Pacific Media Expo is a new generation of convention for a new generation of fans! PMX brings the cutting edge of Asian entertainment to America, whether it is the newest anime from Japan, the hottest bands from the Pacific Rim, the latest street fashion from Harajuku, or the most disturbing horror films from Asia. PMX seeks to create an entertainment community for artists, industry, and their fans.

I will be running the boutique for Takuya Angel, alongside Takuya Sawada himself. (http://web.mac.com/takuya_angel/iWeb/Site/Welcome.html)

If you are planning on coming to the expo this year, make sure to stop by and say hello and check out the awesome new designs along with the great directors, designers, actors, artists, bands and much more!

In 2003, I helped a couple of squirrely friends make a movie called Punk Rock Holocaust

Maybe you've heard of it?

We killed people.

A lot of people.

Band dudes.

 

In 2004 and 2005, we filmed a sequel.

Punk Rock Holocaust 2 - Serial Genocide.

I starred in it as the pesky punk rock reporter getting to the bottom of the secret killings at Warped Tour.

We also killed more band dudes.

 

PRH2 features deaths and performances from The Aquabats, Bouncing Souls, River City Rebels, My Chemical Romance, The Casualties, Riverboat Gamblers, Mr. Dibbs, The Planet Smashers, Sugarcult, Shira Girl, Pro BMX Rider Rick Thorne, Metal VJ Mistress Juliya, and many more!

Check out the official movie release here:

http://www.halo8.tv/press_releases/h816_pr112607.html

And order it on Amazon.com HERE!!!:

http://www.amazon.com/Punk-Rock-Holocaust-2/dp/B000XSKDME/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1198095817&sr=8-2

Here's a little ditty I made just for you.

More or less your own words, which makes it all the more ironic.

Via con el diablos, my dearest.

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They say it's the town of Babylon.
A playground for sinners, whores and thieves.
That's more than a clever metaphor.

Colored contacts come in handy to mask the devil's red eyes that lurk behind every coffeeshop and rockshow.

You think you're a dictator, you think you run the show, but it takes a strong soul, baby and you've become more weak than you know.

She lives on the paved path between smothered and broken, her surroundings have changed but the path remains. Keep running, keep breathing, keep trying, keep fighting.
Her only God is the one that knows her midnight secrets and her eyes show the age of the soul beneath.
Picture perfect smiles and bloody lips from the bites on her tounge tell stories she dare not speak.
Little girl with angel skin and 2 pieces of a heart at her feet.

So, just so we're together on this, my social life lives here, but not my thoughts.

For more information, refer to Livejournal

Reposted from an email I sent:

I don't know if you've heard or not, but Myspace is totally hot right now. It's like an accesory. Like a Louis Vuitton bag or Gucci sunglasses or those awful furry boots.

"OMG! You're on Myspace?"

Totally in.

Ive met a lot of princes in my day....every one of them damaged.

Nothing is perfect.

The other night, I wanted to die. Not to end life, but to see what began in death. I wanted to feel myself slip away. I've never been afraid of death, but I've been terrified of dying. For a small moment, I wasnt afraid, I was intriegued. For me, life has always been a game of guessing what's just around the corner. I hate to fall asleep for fear of missing life. For a moment, I was afraid I wouldnt die, for fear I'd miss something in death.

I once knew a drummerboy in a kingdom of sin and mystery who made me want to wake up every morning. He wasnt a scholar, he wasnt a prized gem, he was just himself and he made me wonder about everything. He made me wonder why people think and act and drink and dress and speak the way they do. He was complex in a simple way. I knew he'd never be mine but he made me excited to meet people and analyze them. He reminded me how spectacularly differant every single human being is.

Ive met so many amazingly wonderful and horrible and mysterious and simple and bizarre and ugly and beautiful people in my life. I could fill a book with the past 10 years of my life. I could tell you stories of so many things. My eyes have seen what 5 lives should fill. I'm an old soul in the body of a woman and the heart of a child. I scream silently every day.

I've met a lot of princes in my life. Every prince has a princess. Every kingdom has it's tale. I just havent met the prince that's meant to be in my kingdom yet.

Your name: Where did we meet: Take a stab at my middle name: Do I believe in God: How long have you known me: Do I smoke: What was your first impression of me upon meeting: Color of my eyes: Do I have any siblings: What's one of my favorite things to do: Do you remember one of the first things I said to you: What's my favorite type of music: What is the best feature about me: Am I shy or outgoing: Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: What's your favorite memory of me: Any special talents: Would you consider me a friend: If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring?