how the hell does my site come up as the primary site when you do a search for "ebonics lessons" on alltheweb.com?

since today was the official "waste my life away" day, i decided to do something meaningful and worthwhile so i jumped in my car and headed out to lolo's. i must have spent the whole afternoon there cuz when i arrived i put on the sun visor for my car and when i was leaving, my car was completely covered in shade. nevertheless, i love spending quality time with him.

lolo: the word tagalog comes from "taga ilog".
me: of the river?
lolo: yes. just like riverside. but there aren't many filipinos in riverside.
me: hahahahaha! i thought we were talking about the philippines?
lolo: i am. too bad riverside doesn't have a nearby river.

now i know where i get my weirdness from. dang, he taught me so much today... about capangpangan, tagalog, and pangasinan (like i spelled any of those right). i also found out Alejandro Pascual, a spanish priest, is one of my ancestors explaining the spanish blood i have. AND Wenceslao Pascual was the old governor of Rizal. whoohoo!!! i have a cool history! i'm just wondering about the sabino side of my family. how the hell did i get an italian last name? (not to mention i look chinese) anyway, we spent hours talking about our history, the war, God (my lolo's very religious), my friends...

me: hey! remember my friend joanie from high school?
lolo: ahhh..................... yeah!
me: well, she's getting married tomorrow!
lolo: to what nationality?
me: jeff's japanese.
lolo: hahahahahahahah!
me: (i don't get it)

seriously, my lolo cracks me up. i was sitting there staring at him as we were talking and my eyes started to water as i thought about the day he wouldn't be around anymore. i had to keep blinking to prevent the tears from falling. damn, i love him so much.

QUINN!!! give me my damn condoms back!

so my sister and i met up with quinn, man, ann, and tony last night at Q's. i miss those guys. i think i only see them once a year for quinn's bday. anyway, i had fun pokin at man, walking around with ann to check out the guys, telling quinn his shirt looks like he bought it from forever 21, and tony... well, i haven't bonded with him yet. good times. lot of fun.

labor day weekend pretty much starts today for some people. i'll be at my best friend from high school's wedding on saturday, probably leading the praise & worship songs at church on sunday, mayan sunday night (if i don't have work), and pickin my nose on monday. meanwhile, my friends will be chillin in vegas getting tans by the poolside, clubbing like crazy, and enjoying the free alcohol in the casinos. lucky bastards. sucks to be me.

hey pocho! check out the local alberto's. maybe they'll hire you there! ahahahahah!

sherwin gave me a tour of the music department yesterday. i was so in awe at all the latest musical equipment that school has. makes me want to take lessons again. sherwin suggests i take drum lessons like what he's doing at citrus college. hmm... i don't know. i don't even have a drum set. even if i did, where the hell would i put it? damn. and i passed by a jazz ochestra class and OH MY GOSH!!! my mouth dropped to the floor!

time for boba.

who the heck from UCI is reading my weblog? do i know you? (do i still know anyone that goes there? i think they all graduated already.) expose yourself! uh... that sounds kinda gross. email me or sumthin. i'm really curious.

my bubble has just gotten bigger. much appreciated thanks to you.

i am deeply honored and privileged to be kevin nadal's PROFILE OF THE WEEK. i will, however, kick his ass for jacking that picture from kristine or chris. you just HAD to embarass me like that, didn't you? yes, i must say, you truly are a whore.

revenge will come... oh yes it wil... muahhahaahahaha!

btw, i have just been informed by quibuyen himself that (regarding my 3:51 p.m. post on 8/25)...

1) "In reference to one of your latest entries below, you should add that even after a professional hand car wash, food chunks were still stuck behind the passenger door handle. hahhahaa."
2) "the correct spelling is jagermeister"
3) "it wasn't a glass vase that i broke... it was a stolen half-yard beer glass from the Yard House."

yes, kids, this is why weed is better than alcohol.

i'm seriously, badly sunburnt. my sister and i spent the whole day with our godsons at california adventure and once again i stupidly didn't put on any sunscreen, not because i forgot, i just didn't want to. told you i was stupid. so now my shoulders and chest have an almost permanent outline of the tank top i was wearing. add to that 2 lines on each of my shoulders, one from the tank top and the other from my bra. oh... and the two-toned colored boobs i now have with the top portion looking baked and the bottom portion looking raw. (*sniff*... ouch.)

anyway, i just can't tell you how fun it is talking and spending time with kids. my godson marcus, 4, and my sister's godson matthew, 5, (they're brothers and our nephews) cracked me up the whole day. from them crying at the bugs life show to them thinking the main attraction at california adventure were the ducks in the water, we were highly entertained simply by spending quality bonding time with them. who cares if i spent an hour and a half in line at that grizzly water ride only to find out marcus was too short to ride. who cares if my skin feels like it's gonna fall off because it's sunburnt. who cares if my toes were stepped on 7 times. who cares if my body was hella sticky from the heat. it was all worth it just seeing those kids smile.

"it's a sad day in the world of r&b", says ry. he called me while i was at work tonight to let me know that aaliyah died in a plane crash. he also told me hype williams was aboard the plane and died as well, although the article doesn't mention his name. why do accidents like this happen? she's such a young, talented, and beautiful lady. makes me so sad.

fyi: aaliyah in arabic means one of the best, gifted and talented... and that she truly is.

whoa. i just saw my weblog on the 10 most recently updated logs. hehe... funny. okay, so it's not. shut up. hangover's still lingering.

I HATE THROWING UP. it's all your fault quibuyen! normally i'm good with one strong hurricane, but last night add to that a shot of yeagermeister (sp?) and 1 1/2 drinks of adios mutherfucker. i haven't been that tossed since my bday 2 years ago when i was worshipping the porcelain god. damn, that was painful. anyway, i'm sitting here with a slight hangover trying to recollect all the events of last night at rock bottom. i remember some dude trying to stick his finger in my belly button, crouching near a potted plant at the valet preparing to yack, sitting shotgun with viana driving us back, my head sticking out the window and the black dude coming up to me and kissing my head, yacking all over the outside of the phat ride, hugging quibuyen's toilet (btw, that was the cleanest mens toilet i have ever seen), sticking my head in a huge garbage bag, falling asleep with my head in the garbage bag, hearing glass break b/c someone thought they could do baton twirls with a huge glass vase (i don't think so, buddy), and then i think i passed out from there. uggghhhhh.... my stomach's not feeling good right now. i need boba.

oh yeah, happy birthday to mike matsunaga! he's such a sweetie.

i don't wanna go to work.

went to gabbah last night with the 3 mikes and jimmy (no, not from dbs... he can suck my toe). i haven't been there since ... oh my gosh... sean's bday 2 years ago! by the end of the night my hair smelled like a combination of cigarette smoke and weed.

i'm such a clutz (is that a real word?). anyway, yesterday morning i painted my toenails right before i left for class b/c i hate wearing slippers or open-toed shoes without having painted toenails. i was so careful walking around the house trying not to bump my feet against anything or even rub it against the carpet. but right before i'm about to head out the door, i stupidly drop my keys right on my big toe scratching the red nail polish AND creating a blood clot right where the nail starts to grow. OUWEEE! it's not even red anymore... it's black.

i forgot to mention yesterday morning that i finally learned the names of the daily joggers i see at almansor park. there's this old man (rod) i see every time i go jogging and i actually got to talk to him a bit. it's amazing what you can learn from someone several years your senior. he was telling me about his children and grandchildren and the stupid decisions they make, how his parents died at a young age, how he put himself through school, the marines, how he met his wife... anyway, he was giving me advice on my future and how to achieve personal happiness by comparing my life to his other 25 year old grand-daughter who has no job, hasn't finished school, and does nothing but party. he's such a sweetie. who'd think that this complete stranger would actually care about me?

GIRL!!!! what is goin on with your daily vaginal references? you need a good f@#%ing. HA!

i finally met "sahn-dra", the curvaceous latina my brother is so into. i came home and i saw this woman chillin in my brother's room. umm... okay. looks like my parents adore her cuz she's so damn beautiful. i have to admit, she's pretty dope. my brother totally deserves her.

my daily adventure: one of the bulbs in my room is out. i asked my dad to change it, but he said he had to eat dinner first. man! being the impatient bitch that i am, i decide to change it myself (even though i can't reach) because i couldn't function at all without any light in there. i go to the garage to look for the right bulb, and what do i do? i drop a perfectly good one and it shatters to pieces near my foot almost cutting my toe off. (flashbacks of uni-prep 1994 and severing my left calf.) so anyway, i look for a broom to clean up the mess and what do i find? the filipino hair broom that works well for picking up dust only. crap. i'm already starting to sweat b/c it's burning hot in the garage since our the garage door won't open b/c it's broken. obviously that broom didn't work. then i remembered the real broom was out in the front yard. damn! so i had to go back into the house, through the kitchen, out the front door, to the front yard, back into the kitchen, and back to the garage just to sweep up the mess i made. AGH! it's finally cleaned and i'm looking for another bulb only to find there are no more!!! grrrrrrrr... the only one left was a 3-way light bulb which i was forced to use. i'm thinking, "how different could it be?".

it's currently looking like las vegas in my room now. not only does it illuminate my room, but also the hallway and the front portions of my parents' and brother's room.

crap.

got home a little over an hour ago from comedy night at dublin's. i thought it was going to be pretty lame, but when i saw darrell hammond walk on stage i was like "no way!". i luv SNL!!! he made my night. the other comedians were hilariously too. if only i could remember their names. one of them has a new show that will be following friends next season. anyway, i've never been to a comedy night, ever. the kaba comedy night after events don't count.

wanna hear something scary? okay, so it's not really scary... just traumatizing. on my way to my sister's pad i happened to drive by the scene of an accident. it must have happened no more than 5 minutes prior to me approaching the corner. this white car was the victim of a hit and run. the front was totally smashed in, glass everywhere, and a crowd was already starting to form. as i turned the corner and passed the car, the passengers were being escorted out by quite a few people who stopped to help get them all out of the car. the driver, a small asian girl probably a few years younger than me, was limping and moaning in pain with blood continuously dripping down her face. it was the scariest thing i had ever seen, mixed with feelings of sympathy, shock, and disbelief. i wanted to stop and help, but what could i do? i don't have any first aid skills... i didn't even have tissue in my car to try to clean her up a bit. man, i still can't get that image out of my mind.

crack whore. me? ho like tendencies??? you really wanna know who's a ho? well, i'll tell ya! there's this girl i know, let's call her k. magat for anonimity's sake... no scratch that, we'll go with kristine m. this chick just so happens to fall asleep in between 2 armenian guys in rosarito. explain that one, doll. oh, what about the time of the spop sleep over... ? hahhahha!!!! and who could forget the oh-so-lovable alakine? let's just seduce him on the dance floor at my sister and dad's combined bday party, sit on his lap, feed him french fries, and leave good-ol-rose to bail you out when he calls the next day asking for your number. shall i go on? nah... let's just wait for her response first.

i have to admit, girlfriend, you were right about miss "ho activities" herself. does no one believe me? take a gander at her orgasm issues then.

i luv these chicks too much. *muah!*

steve wants to go to dublin's for comedy night tonight. why not. see ya there?

dude, there are some really strange people at pcc. first there's the old guy who sat in front of me for my 1 o'clock class. at first i was thinking, "why can't he sit still?". then i noticed he rarely picked his head up. it was always tilted down toward his left shoulder. so gabriel, who's to my left, asks him, "so... what's wrong with you?". what an asshole. but the guy kindly told us that his parachute failed many years ago when he jumped out of a plane for training. he was falling at a very fast speed and then collided into another parachuter on the way down. they both crashed to the ground, but he was in a coma for 9 months! my goodness!!! so now he's on disability for the rest of his life, which he says is not a very "fun" vacation as most people would assume. btw, his name's jason. anyway, gabriel and i sat there with jason for about 20 minutes and talked about how he had an awesome radio voice. this is the main reason why he's in school. apparently everyone he knows has been telling him this too...

so part 2: i couldn't help but notice there were an incredible amount of fobs in my class. "are all these people taking radio production too?" hmm... my instructor finally walks in, introduces himself, and states "this is telecom 1". all the fobs simultaneously get up and start to collect their stuff. "ees dis naht ESL?" poor things... someone was messing with them and told them all to go to the wrong room.

part 3: i'm standing in line to get into the bookstore and i notice the guy to my left is talking and laughing to himself. i'm looking for an earpiece or maybe a tiny cell phone in his hands, but his hands were empty! okay, what's wrong with this picture? i didn't want to stare so i'd occasionally look back to see if he was laughing at something funny he just remembered, but the guy was still talking to himself... and smiling! note to self: RUN, ROSELIE, RUN!!!

my sister slept with steve the other night. hehehe...

hahahaha! guess who i have class with?! ---> SHERWIN! ahhahaha! this is gonna be one interesting video controls lab. except for the token kiss ass in the class that pisses everyone off. that chick does nothing but laugh at all the instuctor's jokes (the ones that aren't even funny) and make stupid comments that aren't even related to the topic being discussed. i'm gonna kick her soon. stupid ho.

ooh hey! i made more friends at work today! of course they're gay, but who cares! they're awesome. and there's this one guy jessie who walked me to the car... he's pretty dope... and cute... hehehe. i'm gonna rape him.

"mah fren" noilyn is back from ny!!! she's my church buddy! i haven't seen her since... i don't know. whatever. so for fellowship today we did the usual... catch up on what's been going on with people i haven't heard or seen from. that chick's got all the latest news! hahahaha! anyway, we're supposed to have dinner with the young adult group from church sometime before she goes back. that'll be interesting. the last time we all got together was for our christmas show 2 christmas's ago. speaking of which, my cousin joey, the praise singing director, asked me to join in leading the praise singing with him and the youth. that'll be weird. can you imagine me standing up in front of the congregation, trying to convince them to stand up and clap their hands???... and sing at the same time? uhhh... we'll see about that. yes, we shall definitely see...

MY BROTHER GOT A CAR!!! although it's not what he truly deserves, it makes him very happy. he found it in the auto trader and has been dying to get it since last week. it's a black 1993 (i think) integra. stick shift too! after we get the brakes fixed he's gonna take me to the rose bowl where he can teach me how to race! hahahaha... j/k. i don't race. in fact, i drive like an old lady. i finally get to learn how to drive stick! i remember ed trying to teach me freshman year at corona del mar and i stalled his car like 3 times. he never let me drive it again.

you know what's pretty frustrating? spending all this time trying to resize a couple of pictures to put on your weblog and just when you think you've finally gotten it right, it screws you up the ass like someone jamming a baseball bat up your bunghole.

FIRECRACKER FIRECRACKER SIS BOOM BAH! i luv that place!!! i'm definitely coming back. kinda reminds me of GABBAH on melrose. real hip hop, chill crowd - very mixed crowd, live jazz band playing downstairs... I LUV IT!!! did you know the stamp they put on the back of your hand looks like a firecracker penis? hehehehe... not really... but in my head i make it look like one.

dang that alicia keys! she's awesome... even my dad says she's fine! wtf? seriously, much props to her for accomplishing so much by the age of 20. makes me wanna continue piano lessons again. no. scratch that. i had such bad experiences with my piano teachers. first there was virginia... this old lady about my height (i was 5 at the time) who always anticipated the next measure before i got there. slow down woman! next was louise who had the eternal bad breath. i had to hold my breath in that cramped up room for a 1/2 hour once a week. kill me now. the next one was francene... she's so cute and petite but i didn't learn much from her. then there was vonna.... she's just weird. damn weird. are all musicians on crack?

aragaghhahhghahharah! stupid blogger kept giving me the "web site not responding" crap each time i tried to change something on my template. it's 1:41am and i refuse to go to sleep until it's fixed. jason was kind enough to email me and tell me my links weren't working. it freaked me out though because it's cricket-chirping quiet in my house and all of a sudden aol yells out "YOU'VE GOT MAIL!!!". i almost pissed in my pants.

dude, they weren't kidding when they told me that everyone who shops at banana is gay. okay, so not everyone. most of my coworkers are though. anyway, i had my orientation yesterday in studio city and it bored the hell out of me. six hours of videos and nonstop talking about what the company stands for, how to sell, types of fabric, pleats or no pleats... god, how does my sister put up with this every fricking day??? the upside to it all? well, since i passed my quiz at the end of orientation, i get one free item before i start work. ONE FREE ITEM!!! i'm gonna get the most expensive jacket i can find. plus i get 50% off, for myself only, and 30% off for other people. aren't you lucky to be my friend? anyway, i'm not too thrilled about this job, but hey, it's a job with a lot of flexibility considering my ugly school schedule.

so i visited lolo again today and we talked for an hour or so about what's been happening over in the nursing home, how his roommate fell, the hula dancers that came to entertain them today, how my uncle's weaksauce (his son), the new CRNA that calls him "pascualito!" or "compadre!", my educational goals, his catheter and his daily issues with it, you know, the usual. just sitting there talking to him made me feel so at home, relaxed, and oblivious to all my problems. i am so lucky to have him around... and he's 91!!! can you believe that?!?! he totally supports all my academic decisions and my dreams. (psst! i'm his favorite grandchild! hehehe.) anyway, i luv him like crazy.

why hasn't anyone been telling me i've been using "wreaks" instead of "reeks"??? hmm??? i really hate misspelled words and bad grammar.

so today i spent the whole day helping my cousin arby burn some cd's and create a design for the "cd stomper" (how nerdy) which he's going to give to his girlfriend. who would have thought it would take 7 hours to finish the damn thing. every time i left him alone he'd call me over and tell me he fucked it up. what a dork. so we ended up playing a "name that tune" game and i rocked! since he was making a slow jam cd, he was quizzing me on all these songs (songs he doesn't know the title of or artist for that matter) and i was breezing through them like the way i eat boba. I AM THE MASTER OF SLOW JAMS!!! hahahahaha! okay, not funny. jump up my ass.

baptist?!! please don't devirginize the poor guy.

don't you hate it when you're eating crackers and tiny crumbs unknowingly fall in between the crack of your boobs and you later on feel something painfully scratching away at you. ahh yes, that's why i like jello.

it's torture... sheer and utter torture!... driving that station wagon of ours in this unbearable heat. lemme just break it down for ya:
1) RED 1979 chevrolet caprice classic station wagon. nuff said.
2) no air conditioning. feels like someone breathing "hahhhhhhhh" down the back of my neck during the whole ride.
3) spedometer's broken. but don't worry, it doesn't run past 40 mph.
4) the radio's permanently fixed on KBIG 104.3 so i was stuck listening to the "noon-time disco workout!" (joyous bliss for me!)... and jon secada! ack!
5) the manual brake won't go down unless you press the magic button behind the pedal.
6) the seats are cracked so i have nothing but peach foam fuzz chillin on my ass.

why do i put myself through such torture you ask? because stupid me made a doctor's appointment at noon when i forgot that my brother doesn't get out of class til 1:00. i was so desperate though! i thought my left eye was going blind (and yet i drove myself to the appt.). so anyway i find out that the slope of my left cornea has shifted which is why my contact won't stay in place. but good news! i got a new pair of clear ones so i don't have to wear my green back up ones. i don't know what i was thinking when i got those. anyway, that's how i got stuck driving ol' bessy, unlike my sister who once took a rental car back to the dealer because she was embarassed to drive a bird crap green escort.

in response to quinn's drunken list:

• the bitch drunk: maricar
• the "you know you want me so come and get me / i have no concept of physical space" drunk: kristine
• the "i will pass out before everyone has a good time so we can go home early" drunk: jenn
• the mute/chinky eyes drunk: sue
• the "i end up driving everyone home because everyone's fucked up" drunk: quinn
• the "i will sleep for 20 minutes at the mayan and watch people make out" drunk: amy
• the "i make all the girls leave the dance floor because i need all the dancing space" drunk: fred
• the "i haven't seen drunken yet" drunk: grace and sandy
• the pocho drunk: gil
• the "i can't drink because i will have seizures so instead i do weed" drunk: sean
• the "i get drunk off of one beer" drunk: man
• the "let's throw up on dex" drunk: yours truly

i hate miyagi's... and my stupid cousin regnier for making us go there. our other cousin joe from chicago is down for a couple of weeks and we were supposed to hang out with him last night because we've never met the guy (yeah, our family's just that damn huge). coming from la mirada at 10pm for our little cousins' dance competition, regnier suggests we meet up with them at miyagi's failing to mention that joe was not even with him and "them" meaning "his friends". argrrrrgrrrrrrrrggr... i hate miyagi's. not only did we have to get some food first, drop off the other 2 cousins with us, drive through minor traffic to get to miyagi's, and find a damn parking spot, but we also had to wait in line for at least 1/2 an hour. by the time we got in it was close to 12:30. i was sooooo not wanting to be there. and to add to all the frustration, i get nothing but endless tormenting from regnier (he likes to do that to me cuz he knows i bite back). that stupid ho... #1: regnier simply looks like an idiot with blonde hair, #2: it smells in miyagi's and it wreaks of funk, #3: never, ever, ever will i listen to him again.

the only consolation i got that evening was meeting regnier's friend tolu, aka the-big-samoan-guy. he's a producer for locals groups in long beach. and oh yeah, we bumped into mr. theodore shu!!!! (hahahaaha!) who reminded me once more that "you live with your decisions". i thought that was the stupidest phrase i had ever heard in my entire life especially coming from him, but he totally makes sense.

speaking of phrases, my pastor mentioned in her sermon today that "faith without action is dead". yeah, sounds stupid too but it hit me in a positive way in terms of pursuing what makes me happy. a couple of my friends told me that they're proud of me because most people don't follow out their dreams, that they simply "dream" and not take any action. what's the point of that? why not do something and take one baby step closer instead of always talking endless shit of what they really wanna do. no one's stopping them. ugh! another pet peeve of mine.

don't you just hate it when things don't quite turn out how you'd like them to turn out? nope. not even close. story of my life. CAW!

new found loves:

 armor all wipes. those things kick ass. beats having to spray and wipe with a cloth (or in my case, my brother's old boxers)
 the new hot 92.3. it's about time they have a radio station dedicated to old school and today's r&b. beats having to adjust the damn stereo because of the static every time i listen to 102.3 KJLH
 Michael Weatherly. he makes me wet.

why do i always end up at q's? lack of a better place to hang out i guess. i just like the atmosphere, that's all, and the people i bump into all the time. i was supposed to go out with my cousins tonight but they flaked so we rescheduled for tomorrow. thinkin of goin to tikal tomorrow night since my sister keeps telling me they have a nice vibe goin on there.

hey, i bumped into cheryl cambay at q's the other night. now THAT girl is dope. she cracks me up. one minute i'm talking to her out in the patio, the next thing she's up in the go-go cage shakin her ass off (with the other stripper chick i was checkin out. yes, i have lesbian tendencies which i'm still trying to figure out). anyway, that night a couple of my friends and i crashed at my sister's apartment cuz one of them was completely tossed and the other can't drive (can't disclose the reason why... hehehe). that damn cat scratched my hand and my friend's neck. hahahaha! that's what you get for passing out!

tomorrow i'm supposed to go to my little cousins' jazz competition. they rock! hey man, anything to support the family.

this guy tried to pick up on me in the library earlier. hahahahaha! i'm so mean. he was studying all the way across the room and i noticed he kept staring at me (only cuz i wasn't studying, just writing in my journal). whatever. i look out the window to my left and "BAM!", 2 seconds later he's standing right in front of me. where the hell did he beam from? carrying some foreign language workbook in his left hand, he asks me, "are you chinese?... japanese?...". i just said, "no." and kept staring at him (hahaha! i like making people feel uncomfortable). it would have been different if he was "i-wanna-jump-your-bones-fine", but alas he was an ordinary looking hawaiian guy. i think i scared him off because after that he just turned around and walked back to his seat. hahahahaha! bad karma for me.

i just LOVE my lolo. i visited him today and the first thing i notice is that the hair on his head is patchy.

me: lolo, what happened to your hair?!!!
lolo: oh, i got bored so i just kept snipping.
me: but it's patchy!
lolo: that's okay. you can fix it... i weigh 112 lbs. now.
me: that's great! i weigh like 120.
lolo: OH! so is that an INCREASE???
me: are you saying i'm fat?
lolo: no. i'm just saying you're 8 lbs. heavier than me.
me: same thing!
lolo: hehehe...

we're taking him out to lunch tomorrow. it's the 7 year anniversary of our lola's death. we'll probably go to some buffet somewhere, hang out, get some heat stroke, re-activate my heat rash, and oh yeah eat some more.

#1:: jen, you are so racist! i have to agree with quinn on your lack of grammatical skills. and by the way, i say "sucks donkey balls" ALL THE FRICKIN TIME. you know my fascination with donkeys. ha!

#2:: sandy makes me want to post the picture of my scarred leg when i walked through that glass window 7 years ago. now THAT's pretty gross... staples and all. can you believe i actually felt and saw my bare bone??? and i touched it! that reminds me, i haven't had lunch yet.

#3:: dude, quinn really is a fob. gung ho my ass, my little conichiwa.

went back to mcdonald's after picking up my brother from school. i'm so stupid. the lady asks what kind of sauce i want for my nuggets. at the same time i'm listening to my brother tell a story, my phone is ringing, and i'm thinking "hot mustard... sweet & sour... honey mustard (they don't even have that)", but what comes out of my mouth? --> "sweet honey, please." i got the funkiest look from that chick.

what to do... what to do. it's such a beautiful day this morning. got out of class by 8:30 (midterm day) and decided to cruise around pasadena/san marino and admire the scenery - windows down, sunroof open, music blasting and lookin cool (okay, maybe not). have you ever realized how beautiful grass is? yesssssss, grasssssss. upon my search for the perfect dream house, i noticed a crow sitting on the grass in someone's front yard. can you believe i made it stand up? yup. all is takes is one loud belt of "CAW!!!!" and that little poo-poo stands up. hahahahaha! i crack myself up.

so i hear on the radio it's $.89 mcnuggets day at mickey d's. yummmmm... $.89. i figure why not, but it was way too early for the lunch menu. crap. i end up ordering my usual sausage & egg croissanwich. then i remembered i had a monopoly sticker for a free breakfast sandwich which i had left at home. double crap. i drive up to the window, grab my food, and take off. by the time i get home i notice that stupid ho gave me a sausage biscuit sandwich instead of my sausage & egg croissanwich. triple crap. i hate biscuits! they fall apart and taste all pasty. i should shove it up her ass.

last night a friend and i cruised the hills of palos verdes after enjoying a late midnight snack of sushi and japanese beer (i think it was asahi... i dunno). not the best decision to make considering i have class at 7:30 in the morning and coming home at 5:00 a.m. my dad was already in the shower prepping for work when i walked in the door. so basically i got only 1 hour of sleep. i don't care. it was fun. i can't believe how beautiful palos verdes is, even at night. i haven't hung out by the beach so early in the morning in such a long time. funny how you can know someone for years but not really "know" them until you sit down and talk with them. cool stuff.

look at me. i should be studying for my midterm right now. i slept all day so i fucked up my sleeping pattern. not to mention my eyes burn because my contacts are 8 months old when they're monthly disposables.

i just got a hit from someone doing a google search of "cum on my mousepad". nice.

in response to sandy's question, i suggest we take q diddy to a gay bar/club... or the old school farell's on rosemead blvd... or the zoo so he can visit his relatives... or the LA free clinic... or mickey d's. yeah, that sounds fun. don't get too excited now, quinn! (you might wanna wipe that drool off your chin).

can you believe dex likes missy elliot's "one minute man"??? oops... was i not supposed to say that?

not to mention i just remembered sean commented last week upon seeing me come out of the shower that i look "different" without make up.
my translation? --> "where's the rest of your face?"

by the way, you should check out his new layout. makes me pee-pee shiver.

good god. i just spent the past half hour or so talking to quinn about my website. what a lifesaver. it's must be hard trying to explain all this web stuff to a computer dumb-dumb like me. by brain is simply incapable of comprehending information like this. as much as i hate it, i'm forcing myself to understand exactly how this web crap works. grrrrrzzzzzaaahhhh...

i gotta take self defense classes so i can kick ass (better than i can now). watch out!

why the frick do i get only porn mail in my hotmail account???

anyway, last night was fun. i heard the strangest things from people though:

amy: "[cigarette] smoke doesn't smell good if you're not smoking." good observation there, amy.
rich: (while we're dancing) "can i turn you around?" okay. now that sounds weird to me. my translation? ==> "please rotate 180 degrees so as to assume freaking position (in full on nerd voice)." usually the guy just physically turns me around. but have i ever been asked to? uh... i think not.

psst! whore! we're going to Q's tonight... steve, mike, amy, and dex. and the irvine guys too. MUAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!

ay ya yay! here we go:

TOP 10 WOMEN I WOULD HAVE A SEXUAL FANTASY WITH (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):
1. ZHANG ZHIYI
2. ALICIA SILVERSTONE
3. ASHLEY JUDD
4. CHARLIZE THERON
5. BRITNEY SPEARS
6. ROSE MCGOWAN
7. BEYONCE KNOWLES
8. DREW BARRYMORE
9. MARISA RAMIREZ
10. KATHERINE ZETA JONES

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELANIE JOY DIMAGUILA!!! I LUV YOU!

help me someone. i need some advice. most of you know i'm trying to obtain my radio production certificate at pcc right now. i was talking to my instructor and a classmate of mine how i wanted to go into recording engineering and they tell me there's a certificated program at ucla being offered through extension. now being that i'd rather do the recording engineering part more than the radio production part, should i:

1) take both programs at the same time? or..
2) start recording engineering now and continue radio production afterward? or...
3) finish radio production first and do recording engineering afterward?
(either way it won't hurt my resume)

i don't want to just quit what i'm doing right now cuz it's so fun, but at the same time i wanna focus more on recording engineering. the certificated program at pcc also includes video controls and camera techniques, basic broadcasting, and production techniques which would help if i wanted a job at mtv or something related. keep in mind the time factor and work. ucla's program will cost me approximately $6500 to finish whereas at pcc my fees are waived. plus the program at pcc gives me a broader choice in career ranging from radio, television, and studio.

argh! this is too frustrating. crap.

it's peng!

have you heard the smashmouth version of "i'm a believer" by the monkees?

my goodness. never have i been bombarded with so much culture before 10:00 a.m. i was studying in the library and had the need to use the restroom. so i'm walking around like a dork (cuz i don't know where it is) when finally i can't take it anymore so i ask the first female i see where it is. she's the cutest indian girl, but damn, i couldn't understand a single word she said. i just followed the direction her finger was pointing. ahhhhhh, relief.

afterward i walked over to the shuttle stop waiting for my brother to pick me up when this older woman approaches me and starts saying something in cantonese/mandarin/whatever (let's just say chinese). i figure she wants to know about the shuttle service cuz she kept pointing at the sign saying "no shuttle service until august 20". i don't know whether to be offended that she assumed i was chinese (only cuz i totally look it) or be concerned that this woman might get lost, robbed, or badly beaten if she ended up in the wrong place (i'm exaggerating of course. c'mon it's only pasadena). anyway, she leaves me sitting there cuz i was of no help to her.

five minutes later two men come up to me and start asking me something in spanish. i'd like to think the 4 years of spanish i took in high school would be useful, but at the same time my brother was calling my cell and i had a hard time listening to them and wanting to pick up my phone at the same time. if only they could have spoken a little bit slower then maybe i could have helped them. but no. all i got from them was the word "splint" as i watched them move their fingers like they were typing on a keyboard. now i was totally lost. how the hell do those 2 relate??? they finally leave and ask the next asian person they see the same question. not a good move on their part.

a couple of minutes later these 3 guys sit at the bench directly across from me and i was so intrigued as to what language they were speaking. they had the filipino accent down, but i had no idea what the hell they were saying. i'm thinking it could have been another dialect or another language altogether. fifteen minutes pass and i'm pissing myself off trying to figure out what language that was. i'm usually good at guessing those things, but i was totally lost with this one. i bet they thought i was checking them out cuz i kept staring at them.

i luv school.