you know, this 7.0 version of AOL is not bad at all. not much of a difference, yet not too shabby.

sandy, are you okay? just reading about your homicidal rage got me all scared for you. i can kinda relate, though (of course, my rage is at a much lower degree compared to yours... hehehe). anyway, i think it's like that with all nice people. nice people will want to do what's best for others, but when you get them pissed off, it's like "run for the hills!" it's funny, cuz i've had people tell me that they'd NEVER want to get on my bad side. funny, cuz they've never even seen it but at the same time are dreading the thought of it. it's pretty much true that when you hold all the little things in over the years they tend to come out 100x worse in the form of violence. i have pretty evil thoughts myself. thank god i don't carry them out!

halloween can suck my toe.

our water heater's broken. actually, it's more like the piping that's causing the leak. so every morning before i shower i have to go to the garage and turn the hot water on, shower, and then go back and turn it off. i brush my teeth with cold water - it hurts. i wash my hands in cold water - that hurts too. i wash the dishes in cold water - takes forever to get them clean. my dad doesn't want to fix it until this weekend.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

i'd might as well stand in the front yard naked under the sprinklers hoping to get clean.

i was contently sitting by myself enjoying my brunch at carl's jr. when i noticed a man walk in with PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY printed on his shirt.

hmm... that's interesting.

then i started applying it to my life emotionally and mentally with what i've experienced these 25 years of life and started to agree with this little quote. for instance, i've been through some pretty damaging events in my life (wouldn't you agree, oxford whorehouse?) that had a completely positive effect on my life. i mean, what emotionally and mentally drove a stake through my heart and rationale has in turn made me a stronger person. of course, i still experience similar situations in my life, but their effects don't weigh the same as the first. why? i guess that weak part of me did leave my body. like my mom says... "it should only take you one time to learn from your mistakes. why repeat it? move on with your life."

dang. did i just get all philosophical on you guys?

here's the weird part. i was searching for this quote on google and i found out this came from actual research. interesting.

okay here we go...

1) my body officially resembles frosty the snowman from all the food and beer. had an allergy attack every time i entered a casino.
2) boyet mastered pai gow. though his earnings were so-so, it was all good considering it was his first time gambling.
3) mike won $480 within a 1/2 hour of arrival. i think her ass was her lucky charm.
4) we kicked out the old man on the roulette table and took over for a couple of hours. we must have been the loudest ones there. what sucked was when i would get all excited when my lucky number would pop up only to find out my sister didn't bet on it. crap.
5) quinn pissed off kristine (i heard) b/c she changed to her hoochie boots (supposedly something comfortable) and embarassed her in front of the dealer. not to mention, quinn was jumping around every casino like a monkey on crack.
6) how can i forget? JOEY FATONE AT RUMJUNGLE!!!
7) took a trip down memory lane at circus circus. it's been like 15 years since i last went there. had memories of my lola. i miss her.
8) steve and my cousin JR won life-size stuffed animals at the ring toss in excalibur.
9) played battle of the beats on the walkie talkies on the way to vegas.
10) amy lagging behind us only to find her bucket was filling up each time she stopped to put a quarter in a machine.
11) the random black guy picking up on kristine WHILE SHE WAS DANCING WITH KYON.
12) amy snapping at the dude in the club for assuming we came with the girl who got kicked out just because we were asian.
13) i will never down pinot grigot again.
14) quinn took boyet's $60
15) kyon, quinn, and boyet watching the random guy eat it hard.
16) "GO, GO, GO, TEAM DURANGO!"

looks like i beat quinn to a computer! hahaha! guess who we saw at rumjungle?!!! --> JOEY FATONE FROM NSYNC! of course i wasn't as excited as quinn who was checking him out in the mens' restroom. but get this... joey was checking out my legs! ahhahaha. i saw him at the dance floor sitting down and as i passed by him i saw him looking at my legs so i just smiled at him. i wasn't sure if that was him to begin with, but after i heard that some girls were screaming his name later on, i figured it must be him. i saw joey fatone! hehehe...

anyway, details of this weekend's events will come soon. man, i have to drive back cuz i'm the only one who got sleep. dangit. see ya'll soon!

i'm a loser. i'm in vegas and writing in my weblog. anyway, just had a late, late, late dinner at my uncle's house. we're supposed to hook up with kristine, amy, quinn, kyon, and steve later and hit up olympic garden. ahhahaah! we actually listened to your suggestion, mel! either that or get our asses drunk and lose a grip of money in the casinos. not matter what, free alcohol! woohoo!

i'm still kinda bummed that bonsai, su, and jen aren't here. (sniff, sniff) what a shame. look what you're missing out on! hahahaah! evil is me.

time to get hooched out... lates!

thanks, bonsai, for fixing my cursed template!

why is it that when the sabinos celebrate a bday, it's a week-long event?

highlights of the week:
- being in a bar/club with my brother. quite a new experience that i would love to happen more often.
- having chewed gum stuck in my belly button. don't ask.
- learning cheerleading moves when 1) i HATE cheerleading, and 2) i HATE cheerleading. i have to admit, thought, bring it on is an awesome movie.
- got asked out by 2 of my coworkers.
- realizing that my face is whiter than my mom's.

VEGAS IS SOOOOOO ON!

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, BOYET!

wasn't my brother the cutest baby??? yeah, he got away with everything cuz he was so damn cute. and look at those pinchable cheeks! and now he's finally 21. time really does fly. i luv him.

welcome to the sabino clan, melanie sabino! no, mel, we didn't name her after you. the newest member of the sabino mafia was born 10/22/01... 7 lbs... 19 in.

eww. EWW!!! before class today david (the 5-foot, 40 yr. old looking, keebler elf) came up to me and had quite an unusual request:

DAVID: roselie? yeah. hi. um...i was wondering if i can photograph you for my class. i need a model and i think you would be a good one.
ME: (oh hell no.) you know, i'm not very comfortable with the thought of a complete stranger taking pictures of me.
DAVID: you can wear your clothes if you want.
ME: (AAAHHHH!!!!! GET ME AWAY FROM THIS FREAK!) uh... sorry, but no thanks.

what the hell was that? SICK!!! not to mention the whole time i was watching him talk i couldn't help but notice the ball of spit forming in the corner of his mouth. SICK!!! who knows what he'd do with the pictures anyway. SICK!!! i didn't know whether to be flattered or to vomit.

i think i cursed myself for calling in sick. i'm not really sick, but i have massive allergies. my nose is practically missing skin, my left eye is smaller than my right, and i have gas. my voice is messed up too, but i figure that's a blessing in disguise. my coworker this morning told me i could be a phone sex operator. i don't think so, buddy.

jimmy called me again yesterday. no, wait, on saturday. what's up with that? MOTIVE! still trying to figure out what it is though. i haven't talked to this guy in almost a year and all of a sudden he's calling again? the thought makes me so uncomfortable. i wonder what the little "chris kattan" is up to. i can't trust that little gossiping munchkin.

my stomach is digesting itself.

my coworker barbara and i were talking about drinking urine this morning. NOT OURS OF COURSE, AND LIKE WE'D ACTUALLY TRY IT! it was all about that diesel ad and how some people find it offensive because in some cultures people actually do drink urine. so i started thinking about my culture. yeah, we eat dogs. and chicken fetuses. and pig's blood. dinner at my house, anyone?

"i don't wanna grow up. i'm a toys r us kid. there's a million toys at toys r us that i can play with. from bikes to trains to video games, it's the biggest toy store there is. i don't wanna grow up, cuz baby if i did... i wouldn't be a toys r us kid." (yeah, i'm also a dork for knowing the words to that song.) the toys r us near my house is closing! muah!!! the upside? none really, but a new TARGET is opening up where montgomery wards used to be. dude, i must have no life if things like this excite me.

ooh! i saw johnny from kai yesterday at downtown disney. yeah, i got excited over that one too.

kristine arrived yesterday and i haven't seen her yet. why? because she decided to go clubbing last night and none of us wanted to go. sorry, girl, i think we're all clubbed out. we will ,however, muster up some energy for vegas so not all hope is gone, my friend =)

i will win that booty-shaking contest. i WILL. just watch me.

oh my gosh! jodee just cracks me up. you just GOTTA check out his sexual vocabularitarianism!

ugh! JENN!!! you are so gross! if the "cute guy at work" can smell how wet you are, then you must have some stank cooch!

anyone wanna hang out with me tomorrow? anyone...??? hello? meep. (crickets chirping)

html + me = disaster

thanks for helping me with the damn template q-diggity!

eenie, meenie, mynie, mo... yeah, so i end up using rubbing compound (instead of polishing compound) on my car to get the tiny scratches out. luckily, my brother caught me on time before i scraped the paint off. i can't help it if there are dozens of car care crap in the garage. they all looked the same to me so i figured they all do the same thing. muak, muak, muah...

i can honestly say that i can ALMOST drive stick shift! woohoo! my brother adjusted the clutch to make it easier to balance, so up and down the driveway i went. sweated like a sweatshop employee with kili-kili power, but it was hella fun. the last time i drove the car on the street was past 9pm in the residential area. i think i damaged the car each time another car would reach an intersection. it made me so nervous that i wanted to floor the damn thing which instead made me stall like an idiot. i will one of these days make it through regular traffic during daylight...

I'M GOING TO HELL. so today cameron comes up to me and asks for a hug. being the bitch that i am, i let HIM hug me instead, but just to be nice, i walked with him to the cafeteria. this is when i find out the reason why he always wears his usher cap is because he has a scar from surgery from the time he got the tumor in his brain removed. damn. i felt like crap. and to think this whole time i'd been making fun of him. he's actually pretty nice if you ignore all the ridiculous flirting that he does. and i got a hug and kiss on the forehead before i left class. what's with black guys kissing my forehead??? do i have a sign posted that says "kiss here"? eh, whatever.

I DO NOT WEAR MY CLUBBING GEAR TO SLEEP!!! unless i'm passed out.

i thought this was supposed to be midterms week, dangit. i was supposed to have 2 today. one was rescheduled for thursday and as i walked to class to take the other one, i find out class is cancelled! so that one too is rescheduled for thursday. so you mean to say i lost valuable sleep time last night for nothing?! ugh! so now i have 1 tomorrow and 2 on thursday. crap. not to mention i have work wednesday night and early thursday morning. this is screwing me over. why can't i just take the damn midterm today and get it over with?

so now i'm stuck at school with an hour and 1/2 to kill before my next class and i'm having the hardest time trying to launch AIM. why? cuz i'm stupid. not to mention this is the first time i'm using their computer lab and i couldn't figure out how to log in. so i end up asking the dude next to me for help. bad move. i don't think he even understood what i said. consequently the foreign student tried to tell me to punch in my initials and social security # to log in. the whole time all i could hear was my cousin arby talking to me in vietnamese or bonsai doing his popeye impersonation.

I AM NOT A STALKER! hahahaha! people just aren't aware of the pictures they publish of themselves.

why the hell am i not studying for my midterms? instead my mind is consumed with how to rearrange my room and choosing a new template for my weblog.

so cameron from my video productions class asked me out. i never really gave him a response. i dunno. he weirds me out. he won't take off that damn usher condom cap on his head. eww... what if his head is penis shaped underneath? hahaha...

did i ever say how much i LUV my coworkers? yeah, i know, most are gay, but that's the fun part! they dressed me up earlier after my shift was over and pretended i was their barbie doll. bad idea...

1) i'm not white with blonde hair.
2) my body's unproportional. hence, no ass, no boobs.
3) i'm only 5'2".
4) barbie looks like a model in everything. i, on the other hand, look like a peasant.

disturbing. DISTURBING!!! ever seen the movie memento? oh gosh! my sister and i had to be escorted to our car b/c that movie messed us up. it wasn't really scary... just damn disturbing. go see it. also watched along came a spider last night too (shattap. blockbuster nights are cool).

yesterday was my parents' 27th wedding anniversary. we ended up going to the same seafood restaurant we always to go to. it's their favorite. once again, my brother, sister, and i did nothing but mess around while our parents just sat there and watched the entertainment. i bet they wonder what the hell is wrong with us. we're all in our 20s and we act like we're all freakin nuts.

"... la da di, la da da... la da di, la da da... scooby doo, where are you... yaba daba dee, yaba daba doo..."

okay, this is kind of a delayed reaction to the whole motive issue. after reading sandy's thoughts on it i was compelled to put my 2 cents in as well. i too agree that most men (99.9%) have motive. how many times have guys tried to befriend me b/c they wanted to hook up with one of my friends? if you're a guy, and that's your routine, don't do it. it's obvious and it makes you look pathetic. i'd very much prefer you just straight out say "your friend is cute...hook me up with her" instead of trying to be all sly when in reality you look like an idiot b/c everyone is watching your lame-ass moves. oh goodness.

oh and here's another thing... i hate it when people try to befriend me b/c they're lacking "a life" (ya'll know what and who i'm talking about). actually that statement refers to only one specific person, so i can't generalize with that one. anyway, point being, it's just annoying. shoot, man. i know i have good quality friends. that's why they're my friends. i'm EXTREMELY selective in choosing whom i get close to. i know my friends are attractive. i know my friends are fun. why surround myself around wacked-ass fake wannabes, right? i have no tolerance for those people and ya'll know i have high tolerance for some stuff. bottom line: DON'T PISS ME OFF. hahaha...

class was cancelled. gabriel and i are pondering on what to do with our new free time. he suggests we grab some ice cream over on garfield and main. mmm... ice creammmmmm! or maybe wait for michelle so we can drag her with us. or go to the music building and mess around with all the instruments. and what did i end up doing?

i'm sitting in my brother's room in front of the computer reading weblogs.

rush limbaugh's going deaf? whoa.

ooh... here's an interesting link a friend sent me... PLEASE CHECK IT OUT AND STOP PANICKING!

i just got an invitation from ellen to go on a trip to vallejo with her and dex this weekend to hang out and visit ry. that's odd. it's like the old freshman dorm crew minus mendell. on any other weekend i'd go, but i have this stupid thing called work and it screws up all my weekend plans. not to mention, no tengo dinero.

*sigh*

it's also my parents 27th wedding anniversary friday and we still haven't figured out what we're gonna do for them. what sucky children we are.

today my only cute classmate tells the instructor he'll be up in frisco all next week so he won't be in class. just out of curiousity i asked him if it was just a random trip and he responds...

"oh... my wife and i have family up there and we're going up for our 3 year anniversary."

me: !!!!! MUAK, MUAK, muah.......

dangit. he looks too young to be married. not to mention, 3 years! stupid me never noticed the wedding band on his finger. crap.

OH MY GOODNESS... some things need some clarification...

1) "three" is spelled with 2 e's.
2) what the hell is "a smart"?
3) you've always had an ego.
4) i think you need to post a picture of your boobs on your weblog to prove to the world how "nice" they are.

oh dang. i haven't written in a while, have i?

well, i got a phone call from jen's favorite friend jimmy yesterday! hahahaha. like he really cares about what's going on in my life, but like jen says, he must have motive. i'm still trying to figure it out though. i mean, it's been almost a year since i've talked to that guy and he calls for no reason out of the blue. pretty much nothing's changed with him. he said he felt kinda weird and awkward talking to me (my sentiments exactly). i felt like i was talking to a stranger. i guess it's because i've tried to block him from my memory. why? several reasons... but i don't wanna get into that. gotta move on with life, right? can't go backwards...

so i was at my aunt's house earlier talking about the vegas trip at the end of the month and it turns out their whole family is going too, but they'll be staying in the same room with my parents with the possibility of my cousins rooming with us. hey man, the more the merrier. this is gonna be one crazy trip! because of that, my mom has basically said to look for our own rooms. yeah, and because no one will take action, the responsibility lies on me. grrrr.... now i have to search for a hotel, rates, and car rental. looks like we're gonna have to rent 2 cars because the sabino crew alone will not fit in one. help me someone! jen, if you end up going, there's one major rule that applies... NO COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE CAR!!! nelly, maybe, but no country!

KRISTINE IS OFFICIALLY A FOB.

so after checking out the pics from beyonce's party i've come to this conclusion ---> my friends are weirdos.

ooh! and i'd like to add one more thing... if you're ever in hermosa beach by any chance, don't EVER go to Ein Stein's. it sucks fat ass. the only good thing we got out of it was this picture with sharkie.

what do i call it when guys go out without underwear? ---> jingle bells. and when women do it? ---> crotchless. on that note, the guys last night were talking about what kind of sound they'd be making if they shook their jingle bells. the result?...

bonsai: "tink-tink-tink-tink-tink..."
raekwon: "DINGGGGGGGGG-DONGGGGGGGGG...."

ahh... music to my ears.

speaking of music, i visited the LA Recording Workshop yesterday. i came... twice. i was so damn excited that i wanted to lick every piece of machinery in all the studios. if i get into this school... watch out! i wil fall off the face of this earth and return in 8 months. most of the instructors are industry professionals who are currently working with artists such as stone temple pilots, christina aguilera, and eminem (your favorite). my tour guide (who's also the operations director) was telling me how he's been getting mad requests for "female" engineers and how now is the perfect time to start learning. the guy in my group looked like he wanted to cry. it's such a male dominated industry. come to think of it, i saw only 2 female students that whole day! oooh... here's the cool part... each class has no more than 5 students... and some classes are one-on-one. i'm wet.

i had THEE most enjoyable evening with jen tonight... no we didn't make lesbian love. damn girl, you've really toned down... more like EXTREMELY... it's beyond my comprehension. i shall be bugging you more often now. i really need more of you and that chill environment in my life.

this is too funny... sandy, brent, quinn, and i are in a chat room right now and my stomach's hurting from all the laughing (out loud). it's the official "LET'S GANG UP ON QUINN" chat room. yeah!!!

i don't feel so good... i think i'm getting sick. soup, please.

WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU FEEDING CHARLES??? he looks like his skin is beyond expansion!

i just love the raucous i can create with one eensy-weensy story. and admit it quinn, you have this viet fetish. "DOH MA" my butt. "BAH DUK DOH MA MANGG!" oh gosh, man is gonna kick my ass! (hey, that was for you, bonsai.)

mel, you remembered the potted daisies!!! i will never forget your quote. i luv you! when are we gonna go shopping again? i mean, when are we gonna get shirl and walk around the mall pretending we have money to spend? we gotta get the 2nd boss of the girls and her gang over to main place and kick that woman's ass! wahpssh!!

hahahaha! kristine is making me laugh right now. she's asking what kind of filipino food she can bring for a main dish to a party... so i suggested spaghetti with chopped hot dogs! but the whore argues that she'll bring halo halo! that's not a main dish, dork!

ever stumble on your own foot, almost fall, and walk faster to prevent yourself from actually falling? yeah, me neither. no, really... that happened to me at work this morning b/c i chose to wear my slippers for comfortability's sake. the tip of my right slipper got caught on the carpet and i had to run a few steps to prevent my face from falling flat on the floor. actually, i was more concerned my coworkers might see my chonies if i fell b/c i was wearing a skirt. good gawd, that was the laugh of the day... EVERYONE saw it. i'm so clumsy. good thing i didn't fall. good thing i wasn't wearing a thong too.

my guard is back up again.

ben macaraeg was on family feud??? aww man! i missed it! i luv that guy... he's always smiling. even if i'm in a bad mood and i happen to bump into him... oh gosh, i can't help but laugh.

.................... i miss kristine... (*sniff, sniff*).............................

chupacabras. es tiempo miller.

GIRL!!! i thought you took care of the airport pick up already?! don't stress me out... i have enough of that going on in my life as it is! but if you must, i will request that day off to pick up your fat ass! luv u! *muah*!

once upon a time... in a land far, far away (el monte)... there lived a little munchkin named q-lio. the poor little monkey had no clothes to cover his naked ass, so he decided to head on over to structure and buy the new line of "express for men" with his $25 coupon because he's a cheap-ass (he's still naked, mind you). now in case you didn't know, q-lio has no sense of fashion... then again, who does? anyway, he picks what he THINKS is a good pair of jeans, but what he doesn't realize is that they're really denim capris for women. sadly, his ignorant monkey-ass doesn't know the difference and continues to wear these jeans as people quietly poke fun at his "girly" capris.

"THEY'RE NOT CAPRIS, I TELL YOU! THEY'RE NOT! THEY'RE NOT! THEY'RE NOT!"

yeah, sure, monkey-boy. go munch away on your banana.

ATTENTION EVERYONE: if you happen to come across this viet looking chinese munchkin, please be aware that he may attack at any time. don't worry, he won't kill you. he'll just hump your back and violate your clothing with monkey juice. just hand wash in warm water.