Memos from July 2002

o.j. and pepto

wow wow wow… lot’s of things today. i did a lot of sleep­ing first of all. after writ­ing that pre­vi­ous blog, i took that SavOn nyquil-like cold med­i­cine and went to bed. i slept very com­fort­able and did­n’t even think about get­ting up to pee or emp­ty out my sinus­es. so say­ing this, i woke up nat­u­ral­ly to the sun­rise and the hot air outside—actually it was to the freakin’ hel­la loud music of Nel­ly — Hot In Here on mtv (damn jevon’s work out reg­i­ment). any­ways, i rolled of my bed and looked at the clock on my aiwa stereo and it was right there, on big green lcd lights…4:00 PMSHIIEEET! that was about ten hours of freakin’ doing a lot of things :\

mean­while, some­one (cough*lil*cough) AIMs me right when i got on my comp. freakin’ scared the hell out of me because i for­got my stereo was on full blast. the first thing she says is, “ready to eat!!”…followed by a sin­is­ter “hehe.” i was like who? wha? stalk­er? (j/k) then, i real­ized it was her talk­ing bout beni’s lat­er on the after­noon. man, that would be the life though… think of it ladies and gents… wak­ing up, and the very first thing you hear is, “ready to eat?” imag­ine how your life would be get­tin’ up in the morn­ing (or after­noon like me) and see­ing that food was pre­pared for you already—wow!

any­ways, jevon and i went to beni’s dressed for­mal­ly (cause we got­ta be sigep-n-so-clean…recognize!). when we arrived there, them foos where drunk already. well, at least my friend chris…he’s light­weight like i am—so props to that guy for spend­ing $2 on a saki bomb and being set for the day. the sushi hand rolls were awe­some. jevon and i ordered 2 shrimp tem­puras, 2 unagis, and a salmon; 3 for him and 2 for me, plus miso soup (sooor­rry for get­ting the wrong soup for a cold…as to my under­stand­ing from lil haha). any­ways, i asked jevon if he want­ed a saki bomb, on me… he replied w/ a neg­a­ti­vo and that he’s try­ing to watch his self because he has to go to hawaii in two weeks look­ing buff-n-stuff. i said, “man, you her­cules!” okay…so the last two sen­tences were made up in my head just right now; but he is going to hawaii. after all the saki bomb that lil and her friends had, lil­ly was the win­ner being the most drunk and wins a DD for the night.

what else… i picked up, bor­rowed, a video card from my friend per­di­do (last name) so i can play some games with bet­ter visuals—sorry folks, geek talk com­ing. yup, it was a geforce2 mx400 32mb. in eng­lish, it’s like vics vapor rub when you have a cold—it just makes it a lit­tle bet­ter for a tem­po­rary amount of time. speak­ing of cold, i’m get­tin’ bet­ter. my breath­ing is more at ease due to the cold-eeze and the SavOn nyquil-like cold med­i­cine that i have been tak­ing. so hope­ful­ly i’m at full bars come the week­end for ed’s grad par­ty and stuff down in SD.

My godson, Xavier.

on the flip side, i talked to fari­da on AIM. she’s back in freemont w/ my god­son Xavier from the PI. that was cool hear­ing they got back from a safe flight and stuff. a lit­tle bad news though… it rained when they were there so they did­n’t get to par­ty too much. ’cause you know, my two and a half year old god­son likes to par­ty with them freaks at the “dis­cos” over there, and hook up 🙂 i called them “dis­cos” because peo­ple over there call the strip clubs—“clubs”. that’s a lit­tle cul­ture knowl­edge for ya today. speak­ing of X, i heard he got three mos­qui­to bites 🙁 i just got­ta say, he pro­l­ly taste just like his godfather—“sweet like hon­ey” haha…no?! 🙂

but yah, that’s pret­ty much…WAIT! there was some more hap­pen­ings for tonight. john­john and i went to taco bell and mikiD’s across the street. cruisin’ at the park­ing lot, we saw these girls hav­ing fun for some rea­son. as we got closer…we start­ed crackin’ up. these were freakin’ OC tee­nie-bop­pers danc­ing to the music play­ing from one of their friends’ ford truck. it was hillar­i­ous, we coul­da sworn they were there because its: 1) OC, 2) there’s noth­ing to do in irvine at 10pm, and 3) they were under­age and their guy friends stood them up to go to the spec­trum (because they were pro­l­ly busy skat­ing at uci cam­pus or play­ing games at local inter­net cafes). so that was a “you have to be there” fun­ny event of the night.

…and yah, that’s pret­ty much about it; and the fact that this orange juice tastes like pep­to bis­mol after i brushed my teeth—yuk! i nev­er learn. till then my friends. nC.

Cold-EEZE to Put My Nose at Ease

i’m suck­ing on some quigley cold-eeze lozenges while writ­ing this. the most that i know and could say about these are that they taste damn good. how good?…you may ask. imag­ine jovan suck­ing on them like they are werther’s orig­i­nal—one after the oth­er. so, if you think you have the symp­toms of a cold or cur­rent­ly have it, i sug­gest get­ting a box of these. they are: non-sedat­ing; cher­ry fla­vored; all nat­ur­al; and clni­cal­ly proven to reduce “the dura­tion and sever­i­ty of the com­mon cold.” (wow, it’s like a com­mer­cial gone bad).

any­ways, i’m going to take a shot…err 2 table­spoons of SavOn nyquil-like cold med­i­cine again—woohoo, i’ma get fad­ed again, and freakin’ get up & pee every hour (b/c i drank anoth­er gal­lon of water in 2 hours). as soon as i do that, i’ll pro­l­ly going to crash. there­fore, i should do my last minute stuff for today before that. “i cre­at­ed a mon­s­ta…” yes folks, this freakin’ site has been grow­ing and chang­ing every day. well, at least the blogs and shit like that. “test­ing, atten­tion please…” i know some of the parts of the site that work, so please… if you have gone to a bro­ken link or some­thing along those lines, please email me. you can click on the bot­tom-right (let­ter) icon of the main page. it will open a form for you to fill out. easy as 1 2 3…

i woke hel­la ear­ly today, exclud­ing the time i got up to take anoth­er dose of cold med­i­cine, and laid on my bed for lit­er­al­ly 30 min­utes; just chill­in’ and lookin’ up at the wood beneath jevon’s bunk. i noticed that one of the sup­port beams were kin­da of place; so i straight­ened that out. man, you would­n’t know what coul­da hap­pen if that shit slipped.

a lit­tle his­to­ry about the bunk that jevon and i are using to sleep. it was my tony’s, my for­mer roomie, child­hood fur­ni­ture. it was built by his uncles with wood from home depot, or the home build­ing store back in the days. fast-for­ward­ing to the future, i’ll describe to you briefly the first time that it gave out. well, it was sum­mer time and tony & julie came home from the philip­pines. quick info: tony is a PBA play­er for Shell Veloc­i­ty in the PI, and julie is tony’s wifey—she’s also a gangs­ta from “cas­tle parke” hood of irvine. any­ways, tony vis­it­ed 916 vene­to (san­ta maria apts.) to chill w/ rex and i. to get to the point, i was sit­ting on my desk try­ing to code or some­thing, and tony & rex were sit­ting on my bed (the bot­tom bunk). decid­ing to fool around (kaba board people—they close like that haha), them fools sat on the very edge of the bed. sec­onds lat­ers… *crash*boom*bit* like a drunk hit­ting the cement hard—the bot­tom bunk’s beams gives out.

from that moment on, even though it’s rein­forced with steel braces now, i am still scared that freakin’ jevon might decide to have fun and dance on his bunk to the music of frank sinatra—yes, he lis­tens to his music…why do you think he’s from tor­rance? (

…look jevon an emoti­con smi­lie) any­ways, there are more fun­ny, hillar­i­ous and amaz­ing sto­ries about this bunk bed than you think… they will be told in the future—so stay tuned and keep fol­low­ing the blogs.

as for thurs­day, sex­ay SUPERSTAR lil­ly (who works VERY, VERY HARD at her job) along with a cou­ple of friends and i (and maybe some roomies) are going to kick it at beni­hana’s for their $1.95 sushi hand rolls around the late after­noon. man, last time we went… we pro­l­ly ate 5–6 pieces each—it was DAMN GOOD and CHEAP! so check ’em out, they are locat­ed in most areas where they need them. just make sure you save space in your tum­my and to bring your friends along—because it’s nev­er fun stuff­ing them suck­ers down one-by-one-by-one…

as for the nightlife…we’ll see what the rolls bring; either: “#1.5”, “#2”, sleep, bowl­ing at irvine lanes for $1.75/game, or watch a movie. if it was going to be a movie, i’ll pro­l­ly go and watch mr.deeds again—why? because it was “WICKED!” (see my pre­vi­ous post about it on “Fri­day July 12, 2002”)…

otay…“suppa ugley, …damn you look­ing good, all ten of ya”… i’m get­ting too car­ried away with this, so i’m going to save it and take a swig of that SavOn nyquil-like cold med­i­cine. on the road to fad­ed­ness, sher­win sign­ing off on the unos and the dos-ses? nm, till next time… stay up playas ;p

blogs, teens, and the web

holy crap… i was just surf­ing the web when it struck me. most of the teens today don’t do what the teens in my gen­er­a­tion do. i mean, holy crap… these foo­lios can freak­ing run cir­cles around today’s “top” web­site design­ers… i don’t know what it is man, but teens are just get­ting geeked out now. i mean, most of the girls’ sites i went to have like web­cams, por­tals, and shiznits like that—enough for O’Reil­ly to write anoth­er book; they would pro­l­ly call it, “Gen­er­a­tion W”—for web. take a look around, search for words that con­tain dif­fer­ent caps or ‘s’ for z’s, 4 for a’s, etc… you’ll see what i’m talk­ing about.

but any­ways, what the heck… don’t they have bet­ter things to do? i mean, if you are seksay…play on playa; if not, go to col­lege first and grow up like “nor­mal” kids /teens do—you know: house par­ties, under­age drink­ing, smok­ing out, ditch­ing school, going to import showoffs, etc.

i dun­no… i might be talk­ing out of my ass because some of them fools have bet­ter coding/design skil­lls than most peo­ple (like me)—props to them for being young, tal­ent­ed, and badass. maaaan. i was 14 or 15 when i got my first com­put­er, which was a 486x25Mhz with freakin’ 8mb of ram and a 36.6k modem. it was the AOhell gold­en days. all you do with the inter­net is look at porn sites or try to hookup on chan­nels like #pinaypinoy, #sexyflips, #foine­flips or #40somet—i mean…yah 🙂

what you think? am i the only one that notice the html cor­rup­tion on today’s youths or what? leave a comment…because this is freakin’ out­ra­geous and unbe­liev­able… (shit…damn smart ass­es)… *and i’m still sick*

a question about categories?

okay…i have a sim­ple ques­tion but it quite com­pli­cat­ed. i’m going to cat­e­go­rize my blogs in the fol­low­ing weeks. so, before the num­ber of entries get huge, i would like to come up with the set num­ber of cat­e­gories. so…por favor, tell me (briefly describe) what you think of when these cat­e­go­ry names comes to mind: