for '09

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

no bueno

i dont have pet peeves. i have major, psychotic, fucking hatreds!

so i'm sick of hearing all this christmas joy and what not. christmas always kicks my ass. i'm stressed out buying 6549843249876 gifts for people, what to give, how much to spend, how i'm gonna afford to drink water after this always always ALWAYS leaves me in a bitter ass mood. shopping is NOT fun when its not for me. (especially when every store plays the same christmas muzak on blast and i aint in the mood for fuckin raindrops on raindeers or however the fuck the song goes.)

but i digress. when i'm already stressed, the little things that kinda bother me, start to really really bother me, and the pet peeves give birth to major mental meltdowns and i feel sorry for whoever is on the receiving end of my unfiltered mouth. so, until i'm stress free (which is after my son's first birthday), please keep me clear of the following:

- denim on denim. this went out in the 90's i thought? WHY do girls insist on doing it still?
- french tip toe nails. my bff loves to do this, but i dont understand why u want ur toes to look like fingers with long nails.
- feeling like i gotta shit RIGHT when i get outta the shower. i hate when this happens.
- someone who eats the last of ur favorite food.
- drivers who dont use their turn signal. can u not move ur finger one fucking inch to let me know where u tryin to go? really?
- girls who think they steezy, but really aint. dont u have friends to tell u the truth about ur outfit?
- wet socks. especially when you spent 10 minutes and 39 seconds trying to find the matching pair to your favorite ones.
- dry or undercooked rice. the fuck is that?
- phone numbers with 9 or 11 digits. WOW.
- meebo's fucked up servers.
- fuckin posers. or hypebeasts. or single white females.
- olives.
- non- words. understoodable? OMG lemme buy u a dictionary for xmas. and just cuz biggie said it, dont mean that conversate is a word. the word is converse! like the shoe! except the emphasis is on a different syllable. say it with me now.. converse!
- friends who are lightweight annoying and mooch on car rides, food, your first born child.
- friends that say they're gonna disappear and dont answer ur calls, then get mad when they dont get emailed, texted, IMed or invited to vegas. cry me a fuckin river.

i promise i'm not always this shitty. just spreading myself, my time, my resources a lil too thin right now. maybe i'll be better yomotto. (Adri!!!) if not tomorrow, i'll def be a happy camper on thursday after all my gifts have been opened and i know i went broke to see the people i love smile. cuz THAT makes it worth it..

merry christmas you guys!

i shine, u shine..

i did end up suka-ing... but i was still shinin' none the less..

thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate with me, i couldnt have lost my liver without you! from the henn shots while pre-funkin at the set, to the last tokyo tea that made me suka my dinner, i had THEE best time with all of my favorite people. (really, my entire address book came out. i am so grateful!) pics are up on my shutterfly..

sittin on top of the world.

i am BLESSED. all the people who mean anything to me have taken a time out to wish me a happy birthday. i haven't truly celebrated my birthday in like 3 years cuz 1. its so close to the holidays that i'm usually just too stressed out, 2. last year was my big 2-5, but i was 7 months pregnant, and 3. i'm kind of a big deal everyday, not just on my birthday. ha.

more than ever, i feel.... complete. i've let go of those who have nothing positive to contribute to my life, all the while nurturing the friendships i have with amazing people who make life that much easier to endure. my ride or die chicks... my around the way girls...my amazing family...buckle up cuz the ride to the top is gonna be ridiculous.

life is grand, God is great, and i'm finally able to revisit that point where i'm absolutely content, not complacent, with my life. i'm convinced that i'm exactly where i'm supposed to be and THAT my friends, is what has me on cloud nine.

happy twenty six to me. herrrreee we goo!

808's and surfbreaks

"ho, sista wea u stay?"

its OFFICIAL. i will be in the 808 state with my favorite people for the pro bowl and my hubby's 26th birthday. persistence pays off... cuz i've been waiting to book tickets since october, but i was not about to drop $450 on flight tickets, when last march we paid $300. so we waited. and waited. and waited. and today, they were in the $300+ range, so out came my credit card.

i am such a happy camper today. usually on mondays, god punishes me for having a good weekend, but today.. TODAY is a good day

things i'm looking forward to -

leonards malasadas

chantilly puffs

zippys

poke

roy's

shopping

giovannis

boots and kimos

waimea falls

the sun

snorkeling

shark's cove

ko'olina

lanikai (my favoriteee)

kailua

ewa beach

dixie grill

i'm too excited to even write a blog with proper engrish and coherent sentences. aaaaahhhhh!!! we rollin 20 deep and its gonna be fuckin MANY. (btw, thats many, like maniacs.. not many, like a lot. get with it people)

sista u like rage um? meeeaan grindz broke da mout! cruisin all day and we stay beach da kine. hemo da panty.. no time, mary no time! hahahaha!!!

dubb, be ready. we gettin hyphy in hawaii. CHUCH.

maryyyyyy...

i read this poem on gailey's blog yesterday that really smacked me in the face. how many times do we make the same mistake in our lives, before we realize we need to change? thanks mary fo' da kine truth like dat.

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters
By: Portia Nelson

Chapter I
I walk down the street, there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in... it's a habit ... but,
my eyes are open.
I know where i am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down another street.

go me, its my birthday..

you are so fucking fired.

"i wish they'd understand"... "i just dont wanna have to prove myself ya know?"

bitch, u always want the easy way out... they were right about you.

bebot bebot

"Winner...the fighting pride of the philippines... mannnnyy 'pacman' paccccuiiaaoooooooo!!!!"

Last night's fight was absolutely bananas.   I watched in awe, along with 30 of our friends, as pacquiao kicked de la hoya's asssss.  (even tho i secretly think de la hoya is wayy too handsome to mess up his pretty face.) I stand just a little bit taller today because i got that filipino pride thang goin on..

but whats with some other people tho.  some people who, before today, swore they were just 'a lil' filipino..  more spanish and hawaiian.. or so she claimed.. than filipino  (when her parents came straight from the philippines and she was born and raised in the bay)..  what's wrong with being filipino? i swear some people are so obsessed with being mestiza that  i overheard a girl once tell someone that she was "hispanic and korean" when we were both just talking to each other in tagalog.  yeah uh huh.  sooo irritating. i think that may be one of my biggest pet peeves.  you are filipino bitch.  why try and pass as something other than that?  arent u proud of yourself?  your heritage?  if u aint, how u expect other people to respect you, your nationality, your history?  

yeah yeah, i got those days where i get a lil embarassed cuz that girl on youtube sings "kees mee" instead of "kiss me".  other days the chinese in me takes over and i get lost, drive slow and/or reckless, and believe the dmv should take away my license.  yeah there are times when i hate the damn spaniards for raping my great grand mother and replacing her filipino last name with a spanish one, and then remember i was the president of the spanish honor society (hablo espanol putas). but never do i forget nor deny that i am what i am.   and shit, i think i make it look flossy.  

AMERICA ARE YOU SERIOUS?  if u mixed u mixed. if u arent u arent.  so the fuck what?  i got brown skin, dark eyes, and black hair.  although i do have a pointed nose and a chinese grandfather, does that make me any less filipino?  hell to the no. i'm the first one to ask for seconds of champorado and tuyo, and i will throw a banig at you  if u bag on my kare kare.  i am beautiful in all my filipina glory and so are you...   and just cuz pacquiao won, doesnt mean that today should be the only day you acknowledge that. 

CHUCH. 

wait for it... wait for it..

- 2 weeks: i turn twenty-six. i made 25 look flossy. watch what i do with 26....
- 1 month: my boys turn oneeee! i cant believe i've been a mom for a year already. time flies!
- soon: snowboarding. nts, get new gear.
- 2 months and 2 days: pro bowl in hawaii.. 808 watch out!
- free time. sounds simple but ive forgotten what it feels like.
- who knows when: new job. i need one. i hate work.