Friday, April 29, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
I swear I look like I got dressed in the dark this morning. I'm wearing khaki slacks, a slate blue blouse with baby blue flower trim at the hip area, a gray cardigan and black shoes! WHAT THE HECK! I feel like a clown from the GAP! I'm so moody right now. I could seriously smack the next person who talks to me...
But I won't because I have a sonnet to finish writing; poems like Shakespeare's famous Sonnet 18:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
My sonnet SO doesn't sound like THAT! But who can write Shakespearean Sonnets better than Shakespear?
Sunday, April 24, 2005
What can stand in the way of true love? Absolutely nothing when you’ve got two people who are so unbelievably made for each other. April 23rd, 2005 is a day I’ll always remember, for that’s the day Joellee and Zandro, two people, two friends, who started out as elementary school classmates became husband and wife.
We feared rain yesterday. The clouds rolled by above and the air was filled with an early morning chill. Thankfully, the only downpour we felt was a thunderstorm of emotion as Joellee and Z vowed to love each other as long as they both shall live. The Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels was a beautiful backdrop to our wonderful wedding day. The pews were filled with their closest relatives and friends, as visiting onlookers strolled by the velvet ropes and a sign that read, “Wedding in progress.” The wedding party was clad in red, beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen, the perfect color of passion which permeated from the eyes of the bride and groom, to the witnesses who stood around them. Today we embraced two old friends tighter, and greeted the new people they’ve become.
The evening was spent in celebration at the Westin in Pasadena. After the tears were shed at moving speeches and Cile’s once again awesome slideshow, can we say “party people?” The DJ’s said that out of all the wedding receptions they’d ever done, our crowd yesterday would have to be the most lively, thank you very much! The electric slide TWICE? A conga line, with slow jams and radio hits in between? The macarena? Drunk Carlo and Joe on the mic, the boys singing their Daniel Murphy High School alma mater to the crowd, with Edwin freestyling “Ocho Ocho” to end the evening? Freakin’ hilarious! It was the Riann show on the dance floor, as usual. But this time Miss Beyonce had a sparring partner in Rommel. Fine entertainment, I tell you! We were all so exhausted after this blessed day, complaining every 10 minutes how old we were getting. Two of us are married now, plus we were so worn out at only 11:35 pm? THE HORROR! Hahaha
I was a lucky girl yesterday. Joellee and Z entrusted me to help them “run the show,” and although Jennifer Lopez in “The Wedding Planner” I was not, I did get a peak of what a job like that would be like. It’s a handful, but I can’t ever say I didn’t have fun doing it. Remember Monica on the day of Phoebe’s wedding in that one episode of friends? That’s who I felt like. What a high, bossing people around! Hahaha! I’m so just kidding because I owe my “assistants” (Joe, Riann, Ida, Ivy and Charles, not to mention the Westin staff) for not making me look bad. Hahaha! Thanks guys! “Those who can’t do, teach? Those who can’t wed, PLAN!” Hahaha!
I wish I could show you all pictures of this wonderful wonderful day, but one bad thing happened to me yesterday. I lost my digital camera, my favorite necessity in the whole world! 165 wedding pictures I wish I could share with all of you but can’t. We searched everywhere, retraced my steps and I haven’t the faintest idea where it could be. I’ve been praying for the last 18 hours for its reappearance, hoping that every time my phone rings, it's someone telling me they've found it…but no such blessing has incarnated. If you know how much that thing means to me, it won’t surprise you that I cried. Grrr, I feel so crippled without it! Of all the things I could’ve lost, why did it have to be my camera! Between that and my curling iron (another prized possession) exploding on me yesterday morning, I can’t wait to see what other appliance I’ll put out of its misery with my carelessness. The only thing keeping me from being more depressed and angry about it, is that I got to see two good friends start a loving commitment. I’ve got no pictures to show for it this time, but I thank God for memories inside I know I’ll never forget.
Mr. & Mrs. Delfin, this day forever and always, is yours to cherish. Thank you for letting us be a part of it!
So who’s next? Anyone else hiring? CALL ME! =)
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Belly Dancing Machine
You want a REAL ab workout? Take up belly dancing! We celebrated Markie's birthday at Marakkesh last Friday, a Moroccan restaurant in Studio City and the girl who came to entertain us with her belly dancing skills made us say, "woh!" How do they move their stomachs like that?! It's crazy! She pulled Mark up with her scarf and our birthday boy showed HER how to belly dance like a man. Joe took a stab at it too; although, I'm not sure the macho dance is considered a type of belly dancing. I'll have to look that one up. We were trying to get Riann to get up and dance as well, but she wouldn't do it unless the dancer let her borrow her castanets. Riann asked her, but she said, "No." Hahaha! Sorry, babygirl. Maybe next time.
The restaurant was a picture perfect image of Moroccan culture, complete with low-standing tables and chairs, dim room lighting accented by extensive draperies that swung across the room and customary eating traditions, like washing our hands at the table before the food was served. We ate well! I'd love to talk about each dish but I don't remember what anything is called, except the mmm* baklava and Markie's birthday cake.
Markie belly dancing for his birthday
After dinner, we took our party to Sapphire, this bar/lounge down the street. It's a small place, no dancing, just a bunch of people drinking, talking and listening to jukebox music. Guess who we saw! Freakin' Pink, and she looked FEH-DED, eyes droopy, no make-up, blonde hair asunder and all up in her wifebeater. That was our random celebrity encounter for the evening.
It was a more than enjoyable night, trying new food at a new place, seeing old faces and just having a grand ol' time in the company of fabulous friends, all for the sake of celebrating a life we're so thankful we're a part of. Happy Birthday Markie!!!
Sabado Muy Busy
Saturday morning started early for me. I took Raven to Glendale Toyota at 9 am to get his 30,000 mile service. Everyone's like, "30,000 miles? Haven't you had your car for like 3 years?" Almost 4 actually, but my commute is only 8 miles (that's back and forth)! He's running great thanks to an oil change, brake check, tire-rotation and a bunch of other car treatments I'm not even gonna get into cuz I don't need to expose my lack of knowledge on the subject. =)
I spent the day taking care of laundry, entertained by '80's movies galore on tv: Some Kind of Wonderful, Adventures in Babysitting and 16 Candles! LOVE IT! After I picked up my car, I paid some bills at the mall, where Tin and I saw a personified Dora, the explorer. This little girl fit the bill so well: She's Latina, about 4 years old, bowl haircut with killer bangs and she kept pulling on her mom's purse yelling, "Nunca! Nunca!" which translates into "Never! Never!" hahaha! Freakin' hilarious!
After mass my family and I had dinner at Max's and then it was off to party!
A bunch of us spent Saturday night dancing up a storm at Club A.D. for Bev's 25th birthday. First we met up at Cile's house where Jaja had a full-on background and lights set up on the deck so we could take pictures before we headed out. SO high school! From there the 12 of us (Me, Christine, Fantone, Joemama, Cile, Leia, James, Pat, Kay, Jaja, Melissa and Bev) headed to the club where we met up with a completely intoxicated Fernand and Co.
The evening was sooooooooooooo much fun! I haven't partied like that since November at Risque in Vegas! Christine was insistent about driving that night because she wanted me to drink (Thanks again Chris!) so, the cheap date that I am, got buzzed off of ONE Jack & Coke (Thanks James!). Jack & Coke implies there’s SOME coke in it right? NEGATORY. That drink SO did not have any signs of soda in it, but I drank up anyhoo. I can't say I hated it. Not bad. We all danced drank! Kay was intent on getting Pat to drink and get crazy and we all praise her for her efforts.
We seriously danced for at least 2 hours straight when we first got to the dance floor. Fernand was freakin’ everyone in sight, and Pat was a dancing machine! Homeboy was all over the place! Now we know he needs at least a 6’ x 6’ area of dance space to avoid hurting the people who’re dancing around him. I swear I got knocked in the face by Pat’s arms AT LEAST 8 times that night, not to mention getting slammed into on all sides, which is weird cuz the dance floor wasn’t even that packed! We attempted to sit down TWICE, but got enticed by music we couldn’t resist dancing to. Who’d deny “Hoochie Mama” and “Shake It?” No way! When they started playing that new Mariah song…again, we knew it was time to leave. Chris and I headed home and everyone else went to have a late dinner.
Horrendously fun evening! Check out the pictures on Bev’s blog! Thanks for inviting us, Bev!
I didn't go to bed until 2:30 am after that crazy fun night, and I can't believe I was able to get up at 8:00 am the next day! We took Kelsoe to California Adventure on Sunday. I'll save that for the next entry. Too much that little boy! He wore out his 3 nannies that day!
Busy weekends...can't get enough of them!
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
That's what this poem is right now. I can't believe (well, yes I can) that I had 2 weeks to work on this free verse poem that I have due tonight and I'm sitting here in my cubicle trying to finish it! Am I EVER going to learn?
I can't help it if inspiration strikes at the 11th hour can I? WELL? CAN I? hahaha...terrible!
Friday, April 15, 2005
These last few months, I’ve been part of every single “I’m so broke” lament. I promised myself that this year was gonna be THE YEAR I literally watch every single penny I spend. But for SOME reason, I’ve felt more destitute than I did when I wasn’t as strict with my finances. I hate it. Every dollar of every paycheck seems to be under extreme scrutiny, getting assigned to the U.S. Department of Education, Bank of America, Best Buy, etc. I pay my bills the minute I get paid because, heaven forbid I fool myself into thinking the money in my checking account is actually MINE to keep! And don’t even get me started on my depleted savings account. They really shouldn’t call it a savings when there’s hardly any funds SAVED in it!
I’ve had to give up on the simplest of joys (movies, coffee bean, fast food – which is the only blessing in disguise), and I’ve been so completely and utterly annoyed at having to live paycheck to paycheck – if that at all! Last night I was writing checks, balancing my account and on the verge of screaming my vengeance out into the world where athletes and actors get paid millions and billions of dollars to say they wear a certain shoe or use a certain deodorant, while third world countries get hit with natural disasters, and average joes and janes like us work ourselves to utter boredom and fatigue, STILL barely have enough to get by.
So I called on the saint of all saints, St. Jude, patron saint of impossible cases to help me figure a way out of my seemingly indestructible wall of debt. You don’t know understand how much I pray to this saint. He’s an awesome intercessor to the Lord who I’ve called on hundreds of occasions and I’m so grateful…most especially today.
I logged in to wellsfargo.com this morning to transfer funds (again) from my savings to my checking account as today’s paycheck was, surprise surprise, not sufficient enough for Cycle B of my monthly payments. ‘Lo and behold, what do I see? A DEPOSIT FROM THE U.S. TREASURY! MY TAX REFUND’S HERE! St. Jude, you’re the best! My savings account SHALL be revived! Talk about having your prayers answered!
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Have you ever had to say things to yourself (or to other poor, unfortunate souls) repeatedly, hoping that if you said it enough, you'd actually START to believe whatever it is you're trying to convince yourself of? Yeah, I freakin' hate that, especially when I've been struggling with something for so long and, desperate for relief, fool-heartedly convince myself into thinking I've got everything under control. More often than not, I find myself much later twice as confounded as I was before.
I'm in weird place; lately trying to figure out where I belong in this world, in other people's lives - where I belong in my own. I'm not happy, not sad, not satisfied, not desperate - just here, kinda wavering. It's emotional ambiguity at its finest! There are times when the positive energy in my life is so explosive I can hardly believe it. And then there are other times when I feel like everything I look at or everything I touch will turn to dust.
It's like I'm here waiting unconsciously for something to happen. I don’t exactly know what it is I seem to be waiting for, but it’s SOMETHING that will change everything – I KNOW IT. I don’t want you all to think that I’m one of those people static in all aspects of life just hoping for good fortune to rain on them. I’m not letting life just pass me by. In fact I think I’m being active in many cases and I’ve actually got a handle on what I’m doing. But sometimes the most well-intended instances of self-reliance can turn into vain misfortune when the UNconscious waiting turns conscious and I realize that I have absolutely no idea, no direction and no plan as to WHAT THE HECK I’M DOING HERE.
So here comes the age-old saying, “Good things come to those who wait patiently.” Rochelle used to say that to me all the time. In fact, she wrote that in 3 of my high school yearbooks. It’s easy to take in, but 50 times harder to put into practice. Fortunately, I believe that everything happens for a reason. My troubles today, will be my comic relief in the future, whatever that may be. Guess I’ll find out…in good time
IN GOOD TIME
(from the Wedding Planner soundtrack)
By: Jessica Sheely
We can make believe
That everything makes sense
And there's no need to worry now
Cuz you're not like all the rest
Leading with only your heart
A new day arrives
And it's only the start
Of something already here
The sky's open
And it's perfectly clear
It's all waiting for you
You can take the world
And give it your own name
It's all been waiting for you
No matter what you find
You will never be the same
Smile for the picture, my dear
It's another day, another dream
Another new year
And who knows what you'll find
But it's all coming 'round
All in good time
When you're standing alone
Facing the darkness of the unknown
I know your light
Will never fade away
Monday, April 11, 2005
Friday, April 08, 2005
I can’t believe he’s gone. The only Pope that our generation has ever known, is gone. Millions of Roman Catholics looked to him to be an example of our sacred faith, and he did more than talk about it, he acted on it. Pope John Paul II didn’t just show love to people who saw things as he did. He reflected God’s love to all who would let him; people of all religions, nationalities and beliefs responded to the Pope’s warmth without ever having to meet him. Talk about FAITH in a leader!
I don’t know how we’re all going to react to the man who is to sit in the very chair our beloved Pope John Paul II sat in for almost 27 years. That’s a mighty big place to fill. Here’s hoping his successor will be everything he was and everything he strove to be.
+Rest in peace, Holy Father…
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
I stayed home today. I wish it were a vacation day off rather than having had to call in sick. But I developed a slight fever last night and into this morning. Though I would rather be sick at home than well at the office, I wish my day was spent at Disneyland instead of in bed. Oh well, I got some much-needed rest I suppose. Man, Dimetap can sure knock you out! I took 2 teaspoons this morning and slept for almost 4 hours! Class last night was freakin' agony. I wanted to go home and lie down already cuz my body was doing that achey thing where your SKIN feels sore, but these dang people in my class kept talking about the randomest, most irrelevant things. We're talking about "voice" in poetry and prose, not the book "Lolita" -- you booty kissers!
Anyhow, I better hit the sack. Can't miss work again tomorrow...or can I?
Monday, April 04, 2005
So after a tiring, but fun-filled weekend in Vegas, we headed towards home. I had Ate Tin-Tin, Stacy, Cile & Rochelle keeping me company on the ride back. Traffic was sporadic. Conversational topics ranged from favorite fetishes to Rochelle thanking God that her niece's neck still works (backstory to be provided by the storyteller herself). We were almost home when the scariest thing I've yet experienced occurred.
We were driving down the 10 freeway, settled on the 2nd to fastest lane when this big black truck tried to switch to my lane. Either this sorry excuse for a driver jackass didn't look over his shoulder and see me there, or he seriously thought he could cut me off. Before he could smack onto my left side, I swerved to the right, which, at 70 mph, can, and did, produce the longest 20-30 seconds of my life. I lost control of the steering wheel and fishtailed back and forth for what felt like an eternity. Thank goodness there were no cars around me because I thought we were done for. I resisted the urge to slam on the brakes because I KNEW the car would flip over if I did. So, with everyone in the car yelling, “Anna! Anna!” I managed to decelerate and get the car back under my quivering hands, which had never gripped the steering wheel so tightly before.
Our hearts still pounding, we all managed to calm down. Well, THEY all managed to calm ME down. I cursed for a few minutes, drank some water, hoping that the truck who sped off gets exactly what it deserves for causing such a scare. I hope his shiny truck gets keyed, or better yet, gets attacked by a long row of runaway carts at a Target. KARMA WILL GET YOU, A**HOLE!
By the way, much props to my guardian angel, Gordon aka Gordy. You were clutch last night man! Thanks for being so alert all the time!
Ok, I better get to bed. But first I think I’ll say an hour-long prayer of relief and thanksgiving. I get it, Lord – “Don’t change the cd, grab for your wallet or stare at a cute guy walking on the sidewalk…JUST DRIVE!”
So what happens when 13 good-looking ladies decide to spend the weekend in Las Vegas? Well, I’d love to tell you every little detail, but you know what they say: “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” I will let you all know, however, that to celebrate Joellee’s last few weeks of freedom before the wedding bells chime, we pulled all the stops; played some pretty Rated-R bachelorette games, saw some, ahem, fine Australian "works of art," and traipsed around Sin City lookin’ good in our red-hot gear - all under alcoholic influence. Who could ask for more?
Calm before the Thundery Storm...
It didn’t matter that when the first batch of us checked into our hotel suite (three huge adjoining rooms!), there were stains on the bed sheets, a partially-eaten bread-roll under the lounge chair and crumbs galore under the couch. That was the worst of our wonderful weekend (in addition to the Pope’s death. I think we watched CNN for almost 12 hours these last 3 days).
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The Thunder Down Under show was…ummm…BOOTYLICIOUS, what can we say? I can’t really articulate much more about it except I seriously haven’t seen that much ass since before the boys finally stopped mooning everyone they saw (you culprits know what I’m talking about). We fell in love with this one guy who did a routine to Justin Timberlake’s “Senorita” and “Like I Love You.” Homie was the best dancer and best-looking one on stage. We all seriously wanted to take him home with us. Oh well, can’t win ‘em all I suppose.
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Ladies in red...
We had a late dinner at MGM’s Shibuya, a Japanese restaurant, then headed back to the hotel because the day had been so eventful we couldn’t expend any more energy on further activity (except Iya and Rochelle who stayed up to do SOME gambling. We were in Vegas, after all). We attended mass at Holy Redeemer on Sunday afternoon, had lunch at the Luxor buffet and then headed home.
Bachelorette Weekend: Fulfilled.
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