S.H.I.T. at SoCal

So Hap­py Its Thurs­day” at SoCal! Just got home and ate some home-cooked meal from my grand­ma. Camaron rebu­sa­do and some Nila­gang Baboy. That’s “yum­my” in eng­lish.

Its been a while since I had some of her cook­ing. Last time the Gold­en Girls went up, they only brought pas­tries. Any­ways, LA is gonna have some nice weath­er this week­end. We are going to get some high 70s, and low 60s at night. Should be nice.

Mean­while, I’m gonna chill a bit before I roll on to bed. Prob­a­bly watch either Fever Pitch and/or Hus­tle & Flow. Tomor­row, I plan on swing­ing by West­wood to get some lunch with Jevon and Jovan. At night, prob­a­bly go down towards the Long Beach area to take my cousin out to din­ner as she is vis­it­ing here from the PI through her con­tract-work as an Soft­ware Ana­lyst (I think).

Oh man, should be good times on a TGIF. As for Sat­ur­day, no plans yet. I guess we might just end up rolling to Zanz­ibar at San­ta Mon­i­ca at night. Maybe catch a flick with some buds in the day­time. For Sun­day, maybe roll on to Roscoe’s Chick­en and Waf­fles but we’ll see what every­ones doing.

Any­ways, have a great Fri­day and smile… ’cause the week­end is here!

Back Up North By Southwest

Damn, that was one rough flight com­ing into OAK. Don’t do it again SW, or… NO SOUP FOR YOU! (I’ll update this entry lat­er today, sooo tired from the week­end… lots of stuff to write about. Good times.)

I flew down this past Thurs­day night by SW. Seems that they were delayed by 30. But oh well, I got to do online checkin and got sat with group A—yayer! First time I actu­al­ly got to sit with that group, as its usu­al­ly C and a cou­ple of times in B. I just dont like sit­ting in the back cause by the time you get your drink (for an hour flight) you’re already land­ing.

Fast-for­ward to Sat­ur­day
Woke up pret­ty late, as late as 11am. Yah I know, thats pret­ty ear­ly for a Sat­ur­day but I’ve been get­ting up pret­ty con­sis­tent­ly around 8am on the week­ends for some rea­son unknown. Got ready and went with my bro to his band’s prac­tice in the val­ley. Man oh man, it was freakin’ nice, warm weath­er. Its been a while since I have worn shorts and actu­al­ly felt com­fort­able to wear through­out the whole day and night. But yah, these suck­ers are crazy when they prac­tice. I took some doc­u­men­tary of it as well.

Mean­while, 5:30pm rolls around so fast that we were in a rush to get back because of Tinz’ hula recital (which was first-come first-serve seat­ing). I guess its real­ly true when you’re hav­ing fun, time flies. And as a char­ac­ter­is­tic of LA, good ol’ fash­ioned traf­fic (plus smog of course). Oh LA traf­fic, how I miss thee…

I final­ly got home to change a bit. Might as well, so I can just go straight to the club right after. But yah, I real­ly want­ed to take pics of Tinz’ show but could­n’t cause there was this huge ass doo­ds with sarongs(?). Kin­da like the ones that are on those “hawai­ian pow­er” shirts. Yah man, alo­ha to you too brotha. Fur­ther­more, the stage was real­ly damn close to us, thanks to the patience showed by BelLou.

It was Jevon, Jua­na­ton, Tom­my, Ryan, Jovan­horne, Cice­ly, Jay, Bel­Lou, and I attend­ing. I swear, we were like the press—a cam­era per indi­vid­ual. Even though they were strict about the cam­era, Lou man­aged to get some cool pics since he got the great seat—right up the mid­dle and away from the “mus­cles” to see. Besides that, I learned that you can use nylon (from under­wear) to make the harsh­ness of the built-in flash of dSLRs soft­er. I am label­ing that thing as a “flashdom”—kinda like a con­dom but for flash, keepin’ it safe from over­ex­po­sure-titis. And who bet­ter to teach me this? Yes, its him, Con­fu­cious rein­car­nat­ed… Jua­na­ton. I tell you, those “flash­doms” are gonna be a great hit.

Feel the Aura
The hula thing went well, kin­da remind­ed me of PCN but no “Cel­e­bra­tion” song. I was glad some­what that it was done as it took a long time to fin­ish. The head guru (I guess) planned giv­ing out the raf­fle stuff at the end; which dragged for more than 30+ min­utes or so. I was step­ping on it to go back home cause I left a bat­tery for my cam­era.

But alas, I got to the Rhythm Natives’ album release par­ty and show @ Aura Night­club in Stu­dio City. I was stress­ing out cause it was daaamn packed. The line was extend­ed pro­l­ly a good 100 feet; and that aint sin­gle-file. I freakin’ just paid $11 for VIP park­ing since I know I ain’t drink­ing cause of meds. Got out quick­ly with all my gear and pro­ceed to call T (my bro’s gf), which did­n’t pick­up… thanks. So I rushed through the back and made my way inside. First time I’ve ever done that; got lucky cause there weren’t any bounc­ers when I went through.

I took quite a lot of pics, or tried too. It was way packed inside, more than I was expect­ing for a gig like their usu­al ones. I tried tak­ing clear pics but that was a prayer since I had no clear sight to take a good expo­sure on. But any­ways, I got a hand­ful show­ing how great of a show it was. If you haven’t heard any of their stuff, you can go to www.rhythmnatives.com. Go and sup­port, they’re real­ly good—surprisingly.

Besides hear­ing that Lil’ Wayne was there, we saw JC Chasez with a cou­ple of hot ladies. Did­n’t real­ly get to take a pic of him, I shoul­da cause I just remem­bered that Gwen like that dood (if I can recall). But yah, he had some weird haircut—I think it was a mul­let.

Great Week­end
Got to see the doods/doodettes from Irvine, the fam and catch anoth­er RN gig—a band on the come up, I swear! And oh yah, got to eat one of my favorite late night spots—Sanam­lu­ang! Man oh man, can you say “mmm mmm good” in Thai?!

From my mind to yours, sup­port my bro and his band—the Rhythm Natives.

Music to My Ears

Well, got some R&R this past week­end. Went on some­what of a shop­ping spree con­sid­er­ing I haven’t bought any­thing for myself except for a cou­ple of shoes and a old navy pant this past year. Any­ways, final­ly upgrad­ing my computer—this baby should be able to rock steady with the new graphic/digital design tools I’ma about to get my hands on.

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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…?”