My Uncle James

Did ya know? I'm Filipina. (like you would know, I don't think I've talked about my ethnicity before...)

Anyways, in the Filipino community, you tend to call other fellow Filipinos that you're tight with - "family." So after awhile, you tend to amass numerous "cousins", "uncles," "aunties"... you get the picture. Throw a handful of "Moms," "Pops", and "Grandmas"... and you pretty much covered multiple families. Then everyone proceeds to get to know everyone's business, good or bad. But they are still the people you learn you can count on, regardless of blood relations or not.

Now, it's turn for you to meet some family. Meet my Uncle James. My friend Babe's uncle. Babe was like my Filipina best friend in high school. I was ALWAYS at hers or her grandmas, or her aunt & uncle's house across the street. We were always laughing and getting into all sorts of funny adventures. Back to Uncle James... he's so cool and so scary at the same time. I remember he had bit of a reputation to be a hard a**, but it was because he truly believes in you and he always knew that you can be better. He coaches, plays, and just loves basketball.

Anyways, he's one of the strongest men I've ever known. He, just recently, had a stroke. He's on the road to recovery, and started a blog to give updates to the people who care and most importantly, to have something to practice his speech. People are highly encouraged by the family to leave any comments, funny memories or just words for inspiration to Uncle James. So he can keep on, keepin' on. (Word on the street is that he's a real trooper and kicking recovery time's a**. But then again, I never had a doubt that he couldn't.)

So, when you feel like doing a good deed, check out this site and leave a little a little note:
My Uncle James

WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL??

How is it, I stop blogging for just a couple of days - and I come back and there's 3 MORE posts that I never wrote about soccer and whatever else??

HEY RANDOM BLOGGER... SET UP YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG.

That wasn't me.

Apologies to anyone who happen to catch the "ejaculate" post. That WASN'T me.

I have NO idea how someone broke into my blogger account.

And good lord, WHY?

thank you.

to my pal anthony who rehashed high school last night on the phone driving home from work.

thanks for reminding me that i have mojo.

*mwuah*

I've come to a conclusion...

...that I must've been either pretty ugly in high school or I've aged like a fine wine.

MySpace the phenom has that uncanny ability to connect you to people that you haven't heard from in years. some you actually, never planned on hearing from again. but in the past year or two, i've been "found" by people in high school. mind you, i don't really talk to anyone from high school, much anymore - except for the few i still maintain friendships with.

Anyways, some backstory... in high school, i was 50+ lighter, long curly hair, involved in everything. When I mean everything, I mean EVERYthing. There wasn't an activity I wasn't involved in. Plus, I was in the honors classes, an active in ASB, volunteering, etc. etc. I was all over the place. I even got an award for being "Mater Dei Personified" or something like that. Now, I realize I'm fully sounding off the "Nerd Alert", but seriously - that was you just did at Mater Dei. You joined. You made friends. You did it in the name of looking like the bright shining star on your college apps.

Now, because I was involved with alot, I knew alot of people. BUT, I wouldn't have considered myself popular - more like friendly, and that I had a lot of friends. With that in mind, I also had alot of crushes. But, because of the way I looked like or maybe the person I was, it was constantly told, "Oh, I like you, but not in that way.", "Can we just be friends?" or my personal favorite, "Oh, I've just always thought of you as a sister." Blows to my fragile, high school girl ego left and right. My guy friends that I secretly crushed on dated my girlfriends. The older guys thought I was "cute" but I was "Eric's little sister." It was like banging my head against the wall. Reality was the only boys that would ask me out, were either from public high school or they were older (like I went out with a graduated senior when I was a sophmore). I was the girl that wasn't going to the dances until I asked someone out. Or I just didn't go at all. And then when I was asked the next day, why I wasn't at the dance, I'd have to reply, "Um, that's because no one asked me." Then of course, I'd get the pity "Oh, I would've asked you but I thought you were already going..." blah blah blah. It wasn't until my senior year when someone from my school asked me out - I should've known I would've had a chance with him, because he was new to our class! Then after that quickly fizzled, I was asked out by a junior and ended up dating him until we broke up that summer...

To bring it back to today, something must've changed in college. Maybe what society had deemed as pretty, maybe because I didn't care so much about what my classmates thought anymore, but something changed. My ten-year reunion, I dragged my best gay pal to amuse me, slipped on a dress that I knew worked, and proceeded to crash it. (I refused to pony up $80 to get in.) Crashing it was not a problem, the girl working the door recognized me and people were calling my name from inside - so she ushered me in after a quick "hello" and a hug. (I don't think she realized I didn't pay.) Anywhoo, got inside and mingled my ass off. Everyone look like they had gained weight, dragged their bored spouse, balding... granted, I had put on weight, but I was feeling pretty damn good. (That and having a hot "date" worked, too!) Saw my friend Shannon, got some sweet revenge on a guy that I had had a crush on by pretending to not remember his name - but he rushed up to me and gave me a hug. And weirdly enough, one of the unattainable boys of my time, came up to me and made small talk. It was SO surreal. I lusted after this guy, and he would barely glance at me. Wouldn't you know, 10 years later, he's cornering me at the bar, trying to convince me to go upstairs. HUGE HUGE HUGE points for my inner high schooler that wished the boys would've looked at her!

Geeeez, back to MySpace. So, last year, another boy that all the girls had a crush on, got wind of me on site and was flirtatious as all hell to meet up for a drink. We did and ended up, sleeping together, drinking together for a good month last summer. I was surprised at the pull... without any effort no less! Then another guy, hit me up - I said no... and then another one, and then I said no again... Months have passed by, and now another boy I had a crush on is COMPLETELY riding me to meet up for a drink. (No worries, dear readers, I love my Chris.)

Really, why now? What I that bad in high school or is it because I just don't care anymore? Have I aged like a wine?

Screw it, I wanna be a super dirty, downright filthy martini.

bachelorette party, part II - the email

"I just tried to call you back. Work is really stressful right now. So you have my permission to plan what you and margrette agree on or if you want, email your ideas and I'll let you know. You sounded pretty annoyed on the voicemail and I didn't want the party to come down to that. I'm not expecting much and I'm easy to please. I just wanted to know if something as major as location change took place that I should probably know, in case my friends have questions."

What the hell? Are you serious? Why should Margrette get the say when I'M the one paying for it? F*ck it. I don't want to plan the party anymore. I have a book that I have to start writing and tv footage I'm supposed to be reviewing.

Margrette could be the Maid of Honor (or Matron) 'cause I really don't give a sh*t anymore.

what the f*ck.

i'm so annoyed.

i'm trying to plan my sister's bachelorette party. if it's not girls/gay boys calling me to ask me why THAT weekend, my sister's refusal to give me input because she wants it to be a surprise - but she sure as hell has no problem telling our cousin margrette what she wants and doesn't want, or money... i swear, this is why i don't plan parties or events for people I actually know. you're more apt to wanting to kill a relative than a stranger.

original plan as of 10/2: cocktails, dinner, dessert, games, and strippers.
suggested plan as of 10/3: cocktails, dinner, dessert, games, strippers, and then party bus to LA for clubbing
suggested plan as of 10/4: cocktails, dinner, dessert, games, party bus to LA for strippers and clubbing.

WHAT THE HELL! Doesn't anyone realize that this all comes down to MONEY, people???

bridezillas.