Happy Birthday, Jhoette!!!

asinine [as-uh-nahyn]
foolish, unintelligent, or silly; stupid; of or like an ass
Synonyms include: absurd, dense, idiotic, imbecilic, inept, lamebrained, mindless, senseless

“What a bitch.”
Oh no he didn’t.
“She looks like she eats a lot too. Look at all that food.”
You’re just mad cuz you asked for my fries and I said ‘No.’
“And she’s mean.”
Cuz you’re annoying jerks.
“If you’re gonna be mean, at least be hot.”
Is that another unwritten rule guys have that we don’t know about?
“She’s fat and ugly so she has no right be mean.”
What are you, 10?! FYI, you're not that great-looking yourself.
“She’s Filipino too. Isn’t she supposed to be nice?”
What the hell does that have to do with it?

This was the conversation that my mind had with the two losers sitting in the next table at the Pyramid Café (There was a 3rd guy who didn’t say a word. Bless him for being embarrassed for his friends.). When they got to their table, they saw Riann asleep in the booth and me sitting there on my phone, and thought it’d be cute to harass us at 3:30 in the morning. This one guy kept looking at us, waiting for one of us to say something to him maybe? I don’t know. But when Riann could barely sit up, I asked Jamie to take her upstairs and said that I’d just pack up our food (which was barely touched), pay the check and we’d eat in the morning.

So I sat there, waiting for the server so I could ask for some boxes and the bill, and I looked up to see the annoying guy looking at me again.
“Excuse me, can we have your fries?”
“No, I’ve barely touched it,” I said. “I’m gonna pack it up and eat it tomorrow.”
“But it’ll be soggy tomorrow.”
Seriously, am I having this conversation with you?
“It doesn’t matter,” I said.
“Ok fine,” he replied, like I just denied him entrance into Disneyland for handing me a movie stub as a ticket.

Not one minute later, I happen to look in his direction to try to catch the server’s attention and he’s looking at me again.
“Can I help you with something?” I snapped.
“No,” he snapped back.

And then the conversation up top began. Oh my goodness, are you freaking kidding me? You’re doing the whole talking shit about me to each other so I could overhear it and you’re hoping I’ll finally give you the attention that you’ve been craving for the last 20 minutes? I sat there and listened, annoyed but amused, until I got the check and packed up our food. Did I want to go up to them and say something before I left? Hell yeah (which is so unlike me but anyway). Did I, though? No. I knew better.

I told Jamie what happened when I got back to the room, and she asked if I was ok, reminded me it’s not worth my time to give their insults a second thought and so I let it go. It’s just the first time I’ve ever been indirectly, but really directly, and purposefully insulted by a stranger like that and I’m not going to lie and say I didn't waste a few minutes letting it get to me because I did. It just fathoms me how people act sometimes. I don't even know what to say about it.

Anyhoo, I thought I'd share that story with you all. This was just a trivial moment lost in the awesome time we had celebrating my cousin's bachelorette party in Vegas. You just can't help but have fun there, especially when you're with such fun people!

An email forward worth sharing...

To get something you never had,
you have to do something you never did.
When God takes something from your grasp,
He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands
to receive something better.
The will of God will never take you
where the Grace of God will not protect you.

Happy Birthday, Nick!!!

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Yay Edward! It's your birthday, SON!

Belated Happy Birthday, Z & Joellee!

aka Mommy and Daddy =)

This little girly made my weekend...

...my cousin Catherine Faith...

...fondly nicknamed CaFai. haha!

showstopper [shoh-stop-er]

performer or performance that wins enthusiastic or prolonged applause; a spectacularly arresting or appealing person or thing;

Of all the randomest concerts to attend - Making the Band. I know, I know, what am I 16? But what can I say? The show was addicting, to say the least. I got so unbelievably into it when it was on the last 2 seasons. And I don't think it helped that I had buddies helping to feed the fire.

Anyhoo, the concert opened with Cheri Dennis. Poor girl...before Danity Kane was even Danity Kane, they were practicing Cheri Dennis songs for crying out loud and now she's opening for them? Yikes!

Donnie Klang - couldn't figure out what his sound would be until the show was almost done with its season. Diddy had him team up with the producer, Seven, and now I believe he's going for the Prince sound.
There's one song he recorded during the show that Riann is just not fond of. "Dr. Love is not what's up." Haha!
And then the newly-formed Day26 came on. They sounded awesome, performed great and man, do I have a crush on Willie! He's the one who's ummm, wearing his shirt around his waist. Hahaha!!!
The headliner was, of course, Danity Kane, introduced by none other than Sean P. Diddy Combs. I never thought I'd be so ecstatic about Diddy! Anyhoo, the girls have improved a great deal since they were formed 2 years ago. That song Damaged, I tell you; they could've sang that a dozen more times and the audience probably would've sang their hearts out all twelve times!

Their tourbus was parked right outside. Oh those stalking the tourbus days with *NSYNC...how I will cherish those memories. There was a long line in the lobby because for $25 you could take a picture with the performers. That's one expensive picture...so we passed.

Good times, girls!!! I had so much fun! Let me know when rehearsals (read: karaoke) will commence. =)

season [see-zuhn]
a period of the year characterized by particular conditions of weather, temperature; period of the year when something is best or available; to mature, ripen, or condition by exposure to suitable conditions or treatment
Synonyms include: period, time, prepare, refine, mature

I had a dream last night: I fell asleep watching Game 6 and woke up to Iya's frantic texting. "They're up by 23 can you believe it?!" one text said. "We're gonna have a Game 7, oh my gosh!" read another one. But just like that, the real alarm sounded and it was time for me to quit dreaming, get up and see what kind of hell lay ahead.

What lay ahead was the end of the season for our boys in purple and gold. I can't say it doesn't hurt, because it does. But for some reason, I'm not angry or disappointed. It just wasn't our time tonight. Boston's been waiting a long time...KG, Pierce, Allen - They've been waiting a long time too. They've been prepping all year and here they are now - champions. I've never hated the Celtics, even in this series. I had a lot of complaints, but I have those about every team in the NBA, even the one I require a support system to be a fan of. =)

Yes, I wish the Lakers played better. I wish they wanted it more than the Celtics. But I'll be damned if I don't say how excited I am for next season. What they accomplished these past 3-4 months has been nothing short of amazing. I can't imagine what they'll be like next season with a healthy and complete roster; and having an MVP doesn't hurt. Ok fine, maybe a roster minus one whose name I shall not reveal. He knows who he is. Anyhoo, congrats, Celtics!

CONGRATS, LAKERS! This season, you made us all stick it out with you. We got this next year - BEST BELIEVE!

Asking For It

I don't condone violence, especially when it comes to sports. But seriously, what dumbass would walk into the Staples Center in a Celtics jersey and not expect to suffer for it. Buddy, for what you pulled, I hope KG invites you over for dinner to say thanks.

mutual [myoo-choo-uhl]

having the same relation each toward the other; possessed in common;common to or shared by two or more parties

Synonyms include: common, shared

It's so funny what can create bonds between friends, strangers even. Take this past year, for instance. I've been a Laker fan since I was about 10 years old. We initially got cable for one reason and one reason only: to have Prime Ticket so we could watch home games. Over the years I've come to appreciate more than the excitement of watching the game. As I've gotten older, the sport, the team, down to the individual athlete, have become sources of passionate fanatacism for me. Suddenly, basketball didn't feel like just any hobby (especially since I can barely play) or interest. It became a part of life...at least from October through June (if you're lucky).

This past season has been a special one though; not because Kobe stayed, not because Pau is here, not because the Lakers have done so well. It's because I've had so many people to share in the load of being a fan. Not that Dad isn't enough. Having someone to scream at the tv with is plenty. But the fact that I get texted cheers or profanities before, during and after a game, the fact that email tagging during the workday often resembles a roundtable of NBA analysts, and the fact that I suddenly have backup against those haters...ok, really just ONE hater =) , this season certainly is a special one.

I don't know what Tuesday's game will bring. Will the Lakers force a game 7 or will the Celtics finally win that trophy? No matter how this season ends, there is a support system on deck to either share in the misery or share in the joy.