aight, lemme tell you how its gonna be...

i'm gonna graduate from cal poly (6 year plan) with a bachelors in e-business, focusing on online entrepeneurship & small business management....however my company is gonna be anything BUT small...my Hotmel Media Corporation is gonna flourish...and i'll buy out other companies such as Yahoo! and AOL....but then i'll sell it for bagazillion dollars.

i'll be on the cover of Time Magazine for being the youngest man to ever hit $500 billion...i'll have my own magazine....my own designer label called "Tajon" (with the french sounding "J")...i'll have my own restaurant chain...and i'll own the lakers...

i'm gonna live the bachelor life to the max...gonna ride around town in a blue jaguar xk8 cabrio...a buncha SUVs too....and of course, an old school 1982 mitsubishi galant...a burgundy one...just like the one i had in saudi...of course, it'll have a kick ass system & a super-charged engine (i'm not a huge fan of racing...but what the hell who cares?), be voice activated featuring the soothing voice of jenna jameson...and of course, it'll have gps/navigation...along with a one of a kind autopilot feature that was specially designed for me by IBM.

i'll also get me a platinum presidents rolex with diamond hour markers...bling bling mother trucker...

eventually, i'll want to settle down and find me a wife...and her name will be rachel stevens. she will be the greatest thing to happen to me...and boy, she's gonna be a monster in bed. hehehe. sure, she's a little high-maintenance...after all, she's been ranked as the #2 hottest woman in the world two years in a row...but hey, i'll be some god damn rich, it won't matter anyways, naaaa'aaameeeee?

the wedding will be beautiful...and it'll be HUGE...everyone that i've ever known in my life will be there....that's right...everyone. if you knew me from school and you said "hi" to me once, you're goin. it'll be a massively huge ceremony...out in an amazing church (still not sure where, but it'll be a big church)...with all of my friends there...and all gazillion aunties and uncles that i didn't even know existed...the room will be completely filled with love....

my house...man...my house is gonna be tight. i personally don't like super big mansions...i just want it to feel like home. i'm gonna live out in the desert with all my homeboys from saudi...model the entire place after my hometown with the commissary and dininghall and security gates and everything. my house will be just like the one from back home...its just one story, 3 bedrooms and a big ol backyard...but man, its gonna be stocked with all this cool shit. every room will have a fatty plasma tv...the backyard will have a swimming pool with a waterbasketball hoop...a fully customized basketball court in my backyard with the Lakers logo in the middle...and of course, a ketchup pump at the dinner table, specially made and refilled daily with libby's ketchup.

i'll get my parents their own house too...hell...it'll be huge....10x bigger than my current house in vegas...they don't like big houses because its a bitch to maintain...but i'll have hired so many people to take care of 'em it won't matter...i'm gonna spoil my parents 30x more than they've ever spoiled me...hell, i'll give my dad my credit card with no max on it...just as a payback because that's what he did for me...

i'll hire my old houseboy, darmi, to be my butler. he'll live in the house that connects to mine (aka erol's house)...it'll be just as cool as mine cuz its what he's always wanted for himself and his family....

i'll hire my own personal chef...hell...i'll hire my own TEAM of chefs...they'll know how to make EVERYTHING...including dad's sweet n sour chicken...papa johns jalepeno pizzas (don't forget that righteous garlic sauce)...hano's california rolls...spicy chicken bowls from yoshinoya...these guys will be the greatest cooking team ever assembled.

eventually i'll have kids. i'll have a boy & a girl...in that order. i'm not sure what i'll name the boy but the girl will either be named "leanna" or "marion." leanna is just a pretty name and marion is a tribute to my mother, marynin. my daughter, she'll be gorgeous...but my son, who will be a basketball/football/track/wrestling star (just like his father) will be her protector. i'll make all these strict rules but i know they'll be breaking all of 'em and be sneaking out of the house...its all good though. the kids they hang out with will be the children of all of my closest friends.

just for goodtime's sake, just like how nico explained it, we'll have security guards on the camp...fat, arabic ones that like to eat kabsa and smoke up....they'll drive around in the good ol red & white ford f150's and hassle the kids to keep 'em in check. they'll basically be too fat and slow to do anything else other than say "yes boss, yes hallo, yes stop, you have ID."

oh man, and the shwarma guy...i can't forget the sweaty turkish shwarma guy. the exact guy that worked at that one corner store...he'll be shipped over here to the states and will legaly have his name changed to "erol the shwarma guy." he'll have his own little cart, kinda like an icecream cart...except for shwarmas...and he'll drive all over town handing out freshly made shwarmas.

aight, so maybe i'm dreamin' a little too much here...but you know what? i'm just gonna live my life day by day, work hard, keep lookin forward and try to be a good person. who knows? maybe karma will be good to me later in life...win the lottery or something. but the main thing is, if years down the road i have a steady job, a loving family...and STILL be in touch with my friends after all these years...well...that's all i could ever ask for...

i'd be the happiest man alive.

Day 1: Pre-Reunion Sausage Fest

alan & james arrive. we chill at my house until mike finally makes it and then we head out to USC to pick up dan & jacquie. that was the first time in years that mike & dan saw eachother...man it was crazy. no offense to any Trojans out there but USC was fuckin' ghetto. man it was crazy. right when we pick 'em up we head out to the Gypsy Cafe in LA for some shisha & shwarmas. spend a good couple hours just catching up and then headed back to my place to crash. man it was crazy.

Day 2: The Big Get Together

the next morning i wake up and mike is gone...he woke up around 9am to go surfing. man he's crazy we eventually met up with dan & jacquie and ate at one of my favorite hole-in-the-wall burger joint, Duke's. rose (my cousin) was there and she got a glimpse of how low our maturity level drops when we all hang out. man its crazy. anyways, we go back to the house and start stocking up on the achohol...

eventually, alan & i took nikki (james' car) to pick up sierra in LA. if it wasn't for cindy (james' navigation system) that got us thru LA, we would've been lost as shit. man it was crazy. felt a little claustraphobic being in the corporate part of LA for the first time. anyways, we finally meet up with sierra and take her to my place.

who?

(in no particular order) me, alan, james, chris castillo(?), amy, sierra, cathy, natalie, mike, dan, omar gharbo(?).

where?

@ my crib in longbeach!!

when?

friday, september 12 - monday, september 15

what's happening?

1. we're havin' a bonfire on the beach @ the OC, so bring yer thong. dat thong tha thong thong thong.

2. bring your own towels. bring 2 if you can (one for the beach and one for my crib).

3. bring your own pillow and blankets...you don't wanna use my shit cuz i drool a lot.

4. we might go check out LA/Hollywood...so bring your gat so you can bust a cap on any punkass bums. hahahahaa jk.

5. bring an extra liver....you can count on alcohol being on the premises...

6. we're plannin' on smokin' some shisha in LA too.

7. if anyone else is up for it, i wanna get my tattoo this weekend...

that's all i can think of for now. can't wait, guys!!! i got a woody just thinkin' of it!!! hahahahahaha

seriously!!! :mrgreen:

i had to change my screenname because too many people from my justbball site were getting into my personal life...they kept inviting me into chats and checkin' out my profile and shit. and also, i'm got tired of my BaNGaRaAaNG screenname.

i've decided to change it to Bang UDH cuz its short, sweet and its a tribute to home...udhailiyah for life.

this is gonna be my last screenname change so you can go ahead and delete BaNGaRaAaNG from your buddylist now.

July 31st - August 7th, 2003

Day 1: Flying In

flew in with some of my relatives....got into the hotel and chilled for the rest of night....pretty boring...

Day 2: The Family Arrives

all my other relatives flew in. went to the Fisherman's Wharf (a HUGE fish mart on the pier) for lunch....too bad i don't eat seafood. later that day we had the rehearsal for the wedding.

the day was pretty chill...but then when the sun went down we started the party. me, mark and my cousins raynell, russel and kim went strip clubbin. we had a few shots before we left and then when we got there we drank more and more...russ and i even smoked a nice J just outside the club...the bouncer was all "daaaaaamn that shit smells goooooood."

Day 3: The Wedding

the wedding was beautiful. it was mostly family and close friends...at this nice church and all...i actually teared up a bit...but anyways, the REAL party started back at the hotel for the wedding reception.

mark got us a round of shots....then melissa....then me....it was pretty damn crazy getting piss drunk with all my cousins....and in front of our parents!!!

drunken mark: melissa, get your ass over here and take some shots with us!!
drunken melissa: no, i can't handle straight liqour!!
drunken mark: fine then...have some GAY liquor!!
drunken me: :D

rose has been giving me shit saying that i can't dance....so that night i started to bust out my shit....old school 80s breakdancing style.

i've always tried to do that little windmill shit...and i've only been able to do it once before i just fall over. but for some reason the alcohol made me feel like i could finally do it....so i got out in the middle of the dance floor, cleared out everyone....and i did it!!! i did 6 windmills in a row, baby!!!! it was funny cuz when i was finished i looked up and everyone was on the floor....at first i thought it was cuz i kicked everyone but really they were just rolling on the floor laughing. i dunno how good/shitty my windmills were but i didn't care...i was drunk as shit.

Day 4: The House Party

the next day i was in pain....i bruised both of my knees, sprained my ankle, hurt my neck and my head...words of experience, don't leave your head sticking out when the elevator door closes....

i saw all of my family off to the airport and i took the train to berkeley. i was actually scared as fuck because it was my first time on a train by myself...anyways, when i get off the berkeley stop, i walk into this one asian dude...it took me a while but i realized that it was Tim Tow from webb!! such a small fuckin world. this was a kid i used to pick on at webb...he looks like a monkey...but anyway, it was still cool just bumping into a familiar face like that.

as soon as i met up with cathy, she tells me they're throwing a party. most of the day was spent on preping up the place and shit. cathy totally expected it to be a bust cuz it was a sunday night and people here still have summer school/work.

9:30 rolls around and 8 girls come in....awesome...11 girls and me. we started takin jello shots and hung around til a shitload of guys came in. once we had about 25-30 people in the house, we busted out the jungle juice and the beer pong.

i played about 5 games of beer pong...i was 4-1 baby!!! jesse davidson (went to kenya with him back in 7th grade...first time seeing him in 8 years...) and i beat the undefeated 3-0 team...then we spanked meagan & isabelle. meagan started to talk some shit so i duked it out with her one-on-one.

i won.

"i can't do it without my partner...i need my partner."

psssssssh pleeeeease woman!!! her and isabelle challenged me to one last game. i was spankin 'em pretty bad but then when it got down to the last cup, i was drunk as shit. went back and forth for a long ass time but the sausage finally came out on top and i won. awwwwww jyeaaaaaaaaah.

buncha people were playin kings outside...wish i coulda played but my liver said "no." the rest of the night for me was a big 'ol blur...but all in all, it was definately a kickass party.

Day 5: One Day of Sobriety

woke up with my body still tingling...had to yack a bit but then i was all better. didn't do too much but recover.

Day 6: Meagan's Last Night

chilled for most of the day. at night i started up the bonfire in cathy's backyard and cooked up some s'mores. eventually went out to a bar cuz it was 2-for-1 Tuesdays. my liver was still hurtin' so i didn't drink that much. we ran into some gumpy kid and he just started talking to us. it was obvious he was not from around town so we meagan and george decided to fuck with him. they started having bullshit conversations with him, saying they were from the midwest and shit (the gumpy guy was from wisconsin) so they all had a "midwest connection." had our fun with him so we ditched his ass and went to another bar.

5 mins later, the fucker finds us at the other bar and starts talking to meagan. i've never seen a girl BS as much she did that night....the guy couldn't get the hint to fuck off so we told him that meagan was a lesbien...the fucker screamed out "WHAT?!?! A LESBIEN!?!!?" and made a whole scene about it. the fucker got the point and left.

went back home and smoked a bowl...reflected on how stupid that guy was...said bye to meagan (cuz she was flying out first thing in the morning) and passed out.

Day 7: Just Chillin'

went swimmin...met up with cathy's friend christine (last time i saw her was in SD when i was drunk as fuck and i ripped the loudest fuckin fart in front of her). we watched American Wedding...which was fuckin' hilarious. oh yeah, then we ate at Mel's Diner...got me a cool t-shirt that says "Mel's: The Original" on it.

late that night, isabelle called me up for a booty call. haha jk she just finished her 30 page group paper so she wanted to smoke out with me.

Mel: oh my god i'm so stoned...
Isabelle: ...shall we smoke another one?
Mel: :shock: another one??....its up to you...
Isabelle: ok, i'll pack a bigger one this time...

yeah....i was pretty gone after that....

Day 8: Bye Bye

spent the whole morning & afternoon recovering...still was stoned as fuck when i woke up. pretty much packed my shit then got on the plane back to SoCal.

all in all, this trip was fuckin' awesome. my body's still recovering from all the damage but man....everything was sooooo worth it. in 7 days, only two of 'em were sober. hopefully i'll go back up later this month for isabelle's birthday bash...

on saturday, a buncha guys went to visit our fallen homie, walter. we kicked it with his parents for a couple hours, then we went to visit his grave. this was my first time lookin' down at his gravestone...the last time i was there was at the funeral.

walter was sometimes a stubborn bastard with his little "wierd things." one thing that he firmly believe in was to not cry when someone dies. i remember back at webb, after our classmate josh kaminsky passed away, all of the homies stayed up late and talked about it. walter didn't shed one tear when josh passed away. "i don't cry because i know that when i die, i don't want you guys to be crying for me."

sorry to disappoint you bro but i cried my eyes out for ya. i cried the night that SJ called me to tell me you passed. i cried all throughout your memorial service. i cried as i walked past you for the last time just before they closed the casket. i just couldn't hold it in, man.

but this time, i remembered what you said, walter, so i did what you would've done -- i held it in.

as we stood silently looking down on his grav...i smiled. i smiled cuz all of the memories i have of him were good memories. i'm sure that we had at least one fight or something over the course of 5 years...but there were far too many good memories to outweigh any possible bad ones.

i eventually started thinkin to myself, "how will i want people to react when i pass away?" i'm sure people will cry...its just natural...but i wouldn't want people to cry everytime they visit me. if anything, i'd want people to smile. on my gravestone, instead of the typical "remembered always" mushy type stuff, i might have it so it says something stupid like, "smile if you'll sleep with me." haha. and instead of bringin flowers to my grave, i'd much rather you bring food. hell, bring a whole shit load of food and have a picnic or something. whatever it takes, all i want is to look down (or look up, depending on how bad i was :twisted: ) and see ya smiling.

anyways, i'm sure that day won't come for a very long time...i'll probably live to be 85 or something.

aight, i think i'm gonna get me a couple chili burgers. late.

just got back from san francisco....it was only for the weekend but seemed to last for so long. it was a 6 hour drive but i was thrashed the whole drive up there. :mrgreen: got there around three in the morning and just passed out at cathys.

the next day was Mel & Cathy's Day of Fun!!...well...kinda....really it ended up being Mel & Cathy's Day of Eating & Sleeping!! one huge difference between LA and berkeley is the little fuckin hole-in-the-walls restuarants all compacted into the same few blocks....and no typical fast food joints around for a couple miles. the really cool thing is everything's in walking distance...parking is so fuckin' bitchy its just so much more convenient to walk. (never thought i'd say it, but walking > driving.)

later that night we got all our friends and met up at isabelle's. it was me, cathy, her bf, megan (sp?), isabelle, hayes, stan & york. played asshole and another drinking game...it was the one were every number means something, like 6 means "dicks" so all guys have to drink...this one time i got the card for waterfall. i was a bastard and i made everyone keep drinking until i topped off my whole drink hehehe. everyone got pissed but ooooh the price i pay to get my friends sloppy.

really, the whole party was a big fat, joyous blur....but it was fun as hell.

the next day was really chill. went with a buncha guys to get some dim sum...and then me, hayes, stan & isabelle went to this one lake to smoke up. after that, went back to her place and she made us crepes with nutella....mmmmmmmmmm. we had one more smoke after that then me, stan & york had to go.

oh yeah, earlier in the week my dad was being a bitch...."melvin, if you take your car to san francisco, i'm gonna cancel your credit card!!!" if my dad's threat involved something other than my credit card, i probably would've made a smartass remark and hung up on him....but god no!!! please don't take back my credit card!!! so instead i did the sneaky thing and tagged along with stan & york.

my mama called me when i was at SF and she was all, "where are you?"

"uuuhhhhhh i'm visiting cathy..."

"oh ok....i'm glad that you decided to not go up to san francisco...."

thefinger:

anyways, that was only like 1.5 days of hangin out at SF...but i'll be back in 3 weeks for my cousin's wedding...can't fuckin' wait.

my first 4th of july from saudi went pretty damn well. drove up to stan's place and the first thing we do is down several quarter-pound hot dogs. our fellow webb homies, jose & brandon (and his gf, debra) came to join in on the sausagefest. after spending the whole afternoon smokin & catchin up, we met up at jacquie's (humongous) house to kick it with herself and marina. we all caught up on goodtimes as we raided her fridge (i was stoned)....just had a good time for a couple hours.

stan and i head back to his place...and then hayes came over so we could get shitfaced. after a couple hours of drinkin, we smoked on the roof of stan's place and smoked up a bit. we all got pretty fuckin' droned (drunk/stoned) and then decided we should play some bball. we ran a couple blocks to the elementary school and played a couple games...drunk, stoned and in the dark...it was hard as balls but it was cool.

all in all, the day was really chill...but it was fun drinkin/smokin/eatin/catchin up on goodtimes.

damn. mama called me to bitch about my phone bill...i never thought i'd go over but i did...and it costs an extra $40. here's one interesting stat: out of the 1800 minutes i used, 1000 were from talking to phoebe. daaaaaamn that girl's got me on a digital leash.

wow, i am so proud of myself. my brother, michael, offered to treat me out to Tommy's for a midnight snack...as long as i went and picked it up for him. (to all you non-westcoast people, Tommy's is a burger joint that serves all of their cheeseburgers with a whole fuck load of greasy chili....its so fuckin' greasy...its so fuckin' good) anyways, when i got to the drive-thru, i remembered all of the time's that isabelle got mad at me for pigging out...i got the image of her disappointed face saying "eww, mel!!!" burned into my head...so this time...i refused to order anything for myself!!

i'm so fuckin' proud of myself!!

here was the perfect opportunity for me to order a greasebomb...and my brother was paying for it...and i could smell the burgers as i approached the drive-thru...and i said no!!! i can't believe i did it!! i actually said, "no!!". i've lost 10 lbs so far in the past 2 weeks...and i'm still going strong...and i owe it all to isabelle. thanks isabelle!!! you rock!! :bigthumbup: