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