what the deal is?

sor­ry for not hav­ing to say a lot of stuff. might days have been pret­ty the same lately—nothin’ excit­ing or irri­tat­ing expe­ri­ence to grace the pres­ence of this blog. i’m pret­ty much still work­ing on get­ting the design/development deal with the vil­lage’s ecom­merce site… or just wait­ing for them to get their ish togeth­er. don’t know how long that will take but if it hap­pens, it hap­pens; if not, oh well. at least, i helped them a bit in get­ting orga­nized and get­ting their place tech-ed up… i hope.

so what do you do sher­win?” well, i have been wak­ing up pret­ty ear­ly lately…no kid­ding. i’ve been get­ting up around 9 or 10am. i guess i want­ed to real­ly get start­ed and crackin’ on fin­ish­ing this web­site tem­plate for 916xl.com—FINALLY!!! after almost two years of hav­ing a page say­ing “under revi­sion…,” i can final­ly put some­thing up decent. it ain’t noth­in’ big or what have you, but its “decent.”

i hope every­one is get­ting ready for this sum­mer. lots of road trip to be planned and executed…hopefully. i think i’ma roll up north (hope­ful­ly) with my bro and his gf, tania. she got accept­ed to SFSU for the fall. the thing is…she’ll only be stay­ing there for four months, if she gets accept­ed to CSFuller­ton for spring. why? cause SFSU was the only school she applied to for account­ing. she did­n’t think she was actu­al­ly going to get in, so she just said the hell with it and only applied to one school… oh well, that’s cool—i applied to three but only got in UCI; and i’m pret­ty damn hap­py that’s the only school i got in to because i would­n’t be writ­ing this, or mak­ing a blog site to keep in touch with y’alls.

unless it was a job as a graph­ic design, and/or web design­er-devel­op­er. i haven’t real­ly put myself in a per­spec­tive of being either one of those. i do dig­i­tal arts just for the love of it—like rex and music; like joes and hock­ey; like jevon and the lak­ers; like ai and “so…”; like juan and the charg­ers; like joe­ma­ma and …his hair?!; like tom­my and ani­me; like j.aranton and his bald head & sun­glass­es; like belle and her so-called “part-of-the-val­ley”, agoura hills; like ry and rockin’ it; like dean and bas­ket­ball; like bigs and ***fill in the blank***; bot­tom-line… its nat­ur­al.

ahhh… i want a “career” damn it! but hey, beg­gars can’t be choosers. but but but… it’s been sooooo long. i don’t whats wrong with this com­pa­nies. they want peo­ple who are expe­ri­enced but still lay off their vet­er­an workers—such crap­py econ­o­my and busi­ness prac­tices. so pleeeease pleeeease if you see any­thing that you think i can actu­al­ly get a call from…let me know—help a brotha out!

mean­while, on a brighter side of things, i saw xavier this past sat­ur­day down in SD. it was tim­i’s grad­u­a­tion from UCSD and she cel­e­brat­ed with lunch at buca in mira mesa. sor­ry, but i just have to say the road to SD is full of dumb dri­vers. they have wide free­ways and hel­la lanes, but peo­ple still are slow as f0k; no traf­fic whatsoever…they slow down before going up hill, and brake as soon as they climb up the hill—OMG WTF!!! any­ways, back to the top­ic of xavier, fari­da, timi, and their fam­i­ly & rel­a­tives… that was fun! i came with rex & ces, and got our grub on mmm mmm good.

well, i have an appoint­ment with anoth­er job agency down in lake for­est around 1:30pm.ish today. wish me luck—even though it’s just a temp agency; oh well, it’s some­thing to make my day vary. oh btw, i’ll pro­l­ly be up north some­time on the july 4th week­end. i think i’m rollin’ with my bro and his gf, tania; so she could see what and where things are near and far of SFSU. dang, more expens­es for me…yay =\ oh well—i hope to get some­thing rollin’ for the moment…

from my mind to yours, when things don’t go your way…it’s just a detour to anoth­er des­ti­na­tion

my weekend

it’s always good going home-home to LA. i always look for­ward to see­ing fam­i­ly, an espe­cial­ly eat­ing my grand­ma’s cook­ing mmm mmm good! but some­times prepar­ing to go home-home is an adven­ture itself. you think that for a week­end trip you could just pack light and go for an thir­ty minute dri­ve… but no, you think of stuff that you need to do when you get back from your week­end trip, like the laun­dry that needs to be done; the wash that your car total­ly needs (because it’s been almost two months since you last washed—which was dur­ing the ONE-SIDED super­bowl); the bills you have to get in order so you can bal­ance your account; and the projects that you are vol­un­teer­ing on to help peo­ple out. geez, so much stuff to pre­pare for…but you snap back to the real­i­ty of HOME-COOKED MEALS.

that’s the key—FOODFREE FOOD to be exact. you don’t have to wor­ry about mak­ing the dish. all you have to do is put your laun­dry in the wash­er; go chill by the tv (flip through the WAR channels—either that, or go watch some TFC…because you don’t have reg­u­lar cable at home…it’s either local tv or TFC); change to your paja­mas; and kick back till the food is done. ahhh the life at home-home.

you might ask why i refer to it as “home-home”, if you haven’t had the oppor­tu­ni­ty to go to uci and experience/be involve in dif­fer­ent orga­ni­za­tions in cam­pus for four years (or so)…i (and some) call it this to not con­fuse it with our sec­ond fam­i­ly. to name a few (for myself) in no par­tic­u­lar order: kaba, pcn, puso, the cross, sigep, 916, myfam­i­ly, etc.

any­ways, so i planned out what i need­ed to get done before my trip to LA. list­ing most of the stuff above, i pro­l­ly did one of those =) …i man­aged to get the laun­dry done. i thought to myself, since i’ve been doing a lousy job iron­ing my long-sleeve shirts, and not get­ting it to the so-fresh-and-clean look (as they were once on the racks at the stores)… i should just bring it home and ask my aunt to show me how to do it.

the trip took pro­l­ly 45 min­utes, for some rea­son. i guess it was the fact i was day-dream­ing about stuff in my life i wish i have, and did­n’t have. some of the things i wished for (at the moment in this par­tic­u­lar place in my life):

  • mon­ey
  • a mil­lion dol­lars
  • a girl­friend

…and some of the things i wished i did­n’t have:

  • cred­it cards
  • school loans

now let me break-it down for ya… i wish i had mon­ey to pay for the bal­ance i owe on all of my cred­it cards—yup, that’s plural…i lost count of how many plas­tics i have due to freak­ing the free bags/shirts/etc. you get when you sign up for one haha. don’t you just wished that fight club was real; and the build­ing knocked down was one of your cred­it card com­pa­nies? (sar­cas­ti­cal­ly speak­ing of course, if this is being read by the govt.)

i wish i had “a mil­lion dol­lars” (even for a day) so i can call myself a “mil­lion­aire”. if i did, i would also take that mil­lion, put it in a bag, invite my friends over, and pass it around in a cir­cle for as long as we can…so that by the end of the day (and we had to give it back to the bank or some­one) we can all call our­selves “mil­lion­aires.” this would prob­a­bly be my civ­il duty for the year. it’ll make us feel like…hmmm, let’s see, whose a good exam­ple… oh yah, like mc ham­mer. we’d be like, “can’t touch this”; then after the day is over…like nor­mal joe’s =).

i wish i had a girl­friend. some­one who can ride w/ me, and share my aspi­ra­tions in life, as well as my phi­los­o­phy and sar­casm. but come to think of it, try­ing to get a girl­friend is being finan­cial­ly inden­tured. what i mean is, i like to pay for every­thing when i’m with some­one. i just want them to relax and enjoy. i guess i can say that i’ma old fash­ioned, kind of guy—i think that my grand­pa and grand­ma’s sto­ries of them court­ing has embed­ded itself in my per­son­al­i­ty, and the way i act. over­all, hav­ing a rela­tion­ship is a tough choice which involves a lot of respon­si­bil­i­ty, time, and com­mit­ment. but hey, you nev­er know, love is weird. it just does­n’t show knock­ing on your door, and say­ing, “i’m the one for you.” i think that it’s one of life’s mys­ter­ies that we just have to find out, through good and bad times.

…but enough of this dear abby crap, and on with the rest of the expla­na­tion of my list above. even though i wished i did­n’t have cred­it cards and school loans, i can’t say i regret hav­ing them; because that would be plain hypocrisy. if i did­n’t have the cred­it cards, i would have been able to pay for dues (for clubs and sigep), tux rentals (for for­mals), down pay­ments (for my cars), and anoth­er great example—tony’s bach­e­lor night!!! HAHA THE SUPERBOWL?! if i did­n’t have school loans, i would­n’t be in in uci. i would­n’t have been able to meet the peo­ple i call today good friends, men­tors, and broth­ers. i would­n’t have been able to express myself as i am now with­out think­ing about what not to say. i would­n’t have been able to start this site…because if i haven’t gone to uci, i would­n’t have met my roomies who i lived with at 916 veneto…were 916xl.com has been start­ed from; and from which it grew to expand to my extend­ed fam­i­ly of friends.

mean­while, i had intend­ed to write about my week­end, but sur­prise… it went on a dif­fer­ent tan­gent. the tan­gent, i hope, was insight­ful to what i’m think­ing and feel­ing at the moment. the only thing i wish i did­n’t have total­ly, was the bug bite i got from this mon­ster. the f0ker was small…and VERY ter­ri­ble. i was watch­ing tv on a fut­ton, when all of a sudden…CRUUUNCH—i straight got up like all the nba all-star game fans who wit­nessed jor­dan’s last fade-away shot to get the lead against the west (only to be over­shad­owed by a stu­pid mis­take from jer­maine o’neil…watabiotch!). if you know the name of that bug, let me know… i swear, i was trip­pin’ of that small bas­tard… i thought it was a black wid­ow (since i saw a cou­ple in our back­yard).

the little-mean-bastard that bit me on hard-to-reach area on my back—that bastard?!

but any­ways, my week­end was good. it was great see­ing fam­i­ly and rel­a­tives again—since i haven’t been home-home for the past five to six weeks or so. i wished i could have gone to lil’s bday out­ing at sharks club. i heard it was bitchin’ from ai’s blog entry about it. good times though, good times.

from my mind to yours, “5447 what’s my num­ber? what is my num­ber now…?”

the true-untold vegas story: part deux

… (con­tin­ued from the true-untold vegas sto­ry)…

Sun­day, 3/9 midnight.ish
…when hiphop played…the room broke out all into the dance floor. like bees and the scent of hon­ey; or… like 161 hearth­stone drool­ing over the site of shaki­ra on mtv—shaking that ass like glass, all smooth and movin like a field of grass…woooord up!

but back to the sto­ry… so every­one start­ed head­ing on to the dance floor and got jig­gy with it. then, being a group with 2:1 guy to girl ratio… jovan, j.Flo, and puvic went to gala­vant. what they saw…were a cou­ple of girls…w/ their mom haha.

it was just funny…freakin’ puvic (or was it jeff, err…was it both haha) try­ing to get shib­by with the mom lol. its one of those things that you just try to think and say qui­et­ly to your­self, but end up say­ing some­thing like…“WTF?!” too loud. anoth­er thing to com­pare the moment to, is when you see a hot girl that you have to do that double-take…and say…“DAAAAAAMN!” but this isn’t exact­ly that, its the direct oppo­site x10. you just straight say, “EWWWWW!” haha.

it’s all good though, good times. the fun­ni­est pic that i think rep­re­sent­ed the whole night of fun is the one, i would call, “ooglie mooglie per puvic.” i guess it was one of those sit­u­a­tions when the light was dim, and con­sump­tion of alco­hol was too high—well, very very high for puvic in this instance =).

ooglie mooglie per puvic

…but it’s all good, i ain’t try­ing to hate—cause that brotha has a lot of balls that i know most peo­ple wished they had. remem­ber that say­ing, “don’t hate the playa, hate the game”…well for puvic it’s about the same, it’s “don’t hate puvic, hate the game”—he is in his own class.

Sun­day, 3/9 4am.ish
so the club dies down, and we get out of there around 4am-ish. we decid­ed to get some ear­ly morn­ing grub from the orleans casi­no. why eat at four in the morn­ing? you ask… because it’s vegas, and food is hel­la cheap; and when i say “cheap”—cheap like $1.99 for t‑bone steak and egg meal.

it’s one of their grave­yard break­fast spe­cial­ty i guess. but order­ing the steak and eggs was too much for me to grub down since i want­ed to knock out after we get back. so i picked the two eggs, two sausages, and hash­brown meal for $0.99. i swear, i was expect­ing crap­py food for that price…but to my sur­prise, it was pret­ty fill­in’ and good. this is prob­a­bly our new hang­out spot after club­bing in vegas.

Sun­day, 3/9 6.30am.ish
mean­while, get­ting back from eat­ing breakfast…we saw the sun come up around 6:30am as we were park­ing back at aladdin. we just knocked out after that. wak­ing up around 10am because of check­out, we start­ed view­ing the pics that every­one took and stuff while we wait­ed for every­one to get ready. glanc­ing at the room, we noticed that ceci­ly, jon, joe­ma­ma, and jevon are not back yet from chee­tah’s?! lat­er on we found out that they have crashed at chris and jay’s room at impe­r­i­al palace; and that they did­n’t fin­ish their gala­vant­i­ng till 9am haha—sooooorry big bucks.

Sun­day, 3/9 noon.ish
being hun­gry and all, we all (twen­ty or so of us) left to meet up at main st. casi­no one of their hawai­ian restau­rants; which served one of the best teriya­ki chick­en bowls in LV. mmm mmm good! i would have to say it was bet­ter than L&L or the loft; the por­tions were much big­ger but for the same price. so after our lunch, we all parted—some left around 1pm, anoth­er left at 1:30pm, and most of us at 2pm.

Sun­day, 3/9 2.30pm.ish
i drove jevon’s car back to OC since that foo was real­ly real­ly tired and pret­ty much, just looked and felt like crap—i guess it was just too much t&a up on his face haha =p. it was jevon, joe­ma­ma, mike d. and i in ultra-nice accord =). we got a call from mike a. around 2:30pm about three big acci­dents near bak­er, one of the major ones that cause the oth­er was the one involv­ing two tour bus­es. it involved more than a hun­dred being seri­ous­ly injured. it pret­ty much halt­ed the inter­state-15 south for 20 miles, and for a peri­od of about five-sev­en hours. i would have to say, expe­ri­enc­ing that acci­dent first-hand…any traf­fic (whether it be bay area/LA) is noth­ing com­pared to it. also, that was the longest vegas dri­ve home i’ve eeeeev­er been in. the bot­tom line how­ev­er, there was no fatality—which is real­ly real­ly good con­cern­ing that it was two big, tour bus­es. here’s some pics around 5pm-ish…this is ten miles away from bak­er where the acci­dent was some­what locat­ed…

for three or so hours, we were on a com­plete halt. every­one just got out of their vehi­cles and con­versed with the cars next to them. but for us, we were on a mis­sion. a mis­sion that was orches­trat­ed by jevon/joemama; to find hot girls in biki­nis haha. so we were pret­ty much bored, i guess the high­light of the three hours we were in the mid­dle of no where…was our trek to find a spot to pee at. just imag­ine, all those peo­ple out in the desert try­ing to claim their ter­ri­to­ry. good times.

Sun­day, 3/9 9.30pm.ish
after clear­ing the traffic/accident site around 9:30pm-ish…we stopped over at burg­er king at east main st. in barstow; and jevon drove the rest of the way back. i don’t want to ruin his adven­ture, so just read it for your­self at his blog entry “15 min­utes of sleep”.

all-in-all my friends, it does­n’t mat­ter where you go in life as long as you have peo­ple you have fun with, and care for along for the ride. it does­n’t mat­ter if it’s like a roller coast­er ride, because you’re not the only one rid­ing it; nor the only one expe­ri­enc­ing the thrills of the loops, and sharp turns the it gives us. ahhh life…it’s so full of sur­pris­es, one thing we can do to get through it is laugh along with our fam­i­ly and friends…and get lap dances till 9am at club chee­tah’s!!!

from my mind to yours, fly to vegas!

the true-untold vegas story…about…our recent vegas trip

here it is! a groove slight­ly trans­formed, brought from the norm… well, if you have been through the 916xL webring or sites linked through the group of friends i hold dear… you prob­a­bly heard how the jef­f’s-bday-vegas-trip was. now what you are about to hear is some­what the same, and somewhat—untold! =p…or some­thing like that—just try­ing to be enter­tain­ing there for a sec­ond.

due to the scarci­ty of green in my world, and the long hours at work i real­ly need to do, i was­n’t able to leave fri­day after­noon as most of the group have done. why, you ask? pret­ty-much, my assign­ment with my cur­rent com­pa­ny will only last for about two more weeks; there­fore, i need to get/work the most hours i can…no excep­tion since rent, utils, and extra bills have to be paid w/in the next two weeks. but back to the adven­ture…

Sat­ur­day, 3/8 9am.ish
so being the EARLY BIRD that i am =p…i woke up at 9am on a SATURDAY try­ing to pack, get ready, and go to rat­tan to meet up with our car­a­van peeps. the caravan/carpool i rode with were “SHUT-UP!” joe­ma­ma, “ROCK IT!” ryan, “L‑Train” lavar­ro, “AGOURA” belle, “TINZ­er” carta­ge­na, and… jevon =p (look jevon smi­lie haha). YOU THE MAN! =] any­ways, as i was say­ing… we were sup­pose to leave OC around 10am. how­ev­er, due to the slav­ish hours and hours of work that tinz was put under… we left around 11:30ish or so; but hey…whose complaining—our car­pool group did­n’t have a lot of mon­ey any­ways to spend in sin city.

the trip was short—for some rea­son. maybe it was the fact that tinz and i fell asleep and left jevon dri­ving to the sound of alter­na­tive music (i.e. all amer­i­can rejects—swing swing). don’t know what it was, i was freakin’ tired after we got on the 15-north for some rea­son. i guess the scenery was just boring—it was just straight up sub­urbs. one thing i noticed that woke me up though… i think it was the part were we where at norco—freakin’ cow-dung city of socal.

mean­while, wak­ing up after tak­ing semi-naps along the way to vegas. i noticed that cal­trans put up a divider on the 15 after the barstow area (well, that’s where i saw it first after wak­ing up). i think it just made the dri­ve some­what inter­est­ing. it just remind­ed me of an old nin­ten­do game, for­got what it was—but it was the same…only 2–3 lanes wide and always (most of the time) going straight. but yah, it was just weird see­ing that white middle-divider—i guess its been awhile since i’ve dri­ver to vegas.

Sat­ur­day, 3/8 5pm.ish

vegas baby, VEGAS! we got there and exit­ed to the chevron gas sta­tion at LV blvd. around 5pm. and start­ed to head on to the aladdin—where EVERYONE and their mama are stay­ing at. i meant this because there was pro­l­ly about 20+ peo­ple packed in like sar­dines in that mug. thanks to j.Flo for get­ting the room even though it was his bday. props man. the only thing i for­got to bring was my sleep­ing bag, which was in jevon’s trunk. crap!…so i had to sleep on those stanky ass hotel-comforters—who knows where those have been.

Sat­ur­day, 3/8 6.30pm.ish
off to the SPICE MARKET BUFFET?! $21+ for such good food. this buf­fet would prob­a­bly be one of the top3 buf­fets in vegas i’ve ever eat­en at…they rank:

  1. Bel­la­gio ($28/dinner)
  2. Rio ($18/lunch)
  3. Aladdin ($21/dinner)

what i like about the one at aladdin was the light­ing (not too dark and not to bright), and the selec­tion. i would say that 90% of the food that was out there were pret­ty damn good—enough for 2 rounds if you know what i mean. but 2 rounds for each food proved to be too hard for every­one that i went to eat din­ner with. the “ROCKERS” that “ROCKED IT” were: joe­ma­ma, belle, lou, tinz, and i; the place, was the restroom in the buf­fet =p. don’t hate…we just try­ing to get our $21-worth. was it worth it?—hell yes…enough for a sec­ond oper­a­tion dum­bo drop after leav­ing the buf­fet.

Sat­ur­day 3/8 9pm.ish

after spend­ing a hand­ful of time at the buffet…we pret­ty much felt like chill­in’ and takin’ it easy at the room; and maybe even take a nap. but that did­n’t hap­pen… it was already get-ready/pre-par­ty time for every­one. the tar­get: monte car­lo’s “the brew­ery”…eta: about 11pm.ish—just about when the par­ty hits its peek. but man…oh man…we were wrong about the time.

when we rolled up to da club, we thought that it was already a… “club”; but there was still a band play­ing. it was coo though. they can play pret­ty damn good. the band rocked songs from the 70s-and-on. the only thing i think that every­one was wait­ing for—was the band’s final song; which came about 12.30ish. and then, the dj spinned the record…

…to be con­tin­ued (on the true-untold vegas sto­ry: part deux)…