've gotten over the whole ew-faze of transferring to Fordham's main campus.

I came home yesterday after the move to help finish up the shoot. But left my charger at the apartment and had no way to get in touch with the crew, soon-after I just fell asleep. Thank God, I found an extra charger somewhere in my room; otherwise, I would have to had cancelled drinks with Nora.

Uhhhh, something is wrong with my schedule, I have classes four times a week, instead of three... I hate school.

I'm excited to go back, just to hang with my friends and get into trouble, but it sucks that I can't have my Philly friends here with me. Taking the C-bus can be such a bitch sometimes. Urgh, there is still so much I have to bring up with me to NYC, I'll be back to Philly this weekend so if I missed anything I'll be sure to bring it. I wish I could drive my car up, but it's such a piece of shit. Anyway, I gtg and meet Nell.

Uninterrupted by the Stillness of Leaves

2008-08-31T04:48:00.004-04:00

Last post for the month of August.

I've been pretty busy the past couple of days. And I'm a little hesitant to check my e-mails because I haven't been checking 'em lol. I've been soooo busy promoting the Glow and also putting the photo shoot together with our photographers. I basically became a last minute stylist, but I'm working with the best girls ever, Janelle and Amy, so I'm not panicking. I got to look at all the new fall inventories from Stussy, Urban, Abakus, Top Stitch, Pedestrian and the list goes on. Playing with clothing is FUN! The shoot earlier was about forever long, but the next two days should go a lot smoother since we already have the outfits picked out.

Trying to stay on top of everything. Shit is blowing up prime time.

I find myself without sleep and with a tummy ache.

I'm suppose to be moving in my new apartment in New York today, but I haven't packed and it's already 5 in the morning. I went over to Yis's tonight, since I didn't make it out to Sally's and literally was sleep-awaking, my eyes were opened, but my mind was just dozing off.

Waiting in the Dungeons

2008-08-28T02:19:00.005-04:00

As I'm waiting for Yis to arrive here, in the basement of the Last Drop, aka the dungeon, I'm watching a fly just buzzing away. Flies are always creepy in a dark situation and this basement surpasses gloomy.

I had dinner with an old friend, William. PARC on rittenhouse is absolutely grand, try their escargot and beet salad. Yum, yum, I'll probably post a review of it on McJAWN tomorrow. As of right now, I'm just relaxing.

I went over to hang out with the boys at Justin's crib for a hot minute, until I rolled out and talked to my Cali boy, Anthony Macino (O-H-I-O!).

Yves Saint Laurent charms my wrist

2008-08-27T01:54:00.006-04:00

The cheapest Yves Saint Laurent known to man, only $56. It's part of their promotional package for their new fragrance and lip gloss.

The YSL piece is a bag or belt chain, but really I would wear it as a bracelet. I love the concept, so shiny. BUY IT NOW at Sephora.

Bootleg Louis' can finally take a break, especially with all these big designers making their stuff more affordable: Robert Cavalli, Richard Chai, Nicole Miller, etc. After many years of label oppression, soon clothing from different sizes, shapes and colors will be equal in price and that means justice for all.

Yeah, right.

BTW, I just got a call from People's Revolution to come in for an interview in SOHO. I'm uber excited, wish me luck. What should I wear? Whatever it is, it'll have to be black attached with five inch heels. Here we go again! To learn more about People's Revolution, read this article from GAWKER, it's one my favorites of Kelly Cutrone.

Singing 20 and 21 Candles in Harlem from Long Beach

2008-08-26T15:04:00.006-04:00

HAPPY Belated Birthday, Robert Woof!

I hope your birthday was a grand-slam. I'll make it up to you when I come back to NYC.

"You go Hispanic boy! You are great!"

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And Happy Birthday to WINSTON!!!

Ahhh, relaxation...

2008-08-23T17:43:00.002-04:00

Watching non-stop TV, lying in bed and eating lots and lots of chocolate and gummy bears. My phone is dead, completely dead. This feels so good.

Drinking Tecates on the porch with your macbook as the grown-ass kiddies roll by on beach cruisers. Even better.

Stuck in Atlanta

2008-08-21T17:59:00.000-04:00

So, I was on my way to L.A. until fucking Hurricane Fay happened. Now, I've been waiting around on stand-by in Atlanta, until I can get onto the next flight to Cali. Please don't tell me, I have to sleep on the airport benches again. Did that shit in Milan, not fun.

In my luggage:

2 shirts, 2 shorts, 1 hoddie and a bunch of bathing suits
The Strangeness, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, French Women Don't Get Fat, GOOD Magazine, notes and my journal from Firenze.
Digital 8MP Kodak Easy Share and a disposable Kodak Fun Saver.
Waterproof Estee Lauder mascara, sheer coconut sunblock, mango butter from Body Works (yum).
Glasses, toothbrush, body mist, the entire works.
My new MacBook and my beloved Elliot Lucca.

Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and probably Midnight snack

My view

My boredom; I had to... I finally gave into the $7.99 fee to connect to the airport's wifi.

Round One: FIGHT!

2008-08-20T15:24:00.004-04:00

I had to send out my PC laptop to get it fixed for the second time in a row. So, I just decided that I needed a new one, even though I had my Gateway for less than a year now, but the puppy only cost me like $600 (the laptop was pretty darn fast and reliable up until this point). I feel like there is this never-ending battle over which type is better, Mac's or PC's? I am both a PC and Mac user, more-so a PC user because I'm always on my Gateway. The one thing that bothers me is how people buy Apple products just because it's such a trend now. For example at my school, Fordham University, 98% of the laptops brought to class by those spoiled-ass Lincoln Center kids are Mac Books. I'm the only one who makes up that 2% with my PC. I see so many people diced out on Apple shit: iPhone, iPod, Mac Books, etc. Maybe it is that great, but I can't really afford it.

But I have no shame about my non-Apple products, including my 4 years Toshiba Giga-beat; now, she was a trooper. I've actually dropped it in the toilet once, and it worked fine afterwards, the Giga-beat held so much music and it never broke on me once. People use to say, "When are you ever going to get an iPOD? That MP3 player is sooo lame." Just last year, I had it stolen, I couldn't understand why, because the Giga-beat did look a little roughed up and whoever stole it, wouldn't be able to find a battery charger for it because the line has been discontinued. Oh well.

PC's, Mac's, who cares. It's great that their both on the market. Softwares will continue to work hard, making their products better and faster. Prices will continue to stay affordable (at least for the PCs) as competition continues. Both companies and consumers can walk away happy. It's better for both to coexist, rathe than having one option. So quit your crying. It's all about supply and demand, baby! Read up on your Economists.

BTW, I missed my L.A. flight this morning. I got too drunk at N. 3rd talking to Anna over the phone about how pumped I was about going to Cali and ended up knocked out on the couch. Some how I have WaWa's ciabatta crumbs all over my top.

We blazed under the city lights, isolated on the bleachers in Central Park

2008-08-17T22:44:00.004-04:00

You know when you're out of your element, once you feel weird about busting out the digital camera. That was me last night. I was at a party in SOHO. I brought Rob along, since he hasn't really ventured anywhere past Chelsea (even though he's been living in New York's upper west side his ENTIRE life).

It was such a nice night. Before the ultimate-super-trendy-ankle-Chanel-wearing-red-hot-tight-tight-pants party in SOHO, I met up with my very good friend from Boston, Winston, half-way from Philly and Boston to NYC for his birthday. We blazed under the city lights, isolated on the bleachers in Central Park.

We were so burnt that he'd accidentally missed his train by a nano second.

Some of the other highlights were I bought this hat for $10 walking around in Nolita, crazy people at the 96th St McDonalds, open bar (however tequila is $5, [why tequila?]), talking to little Rach and brunch in Bryant Park with Jon the next day. Can't complain.

I wonder what Paris is up to.

Dear Summer (listen to Jay... zZzZz),

2008-08-15T19:22:00.002-04:00

Tonight, I'm suppose to be leaving Phil for Newman (he has all the girls from sex in the city swooning), but apparently Phil won't let me.

That means I'm here for another night or so, well until I find a place to stay. Again, I'm living at Loftstel and I'm suppose to be transferred to their Brooklyn location, but they're totally booked, which means I'm praying that there is an opening tomorrow. I'm in NYC tomorrow no matter what, I have some VICE shit to be worked out and plus there's a electro pop block party in Williamsburg. If ya there, hit me up on my phone. It sucks to be poor; sucks even more to be poor, working for free and with no boyfriend.

I apologize to all the people who tried to make my last night in Philly special; however, I ended up sleeping at 9:50 pm and didn't wake up until this morning. My finals at Temple had me up all night on Wed.

Summer is really done, huh? The weather changed out of no-where, I find myself doing the hella "cali-layers." Which brings us to an interesting article on Radar's website:

"You really have to commit to where you're headed in L.A., versus stumbling around NYC and doing things on a whim."

It's all about that American Apparel hipster shit invading our East coast domain. Seriously, I'm trying to work my way out of the East coast and emerge myself in that Cali weather, I had the best tan living there (well sorta, I got too dark).

I mean seriously, I guess the reason why all these young rich west coaster are moving from their mansions to the grits of L.E.S., New York, is to experience that creative bohemian lifestyle for themselves.

I guess NYC forgot to note that they're totally overrated and if they want to experience true beatnik shit, it's in Philly: where most of us are trying to survive on System 3's and PBRs.

I mean don't get mean wrong, I use to be that naive, I'm in Manhattan now and I've met some really dope people. It seems like everyone there is trying to hustle. It just sucks, because you're trying to experience new things, different things, yet, everyone is the same, wearing those non-prescribed glasses and those cut-off jeans. I mean wash your hair once in a while, God!

So, now it's the clash of both hipsterista: L.A. and NYC. It's the ultimate HIPSTER invasion. It's hard to walk in a store, like a pair of shades, then see a hundred other people wearing them, and not hate yourself for liking those same shades. C'mon people! You know what I'm talking about.

To cut the story short, NYC wants these pseudo L.A. hipsters to go back to their own cities. Instead of creating these pretentious cliques and ruining their artistic scene. I'm thinking, yeah right. New York's artistic scene has been dead years ago. It's the same shit over and over again. Philly we go hard!

I'm wearing: United Colors of Benetton scarf, Bebe cut-off chill shorts, GAP stripe long sleeve shirt, and some thrift store vest.

Marilyn Minter for Supreme

2008-08-11T23:20:00.000-04:00

I randomly met an artist who told me that I look like I was "starving," but she reassured me that it's always good to be hungry for something.

Many months later, today, I get a random shout-out from a friend at Supreme:

Marilyn Minter for Supreme

"American Artist Marilyn Minter was born in 1948 in Louisiana and raised in Florida.

In the late 70's after pursuing her MFA at Syracuse University, Minter moved to NYC where she taught at a Catholic boys school and became mixed up with the NY club scene. These experiences influenced her return to the Art world and in 1989 she produced her first show, which was inspired by hardcore pornography. With harsh criticism from feminists, Minter pursued with her work binding imagery from porn videos and beauty advertisements.

In addition to her work with photography, Minter creates paintings which reflect a photo-realist method.

In 2006 Minter collaborated with Creative Time and bought ad space in Manhattan's gallery neighborhood of Chelsea. She hung four of her visually lush shoe images originally shot for fashion magazines, transcending the fashion ideal back to the human form, attempting to make the fashion image fresh and compelling.

Supreme will release a series of limited edition skateboard decks designed by Marilyn Minter. The series will consist of three decks designed by Ms. Minter."

Moral of the story: save everything, savor everything.
And fuck, don't start calling me Whoo|Yen, shit is not cool.

Pedx Store Party: The scoop just in case you missed it

2008-08-11T19:18:00.002-04:00

It was the first time for me being in the new Pedx store. I've always enjoyed store parties, because it gives me a chance to check out their stuff, if I haven't checked it out yet. Pedx just recently moved to 526 South Third St (right next to Makos). And the new layout of the store is mind-blowing. It's bigger and better. I got hella faded after one beer, how that happened? I guess I've been REALLY cutting back on those killer PBR pounders. Oh, I also remember Yis laughing at me the whole time.

Apparently, I kicked Justin's beer can out of his hand while he was chilling and it splattered all over his Persian carpet. And after the party, outside of Pedx, I self-proclaimed myself to be a combination of Michael Jordan and Blanka from Street Fighters. Yis was like, "Wh-wh-at? Um, No (heh, heh) [with his typical Yis smile]. You see, if I ever call a girl: Blanka, she would drop kick me."

Philly is the city where we come from so run run run
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine

BTW, I really do get that happy when I drink.

Picture courtesy of two.one.five (Evan).

Secret Spot Thrift Stores

2008-08-09T15:57:00.004-04:00

I had to handle my business yesterday morning in Rittenhouse and as I was walking down on 19th Street. I noticed this little rickety thrift/vintage store. They're getting rid of all there summer items.

Right now, for a trash bag full (like dumpster size trash bags) of stuff it's only $5. That's right folks! Only $5! Luggage is also $5. And, I've found myself some really nice looking vintages. But you gotta act now, before everything GOES!

E-mail me if you wanna know who and where, at: vo@mcjawn.com.

Save it on your Shopping Calendar

2008-07-29T09:59:00.005-04:00

Secret Stuff, if you like any of London's big labels from furniture to jewelry, I have the inside scoop on the dates of their next huge sales.

Wallace Sacks - Starts July 28th
Bo Bijou - Starts July 30th
Mixed Sales - Starts August 4th
Ben Sherman - Starts August 6th

Billions or Possibly Trillions of Little Speckles

2008-07-29T09:50:00.004-04:00

C-Buses...

Oh how I hate thee.

Reminiscent of Sunsets and Dancing Bugs with Wings

2008-07-29T09:03:00.006-04:00

I'm tired from coming home from NYC so late last night, and still, I've managed staying up to web chat with some friends in Europe. BTW, my Dad and Mom confronted me about my cigs.

I still have my math and theology hw due today that I haven't started on. Urgh, I've also been behind with McJAWN. I've been so busy lately and stressed. Details about my new apt later. Homework now.

...Everyone wants to get high tonight.

Remember to Wear Flowers in your Hair

2008-07-28T09:02:00.003-04:00

Another early morning for me at Saxby's Coffee House. Instead of working on my paper that's due in... oh... lets say... 2 hrs, I was up so late last night, buying vintage bags on eBay and ended up with a hideous disco dress (urgh!).

I hate eBay! I was trying to buy this Lucky Brand cardigan that started at $5 and somehow it went up to $89 with shipping and handling. After the auction ended, I went to to the Lucky Brand website, low-and-behold, the cardigan is only retailed at $60. Fucking eBay, and you crazy eBay groupies... I bought it so much cheaper, so suck it.

I was Born for Flashy Lights

2008-07-27T23:37:00.004-04:00

Nooow, I'm ready to hit the town.

I've Found My Calling

2008-07-27T21:28:00.008-04:00

So American Apparel kinda have this setup called, California Select. I'm in love with the concept; however, shit is wicked EXPENSIVE. I kinda have my own vintagealmostasgoodasblowjobs stuff going on. The website is not yet done, but I'm already selling a few of my own rubbish. Most of the stuff, I've never even used or worn, check out 21 Balloons Store. I'm going up to NYC again tomorrow, and I'll be stopping by at one of these Cali's-Select shindigs. Take a look at some of my bids on eBay:

My Favorite Quote(s) of the Week:

2008-07-26T23:25:00.003-04:00

Yis: "OMG, you got the Mom pants on and the plaid shirt on. You're picnic ready."
Kate: "My shirt is too tight, so sometimes I have to pat my belly."
Jake: "Did you really see my penis's shadow on the wall, as I was peeing?" followed by, "Ahhh!"

Dining Days at the Bubble House

2008-07-26T22:44:00.007-04:00

If you're planning to attend Dining Days this week, try the Bubble House. Dining Days is a week long event in University City, similar to NYC's restaurant week, where many local participating restaurants calibrate a pre-fixed menu in hopes to show a delectable side of West Philly.

You've probably been to the Bubble House for their psychedelic block parties on Sundays (when they say "no dance experience needed," they literally mean it), but you should take a break and treat yourself to their Zen inspired dishes. $25 for 3 dishes is a pretty good deal, your dinner will keep you full and satisfied, as long as you stay away from the trout (too salty) and baklava (too small).

(Clockwise: Chicken Tikka, Crispy Langostino Lobster Salad and Soup Tasting)

(Clockwise: Miso BBQ Flat Iron Steak, Ginger Butter Whole Rainbow Trout and Hawaiian Chicken)

(Clockwise: Chocolate Pyramid Anglaise, Xando and Baklava)

* Please excuse the poor-camera-phone photos.

An English Speaking Wanderer on the Hills of Monte Marte

2008-07-26T14:59:00.008-04:00

During breakfast, I was looking through a pile of mail on the kitchen counter.

Hmmm.... to Mile Huyen Vo; from somewhere in Paris.

I opened it up and it was a bunch of French tediousness that I couldn't understand and it was not worth deciphering. So. Yes, I'm angry because I can neither speak nor read in French.

Not to be a Bag-Whore

2008-07-26T03:20:00.004-04:00

BTW, I got an e-mail from a old work buddy who now works at one of those ridiculous celebrity gossip magazines. Her identity will be concealed for we're both disappointed that after two years working for a respectable political publication, she's basically whoring herself at this new post.

Hey Wen,
...
I've been getting into Elliott Lucca lately. My job just got a whole bunch of bags from their new collection. I saved you a Portia Shopper. Brown? Not very exciting, if you want my opinion.

I Stalk Bags

2008-07-25T23:42:00.010-04:00

My third night living in NYC, I managed to meet Rebecca Minkoff, handbag designer extraordinaire; ever since then, my life has become more fulfilling.

After many years of trying to seek God on my own, my Agnostic-self has come to realize that perhaps clothing could be MY religion. Followed after a long 1-on-1 chitchat and a mini-tour of the design room in Minkoff's lower-east-side office, I was able to discerned her from other brazen designers.

"Love the bags, not the labels."

I have to admit, it's hard to practice this postulation. What if Agyness Deyn started to rock Issac Mizrahi for Target? Absurd, right!? Doesn't it make your stomach churn?

Ok, I admit it, I buy Target stuff occasionally, but than again, I'm a nobody. So, it's acceptable in my case.

Anyway, after getting drunk off of spiked lemonade at McGAMES, my sisters and I went to the Bubble House for Dining Days. As soon as dessert arrived, these group of (I'm guessing) UPenn girls were seated in front of us. My concern was not about them, rather, my concern was about the Morning After mini, which inspired this entry. Philly does have taste, after-all.

I'm a WEN®

2008-07-25T10:01:00.003-04:00

This is quite amusing, Rob just sent me this through facebook. Evidently, my name is registered; furthermore, I'm a hair product founded by a gay man name: Chaz.

Hmmm... I might as well try the stuff, after-all, we share the same name. I just purchased the WEN® hair care system, lets see how well it can keep up with the original Wen.

If You Think Chinatown Buses are Pretentious

2008-07-24T22:18:00.006-04:00

Tomorrow - Philly - McGAMES, Mama Mia (not the movie) and Dining Days
Saturday - NYC - Chelsea's Pier, Signing the lease on the new apt and The Instant
Sunday - Boston - Hanging out with Jake

Really, I rather stay in Philly and nap.

Always Wondered About Fred & Ginger

2008-07-24T21:42:00.010-04:00

My dwelling on 68 St sees many strange things. Apart from the rampant taxi drivers during the day and the bums who rule the streets at night (that or the monstrosity of vile Zara-wearing bitches who scream drunken foolishness), my Columbus Ave mornings are spent witnessing these two: Beth and James, skating on sidewalks; not for money, but for fun?

Today, as I was reading various NYC blogs, I am once again reunited with this oddly delightful sight. Apparently these two roller babies are part of a Central Park non-profit dancing organization called CPDSA. Oh UWS, how I miss thee.

Lace, Buckles & Peep-Toes with Felt Glasses

2008-07-24T21:29:00.005-04:00

#1, #2, #3, #4

These Oxford inspired beauties got me saying, "Bees Knees."

Mama Came Home Today

2008-07-24T15:38:00.005-04:00

21 Balloons

Professor William Waterman Sherman just wants to be alone. So he decides to take a year off and spend it crossing the Pacific Ocean in a hot-air balloon the likes of which no one has ever seen. But when he is found after just three weeks floating in the Atlantic among the wreckage of twenty hot-air balloons, the world is naturally eager to know what happened. How did he end up with so many balloons... and in the wrong ocean?

Shoreditch London Comes to Mind,

2008-07-23T22:18:00.010-04:00

...when it rains.

Unlatch My Stowed Away Rainy Day Goodies

2008-07-23T21:40:00.005-04:00

A week before Neil leaves for Japan, I'm pleased to see him once more.

Stay away from Vivanno drinks at Starbucks. Buy books from Atlantic on South St, it makes me sad to see a struggling bookstore. Get caught in the pouring rain riding your vintage bike, and remember to wear your Rain-Bans to protect your eyes from the massive droplets.

I'll be that Philly Boo, when u Need to Call Someone fr Far Far Away fr Home.

2008-07-23T09:58:00.007-04:00

First, I kinda need to quit these. They're burning a hole in my pockets. I should have of listened to those nagging bitches telling me to quit because they're cancerous. Dying... eh. $9 a pack... WHAT!? Now, why didn't someone tell me sooner that cigarettes cost a fucking soul in NYC?

My favorite peeps are leaving me this fall, I'm having a mental break-down. I don't think I can face another year in the city by myself; although, I miss it terribly. I can just imagine our traditional Sun brunches in the village... alone, 3 AM runs to the Starbucks, ridiculous hotel parties, sharing cabs, drunk rides on the Metro, writing on walls in the public bathrooms, discovering little restaurants on little streets... and... yeah... it sucks.

Call Me a Thrift Store Fashionista

2008-07-22T15:58:00.011-04:00

Only come to this place once a week. I mean all the stuff here is donated, after digging through all the crap in the plastic bins, you'll find a gem once in a blue moon. To protect my favorite spots from being infested from obnoxious suburban label riders, if you want to visit this diamond in the rough, please subscribe to my blog and see the full entry.

Right now, I have such a guilty conscience. My Theology midterm about how Jesus became my homeboy is Thurs and I should be reading about 330 pgs; however, everyone is going to the Sneakin' Up party.

I can't believe I slept through 11 missed calls during my old-woman power nap. And I missed dinner with Vic at N. 3rd. Vic, if you're reading this... I, Wendizzle, promises to visit you in Argentina this year. I've also promised John that I would visit him in London, I suppose somebody won't be home for Thanksgiving.

I'm a Slave to Coffee

2008-07-22T09:39:00.009-04:00

I'm at my usual spot every Mon through Thurs. Exhausted, if I may add. I've been spending my mornings here at Saxbys coffee house on the Temple campus, just waiting around for my class to start. The music at the coffee house is illuminative. The drinks are cheaper than Starbucks (almost every coffee house in Phila is cheaper than Starbucks lol). People are still insensate... typical. But the guys who work here are terribly sweet.

BTW, I slurped my frolatte like nothing, British Islander is the best.

Who Gave the Bitch Adderall?

2008-07-22T01:54:00.006-04:00

I can't sleep. I've been reading blogs, magazines, books, letters, blogs, magazines, books, letters... oh the attentiveness.

We <3 Polaroids

2008-07-22T01:51:00.002-04:00

Animals on the Underground

2008-07-22T01:15:00.004-04:00

If you've been to London, than you would know that the Underground is one of the best subway systems in the WORLD! And now animals would think so too.

The animal, originally the Elephant, was first spotted in 1988 by Paul Middlewick who was staring at a tube map during a journey from work. Since then, many other animals have joined the beloved Elephant.

Animals On The Underground are now plastered on every gut-showing-baby-tee, a portion of the profits goes to support IFAW (promoting animal welfare).

ICA Free to Art Enthusiasts and Whores Alike

2008-07-22T00:47:00.011-04:00

For those of us who went to or currently attend an art school, paying to get into a museum every week may seem a little redundant. Now, relief is on its way...

Starting Sept 4th, the Institute of Contemporary Art at UPENN will be free to the public, thanks to sponsored funds from Glenn R. Fuhrman.

The reception starts at 6 PM. Members-only walk through with the artists and curators begins at 5 PM.

Artists on display:
Douglas Blau (First Floor)
R. Crumb's Underground (Second Floor)
Kate Gilmore (Project Space)
Odili Donald Odita (Third Space-Ramp Project)

* I'll be there.

21 Balloons

Grown Ass Woman

This guy

Goodbye Philadelphia, Always Stay Sunny

I love you so but why I love you? I'll never know

My Best Friend Stab Me in the Back, So Deep

Shorty got them apple bottom jeans, the coats with the long tails.

Ode to the NYC Summer Nights

Remember Sometimes It Hurts. Sometimes It Doesn't.

Holding you down

July is the month of heartbreaks and heartaches

We lost, Sabina

Senior Year

Word-to-God, Hun. I don't get down like that.

Will Smith should really move back to Philly

This is Family Business

When we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves.

It was honestly beautifully bold

Papa was a rolling stone, it's in my ancestry

He, who points his finger, should point his finger at the mirror of his Louis Vuitton.

Philly in my blood, NY covering my tracks, Drugs taking over my mind

Wamp, Wamp

I write in hopes that people would read it but I never actually thought that people do

Suck the living music out of me

She goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy

This is what I've learned about boys

Supa Calafragiilistic Expealidotious

So Insane

Our Lingo

And I work too hard to party alone

Gucci Made It Rain On Ha Forhead (Yeah)

Cool girls are girls who are aunities

Too poor to smoke cigarettes

Let's Party & Pool-shit!

In a hot second

We Go Hard

Boys who do not shower

Uptown girl, She's been living in her uptown world

Ready to Kill with a Smoking Gun

Doing what I love, doing what I want

Of Montageaus and Capulets

Stoked on Spring and some other shit

Middle School

One more time, we're gonna celebrate, don't stop the dancing

Hasta La Vista Brunch PotluckDon't let me drink by myself again.

For We've Been Together Like Nike Airs & Crisp Tees

West 4th

What Means the World to You?

Barcelona + London

And you gay...

Thanksgiving in Buenos Aires, Argentina

Screville, USA meets Montre Marte with a swish sound in the background

Element of Bud Light

Man oh man...

I'm the coolest nugget, what.

Running to catch up to that old VW

Love Bomb, get blown

Could it really happen? Or do dreams fade away

Digitalism

Family Business

Oh the way of the Western Girls

When You Fell Upon the Ground and Chipped Your Tooth

SOAPBOX TODAY in the RAIN!

Riding Low, Philly's Parking Blows

Between Belmont and 189 ST, Bronx, NY

Uninterrupted by the Stillness of Leaves

Waiting in the Dungeons

Yves Saint Laurent charms my wrist

Singing 20 and 21 Candles in Harlem from Long Beach

Ahhh, relaxation...

Stuck in Atlanta

Round One: FIGHT!

We blazed under the city lights, isolated on the bleachers in Central Park

Dear Summer (listen to Jay... zZzZz),

Marilyn Minter for Supreme

Pedx Store Party: The scoop just in case you missed it

Secret Spot Thrift Stores

Save it on your Shopping Calendar

Billions or Possibly Trillions of Little Speckles

Reminiscent of Sunsets and Dancing Bugs with Wings

Hasta La Vista Brunch Potluck
Don't let me drink by myself again.