Carpool Confessions

It really isn't like Taxicab Confessions on USA or anything, but still somewhat intersting. Man I thought I had a bucket, but for real you should see some of these whips that bring me from one side of the bay to the other. Generally speaking, its pretty straight-forward. I’d hop into a car, earbuds still on, give a nod, take a seat and proceed like ?uestlove, Black Thought and sometimes Malik B. Then I get dropped off around Fremont Street and walk it out to work, which is probably a brisk 7 minute walk.

Last week though there was this one dude who had a 2 door truck. If you’re waiting first, you usually get shotgun. But this dude’s passenger seat couldn’t slide forward, and since there was a chick waiting after me, I volunteered to climb in back of this truck that was probably older than me. Damn if it wasn’t for my supreme agility, I could’ve pulled a muscle or something getting back there. Homie had to superman [crank that!] his car to get it started too. Did I say it didn’t have any operable seat belts in the back too? For real it even appeared that dude even lived in his truck for awhile.

Then there’s the one chick who I’ve rode with that’s a nonstop chatterbox. You think the earbuds would give the hint, but she just talks louder! So she’s in marketing and parks for free downtown and it currently planning her wedding and blah blah blahzay – danger!

Then there was this dude who’s car smelled straight up like a Peet's. He had a mug of coffee, which is normal you think, but he literally had a MUG OF COFFEE, like one you’d have at your desk. Not then stainless steel ones that conveniently fit into the cup holders that have a cover. Nope this dude was balancing this on his e-brake and such. You could see stains of coffee all over that area, so you’d think he’d learn to upgrade yeah? [cicely I think I told you this before haha]

Once I almost rode in an Escalade EXT, which is something I’ve always wanted to roll in. So usually if there’s people waiting, drivers can take 3 other people. I was the 3rd person in line, but homie didn’t want to take another passenger! “Sorry man, I can only take 2” – I’m like damn homie, you can take like 6 other folks! Then the next car that pulled up was a VW Bug driven by a fat chick =(.

Then there was this one older dude, who straight wanted to give us curb side service, like drop us off in front of our work. The first dude got off just at the same intersection, but I was like cool I’m down. He looked kinda creepy, so I was a lil more alert than usual and my fists were clenched just in case. So I kept my eye on dude since I was in the back, but he did bring me to my building haha.

Then there’s this one car who has like 2 baby seats in the back of her Corolla, and I gotta hella skinnify myself. It feels like bondage since I’m so restrained, not like I know how that feels though.

Sometimes too there are some couples, and you straight up feel like third wheel because they’re all holding hands and crap. 2 hands on the wheel yo!

And there are cars that don’t listen to anything at all…like straight up silence like we’re in a mobile library.

Then there are the passengers, like the dude who’s on his phone constantly - I just put my volume louder for real. Then some dude falls asleep for like a 15 minute ride and starts snoring. Then another person who has like 5 bags with him. Then there’s that cute chick who doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, dang snob haha. So that’s all that come to mind right now.
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It Feels Good

Word to Tony Toni Tone, but here are 25 simple joys in life from my vantage point that come to mind:

- Taking off a sweaty shirt, since you just did something physical
- Putting on clothes straight out of the dryer
- Hearing a song you haven’t heard in days and being able to recite most of the words
- Paying off a credit card bill
- Busting a nut, preferably with a chick around
- Having a crush on someone *wink*
- Making a girl laugh, preferably the one you have a crush on
- Walking around downtown on a sunny day, since you might get an eye cavity from all the eye candy
- Hanging out with friends that you just know will be your lifetime homies [637!]
- Seeing my lil nephews all innocent and my brothers morphing into parents
- Un-DSing a brand new pair of kicks
- Eating Mitchell’s Ice Cream, moreso the mango flavor
- Being recognized for your work from your seniors
- Thinking about senior year at Santa Barbara
- Coming home to a clean place after taking off for the weekend
- Going to Mom & Dads knowing that there’s always food there
- Pouring your soul into something and having the support for it
- Seeing that I have comments for the blogs I write
- Touching someone emotionally
- Touching someone physically too, but in a caressing way
- Sinking a long putt
- Feeling the sun, since your outside not getting shackled by your desk
- Dropping a clean deuce
- Finding money in your pocket of something you haven’t worn in months
- Getting a haircut

Really I could come up with a list of 25 more, but I’ll leave it as a perfect square. My confession list also numbered 25. I mean I was born on 2/25 for a reason. For those who like fun with numbers, the square root of 25 is 5 and I’m the 5th born and the 5th son and I got 5 on it.
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Mad Magazines

As I was cleaning up all the paper in my condo, I concluded that I subscribe to a few too many mags. Plus this is an idea I tossed to Ant about another Ploomy piece. I do have a couple rules though, which are no weekly publications and no subcriptions over $20 haha [so double whammy for The Economist and US Weekly, although I used to receive the latter at an old apt since the prior tenant didn’t change her address, and totally kept up with it.] So I’m tryna pare down my subscriptions or just let them run out. A quick gloss over my coffee table shows the following:

1. Complex Mag – This is the one mag I can read from cover to cover [literally, since it has 2 covers]. And its bi-monthly, so I can be on top of it. But there’s a reason its listed first, since it epitomizes the freshness in me. Sure I can hate on things in there, but overall its probably my fav mag out there.

2. Details – Out of all these types of mags, this one is my favorite. Maybe because I’m reading articles instead of essays, and because their fashion advice is generally on point. I learned you should really just look at the pics [no homo] without looking at the details [no pun] regarding the prices, since when you see a $600 sweater it might be a turn off.

3. GQ – This one probably makes the most loot considering the amount of ads it has. I don’t really like it when the ToC is like 100 pages into the mag feel me? Their style is a little more uppity, their pieces are generally less interesting, and their whole vibe is more snooty than the others. Plus they need to rename it GM, since that ish hasn’t been quarterly since forever.

4. Esquire – They don’t focus on fashion as much as the above 2 do, but they do have some interesting tips and advice. This is geared more so for the man’s man rather than the metrosexual man’s man, as evidenced by their lists of ish guys should do.

5. Maxim – I can’t lie, I still read this rag even though I’m not in college anymore. Ever since that Jennifer Love Hewitt cover back in ‘99 though I was hooked like bait, which is probably my 2nd favorite cover of all time. [After Kristin Kreuks’s Arena one in case you’re wondering about the first, which contained my favorite KK pic of all time!]

6. SLAM – Yes this is the mag that I’ve probably been reading the longest, ever since that LJ cover back in ’94 at _____ while waiting for the autobus [that name currently escapes me, no thanks to Al and Ant]. True I probably matured too much as a hoops fan while they pretty much stayed the same. But with the advent of the internet, I can get better basketball dialogue at the touch of my fingertips. But it’s the one mag I can’t seem to cancel.

7. Golf Magazine – I don’t even remember subscribing to this, it just been showing up in my mailbox. And I’m a golf nut, so nuff said.

8. Golf Digest – 2 golf mags Reeg? Yeah, but I didn’t even pay for the above mentioned one. This is probably the most official one since Man Crush #1 is a regular contributor.

9. Blender – I need some sort of music mag, and since other music outweighed hip-hop ever since after graduation, I figured I’ll get a mag to reflect that. So no The Source or XXL here. But this mag is pretty cool, since its pretty thorough and gives equal love to most genres. And their reviews are fairly unbiased.

10. Conde Nast Portfolio – This is a mag I read on BART so I can stunt about my business game. I mean its subtitle is Business Intelligence afterall. But for real, that’s not the primary reason I read it [secondary yes]. I’m just tryna elevate my business knowledge, and they have great recurring columns and feature articles about everything related to a successful business.

RIP to FHM [well the USA version anyway], Stuff, Hoop, 4080, Rap Pages and Cargo publications.
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What's Yo Destiny?

I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
- “Last Call” by Man-Crush #2

At first I used to think that whatever happens is based on fate. Like you go through certain phases and meet certain people for particular reasons and fulfillments. If you start sailing, your destination is supposed to be where you end up. But most of us are in control of our own destiny. We have to steer our own ship rather than let it take its course. Like was Michael Jordan’s destiny to become the greatest? Nope – he worked his ass off to get to that point. Same with Warren Buffett – I’m sure he worked mad hard to accumulate all his wealth. Like Will Smith’s character in Pursuit of Happyness, adversity can face you smack dab boom upside your head, but its how you respond that will determine your ultimate destiny while revealing your true character. You achieve your goals not based on your fate, but moreso your desire and your aspiration. I still believe in fate though, its just that we have a bigger role in it. Don’t wait for your dreams to come true, you just gotta be bout it bout it. Follow them. If you change nothing, nothing will change. Like the homie Jimmy V says, “don’t ever give up.” Just be sure to enjoy the ride on the journey.
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New Entry to the Top 25

You know how your iPod's have the 25 most played songs? Well folks the ReegPod has a new entry! The first time I heard "I Heard Em Say" I was loving it [2nd reference in a week, I swear I listen to more songs], and the first time I heard "Nothing Lasts Forever" i loved it more. I hope my hip-hop card doesn't get pulled after admitting I prefer the latter over the former. Its a song that I need to listen to at least 3 times, so its like a Pringles song. You just can't hear it once. Good thing in only clocks in a little over 3 minutes.

If they was another person in the group, they could've been Maroon 6, and could wear the Maroon VI Jordans. How apropos.

I wish they made an actual video for this though.

"Nothing Lasts Forever" - Maroon 5

Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

A bed that's warm with memories
Can heal us temporarily
The misbehaving only makes
The ditch between us so damn deep

Built a wall around my heart
I’ll never let it fall apart
But strangely I wish secretly
It would fall down while I'm asleep

If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you, babe

Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way

Tough we have not hit the ground
It doesn't mean we're not still falling,
Oh I want so bad to pick you up
But you're still too reluctant to accept my help
What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame
But until then the fact remains


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I’m Not a Player I just Man Crush a Lot

Because I’m too secure in my sexuality, I’m able to drop this list. So these dudes I admire for their talents, stables, abilities and everything non-physical, so no Brad, Becks or TI here. This list tends to fluctuate month to month, but this is how it stands as I compose this.

1. Tiger Woods – If you didn’t think this dude would be on the list, then you really don’t know me. Dude is the most viscious golfer to ever play the game and probably one of the most mentally toughest dudes ever.

2. Kanye West – If I had a fraction of the swagger this dude has, it would be game over. But homie pours his soul into his music, both lyrically and sonically, and epitomizes dedication and perserverance. If you overlook his arrogance, he serves as an inspiration. I might name my first born Kanye.

3. Ne-Yo – This guy would be like Ichiro of the music world, since he makes hit after hit. I definitely can resonate with his subject matter and a lot of his songs pretty much convey my current state of mind. If he wasn’t on certain songs, I would hate them [Bust it Baby Pt II], but instead I straight **heart** them. No joke I have about 15 favorite Ne-Yo songs, and dude barely released two albums. He’s just a smooth fothermucker.

4. Justin Timberlake – Slander me all you want, but this guy reigns supreme. I mean of course I first disliked him after his cornrows era, but once he went solo he catapulted to another stratosphere. Who else can host the ESPY’s and the MTV Movie Awards with equal success and aplomb? Plus he plays golf. And this doesn’t even take into account the Jessica Biel factor, so he’s just not the token white guy on the list.

5. Clark Kent – Not the DJ, but the Superman. He's selfless and realizes his destiny, which is something that I need to find out. What really is my reason of being? I know we all have a purpose here, and I'm still searching.
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From Run Club to Breakfast Club

A reegcap of the weekend:

- I don’t even know why I play poker still. I came in 11th place out of 11 people on Friday. But its cool, the next tournament is around the corner!
- Nice talking to you Tricia!
- Where was Dan?
- No matter how many times I watch Old School [it was on thrice on Friday], its still mad funny.
- I don’t know how I woke up on Saturday morning. Most likely it was due to the alarm
- Thanks Alan for coming to run, I never should’ve doubted you.
- At Mickey D’s: A Sausage Egg McMuffin = $3, A Sausage McMuffin = $1. Man at them Vietnamese restaurants an extra egg is only like $1 more. Oh yeah if you ever are constipated, a large Iced Coffee is instant poop.
- AMC Kabuki is now known as Sundance. I haven’t seen a flick here in about 10 years, and wow its pretty fresh. It has a balcony bar that leads to auditorium, and since its 21 and over, you can drink in there. And I did, but next time I gotta be sure I piss before watching a 165 minute movie. Since we starting drinking I swear I had to go during the opening credits, which kinda took away from the joy of the movie.
- But all good, since The Dark Knight was mad fresh. Time to go IMAX now though haha
- So from that movie going experience to the opposite end, as we ended up watching The Breakfast Club at Dolores Park lying on the ground amongst a throng of people. And I probably caught like 15 minutes of the actual flick since I was just seeing stars.
- Thanks Mark for driving, as your stick skills are never in doubt.
- I was kinda on one though. My mind has been working overtime and I needed to be at ease, so thanks Roland haha.
- A Super Al Pastor burrito at midnight isn’t really good for my diet. And I pounded that ish. But for real, I haven’t ordered my burrito super in a super long time. The beast in me just came out.
- I went to church on Sunday morning too, asking God to listen to me. Don’t ask me about the gospel and homily though. And I think I was still on one though.
- Buffalo meat is official for real. Its like 1/5 of the fat and calories and is way leaner than beef, and it tastes just as good. I wouldn’t have known the difference. So go to Bulls Head in West Portal yall.
- Note to self: don’t chow down too much if you have a football game afterward
- Took another L to Glory Days. Damn we gotta improve as a team.
- The 3 point contest round record holder at the Cage = yours truly. Step up and get defeated. But I also was last in the Free Throw contest, word to Bruce Bowen.
- Jake’s Steaks was pretty good though afterwards. No whiz though, since that only happens in the bathroom for me.
- Gerard has nice furniture.
- And finally back home and I still haven’t unpacked from my LA trip =(
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Reason Season or a Lifetime

Remember before all the spam [no Hormel], while signing on a telnet screen, the only emails we got were prefaced with FWD:? Wait - was that just me?? Anyway we all laughed, smiled, contemplated, and either deleted or forwarded on. There was one email that I've always liked. So I googled this FWD: [yes, googling a forward = lame], and it still resonates today:

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON. It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are!

They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.

Then people come into your life for a SEASON. Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
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The Truth Hurts



Ahh like words in the dictionary, I got double meanings. For the non-ballerholics, “The Truth” is Paul Pierce’s nickname. And he turned adversity into triumph. Did you realize that he was a champion in their eyes. Yes I did! [okay last Kanye reference of the day.]

When there's smoke there is fire, so pack your extinguishers.
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Bittersweet

Bittersweet
You're gonna be the death of me
I don't want you, but I need you
I love you, hate you at the very same time

Bittersweet
See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad
Never did this before, that's what the virgin says
We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says
God talk to me now, this is an emergency

- “Bittersweet” by Kanye West featuring John Mayer

But for real, this I played this song on repeat going to Americana last night, and I played it on repeat going home. Technically I also played “Never Let Me Down” once, since I don’t wanna lie either. But for some reason if you’ve never heard this song before, do yourself a favor and ppplease listen to it. And at first I was pissed it wasn’t on the regular edition of Graduation but I can see his reasons. I mean I’ve listened to the teaser for YEARS until the official version came out. And it might be my fav Mr. West song [well along with “Never Let Me Down” and “I Heard em Say”]. Here’s some amateur youtubeage of it, which is cool since there’s no censoring, actually without KW and JM, which is fine since they already are ubitiquious, sorry sentence structure police. Watch it!


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Dancing Machines

**Spoiler Alert**

So after foodie last night, Jeff, Alan and myself frantically headed back to witness the final 5. And I can't say I'm cool with the outcome. Supreme Soul got Chris Daughtry’ed last night for real. While we’re on the subject, Fanny Pack would be Clay Aiken [obviously], and SoReal Cru would be Jasmine Trias and Carmela Whats-Her-Face. That leaves us with the Boogie Bots, who would probably be Blake the beatboxer, just look at the consonance. And then Super Cr3w would be hmmm….i guess they’d be Carrie Underwood, Katharine McPhee and Kelly Clarkson?

But honestly, the 2 best crews didn’t deserve to be there dancing for their lives, and I’m agreeing with Lil Mama without the New Era. My theory is people are regional. So when they see their hood in flashing lights they'll vote for them regardless. Maybe the show shouldn't promote that too much, since the dancers do enough of that anyway. SS and SC are from the smallest metropolitan areas [SF, LV vs. LA, HOU, and DC], so they didn’t get the love via voting. And people expect them to do well, so maybe they vote elsewhere. And these are cities vs. regions yall. All good though, and I wish I can return as a b-boy in my next lifetime. A straight b-boy for the record. Who gets mad play.

Shoe of the show: Air Jordan IV Laser white/red/black

Damn I think my comparisons are on point though haha.
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Concentration & Repetition

Learning how to shoot Free Throws is basically concentration and repetition [did yall see Justin at the Espy's? Ish was mad funny.] Learning to make putts is also concentration and repetition. Doing weights is literally concentration and repetition. Freakin’ my accounting work is concentration and repetition. So tryna get my mind right also should be concentration and repetition. Concentrate and Repeat Reegsta.
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As Much as I...

“All things ain't what they seem
You'll get washed, even if you're way too clean” – “All Things” by Hiero

As much as I stunt, floss and get dipped, I’m still susceptible to getting washed. As much as I think I’m unbreakable like a Bruce and Samuel flick, I can easily cave in. As much as I try to be cognizant of my surroundings, I can get blindslided. As much as I wish for change, I’m scared that change won’t happen. As much as I pray to the Man above, I’m afraid he ain’t hearing me. As much as I put forth my efforts, I’m not sure they’ll affect anything. As much as I run, I hope I’m running toward my destination rather than away from it. As much as I hear things, I need to build on the positive and learn from the negative. As much as I parallel myself to Superman, I found my kryptonite. As much as I want something, I must handle with care. As much as I believe, my thoughts are starting to waver. As much as I like to be in control, the issues are out of my grasp. As much as I bug out, I’m thinking of using bug repellant. As much as I dream, I’m hanging by a moment, hoping to climb back up.
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These are my Confessions:

- I haven’t cleaned my belly button in about 3 months
- I clear out my browsing history on my own laptop
- I eat stuff that I don’t know how long has been in my fridge…I just warm it up a little longer
- I have about 50 pairs of brand new sneakers that I’ll never wear, but I’m lazy to sell them
- I wait til poop hits the fan, because cleaning up poop regardless if its sprayed or not is the same to me
- I sometimes use words I don’t know the definition of
- I have some regrets, even though I try to abide by the ‘no regrets’ mantra
- I actually care how other people perceive Reegsta
- I talk in the 3rd person sometimes
- I have people on my buddy list that I don’t even know
- I can’t check my email at work, but I still refresh the yahoo frontpage so I can see the preview pane
- I haven’t ironed a shirt in about 2 months
- I download music still
- I won an auction for a golf club but didn’t pay for it, and I despise when that happens to me
- I pluck my nosehairs with 2 fingers even though I have a nosehair trimmer
- When I run or play sports, I still have some gas in the tank afterward
- My favorite dress shirts are all pink-based
- I think out a lot, but act out on a little
- I cut my fingernails with a toenail clipper, and get upset when they don’t have a nice curve
- If I leave streaks at my work toilet, I don’t try to reflush
- In a conversation or dialogue, I always want the last word
- I want to get into a fight even if I get a butt-whooping
- I wear sneakers with my work clothes when I walk around downtown
- I gas, break and dip into my savings more than I should
- I envy some of my friends for different reasons
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The new Mr. and Mrs. Tan

Quick blog about the weekend:

- flew on Virgin America but didn’t even mess with their entertainment console…wasn’t in the right frame of mind
- our intermediate car happened to be an electric blue PT Cruiser, and I said forget all insurance for the first time
- had to pick up my tuxedo in Burbank, but ended up in East LA somehow
- rehearsal was supposed to start at 4p, but we got there at 450p. good thing they started at 430p haha. And I really think groomsmen don’t do anything really, since all I did was walk down the aisle and stand up. I was just hoping I didn’t fall into the pool
- rehearsal and Kini’s birthday dinner was at Saddle Ranch, and since even the groom’s moms rode the mechanical bull, I had to also. And I got a bruise the size of a football [no joke] just south of my left butt cheek. Ish still hurts, which kinda effected my hoops game too damn
- kicking it with the Tan’s and Ledford’s is pretty fun. I mean I’ve done it before, its just been awhile. And thanks for your talks Mrs. Tan [not Kini] and Mrs. Ledford…yall have good children, and I was glad to be part of the family-only ceremony
- Beverly Center pretty much seems the same as I last remember it…No Bow Wow, Taye Diggs or Vince Carter sightings this time around though
- I thought I was gonna drop the lechon after helping transport it from the car, and to think I didn’t even have any during the reception
- I didn’t even try on my tux when I picked it up, so thankfully it fit
- Damn I left my hair wax in Nick’s room…and it was new too dammit
- So the ceremony is supposed to start at 5p, and true to form, the bride was about 30 min late
- It was worth it though – the bride looked beautiful as well as the bridesmaids. The groomsmen were pimps obviously. And Eric looked like a Chinese Rapper with his white tux, red tie and Mirage by his side
- The actual ceremony was lovely and beautiful. They pretty much cut out all the excess stuff involved, just declared their love for each other, and were married. Eric even addressed each person in the attendance individually, and it still lasted around 30 min.
- I asked him the day before if he was gonna cry, and he couldn’t promise me he couldn’t. but he did a great job composing himself up there. ‘I love you like a fat kid loves cake’ – not really a 50 fan but that line always gets me.
- Thanks for the mention in your speech Kini – I’m always looking for words to rhyme with my name
- Dope song by Mike, who’s Eric’s future bro-in-law. He’s a good guy too.
- Jen’s husband is pretty dope too, and I’m glad I ain’t the only guy to watch TMZ.
- Good luck with the t-shirt line Jen Boogie, or Jenesis, or however you like to be called now.
- The entourage took all their pics around the hotel, so no need to go anywhere, which was great due to the horrendeous traffic down there
- Geraldine did a wonderful job helping out with the layout and everything else the couple needed, although she thinks she didn’t do much
- Open bar from the opening til the end = FTW
- Its always great to see old folks from the back in the day from my socal days, so thanks for coming out. And I’m sure E&K thank you more
- Honestly one of the best weddings I’ve been to, so I was glad to be a part of it. Just to see the adoration they had for each other, and being there when they met, for it to culminate into marital bliss was a beautiful thing
- Roscoe’s hit the spot a little too good on Sunday mornin’, so thanks Cha for treating us
- Note to self: if you spend $4 on Vitamin Water at the airport, be sure to finish it
- Here’s another perspective their photographer, along with some pics: http://blog.jsrphotography.com/
- See you again Southern Cali in 5 weeks
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Rec League?

So our hoops season concluded on Sunday with an L in the semi-finals after a double-header. I tried to jump on an earlier flight to make the first game, and did, but of course it was delayed so I’m missed it. First off my prayers are with Mike that he recovers from his broken jaw and has successful surgery. Gerrard too, you still look good with them stitches over your eyelid. Here’s how crazy it was – when we brought Man G to the hospital, we saw players from the prior game also waiting for their homie who broke his arm in the first game. Damn Jeff you should’ve came this wknd instead of last, your services would’ve been appreciated. Although I felt like I didn’t want to participate in this league anymore, how Sunday’s events happened made me want to rethink that. For the record, G and Mike got injured on the same play – a play that both dove for the loose ball and collided. As a teammate, you appreciate guys sacrificing and going all out for the team. Thankfully those guys run on our football team too.
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TGIT

Since this cat has a three day weekend upcoming! Anyway I’m headed down to the bad part of the state for Eric and Kini’s wedding. Time really does fly. If you peeped the website I linked and peep the pics of the other guests, you might see more than you want of yours truly. No but for real, they’re 2 of my dearest friends so I’m glad to be part of it. Man I just hope I find some time to head over for Roscoes, even if its for breakfast haha. There’s some things I miss about LA, primarily the people, but I don’t miss it really. So I don’t know what Baron Davis and now Kelenna Azuibukake are thinking.

Hopefully I’ma have pics next week! I’ma see if I can sustain my posting.

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What Type of Pickup Basketball Player are you?, courtesy of Reegsta X Ploomy

I was inspired to write this after a foodie conversation, so I hope you ballers out there can resonate with it!

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I'm in the mood for dim sum, but I'm always in the mood for dim sum. So here's a lil something from the archives:

I’m bout to set if off for 0-8, yeah I know I’m 2 and a half weeks late
But nothing stuck like gum, until I thought about dim sum
Whether from a menu or from a cart, we can eat that a la carte
It don’t matter, I’m getting served up like Napolean Bonaparte

Eyes light up as the girls go around
I myself want to push a cart myself and pound
Get my sauce ready, part hot sauce and soy sauce
Afterwards don’t forget to floss

Its nice, I’m Asian and don’t even need rice
Screw that beef kung pao, I want some Hargow
What part of the poultry is elite? Try the chicken feet
Don’t know what I like more, a b-ball or a shrimp ball

Oh my? Do I see some shu mai?
I like them both the fried and steamed type
I forgot to mention I like the tripe
I don’t need any bling, but I need some type of dumpling

Shout outs to Yank Sing and the Dim Sum King
Can’t forget about TC Pastry in DC, they price cheaply
And the Flower Lounge in Millbrae, just don’t go on a weekday
And any place in Chinatown, I’m always down

Its dope because you never order too less or too much
Just order when you ate enough and such
You can have it for breakfast lunch or dinner
When you have it you’re always a winner

- aka Reeg the Dim Sum Fiend and member of the DSC taking applications anyone want dim sum later?

I'm out 5K.
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The Constipated Blogger

Yeah I want to blog, but sometimes it just doesn’t come out. What’s the statute of limitations for a blogger? I’m not sure either. Well since Rolsuno started his, maybe that will rejuven8 me. I pretty much took an e-vacay in June, so none of my mindframe made it to words [well at least in a public domain]. Let’s see, here are some thoughts and bon mots:

- Stat of the Day: $70 Million in Lottery Ticket Winnings go unclaimed each year. Hmmm, what do they do with that excess cash then? And that's a whole lot of stupid people who buy tickets and don't claim them.

- I’m pretty stoked since I bought new sticks, which would be my first new irons in ten years. Maybe that’s why I’ve plateaued as a golfer? Or maybe because I haven’t been playing consistently? Or maybe because I’m past my prime? But anyways, I don’t have any excuses now if I play poorly, except maybe these clubs require a break-in period. You might be like "damn $600 for some irons?" but I did get free shipping. Haha but no for real, I received a 25% rebate using http://search.live.com, and a 10% coupon for using Paypal, so I got a brand new set for less than $400, when I was budgeting $500 for a used one, when a new one retails for $850. Dang I'm fiscally smart.

- Or did I just buy them for retail therapy? Hmmm…

- Is it still considered a major if Eldrick isn't teeing up?

- So the other day I took BART, and this dude was wearing a face mask [like what you wear when you saw wood] and had a paper towel between his head and the cushion. Either dude is the biggest germaphobe or there’s another SARS epidemic coming.

- Gilbert apparently loves it in Manila. How come I’m not surprised? Shoot, if I just signed a $111M contract, I'd love it anywhere, even Milwaukee. Pretty funny story about RJ's trade at the end. And yet again Manny meets a baller.

- Album on repeat: Keane’s “Hopes & Fears” – the album title pretty much sums up my current state of mind. I thought I was the only cat to like this group, but I read in Blender that Kanye is a fan of them, so that kinda validated the group haha [not that someone has to like them in order for me to, I'm just sayin']

- My boy Starbury got the side of his dome inked up. Not the he officially has gone off his rocker, since that happened awhile ago, but the similarities to Iron Mike Tyson are eerily similar. Child prodigies, both from Brooklyn, and both either hated or loved. Worse yet, he got the logo of his Steve & Barry’s shoes, who just filed for bankruptcy protection. Damn his timing is always off. And now that I’m thinking about it, he has his old logo from his And-1 days somewhere on his body. And I have them kicks somewhere in my closet.

- So I was listening to the New Edition station on Pandora, and “A Song for Mama” comes on by Boyz II Men. As its playing, my sister sends me an email saying that my grandma, who we refer to as Mama, has been diagnosed with cancer, so please say a lil prayer for her.

- Specialty's cookies are pretty good.

- Lastly another batch of camping pictures, courtesy of Roland.
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I'm Campin', I'm cold cold Campin'

Props if you recognize that old Public Enemy song. So for the second time in my life, I went camping. 16 of us and 2 beasts rolled up to the redneck woods of Ukiah, Cali. It was good to get away from everything but not really get away from everything.

- went fishing for the first time and surprisingly didn’t catch anything. Shout out to DK for the lessons though and for being the only person to catch something
- FYI when setting up a tent, try to use a flat surface as much as possible, otherwise you’ll keep sliding down
- you don’t want to sleep at the base when 4 people are above you
- if you share a tent with snorers, make sure you’re the first to fall asleep
- be careful where you leave your underwear after you change [sorry Al]
- catchphrase: the music edition definitely needs to double check their “hip-hop” entries
- I’d be the man at Pit if I knew the rules better
- thanks to all the cooks and dishwashers
- “none of yall are really Filipino because none of you have kids” – Dennis Kwan
- Nick even brought a yo-yo for his ¼ cultural pride
- it’s 10x harder to freestyle than keystyle, but Alan’s frees sound just like his keys haha
- if you misplace your keys, its best to check your pockets first
- damn Jeff Kingsbury be working out
- we established our next Bay to Breaker theme: the rise of the Dwendes
- 12 year old whiskey isn’t really a camp appropriate beverage
- i really need to learn how to swim
- the only way I know how to drink a beer is to shotgun it. Congrats to Man G for being the champ. And he’ll serenade you afterwards.
- note to self: don’t bring any kicks you care about to camping
- Dan came with us camping? Haha jp. Thanks for fulfilling your wordcount obligation each day
- stuff I didn’t end up using: an extra tent, a mister, half my clothes, sunblock and a phone charger
- phrase of the weekend: “Since you’re already up, can you _____?” damn we’re a bunch of lazy camp-goers
- drunk Jeff L > sober Jeff L [you can tell from the pictures]
- Another camping tidbit: don’t throw away fresh new batteries
- “These are my heart songs!!” I went to sleep and this song was playing, then I woke up countless miles later and it was still playing.
- it felt pretty good coming to the City shirtless in 60 degree weather

Just like at NT how a thread is useless without pics, a post is useless with them, so here you go, courtesy of Miss Lam:


And if Roland and Michelle ever open up an account, we'll see theirs also.
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