MAY the fun keep coming.

Last blog of the month. :/
A little sad but I will not leave this joyous month without giving you a great picture.


This is how I feel. Minus the girl and the guy part.
This picture explains my sexuality to a tee.
It's like...the girl has a small end and is rarely visible, but you can definitely see how much the guy has and he's clearly visible.


This picture was done by Adam Bouska. He's a great high fashion and controversy-topics photographer and I love his work. Like absolutely love his work. I spent literally three hours trying to find his pictures and every time I found one, my eyes were literally in a photographic heaven. And it leads me back to my black male theory, maybe I was seeing into the future of my future hubby, but maybe Adam. I think this because look....

Adam is a "black male".
So, this leads me to another question....was my fantasy indirect and am I doomed?

Anyways, I'm moving onto that conundrum. Never have I ever felt more of an urge to go to college and start my new life....independently. College is looming over my shoulder and I'm just anxious and so ready to dorm and get my learn on!

Seriously, I can get the fuck out of the drama and somewhere where I can become rejuvenated and refreshed somehow. I just really want to go...and finally become my own person. I'm....ready.

problemas with the "black" male.

I ruined my may finale by blogging this blog but I don't care...I think I need to get something off my chest. This blog has to do with the "black male". BUT DAVEYY...WHAT IS THE BLACK MALE? Let me tell you.

What is a black male? A black male is the type of guy I go for. He's got the really nice eyes, nice body, nice personality and is either "black" himself or has "black hair". Or in general, I hang around a lot of black males, males who are black and males who have black hair. BUT DAVEYY...WHY ARE YOU BLOGGING ABOUT THIS? Let me tell you.

Lately, there's been this one black male that's been kind of...hurting me in a sense. This person is supposed to be my friend, but every time he shuts me out or does something out-of-the-ordinary, I become very annoyed with this person. And lately, I've been experiencing a lot of "signs". There's been the three signs in particular. One is the "Top Syndrome". You know how I always use weird terminology, here's another to add to the list. Top Syndrome is a sadness, anger, confusion or some sort of negative emotion when looking at a friend's social network and seeing that you are "low" on their "top friends". I've been experiencing Top Syndrome for a while now and its starting to really hurt :/ If we're supposed to be such good friends, why am I so low, you know? Evidence number 2. I am subscribed to LoveBScott, an openly gay, and might I add funny and charismatic, Youtuber who posted a video recently about "Top 5 Friends Who You Should Give The Heave-Ho". It took me a while to figure out, through context clues, what Heave-Ho was, but when I did, I realized that this particular black male has been at least 2, if not 3, of the top five friends who i should give the heave-ho. He stated that you should not be scared of your friend. And that's what I am scared. I'm scared to lose this black male. But then he stated that if I'm scared of him already, what's the point of having him in my life? It's all so controversial. Point number 3. I ALWAYS check Yahoo! because it has the 4 main news articles and sometimes they're interesting to check out. The most recent one I clicked was the "Top 8 kinds of friends you should let go", and let me tell you...my black male friend had to be at least 4 of them. It's scary because for everyone I compared to him, I could also compare myself to. We are so alike, that it's not even funny. I'm torn, yo. I don't know what I should do, but no matter what happens, I know that I'll always remember the good he's done to me, because that's who I am; a person who sees the good in people.

And lastly, I have one more problem with the black male. This is more of like a fantasy. I keep thinking...my senior year...I'll be walking and then about to great my friends and then all of a sudden, this CUTE black male will come out of nowhere. This black male will be probably as tall as me, Caucasian, BLACK HAIR, and hopefully gay and not feminine. If this was to happen, I would die and thank God. FORREALZ. lmfao. So yeah...that's my little blog. I'll see you soon. <3

the vacation and may finale.

Fact: Ever since I've been blogging, the number of blogs a month decreases by increments of 5. lmfao.

Anyways, hello guys :] I'm back from my camping trip and I had a blast...but I'm sick. :/ I don't know what I have, but it's being treated with Dayquil and Nyquil. lmfao.

Anyways, let me tell you about the trip. The trip's rating would be a 7.5-8. I really loved it, but I was sick and people who shouldn't have been there were there, but regardless of what I think, it's good that they went because it would've been boring if they didn't. I've went "tripping, canoeing, and portaging" which is a combination of paddling, carrying and canoeing a canoe. haha. One of the best "vacations", I've been on in a while.


*try to find me*

And there is so much about the trip that I want/can say, but can't think of, so I won't, idk why, but yeah....ending it.

May was such a fun month for me....I don't think anything will be able to top it. Until June, Blogger...Much Love. Daveyy.

the long weekend without me.

As you may or may not know, I'm leaving on a camping trip to Camp Pathfinder Island in Algonquin Park, Canada, and won't be back for 5 days. I'll be home on the night of Tuesday, but the afternoon of Wednesday, I'll be sure to be on.

This blog is dedicated to one person in particular. This person is my guide in life. This person has given me advice, after advice, after advice, and our conversations are fun and usually endless, and we even have insiders, that are practically inside her...but lately, the student has become the teacher, and I think it was time for me to become the guide. Serious questions...how can you tell someone they're clearly beautiful, when they think they're ugly? How can you pay for a $5.01 meal with only a 5 dollar bill? How can you hear the big tree fall if you're not around to hear it? These are all pretty good questions that can't really be answered, unless you go into philosophy and psychology, but seriously...how can you? One word: Find. When you can sense that a person is hurting, find a way to get to them. When you can't get out of a rut, find an answer. When you can't see the problem clearly, find a sign or clues to help make you not blind. I just wish that I could've heard the big tree fall, tell her that she's extremely beautiful, and help her with her 1 cent meal problem, because I sure as hell could've found the clues, tell her that she's extremely beautiful and got down on my knees to get the penny that I spotted under the cashier's table. Good people deserve good friends, and I honestly think that she deserves the best right now. I'm gonna go get some "tender bootyjuice" now, so ttyl.

being completely thrown off balance.

DISCLAIMER: I don't mean to put anyone's business out. I'm making it vague and will not disclose the name. I just have to write this blog...

I am completely thrown off today.

The girl who I thought was the ugliest person inside and out was actually very gorgeous and pretty, and not ugly at all. She's nice, sweet, and overall a person who isn't capable of doing what I posted in a couple blogs ago. anyone is capable of anything.

The girl who I thought would never do something stupid, actually did something stupid. She is allegedly pregnant at 14 and fucked in the bed of my other friend, and got blood on her mattress. You're only as dirty as the things you do.

The girl who I thought was the strongest person in the world...crumbled. Even a superhero needs help sometimes.


The boy who I thought was really cute, was a gay guy that roleplayed with me on my forum and had a picture on this forum. I tracked the picture back to its previous location and I find out that its just a fake picture. It's actually an emo kid who is in an album called "hot emo guys". On the internet, anyone can be anyone.

The boy who I thought would always love having me as a friend blew up at me and detests my other friend. If you stop telling lies about me, I'll stop telling truths about you.

The boy who I thought would be disgusted with me turned out to care a lot about me and brought up a great point about the previous "boy". Listening to both parts of a story can help make the story's two parts come together.

And there's more stuff! Like...

a girl being outcasted because she inadvertently invited her friend's ex-boyfriend to her get-together. Sloppy seconds...

a girl whose afraid to say to the person that disrespected her what she really feels because she's afraid of losing her. Never fear losing anybody but yourself.

a boy who never listens to the person who guides him so well and had to be mentally bitch slapped in the face to get the realization of the animosities in his life. Learn from your past mistakes...

If it's killing you to know who any of these people are, I'll at least tell you one of them. The last boy mentioned in this blog, is me. I've been blinded by the fact that I care too much and is able to see the good in everybody that I actually also see the bad and care too much for that too. A wise person told me that earlier today. I don't know what I'm gonna do. My balance is thrown off whack and to top it off, my sister just found out that I'm gay and can't be settled easy by it. WTF? She found out like in October that I'm bi. Why would it matter is I'm gay? She told me that her perspective has changed. And I'll conform to this quote...FML. Fuck my life. ATM. At the moment.

dancing 'til you dropped dead

It was Prom yesterday. It was one of the most amazing nights in my life! I danced to some crazy music, took A LOT of pics with cool ass friends, drove in a limo to places that made me feel like I meant something, and ate out at Denny's at 2! My life that night made me feel rejuvenated with fun and laughter. I stood out until 2:41 AM! Anyways, here is me and my prom date. I'll never be able to convey a portrait of intense and immense happiness, but here's my shot. Enjoy. :]





I cannot wait until next year. This year was a blast and I wished it never ended. I would do it again in a heartbeat. OH! There was a mosh pit for "Dance, Dance". I will never forget that! lmfao.

she should have won it.

This blog is dedicated to my most favorite America's Next Top Model contestant, Allison Harvard a.k.a Creepy-chan, although I don't call her that, and it is to honor her beauty and my fascination with her. Tyra Banks cheated this girl out of it. It is proven that EVERY third cycle of America's Next Top Model that an African-American girl wins. It's true; I'll prove it. Third cycle, Eva Pigford. Sixth cycle, Danielle Evans. Ninth cycle, Saliesha Stowers. Twelfth cycle, Teyona Anderson. I'm just fed up with the way the cycles go. The girl that clearly deserves it, doesn't get it. But...I'm gonna stick it out for the 13th cycle. The 13th cycle will feature only 5'7" models and shorter. Let's see who'll win that cycle. Without further ado, Allison.

























[Her covergirl shot will be here soon. All credit to ALL ANTM]

"JEALOUSSSSSSSSSSS."

conformity, at its fuckin' worst.

Good news :]

My mom and dad was in the same room for like 10 minutes without killing each other. We went to

WALL TO WALL mart

and got my mommy one of the sweetest cards ever and all signed it; it was great. But I digress...the conformity I'm talking about doesn't have to deal with Mother's Day, although we conformed to buying her a gift.

FACT: AMERICA HAS MADE US THINK THAT SPENDING MONEY SHOWS AFFECTION.

Nigga, I gave my mom a 30 minute massage. That's love and I didn't have to give her a cent because I gave her my love and I gave her happiness. (Although massaging her kinks gave her the "jizz" face. You know...that *uhhhh* face?)

Anyways, are you familiar with the store Rue 21?

Its a chic and fashionable store that sells clothes, scents, accesories and other stuff and it has a unique girl section and a very [insert synonymic word for unique here], but limited guys section. The store is like 75% girls and 25% guys.

Anyways....I do madd of my shopping there. About a year ago, my friends thought the clothes that I got there (aka slimming jeans and graphics tees) were not fashionable. Baggy clothes were. And so in the contemporary day, most of my friends, all the already-conformed breakdancing ones, now shop at Rue 21. I'm a little aggravated. :/

the mothers day that isn't.

Mother's day.
What a joke.
I love my mother, but if it weren't for her gambling addiction, then I wouldn't have to mourn today.

The reason why I referred to the gambling addiction is because my dad and mom argued for the last time I think. My mom wanted to go to her "friend's house" to pick up some money they owed her, but my dad knew it was a lie. She was going to gamble; even I knew it. A month ago, she said the same thing. She left at 6 PM and came back at 5 AM and tried to ask my sister to open the door for her, as she was locked out the house. My dad, already perceptive, slept on the couch and waited for his wife. When my sister was called, who was asleep by the way, to open the door, she came downstairs and opened the door. My mom went inside and then was sat down by my dad. He gave her a clear warning to not lie and never to do that again.

I always thought my dad was a crazy, insane, unstable person, but really he's just a misunderstood, old, medication-taking, loving person, who I've misjudged due to my inability to see past my mom's sensitive side. Dads are always the "mean" ones.

Anyways, she tried to pull the same stunt as she did before, but my dad wasn't going to allow it. After bickering and fighting for almost an hour, my mom raced to her room and tried to get ready, but my dad impeded her departure. He said, "IF GAMBLING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR FAMILY, YOU CAN LEAVE. BUT DON'T COME BACK BECAUSE I WILL DIVORCE YOU!"

She was about to leave. She didn't.

I've never seen this side of my parents before. And I listened to their arguments and I always sided with my mom, becuase it seemed like she was always the victim in this situation, but now, I'm siding with my dad. My mom is tearing our family apart with her gambling. It's because of her that my sister and I have depleting social lives. It's because of her that my dad might be wifeless. It's because of her that I recently know that she has gambling debts and that she's gonna be addicted to the point of an inescapable void. I fear for her, my family, and today.

Earlier, before I went to buy my prom dress shirt, my dad was trying to show that he loves her. He went to her job, which was coincidentally near the mall I was about to shop at, and offered to buy her lunch. I called her and she replied, "I don't want anything from you guys."

I've never felt such unresolved feelings toward my mom. If she can't see the good that her family is trying to restore, and can only see her altruistic form of income, then we're fucked. We, the family, is fucked.

I can't live without two parents. It's not possible. All I know is that today is Mother's Day and there better be something short of a miracle to convince my mom to swallow her big ass pride pill and mend the broken pieces she has made into a family again.

...And so much for my previous blog. That was a lot of fun while it lasted. Though for some odd reason...I'm fine with my stance. I'm okay siding with my dad instead of my mom. Something tells me that I'm on the right side when it comes to the "last fight".

chicks, dicks and porno flicks.

I'm lovin' me and I'm lovin' the fun that life is bringing me. :]


LIVE. LOVE. LAUGH. LIFE.

PEACE. HOLLA. DUECES. OUT.

NEVERs and ruining your plans.

All I asked was "Mom, what drying setting do I need to put for my clothes? Normal or More Dry?"

And she blows up at me!

"YOU NEVER PUT IT ON NORMAL DRY OR MORE DRY; YOU PUT IT ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE WITH THE TIMES!"

So basically Im a fuck up to my mom becuase I messed up on my clothes? She called me incompetent, forgetful, stupid and lazy in Khmer, which is Cambodian, my native language. It's so hard being the child of an Asian family. Nothing you ever do is right.

never putting it on Normal or More dry again. I hate the daveyy-mother fights. she always wins.


ANYWAYS....

I think shes upset that one of the alliSONS in my other post got sent home; I won't tell you which one. I'm just glad that the Allison I wanted stayed :]

And apparently I have to retire my laptop upstairs at 10:30 PM.


Parents ruin your plans.

sandy, didya know pigs fly?

Peggy Sue- Fever [not written to key]
Fever....when you kiss me.
Fever....when you hold me.
Fever....when you put your arms around me.
Fever....when you hold me tight.

Fever....when you sizzle.

What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.


You know...people said when we finally had a president, pigs would fly.
And what do you know....present day....SWINE FLU.


Oh shit; that was funny. No lie. The negative hype and mass hysteria is pissing me off. I know its a pandemic which has killed and people are very sick, but not every cough and sneeze is swine flu.

I know that my friends Devin, Jocelyn, Liv and LeShay were gonna put on the surgeon masks and wear one color and act like were in a quarantine....shiet; it sounds fun just thinking about it.

havent blogged in forever.
ill start up again lovers. :]