September 2010
August 2010
“The sun shines brighter after a rainy day.”
So Dont.
Dont.
Dont explain love to me.
Love.
Love.
Love is not why we leave.
Life is bogus.
I survived Week Zero.
Eight more to go.
We're starting a band.
Called, FuckYeahBongoShorts.
HAHAHA, no really.
The Runaways in 300 words or less
Ziggy: Hey Nasera, should I put on that scene between Kristen stewart and Dakota Fanning?
Me: Nah dude, I've seen it already.
Tommy: what movie is that?
Me: the Runaways.
Tommy: They have sex in that movie!?
Me: Yeah, I mean you assume they did by the way they shot it but she has roller skates on the next morning so idk how that worked.
Ziggy: Are you saying you can't have sex with roller skates on?
Everyone: HUH, NASERA?!
Me: Yeah uh, my girlfriend bought me rollerskates.
HAHA.
Fourteen.
Last year’s Halloween. The three generations of girls.
Daddy at my first gallery feature for winning gold in Scholastic.
Grandkids on last Christmas.
Adobe CS5 Master Edition? Say What?
Freshly installed on my Macbook Pro. One good thing about today.
I love being a design nerd.
“I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going.”
Fuck it.
Texas, here I come.
Thirteen.
Kristi,
I know you don’t mean to hurt me with your decision to follow through with Air Force. I guess the hurt just comes with it. You don’t leave until tomorrow night and I already miss you incredibly. The reality of it all hits me at the moments where the electricity between us is thick and the world seems to fall silent. You’re leaving and I have no idea when we can finally...
That lie you're living,
How’s it working out for you?
Ten.
I think its stupid to list songs I listen to when I’m in various moods, obvious they would be completely different at each time.
HOLY. FUCK.
Two Thumbs Tattoo.
Nine.
I guess I’m proud of cooking a full meal for the first time in my life on my own, surviving a rib tattoo, being able to say I can successfully cure xbox 360’s of the red rings of death, and getting on top of my California checklist.
How to win over your vegetarian girlfriend.
1. Brainstorm and research vegetarian recipes. Decide on Vegetable Curry (she’s asian) and Bread Pudding.
2. Go to nearest grocery store and walk around for 10 minutes saying, “What the fuck is Cilantro?” out loud. Purchase best guess and other misc. ingredients.
3. Get home. Cut stems off of cute, white daisy-like flowers and put in best vase.
3.5 Make a set up of movie night...
Eight.
- Sell my Camaro back home before I leave which I really don’t want to part with, but have to.
- Transfer Pacsun stores to one of my choice in the LA area, which I also don’t want to do. I’m not ready to be “the new kid” again and work my way up in respect and rank. But I’m also not ready to throw away 2 years with the company when I could possibly intern in...
Some douchebag called the cops on us for derby skating at midnight.
But he pulls up as were literally loading our skates in the car, only to shine his brights in our faces and drive off.
Photoshoot.
For a local band’s EP in Kapolei today. 2 straight guys overemphasizing “sexy” as what they wanted us 6 girls to think as we modeled with them. 6 girls for an EP titled SEVEN, wtf. Very awkward shoot as one of them kept brushing my thighs between shots and being flirty with all of us. Hopefully the shots come out decent.
You’re all talk sometimes.
Pacsun parties.
Always equal good food, a lot of remixes, gay men, mixed drinks,
vodka,
And shooooooots.
Six.
,
Wonder woman, DUH. Because she represents tough chicks, is a badass, and looks good while doing it all.
Prop 8, No More
I am now able to get married in the state of California. Its about fucking time.
Five.
I absolutely love LA and I’ve been there multiple times with family since I was a kid. It’s the one place I was just completely overwhelmed and amazed by and I am soon to call it home.
The Black Pearl in Hawaii
DOPE AS FUCK. That shit was gorgeous all lit up on the harbor at 2 AM. Security was insane and the whole opposite side of the street was the behind the scenes stuff, completely lit and alive. Seriously, a fucking amazing site. Wish I could have seen the cast though.
Four.
I think the only “habit” I have that bothers me is losing my temper. It takes a lot but it does happen.
Recently, my niece went to Oregon to visit my grandma. I thought these were the cute and hilarious. Her first time seeing and interacting with a squirrel looks epic. If you knew her, you’d laugh at what a little diva she is.
Two.
My tumblr name is just a play on my last name which is Alayon (pronounced Ahh-lay-yawn or Ollie-on). A lot of people mispronounce it and read it as “A-lion.”
One.
1. I’m not named after anything in particular, my mom mixed letters from her and my dad’s names, N-A from Nathan, S-E from Shallene and just added R-A to make it sound okay.
2. I am OBSESSED with 410BC. I have a completed skate deck I skate, another deck on my wall, along with 2 paintings of their prints they don’t even make, one of the first copies of their coffee table...
