...blog this, sucka...
MONDAY, May 24, 2004
[mood] .cancerian.
[bumpin'] .nothin' but the buzzin' of this machine. 
[current desire] .to eat.

life sucks: life sucks... alot.

except for: ultimate brawl was a blast. oh my gulai. fun times... like:
watching tech times and peeing in my pants - playing games and sally walker with 220 - eating and terrorizing the local plaza - watching linda and joanna attempt to break - listening to taryn jabber about B ---- B---- reaker - eating candy 909 left for us - seeing Michelle Sabiniano again - sleeping under a table with hirano - waking up to find the ronstance using feng's butt as a pillow (literally) - holding hands and making a DC line on our way back stage - performing our piece again - being placed as champions for Ultimate Brawl - seeing our C3 and Ascension buddies - eating at fobby life plaza - barbequing steak survior styles at the bonfire - watching the guys shoot people with the oversized sling shot and water balloons.

here's a preview of the upcoming gallery:


not again??? dang... we're so blessed this year


us FORMALity (boys with red) and PacModern (black and neon pink/green) posing for everybody at the awards ceremony


joanna and suria being stupid again


oh yesss.... ascension people


ohhhh yesss again... C3 and ckim posing it up for my camera


hey Hirano, who's the biggest instigator on the team? oh? thought so.


Breed tearing it up for the 3rd time (long story there, don't ask)


mike posing off of construction stuff


Louis trying to be like Joanna and SRay. not quite sexy but ok.


sunsets are in Joanna's words, "bomb.com"


Joanna and SRay


ghetto ass bonfire. not to mention a serious fire hazard




final thoughts:
stress is bad... impairs your vocablary and spelling scills ... pho is superawesome ... there's something about a girl with short hair that always gets to me...

PS: semi formal is coming up... doin' it up usher styles. holler...


 
 his way                my way

post a comment

FRIDAY, MAY 14, 2004
[mood] .hyperactive.
[bumpin'] .last night - craig david
[current desire] .to narcolepticate.


it's 5:49am: it's 5:49am... i guess the hexa-shot at work wasn't too good of an idea. 6 shot americano. oh my... anyway. i was supposed to sleep 4 hours ago. today is Ultimate Brawl. that means i get to rock it till i drop it,, eat a hot italian sub with extra olives from subway (thanks jamester), take pictures of people dancing, hang out with my incredibly cool and sexy teammates, and party it up until my mommy says to come home.

flashback: i was just thinking... this 'last night' song reminded me of this one night practice was cancelled but i still practiced till the wee morning hour of 12am. gangster, hell yes. a teammate and i got bored of breaking so we came up with this silly routine to this silly song. fun times. which brings me to today... i wanted to take Lisa Smith's hip hop class but she was a no-show. it was like 20 after we were supposed to start when they cancelled the class for the day. some random guy and his girlfriend said "wait, can't he (points to me) teach"? DUDE: "aren't you like a sub or somthing he says" ... ME: "uhhh, no, but if you wan't, why not." ARC coordinator: "hmmm, let me ask my boss" ... (3 minutes later) ... ARC man: "sorry, he says you need to be certified" ... ME: (dejected) ... oh well. at least he said he'd recommend me for next year as a full time instructor. scratch that... 'regular' instructor. cool beans. ... my consolation prize? some chick took a bunch of pictures of me dancing for the upcoming schedule of rec classes. cool. in anycase, i need to sharpen up my teaching skills cause people say i got the stuff. stayed another 30 minutes just dancing when the sub finally came. whack ass camp-cheer-jim-eebobber from cal state fullerton claiming he was gonna do Team Melinnia but couldn't cause of stuff... uhhh, stuff? i know TM... and nuh uh... ... poser. with a capital P. ... so there's my decision. i'm going to submit a media kit and renew my CPR training. holla, suckas.

final thoughts:
people are out to get me at work because i'm leading a contest regarding frappuccinos. rediculous. is $75 worth fighting each other for? i just stand laughing at the side as my coworkers bicker at each other just to compete with me. i'm like, duuuuude, if you shut up, i'll buy you your fricken shoes, and if you shut up, i'll buy you lunch. there. yes, dollars are the root of all evil, folks. and i'm here to spread it. peas out, homies.

PS: i leave you with a recent experience at Newport Beach... awesome. ->


nice and fresh...
 
PPS: the FULL alluc04 gallery can be found [here] - and PLEASE no more im's about Joanna. i'm no cupid.... mark... *aheeeeem*

post a comment

 

[back to JPO home | previous 5]