so friday night sextyne, the crew, and i went over to national's in santa ana for billy's going away party. not bad at all. we bumped into the emo-king there too. lots of old kaba peeps i haven't seen in years.

my skin hurts. yesterday we went to disneyland to hang out with gil before he moves to hawaii. i got sunburned by the way. it was cool chillin with the g-spot, the country freak, beyonce, and q-lio. here are the highlights of the day:

* jen snapping the back of my thong and ripping it on the canoe ride.
* getting jumped in the back (cuz i like to take it from the rear) by mykee himself whom i haven't seen since i went up north last october.
* gil swallowing my hair on splash mountain (caught on picture by the way).
* beyonce almost falling on herself -- twice. cuz her feet hurt. suuuuuuure!
* jen asking me if i would lick a guy's ass while we're in line at roger rabbit.
* bumping into ed after the fireworks show.
* jen freaking out not wanting to ride the monorail cuz she was "scared". wtf? the girl rides space mountain and everything else and she's afraid of the monorail?
* jen: "why don't they play anything in ing-rish?" (at garden cafe) what a fob.
* quinn: "i know a mexican guy who doesn't speak english". good for you, quinn.

sandy, are you really bi??? that's awesome!

NEVER, EVER, EVER feed your cat friskies. it makes their shit smell like shit.

yes indeedie, i got a job. it's about frickin time. hopefully this will hold me up til i get an internship/part-time position at a recording studio. my instructor says it shouldn't be a problem getting one. i hope i don't have to sleep with him.

so the queen fob herself is coming home today. no clubbing girlfriend! her mom is soooo sweet. she's taking us out to dinner tonight for picking up "the daughter who lives with her boyfriend in texas". i hope tita celia doesn't read this. if she does, oh well.

oh my gosh! apparently it bothers several people that i like *nsync and enjoyed their concert. so instead of repeating myself thousands of times i will attempt to explain here:

1. i like music. all kinds of music. if it's something i haven't heard before and you wanna introduce it to me for the first time, most likely i'll like it.
2. i have respect for all artists, even if i personally think they suck or need a serious blow to the ego. cuz hey, music came from someone's creativity (or lack of) and that creativity is always up for criticism. i don't care how hard or easy it was to get their music out there. regardless, they're part of the music world and they did what they could and had to do to be heard. that, in my opinion, is dedication.
3. commercialized or not, it's still music. whether it's freestyle fellowship, blu cantrell, hooty & the blowfish, jodeci, garth brooks, dashboard confessional, etta james, p-frickin-ditty, mozart, or kenny g, they're all the same to me.
4. everyone is entitled to like whatever they want. it adds color to this boring and destructive world of ours.

so why, i ask, am i condemned for liking *nsync? putting sound and visuals together makes it all the more interesting. seeing an artist perform gives more of an adrenaline rush than listening to the rhythm coming out of your speakers. there's a signifant difference between listening to a song trying to break down all the parts and layers in your head and actually seeing every single instrument put to work live right in front of your face. i'd like to think that i listen to everything with an open mind and hope others do the same.

whew! i'm tired. so on that note, maybe i'll see you at the next *nsync concert? didn't think so. hey, i tried.

boba anyone?

somehow i just knew sean was gonna rip me up like that. and this is coming from the same guy who bought *nsync's madison square garden video tape at tower and had their acappella version of "silent night" on instant replay in my car. admit it sean, you luv them too.

i'm on *nsync overload. besides the fact that i'm losing my voice from all the teeny-bopper screaming (my ears are still ringing) and that i had only 4 hours of sleep before class because of the damn traffic at the rose bowl, i honestly have to say the $46.59 was money well spent. THAT WAS THE BEST SHOW I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. i'm talking about awesome performance, production, presentation (today's show was brought to you by the letter P), sound quality, everything! i'm still on a high.

cutest thing... all the little girls around us accompanied by their dads. their dads!!!
most frustrating... damn traffic.
most erotic... justin lying on his back and thrusting his pelvis up in the air. oooooooh yeah!
most impressive... the screen presentations, lasers, and transforming stage (TRANS-FORM-ERS! more than meets the eye...)
most heartwarming... the slow jams.
most x-rated... showing the keyboardist's girlfriend on the big screen without a bra.
most memorable... the harmonies. nuthing gets me jizzing more than tight harmonies.

i finally bought the album today. can you believe i waited a whole day after it was released to purchase it? what was i thinking. anyhoo, the album's tight --> from complex layered beats to soulful "brings a tear to my eye" ballads. man, those ballads are sweet. i'm such a sucker for slow jams. hey man, you can't go wrong with "selfish" produced by brian mcknight and STEVIE WONDER playing the harmonica on "something like you". when was the last time you heard a harmonica playing in a song? now that's something you don't hear everyday. ahhh! gets me all warm and fuzzy inside. this is the only boy group that has actual talent. almost all the songs are written by justin or jc. i still can't get this frickin smile off my face.

Justin's thank you's:
Pinky - I love you more and more each day and if all this stopped tomorow, I would be OK knowing that you would be by my side no matter what. I can't breathe without you. Don't ever forget that.
(i'm pinky in case you haven't figured that one out yet.)

i wanna throw up. ack! i will never eat balot in my life. never.

i'm depressed. no, i'm sad. actually i'm feeling a little nostalgic. i was studying by the window on the 3rd floor of the library this morning and i started to remember my irvine days when i used to walk to the bio sci library and read by the window. (*sniff*). got me all sad. i miss the irvine life... my friends i hardly see anymore... frickin tele... kaba for goodness sake... my freshman year... and the very first friend i made at uni-prep. (by the way, part of the campus was on fire yesterday.) yeah, i miss it all.

on a brighter note (depending on how you look at it), i get to see n'sync tonight along with other people who refuse to acknowledge the fact that they're fans and wish to remain unseen by the public eye but are still going. yeah, i'm talking about you, NANI and DEVANTE (alias for posterior's sake - mine, that is)!!! they're gonna kill me now, but at least i'll die laughing.

go justin!

our dog's racist and our cats are gay.

good lord! i gotta take some ebonics lessons from the pooty tang (whoever the hell that is).

and... my heat rash is acting up again. shnarf, shnarf.

i just love family parties. yesterday was JR's 13th birthday and once again my sister, brother, and i were in charge of the games. we thought we'd do something different this time so we made up a scavenger hunt. there were approximately 30 kids running around driving me nuts. i'm actually losing my voice from all the screaming. nevertheless, it was too funny. we had them embarassing themselves in front of relatives and family friends by singing n'sync songs, doing jumping jacks with their tongues sticking out, barking at JR's dog and telling my sister "your butt gets bigger and bigger every time i see you" all for the stupid passwords to continue to the next question. ahh yes, and we got it all on video tape.

not to mention we caught up with the extended side of the family whom we haven't seen in 11 years. i was talking with my aunt's brother-in-law cuz it seemed like no one wanted to hassle themselves trying to speak english straight to the only white man at the party. poor guy. anyway, his son's are hella fine! what do you expect... they're 1/2 white 1/2 filipino which means perfect skin, the best physical features, and all around gorgeous. they're only 12 and 11 years old and they've already got all these girls flocking to them. so anyway, as we were 'hangin with mr.cooper', my cousins decided to teach him nasty tagalog phrases to tell his wife tonight like "gusto ko cantoten ka" (i can't spell) which basically means "i wanna fuck you." it wasn't so much the phrase that cracked us up, but picture a middle-aged white man trying to conquer the filipino accent --> drunken, mind you.

so today i've dedicated this sunday afternoon to cleaning my dusty room (i'm allergic to dust). my windows were filthy and being the anal bitch that i am, i took the whole thing apart - sliding windows, screens, and all. bye bye, baby spiders ready to hatch from their pods. but wait! the outside of the window was full of crap so i went to the backyard to squeegie it. bad idea. on the way there i see that my dad's turned on the mist sprinklers. i couldn't find the switch to turn it off underneath all the bushes so i thought to myself, "fuck it. how wet could i get if i ran across?" i'm so stupid. i victoriously made it but as the pathway ended i realized the gate to the backyard was locked. so i'm standing there like an idiot happy that i made it across with minimum moisture, but eventually got drenched trying to unlock the damn gate. AGH!!!!!

all that just to clean my frickin windows.

now that my sitemeter's back up and running, i'd like to say thanks to quinn who at least tried to figure out what was wrong. them chinese always seem to know what they're doing. as for sean... a big BOOHOO to you for making fun of me. just remember who has the concave, dime-sized nipples. question: so if you're high beaming, do your nipples even out to the surface of your chest or do they finally stick out? hmm?

ooh hey! mr. trident tongue emailed me today! he..he..hehehe....

this morning my mom made me run a wild goose chase. not literally. i finished my lab early again (btw, i got the highest score in the class on our past midterm... yeah, i rock!) so it was off to the allstate office to pay the insurance bill. i totally have no idea where it is. my brother just said drive down garvey and you'll find it. i found it, but the damn office was closed. the hours said it opened at 9 a.m. and the watch on my arm said 10. what the frick is wrong with this picture. so i had to drive my ass to las tunas and look for another office still having no idea where that one was. after driving around in circles for 20 minutes i finally find it and what do i get greeted with? "ching chong chow ngo chi ni how mah" (i made that up, but that's how i interpretted what she said) "excuse me???" so i finally get that done and it's off to the social security office to get a form for my lolo. i get there, wait in line, and then get told i'm in the wrong line. fuck. so i grab a number and sit there picking my nose til #14 is called. once i get to the window i find out "we don't carry that form here". bite me. forget it, i'm off to mcdonald's.

who the fuck fucked with my fucking sitemeter?

i'm really enjoying the new layout of my hotmail account. shuttup. i'm easily amused.

ugh! you know what's sooo ugly? faded black cotton underwear from victoria's secret. yeah, my panties are looking a bit gray. actually, the only cotton panties that don't fade (i hate to admit that i even have these) are soen underwear from the philippines. yeah, i'm a fob. no... miss walang takut is a fob. what kind of name is walang takut???

chris lum gave us some free trident gum this past weekend. that's some pretty good stuff! tastes like the tongue of someone i macked out with a couple weeks ago. yuuuummmmmyyyyyyyyyy! speaking of mackin out, a certain friend of mine is having a going-away party cuz he's leaving for NYC to get his M.A. i'm debating if i should go or not. eh... whatever.

you know you're poor when you're scrounging around the kitchen lookin for something to satisfy your empty stomach and the only thing you could find for breakfast is a can of whole kernel corn. ahh! now we feast!

my hair's dark.

after attending the concert in san diego this weekend, shirl became an official n'sync fan! i knew it! in time we'll take over the world! eeeeeeeehehhehehehehe! eeeeeeehehehehehe! (that's my evil witch laugh, btw)

maricar: where can i find double sidded type?
me: ...?!!

like me, my sister thinks faster than she can speak. so instead of asking me, "where can i find double sided tape?", she comes out with the ugliest australian accent possible. by accident, of course. better australian, than filipino fob. yuck.

(still gushing.)

not to mention i visited lolo yesterday and once again he surprised the heck outta me:

lolo: which car did you use today?
me: mama's.
lolo: ahh. so your mama is working nights again.
me: yup.
lolo: so is your mama coming by tomorrow?
me: i dunno. maybe.
lolo: but isn't she off tomorrow? she worked nights monday and tuesday so she must be off tomorrow.
me: ...
lolo: it's getting late. don't you have to feed your dad?

how in the hell does he know her schedule when i'm the one living at home with my mom and i have no idea when she walks in and out of the house. i swear, he has psychic powers.

hey! good news! my brother got a job at kragen auto parts. why kragen? besides the obvious, one of the managers in training is a chick. woohoo for him then.

like i said, kristine called last night and bit my head off. i promised her i wouldn't go out until she gets here so i'll be fully rested. "no more alcohol please!" my voice is getting all raspy. i sound like baby t-boz.

i got out of class early today cuz i'm just that awesome. no, really, i am. i finished my lab first, my instructor listened to it, and he said it was "perfect". just like me! hahahaha! (i'm not kidding). hahahaha! i'm such a teacher's pet.

you're gonna be seeing a new website pretty soon! i've been working on my mine (it looks like a piece of crap right now), but i haven't had enough time to put into it lately. with my brother repainting his room and the computer being in there, it's been pretty difficult trying to simply enter the damn room. not to mention my lungs feel like they're gonna collapse from sitting in there for 5 minutes.

don't u just hate it when you get up from sitting down and your rag starts to gush right out? yeah, i call it gushing. i gushed earlier this morning. such a gross feeling.

whew! this weekend was way too tiring. kristine's gonna kill me, but i really don't feel like clubbing when she comes back home. (i expect a phone call from her now where she screams at me and bitches at how i took over her friends - too bad, they like me better! hahahahah!) seriously, i think i'm a little under the weather being that i was out this whole weekend and came home only to shower. BUT I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!! friday we took the michiganders to rock bottom at the spectrum where we met up with mel, nani, and the rest of the irvine crew. sorry, mel, if that dude was trying to hit on you. saturday we threw a surprise bday bbq for galvez at my sis's apartment. funny thing was quinn was the only one there to surprise him cuz everyone came later in the evening. and it wasn't even a surprise... quinn just so happened to be walking out of the bathroom at the right moment. it's cool, quinn, i won't tell anyone you violated the bathroom. by 7pm we had a good crowd forming in the living room where rex entertained us with his guitar skills. that boy can play ANYTHING on his guitar! my cousins and my bro challenged him with every song possible... from stone temple pilots to the philippine national anthem. truly a gifted genious!

michael comments: "forget burning cds. let's burn him!"

since he plays everything by ear, i requested he show us how to play "good love" by jodeci. i don't know anyone who knows how to play that song. (my fingertips are still throbbing at this very moment.) anyway, all 20 of us left for the century club by around 9:45 where we stayed til it ended. yesterday we ended up going to the rose bowl cuz the michiganders wanted to take souvenir pics of plaques where MI won the super bowl (like i care) but we took some cool pics inside and outside. tourists we were. then it was over to the loft by the airport where we partook in awesome hawaiian food... screw the hawaiian food, i wanted to eat one of the waiters. and then they left (*sniff* *sniff*). til we see you again for new years, guys! vegas is on!

ahhh the power of 3-way. we connected mel in LA, shirl in san diego, kristine in texas, amy in brea, and me in rosemead just so we could smurf about our new adventures and what not. whenever the original starwhores roomies smurf together for a 5-way it becomes nothing but raucous with mel being the loudest (aka boss of the girls) and shirl being the mute smurf. what we talk about always remains among the 5 of us. if any information accidentally leaks out, it could be direly detrimental to our smurf-being. (is there such a word as direly???) anyhoo, it was then that i found out that I TRULY AM NANI'S FAVORITE!!! i am victorious! i knew it! i knew it! i could die tomorrow and say i've lived a complete life. not really.

long live peter pan!

dude, girlfriend has serious issues.

my mom called me at 7 a.m. (right as i'm about to step out the door to go to class) to remind me to feed the cats... and the fish... and the bunny... and the dog. dang, do we really have that many pets? it's like a fucking zoo in this house. the only thing we're missing is a monkey. wait a minute.. we're filipino.. we're all monkeys.

a fellow kaba member told my sister that i'm cool, but i talk too fast when i get excited. i thought i talked fast all the time? dang, he must be hearing me in hyperspeed or something. i wonder if i could make his ears bleed.

i'm getting a little light-headed from inhaling the primer my brother's putting on his bedroom walls right now. i should leave but i kinda like it. not to mention i was spackling all the holes in his wall and i'm wondering why all the holes are small slash marks instead of dots. i find out it's from the man-made/leftover garage parts ninja star he made back in gradeschool. that was when he actually ran around in his black ninja pajamas, covered his face with a black cloth showing only his eyes, and ran around proclaiming he was a ninja. damn that nintendo. damn that ninja gaiden.

do i really not look 25? crap. either i look hella older than my sister (who's 29) or i look like i'm still in high school. either way i know i don't act 25 so who gives a rat's ass (mel does).

i'm such a nerd. i actually sat in the front of the class today and asked questions. since when did i participate in curriculum? i mean, i figure it's more interesting to ask why there's like a 6 second delay before your voice is broadcasted live when calling a radio station compared to wondering how neurotransmitters and action potentials are related (shows how much info i've retained from neurobiology - i don't even know what i'm talking about). you know what? screw all the medical related fields. all it is is a title you can brag about when no one really cares about how many people you've sedated, how many patients you accumulate, nor how many trips to europe you've made in the past year. yeah i used to be medically driven, but when i actually opened my eyes to all the other opportunities out there that i'd actually enjoy... MY GOD!!! endless possibilities. i'm not saying i don't respect doctors and nurses (heck my mom's an RN), it's just that why do most parents encourage their kids to become doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc. when i have kids i'm gonna encourage them to be in cirque de soleil.

michigan people are just so damn awesome - not to mention good looking! so many fine guys at leo & hazel's wedding! woo woo! i've never seen so many single guys and girls participating in the bouquet and garter toss. i'm gonna marry a michigan man, i swear. that must have been the funnest wedding i've ever gone to. i think it was the hawaiian dancers shakin their thangs that made me drool, along with legend entertainment dj-ing. it gave me a chance to talk to icy ice about the whole radio industry. he's so nice. anyway, yesterday was cool too cuz we hung out at o sushi in brea followed by movie night --> kiss of the dragon. jet li rocks! (it was either that, or pooty tang).

hey, today was my first day of class! for the first time in my life i'm actually excited about school and homework. yes, i said homework. i've already learned how to control a console that's used at radio stations and recording studios. my teacher says once i learn how to work that, i can operate the more complicated stuff easily. AND i get to produce my own segment at the end of the quarter. what's cool about this class is there's only 13 people enrolled and we get to learn about each other on a more personal level. there's this chick in my class that plays the jazz guitar and is taking the class so that she can record her own music and eventually create her own recording studio in her house. it's cool to finally meet people who understand and share the same passion as me.

so i leave you with this question my brother asked me earlier:
if you had a dick and were still a female, would you go around telling each person you met "hey, i have a dick" or would you rather walk around with a laundry basket over your head?

THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE! chris and galvez are at the embassy suites in brea right this very moment!! go michigan! despite the long flight, waking up early, and nasty weather, they still have enough energy to have dinner with us (that's cuz i woke them up from their nap). woohoo! who cares! and i finally get to meet irene! this is just too much excitement. i think i wet myself.

meefin grox. test new sprain?

something's bothering me. i was at a friend's residence yesterday for the koinonia church bbq and they happened to be talking about the new pastor and her views on homosexuality. apparently she's for same-sex marriages, which i think is great, but not everyone agrees with me. according to them, it's against the teachings of the bible, though homosexuality itself is embraced by the methodist church. that doesn't make sense. if they're so accepting of homosexuality and the physical aspect that takes place, then what's the big deal with same-sex marriages? it just seems hypocritical.

what the f*ck is this???

i can't believe how many people actually responded to that email questionnaire. here's an idea: since sean wants to be a rock star, kristine a pop diva, beyonce an n'sync back up dancer, kyon a hip hop dancer and kevin an mtv vj with mel... i suggest kristine collaborate with sean to get high so she can pick up some dancing skills, kyon and beyonce work out a "nasty" routine, and kevin and mel host mtv in tagalog. yeah that would be cool.

so my bro and i are chillin with our lolo over at the nursing home and lolo starts saying the funniest shit. this is upon admiring my toes:

lolo: what do u put on your toes?
me: it's purple nail polish, lolo.
lolo: ahh. on my feet i put medicine.
me: that's just great.

not to mention while we were having this conversation, the resident from across the way was sitting in the hallway singing at the top of his lungs "you are my sunshine"... AND "ave maria". anyway, i luv my lolo. he's the most humble man you'll ever meet. he's the greatest lolo in the world! did i mention he's 91? 9 more years til he reaches the 3 digits. woohoo!

hey, since i can't put up any pics yet (cuz i don't know how) i jacked a couple of pics. take a lookie... remember my friend jennifer diaz? she's on the far left. and this is who i was gonna set up man with (in black).

sorry, i couldn't resist, but this is the best one yet! sean, you whore!

roselie, did i tell you i hate you for sending me this? you WILL die a
horrendous death by sharks or africanized killer bees, or a combination
of
both.

love
-sean

1. LIVING ARRANGEMENT?
a crackhouse on the corner of Melrose and Irving, just on the edge of
ghetto
LA.

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
"The Simpsons and Philosophy: The D'oh of Homer" (btw roselie, Vibe is
NOT a
book; it's a magazine.)

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
mousepad? what's that?

4. FAV' BOARD GAME
what is "fav"? board games suck ass. where i'm from, we call 'em BORED
GAMES, cause the people that play them are usually losers.

5. FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
and why do you spell "favourite" with a "u"? are you secretly canadian
roselie?

6a. FAVOURITE SMELLS?
the scent of my cat's crumb-laced starfish in my face when i wake up in
the
morning.

6b. LEAST FAVOURITE SMELLS?
the scent of my cat's crumb-laced starfish in my face when i wake up in
the
morning. (oh roselie, i thought you LOVED armpit smell?)

7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
what kind of question is THAT?

8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
cramps. yes, definitely cramps. that and the comedown off a mad speed
high.

9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE
MORNING?
give me cancer now, god.

10. FAVOURITE COLOUR?
all god's colors are beautiful.

11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
i never answer the phone, that's what i bought the answering machine
for.

12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
Roselie, which in Swahili means "wild orchids in the mist".

13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE?
living out YOUR dreams... not what others expect of
you. <-- i like roselie's answer. i would also add to that Thanksgiving
dinners with your estranged parents in the house you grew up in, and
Pooty
Tang.

14. FAVOURITE FOOD?
food schmood, it's all overrated.

15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
how can polar bears swing on vines with the gorillas? please.

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
ok.

17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
i sleep with a bunch of old socks stuffed into one large, mega-sock --
does
that count?

18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY?
violence in nature is ALWAYS cool.

19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
why does that question sound so FOBBY? i drove a Datsun, 'nuff said.

20.IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE?
the late Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols.

21.FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
me can't drink alcohol. it makes my stomach burn.

22.DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?
i eat everything.

23.IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT BE?
rock star, biaaaaaatch!

24.IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOUR WHAT COLOUR WOULD IT BE?
blonde, like a white boy.

25.EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
ok.

26.IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?
you're a glass.

27.FAVOURITE MOVIES?
My Own Private Idaho; Yellow Submarine; The Exorcist; anything that
Roselie
hates.

28.DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT
WHAT THE FUCK!?

29.WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
i sleep on a couch in a van down by the river. there is nothing under
my
couch.

30.WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
people actually have favorite NUMBERS...?

31.FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH?
anything but basketball.

32.SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS.
hmmmm... is that a rhetorical question?

33.PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND.
no one. cuz no one cares. <-- HUZZAH!

34.PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND.
everyone. cuz no one responds to email anymore. except for Sean of
course,
for Sean has no life.

Do You Yahoo!?
No. i do not Yahoo.

okay i just HAD to put this up!! this is my brother's response to the same email:

1. LIVING ARRANGEMENT?
bahay with parents

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
tuesdays with morrie

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
the mouse and my dick

4. FAV' BOARD GAME?
taboo...if its a board game

5. FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
cratsfield

6a. FAVOURITE SMELLS?
good pussy.......women's hair.......my cum......lea and perrin's......and grox.........

6b. LEAST FAVOURITE SMELLS?
bad pussy.......my finger......m.

7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
someone saying....KAA!....or TANG INA.....or pupunta ba tayo doon?......

8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
bein cheated on

9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE
UP IN THE MORNING?
man my dick's hard

10. FAVOURITE COLOUR?
grey

11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
tang ina who cares

12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
dont know yet

13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE?
to love or else u'll die....(tang inang morrie)

14. FAVOURITE FOOD?
various pooke......and tommy's burgers

15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
no thank you....not today

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
hell tang inang yea

17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
hindi

18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY?
wet

19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
82 supra that finally died

20.IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO
WOULD IT BE?
my dad's dad

21.FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
budweiser

22.DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?
sure....y not

23.IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT
BE?
to be a stripper...so everyone can see my big dick

24.IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOUR WHAT COLOUR
WOULD IT BE?
im not stupid

25.EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
if love is to be loved in returned......then no

26.IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?
its clear.....tang ina who cares....be thankful its there....we're running short on water nowadays

27.FAVOURITE MOVIES?
tuesdays with morrie....matrix...heat.....devil's advocate....casino....scarface.......and one with lots of pussy


28.DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT
how in da hell.....who phrased this question.....it doesnt even have a question mark at the end

29.WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
lots of baby spiders...they're my friends

30.WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
2......wuts wrong with being second

31.FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH?
racing

32.SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU
THIS.
tang ina mo

33.PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO
RESPOND.
tang ina who cares

34.PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO
RESPOND.
oe...cuz she was the one who sent this to me........................tang ina lates

latest email i received from ry. just thought i'd share with the rest of the world how strange he is.

1. LIVING ARRANGEMENT?
An in-law apartment in Daly City...okay the basement.

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Entertainment Weekly

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
A permanent marker accident

4. FAV' BOARD GAME
Ouija

5. FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
Men's Health

6a. FAVOURITE SMELLS?
Johnson's & Johnson's Baby Cologne, Hot female pheremones

6b. LEAST FAVOURITE SMELLS?
Unshowered

7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
Laughter

8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
Being alone.


9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE
UP IN THE MORNING?
Eight months ago: I gotta brush my teeth Present-day: I gotta brush my teeth...then have a cigarette

10. FAVOURITE COLOUR?
Blue

11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
Two

12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
Girl: Selah Others: Who cares...Selah is the best!

13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE?
Peace of mind, then love.

14. FAVOURITE FOOD?
Japanese.

15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Choco-nilla

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
Yes

17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
TSH! Whatever...that was last year!

18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY?
Kind of a "scary cool"... like "don't mess with me...I'm the storm...and I'm stormin down the lane, scaredy!"

19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
Brick red Nissan Sentra

20.IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO
WOULD IT BE?
Marilyn Monroe

21.FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Kamikaze

22.DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?
Yes

23.IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT
BE?
Sitcom Producer

24.IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOUR WHAT COLOUR
WOULD IT BE?
How bout some nice Yellow?

25.EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Who knows then?

26.IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?
Half empty

27.FAVOURITE MOVIES?
Clue, Back to the Future Trilogy


28.DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT
Yes

29.WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Shoes

30.WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
10

31.FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH?
Football. And then everything else.

32.SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU
THIS.
She has clear pores.

33.PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO
RESPOND.
Tromes.

34.PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO
RESPOND.
Liam Neeson. He refuses to admit that we are good friends.

now if you'll excuse me, it's time for tromes to respond to the email.

I AM NANI'S FAVORITE.

i have so much to say...

first of all, friday night jen, jeff, and i headed over to miyagi's just cuz we had nothing better to do. just to make the night interesting, we played that game of who could get the most numbers in a 45 minute time period. i lost... again... by one point. funny thing is, i'm thinking of actually calling one of the guys i met that night. mind you i said i'm still thinking about it.

second... jarad is the cutest in the world! i can't believe all the people that turned out for his party. that's the first time i've seen a kid mouth the words to the happy birthday song while people were singing it to him. HE'S SO CUTE!!! i wanna bite him.

third... i rescheduled the date with jeff to go clubbing with dex and emma (from SF) only cuz i see her like once a year. jeff and his friends met up with us at the century club too. according to my sis, jeff asked her if he "was in" since he's already met the family and my friends. my answer... no. it takes a lot more than that to get "in". (all men must pass the "brother" test. if my bro doesn't like him, then screw it. fyi: just because my brother talks to you doesn't necessarily mean he likes you.) plus he still needs approval from the queen whore kristine.

fourth... as we were driving over to the century club, emma and i were vibing on certain "requirements" that need to be met from men. i've been kind enough to be open minded about meeting anyone, but i've realized from now on they NEED to have the following:
1) they must have a love for R&B... if you don't know who brian mcknight, musiq soulchild, jill scott, maxwell, and d'angelo are, then you must go directly to hell. don't pass go and don't collect $200.
2) they must have rhythm!!!!!. no exceptions whatsoever. a guy can be cute/fine/sexy/whatever, but if he's got no rhythm then he's got no game.
3) they must be taller than me. yes jen, no little gossiping dwarfs allowed.

fifth... i danced with this cute mexican yesterday ~~> CARLOS! how sexy is that?! that boy has rhythm up the ass! honestly i was jocking his friend more only because he wasn't one of those typical looking filipino guys. i think it was the big hair. AND he danced just as well as dex who was the best dancer there i tell ya. hip hop, salsa, booty, trance... you name it, he's got the moves. nothing turns me on more than a guy who's got dancing skills. (again, refer to #2 up above.)

lastly... emma says that if there are a group of girls at a club with only one guy, then people must think he's either a pimp or he must be gay. sorry dex. that goes for the retired q-dogg too.