7.31.01
damn. that's the second night in a row that i witnessed a car accident while driving home from work. *shivers* eeeeerie.
on a much lighter note... this is funny... some stupid guy on apartment107 is trying to rag on me... here...

"fineasspinoy" wrote in response to my "the racer boyfriend" article:
man are u serious about all that stuff in the article? i dunno if a girly is willin to do all that.....man u askin for alot....i hope yer girl is willin to do all that crap u mentioned.....i sure feel sorry or her......
I replied:::
1: you shoulda read my page because then you would find out that i am a GIRL. 2: i did all that for my bf/my car already. turbo-ed, kitted, and everything. 3: you are SOOO not fine. 4: any girl that is down for her man WILL actually take the time to learn about HIS interests so as not to come off as a pathetic dumb ass
He replied::
whoa.....now why u gotta go and do that luv!? n-e-wase my mistake.....since i wasted my time reading yer little article i didnt think i need to waste anymore precious time reading yer pissy little page......"time is money" n-e-wase playgirl if u wanna keep this up i can go on for weeks and days pointing out tha flaws in yourself as well as your relationship.... wanna make all the other females slaves to thier niggahs cars, your dead wrong if u can torbo charge your mans car or let tha niggah nut in yer ass i really dont giv a crap....thats just one of the many setbacks yer triflin ass gets if u post an article...dont trip if u get negative feedback boo....its all part of the territory.....maybe i should rite and article about yer stooopid ass and see how much positive/negative feedback i get.......if u wanna keep set trippin go bug yer mans and them go by him a louder system with an amp and sum 12's or something so he doesnt hav to sit beside you and listen to yer persistent crying and bitchin.....LoLz
THEN i replied::
puhleeeeeeeze stop tryin to act black because it is not working for you. and if you would really like to know, i am no slave to my boyfriends car, nor am i some airhead that you perceive me as. excuse me for defending my sexuality to some idiot that thinks that any self-respecting guy would put up a PINK background on his personal page. and yes, there are flaws in my relationship, but none that i am ashamed of, and in fact, if you would like, i can write an article on it myself. i can also write a biography myself... but where should i start? maybe i should start on how i being a lieutenant colonel in army rotc. or maybe i should start with my 4.2GPA at graduation. or my college life pulling a 3.9. yeah... i sound REALLLYYYY stupid to you right now dont I? dont fucking write ignorant shit in my guestbook because you're gonna get that shit straight to you.
and one more thing... im used to negative feedback on my articles. im just not used to people mistaking me for a guy when i have a pink background up and my articles are specifically targeted FOR girls, BY a girl. if you were able to actually comprehend my article, you would be able to decipher my sex.
hee. ignorant people are fun to play with.

July 31, 2001

hey look! its the end of july already. and my calendar STILL says MARch. shows you how much i love my name huh? no. just how slothful i am. argh. said the cat.
bag of hersheys kisses $2.39. home-made sinigang: $free. can of pepsi: $.60. downing it all within 15 minutes: baby poo. i really need a mastercard. my whole wallet is VISA. cant get american express. or american eagle. or express. or mastercard. but VISA... im getting approved up the ass. dum dee dum. its a tuesday afternoon. i should be grubbin on some $.89 chicken nuggets. buuuut... too lazy. its hot and i have a black car. black car + summer heat = melted mar. that cant be too good.
look at the message i got in my apartment 107 guestbook.. its regarding my "buy your boyfriend car stuff" article::::
man are u serious about all that stuff in the article? i dunno if a girly is willin to do all that.....man u askin for alot....i hope yer girl is willin to do all that crap u mentioned.....i sure feel sorry or her......
DUUUUUUUUMBAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS


July 30, 2001

detours! detours! DETOURS! they're EVERYWHERE! i cant drive to a single place in san diego without hitting a freakin detour. and it adds about 10 minutes to your otherwise already long drive. then you have to suffer through traffic and all the stupid people that cant drive and get into car accidents. UGHHHH! its like driving practice for LA or something.
stupid HID bulbs. stupid people selling HID bulbs on eBay. stupid people not sending HID bulbs on time. stupid post office for not getting them here early. damnit. i payed good money and that shit STILL isnt here.


July 28, 2001

you have to be the biggest fuckin moron in the world to get hit by a trolley. so this guy on his motorcycle got hit by a trolley yesterday. i guess he thought he was too cool to follow the rules, while the big red flashing lights, the loud ass bells, and giant red and white striped arms were warning everyone to stay clear away from the trolley/street intersection. so he got hit by the trolley and made every one of those people on the trolley late for work. and all the other people waiting for that same trolley at the next stop. and all the people waiting patiently and smartly behind the big arms. what an idiot. im not gonna play God and say that he deserved to die... but sheesh... what an idiot.
and assholes that drive big ass trucks and SUVS and follow too closely behind small cars with their bright ass lights on should be shot. im fucking getting blinded by your lights asshole! back the fuck off! you'd think that they could take the hint when you lift your rearview and struggle to cover your eyes from the lights. but nooooo... assholes.
oh yeah i put the down payment on the intercooler yesterday. that thing is a monster. wow. i held it. yummmm! oh.. and my filipino organization asked me to be Ms. Gerona 2002. can you see me as a beauty queen? i cant either.


7.25.01
arghhhhh! i hate having to stand up for myself. because that brings out the bitchy, uncaring, cold mar that i have inside. But when she has to come out, then she'll come out.
the pooh bear and i have been fighting a lot lately. sometime for stupid shit, others, well.... for serious shit. and cold-mar has been jumping out a lot in order to defend happy-go-lucky-mar. (happy-go-lucky-mar is the one that usually presents the whole package). it's not a pretty picture. because when you see cold-mar out, she points out everything, and breaks down all barriers in order to defend little tiny weakling-mar. hey, someone's got to do it.. so why not have me do it? its just that whenever cold-mar has to defend happy-go-lucky-mar, she gets stronger and stronger. and if cold-mar gets strong enough, she'll eventually end up replacing happy-go-lucky-mar as the presenter of the whole package to the outside world. and that's scary. that's like having a dictator around 24/7. ack.
i just realized that this whole post sounds like i was talking about pokemon. "Pokemar... I CHOOSE YOU!"
oh yeah.. theres a coupla new beyondmarfiles entries if you're interested.

July 25, 2001

today i had the best time with girls that ive ever had in the longest time. we watched a chick flick, went shopping, and were just being girls. it was awesome. but it wasnt something that if it was other girls, that i would look down on. so it was veeerrryyyy cool.
do you know what else was veeeerryyyyy cool? Legally Blonde. it was funneh. like "oh-shit" funny. i expected Clueless-funny, but it was a cooler funny. more updated. but i still think Clueless was better. the acting was a whole lot better in Clueless. Reese Witherspoon wasnt as convincing as Alicia Silverstone.
damnit... on a very much more sour note... ugh.. nm.


justbarely7.25.01
WEAKNESS! i was in the apartment, and i was reading some articles. came across trd_tacoma's article on guestbook cut and pasters. SUCKNESS! i SOOOO wrote the same article 2 months ago. remember? the one i was all pissed off about that they didnt post. arghh... SUCKS rotting balut.
WEAKNESS part 2! in exactly one month, my buddies are gonna be let go. and that means im only gonna be working with boring evil people. and Evan's leaving in 3 months (?) i dont know.. november i think. booooo. not having friends sucks.

July 24, 2001

"Oh my God if that was me, i would have CRIED!!!" (Greg's reaction to Evan's restroom mishap) i still cant believe Greg actually said that.. and outloud. cracks me up more than Evan's bathroom adventure... almost.
i seriously need a car wash. its not even funny how dirty my car gets in one freakin day of driving around in san diego. the air is so nasty here that my car gets dusty driving 3 miles. and these damn pidgeons arent helping either.


July 23, 2001

three chalupas at one time is the limit. no more. no less. damn... that went through me with the quickness!
once again.. SCREWED by big business. why dont people understand loyalty? and that along with loyalty should come certain perks. and if you really want to keep your customers loyal, then you must cater to them. damnit. not this make them wait around forever for their overpriced fake parts bullshit. damn pann.


July 22, 2001

i got home at 2am tonight. started work at 10am. got off at midnight-ish. but it was the best time at work i have ever had. we went shopping, we had a PJ party, a train ride, fashion show, laundry day, and all while getting paid overtime. F-U-N FUN! its amazing how easily i clicked with these three (breakdown: Evan, Kenny and Krystle). we spent all day and night together. continuous laughter, fluid conversation.. it was awesome. we're all on the same level. its cool how diverse we are, and at the same time how exremely similar.. it kills me. but what will kill me more is when they're let go on August 25 =( they're seasonal employees, so that means im gonna be left behind with all the boring evil people. BOOOO! but anyhoo.. we went to Dennys cuz none of us took a lunch break the whole day so we were all starving. 2 hours just talking. damn that was some gooood shit. its been a while.


July 21, 2001

it was just another ordinary day at work. made some sales, did some inventory, closed late. so when 10pm hit, we finally closed our doors and began to close up shop... very quickly i might add. Evan swept, i wiped. he straightened, i tucked. it was perfect teamwork. he did, i detailed. he went to get the trash... then disappeared. then the phone rings:::
G: American Eagle Outfitters this is Greg how can i help you?
E: Greg im stuck in the girls bathroom. it's Evan.
HE WAS STUCK IN THE BATHROOM! (well obviously) it turns out that the door jammed itself shut. so greg and i head to the bathroom and we begin to hear banging as we approach the door.
M: Evan, just pull the handle up and wiggle it a little.
E: I AM! IT'S STUCK! IT WONT OPEN!
after a while of pushing, pulling, ramming, and kicking, greg and i finally realize that the door just would not open. we looked at each other and COLLAPSED to the floor, dying of laughter. poor Evan. it was 90 degrees in that bathroom and he was stuck inside. i called security once i regained sanity and breath. they came. we hammered off the door knob. and when Evan walked out of that bathroom, half of his clothes were lying on the floor, and he was drenched in sweat. poor guy. even though i still cant look at him without cracking up, it makes me wanna follow him around all day and make sure he's okay.


justbarely7.21.01
does anyone know what happened to importshowoff.com? its like a freakin search engine or something now. and theres now importshowoff.net or .edu or .gov. NOTHING. so where do i find out stuff about import showoff? damnit.

July 20, 2001

i was in national city today. right across the street from Jollibee. in the Seafood City shopping center... aka minimanila. and as i was paying for something, the guy helping me (late 40s, early 50s) asks if he knows me. had to go through my entire family tree before he realized he wasnt sure or not. then i stepped out, and as i was loading my car, door wide open, a couple of ladies approach me. Jehovahs witnesses. they lure me away from my wide open car with my purse and keys inside and begin to talk. talk about bible study, inquiring when they can make a visit to my casa, and when i am available for phone calls, etc. i kindly reply that i might not have the availability for it, and try to step away. they were relentless and ended up with my home address and phone number. guess who will be buggin for the next couple of months.
its not that i have anything against Jehovahs witnesses. its not that i dont wanna become closer to God. its not that i dont want to take the time out for these people. its just that i am a Catholic. i intend to remain Catholic even if i have not yet been confirmed. i am open to suggestions, but i will remain Catholic. i like our beliefs. i like our ceremonies and traditions. that is how i was brought up, and it is the same way that i would like to bring up my own children. now i have to figure out a way to get these people off my back without hurting their feelings or giving them more of a motive to convert me. damnit.
its hard being a taxi.


July 19, 2001

damn cars. seems like just when something good happens for one, a million other things go wrong. so i finally get all the kinks out of my car, and it's in good running condition. then the tranny on the pooh bear's van goes kaput. then high hopes when the body kit from pann finally arrives... and it's a piece of shit. made horrible. probably not gonna fit right. damnit. then my van's tire pops. and the hoses need to be replaced. and my sentra's engine is acting up. damnit. so all in all, between two families, we have two functioning cars. and a million jobs between us all. argh. damn cars.
seems like lately theres been a bunch of people speaking their share on "individuality." and by lately, i mean the past coupla days in their blogs. hmm... i wonder how "individual" that is. i should go on and be a part of it... but that would just be admitting.. nm. CONFORM BABY! CONFORM!
but a good level of conformity is good. it keeps everything at a sane level. imagine what the world would be like without mindless drones walking about and making our economy work. we would have no livelihood. we would have no money. and who would the exceptional compare themselves to? i mean there has to be AVERAGE people. otherwise there wouldnt be ABOVE AVERAGE people. and the people we so lovingly refer to as BELOW AVERAGE. because without our below average people, tests would be hard, everything would be complicated, and the average people would be doing all the hard labor. that wouldnt be fair. hah! but what exactly is fair? and is fairness good? in most cases, yes; in some, NO! keep the balance people.
i rambled on again didnt i? shit. i have to stop doing that.


7.19.01::330ish
chinese mexicanso erik, emilio and i are chatting in an actual chatroom with all three of us at the same time. just like the good ol aa days. except without all the retards to make fun of. so instead we're bangin on each other. kind of. and kind of catching up. but not really. we're just being stupid/ourselves. hee. i miss this. =) YEY! oh yeah.. that's erik trying not to look mexican. looks like a chinese mexican now. even has the thin mustache going on and everything.
that reminds me... i was in walmart today and i saw some monks shopping in the snacks aisle. like actual monks in monk attire. the reddish orange toga-robe lookin get ups. it was pretty cool.

7.19.01::230ish
erik is a mexicanhhahahahahhaahPROOF!!! erik is a mexican!!! heee!!! oh my googly moogly! these are back from waaaaay back in the day... "erik you mexican." back in the asian avenue days. hey... here's an idea.. we should all take web cam pics of ourselves, post them on our apt107 pages and then in a coupla years or so... we can say "daaammnnnn that was from waaaaay back in the apt107 days!" damnit erik... you STILL havent shaved your head? im tellin yah... if you come here ill do it for you.
oh yeah.. and that house that used to be on paradise valley road... i saw it on the 805 south today. right before the 94 exit merges onto the 805 south. there was a BIG ASS house just sitting on the side of the freeway... on the slow side of the freeway. like on the iceplants. that must suck trying to pull outta the garage.
pann auto in clairemont sucks. it does not take a whole fucking month to order a front bumper. it does not cost a whole lot to make that shit. and the quality of their products... damnit. you shoulda heard me yelling in there. damnit... i bet itll take another frickin month to get that shit it. arghhhh. assholes.

July 18, 2001

did you miss me? i bet you did! hah! just kidding. no one ever misses the girl next door... until she kills herself. damn... dont you wish i lived next door to you now? i sure do... i would love to be missed.
i think that whole weekend that i was awake has turned me into a night owl. i havent been able to sleep as early as i would like to. im starting to look like a zombie with these huge black baggies under my eyes. ewww. groddy. tv kept me up. here comes that insomnia again. at least this time im not online all night long... oh wait... nm. yes i am.
did a little shopping today. got me some fall stuff. damn... i look CUUUUUUUTE! well at least my outfits do. and my manequins do. and so does my floorset. anywhoo... AE ROCKS! its freakin hot as hades outside and i am so in love with my fall attire. i look like joey from Dawsons Creek! YEY!... even though her puppy eyes are gettin reaaaaallly old... blech.


July 15, 2001

i seriously think that my body is getting fatter offa eating its own fat. i havent exactly been eating a whole lot lately, and yet i seem to be gaining weight. and i havent been sleeping much either. and im surprisingly not tired... not very anyway. is my stored energy really that chock full of fatty goodness that my body is gettin fat offa itself? good lord thats AMAZING!
i am so desperate for sleep right now its not even funny. but my body wont allow me to sleep. i've just kinda been layin in bed for the past three hours trying to nod off. i need sleep so bad. you dont understand... i just worked a 16 1/2 hour overnight shift. i went to work at 6pm last night and arrived a little over 11am this morning. straight working. no breaks. no sitting. nada. i was a little robot last night. and i was STILL wide awake when i got home. then i got knocked out for 4 hours. and ever since then i havent been able to sleep a wink... well maybe a wink.. but that's it. tonight i only have a 12 hour overnight shift. hopefully ill have the same energy as last night. hee.. you should see my bloated eyes. its pretty funny.


midnight7.12.01
i had this really bad urge to post a while ago... but geocities was down. so was blogger. bastards. i had to post in aa and apt107. thats how freakin desperate i was. arghh
i saw allan mangapit today. at my store. that was cool. it was like he never yelled at me or anything. it was like we were friends in high school. scaaaary.

July 12, 2001

my horoscope tells me that today is the day that things will start becoming better in my life. that it will have the balance that i desire, that my social communications will greatly improve, as well as my family relations and love life. lets hope that its all true, because i only have until next august until this so-called bliss will end. until next august, i am supposed to get advancement in the workplace and in the social ladder as well. hmm... we'll see.
the pooh bear just told me his mom got pissed at him for buying dirty-wash jeans from abercrombie. she was mad that he spend fifty bucks on jeans that looked dirty and were already shredded. "it's the style now ma." can you see a 22-year old navy guy saying that to his mom while she does his laundry? its a pretty funny picture.
The problems encountered by October 1 people usually center on their carreers. For example, it can take years of struggle for them to reach an elevated social position, only to find that it isnt quite what they expected. Part of the reason for this is that they tend to be very serious individuals who may not take enough joy in their successes. Indeed, they can be plagued by those problems presented by their work which they are unable to solve-this is not particularly helped by their perfectionist tendencies which find it hard to leave things alone. Yet, through the difficulties they encounter, many born on this day demonstrate a marked ability to learn and ultimately to progress in their personal development.


July 11, 2001

hey i just realized that it's me and the pooh bear's 3 year 1 month today. i have to start all that anniversary stuff again or im gonna forget like we did in the second year. booo.
it smells like fart in my room. someone pooed in my bathroom and didnt light a match. my internals really dont agree with the stench, so i let out a big one. i hate it when they lingger.
today must be realization day for me or something. cuz today i also realized that i never know when to draw the line. often times it gets me into big trouble. like when i open my big mouth. and sometimes it gets me into good places. like for school projects and what not. but really, i think it's my way of trying not to be so damn average. im so average that im above average. no, not really.. but still.


noonish7.10.01
fuck this. nevermind. i give up. i think ill just live my life as a robot from now on. no more emotional attachments. no more trying to be nice. no more doing shit for others. if they can toss me aside like i dont fucking matter, then they can kiss my ass good-bye. fuck you all for not trying for me as much as i tried for you. fuck you for not caring as much as i did. fuck you for being selfish. fuck you for not understanding. fuck you for not seeing your own fucking mistakes. just fuck off because you dont know what the fuck you're talking about. hypocrite.

July 10, 2001

it was like a tradition. my mom would take my kuya and i to the dentist in the city. we'd sit there for a while, get our teeth cleaned, waited for the other one, and read ziggy in the waiting room. ma would run her errands while we waited for the numbness in our mouths to go away. then we would go to jollibees. i always had spaghetti. my brother always got a hamburger or something... to make him feel american. it was like mcdonalds but with spaghetti. and that was the best part. then we came here....
july 9, 2001... they finally bring jollibees to san diego. i was at work. but thank God i was. my mommy got me some pasgetti =) she said it was a big ol crowd there. and they didnt have pizza like the jollibees in manila did. i bet if i went i woulda seen everybody and their mommas. a filipino reunion. i bet people were ordering in tagalog too.
oh yeah. i went camping this weekend. nothing to say except it sucked. it was too hot, my shoulders got sunburned, and the showers were nasty. to say that i was bored is like saying jollibees had a few people there yesterday. man... i hate being the person that everyone sees enough not to miss them, but doesnt see enough to be close. argh.


July 4, 2001

i dont understand why people think that a holiday is a good excuse to be an asshole. so this big ass group of black people were trying to cross the street a while ago. they werent wearing their usual neon clothing as they do here in san diego... and the street lights were out. there was no oncoming traffic, no street lights, these fuckheads werent even carrying flashlights. and as soon as they see my little car with its bright headlights, they proceed to cross the street. there were no cars ahead of me. they could have gone then. but they had to wait until i was 10 fucking feet away from them before they stepped off of that curb. come on idiots! they were black as hell wearing dark colors against an extremely dark background. it took a while for me to see them... and when they saw me, they stopped in the middle of the fucking road. i honked, and they didnt move. i honked again, and they looked at me like i was some fucking idiot. HELLOOO! i really felt like mowing their asses down so they get what they deserve. how stupid can you fucking be?
and at work today, i must have been invisible to anyone with color because only white people responded to my cheerful "hellos." mexicans looked at me like i was being totally rude to them. black people looked at me like i was crazy for trying to talk to them. asians thought i was being disrespectful by asking if i could help them in any way. but the whiteys... they were nice. they let me help them. surprise surprise.
i hate fourth of july. it brings out stupidity in people. as they ooh and ahh at the fireworks, they dont bother to watch the road as they drive. as they hurry to the parks and beaches, they have no courtesy towards pedestrians. as they try to have their little barbeques and try to look cool in front of their friends, they start brush fires. and its always an excuse to drink and be stupid. its always an excuse to blow tons of cash on food and leave the food laying in the parks and not bother to clean up after they leave. why are people so fucking inconsiderate?


July 3, 2001

sometimes i surprise myself. last night i cleaned my room. got rid of a lot of junk. got rid of a LOOOOT of dust. my room is now in a livable condition. hooray for me.
fireworks tomorrow. i wonder what everyone is gonna do. i wonder what im gonna do. maybe do the traditional sit outside on my porch and watch the downtown, bonita, and swap meet fireworks all at the same time. or i could head over to mira mesa and see everyone. maybe not. but i dont get off work until 8, translation i wont get off work til 9. ugh. nevermind. im a bumbling idiot right now.
shit it's raining. its hot. and humid. and its raining on my beautiful waxed car. damnit. leaving all of its acid rain residue on my finish. crap. oh well... the paint feels rough. needs watersanding.
geeeeez... i must be the most boring person in the world right now.


7.1.01
at least i got something done. washed, polished, and waxed my car. took a while, but it was done. and i watched Scary Movie like twice today. did you know that they went to "B.A. Corpse High School"? and if you play No Doubt's Return of Saturn all the way to the end, there's a bonus track included on track 14. you just have to wait about a minute until the song is over until they start playing an instrumental version of "Too Late." its an awesome track. itll put you right to sleep with no problems.
tomorrow i think ill do something productive after work. maybe remove a layer of dust from my room. or clean my windows. or wash the pooh bear's car seats. (speaking of pooh bear, i scraped up enough moolah for the innercooler just in time for his bday! YEY!) but knowing me, ill probably end up rolling the coins in my piggy bank. or making banners or something... but most likely something unproductive.
i came home at 11ish from a store meeting tonight. we have new hires coming in this week and we get to be guides and trainers. thatll be fun. itll take me back to the good ol ROTC days. YECH. oh yeah.. and a certain little immature bitch was finally singled out about her customer-stealing, no-tact havin ways. that's what she deserves. actually, she deserves to be fired, but im not gonna get into that. she's too fake buddy buddy with management. brown-nosing fat ass. ugh. i hate her because she thinks she has a valid excuse for hating me. *hello! being a good person and doing my job correctly does not validate as an excuse to be hated on* sucka.

July 1, 2001

SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!! im so bored im about to kill myself. it's a beeeaaauuutiful sunday afternoon and im stuck at home because my little bro is sick. damnit. i could be out shopping. or chillins in the park. or at del mar. or at some barbeque. SOMETHING! good lord. i cant even have visitors because they might get infected by some bacteria thats floating around in my house. arrghh!!!!!
i could use this time to catch up on some reading. or maybe catch up on some cleaning. or do some exercising. but i would SO rather be doing other things. something entertaining. well maybe if my television in my room was functioning i would clean my room. but that's not gonna happen. or maybe if i had some motivation to clean it (i.e. friends coming over, money, etc. etc.) then i would. but.. no luck there either. i guess ill just sit in front of my computer and try to find something entertaining on the internet. FAT CHANCE! everyone else is off dilly dallying outside having a wonderful time.
damn. i think ill just wash my car.