why is it that whenever i spend hours washing my car inside and out someone other than myself ends up driving it first? frickin crap. speakin of crap, i finally decided to completely change our cats' litter box. damn that thing wreaked! such a strong putrid smell coming from two little pussies. hahaahahahah! PUSSIES!!! (that's quinn's favorite word, by the way).

you know what's pretty cool? when you're up late talking on the phone to someone who's just simply awesome. details shall come later... =)

well, it's off to irvine again to hang out with the crew. lates niggahs! (that's for you, kyon).

dude, jen writes the craziest shit.

my skin hurts. i think it's cuz of the prolonged sun exposure. i don't think my skin has ever seen so much sun in one day. after jogging this morning my cousins and i decided to play basketball. or in my case, i tried to play. yeah, that looked stupid considering i was at a basketball court full of asian ballers and i was the only girl. i finally got that spin down when doing my free throws, but shooting it consistently is still a problem. by 11 am my sis and i had this urge to go to the beach (bad idea) so we dragged our cousin marjorie and her friend almay with us and sunbathed over in santa monica til i turned red. at this point, my skin was hurting not only from the sun but also from the sand storm that was whipping my burnt flesh. oooohhhh yeah! boy did that feel good! add to that the sand getting into my eyes, ears, and hair. because of the physical beating from mother nature, we decided to head on over to the promenade and shove our face with fries and shakes.

not to mention jeff called me earlier! woohoo! our date has been rescheduled for saturday. that gives me another 3 days to figure out what i'm gonna wear. i suggested we go to the batting cages (cuz i have this urge to wack some balls) so i think a skirt or dress would not be appropriate. maybe i should just go naked.

good morning. eat my shorts.

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i just luv my family... if you mix my brother and any of my cousins together you get nothing but insane nonsense. here's what my bro and cousin michael had to say on our way home from jogging this morning:

• my bro: "hell no. i wear briefs when i go jogging cuz i don't wanna be like jingle bells."
• michael on the topic of body piercing: "i'd get a piercing, but i don't want to."
• michael on the topic of tattos: "i'd get a tatto that says tatto."

idiots. my family is full of idiots.

AHA! i see superlum has been posting lately. welcome to the cult we call blog. really. if you don't have a weblog then you're not part of the in-crowd. muahahahaahahaha! (<~~~ that's the sean in me talking) since when did i start using "muahahaha"? if ya'll know me i have more of an evil, high-pitched witch laugh. but of course you won't hear that until halloween. i hate halloween. no, i hate you.

beyonce?!!! hahahahahaha.... fucking hilarious!

psst!... i have a date on wednesday. hehhehehe!

yesterday was care and bryan's wedding. i think that was the first time i've seen the groom smile more than the bride at the actual ceremony. too cute man. the reception was simple and yet beautiful - the center pieces were yellow daisies floating on water in a glass bowl, yellow flowers EVERYWHERE, and oh my gosh the food was awesome! you can't go wrong with chicken topped with crab... yummy! anyhoo, we had the best table right in front of the tv for the video show and right off to the side from the dance floor. the newlyweds' intro song was "stayin alive" by the bee gees as they walked into the clubhouse bumpin booties and shakin their thangs. i don't know what was funnier, that or the mexican looking dj with the filipino fob accent ("okey, ladies and gentilmen, i wahnt to e-see you e-shake your e-stuff to da todo todo, cha-cha, and electric slide. and por da yang ones, we hab hip hap and rrrrrrap.")

then i drove my ass back up to LA to meet up with my sis and her 4 girlfriends so we can get our groove on at the century club. you know, there really is an advantage to goin out with only girls. no waiting in line, no cover charge, free drinks, and my favorite... guys! though i think that one has to do with the fact that we were with a 5'10"-22 yr.old-dimple cheeked latina. ooooh! and another exciting part of the evening was when we witnessed a high speed car chase last night in pasadena. some idiot thought he could outrun 6 cop cars. dumb ass. i think he crashed cuz 10 minutes later we saw the ambulance heading in the same direction.

here's something random. i just finished watching a kcet program earlier on homosexuality in the early 20s. now that's some interesting shit.

woo hoo!!! q-dogg got my damn archives working! joyous bliss! (angels singing "ahhhhh" with harp playing)

and watch out world, the fil-cowgirl's got a weblog too!

on AIM, i'm not one to start off a conversation with "hi", "hello", "what's up", "what are you doing". i hate that. it's so boring. so this is my intro to quinn:

RPSabino: ching chong chow yun fat ngo chi.... WAY!
Qtip9: the big racist
RPSabino: u luv me

i luv quinn.

ahh yes, i've awakened from my 7 hours of sleep after partying at the mayan and for once it wasn't jen passing out before 12 o'clock from having one too many drinks. lemme just give you a mental picture of what happened last night: i go downstairs cuz i had to let out all the fluids i consumed and my sis's friend gina is literally lying on the couch with her head and arm hanging off the side. her hair is in her face, sweat/drool dripping everywhere, something resembling a waterfall going down along the side of the green velvet couch leading to a clear pool of yucky, sticky stuff on the tile floor. ack! ( <--- no, that's not what i think of it. that's the sound coming out of her mouth.) so finally we get one of the security guards to come into the bathroom to help us get her up and we carried her straight to the exit. not to mention we had to drag her up 2 flights of stairs. luckily another security guard sees us toppling over and offers to carry her to the car. 5 seconds later he's like, "where the hell is your car??? she's getting heavy!". oh gawd! and to make matters worse, we had to get her out of the car and into my sister's apartment where she was gonna crash, and what does jen do?... she stuffs her face with jack n the crack french fries making all these erotic sounds like she's about to cum. great, just great.

don't get me wrong, we had soooooooo much fun despite the way the night ended. we actually played a game of who could get the most numbers, but they had to be from people we would actually call. looks like jen came in the lead with 4... one from a guy i actually hooked her up with. damn that boy was foine!!! speaking of fineness, we bumped into melissa lucido from high school. that chick always looks good. AND... we bumped into #1 on my guy friends' mosted wanted list. correction: the-girl-all-of-rose's-guy-friends-wanna-bone list. (drum role please...) ~~~~~> JENNIFER DIAZ. if you've ever seen this girl, you'll know what i'm talking about. she's gorgeous. there's only one of my friends who i feel is worthy enough to even get a chance of hooking up with her and that would be ed. too bad he's taken, and too bad anyway... she's taken too (again).

it's hot, i'm drained, i'm dehydrated. time to go shopping!

gotta get my ass over to san diego tonight to practice that song for care and bryan's wedding this saturday. only 3 more days til we get humiliated for singing off key!!! yeah! today's carolyn's birthday, by the way! so HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARE!!! hopefully i'll get to see the baby tonight.

am i really critical? jen and i had a 3-hour conversation the other night about how critical i can be of men (and i guess women too). i can't help it. my instincts are always right and i never listen. bad, rose, bad!!! you'd think that after 25 years i'd finally pay attention to my instincts, but nooooooooo, i have to go ahead and give people the benefit of the doubt and get screwed up the ass big time. though i have to admit it's been a while since that's happened (interpretation intentionally left open). anyways, we didn't really talk about that for 3 hours. we spent more time talking shit, you know, the fun stuff. i don't think i've ever laughed so much with that girl over the phone! she cracks me up, pisses me off, and gets me rollin all at the same time. what a ho! i luv her.

i talked to jeff again last night. whoohoowee jeff! at first i was hesitant to even get to know him, sole reason being i met him at a club. but each time we talk i see how mature, polite,and considerate he is. yes, i have much respect for this guy. i'll just leave it like that.

here's what quinn said to me earlier:

RPSabino: aren't u excited for me?
Qtip9: of course i am... i live vicariously through other people

quinn, get a life. ahahahahhaah! 2 points for me!

i know i'm not that close to my relatives in the philippines, but when i found out yesterday that one of them was murdered i was caught extremely off guard with mixed feelings of sadness, anger, confusion, and helplessness. apparently it was a home invasion at my uncle's cottage up in the mountains of tagaytay. someone shot him to death in his living room and stabbed his wife 6 times while she was showering. my aunt is in serious condition trying hard to recover while funeral plans for my uncle have already been made. and to think that i was up there at their house just 4 months ago sitting on their patio eating lunch and taking pictures.

dude, my wife & kids is the funniest show!!! yes, i'm watching the marathon tonight. did i just say ''dude"? anyway, damon wayans and tisha campbell found out that their son was "rollin down the street smokin endo sippin on gin and juice" (minus the gin, juice, and rollin down the street). so instead of lecturing him they decide to fuck with his mind while he's still high... like walking in slow motion, skipping words when they're talking, laughing at the tv while it's off. otay, so it doesn't sound funny with my delivery - bite me.

i don't know what's uglier, seeing wannabe generic brands of designer products or grace jones. this is what i've actually seen people wearing:

fila ---> fifa
prada ---> prava
kate spade ---> kate spate
bebe ---> bebe's

it's just so ugly.

food... i... need... ack!... food...

you know what's pretty annoying?

• when you're wearing red nail polish and everything you accidentally hit suddenly as a red streak on it. i.e. paper, white walls, ...
• the damn paint spots on my souvenir bell biv devoe "poison" t-shirt that will never go away
• when you're at a club and of the people to approach you, the first one has to be the "hi, i from glendale. where u live? u have boyfriend?" fob with the wreaking bad breath
• "what are you DOING?" "what are YOU doing?"

rose mcgowan is taking the place of prue on charmed! yay! she's hella hot. hopefully she'll spice up that show a wee bit more. i mean, c'mon, she was frickin engaged to marilyn manson. ever since that show started, i always thought shannen doherty seemed a bit off. i think it's cuz she doesn't look good. yep, that's what it is.

by the way, i was at q's last night (shuttup) and i happened to bump into the old irvine crew. this time marv and nic were accompanied by vianna and (coco) chanelle. she's such a sweetie. anyway, i'm dancing with marvin and he straight up grabbed my ass. it wasn't like one of those oops i brushed up against it, or oops i was dancing crazy and bumped into it... HE STRAIGHT UP GRABBED MY ASS! TWICE! should i feel violated? i guess, but nah! hehehehehe... he grabbed my ass! hehehehehe!

hamburger helper is a god-send for the gourmet-challenged. hence, i am fat.

just got home from my aunt's house. had to help her pack for her trip to italy with my lola today. upon eating my brunch at the kitchen counter i come across some pretty interesting stories with my 2 uncles.

1) i find out my 2 cousins in italy are modeling for benetton. these kids are like 4 and 6 years old. not to mention the youngest baby will be modeling too once she turns a year old. yeah, the sabino family is just that awesome.

2) apparently one of my uncles used to babysit me when he first came here from the philippines 23 years ago. according to him, all i ever said to him was "uncle bert, poo-poo".

3) my sister walks in the house and my uncles and lola start commenting on how much weight she's gained. so lola suggests that she not wear clothes that are too tight cuz she ends up lookin like suman. for those of you who don't know what suman is, it's a filipino dessert made of primarily sticky rice and sugar wrapped tightly in a banana leaf. so my sis has that edible look, i guess.

my sleeping pattern's pretty screwed up. i was snoozing for 2 hours this morning and i still couldn't get up. part of it has to do with the damn bird in the tree outside my window that was singing ALL FREAKING NIGHT. now this wasn't any ordinary bird. it had like 15 different melodies and at times it sounded like it was sampling from certain rap songs. die, you damn bird, die!

i was thinking last night that i haven't made a top 10 list since my junior year in college. on that note, here's:

TOP 10 THINGS THAT IRKED ME ABOUT THE TV SHOWS BACK IN DA DAY:
10. blossom
9. how come they never called out my name in romper room?
8. in tranzor z, how come that chick's missiles came from her erect boobies?
7. if gilligan and the skipper owned the boat, how come they never had a change of clothes?
6. was i the only child that watched barnaby jones and ironsides?
5. what ever happened to that cursed idol that got the brady's into so much trouble in hawaii?
4. benny hill never really spoke
3. what was up with that flying munchkin (gomer) on punky brewster's cartoon?
2. that whole incest issue with minh-may on robotech
1. you guessed it, frank stallone.

yes, quinn, i would give head to tyrone hill for the chance to sleep with kobe.

yesterday we had one cat. now we have three. after seeing how cute mine was my sis just had to go back and get one for herself. but what does she do? she comes back with two. stupid ho. but these poor little babies desperately needed a bath cuz their fur was infested with fleas!!!! i'm talkin bout hundreds here! we had to buy that sensitive shampoo for babies but it still didn't work! it killed some but the rest we had to pick off one by one. on all three kittens! damn this. not to mention i was getting grossed out at touching these tiny insects and drowning them one by one. and in my head i was thinking about scabbies and having their eggs embedded in my skin. yummy.

my mom and i just got home from the pet store to get a new set of freshwater fish, and what do we come home with??? --> a cat. yes, a cat. not exactly what we were lookin for but they were giving it to us for free and it was only 7 weeks old. my mom can't resist when it comes to white furry animals (though our bunny's black). but it's the cutest thing! it's 1/2 persian 1/2 something and has one blue eye and one green eye. the sex of this little creature is still to be determined. not that we can't tell just from looking at it's crotch, but it's sleeping right now and we don't want to bother it. i hope i'm not allergic to it.

exactly where this baby is gonna be sleeping is still unknown. my brother and i have been arguing over who gets to sleep with it (okay, that doesn't sound right). as of right now it sleeps with me. only because my bro's got the incense burning 24/7. who knows what else he's burning in there. (mental picture of sean's cat charles high on weed.)

so much for no more clubbing til july. my sis and her friend have vip passes to the century club tonight and they're insisting i go. fuck, i'd might as well go. only because we've got family friends from fremont down for the weekend and i'd rather be spending my saturday night drinking than sitting at a table with a retired couple that drives a porsche talking about how well their kids are doing.

is it just me or does Hill from the 76ers look a lot like skeletor???

i miss kristine.

here's the scenario painted by mendell upon knowing i wanted to sleep with kobe bryant:

"what if the only way you could sleep with kobe was to first give head to the ugliest man on earth AND let him cum all over your face and then you could fuck the shit out of kobe. would you do it?"

hmm... good question. but before i could even make a decision, i couldn't help but think about the cum dripping down my face.

(i'm still picturing it.)

last night sean and i had sex. did u believe me? didn't think so. anyway, we did however see dashboard confessional and i must say i really jock chris's fine ass. i wish i could put it into words, but sean does a better job of doing that. i wish i got that damn poster. shit.

i just killed a spider.

not to mention we met that villaraigosa guy at canter's last night. i know i'm ignorant when it comes to politics, but last night i felt HELLA dumb. the guy comes up to our table and the whole time i'm trying to remember if he was leaning on the table or not while sean goes on and on about hahn's negative campaign shit. and here's what i'm thinking..." i wonder if he has problems with his 5 o'clock shadow..." of course, i don't mention this to sean cuz he already thinks i'm weird as it is.

i wonder if channel 7 caught the back of my head as we were walking in the restaurant.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!

meet chris everyone. he's the dopest dude from michigan (and it's his birthday today... whoowee!). let me just tell you how dope he is. he flew the 3 of us girlies to ann arbor, MI to surprise kristine for her 25th bday. actually, he just charged it on his credit card and we paid him back. anyway, he was dope enough to offer amy and my sis a place to stay at his pad. how dope is he?! not to mention, he worked laboriously for 4 hours straight on his computer editing the video we made for the lil hooch. AND he treated us all to dim sum before we flew back. isn't he just dope?! so i say such dopeness should not go unrecognized.