i'm soooooooooo gonna buy this before it hits the stores.

jorell's gonna kill me... but it's a good thing. we jogged last night from his house on orange grove, up the hills on sierra madre, past la salle high school, and up hastings ranch all the way up to the park on the hills. he says it's good training in case the santa barbara marathon involves hills. on the way down i could have sworn i heard some alien creature (probably a squirrel or bird) ready to pounce on me in the bushes. i sprinted so fast that i left jorell behind me. in fact i held him back for second just so i could pass him up. watch out, boy, that mbox is mine!

i was rewarded with a nice steak dinner and spent the rest of the evening with his siblings watching the video tape from his sister's debut. it brought back so many memories of mine - frickin almost 10 years ago. sick.

tonight was the first time i actually lost all sense of reason because of anger. when people fuck with my family i can't help but feel the adrenaline rush in my body to the point that i want to kill someone. i've never felt like that before. regardless of who was right or wrong in the situation, i KNOW my brother so well and he would never pull a knife on someone unless they personally did something to him. and to think that a supposed "mature" 26 year old adult would know better, it was ironically my 22 year old brother who had the sense to tell the neighbor to get rid of his knife before it got too far. i will FOREVER hold a grudge against that immature, weak fucker who can't even win a verbal war (shut the fuck up you little bitch. nothing useful or important comes out of your mouth anyway). stupid machismo is what always starts a fight. just because the girl that he was all over was more interested in my brother doesn't give him a reason to act stupid.

you know what, frank?... grow up, accept the fact that you can't win everything, and try to get a girlfriend or "mommy" to take care of your immature ass.

i've jogged 4 days in a row now. YAY! i've been averaging 13 minutes a mile. as an incentive, jorell said he'd get me my mbox if i can lap the rose bowl in 1/2 an hour, which is 10 minutes a mile, by the end of the month. i'm sooooooooo gonna get that mbox! my legs hurt like a mother, but i HATE losing bets.

stephan got mad at me today. well, not really mad, but more concerned if anything. there's this guy that works for kaiser that i've been eyeing for a while now. last week he went up to me and introduced himself. a few words were exchanged, that's all. i bumped into him again today, but this time he asked for my number. he called me at lunch and we met up and talked for a little bit, but when he was leaving he took my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek. i was so flattered that i went back to work with this huge smile on my face. after telling stephan what had happened, he was like, "WHAT?! already? that's way too fast!" now that i think about it, it is pretty scary. i'm so dumb sometimes. i'm such a sucker for physical affection.

i just ran (and walked) 6 miles!!! woohoo! jorell and i went to the rose bowl early this morning and i feel like i had the workout of my life. now if i could only work up to doubling the distance, then i'll be fine for the marathon. i don't know if i can make it. i already got a blister on one of my toes. we're supposed to go to malibu sometime this week for a cleaner run. i was so famished afterward so jorell suggested green street restaurant. damn good salad!

is it just me or are filipinos the only culture that is infested with ghost stories? we must have exchanged a dozen ghost stories and weird happenings over breakfast earlier. most people know about the haunted condo i lived in in irvine, but nothing tops the phone calls jorell got around midnight from his great-grandmother that just passed. i would fricken shut my cell phone off and not answer the house phone.

time to go to IKEA!

i bought a new cell phone. the ericsson i had was pissing me off b/c it was too slow. i spent most of my saturday morning driving from pasadena to montebello and back to pasadena again just to get my damn phone. then i found out they're having network problems which is why my phone doesn't work at home. who knows how long it will take to fix that but for now i can only receive voice mail when i'm at home b/c my phone won't ring. the upside to this situation? --> i have a bad-ass phone now!

i was starting to regret not going to the reunion with my parents in vegas til my brother threw one of his bbq's at the house. i think that was the loudest we've ever been. our neighbor even joined us but i told my brother to keep him outside b/c he scares me. i met some of the new guys my brother hangs out with. rock is by far the coolest one only b/c of the mayan-like tatoos all over his arms. the whole night we kept making fun of barnes b/c he resembles seth green's character on can't hardly wait. most of what i remember was trying to keep myself propped up against the fridge and kris trying to make me stand. wine + beer = dumb rose. su, kristine, amy, and dex dropped by later in the evening. my cousin and his friends claim i have "hot friends". true. i like to surround myself with beautiful people.

yesterday we went to mission high school's fiesta to get some filipino food. jorell's dad told me to come by and although i didn't get to see jorell, i spent the lunch afternoon eating with his dad. they're good people.