I went to the Boat (a kick-ass thai restaurant) yesterday with Melissa (Le). I'm a regular there and the waiters thought I was on a date so they hooked us up with some free boba smoothies. And last time, when I went with Phoebe, they hooked me up with extra fried rice. The guys there always hook me up cuz I've probably been their best customer since I bring in everyone I know to the place. Anyways, it got me thinking...how many people have I taken to the Boat? Well, off the top of my head...
Alan, Angela, Anthony, April, Augustus, Bojo, Cathy, Chain, Chris, Colin, Craig, Cristina, Dan, Danny (Baller), Darwin, Elisa, Jackie, James, John, Joyce, Josh M, Karen, Kristy, Laura, Melissa G, Melissa Le, Mike Holt, Mom & Dad, Mr. & Mrs. Blake, Phoebe, Rachel, Rainee, Rich, Ron, Rose, Ryan, Sam (CPP), Suey, Thomas, Travis
That's 43 if I've counted correctly...hit me up if I forgot ya or someone else...
tomorrow (today) is the first day of the quarter and i have an 8am class...its 1:40am right now and i just can't fall asleep.
this past summer was really chill...a lot more laid back than last summer, but still fun. it started out pretty cool, with josh being my roommate for like 6 weeks. the weekdays were mostly school for me and driving to LA for josh...but on the weekends it was all about shibbying @ huntington beach, beach volleyball, more shibby and cheap BJs courtesy of rose & diana.
there were times when josh and i would butt heads...one some nights, my laid back, low maintenance lifestyle would totally clash with his i-like-to-party-i-like-i-like-to-party attitude...and it didn't help that we only had one car (which my dad mandated that no one else can drive without me). meh, whatevers...i basically learned that being around the same person for a full 24-7, no matter how cool they are, is never a good thing.
anyways, fourth of july rolled around. loved it. it was that party @ natalie's place and i met some cool girls there. i'll never forget when josh and i were partners for taboo...
Mel: if everything about a girl is hot but her face, you'd cover it up with a brown... Josh: BAG!!! Mel: yes!!!Mel: if you sleep with an underage girl, you go to... Josh: JAIL!!! Mel: yes!!! Mel: i have a lot of this on my computer Josh: PORN!!! Mel: correct!!!
fourth of july was also the day i talked to my precious Jasmine Trias on the phone. (and i know that some of you fuckers voted "0 stars - terrible" for that post i made about it...but i don't give a rats ass what you think. i think its fucked up how you guys never rate anything "good," yet you made the effort to rate "terrible" on something i care about. )
anyways...there was also that weekend when mike came to party down in huntington. that was a good 'ol drunken time, i must say. :beerchug:
...unfortunately, that weekend was also when my beloved hamster passed away... you my boy, pube!!! you my boy!!!
i think it was the weekend after that when we had another shindig at my place...me, alan, james, josh and dan. i'll never forget the jamming on the ukulele while alan & drunken josh would freestyle the lyrics. that weekend was also the time when i hit an incline @ 60 mph with a full load of guys in my car...and also ended up paying $500 for fixing her up afterwards...
for the rest of summer, things got really chill. josh flew back home and i was left with a buttload of computer programming and web design projects.
oooooh wait a minute, how could i forget the cal poly sausage fest in my apartment!! all of the old school montecito crew were at my place, drinkin' & smokin' it up. that was also the first time "jimmy" tainted his virgin lungs. good times...good times...
once summer school was done, i headed to vegas for a week for some errands...tinted out my car, fixed like a bagillion computers and some other shit. it was my first time @ my parent's new vegas house, which i must say has that hotel suite feel to it.
the final days of my summer i spent working @ home...i have a deadline for my JustBBall.com that i refuse to miss. (on a side note, last summer i broke the 1,000 member milestone...this summer i broke 6,000. ) on the weekends i'd drive back to webb to visit cristina along with the rest of her family. at the football field, i bumped into my classmate, natasha...
Mel: natasha?? Natasha: mel??! Mel: oh shit, hey!!! how are you?? Natasha: i'm good.Mel: so what are you up to now that you graduated? Natasha: i'm relaxing now, but i'm gonna get my PHD over at UCLA. Natasha: ...what about you? Mel: oh, i'm still at cal poly... Natasha: oh...when you gonna graduate? Mel: 2 years...ish... Mel:
later that night i kicked it with my webb homie, stan, who also just graduated. damn all you people that follow the 4 year plan!!
so anyways, i'm at my apartment now. my roommate, sam, still smells like feet. the two new roommates seem cool though. one of the guys i played bball with a few seasons ago. they're also neat freaks, which is a good thing as roommates.
holy fuck, its 3am now and i have to get up by 7. alright, i'm out. thanks for the great summer everyone...and an even bigger thanks for actually reading this whole damn thing. have a nice day.
went to vegas for the weekend. it wasn't for gambling or drinking...i'm broke as hell...it was mainly to fix up alan's and my dad's computers. here's just some random shit that happened...
saw my parent's new vegas house for the first time. the first thing that came to mind was "a hotel suite." the ceilings are like 12 feet high (and the doors and just as tall), there's a lot of mirrors and marble, and all of the handles/faucets were painted gold. and of course there was all of the stereotypical hotel suite-like flower vases everywhere. not to be all jessica-simpson-ish but why the hell does everything have to be yellow gold?? why not white gold?? yellow gold is so tacky...
friday night i had a dream about eating white castles... it was wierd...it took place at some kinda movie theater complex and at the concession stands they were serving those 2 square inch burgers of heaven...it had to be magical or something cuz they were flying and shit...
...woke up, took a piss and then ended up having some really awesome sex dream. it was like me and some tall blonde chick in one of the showers of my parent's new place. total dream score!!
ate at mark pi's shanghai grill on like friday night...gawd damn their food is so good. mark pi's general tso's chicken is the shiznat. ...and then that night we played some bball and general tso was kicking my ass.
sing to r.kelly's "bump and grind":
*my wallet is telling me noooooooooo...
but my booooody
my body is telling me yeaaaaaaaaaaah!!
...i don't see nuttin' wrong, with a little steak and eeeeeeeeggs
...i don't see nuttin' wrong, with a little steak and eeeeeeeeggs*
i got a new cell phone. polyphonic ringtones, baby!!! when any of you girls call me, it'll play Naughty Girl by Beyonce. saudi sausage crew will play my Friends Theme ringtone. anyone else that calls will play the Party Boy Theme from Jackass.
alan, james and i ate at a restaurant called kahuna grill (only because shanghai grill next door was closed ). our waitress was stupid...like whenever we asked for something, she'd pull that unoriginal, sarcastic "no" bullshit.
Mel: can i have some extra honey mustard?
Waitress: no!!
Waitress:
Mel:
Mel: can i have some more water please? Waitress: i dunno, can you?? Waitress: Mel:
i swear, i was just about to do my own sarcastic shit...
Mel: i think i'll have the hibatchi chicken...you pathetic cocksucking slut bag of a whore!!! Waitress: Mel: just kidding!! Mel: ...i'll have the teriyaki chicken.
Cliffs notes version of what happened on our weekend roadtrip / foodrun...
Friday, February 13, 2004
originally planned to head out on the road by 10am...filipino time ended up being 12:20pm. the drive was hella long 6 hours but we kept ourselves busy with the usual singing and beat-boxing and eating. there was one moment when i was driving with my knee while eating a chocolate krispy kreme donut and sipping a coffee frappacino. yeah baby, i like to eat dangerously.
had a kickass weekend...unfortunately most of it is a big drunken, cloudy blur...
thursday, alan & james came down...played ball behind my dorm and then went back to my place...shibby...and then ate a lot.
friday we cruised up to santa barbara to party down with dan & his kegerator. started out with some tequila shots (my first time) and then had several rounds of beer pong...uhhh memory is fading...oh yeah, these three girls said i was hot. they were all up on my jock and shit...actually not really but they did say i was hot.
oh yeah, some dude was walking the streets by his loser self so we invited him for some free hot dogs & beer...i was already sloppy drunk but he said his name was Brandon and he was from Knotts [aka Knotts Scary Farm area]. i didn't realize it until later but he was johnny tsunami from those lame disney movies!! its kinda funny cuz this was the second time i met him...he used to work at this hawaiian restaurant that i was a regular at...and he unsuccessfully tried to hit on my cousin. hahahahaha
saturday morning i had a massive hangover...yacked quite a bit but then i was fine...my vision was a little blurry for the rest of the day though. we ended up eating at some hibatchi place...and the hot waitress was all up on my jock. drove back that night to cal poly so i could launch my JustBBall.com v2.5. in the meantime, alan & james were drinking with potty, anthony, angela, & elisa.
sunday afternoon, me & the guys went to an arabic restaurant that these egyptian chicks told me about. (they were all up on my jock too.) they had some real good shwarmas and arabic bread...ahhh the memories.
that night we drove back up to cal poly...had a little shibby...actually, it was a lot of shibby. A LOT. we were completely gone after that...we had a really good time...i just can't remember exactly what we did. :-p
anyways, here's some quotes:
James taking a piss in a crowded, public bathroom...
James: oooooh it burns....
Mel trying to ask James if he's coming or staying...
Drunken Mel: james, you coming or going?
James: huh??
Drunken Mel: are you coming or going???
James: what??
Drunken Mel: NO!!!...WITH US!! ARE YOU COMING OR GOING WITH US???
James: i'm staying.
Drunken Mel: oh...that makes more sense...
In the car, driving back to my house from Cal Poly...
James: are you gonna try to break melvin's time?
Alan: fuck no. i'm not gonna get another ticket.
Mel: what's the matter? too slow, too curious??
Alan:
Alan: omg that was pathetic. was that supposed to be the opposite of "fast & furious?"
Mel: yeah, we drank so freakin much last night...i'm gonna quit drinking for a while...
Mel: ...unless you guys are gonna drink tonight...
man, this was a crazy summer. this summer concluded my first full year since leaving home...its definately a sad thought...but i think i've made the best of it.
this summer was all about trying new things. back home its typically the same 'ol same 'ol, which is not bad at all, but now that i was here in the states i finally had the opportunity to meet new people and try new things. :bigthumbup:
the first thing i did to kick off my summer was....vegas, baby!!! not only did i get to kick it with my webb homie, hayes...but i also got to meet gorgeous, sweetheart friend, isabelle. man, that was crazy. i finally was in vegas for the first time since turning 21 and it was definately cool doin' the whole vegas experience with people that are down to do anything.
after vegas, i did my little annual manly bonding trip with mark, raynell and some other guys...and where's a better place to do then the porn convention!!! cough i mean Adult Entertainment Expo...yeah...
a few days after that, i was a little depressed over some girl shit...so i cruised up to santa monica to kick it with hayes & isabelle for a couple hours. next thing i know i was set to go to san diego with 'em!! down there i got to check out the beach and meet a couple cool guys, KC and...and...uhhh....fuck! i can't remember the other guys name...blame it on the shibby. but anyways, it was cool.
4th of july came after that and it was really chill. i got to kick it with a buncha webbies who i haven't seen in a while and we talked up some good times...over some shibby. :mrgreen:
oh yeah, around this time i joined a bball league with sj, joe, emil and some other guys...but man, that shit was such a flop. the league was so piss-poor at organizing, it just collapsed. we only played one game...and got blown out by 25+ points...but whatever, i blocked that one tall motherfucker!! mwahahahahaaha
oh man, the weekend after that was NorCal, baby!!! man was there a lot of drinking that weekend. i'll always remember (although a very blurry, drunken memory) playing king's at isabelle's place with cathy, soren, meagan, stan, bas & hayes. good times!!
the weekend after that was a really chill one. finally got together with hayes, stan & jose and we visited our fallen homie, walter cooley. first went to his place to reminisce with his parents...and i finally figured out why he died -- liver cancer. i teared up a bit...but it was good having some of the homies around again.
ahhh yes, and now onto the infamous week in NorCal...one of those nights was the strip club night....got drunk...and then ria's wedding...got hella drunk and i discovered that i can break dance....and then the house party at cathy's place...with beer pong....got WAAAAASTED...man, that was crazy. i beat meagan 4 times in beer pong.... ....sorry, just had to throw that one in there....anyways, my liver was hurtin' after those back-to-back-to-back nights of hardcore drinkin....but man, it was soooooooo worth it.
there was also this one night when john IMed me out of nowhere and told me that sean got FUCKED UP in a freak bike accident. i'll never forget that night...
shortly after that was alan's 21st birthday. the night was kind of a bust, however, because my dumb ass forgot to bring dress shoes to the club...so of course, we couldn't get in. it was all good though, because i came back the weekend after....and that weekend was when phoebe & james were in town. the highlight of the weekend was...well....getting trashed...and then checkin out Studio 54. phoebe...uhh...kinda almost passed out so the night was cut a bit shorter than it was supposed to. oh yeah, that night i was feelin' like a highroller...so i decided to throw $60 on black at the roulette....and...well...i was broke after that.
aight, so later that month was rose's cotilon (sp?) which is also known as the-18th-birthday-of-a-girl-and-she-makes-her-debut-into-society-as-a-woman-and-gets-a-shit-load-of-birthday-money. i didn't drink that night...liver was just rejecting the alcohol...but boy, did rose ever drink....
the weekend after that was probably the best possible way to end the summer....a udh reunion. it was just awesome having a bunch of the crew chillin at my place. i was glad that the whole mike-sierra-cathy thing worked out just fine too. :bigthumbup:
man, this was a crazy summer. all the babble that i wrote above doesn't even include all the endless nights i spent just kickin it with the webbies...and the nights i crashed at john/chin/sean's place...and even little things like talking to april online...all of these things made my day, everyday this summer.
dno't get me wrong though, i dearly miss the summer days in saudi. but this summer was really great. i went new places, met new faces, did new things with some old friends...the fun never ended. and when i wasn't hangin out or drinkin, i was workin my ass off on my justbball.com and my other sites (oh and btw i finally broke 1,000 members on my JBB ). i didn't waste a single bit of my summer.
so yeah, summer's ended and tomorrow morning i'm headed back to cal poly. i'm not sad at all though...i'm stoked more than anything. i get to see the rest of the cal poly crew again...start playin' some bball for PE...take some really cool classes on shit that actually interests me...its gonna be a fun year.
anyways, i gotta go and start getting my shit packed...looks like its gonna be a loooooong night of shitpacking for me tonight...hahaha
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...
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.
