maury christmas

I thought this was pretty funny.

speaking of white guys.. i would like to give out the "white guy of the year award" today.. although mike rowe did come in a close second the white guy of the year goes too...

(drumroll)

MORGAN SPURLOCK!!..

this is the dood that did the documentarty "supersize me" and he also has a show now called "30 days" which i highly recommend to anybody wishes to expand their view of what this country actually is made up of.. this show is probably the craziest thing to hit middle america since.. i'm gonna say the craziest thing ever.. and i'm assuming that middle america actually watches this..

but surrrously, this fool isn't afraid to expose the bare truth about anything.. iono.. there's so much to write about his show.. it's just frickin CRAZY.. the latest episode gave the lowdown on the how prisons are the new cash crop.. how the whole system is just a modernized version of slavery.. i mean.. the business of prisons is exactly that... a business.. there are corporations and unions that are DEPENDING ON THE GROWING NUMBER OF PRISONS, not the growing number of schools or community centers, but depending on the expectation of the incarceration of more and more people.. and there is no federal push to make prisons a means of rehabilitation, NONE, strictly a means of punishment.. the only people pushing for these types of programs are former prisoners.. iono.. there's so much to write about it..

basically, for me.. he shows to me what middle america, and maybe even how some places closer to home actually are on a personal level... like what people are actually thinking when they say that there shouldn't be gay marriages, or that islam is the reason for 9/11, or that illegal immigrants are the problem with this country.. i mean.. it's just crazy..

just do me a tiny favor and watch an episode.. if you don't find it interesting or stimulating at all, that's fine.. but hopefully you'll like it enough to stop on that if you ever catch it again..

white guy of the year

tis the season of giving and receiving

so please don't be ungrateful to those that have done things for you, even if those things were before this season of giving and receiving..


if the shoes fit..
then wear the shoes..
especially if somebody else bought the shoes for you..




ps. prolly my biggest pet peave is ungratefulness, i really don't like watching mtv anymore because shows like my super sweet 16 and shit like that just show spoiled white kids (and sometimes even spoiled kids of color too! boo!) and how spoiled they are and how much rich mommy and daddy love to keep their kids spoiled and it doesn't contribute to move society in any direction other than to hate other people for being so frickin spoiled!! i'm not saying that spoiling your children every now and then is bad.. it's not 100% good, but it's not bad (i'm sure i'll spoil any children that i might have).. all i'm saying is that you don't have to broadcast that shit all over the network and rerun it like 1023941 times cuz all these people do is flaunt their wealth (and their ginormous amount of general ignorance!) to the rest of america..

and yes it's entertaining and whatnot but you really have to think what it's contributing to society.. in my opinion.. it's just degrading our society..

like jurassic 5 said..
either you're a part of the problem, or you're a part of the solution
what's your contribution to life??


that being said.. you should definitely watch dirty jobs with mike rowe.. that shit is entertaining and it gives light to jobs that people have that make civilization possible...


but yes.. don't be ungrateful.. you ingrates!..

pants on fire

there are two things that i really hated this weekend..
being bossed around by people that aren't my boss
and being lied to, straight to my face (this one is a pretty good assumption)

about my boss anyway.. even though i got electrically shocked at work and i come home with cuts and scrapes all over my hand, i just wanna say that i frickin love my job.. haha.. it's just fun making things with your hands and getting paid for it.. i mean there are sometimes when i get bootyass jobs that are just work to keep me busy, but sometimes i get jobs that are hella exciting, even semi dangerous.. working with frickin nasty ass slurry that would eat my skin to the bone.. hahaha.. makes me feel hecka cool..

shoutout to my lady/homie, apreezee, who also makes me feel really cool.. i think i should change my myspace profile to single now that i'm with her.. cuz facebook already says we're together..

shoutout to wally, who walked with me for five miles through inner richmond..

shoutout to rodkyle, who went to the faces campaign launch with us..

shoutout to adrien who was the last part of "us" that i didn't mention..

white people revisited

in the midst of all this drama
arab americans being tasered by blacks and asians
michael "kkkramer" richards doing a standup

i would like to revisit my white people topic, even though it has only been 1 post ago.

i feel it is necessary because there are many people (that i am ASSUMING to be white) that have let me down. has anybody read the comments that people would leave on TMZ.com or youtube.com regarding the respective videos?!? FUCKIN OUTRIGHT RACISTS! don't care who the hell knows that they're a racist.. let me give you and example from TMZ.com

3. The truth hurts. Those were NIGGERS and I'm sick and tired of anyone defending these monkeys. You've all seen them, in the movies, on the streets, on TV. Uneducated, disrespectful, animals, that's it, bottom line.
Posted at 12:55PM on Nov 25th 2006 by Billy ray

uhh.. excuse me billy ray (nice un-obvious name) ??.. did you just say "monkeys"??. maybe nobody told you, but using the word "monkeys" to describe people makes you a racist.. actually i take that back.. it just makes you a white supremacist.. and i'm assuming you're white... which you prolly are..(and you prolly still are a racist)

did you just say "in the movies... on TV"??
excuse me again billy ray.. but i need to inform you that black people on tv and in the movies (even in the most "wholesome" of movies, like in the little rascals, buckwheat) are often stereotyped by script writers and directors named bobby ray and billy bob, who are also racists..


i don't expect billy ray to read my post.. (actually i don't want him to read it. he prolly got his shotgun tied to a confederate flag somewhere ready to hunt me down like the uneducated and disrespectful animal that i am).. i just wanted to post somewhere to tell anybody that reads this that we as a society may not have progressed as far as we thought we did.. racism, as seen here, is still very much a part of society...

actually to restate what i learned from dylan (sorry wally, i forgot his last name) this country and maybe even this whole world works under two assumptions of white supremacy and black disposability.. crazy right??..too extreme right??.. that's what i thought.. but just take a quick comparison between hurricane katrina and 9/11.. which one were you most intrigued by??.. which one did you see the most coverage of??.. black people being killed, or white people being killed.. when he asked me this question.. i said 9/11.. then i realized he was right..

heaven only knows

something i never really figured out why more people don't go to church on thanksgiving. i know it's not really a holy day of obligation but for a day that's dedicated to giving thanks, if you're not giving thanks to God, then who or what are you giving thanks to??..

to white people??.. maybe..
speaking of white people, i would like to point something out about myself.. i know i hella like to openly hate on white people a lot, and sometimes it's hella mean and i know there are some hella cool white people out there and there are some hella not cool people of color out there too.. so why do i still do it??.. well for me, it all comes down to babies.. (babies!?! whaaaat are you talking about?!) the way i see it is that you have your normal white baby and your normal baby of color, doesn't have to be a particular color, mainly just not white.. your normal white baby has nothing to worrry about.. his/her parents can rest assure that this baby can live a fair life in this country and yada yada yada.. however, your baby of color, no matter what kind of social status his/her family has, and no matter about anything else... in some way, this baby is born into this world at a disadvantage (in this country at least).. and to me, that's not fair.. so sorry white people, i just want everything to be fair.. and since it isn't most of the time, i'm just gonna have to make more white people jokes.. i just wanna acknowledege that there are some really cool white people out there.. like my buddy Reese, that i met in SUMMER SCHOOL '05!!

what did one white guy say to there other white guy?
"I got into Yale"

a warning to nice people out there

not all good deeds go rewarded or noticed,
some good deeds are even punished.

I've seen it with my own eyes

one of them

there is a big big big big big big difference between just talking and talking and talking about something you're really passionate about, and actually doing something, like physically doing something..

for example
i can talk to my mom or friends about why i love cooking and all the things i plan to cook, but most of these potential recipes never get any play.. i never really make the effort and my mind gets caught up in something else.. it sucks that i talk a lot but never really do as much as i talk...

it's sad i know..
and unfortunately, there are 0thers just like me.. except they're not passionate about cooking..


(my title is taken from a Jurassic 5 song off the album Power in Numbers, no matter what EJ says, i still think it's just as good an album as Quality Control)

hi my name is

the other day when it was raining, there was one of those nametag stickers on the floor outside unit 2... it said, "Hello, I'm Ol' Dirty Bastard"

usually i don't think much of people putting random things on those nametags, but i this one was really funny to me.. i wish i could have taken a picture to show errbody..

haha.. ol' dirty bastard..

rest in peace dirty one..

heroes (not hans solo)

this is one dope album




in a world where everybody is going out for self like hans solo,

it's nice to be with someone that truly madly deeply does care for others before thinking about herself.



special shoutout to all fun people out there.

blogs

are not a valid form of keeping in touch

that's what myspace is for

too much too many people

we all chase the buck
we all don't give a fuck


the grouch is a frickin great lyricist.




and i wish some people would start caring.
apathy is the opposite of love.
so stop pretending to be one that l0ves.





this one is for southern comfort
don't fuckin cut me off when i'm giving giving giving valid constructive criticism. i have the decency to attentively listen to what you have to say, so have some fuckin respect and do the same for your fellow corps members.

welcome home, rommel

it's good to have you home

i don't need to tell you this
but a lot has happened since you been gone

i don't even think you read this,
but whatevers.


welcome home

friendly bear

a friendly bear is not what it sounds like

a friendly bear is a lonely bear

why?

because although the bear is friendly, let's face it,
it's a bear, so no one dares come near it.

they just watch from a distance

i am not a friendly bear, however,
because i am not friendly

bomb

i feel like blowing up
like a river backed up by a dam

damn
i hate selfish
ness

the boonies

sometimes, the title of the blog has nothing to do with what i intend to write about.. a lot of the time is the last song that got stuck in my head.. this title, however, will have something to do with the last line of this entry, let's see if you can make the connection..

speaking of music, damian marley's cd is friggin sick.. i don't know how many times i've said that in blogspeak but it's a cd that i can always com back to..

the microlab is having it's cleanfest.. woot woot..

being the bigger man is overrated

dinero

i think i've been buying too much stuff for myself lately. well really, it's cuz i planned to buy so many things when i first got my job that i really just used the money before i ever had it.

but i really would like try to just buy random things for people.

this is like a week overdue, but thanks should go to community chair, walter a., for helping me put together my computer.

i don't know if you read this, but hello richelle. thanks for having din din wiff me at the best ugly place to eat at berkeley, steve's korean (mexican) bbq.

and i would also like to thank grem for introducing me to zachary's picha..


something i've noticed about myself is that i get really bothered by people that are angry at me.
dun da lie dun da lie dun da lie

the college of engineering

is a place where I can't rely on myself to get me through the day (academically anyway)

i have to lean on somebody no matter what class it is i'm taking or, for the most part, no matter how much time i'm actually putting in to studying.


that makes me feel completely dependent
and it also makes me miss high school and grade school

the pen is definitely mightier

writing well is powerful
it can make people shut up



like when wally write's a response to absolutely anything.

i don't know if you read this wally.
but..

WHAT'S UP?!

i hope you never write a response against anything i write.

if you still have faith

i'm really really sorry that i haven't posted in exactly two weeks.

but just know that the sun's a-comin' because i will be purchasing a new computer, sorta..
and i will have access to blogger dot com more often. and we really need to move my desk out of my room but that is beside the point..

the point is that i need to be posting since i have a blog and since what i say is pretty fresh..

just kidding..

let's have fun with rhyme time shall we..

it's hasn't been the same
it seems we no longer relate
but would you still be my friend
if i took you out of my top 8


this goes out to absolutely nobody so don't be trying to read into me or anything.. just a line i thought about when thinking about myspace..

here you go

just cuz i said i would.
and i'm a man of my word.

just a really nice kitchen

that's all i really want when i grow up.

we all have dreams of making it big when we grow up. i think it's ingrained in out minds from day one that if we do well in school, we'll do well in life. meaning we'll make a lot of money. after a childhood of thinking this way, after i got into berkeley i figured that if i finished college i would do well in life, and i couldn't help thinking about what i'd do if i became rich.

if i ever make it in this life and do well financially for myself. i pray that i stick to the simple life. too many times i see shows of people flaunting their success in our faces or even worse, vh1's fabulous life doing it for them. i really hope i can stick to this goal. i can't stand little spoiled kids and even worse, spoiled grown ups. but yes. all i really want is a really nice and big kitchen. other than that, everything else should be just enough. let's pray for that.

next post i hope to have pictures of me and turtles.

heat it up heat it up heat it up

dinneyland '06

this is nicky.. teaching white kids about segregation using the rubix cube..
it says i "am never wrong"
tryna see what it do
and for all of you that don't know, apreezee is sooo bay wit it.
this is the second picture. in the first picture cas was scared out of his pants. and he was holding on to my leg... oh roomie, you funny mo fo
these are the twins. actually they're triplets but The Carrie couldn't make it to the picture

this has nothing to do wiff dinneyland but this is the princess of northern california. that's right.
PRINCESS NORCAL.

goodness

that was a long time without a post.

airbrushed shirts are the new pogs.
actually airbrushed shirts have been in fashion for awhile, but can we please stop wearing these shirts that are like XXXXXXXXXXL. i mean.. when did that even look good??.. some rich white fashion dood prolly just said to himself, i think i'm gonna make pajama tshirts the new gangstah apparel.. my goodness people..

not matching is the new black..
a lot of times, my so called "new trendy trends" are things that have been in fashion for quite some time.. i just choose to make them MY new fads whenever i so choose to.. that's because i am king of all that matters..

i am on a mission to find out all the cool kats of the underground hip hop scene, starting with blue scholars and typical cats..
mainstream hip hop is the new britney spears..

if i ruled the world

there would be world peace.
imagine that


wait a minute.. i take that back.. that's too bold of a statement.. i don't think i could create world peace by myself.. i think world peace can only be achieved when every person in the world can get on the same page, or at least in the same book, or magazine.. i'm pretty sure no one person can change the world just by ruling it.. except maybe batman..

by the way.. batman is way cooler than superman.. superman has everything going for him.. i bet he has superpowers that he doesn't even know about, like farts that can cure cancer, or eye goo that can stop global warming.. but anyhow, batman has nothing going for him but the applied science department of wayne enterprises, and some incredible stunt doubles..


in the midst of all this hot weather, i would like some deep fried icecream.

i would also like to say hello to other blogspot members
cas, trici, grem, lisa, and jae
let's have a blogspot party

something that should be noted

destiny's children, the later version of them, released two(2) singles very close to one another..

one was "cater to you" where the children of destiny talk about how they are gonna treat their men like little babies and comb their hair and put their doo-rags on and put their cufflinks and untie their shoes and have bubble baths with them and all kinds of fun lovey-dovey shtuff..

however, they also released "i need a soldier" or whatever the hell it was called where they proclaimed that they need their man to be the most toughest hardcorest gangsterest tough guy gangster in all of oakland ("the town" if you will) or some other turf..

now i ask you, children of destiny..
what kind of metrosexual thug passion gangstah are you really looking for?

swoll

is my ankle, and no, having a swoll ankle is nowhere near sexy or manly..

i changed the relationship status on myspace to "in a relationship" to start drama.. or maybe it's cuz i want attention.. muahahahaha!!.. but in any case, if you read this and are a myspace friend of mine (the only true measure of friendship) then there will be no drama fo you mama..

love and eggs are best when they're fresh. - Russian proverb.
(good eats wisdom fo yo mama)

big big big thanks to the co, apreezee fo sheezy for all the help with me being broken and all..

from lpg headquarters

actually we're at eric's playin smash bros

but i don't have working computers in my possession right now so posts will be posted whenever the opportunity presents itself..

what it do

patience is a virtue

and today my thoughts and prayers go to jackie coats, a kenyan woman who, within the last two months, lost her husband and now is fighting deportation..

from the microlab

that's right.. i'm posting from 406 cory hall, where all the microfabrication laboratory staff gangsters stay..


music and my parents are two of the few things that can always give me comfort.. they don't care about trying to understand me.. i just love them, and they just love me..

how's that for an ambiguous blog??..

being tired

i think i get my best thinking done when i'm pretty tired..

haha... competitive basketball is always fun.. roughhousing and shit.. it's real manly.. makes me wanna drink a glass of eggs.. while wearing a wifebeater.. and doing bicep curls with my other hand..

it's funny how people use the word "emo" in their vocabulary.. i'm pretty sure every time i've used it.. it was because i was making fun of it..

if you have time

this is a really long article.. but it's really good.. it's about the wowowee tragedy.. i think it gives a good perspective, maybe something your parents or aunts and uncles didn't tell you when they told you about the tragedy..

shout out to wally..

http://pcij.org/i-report/6/wowowee.html

speak on it

the official cool phrase of the summer

patron
the gangster drink of choice

whiskey
the brokeback drink of choice

plastic red cups
the mascot to all college parties

light/heavyweight
a measure of a person's worth

corinne bailey rae
my wife to be

pork spare ribs
a party in the making

playing basketball in chucks and still takin fools to school
straight gangster

word, son/cuz/nephew/lil nephew/bro/dude/dood/blood/bud/paaatnah

excuse me

for all the profanity in this entry.. i'm feeling like an expletive today.. and the soles of my feet are fucking killin me..

and excuse me..
for this angry ass post, but shit.. whatever goes up, must come down..

fuck, sometimes i just feel so fuckin alone.. like nobody around me understands what goes on in my head.. and all there is to do is laugh at the way i act or laugh at by bad speech or laugh just because that's what's expected from everybody, i guess.. and it's unfair on my part to try and expect people to understand what goes on in my head, but feeling alone can get so frickin frustrating.. and it sucks cuz all there is left to do is laugh.. cuz i think that's all i have..

maybe nobody really understands that last paragraph but me..

FUCKING SHIT I HATE EMO POSTS!..

but excuse me
if you've ever thought that i've acted a little weird..

i think sometimes i like to sing to kinna take myself out of a situation that i didn't like.. haha.. there's also this thing about drunk dialing..

speaking of drunk dialing.. GIANT FUCKIN THANK YOU to sandy for the free meal at elephants bar... it was delicious.. and there are some cute girls training along with you on that staff so i will be visiting you HECKA!..

oh and a final excuse me
if you read this
and you don't like me
anymore

spare the air

it's a funny thing seeing people at the bart station paying for bart tickets, when bart is free.. you'd think they'd have station agents at the ticket paystations telling people that bart is free.. but these people are lazy.. or maybe it's entertainment to them..

i also like it when people don't realize that they are entering a moving machine that will throw them off balance when it starts to move.. conversely people that forget to hold on to something when the train is coming to a stop also amuse me..

this is something that i remember seeing on bart.. i shoulda put it down somewhere because i almost completely forgot it.. i was riding home on bart one day.. towards daly city, pilipinas-land.. and i spot this old white man reading a book.. curious to know what old white men are reading these days, i focus on the book cover and what do you know?.. it's not a book but a english-to-tagalog dictionary.. i try not to judge the man but i can't help but just stare at him and wonder why he needs to know tagalog..

maybe he's training for the world tagalog speaking championships for old white men..

i'm urgin you

i have the urge to leave work early tomorrow, cuz i already turned in my time card for the month of june

i also have the urge to clean my buddy list of anybody i haven't talked to in the past 3 months

don't you ever just get the urge to make inappropriate witty and rude comments whenever you feel like it

i always have the urge to just roll down my window and throw shit at mean drivers

but these are just urges

i don't care what you say

corinne bailey rae is my wife. to be.

in other news
basketball at the rsf is the new pogs
and blisters on the bottoms of my feets hurts like a mo'fo

reading is fun.

online time

this really has nothing to do with anything that has happened to me recently.. just something i thought about cuz that's pretty much all i do.. think about things to write about...

when you're signed on to aim, or yahoo messenger, or msn messenger, or google talk, or what have you.. i think it is completely illegal to be in a bad mood while signed on.. especially if you're active, ie not "away".. you have absolutely no right to not be in a mood to talk because you have signed on to a service where all you can do is talk.. and you have no right to be mad while signed on because i think that's just stupid.. if you're not in a good mood when you start up your computer then don't sign on!.. it's that easy.. wait for a good time when you are happy and hyphy and having a good time..

teedra moses is WEEEEE!!..

i remember when i lost my mind

(hey.. i wanna get in on this blog title fun too!)

i lose my mind everytime i'm alone for too long..

like 2 hours too long..

which is funny cuz i also lose my mind when i'm in a place that's too crowded...

happy birfday june babies!

especially the sister.. thanks for the outing to the giants game!..
you are old.. but 23 is a good age to be..

but yes.. speaking of games.. this is for the obnoxious ass fans in our section..
don't get me wrong, i don't mind loud fans or anything like that.. but being annoying is different.. and how the hell are you gonna swear and cuss and be hella inappropriate with little kids RIGHT NEXT TO YOU looking back at you every time you scream some expletive.. daymn people.. where has the decency gone?.. haha.. and i love how you have to be with all your posse to muster up enough courage to say something to the players cuz you know if this were a normal bar setting, they'd wipe your ass up and down that bar..

and it didn't help that you all were white, with backwards hats, and sunglasses (to a night game)..

but i guess it was entertaining watching you disgrace yourselves.. stupid asses..

and to go to the other side of the spectrum.. this goes out to the poser in our section.. who only started to heckle the players once we had a 14-1 lead.. what the HELL??.. that is the closest thing to a home team bandwagoner i've ever seent..

iono.. i guess you had to be there..

but anyways.. HAPPY BIRFDAYS JUNE BABBBBBIES!!

kindness is timeless

yes.. but working in the cory microlab for just 2 days, under people that don't really care much about anything except the advancement of technology through silicon wafers, just makes my kindness feel overlooked.. whatever though, i'm not complaining about easy money.. i just hope that one of them brainiacs starts talking to me and just starts giving me their extra money that they got from intel or somebody.. that's how i plan to make it in this world..

i think the money that i'm gonna make for my first month is already used, before i even get it.. haha.. i guess that's what you get when your sis pays for presents for mom and dad for the past couple years, and when you just take hella long to get a job.. whatevers though.. momanddad, you're gonna love you're new digital camera.. (i know you don't read this.. )

speaking of presents.. i'm very excited to give my sis her bday present.. i hope to take a picture of her reaction..

that entry was very boring and pre-teen-xanga-ish.. i need topics to write on.. BUT MY LIFE IS SO MUNDANE!.. i think i'm gonna make stuff happen..

that's right..magic..

it's the food, baby..

this is what food looks like to me.. first, we have an example of what else you can order from lucky chances beside tosilog, over easy please.. this here, a ruben sandwich with fries and a chocolate shake.. and why yes, how did you guess it?.. this was a night when camille velasco was at lucky chances..





this a pizza with mandarin oranges and pinapples.. that's right.. real gangstas have more than just one fruit on their pizzas.. that's EXTREME.. the taste is kinna weird.. but hey.. some people are into weird things..


this is what apple pie looks like in pacifica on a saturday morning.. notice how we put apples next to it to show you what kind of pie it is.. my mom didn't like the pie that much.. i thought it was aite.. it didn't fit in the cake stand that my sister bought me for my christmas.. it had too much girth.. 

blacksheep

it's weird how i came out..
i am very different from my high school friends.. and from the family that i grew up with..
i wonder why that is??.. we all grew up in the same place.. at the same time.. but somehow i came out acting different, dressing different, and thinking different..
well at least that's how i see it.. maybe we're really all very much the same.. but i'd have a hard time believing that..

joshua is listening to pandora.com.. the website for all music gangsters..

weird men (and weird women too)

michael chiarello is one of the whitest people on tv.. have you seen his show??.. it's called easy entertaining by michael chiarello.. it should be called "this is how you cook for white people in the napa valley".. and while we're on this topic.. ina garten's show "barefoot contessa" (i still have no idea who the hell contessa is) should be called "this is the other show where you can learn how to cook for white people, but the white people located in martha's vineyard"..

and while we're on the topic of the food network.. i would like to make this bold font statement.. although i love channel 35 dearly, i would like to say that i think that the food network is racist. yes i said it.. do you need an example?.. why yes i can give it to you.. in the past season of "the next food network star" (foodtv's equivalent to "so you think you can dance?") or whatever it was called, they decided to let affirmative action win and have an asian contestant on this show.. however.. they decided to get the most amateur mo'fo' they could find.. some weird asian chick from stanfurd, who had NO PREVIOUS COOKING EXPERIENCE other than what she did in college.. WHAT THE HELL??.. asian's can cook! (read previous post).. let's put this girl on the show so that we can kick her off first thing.. that'll satisfy middle america.. oh yea.. and the other lucky contestant to benefit from affirmative action was a fat black guy.. who was also a little weird..

dammit.. i was supposed to be making fun of weird men in this blog..
let's continue to do so..

what the hell is wrong with ne-yo??.. that song "when you're mad" (though i am greatly entertained by it) is the stupidest song ever!.. yes i said it.. it is just gonna get these stupid ass bf's to play this stupid song whenever they get in a fight with their gf's.. hoping to get laid.. i can see it already..
gf: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND!
bf: (i love it when she gets mad.. now i can play "THE SONG")
::plays song::
bf: come on, babe, let's have angry sex...
gf: (i'm gonna say yes, so i can stab him during foreplay)

and while we're on the topic of "soulful" singers.. how the hell was sisqo popular?!?.. i mean he was short and HE HAD SILVER HAIR!!.. and he wrote a summer anthem about thongs!!.. and he was an ok dancer.. i remember be brought mya into the scene with their duet.. maybe that's why we listened to him.. cuz mya is HOT!!..

that was long...

blackbook material

i think that the kitchens in chinese restaurants are places of beauty.. not the most aesthetically pleasing places but they are seriously places of awe for me.. cuz the cooks in there are frickin AMAZING.. all they have is ONE wok, a big metal ladle and a metal spatula and they can churn out like 100 different items with the food they have to work with.. it's so crazy how choreographed their movements are and how good their timing is with everything.. and really.. you never meet these chefs at the restaurant.. but they are some of the most skilled people EVER!..

also.. i would like to point out that BART is the great equilizer of the bay area.. everybody takes bart.. and there is no dress code for it either.. you can be in sweats as i was today.. or in a 3-piece suit as was the dude next to me.. maybe a tux would be really weird on BART.. but i wouldn't be surprised if i saw it.. no one ever bothers me on BART either.. which is weird cuz i hear a lot of other stories about people got bothered on BART.. maybe it's cuz of my hooded sweatshirt..

"ADIOS.."

breakups 2 makeups

haha.. back and forth like old school pong..

i am a strong believer in taking breaks.. for EVERYTHING.. cuz sometimes.. taking a break from something that's been happening as a routine for way too long is prolly the best idea EVER.. maybe i'm just speaking for myself..

haha.. those couple sentences are way too vague..

so what??..
that song is way too sexy to me for some reason.. i didn't like it at first.. but i love the chorus.. i remember when there was talk about how ciara used to be half a guy or something like that.. sooo whhuuuttt??.. hahaha..

sending my congratulations to sandy tsang, the ex-roommate.. you can never leave me woman.. haha.. prolly one of the most complementary friends i've ever had.. sandy, you must be within driving distance to me all the time, now that you've graduated.. driving distance FOREVER..

and on that note.. this blog is dedicated to all the cool kats from cleary second floor freshmen year.. prolly the most un-college-like floor this world has ever seent.. but i loved it.. for the most part.. i wish i had a picture from back in the day..

so much the floor shakes

this blog is dedicated to grem.. who just gave me my first drunk call ever.. and it was 10 times better than i had ever imagined it to be.. haha.. you is a funny gangsta, em..

trici says that italics make you look like an e-rapist.. hahaha.. meet me in the dark alley..

this blog is also dedicated to patron.. for being so gosh darn expensive..

drinkin patron shots
so much the floor shakes

where is that from??.. i'll give you a hint this week..
winner will get a really big chocolate chip cookie..

ME C124: Mechanical Behavior of Engineering Materials

you officially suck..
not cuz you're material is boring or difficult..
or that you are always the last class of every week thus making you the longest class of every week..
or cuz your course description is so long..

you officially suck
cuz it is 1:18am friday morning and i am stuck alone in my apt studying for this final while the world seems to be galavanting around me..

you make me emo..
like this..

there's no use

what am I?
supposed
to doooooo??..

(you are cool if you can tell me where that's from)

shout out

to the may babies.

happy birfday krystle.
hope all is good
and you chillin
like ice cubes
in the hood

and happy birfday to my DAD!!.. WOO DAD!!..
i hope i get a well-paying job this summer so i can get you a really good present.

and happy birfday to IYYYYAAAA!!.. wooo.. the youngest of the tanedos..
you better pray that i get a well paying job too.. so i can teach you all you need to know about being cool..
(actually.. that has nothing to do with money.. but pray still iya!)

hallway fun

remember when you were a little kid and you like to pretend that your house was a scary movie at night?.

me too..

actually i still do..  

freewriting time

i'm bored.. so let's freewrite a poem on absolutely ANYTHING..
and let's see if we can make it all rhyme..

now listen
give me a fridge
n a kitchen
n you know i'll
get an itchin'
banana splits n
sundaes
wit even
crepes
on somedays
jus the
beginnin

the end.


(the beginnin and the end come right after each other.. how profound!)

interviews

i'm REALLY not good at looking people in the eyes when i'm talking to them.. i think that makes me look insecure with myself or something.. maybe i'm just making that up..

i hope i can get me a job.. that would be my present for mother's day..

oh yes.. and happy mother's day to all the mom's that look at this blog..
(i wonder how many of you there are out there)

i intend to write a poem about you, Mom.. or maybe all moms in general.. but i wanna make it good so it'll have to take time..

{m}aganda-ish

haha. i must admit.. i used to think that maganda was the pilipino outlet for you artsy types.. but i'm sooooo glad i was a part of it this year.. we major homie!.. i do wish i helped out with the literary part more.. well maybe that's only in perspective after taking p4p.. and i also wish i had cool handwriting like jason, patrici, or anybody else who's name tag looks hott like fi-yah..

i wanna do so many things next spring, i think i might explode..

let's make money first though.. pray for me.. and thank you jayme for frickin me out about my interview you jerk..
how many millimeters in an inch?

where are my manners?

i totally forgot to congratulate next year's core.. let's have some fun with this shall we?..

thank you to camille for getting me one of the greatest presents(seriously) i've ever received.. imma get you back for this one, camille, you greatestgiftgivermakesmefeellikeajerkyoujerk..

and finally.. here's to april.. soon to be greatest co-vice tandem of all time or at least for now..

joshua just bought the sergio mendes cd you see.. and it's timeless!..

how come..

there are a lot of songs/poems that ask an endless amount of questions.. (well maybe there aren't.. but in my head there are).. and to me, sometimes these songs just point at problems.. and as gangstalicious said "let's be solution oriented"..

but still i really like the style of asking question after question.. i think it's a really cool way to deliver lyrics.. i think i shall try to write something like that.. but i really would need a good topic.. not just random ass questions going back and forth..

oh poetry.. you are soo good to me..

when we get by with love

t'is a beautiful day
and you're welcome to stay


i wish i had a good singing voice... prolly for selfish reasons though.. but i do love music.. and i love to sing it.. i just wish i knew that it sounded good when i do sing.. haha.. i know this extra-low voice isn't very good for anything but bass.. and vibrating things that touch me while i'm talking...

cooler than being cool

today.. i stepped out of my apartment at 12pm..

yet.. in my apt, with all the lights turned off.. it felt like it was 5am.. and it was cold as hell..

i swear no matter what day/time/season it is.. it always feels like it's the darkest days of December whenever you're in my apartment living room..

(that being said, i think i'm gonna limit my entries to one topic each)

((maybe not though))

talk to him, pimp

the other day when i came home.. i needed to use the car.. but my mom was using it when i got home...
when i finally got the car.. i started driving and turned on the stereo.. when the cd that was in the car started playing, i realized it was e-40's new cd..
conclusion: right before she gave me the car, my mother was ghostridin' the whip...


this blog is dedicated to fun times in foster city.. thank you p4 and romero family/household/house/hot tub for a fun weekend.. and i frickin hate the movie, hostel...


thank you also to anyone that came to see me read at p4p final readings.. i apologize for swearing in my poem.. (no i don't)..
i really liked that that class made me write poetry and i really had to think about my poems and that i had to be able to defend each line in my poem.. imma miss my small group.. those people are some super sic wit it writers..
i posted my poem already in my myspace blog.. but here's the final version.. trisha said that it's not really the same reading a poem rather than hearing it.. so if you would like to hear me read it.... too bad! you missed your chance!..

haha.. just kidding.. but i sometimes i feel really weird reading my poetry.. especially for my friends.. i think it's cuz a lot of times the thoughts i write in my poetry come from a side that sometimes i'm afraid to express.. iono.. or i get self-conscious about my low-ass voice..

ey you remember
when cheney
shot some dude
in the face
on accident
n he tried
to play
it off
tried
to pretend
like nothing
bad
ever
happened

cuz it was an accident n
that dude
didn't die
like when
one week
before that day
74
from my home
74
Pilipinos/people
of my own
74
mostly women
and children
that were stepped on
stampeded on
pulled and pushed
by a parade of
30,000 poor people
all desperate/dying
for a piece
of paper
a single
raffle ticket

30,000 Pilipinos
starvin
stugglin
with 100 pesos
less than 2 dollars
a day

30,000 Pilipinos
sick of being told
that we’re lazy
sick of being screwed
by our own country
by our own president
cuz they
won’t let us
make a living
off our own soil
so sick
of all this shit
I mean
fuck
with these odds
stacked up
against you
i bet
you’d bet
your life on
game show
too

74 dead
all over a game show
but we don’t pay no
attention unless I say so

SO ATTENTION!!

I died 74 times
over a game show

but it’s ok though

cuz the Philippines will never
make the front page
or the home page
only/this page
so I’ll just bottle up/this rage
read up on
how Dick shot Harry
in/his face
and pretend
like nothin bad
ever happened

we gon' keep bakin'

til the day we get cake
and WE DON'T CARE
WHAT PEOPLE SAY

that's a beautiful line says I...


it's soo easy to feel on the outside of everything.. out of the box.. haha.. and that feeling multiplies itself when you find yourself going to and from the library by yourself.. (such a sad sentence).. i think i need a trip to the Philippines by myself or something..

i miss being home on a regular basis..

haha.. i shouldn't complain.. i live so close to home..



i also miss my old roommate, Sandy.. i wish i was still living with you, Sandy.. haha.. i still can't believe we went a whole year with four people in that small ass apartment.. oh man those were good times though..

speaking of roommates.. Kat has just IM'ed me.. listen in..
xKATastrophic: lol do you hear that?
vale n twine: hear what??..
vale n twine: sex??..
xKATastrophic: lol i have no idea!?
vale n twine: i don't hear anything..
xKATastrophic: either that or someone singing abnoxiously
xKATastrophic: ohh..i think its in the garage.

people are having sex in our garage..

the fob show

oh mayn.. everytime i go a bindlestiff show, there's always some skit that makes me start hella thinking about it.. hella applying it to myself.. and then i hella wanna start writing about it right there.. but of course don't have my beloved blackbook.. and it's too dark there anyway.. and then i forget about what i wanted to write on the bart ride home, and besides, writing later isn't the same as writing in the moment.. you never feel the same.. in class Ruth Forman (a goddess) said that she would always write something as soon as she thought of it.. she said that one time in a club she wrote a line or stanza while she was in a club, with her lipstick.. i really wanna start being that dedicated to writing..
anyways, i hope i'm able to volunteer at bindlestiff once i graduate or something.. their scripts and their actors get the pilipino-ness of it all so much better than i've seen here, in PCNs..

i hate when you have doubleheaders where you win one and lose one.. cuz it's so unsatisfying.. it's like.. oh.. i'm not too mad or too happy..

my engineering advisor doesn't seem to have much confidence in me..

Ode to Apple Pie

a la mode
or a cappella
warm Apple Pie
you always
make me
feel
hella better
like a warm sweater
or like a shelter
in rainy weather

how you came
to us
no one knows
but I bet
the story goes

that when God
made you
for the first time
he must have said

Damn!
THIS is divine
food of the gods
no equal
I shall bless
my people
with
you
Apple Pie

so whenever
we take
that first bite
we give thanks
like we should
say
Good Lord!
This is good
the official prayer
to Apple Pie

define riordan boy

OOH! i know this one...
hahaha..

i'm just gonna say.. that from now on.. me and bryan are just gonna initiate everything ourselves.. and everybody else can just follow along.. yep..

and suddenly i realize why rommel always organized things himself.. cuz he knew that these boys were too lazy to do it themselves.. or that we're the most undecisive people in the world..

on another note.. i am not going to a party at the boondocks for a long time..

the song tell me when to go.. although it has brought this "yay" area together under one "movement"..it gives reason for people to act like they no longer have anymore sense.. i'm not trying to say that ghostriding isn't cool or funny.. or whatever the hell it's supposed to be.. i'm just saying that sometimes.. THAT SHIT IS FRICKIN STUPID!.. especially when i'm seeing stupid ass white people ghostriding in the suburbs on youtube..

i don't know how to say no sometimes.. and people like to take advantage of that.. that shit pisses me off.. but i'd never say it..

i really need to fix my untitled poem in the last post... my small group tore it up..

and to end this on a happy note.. i went to a club and politely asked a girl to dance.. and then thanked her when we finished dancing..


somebody tell what's the name of that slow hyphy song by the team..

my parents are cool

UNTITLED

9 months
before
February 14, 1985/the national day of love
something spectacular
occurred
out of love

on that day
a great man
greater than gods
titans or tiger woods
AND
a marvelous woman
more marvelous than
the sun kissing the moon
got together
to practice/their power/of procreation
out of love

see
this man
dropped out
of college
out of love
for his family
and
this woman
out of love
for her family
crossed
the fattest ocean
left
the third world
for a first class
lifestyle

21 years ago
out of love
you two
graced me
with life
so that
21 years later
I could write
this poem
out of love
for you

(by the way.. this blog entry is dedicated to cjay.. haha.. hi cjay!)

to be

thanks to P4P
i think twice every time i use a version of the verb "to be"

everytime i look at a piece of writing, i start eliminating every unnecessary word possible

haha.. it's pretty funny how critical i've become lately..

of everything..





well not of everything...
but alot of things





(i gotta figure out how to alter my template thingy.. help me superman!)

labeled the brown zeus

keak da sneak is a hall of famer in the making...
why you ask??.. how genius can you be to come up with a name like that, and actually live up to it??.. he's so sneaky.. makin sure that you know it's really him everytime you hear a verse..
HELLO??.. BUH-BYE! (BA-BANG?).. yes yes.. best thang since cornflakes keak da sneak and mess..
i don't know about you.. but that's just amazing... i'm serious..


i just want to pose a really really good question that trici asked in one of her blogs.. i think it may be one of the most thought-provoking questions ever..
if clothes all costed the same, would there be all these fashion trends and fads??.. would you buy designer clothes??..
i think i actually asked more than trici did..


i've grown fond of tea here in pacifica.. and i can now tell when the tea becomes bitter and bad.. hahaha.. i'm gonna work on telling the subtle differences between different teas so that i can become a professional tea connoisseur.. i wonder if i'll get an accent if i become an expert.. i bet i would.. all experts have accents..


i wish i were more into mechanical engineering..

yadidadig a majig!..

i was gonna fall in line

haha..
there was this really cute blonde dc girl at DC3.. or as i like to call it.. Club DC3..
cuz that shit had neon lights and weird scaffolding thingys...

but yea.. i miss the DC3.. and that cute dc girl.. she always smiled at me while i fooled around in line... i never did get her name..

over break i am going to attempt to make apple pie.. if anybody wants anything else just give me a rang cuz i have nothing to do over break.. other than make apple pie...

this blog entry is dedicated to bryan.. one of the few people outside my family that i've known since i was five... i remember in kindergarten, you knew how to write your name and i had no idea how to do that yet.. i was jealous of you..

...

that jealousy has never left me...
hahaha.. just kidding.. remember we used to play ball like every day.. we never really worked well as a duo.. you were always a lot better at basketball than me.. but i was better at EVERYTHING ELSE!!..

thank you also to the LPG for putting me in their myspace picture.. check it out while it's still there.. remember guys.. i gave you your first gig!... hahaha..



joshua is currently listening to the LPG - DC girl LIVE

i miss my old blackbook

don't get me wrong.. i love my new thicker black book..
but i can't carry it in my pockets like my old one.. and that's a shame.. cuz a lot of times i want to write things down, but i don't have a black book to write it in..

this past saturday was prolly the best example of this tragedy..

-out of all the days in the first 2 and a half months of this year, we decided to choose the frickin most perfect day ever to hold sportsfest.. WE ARE FRICKIN GENIUSES!!..

-guys that take playground sports seriously are prolly to most annoying people in the world.. frickin male testosterone.. i frickin HATE THAT SHIT!!.. why do you need to take games that are being played at a park seriously?!.. nobody is looking at you.. put your goddamn shirt back on.. you're not proving that you're any good at any of these sports (by the way.. i would whoop your asses at all of them..) all you're showing is that you were THAT CLOSE to making your JV practice squad..

-white people at the park playing with that weird frisbee thing.. you scare me.. learn your lesson already. STAY AWAY FROM THE TREE!..

-i miss playing horse.. and saturday dusks in my backyard.. rollerblading in a circle for hours..

-the benefit concert was frickin awesome.. i must give it that.. but here are a couple things to think about..
{1} first of all, kiwi and bambu have performed at all of these shows, and done SO MUCH for this community for free longer than most of us have been here.. i think we owed it to them....
especially since we got frickin $1500 from asuc, telling asuc that we needed the money to help us send money to Philippines for the same reason that we're holding the benefit.. i'm sorry.. that's half hypocritical.. and i'm sorry Native Guns..
{2}how the hell are you gonna sell water bottles as a fundraiser at a benefit concert?.. that don't make sense to me either.. i hate how everything seems like it's revolving around money rather than the community nowadays..
{3} don't ever compare what we did to what you're doing now.. that's frickin RUDE!..

-i really hate the term "freaking".. for some reason.. it sounds really white to me... personally, i think "dirty dancing" is a lot cooler.. but no one uses that term anymore..
i really like to point out people that dirty dance..

i'm really sorry that this entry was really mad.. but hey.. sometimes i'm mad...
(SURPRISE!!)

on a lighter note.. i would like to thank patrizzle ici wici for making my background and teaching me how to use the photoshop.exe.. but seriously trici.. we need to change my set up now.. and go to gilroy right quick..



joshua is currently listening to pink martini - hang on little tomato...
(strolling through the park music)

she don't have no scratches only beauty spots

damian marley's cd is just genius..
it's kinna weird though.. cuz he released "Welcome to Jamrock" and "Road to Zion" as his first two singles, but they're both kinna sad.. the rest of the cd is hecka good yo... hahaha.. but those two songs are good as well..
i can't wait til a party plays "beautiful".. who knew bobby brown still had some soul in him??..

this blog is dedicated to grem... who told me to blog more.. ( HI EM!! )
i don't think i can blog as much as you.. but i'll try..

studying is overrated..
maybe not.. but i really hate it.. i just wish professors would just tell us how to do homework sometimes.. i do understand why they have to go over theory during lecture.. and sometimes, it is relevant to the homework.. but i hate when you go to lecture and all this greek alphabet crap is going all over the place and you're like "what's that??.. gamma??.. what's that stand for??"..

i like people that make comments about me being an engineer.. good or bad.. it's all pretty funny to me..
it's almost like i'm supposed to be different cuz i'm an engineer.. haha.. i guess you could say that for any major.. i still wanna go to culinary school eventually.. i'm just not sure where it's gonna fit in my life blueprint..

(those last two sentences don't really make sense in the context.. go ahead.. look back)

kat's been checkin the mail lately.. even though i'm the one with the mail key.. so i usually just bring it in... i think it's because she has a playgirl coming in or something...
oh kat... such a great roommate...
sometimes.. if i'm doing ab rollie thingies late at night.. and i'm getting in to the workout.. and i start grunting.. and kat's in the next room sleeping.. i wonder if she wakes up.. and starts wondering what's going on in the next room.. muahahaha...

that's all..



joshua is currently listening to Damian Marley!!.. WOO HOO!..

breakfast food is for champions

what i've come to realize
is that i'm pretty one-dimensional
in what i cook
or like to cook..

i mainly like to cook breakfast foods
or desserts..

but whatever.. those are prolly the best meals of the day..
i think that if you can cook
pancakes, waffles, and french toast from scratch,
then you're already primed to be the
BEST UNCLE EVER!!..

i would like to see
what it would be like to work
in a bakery..
cuz they work the graveyard shift..
and bakeries smell good..
i wanna smell good..



speaking of food.. starting now..
i am giving up all fast food for lent..
and the definition of fastfood is anything that has a drivethru..


goodbye jack and wendy and ronald and weird burger king guy..


joshua is still currently listening to GOAPELE BITCHES!!..

in an episode of lakers vs. warriors

i hate laker fans that come to a warriors game
and don't do their homework on the warriors..

and then they have the nerve to sit somewhere
in my vicinity..

oh yea.. and i hate fans that try to convert me
to the lakers.. like the lakers are cool or something..

oh yes.. and I REALLY HATE anybody that tries
to turn any sporting event into a masculinity/testosterone contest..
oh mayn.. I FRICKIN HATE THAT SHIT!!!..

please people.. i've been following my team too long
and i don't really care what you have to say anymore..
cuz unlike some other folks
i've done a little of my homework on the lakers..

and all i know is that a great player makes the players
around him better..
michael jordan turned scottie pippen into a hall of famer..

kobe's a REALLY good basketball player.. i can admit that obvious shit..
but that's not gonna win him a championship..
or is it gonna win him back his deal with nutella..

basketball players should start wearing chucks again...

and the warriors (again) are one or two players away from a playoff berth..

those three dunking doods at the game were frickin sick...

here we go

this blog is dedicated to Pacifica, CA.
for making me the person i am today..


In Pacifica

On Sunday mornings
In Pacifica
i wake up
wearing four layers
of clothing
under four layers
of blankets
still shiverin

when wind blows
in Pacifica
I stand outside
Eyes shut
Arms spread

So this is why
Birds fly

Pacifica pours on
fog so thick
it makes you drive slower
cuz you wanna make sure
that you’re actually movin
somewhere

when I go home
to Pacifica
I love
hatin
that it’s cold as hell
outside

Cuz i would hate
Lovin
All this warm weather
All the time