I finally found the weekend where I could make it to a family party...outside of San Francisco. We went out to the Brentwood to my cousin's house out there. The houses are nice because they don't all look the same, maybe in color. The inside was carpeted and nicely trimmed with furniture.
As for the party, there was family that I thought would never go. But the favorite part of my family was EVERYONE. I can't live life without my family around me. They're great, and they'll never forget who you are. Obviously!
To my future significant other,
If you don't love my family, then I can't love you. I will treat you and your family as my own. From day one, my respect will not stop at you. I am a family man. Please respect that.
Love,
Joel Ramon
Monday, January 30, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
another Blah
Watching San Jose Sharks game. I've decided to blog during the 2nd Intermission. I'm really tired. I wait for the game to end so I can just knock out. This evening, I've decided to write on a topic that I've been pondering about for a while now. If you haven't seen Wedding Crashers, don't read the next paragraph...please.
There was the scene at the family's weekend home where it was the evening time already. When John Beckwith, played byOwen Wilson, is tossing and turning in his bedroom which is the same house that Claire Cleary, played by Rachel McAdams, grew up and lives in. Do you remember that scene? He exits his bedroom and walks down the hallway to her room, where he simply stops and goes back to his room. Next up, she goes to his door and lightly knocks on his door. Unfortunately, he doesn't hear.
Here's the relation...
In 2005, I've managed to be in this situation in all sorts. Last year, dating was the idea, nothing more. The first time just had me wanting and wishing for the unknown. At the time, she didn't know I had a crush on her. (I said 'crush') The second time actually wasn't that bad because I played video games with her brothers while she slept. They played, I knocked out. The third was just completely uncomfortable, so I worked out. All three times, I wanted to hold them. For those that don't know me, I'm a holder. I never used to be one, but I've realized that, as the guy, your arms are very important. They're protection, comfort, a surrounding from untold fears. With the urge to just lay myself next to these females, I stayed my ground in respect. An individual's room is possibly their sanctuary. An invite is the only way in, especially if I'm interested in one.
It's 2006 now. I've been single for more or less a year now. It's been a speedy year, ups and downs, and reconnected my friendships with old and new individuals. Nearly one month down, eleven to go.
note: I didn't know I'd write this much.
There was the scene at the family's weekend home where it was the evening time already. When John Beckwith, played byOwen Wilson, is tossing and turning in his bedroom which is the same house that Claire Cleary, played by Rachel McAdams, grew up and lives in. Do you remember that scene? He exits his bedroom and walks down the hallway to her room, where he simply stops and goes back to his room. Next up, she goes to his door and lightly knocks on his door. Unfortunately, he doesn't hear.
Here's the relation...
In 2005, I've managed to be in this situation in all sorts. Last year, dating was the idea, nothing more. The first time just had me wanting and wishing for the unknown. At the time, she didn't know I had a crush on her. (I said 'crush') The second time actually wasn't that bad because I played video games with her brothers while she slept. They played, I knocked out. The third was just completely uncomfortable, so I worked out. All three times, I wanted to hold them. For those that don't know me, I'm a holder. I never used to be one, but I've realized that, as the guy, your arms are very important. They're protection, comfort, a surrounding from untold fears. With the urge to just lay myself next to these females, I stayed my ground in respect. An individual's room is possibly their sanctuary. An invite is the only way in, especially if I'm interested in one.
It's 2006 now. I've been single for more or less a year now. It's been a speedy year, ups and downs, and reconnected my friendships with old and new individuals. Nearly one month down, eleven to go.
note: I didn't know I'd write this much.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Ducks Vs. Kings
Or maybe I should've put Warriors Vs. Clippers...
Another week of overnights began. Both my supervisor and I were completely exhausted. Unfortunately for him, he lost a filling, so he was out of it all day. Other than that, I woke up this morning and my voice was gone. My co-worker said that I party too hard. I told him that you can't party too hard, but too much. Even though two nights of indoor disco disco, it was one more than usual for me. This post seems pretty vague and pointless, plus it's a Monday.
The most exciting news would probably be about my new Scion. I planned on getting it mid-March. Now, the plan is mid-February or before. That's not the good news, I'll probably avoid finance charges and pay the full amount. Do I have that much money? Let's just say I won't be able to put gas in for a couple...decades. (joke lang...katawa) Woohoo!!!
note: it's about time.
Another week of overnights began. Both my supervisor and I were completely exhausted. Unfortunately for him, he lost a filling, so he was out of it all day. Other than that, I woke up this morning and my voice was gone. My co-worker said that I party too hard. I told him that you can't party too hard, but too much. Even though two nights of indoor disco disco, it was one more than usual for me. This post seems pretty vague and pointless, plus it's a Monday.
The most exciting news would probably be about my new Scion. I planned on getting it mid-March. Now, the plan is mid-February or before. That's not the good news, I'll probably avoid finance charges and pay the full amount. Do I have that much money? Let's just say I won't be able to put gas in for a couple...decades. (joke lang...katawa) Woohoo!!!
note: it's about time.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
The Italian Job
Another weekend down the drain, yet in the memory books.
Work went by more smoothly this past Friday, unlike the last. Fast foward to an unpredictable night, the B.M.P. boys and girl threw a party like no other. Three days of myspace promotion, opening doors 30 minutes late, and leaving the staffing to the club owner made the night even better. It would have been a lot easier and more profitable to just staff our own party, but oh well. The environment just seemed right when we started playing some old school slow jams, plus Michael Jackson, in the 21+ room...of course before the doors opened. Collared shirt night was not in affect. What happens when we, minus the dj's, don't need to staff, we drink. I admit that drinking is a part of my lifestyle. For what reasons, realizing that working that 40-hr. week needs some weekend relief. I don't really drink, I just buy one drink for one person and one for myself. I can't let someone drink by themself. My dance partner for the night was good company. I tried dancing with others, but she kept pulling me in. Who do you think I am, your boyfriend? Whatever. With "liquid courage" brewing through my system, I missed chance after chance. I guess, being shoulder to shoulder ain't the same as having...
For some reason, when dancing, I laugh when a girl turns around and forces me to dance with just her butt. In response, no thanks. But, when I get to smell her hair and the fragrance on her neck, that is well worth the dance. Back to the booty dancing. When they do that, what am I supposed to do...spank them. Ha! Dancing is just too much for me sometimes. Choreography is more my style. I'm finally letting my life open up.
To sum up Saturday, I was knocked out during the afternoon time at 620. I made my way to watch the Pacquaio/Morales fight. Before the fight, I attempted to make a dinner bet with Tediocarm. I took the even rounds. Round 10 was the closer. Manny Pacquaio is the "Hero of the Philippines". I would have won too. The moment Morales dropped for the SECOND time, the bunch of us were screaming and hi-fiving, and releasing our filipino pride. Cheering at that time probably accounted for my lost voice, plus a few others. By 10pm, we were on our way to Luna Lounge.
I finally got to buy the birthday girl a drink...and then some. Ha! As one says "good times". Good times should never be in one place, one time, only time. They're constant. You bring the times of good and bad to you everyday. I got my Loco Moco at Japantown Denny's, and then got home just in time to wake up for my store meeting.
Hopefully my last week at the San Francisco store. 3am-1130am this week. Plus, jury duty.
note: Talking is the basis of great friendship. Let's do this sometime.
Work went by more smoothly this past Friday, unlike the last. Fast foward to an unpredictable night, the B.M.P. boys and girl threw a party like no other. Three days of myspace promotion, opening doors 30 minutes late, and leaving the staffing to the club owner made the night even better. It would have been a lot easier and more profitable to just staff our own party, but oh well. The environment just seemed right when we started playing some old school slow jams, plus Michael Jackson, in the 21+ room...of course before the doors opened. Collared shirt night was not in affect. What happens when we, minus the dj's, don't need to staff, we drink. I admit that drinking is a part of my lifestyle. For what reasons, realizing that working that 40-hr. week needs some weekend relief. I don't really drink, I just buy one drink for one person and one for myself. I can't let someone drink by themself. My dance partner for the night was good company. I tried dancing with others, but she kept pulling me in. Who do you think I am, your boyfriend? Whatever. With "liquid courage" brewing through my system, I missed chance after chance. I guess, being shoulder to shoulder ain't the same as having...
For some reason, when dancing, I laugh when a girl turns around and forces me to dance with just her butt. In response, no thanks. But, when I get to smell her hair and the fragrance on her neck, that is well worth the dance. Back to the booty dancing. When they do that, what am I supposed to do...spank them. Ha! Dancing is just too much for me sometimes. Choreography is more my style. I'm finally letting my life open up.
To sum up Saturday, I was knocked out during the afternoon time at 620. I made my way to watch the Pacquaio/Morales fight. Before the fight, I attempted to make a dinner bet with Tediocarm. I took the even rounds. Round 10 was the closer. Manny Pacquaio is the "Hero of the Philippines". I would have won too. The moment Morales dropped for the SECOND time, the bunch of us were screaming and hi-fiving, and releasing our filipino pride. Cheering at that time probably accounted for my lost voice, plus a few others. By 10pm, we were on our way to Luna Lounge.
I finally got to buy the birthday girl a drink...and then some. Ha! As one says "good times". Good times should never be in one place, one time, only time. They're constant. You bring the times of good and bad to you everyday. I got my Loco Moco at Japantown Denny's, and then got home just in time to wake up for my store meeting.
Hopefully my last week at the San Francisco store. 3am-1130am this week. Plus, jury duty.
note: Talking is the basis of great friendship. Let's do this sometime.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Unpredictable Becomes Reality
I've fallen in love with you. Whenever we're apart, I see you and smile. You smile back at me and move your lips to the words "I miss you" or "I love you". There is no time to waste, only particular communication where life shouldn't have to wait. Take the dive, take the chance. And now look where I am...-sigh-
You make me happy. You make me want to pick up the phone and call you every minute. You make me want to get in my car and drive to you. I want to be close to you. You are the sun that rises my day. I love you.
You make me happy. You make me want to pick up the phone and call you every minute. You make me want to get in my car and drive to you. I want to be close to you. You are the sun that rises my day. I love you.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Hunger For None
Another Saturday night experience for the BMP boys. As support, one of our djs was summoned to spin for this bar & grille. Completely new place and people, we didn't blend very easily. Although, the crowd didn't seem to mind our presence, so some bought some bears and attempted to make the night more enjoyable. The energy was high, the guy to girl ratio was about even, the twenty-one and up crowd was much higher than that other crowd, the "kids". From the usual crowd, something was definitely missing. I guess you can call it racist, but the phrase "I want my asians back" echoed through our minds. That isn't racist...whatever. The music was like any other. But, when girls dance with themselves, and not just some, but all guys being spectators, there is definitely something wrong. Are they scared? Or, maybe they're just waiting for the main performer to show up. This is my thought. Just for the record, we were out of there by 11pm.
Who would ever known that a common sandwich (bread, mayo, cheese, and sliced meats) could turn the tides of hunger...plus a bag of chips and two half cups of Pepsi. It was definitely cheaper than going to Jack and paying $22 at the atm machine. Yes, $2 fee. My taste buds and appetite were satisfied with such a small, yet delicious ration. Threeve of us decided to walk the night towards the bars in San Jose. It was only set to redeem our whatever, knowing that we would still be attracted to the female species. (Joke only! Katawa...hahaha) As usual, I recognize nobody at the usual venues.
The time has come for a slight change. I've taken the precautions, the steps to progress, the interviews, and it seems that Josh.Gumbi will be heading BACK TO SAN JOSE. This adjustment will make it a lot easier on me and my gas. (Katawa...hahaha) Even if I decide to buy my first car,2006 Scion tC (Black Cherry Pearl) with Ipod installed deck, I won't be driving it. With the two options being put in front of me, my new manager had a lateral position and a promotional position. I have management skills, leadership skills, nunchuck skills (Katawa...hahaha) any type of skills that involve almost anything. Never thought I'd find myself moving up so fast in retail. Mostly technology retail. I've made a goal to possibly become a store manager, six digit salary. Yum.
note: Girls still suck...literally (Katawa...hahaha)
Who would ever known that a common sandwich (bread, mayo, cheese, and sliced meats) could turn the tides of hunger...plus a bag of chips and two half cups of Pepsi. It was definitely cheaper than going to Jack and paying $22 at the atm machine. Yes, $2 fee. My taste buds and appetite were satisfied with such a small, yet delicious ration. Threeve of us decided to walk the night towards the bars in San Jose. It was only set to redeem our whatever, knowing that we would still be attracted to the female species. (Joke only! Katawa...hahaha) As usual, I recognize nobody at the usual venues.
The time has come for a slight change. I've taken the precautions, the steps to progress, the interviews, and it seems that Josh.Gumbi will be heading BACK TO SAN JOSE. This adjustment will make it a lot easier on me and my gas. (Katawa...hahaha) Even if I decide to buy my first car,2006 Scion tC (Black Cherry Pearl) with Ipod installed deck, I won't be driving it. With the two options being put in front of me, my new manager had a lateral position and a promotional position. I have management skills, leadership skills, nunchuck skills (Katawa...hahaha) any type of skills that involve almost anything. Never thought I'd find myself moving up so fast in retail. Mostly technology retail. I've made a goal to possibly become a store manager, six digit salary. Yum.
note: Girls still suck...literally (Katawa...hahaha)
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Off Topic
I was going to write, but I'm lazy.
2006 - it's going ok.
Because I forgot what I did for New Year's '04 to '05, I'll remind myself what I did this year. Yay! Something to write...
Last Friday (12/30)
What did I do last Friday? I woke up at 130am to work my final graveyard shift of the year. I was finally relieved from work at 1130am to get ready to make my way to San Jose. While I packed, I decided to take a quick power nap that, instead of lasting 15 minutes, it reached an hour plus. So, by the time I left SF, it was a complete down pour, plus traffic on 101.
Around 5pm, I arrive at 620 S. Tenth Street. We didn't make our way to Northside until almost 6pm. I dressed up in black pants and barong tagalog. I entered the library to see the kids getting ready. One of the adings gave me a Christmas gift. She didn't believe that I appreciated the gift. I took my barong off and put on the shirt to prove that I accept the gift. Goodness!?
The night was very long. I was telling another ading that the candle bearers were standing up there for a good hour and a half. Gosh, sucks to be them! The dinner was good, yet I was starting to get really tired. You would too if you've been up since 130am and the time was already 9pm.
With the invite to Sofa Lounge, a couple of us made our way to the 21 and up venue. With two drinks down the esophagus, we listened to the righteous band, chatted with a few individuals, and walked in the rain toward Temple. Danced a little, attempted to get a drink (unsuccessful), and tried to redeem ourselves from the previous night.
That's the end of Friday. Did I mention that a short phone conversation with someone made me sleep a lot easier!
Last Saturday (12/31)
Shopping with the kids was the plan. The plan started off with three of us, ended with eight of us. We went to Valleyfair, a bunch of us bought something. I was able to return the gift favor to my ading by letting her choose her gift. It actually went like this:
"Buy this for me, Kuya."
I grabbed the shirt from her and paid for it. Luckily for me it was on a super sale.
I bought two more Star Wars Legos collection sets. Woohoo! We eventually got out of the mall by 5pm, and I drove the designated kids home. For the rest of the night, I spent the evening with Sassy Girl and family. Two memories from the evening had to be when Tita threw coins all over the floor when midnight hit. It was like a pinata and the candy spewing out. All you see our bodies on the ground picking up coins. The second is when we played Mario Party 7. I tell you, we could have been a little more competitive and definitely more communication. At least we didn't lose completely. Other than that, I enjoyed being close to you again. (Oh! Covering mouth)
Good night 2005! It was interesting, heart-breaking, emotional, fun-filled.
Last Sunday (01/01)
To be continued...Happy New Year!!!
2006 - it's going ok.
Because I forgot what I did for New Year's '04 to '05, I'll remind myself what I did this year. Yay! Something to write...
Last Friday (12/30)
What did I do last Friday? I woke up at 130am to work my final graveyard shift of the year. I was finally relieved from work at 1130am to get ready to make my way to San Jose. While I packed, I decided to take a quick power nap that, instead of lasting 15 minutes, it reached an hour plus. So, by the time I left SF, it was a complete down pour, plus traffic on 101.
Around 5pm, I arrive at 620 S. Tenth Street. We didn't make our way to Northside until almost 6pm. I dressed up in black pants and barong tagalog. I entered the library to see the kids getting ready. One of the adings gave me a Christmas gift. She didn't believe that I appreciated the gift. I took my barong off and put on the shirt to prove that I accept the gift. Goodness!?
The night was very long. I was telling another ading that the candle bearers were standing up there for a good hour and a half. Gosh, sucks to be them! The dinner was good, yet I was starting to get really tired. You would too if you've been up since 130am and the time was already 9pm.
With the invite to Sofa Lounge, a couple of us made our way to the 21 and up venue. With two drinks down the esophagus, we listened to the righteous band, chatted with a few individuals, and walked in the rain toward Temple. Danced a little, attempted to get a drink (unsuccessful), and tried to redeem ourselves from the previous night.
That's the end of Friday. Did I mention that a short phone conversation with someone made me sleep a lot easier!
Last Saturday (12/31)
Shopping with the kids was the plan. The plan started off with three of us, ended with eight of us. We went to Valleyfair, a bunch of us bought something. I was able to return the gift favor to my ading by letting her choose her gift. It actually went like this:
"Buy this for me, Kuya."
I grabbed the shirt from her and paid for it. Luckily for me it was on a super sale.
I bought two more Star Wars Legos collection sets. Woohoo! We eventually got out of the mall by 5pm, and I drove the designated kids home. For the rest of the night, I spent the evening with Sassy Girl and family. Two memories from the evening had to be when Tita threw coins all over the floor when midnight hit. It was like a pinata and the candy spewing out. All you see our bodies on the ground picking up coins. The second is when we played Mario Party 7. I tell you, we could have been a little more competitive and definitely more communication. At least we didn't lose completely. Other than that, I enjoyed being close to you again. (Oh! Covering mouth)
Good night 2005! It was interesting, heart-breaking, emotional, fun-filled.
Last Sunday (01/01)
To be continued...Happy New Year!!!
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