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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
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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* 
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