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I can’t believe another year has come and gone. It seems as though it was just last year I was living in Hawaii. It’s so true, the older you get the faster time just passes you by. When I was little girl a year would seem like a decade to me. Well this year I must be getting older because I really just wanted to take it easy. To tell you the truth staying home didn’t seem so bad. It’s just that it is new year’s eve which means I don’t want to be the loser starting off the new year staying home while everyone is out. I mean what if I curse myself for 2010.

Our first stop was dinners at Dondra’s.

My baby looks so sexy tonight. After Dondra’s we made our way to Katie’s.

And After Katies we headed to Amanda’s.

Where we finished off her jello shots and played beer pong.

Ray’s getting good.

My pre-new years kiss.

Winners and Losers.

Ray shot it in our mouths.

And then I gave it to Dondra.

And then I gave it to Lauren.

And that’s basically how I started off 2010, getting it in my face and putting it in others. Happy New Year!

Wake Up Birthday Boy

Wake Up Birthday Boy

Yay! The 15th is finally here, and that means it’s Ray’s birthday. Wake up sleeping beauty, I got a surprise for you and your gonna love it.

It’s been Ray’s dream for some time now to find and reunite back with his first car and resurrect her from the dead, but of course finding his original 89′ Dodge RamCharger was out of the question so when we got back from Houston I set out on a quest in search for the second best 89′ Dodge RamCharger and guess what, I found her, right here in Austin Texas of all places. I think it was destiny. So now I had to strategically devise the best way to retrieve this Beast of a car since Ray and I are practically joint at the hip and because I’m not yet geographically inept to be driving on my own in Austin, especially since my sancho, Tom Tom was kidnapped from me in New York. Well as we all know trickery and deceit comes fairly natural for me. I was born a professional con-artist. With the directions jotted down in my note book I tricked Ray into driving me right to the place I needed to be the next day to pick up the car. I memorized the route as he drove down this street and that, turning here, making u-turns there.”Why do you want to go down Ceasar Chavez,” he says. “Because we got our vegan wedding cake on that street and I just want to go down and see the store again,” I responded. The next day I compiled a long list of grocery items and set out “grocery shopping” because I know Ray recoils at the mere thought of idling around a grocery store for too long, which just happens to be one of my favorite pass-time activities. Beside a few minor battle scars that Riccardo forgot to mention in the Craigs List ad the car seemed to be in pretty good condition. I used the battle wounds to my advantage and haggled a sweet deal and since there was only one of me and two cars I kindly requested Riccardo to followed me back home, where we dropped off the Beast on the other side of the parking lot and then I had to transport Riccardo back home. Oh, I also asked Riccardo to e-mail both Ray and I back the next day stating that the car was no longer available just in case Ray had any inclination of what I was up to. Three and a half hours later I Ray phones me, “honey, where are you, I’m hungry,” he wines. I make up this huge long lie about how I got lost twice, went to Whole Foods and lingered around the beauty section for hours, then the Indian Grocery Store, and now I’m going back to HEB Grocery Store for a second time to pick up a few items I forgot the first time around. I arrive home after four hours of leaving and rustled up dinner for my husband as quickly as I could. I know, I know, I’m the best wife to ever have walked this earth. I hear it all the time.

The next four days were difficult because they were filled with anxiousness and stress. There were days you can see the Beast as clear as day on the other end of the parking lot. I counted down the days and every night while he slept I would devise the best way to present to him his gift. What seemed to be to be an awesome idea in the middle of the night would never fail to seem too elaborative the next day. Finally I just decided to keep it simple and sweet, yet still creative and fun. On the morning of his birthday I woke up extra early, shit, showered and shaved, minus the shower and the shave and filmed this in the parking lot.


For Ray from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

If you keep up with my blog, you might have already seen it. Whatever I was planning on doing I had to do it fast because the Beast had hardly any gas; I wasn’t sure if she would even be able to even make it to the gas station. The first two tries was a disaster but 3 times is always a charm or in this case, good enough. I forgot to zoom the camera out which made the video all grainy, but like I said, good enough. When I was done filming I had to park the car outside where Ray would easily see it as soon as he came out of the building after watching the video. Luckily, we scored rock star parking the night before so I gave the Beast my parking spot, which meant now I had to re-park the Scion upstairs. I scurried back home filled with excitement and woke him up, “lets go eat, I’m hungry, hurry, get up. It’s your birthday, aren’t you excited? I’m excited for you. I’m starving. Let go get some breakfast. I’m so hungry.” While he was getting ready I uploaded the video on to Vimeo and posted it on to my awesome blog. As I finished I told him I would meet him downstairs and to go over to my computer and read todays post on my site and then I left. I waited for him so totally impatiently down stairs, ready to film his reaction when he got down.


On Ray’s Birthday from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

Yes, yes, I know, the best wife ever. I know

I was expecting more of a reaction for the car but he just wanted to love on me first before checking it out. We then quickly got gas and test drove the Beast on our way to Juan in a Million, another famous landmark here in Austin and another restaurants featured on the Man vs Food show. Well, it was Sunday and the line was out the door and practically wrapped around the corner. Sorry, even if you were one in a million, it wouldn’t be worth it for me to wait in that line. Actually, in opinion, no Mexican food is ever worth a line, but hey, that’s my opinion and I’m entitled to it. We headed for the Waffle House next but took the back road since both the inspection and registration was expired on the Beast. The Waffle House ended up being just as packed. Sorry Waffle House, even your not worth waiting in line for. So we drove around until we ended back around our neck of the woods at Mimi’s Cafe, still packed but the wait was do-able. After our delicious meal we went home, grabbed some towels and Ray gave his Beast a bath, while I stayed in my car with Kola and read.

Bathing the Beast

Bathing the Beast

Bathing the Beast

Bathing the Beast

All clean and pretty, but still butch-like.

Pretty Beast

Pretty Beast

Sorry, no hubcaps on this side.

Pretty Beast

Pretty Beast

Pretty Beast

Pretty Beast

Time to douche the Beast with armor all. Wax on wax off, Ray Danial-Son.

Douching The Beast From The Inside Out

Douching The Beast From The Inside Out

After the car wash we went home, got ready and headed back out, this time to down-town Austin. We went to one other bar before it got too cold for me to bare sitting outside so we left and ended up here at the Flying Saucer for another round of drinks.

Flying Saucer

Flying Saucer

And then it was getting past our bed times so we headed back home, but before we did we grabbed some dinner at Mighty Fine Burgers. I don’t know if the burgers were mighty fine or not but the milkshakes most definitely was.

Mighty Fine Burgers

Mighty Fine Burgers

Happy birthday honey. I love you.

In March of 2006 Ray and I moved to Oakland California from Vacaville. We had only lived in Vacaville for 3 months before we realized the commute was killing us. I would drop him off at work, drive back home and then drive back to the bay area and pick him up, a total of a 4 hour commute, without traffic each day. Anyhow, while looking for a place to live in the bay area we stumbled upon this building. It was an old warehouse that use to be a French Fry Factory. I would of never, ever, ever, even considered living in here, but Ray, well, lets just say he has more vision than I most do. At first I thought it was asinine, I mean have you guys seen the photo above? But I have always been one to just go with the flow, and Ray is what I like to call a hopeless visionary.

But you got to admit, it totally has potential. Even I could admit that. But again, did you see the photo above? It was taken through a hole in the front door. The building was 8000 sq ft. Uh, no that’s not a misprint, there was not an extra 0 put in by accident. Yes, we lived, worked, renovated, bled, sweat, cried and even threw a few parties in an 8000 sq ft building for an entire year. Crazy kids, I’m sure that’s what everyone was thinking.

The pile of trash we had hauled away almost reached the second floor.

It even had two walk in refrigerators, one of which I was planning on turning into my walk in closet.

We flew dad down because there was no way we could of done all this work without him.

We put a lot of work into this building. In the beginning it was scary, but I got over it and soon it was as though the Universe had answered our dreams, but with a little sacrifice and hard work on our part. Ray had always dreamed of renting out a huge warehouse that had a urinal from a rich old man that gave him a super cheap deal and turning it into his modern urban living dream. Yes, our warehouse even had a urinal. And I had always wanted to have my own massage business, with 4 rooms, one for myself and the other 3 I would hire or rent out to other massage therapist. The front of the building on the second floor had 4 rooms. The more we thought about it the more uncanny and perfect it seemed.

But soon, life just took a toll. Ray detested work and the more he saw his boss the more he loathed him. I was getting burnt out on massage. What once was filled with passion and energy fizzled and soon I felt like a well paid slave. Ray and I decided to call it quits and tackle yet another dream of mine, to live in Hawaii. Somehow, this dream seemed so much less painful and stressful. We had a 3 year lease so we took on the role as property managers and sublet the building for the remainder 2 years of our lease and for over twice what we paid, split the rent with Mel, the nice old man Ray dreamt to life, every month and started a new chapter of our lives in Oahu Hawaii.

Hawaii was a totally awesome experience. Every month we used the money we made from the building to pay off the debt we put into it. I’d like to say it was easy but it wasn’t. I can say it was a huge learning experience. This last trip to California was to find a way to come to an agreement with Kevin, the man we rented the building out to. He ended up subletting the building to Raphael, a total pathetic douche bag that couldn’t pay rent on time to save his life and couldn’t move out when asked to leave. But our main concern for coming out to Cali was to make sure we uphold our contract with Mel and leave on good terms with him. When we got to the building it was in shambles. All the hard work, blood, sweat, tears, and money we put into it seemed wasted. Did I mentioned that Raphael had secretly turned the building into an illegal club/bar he called the Radiance Factory. Just a word of advice for Raphael, it’s not smart to advertise an illegal club. Fucking retard.

Here’s a before us and after us photo.

And after then after we did more work and started to settled in. In the very back behind the glass windows is where where the 4 massage rooms laid.

From the opposite direction. Ray loved his pool table.

A closer look further back. To the left was our bed room, middle was Ray’s desk and to the far right was our closet.

A better view of our closet. I had a lot more shoes back then.

Our living room in it’s earlier stage.

The kitchen area and dining area. Ray and I built that wobbly table one night when we had nothing better to do. He swears one day he’ll redeem himself.

Here’s what the building looked like on our last visit.

Looks like they built a kitchen room.

We turned this room into my workout/yoga room.

This is what it looks like by the time we were done with it.

And this is how it looks now.

This was suppose to eventually be a massage room #4, but in the mean time we just made it a guest room and it was also Chris Miller’s room when he stayed with us.

And this is how it looks now.

A before and after of Massage Room #3.

Same room, present day.

Before and after of Massage Room #2.

Massage Room #2 today.

My Massage Room before.

My beautiful massage room after. I actually worked countless hours in this room. It was the perfect massage room.

And this is how it looks like now.

A few before and afters of the lobby we fixed up. We were planning on getting more furniture to fill it up but I think we did a pretty spectacular job.

And here it is today. Animals.

We took back our blinds.

A before and after of the mens restroom. Behind the wall next to the sink was where the men’s urinal was. I forgot to take an aftermath photo but it’s probably for the best because it was bad.

They badly built what looks like lounge rooms downstairs. But the whole are downstairs area was pretty muck a junk yard.

Oh, our mistletoe was still hanging up. I bet it launched a lot of kisses.

I’ll never forget the day we lifted the super industrial air condition unit up on the rooftop. It was insanely crazy and scary. We had to set it on top of a shit ton of pallets in order for Ray and his dad to reach it. Ray had originally wanted to tie the heavy unit to a rope and pull it up. That made no fucking sense to me so I walked over to the Chinese produce factory and asked if they would help us out with their fork lift. It took some per swaying but my charm won in the end.

There were more pallets than what you see here. Trust me, people came out of their buildings to watch. It was totally wobbly and insanely scary.

Oh course it wasn’t only us that sweat for this building,

we put our loved ones to work too.


Kola did a lot of supervising.

Of course it wasn’t all hard work. I miss our parties


Drinking wine on the rooftop.

Having friends over to play pool. Hell, I miss having friends.

I even miss the skaters.

It was definitely an experience. But I gotta tell ya, I’m so glad it’s over.

The End.

While some people make new year resolutions, my baby just likes to start the year off with a clean slate, a clean, soft, and smooth as a babies ass slate.

I think it’s his way of cleansing. You know how some people have garage sales, donate their clothes to charity, or just throw out any unnecessary items. Ray cleanses himself of his filthy sins by shaving his beard and mustache.

Hey don’t judge him. While you may not think this to be so courageous, it most certainly is. It has been over 10 years since my honey has had a smooth ass face, literally, depending on whose ass.

And he really took off his stache . . . seriously? You know what that means, no more mustache rides for me. Ah, well, I’ve used up all my quarters on laundry anyhow.

Tell me Sancho, how do you feel? Do you feel liberated? Free? Like you’ve been given another chance at life? A new person starting off with a clean slate? I tell you what, when I kiss you it feels like I’m kissing a new person if that makes you feel any better. Maybe we can trade in those mustache rides for some role play action. Come here and kiss me you fool you.

For New Years this year Ray and I were crazy rebels without a cause living the crazy life at 300 Bowl, a bowling alley located in Dallas Texas. I’ve also seen one in Austin.

Lucky for us Bea and Guav had planned on staying till the New Year.

We put our names on the waiting list at the bowling alley then we met up with Vince, Bea’s big brother and his girlfriend, Renee at BJ’s Restaurant.

We didn’t expect the bowling alley to call us back, being New Year’s and all, but they did, while Guav was in the mist of his meal. He scarfed down his meal as fast as his vegan mouth would allow him and we scurried off to Dallas 300 Bowl.

I know it’s not the craziest New Year but my friends are crazy enough for me. Besides, we were all on a budget, Bea wasn’t drinking, I wasn’t drinking, and Guav never drinks. So basically Ray would look like a sad alcoholic if we went anywhere else.

Watch Ray and I do the count down and then we kiss for a prosperous, healthy and happy 2009.


2009 New Years Count Down from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

So the crazy and bizarre thing is that none of us are really that good at bowling, especially me of all people. We randomly filmed the four of us, me, Ray, Bea and Guav bowl once and each person bowled a strike. How crazy is that? It’s a sign, 2009 is going to be a great year!

Bea Strikes Into the New Year!


Bea Strikes Into the New Year from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

Ray Strikes Into The New Year!


Ray Strikes Into the New Year from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

Guav Strikes Into the New Year!


Guav Stikes Into the New Year from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

I Strike Into The New Year!


Doan Strikes Into The New Year 2008-09 from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

We said our sad good-byes at the end of the night because Bea and Guav were planning on leaving the next day as were we. The drive back home wasn’t so bad, at least Kola didn’t think so.

Hello world! This is my first post on my personal blog. Right now is 12:09 a.m. Tuesday Night, well I guess Wednesday morning. If your wondering why I’m up it’s because I can’t sleep. The truth is I have horrible sleeping pattern. It’s like a roller coaster. Some nights I take ny quil just so I can get some shut eye but I find myself waking up feeling super tired with bags under my eyes. Anyhow, I figure I mine as well make use of my sporadic mind.

I saw my friend Cammie today. She’s here from California for her brothers wedding. It was really nice to see her. I’ve been thinking a lot about the people in my life. I like to think of my friends like clothes, I could care less about most of them and then some of are like a timeless dress. Cammie’s like a blouse that never goes out of style. I’m pretty lucky because I have a lot of good friends in my life and most of them have totally proved their friendship to me in some way or other. I hate to admit it but I’m high maintenance even as a friend. It just seems as though I’m the one who always needs a favor instead of one of them needing a favor from me. Cammie is taking care of our boat. This is huge because right now we have no where else to store it, since we live in Hawaii. Anyhow I miss a lot of them and it sucks because most of them live so far away.

Well it’s the beginning of the year and I figure that now is the best time to graduate from my hand written journals to an online journal. I’ve been recording my life since the 5th grade when my parents moved us to Atwater California. Even at a young age I knew my life was worth recording. There’s no way that I could ever give up writing in my journals but this online thing allows me to share my thoughts and life with my family and friends and to just vent. But I really think that Ray’s gonna be the only reader for awhile, I know everyone is so busy with their lives and Ray’s just my number one fan.

2007 was a good year, tough but still a really good year. I know one day we’re gonna look back at this era in our lives and know it was all worth it. But lets not relish in the past and instead focus on the present. Right now I live in Oahu, Hawaii with Ray my fiance. At first it was so weird to say fiance because I never said it before and now it’s weird to say fiance because he’s more than that to me. I feel like he’s already my husband and I his wife. We live with our friend Shane. He’s like a good pair of sandals that you wear with everything and now are perfectly molded to your feet. I’m not saying we step all over him, but more like I think he’s a good fit. I met Shane back in February of last year while Ray and I were on vacation out here and somehow we live with him now. I tell everyone he’s like a male version of me because we see eye to eye on damn near everything. It’s crazy to think we went from living in an 8000 square foot warehouse to sharing a cozy 450 square foot apartment. I’m guessing it’s about 450 square feet who knows it could be 475. Some might think three’s a crowd but it’s really not. Yeah, it could be a little overwhelming at times and I think all three of us have really compromise a lot but overall I’m astonished at how well we all live together. Now it’s just like we’re family. It’s really cute. Anyhow, it’s always been a dream of mine to live in Hawaii and now that I have I know why. The air here is clean, the beaches are clear, the water is pure, there’s a rainbow in the sky everyday; it’s just breathtaking here and even though I know it’s not practical to be here forever I will always consider Hawaii my home and come back to her. I also work. I don’t really want to say where, because I’m a little embarrassed or ashamed. The truth of the matter is I’m a server. I hate that I’m still doing what I was doing like 5 years ago. You see for the past 4 years or so I’ve been a massage therapist. Money was great but I just got burnt out on it. I don’t know if I will get back into it. I kinda feel like my sanity is more important than money but now I’m just in a quandary. To say I hate my job is an understatement. Oh, Kola, our dog lives with us too. I’ve had him since I was 18. He was a puppy back then.

As for my New Years Resolutions I have a few that I would like to share.

1. Run in a marathon. It doesn’t have to be a full marathon, any one will do.

2. Pay off the rest of my debt. Let’s just say it’s a lot.

3. Educate myself on anything money. I want to learn how and where to invest, start a savings, open up an IRA, etc.

4. Finish my painting. Ray and I took an art class and I started this painting. I’m no Ray when it comes to painting but I am proud of it and I want to finish it so I can hang it up one day.

5. Get a passport. I got a letter from the INS saying that I’m denied citizenship because I’m already a citizen. And they couldn’t tell me this info when applied like 10 years ago because . . . I have strong feelings of animosity towards the INS, seriously. Anyhow, now that I’m a citizen I need to get a passport so if I want to travel I can.

6. Start up an online journal. I guess I can just scratch this one off. Ray has turned me into an internet whore and I love it. I use to be one of those stubborn people that didn’t want to change with the times. E-mail? Why, I have a phone or better yet I’ll write a letter. I still think letter writing is more personal and sentimental but I now see the need for technology and internet. Sharing and giving knowledge is something great and I want to share my life with those who care to read about it.

7. Be more conscious about taking care of my mind and body. I know everyone’s resolution is to loose weight and although I wouldn’t mind loosing a few pounds I think if I just focus on taking care of myself through exercise, meditation, and trying to be more conscious about what I put into my body, everything will fall into place.

8. Keep in contact with those I love and let them know I love them. This is my family and friends I hold dear to my heart. You know who you are. I love you guys. Thank you so much for being there and loving me unconditionally.

Me and Cammie after dim sum.