genius (aka the opposite of people who use "conversate" as a word)

i'd like to teach the world to sing

i'm quite happy right now. thank you, london.

change of heart

i posted something really bitter earlier, but you know what, that's not me. i'd much rather post this:

have a nice day, bitches.

photo shoots in heidi style

heidi, i love you :)

i didn't want to like it...

but i did. damn you, borat for being the funniest movie i've seen all year (well, probably until i watch for your consideration). i had a fantastic weekend. i got the coolest fucking tshirt at h&m friday night, followed by dinner at kate mantilini (on wilshire) and dessert at cheesecake factory in pasadena, both with jeff and errica. i woke up early saturday morning to pick up my credentials for the american music awards, then attended orientation for divine design (my volunteer gig in december) at weho park. i'm so excited about this event. they placed me as "merchandiser" so that means i get to watch people shop for expensive shit, all in the name of charity. i'd have hated being a cashier and get stuck behind a register for four hours. anyway, i then chilled for a bit and then went over to john's house with angela, errica and jeff. manny pacquiao won his fight that night (we were running late, so we missed the fight) but john's mom had so much food left. sot called me (5 am for him) and we chatted for a bit, even though he had a little bit to drink and was ready to pass out. i woke up early to go to the gym yesterday, then drove to moorpark and hang with the fam. my mom's childhood friend was visiting and she couldn't believe it when she saw me. i was 10 years old the last time she saw me, so there was a big difference there hehe. i headed back to hollywood last night, picked jeff up, and we checked out the tree lighting ceremony at the grove. we didn't stay very long because it was packed and all we wanted was to hear jojo sing. we left after her song, and then decided to watch borat at the vista theater. i had my mouth open in disbelief for most of the movie, with all the shit he pulled off onscreen. the cockroaches! the national anthem at the rodeo! the hooker at the dining society house! i loved it, so again, damn you sasha baron cohen!

yin and yang

what a difference a week makes. this time last week, i was tying up the rope to my noose in this throw up yellow office of mine, feeling miserable and ready to give it up. i feel different this week. the yellow is more sunshine than puke today. i had two wonderful dates in the last week - john legend & shabu shabu with heidi, chipotle & grand lux with aimee. i've started going to the gym again, even running into cramus pierce. he smiled and said "good job, kid" to me the other day, so that means i'm doing something right with my training. i've got a few ideas for my friends and family member's holiday presents. el greco britboy is super nice and into the cram. whatever it is we have right now, it's nice. and i haven't felt nice in awhile. he might come out to visit after new year's. so i'm smiling, even though a folder of zac articles are in front of me and i still have no idea what to write for his two page feature. i have my orientation for project angel food tomorrow, then moorpark on sunday. dean wants to see happy feet with tito marc. i heart that kid. and i heart his brother or sister (due this summer) already. i agree with heidi. the view from our office is unbelievable. i really hope we don't relocate...to glendale!

LOL of the day

this is what happens when sot tries to teach me proper english:

powerbkr1000: okz queens english.
powerbkr1000: one must speak in a clear and concise tone
Marc: yes
powerbkr1000: pronouncing all the vowels and emphasizing the consenants
Marc: go on...
powerbkr1000: one must be formal and try to speak in the '3rd' person conjugation
powerbkr1000: like one does
powerbkr1000: does one understand
powerbkr1000: ?
powerbkr1000: heheheh
Marc: i no get it
Marc: hehe
powerbkr1000: fux sake

wind it up...or down?

i'm torn with this song and video. has gwen lost it, or does this song kick bootay??? what do you think?

sexy becks

this one's for you, heidi...

london is magic

london is a beautiful city to cover by foot, and jeff and i did a lot of walking. our prayers were answered because it didn't rain at all. the weather was chilly, but that just made it feel like we were in europe and not california.

we arrived friday afternoon at heathrow, and immediately took the tube towards picadilly circus. we checked in to picadilly backpackers, which is right in the center of the west end. we grabbbed dinner at balans cafe, then walked down soho to trafalgar square, stopped in front of big ben and westminster abbey, and finally to the london eye. our nighttime "flight" on the eye was breathtaking. to see the city from that high and all the lights down below, reminded me of the peter pan ride at disneyland. our next stop was wagamama for dessert (i recommend the coconut raika and jeff loves the mango parfait), and finally off to bed.

we woke up early on saturday to get tickets for a bus, sorry, COACH tour of windsor castle, stonehenge, and bath. i highly recommend a package tour for these three places. it's a gorgeous drive out of the city and through lush green landscapes, quaint stone-walled towns, and ancient architecture. the queen was at windsor castle when we were there (the queens of hollywood), and we knew that because her personal family flag was flying, and not the union jack (which would have meant she was at buckingham palace or another place). the castle held so much history, art, and extravagance, that it would take all day to cover every ornate detail. we even witnessed a changing of the palace guards on our way to st. george's chapel, the burial place of the queen mum, and where prince charles married camilla. we also saw the court where elton john and david furnish got married. then, it was off to stonehenge (about an hour drive from windsor). we slept on the coach, and then arrived at stonehenge.

imagine a massive open space that is flat and green. somewhere in that plain is a pile of mysterious rocks that form stonehenge. this is the part of the tour we were most looking forward to. if you haven't seen it in person, it really is breathtaking. okay, it's just a pile of freaking stones, right? that's what i thought, too. but learning more of where the stones came from (there were two different kinds used, one from 19 miles away, the other from 240 freaking miles away), then the interest starts peaking. and when the audio guide starts on the theories on what stonehenge represents, then one just gets a tourist hard-on. they really are THAT HUGE and breathtaking.

on the way to bath, our coach stopped at the second oldest pub in england. we had lunch there, where we bonded with a few of our bus, er, coach mates. there was a filipino family, a couple from kentucky, and a girl who's interning at famous pictures in london. another 30 minutes and we arrived in bath, known as the site of ancient roman baths. for a pound, you can even drink "bath water." i didn't but jeff wanted to. he said it tasted sulphuric (or is it sulfuric). anyway, egg-flavored water? no thanks.

we arrived back in london around 8 pm, and we had dinner at yo! sushi at harrod's. it's just like sushi kai-ten in santa monica, with the sushi runway. very cute, very good, very quick japanese food. we rested for a bit, and then it was off to heaven, the biggest gay club in london. it's on charing cross, right by trafalgar square. there were 4 dance rooms, the biggest one dedicated to techno and house. gag me. again, our prayers were answered because there was an r&b and hip hop room. we found a spot and just danced. the mix was good, although it's weird how they would play songs by the same artist back to back. justin, beyonce and pussycat dolls are big there. as far as euro acts, they still love kylie, robbie williams, jamelia, sugababes, etc. i started dancing with sotiris when they played "sexyback" (of course). his friend giuseppe told me later that sot thought i was cute, and that's how we started talking.

sunday morning, jeff and i walked around camden market. we grabbed a quick bite at pret-a-manger, then walked all of camden. imagine santa monica, venice, and farmer's market crowds, but three times bigger. it seemed everything was sold there, from rare punk rock records, to vintage tees (i got mike a morissey shirt), antiques, harajuku-style fashion, fake gucci and louis purses, i'm talking EVERYTHING. plus, it seemed like every londoner was there. the tube stop had to be closed for three hours because of congestion. while walking around the side streets, still with plenty of shops, jeff spotted a sign that said "John Lennon lived here." it's now a store selling girl's clothes. so random. we stopped to take a pic, and basically everyone that walked by after us started doing the same. later on, we met up with sot back in soho. he took us to dinner at balans (not the cafe where we dined on our first night), and then we found out more about him. he works for banco inesa in the city, and he even gave us a personal walking tour of the financial district that night. it may sound boring, but jeff is an architectural nerd so he learned more about the buildings in london. sot also showed us stuff that normally wouldn't be talked about in tours you pay for, such as a part of the london wall (constructed by the romans) that is now sticking out of a parking garage! he also brought us to a spot where a scene from mary poppins was filmed. we took the tube back to soho, and had a couple of drinks at club g-a-y.

monday was our last full day, and we wanted to stick to schedule and see st. paul's cathedral, the national gallery, notting hill, portobello, and finally, souvenir shopping. we got all of that done (so we didn't actually do the st. paul's tour, and only saw the modern art portion of the gallery), but we definitely did and saw all we wanted, and then some. we ended up at selfridges department store, where i spotted alice cooper shopping. he was by himself and no one paid any attention that alice freaking cooper was at selfridges' men's department! it was a bittersweet day, because i knew i had to say goodbye to sot that night. he picked me up around 10 pm and we just had a few drinks and danced a little bit. i got a little wasted. ok, a lot wasted, and barely managed to walk back to my room after he dropped me off. we said goodbye and i barely slept a wink before jeff wakes me up to get ready for the airport. david hasselhoff was on our flight home. i saw him at lax after being cleared for customs. i wonder what the hoff was doing in london. maybe he was in germany (he's HUGE there) and stopped by my absolute favorite city in the world.

photos to come...

got me looking so crazy right now

i'm congested, mildly jet-lagged, and back at work. so much happened during the trip (99% great) that i can't blog about everything right now. i need a lot of energy to recall everything that went on. maybe the photos (once i upload them) will speak volumes about our trip. overall, it was amazing. plus, the boy is definitely an added bonus. he's into the cram. what can i say? i am magic. hehe. jk. btw, his name is spelled sotiris and he lives in central east london. really nice two bedroom apartment. that's all i'm sharing.

last night at heaven

a cram walks in a club in london last night and ends up meeting a very nice and handsome local guy. his name is satiris, which apparently means savior in greek. they dance, laugh, drink, and kiss. they're meeting up again tonight for dinner. it's too bad they only have two days until cram has to go back home. to hell-a. just kidding. cram loves home. satiris has never been there, but he's going to new york next month. the invite has been extended. cram's going to see how tonight and the rest of his stay here goes first. then he'll think about nyc. moral of the story is, you do meet saviors in heaven. end scene.

london...day one

the flight out of los angeles went well, pretty boring, actually. i don't recommend american airlines to london. then again, i had the royal treatment flying last september (united business class). we arrived this afternoon at heathrow, and the weather here is beautiful. not a drop of rain so far. fingers are crossed. it's a little chilly, but the walking around keeps us warm. we checked in to picadilly backpackers around 5, got ready, then had dinner at balans cafe in leicester square. we then walked to trafalgar square, big ben, then over to the london eye. it's my second time riding the wheel, but i got a nighttime view of the city. it's more gorgeous than i can remember. i'm at the apple store on oxford street, charging my ipod and catching up on emails. i'm not even going to check the work account from here.

we are going to check prices for the stonehenge/bath/windsor castle tour for tomorrow. we are setting the entire day for that. if we still have energy (we may make an exception), we will check out club heaven. we are heading back to the hostel to get ready after this, relaxing and showering, then over to club g-a-y at the astoria theater. i'm so looking forward to eighties and nineties techno puta and pop dance music. loves it.

i miss you all and will try to keep you updated. thank heavens for apple stores.

there's a difference...

...between having someone tell you "it would be a big help if you did this," versus "are you in the habit of doing this?"

i'm just saying.

is this how vanity fair and rolling stone run things?

write a column, email everyone for people covered
use a quote, highlight and mark with a date, email everyone
transcribe an interview, email everyone that it's available
transcribe an interview, email writer with all roundups answered
pitch an idea, email for approval
idea is approved, email everyone
receive short email, email with a receipt reply
email
email
email
EMAIL!!!

just venting.
i'm going to london tomorrow.

we-holloween 2006

my matador jacket was a bigger hit than k-fed at last night's halloween parade in weho. our group dressed up as the running of the bulls in pamplona, spain. jeff, errica and blanca were the runners, angela was the bull, and i was el sexy back matador. after parking in beverly hills and walking a mile and a half to santa monica blvd, we heard that k-fed got booed off stage after ONE SONG. poor guy, but apparently, he was really cocky and retarded. i'm not surprised. i think the funniest thing is that they played "sexy back" a billion times after he got booed. points for jt. i think this year had the most number of people i've ever in the last three parades i've attended. there were lots of borat and pirate costumes. i think my favorite group costumes (other than ours) were the sleeping beauty cast, and the three amigos. pee wee (and HIS BIKE!!!) was pretty cool, too. we ended up drinking the beers my sister's bf had in his trunk. it's impossible to get a drink or get in a club once you're in the middle of weho. overall, people LOVED when we'd all start running away from angela. there were a couple other matadors there, but i'm proud to have the only homemade one, with entourage in tow.