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Sunday, September 30, 2001
HOW STELLA GOT HER GROOVE BACK posted on 9/30/2001 11:01:16 AM by agentCB
HOT LIKE FIRE posted on 9/28/2001 03:26:35 PM by agentCB
DEEEZAYAM posted on 9/27/2001 05:52:43 PM by agentCB
BACKPAINS posted on 9/25/2001 10:42:31 PM by agentCB
TOUR DE SAC posted on 9/21/2001 10:09:06 AM by agentCB
PICKIN' UP THE PIECES posted on 9/20/2001 08:02:28 AM by agentCB
NIGHT ON THE TOWN posted on 9/08/2001 11:20:44 AM by agentCB
VIVA LA$ VEGA$ posted on 9/07/2001 09:11:26 AM by agentCB
I HAD A DREAM... posted on 9/06/2001 08:01:04 AM by agentCB
"100 PERCENT, NOT 99 PERCENT. 100..." posted on 9/05/2001 11:27:59 AM by agentCB
LABOR DAY posted on 9/04/2001 08:24:59 AM by agentCB
WE ON SOME OTHA ISH... posted on 9/03/2001 02:28:57 PM by agentCB
my cousin stella got married yesterday... congrats to her and tony... the theme was the roaring 20's, which explained why i had to play all these charleston cd's during dinner... woah, let me go back a step there...
i went down to the wedding with luvbug knowing that i was going to help wrektangul setup. that boy can go 4 hours in the mix without even taking one piss or soda break.
i have to pry him off the mixer just to get him to eat something before he faints.
yesterday however was a different story...
in helping with the rest of the wedding, wrektangul forgets his mixer!! big PRRRT to wrek for forgetting the most important dj tool.... haha but thank god our family is resourceful and played it off while my bro drove wrektangul back to the house (15 mins away) to get his mixer.
after jerry-rigging the equipment to play without a mixer, i copped a microphone from the winery staff and we were in "bidness..".
it was all gravy after that...
the chicken was good, or maybe it was cuz we were all hungry after waiting almost a half hour between our salad and main course. i thought that to be kind of weird. but at least the food was good...
i forgot my mom's tango cd... i didn't get to watch her and my dad dance... she was upset for at least a good 5 minutes for that one... i swore i brought it with me, i dunno what happened to it... dang... i think my dad was a little relieved that i didn't bring it... i think it was because he didn't want to get outdanced by mom...
yesterday's wedding was one of the most fun i've been to on my mom's side. all of my aunties and cousins formed a damn soul train line and got jiggy... now that may not seem anything big to most of ya'll, but my aunties are in their late 60's or 50's. i guess everyone loves earth wind and fire... ("september" is my favorite song of theirs)
Friday, September 28, 2001
today we went to thai spice for lunch with my CBO (community based organization) read: nonprofit. the hmong program is ending and our coworkers are forced to end their services to the community.
i think it's kinda crappy to see them go. i'm sure the community they serve will miss them even more than i. so anyway, we took them out to lunch to say g'bye...
and boy was it a spicy goodbye...
papaya salad was the first entree' and that shit was extra spicy as ordered by my coworker hoonpagne. that mu'fucka likes that shit spicy... my tongue was on friggin' fire... it was good though... but damn that shit was hot. i was sick and my nose and eyes were runnin' like flojo after dinner at a restaurant in tijuana.
tonight an old friend is coming up to visit... he's from diego... known him since grammar school... it should be fun...
Thursday, September 27, 2001
the dealer said $2400 for a "newly rebuilt" (oxymoron) transmission for the olds achieva. what a crock of shit. i'm gonna get some more estimates, that's just way too much for a car that has 130,000 miles on it... CB struck through everywhere on that mug...
gonna get more options... if anyone knows of a good mechanic in the Sacramento area, hit me up.
i'm sick too... sore throat... not good... i'm outta here....
*bamf*
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
played hoop today with rjigga, versenp and timdawg, 3 games, got blown out in the first one... had some shining moments but most of time it was a battle...
my back hurts after each game... i'm gonna stretch this time and hopefully i'll be able to stand up straight....
i took out the intro page.. i thought it was kinda wack.. so yeah... no mas... cuttin' the bs...
time to study... peace...
Friday, September 21, 2001
since my car broke down, oh say... 3 weeks ago... i've had to ride my bike to school and work. luckily they are nearby... 3 miles to school and 4 miles to work. it's far enough that it becomes a workout, but close enough that i can manage. i mean hell, i've biked to the mall in my area (arden mall) and that's 7 miles from my house. but thank god i don't have to do that every day.
luvbug has been there with the acura vigor for the longer rides i have and kaygee and verse have also given this hitchhiker a ride once or twice.
i hate being dependent on people...
well, i don't hate it but i just feel like i'm imposing... that whole utang thing i guess (tagalog for "debt"). the one good thing is that i'm working out all over the place... biking 7-8 miles a day, going to weight training class... playing hoop...
i don't mean to brag, but my legs are like rock hard and ish... it's kinda cool... ankles are still jelly like though... prrt...
Thursday, September 20, 2001
i've been pretty quiet lately and for obvious reasons. things happening around here are crazy but yeah, i guess shit happens and now we got to deal with it...
considering all that's been happening lately, you would think that people would be a little more aware. the thing that's most disheartening to me is all the ignorance. in the midst of the 9-11 attack (ironic huh?) people are pissed, attacking arab americans, waving their flags they just bought from wal-mart and basically waiting for dubya to throw the first stone at osama bin laden's crew... oh wait... the palestine's are the ones that throw stones, not us americans... we got weapons.
to declare war on a group that is willing to die for what they believe in is some serious shit. i hope dubya has thought about this and planned out his attack so that we don't start world war 3. we'll see what happens...
BAYANIHAN
BRIDGE, the filipino american outreach program from UC Davis hooked up a fat treat for pyc sacramento and the veteranos from sacramento. we all had dinner at roosevelt park near the state capitol. 46 veteranos, 13 pyc'ers and a bunch of us college students and grads. it was pretty fun. we trekked over to the sacramento community center theatre and watched BAYANIHAN the national dance troupe of the PI.
the show was dope... we got to sit in the front in this big ass theatre... the manongs were snappin' pics left and right when all the barrio girl dancers came out... i had mixed feelings of happiness and embarassment as they chatted among themselves in the quiet theatre. they were causing somewhat of a disruption during the show. good thing not everyone understands tagalog... haha the ushers came by and told them to stop takin pics... i was about to slap the woman who was hella rude to the manongs... if she woulda took anyone's camera i would have raised hell up in there. basically, my thought is this... they deserve to have a good time, so screw the ushers...
REUNITED
and it feels pretty damn good... luvbug and i mended our ways and are back together... i have much to learn bout love still... but hey, at least im getting passing grades...
RECONNECTING
zoe called me from the PI... we got to talk this morning and it was cool... i had 20 minutes left in my prepaid long distance card and i killed that right quick. we got to politikin' about the events of late... that's always the case between us... we can go off on any topic... so much to say to each other, but we could get sidetracked on a discussion about the prize distribution of mcdonald's monopoly game prizes... (long story, don't ask...) ain't that some shit... that's friendship right there if u asked me... shot out to the PI... keep it down in baguio...
Saturday, September 08, 2001
our first day and night in vega$ was a full one. we walked around the strip, went back home for a swim, then headed out to the wrong goddamn Hilton for our buffet dinner. we were supposed to go to the flamingo hilton instead of the Las Vega$ hilton. the buffet looked like a cross between the set of golden girls and the newlywed game. i think we were the youngest folk in there. on the walls hung sports posters. they were framed and resembled the quality you would find at your local flea market.
it wasn't the best lookin place in the world.
the food was better however. i tried to load up on expensive type proteins (ie. prime rib and shrimp) so i wouldn't feel like i had to eat more to "get my money's worth" for all my filipino and asian am'ers out there... ya'll know what i'm talkin about yah?
i believe the all-u-can-eat buffet will be the downfall of the asian american community. it's a living paradox in our world. for our people, we have this sort of struggle, transcended to us from our parents, who were mostly immigrants (w/the exception of the 3rd+ generation peeps out there) to a world of overabundance.
the all-u-can-eat buffet (or Smorga Bob's if you will, in honor of the buffet in my hometown) is an oasis to us. you get there and you can't believe all the food that's there. so you get as much as you can for whatever you happen to pay to get in there. i can almost hear my mom complain as i was in line getting food "make sure you get all the meat, don't get so much rice... don't drink too much... i paid ten dollars for this you better finish that!"
i made moms proud last night... but i think i distended my stomach. i've been trying to "shrink down my stomach" in the past year or so... i ususally eat half of whatever i get and save the rest for later... but not when it comes to the buffet... all the rules are broken. so i had to develop a strategy to survive as a son of immigrant parents, one who values being thrifty and not wasting food for the unfortunate people in the world.
***let me make a note here and say that it's not just asian americans who go thru this... i'm sure others go thru it too... i think the common theme is if you're part of a family that struggled to get where they are today and appreciate the potential value of a good buffet, then you've probably experienced this... you don't have to be brown to be down...
STRATEGIES FOR BUFFET SURVIVAL: "ON BEING BROWN IN LINE AT SMORGA BOB'S
we've all been there... in line at a buffet, mom's all up in your subconscious with the "i paid ten bucks for this, so eat up kids" mentality
so anyway... i think i developed a strategy for all of us americanized offspring on how to deal with the paradox of the "buffet" the objectives are clear. don't waste money, and don't waste food.
these are directly opposite goals. how do we accomplish such? here's a laundry list of choices and alternatives for a healthier, guilt free you.
i've tried this method out with mom when i visit the parents and we go out to eat and she seems to approve. as of now, i've yet to hear any comments such as "that's all you're going to eat?" or "i paid this much for you to eat just that?"
***note: this is for satirical purposes only, please assume any ambiguous comments to be strictly sarcastic. this also doesn't work if you're trying to win back money that you lost gambling. angioplasties cost alot more.
1. acknowledge you're gonna over-eat today. whether you were forced in line by mommy or u couldn't resist the good deal. adjust your workout schedule so that you do hella activities in the day to build up your appetite.
2. don't starve the day before...if you starve yourself, it's not gonna be pretty when u sit down to eat. snack but don't eat any other meals that day...
3. when you pay the lady at the buffet counter, pretend half of your money goes to keepin the place running (ie. payin the electric bill, salaries for all the oppresed minority buffet line workers)
this lowers your "BUFFET VALUE LEVEL" (TM) so that you feel you don't have to eat as much to "get your money's worth."
4. go directly to the main entrees. skip the salad, for now... (more on that later) the trick is, move backwards in line. they always put the shitty stuff first.
VARIATIONS:
A. meat eaters: go directly to the dude with the funny hat standing next to the roasting carcasses under the red heat lamp. pile up on prime rib. ask for 2 pieces if u dare.
B. non-red meat eaters: look for chickent, turkey salmon or any other more succulent fish. pile up on that.
C. vegetarians: a) ask for a refund. look up the nearest FRESH CHOICE restaurant in your area. b)pig-out on the salad bar.
5. don't eat carbohydrates. steer clear of the dinner rolls, the mash potatoes, the rice pilafs. just get a little. assume a bigger meat to rice ratio for the night. instead of 1:1 it should be 4:1.
you can pick up rice later if you want (chances are you'll be full as fuck so don't worry bout it)
6. make at least one trip back. the second time around, get a salad first. eat some veggies. try getting another piece of prime rib or carved turkey or salmon or whatever.
don't eat any of the carbs. if you're full... just eat the meat and secretly put the other food on your friend's plates when they're not looking.
7. dessert: share something or just taste it. this is where we have to acknowledge we'll be throwing something away. hungry people need protein more than they need dessert.
8. after dinner: go dancing or walking to burn off everything you just ate. if you feel guilty, then to you i say "hala..." (translated: "that's what you get")
haha j/k u did your best if you stuck to these tips. just make sure you eat all your food. bottom line, tons of food gets wasted each day at these establishments. they don't give a fuck... but your health is the only issue at hand. just don't waste. avoid activitating the "mom in your subconsious" thinking pattern. put it this way, if you waste, think about all the people of color working at that buffet you're at (trust me, there will be some there) they probably couldn't ever afford to eat the way we do. accept the privilege you got, but be active with your choices and don't succomb to the beast and throw shit away like the wasteful fucks out there. (unless something is hella nasty... that goes beyond everything else... then you eat the meat only). don't feel too bad about them though... us people of color are smart. we know how to get over. if you don't think their kids eat prime rib every now and then, you're trippin... the boss may be watching, there may be regulations, but i'll bet you they're crafty...
as you can plainly see, your best bet is to eat somewhere else. but when you get the" smorga bob's craving" (TM) do what you gotta do...
Friday, September 07, 2001
i'm currently in the city of sin, la$ vega$ yeah, i'm bloggin... cable modem access like what... anyway, the house we're stayin' in is phatty... straight up fresh prince of bel-air. we drove all night... i drove from 1:40 to 4:30am.... i think i drove about 200-300 miles i'm not sure, i started falling asleep at the end.
i was reaquainted to an old time friend, powdered donuts. ctlemonade brought the cocaine donuts and those fuckers kept me awake. that and a bunch of comedy cd's. california is way to damn big, i'm sorry that drive was 9 friggin hours out of my life... but it was cool i'm not trippin. it was definitely lots of time to think...
we're gonna hit up the strip so i'll smell ya'll later...
Thursday, September 06, 2001
...and boy was it weird... i dreamt that i was with my brother at a store... it looked like safeway, but it looked like we were in the warehouse portion... u know, where they keep all the food and ish... anyway... my brother was showing me around, it seems like he knew the place well... then i turn to him and ask him "so what's it feel like to be in heaven" and he said "all of your emotion comes back to you...and then he showed me this glowing ball of light and it went inside me (like in the movies... prt)
at once i felt all these different emotions... joy and pain simultaneously... and also that feeling that you sometimes get when you are about to fall asleep and your brain is drifting between the conscious and the unconscious... (ya'll know what i'm talkin about?) then i see my mom and she's folding some bags or something in the back corner of the warehouse... it's like she's getting ready for something... she gives each of us a bag of stuff and we head over to this line of people... my brother all of the sudden starts flying into the air and the people in line are like "WTF??!?!?" literally cuz they black folk and we were all trippin' that he was flying around the store...
at this point i asked him if he was dead... and he said "no... you are..."
then i realized where i was at.. and then i thought of everything i left behind... my music, family, friends, school... but the first thing that i wanted to do was see her...
i tried flying like my brother did and amazingly i was able to, but i was kinda out of control... i saw this window and flew towards it, but right before i went thru, i stopped because i didn't think if i'd be able to go thru or not. i hit the side of the warehouse ( cuz i was in the safeway lookin place still) and my brother caught me before i hit the floor. he was laughin and said i needed to keep going next time...
what the hell...
i woke up at 6:24am and asked myself, is this some kind of vision? am i gonna die?
nah... i don't think so... it would be more meaningful if my brother and mother were dead, but they're still alive... so i don't know what that all means... we'll see i guess... if it's my time, then it's my time... more importantly, i think it made me see what's important in my life, who was the first person i wanted to "visit" after i realized i was dead... that's something to think about during our 10 hour drive to vega$ tonight...
most likely, i think it was because i ate late last night... about an hour before i went to bed... not good... especially since it was left over church's chicken... (maybe that's why i had black people in my dream? haha j/k richarde...)
Wednesday, September 05, 2001
...was the request made to me regarding committment. i wouldn't think of giving her any less. but right now do i know what i really need? if i let go, it may very well be forever. that's something i am very aware of. and also something that i don't know if want to let go of. denial has been expelled like cockroaches scurrying from the flourescent kitchen light above. what am i going to do?
this morning started off with a good workout at my 6am circuit training class. i didn't think i could wake up that early, but somehow i'm going every monday, wednesday, and friday. mainly because i think i get to see the luvbug. without that, i probably wouldn't have that much motivation at all. the luvbug hasn't been around much lately, since the separation and all... we ended our workout with a nice drive back to my house, with a brilliant sunrise in our eyes, but confounded by luvbug's dirty windshield. we talked for an hour in front of my house... every time we talk, it gets clearer and clearer.... i just have to think about things and make sure... time is on my side, i think... i'll have to call luvbug to confirm that... *mental note*
LA$ VEGA$
the big "LV" has been decided on the destination for my last chance summer hurrah. bluefrums birthday is the occasion... cleansing is my intention. what a better place to relax in the city of sin. vega$ is so plastic to me. it is pretty much everything i despise rolled up into one big heaping tablespoon; sex, money, alcohol and them goddamn white tigers. that's so "vega$" cheesy ass stage shows. all you can eat cholesterol. blinking lights. i have to admit though... i looove the blinking lights. ever since i was small, blinking lights always intrigued and capitivated me (then again, as a child, i was also fascinated by watching the popcorn maker pop corn... moms has pictures to prove it... me all up in a high chair giggling my ass off in front of the O.G. popcorn machine.)
yet i'm kinda lookin forward to this trip... hmm i think for me it's an opportunity to experience the id of america if you will. something about vega$ repulses me and intrigues me at the same time. more likely, i'm looking at the comraderie from my friends going on this trip as well. it's been a while that i've been out with them. it's time once again.
it's not like i'm innocent of having any cravings for unlimited wealth, sex or fried chicken and prime rib, but damn, vega$ gives it all to you, spread-eagled in stirrups... people lined up fork and spoon in hand. (damn that was a vulgar image... my bad) regardless where i go, i will always be me so i guess that's what's most important. besides, i will be busy contemplating issues of my own. i don't have time for the smut peddlers on the strip passing out strip club flyers.
i'm looking to see if i can give 100%. i hope vega$ can provide some insight... (YEAH RIGHT!!! hahahah) hell... u never know...
Tuesday, September 04, 2001
yesterday i was supposed to work on music, webpage and my car. i only accomplished the webpage portion... that which you see before you. i had the urge to get out of the house. so i called up eyeleen29 to go up to the galleria mall in roseville.
the galleria mall is the newest mall in the sacramento area. not trying to be mean, but it's where all the bourgeois shop at. so i felt like it was time to throw a little color into the mix, hence my decision to invade the area.
we had lunch at this place called rice and company. it was pretty good, although i heard thai basil has better thai food according to a very much biased source in eyeleen29. but yeah... it was cool... the hot sake was good... that was a new experience for me sake + shopping + agentCB = at least a few good guffaws.
i guess it was the sake that egged us on to the state fair. i was supposed to go with melan1773 but she had to go back to the bay... she'll be pissed knowing that i went without her... she has this fetish for "i love lucy" and there was a display there...
the fair wasn't as cool the second time around because by then, you've seen everything already. it wasn't the company, it's just that there's only so much u can do when your options are limited to eating all the fair food and looking at goats and sand castles.
it maybe also due to the fact that i would rather of had the luvbug with me... but there's a fair every year... i guess...
Monday, September 03, 2001
rhyme scheme came thru this weekend to do some touch ups... went to the bay to visit my lola at the cemetary. moms said she would have been 99 if she was still alive. dang. right now it's hot as fidduck in the house and i just finished updating my site... like it? i know bah would, since he likes orange... but yeah i wanted a new look... welcome to 2002... ok so it's a little premature, but hey, i think it's cool...
REBIRTH
agentCB has returned to the single life. besides the obvious emptiness i feel, i think the hardest thing to do right now is explaining to people what the hell is going on. we know what's going on, but people can't accept that we're still in contact after all that. i don't want to have to explain that "we're cool" even though we're apart. most people don't understand, but as long as me and her know what's up then that's all that matters, ya? by the way, i entitled this "rebirth" because i consider it a beginning and not an ending. you'll know what i'm talkin about when ya'll get here.
yeah, i'm holding back tons of feelings here but i don't feel like really expressing anything right now. maybe i'm in denial when i keep her stuff intact in my room, but i have my reasons.
