halloween has been good to me....

Halloween is one of my fave holidays.  I don't have to do anything but dress cute or funny and party the whole weekend.  My holiday weedkend was sort of messed up due to relationship issues (story of my life), and the fact that small costumes = less body warmth = getting sick.  So technically I only did something on Friday, and that event was job related.  Luckily, I work for my father, so I got to invite my girls and family had flown in.  That still did not prevent me from having to work unfortunately.  My dad and his firm decided to throw a 1920's party for their clients.  It was a very long night, but it was worth it.  A successful event with everyone leaving very happy, full, and buzzed just enough.  It wasn't until the end of the night that I got to finally mingle and dance with my friends and family.  I was put to work making sure the DJ arrived, the food was restocked, and the guests were being checked in.  Very cute I must say.

Saturday was just more family time, a bestie's bf's birthday party (45 minutes in total), and driving around Hollywood to see how insanely creative some people are.  Eventful, yet also very short lived.  And Sunday was my relax and do absolutely NOTHING day. So overall, it was a very chill weekend.  I got cute pictures out of it.  That's all I care about.

the B-Word...beezy...biyatch...puta...

The infamous "B" word, oh how I love it, and it's usage. When it's coming from me or any other female that is. Males on the other hand, I don't appreciate most of the times "bitch" comes out of their mouth. I understand it's very hypocritical to say considering that most females over use the word "bitch" and they usually use it very casually and always to each other. The difference is that when it comes from a man, it tends to be more demeaning. I mean, I can call a female a bitch, and if she called me one back, we are even. I threw a word out that was just as hurtful as hers. But when guys use the word bitch, there is no word that is really equivalent for a guy. No word is that demeaning or offensive. Girls are stuck with not only bitch, but the even worse C WORD. It is only fair that these words only be used by women since there is no word that is of equally hurtful status for a guy. I have never, still never, and will never let a man call me that and get away with it. All those guys who have decided to stoop low enough to call me a bitch are no longer apart of my life. I just don't handle being called a bitch by a guy very well. Girls are whatever, call me what you want because I'll throw bows if you are out of line. Anywho, this is why I COMPLETELY do not understand how some girls are okay with their guys calling them "their bitch." REALLY? You honestly think a guy that calls you his bitch has any kind of respect for you whatsoever? I know guys that call their girls bitches, and all I can do is laugh, because basically they do it so they can brag about it. Them calling you a bitch is like when girls call the guy they are dating their sponsor to all her girlfriends so she can brag how he buys her whatever and whenever. Hmm, maybe Sponsor is demeaning enough.... just not vulgar enough I suppose. Look, I think it is funny overall, but you better believe it will never be me getting called someone's bitch. Bitches be trippin!

don't hate the player, hate that he doesn't care....

This weekend I learned a very important lesson.  A lesson which I would have thought to be so damn obvious considering how realistically I live my life.  I was having Buffalo Wild Wings with my Maryn, and our friend (whom I won't name just to be safe).  He was talking to us about his girlfriends and his chicks on the side.  I told him that he isn't married and boys will be boys so if he's gonna cheat, wrap that ish up and DON'T GET CAUGHT.  Because honestly, the majority of men cheat, and what women don't know won't hurt them.  And sex is just sex unless you make it something more.  He responded by saying that he honestly could care less if he got caught.  I asked him how could he not care?  Wouldn't it bug him that he hurt his girl?  Wouldn't it hurt him if it was the other way around and she was the one sleeping around? He calmly, with much confidence said, "Well, I don't care.  I feel bad that she cares so much, but I just don't care.  IF YOU DON'T CARE, YOU'LL NEVER GET PLAYED."  Woah.  Did that just happen?  I had a reality check in exactly .2 of a second.  If I stop caring, then I'll never get played.  Easier said than done for a boy because they don't have feelings in the first place.  Us ladies have feelings that we must KILL to not care.  I can definitely kill off my feelings, especially if it means I won't get hurt.  It's just crazy to think that men have that advantage of not having those feelings in the first place.  But I can definitely function without feelings.  It actually is how I prefer things.  It makes so that I never have to worry about anyone but myself.  The only problem with not having feelings is that you never know what to do when feelings arise, so you tend to come off as bitchy instead.  Anywho, that was a very smart statement from that boy.  Lately, I have been running into guys that are saying some of the smartest things I have ever heard!  It's official.  I gotta stay thinking like a dude to stay on top.  Today, I stop caring.  And I won't care until there is a nice little rock on my left hand. Yea buddy.

guys "toot and boot"..... girls "creep"....

Of course, all I hear anytime I am in the car now is the song "toot it and boot it."  I think is it beyond hilarious.  I love the song, and the concept.  My only question is, why does it only apply to the guys?? And don't sit here and tell me  "yea, girls can do it too" because that is an effing lie.  A group of dude friends tried to tell me that same thing.  They claimed that technically, if a girl wanted to go and bone a dude they met at a club, they could definitely get that done without lookin bad.  Now, I am not saying that it is impossible or that it doesn't get done of course.  I am merely pointing out that a girl definitely can toot and boot, but not publicly and not without lookin horrible.  When guys toot and boot, they get to brag about it, tell people.  Well see, us girls, we can't do that.  That would make us sluts in the eyes of others if you know what I mean.  It is horrible that guys can walk around bragging about all the girls they get to use and abuse, yet, if girls use and abuse, we are "ho'in around".  How double standard is that??  A lot of guys claim that that is not how a girl is seen after she toots and boots, but honestly fellas, if you met a girl and she was braggin about her tootin, the very FIRST thing that would go through your head is "Man what an effin HOE."  That is why girls should be smart about their tootin.  Keep it all on the DL.  If you are gonna toot and boot and you are a woman, technically your are deciding to "Creep" like TLC said back in the 90's.  Let the men sit and brag about tootin and bootin ........ girls got their own ways of fighting that double standard.

Wiz Khalifa - Ink My Whole Body

Wiz Khalifa said it best. "Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherf*ck." That is exactly how I feel inside at the moment. It could slightly have to do with the fact that my baby Maryn is FINALLY here in LA to visit. She made me fall in love with Wiz Khalifa and every time I think of her this song or "Still Blazin" plays in my head. I could say I'm a tad bit of a tattoo fan, considering that I have three and all. Mine are all no bigger than a half dollar, and for the most part, I can keep them hidden. I will get one more and then I will be done. I'm not a huge fan of being super tatted. Nothing to an excess is ever cute. But maybe if I become rich and famous I'll ink my whole body... because I won't give a mother eff......and I'll get a whole sleeve done..... with Maryn of course!

loves lost, loves gone......

So I was listening to my baby Drake on my Ipod, and he was singing to me that "loves lost loves gone". What does that mean? I'd have to say that he is talking about the fact that love is so hard to find now-a-days, that it basically doesn't exist anymore. Amen to that Drake. I mean I don't want to be a bitter bitch or anything, and I do honestly love whomever and whenever I am in a relationship, but I don't believe that old school love exists anymore.  Men don't love like they used to, chivalry has disappeared completely.  No more opening doors, flowers just because only come in the first few months, phone conversations are shortened by texting, and not to mention that a lot of guys EXPECT to be spoiled rather than doing the spoiling.  And because of these turn of events, women have decided to play a man's game.  We have decided to build up walls that we refuse to let down.  Women now do things no one would suspect them to do: cheat, lie, have a dude on the side, toot it and boot it, etc.  NOT SAYING THAT'S ME OR ANYONE I KNOW, lol. I'm just saying it helps protect them from getting a broken heart.   I know a lot of women who are beyond tired of not being treated how they deserve to be treated.  But guys don't get me wrong, if you are dating a bitch or a hoe, she deserves to be treated like a bitch or a hoe.  A real woman that wants to be loved will love her man unconditionally until he proves her otherwise.  If she is a smart and confident woman, she will trust her man always, therefore there will be no drama.  But give us girls any reason to believe we are unappreciated... well your basically asking for us to turn into that crazy girl your friends tell you to drop.  I think that women have become these vicious ass creatures because of the men in the world who are ungrateful and take advantage of the good girls they come across.  If you come across a girl and you DON'T want to date her, be upfront, just tell her.  A girl that keeps it one hundred will simply make a choice wether or not to ditch the guy or to eff it and get it in.  That same girl will also know when that's all that it is.  Men obviously underestimate how vicious we think, they underestimate the fact that if you are straight forward, most of the time, you will avoid the drama.  Guys, if you come across wifey material, don't let her go.  But if she isn't the one, don't pretend, be upfront! Maybe then love can exist again..... Love can have a meaning instead of being something no one believes in anymore.

and the weekend came and went.....

It was a semi eventful weekend. It started on Thursday this week, with a night at Dimples in Burbank for my high school friend's birthday.  It's a karaoke bar which isn't really my fancy because, although I am Filipino, I don't have the balls to sing for an audience.  Even with liquor in me.  But just FYI,  I am highly upset that I don't own my own karaoke machine, you know for private use.  

Friday started off with a HUMUNGO strawberry margarita, including four patron silver shots. Can anyone say YUM?  Of course, the girls and I each had one of our own.  Since we started early, we were going to end pretty early.  Luckily, team Ger-Mal (Gerald and Jamaal) came through, and with very little convincing, had T and I extend the night for some Kress time.  I wasn't in much of a drinking or dancing mood, so I spent my time at the club sitting and people watching (my ultimate favorite pass time).  It was a very good people watching night, I saw a pretty much naked go-go dancer wearing only panties and pasties, two drunk girls being carried out, and a guy in the VIP next to us trip on a step and slam his face into the table.  I love drunk watching.  

Saturday I got to see my BEAUTIFUL niece.  She is the prettiest baby I have ever seen, so pretty in fact that I am scared to have kids of my own because I WILL know if he or she is not cute enough.  To finish off the night, a small group of friends and I headed to Happy Endings to... , well to have a happy ending DUH.  Unfortunately, the night there began with me finding my bestie there after she had completely bailed on me that night.  Ouch right?  Whateves I'm very used to it by now.  It only bugged me because she ditched me to take her Italian family out, and invited a WHOLE other group of friends to go and introduce them to, but completely failed to invite her best friends in that circle. Luckily for me, I have chosen to completely ignore it.  That way it won't hurt my feelings.  Instead, I'll just face the facts, we are no longer important since her boyfriend has arrived. The only good thing that came out of that night is that some drunk guy stepped on my toe, and proceeded to lift my leg up and kiss the toe part of my boot repeatedly. 

Sunday of course, was family day.  I was with mom all day looking for a costume for dad's 1920's party.  Let me just say, I am not a ho, but DAMN, this dress is mighty small and mighty revealing.  It's a work party so I'm definitely going to have to make some adjustments.

Overall, eventful and satisfying.

California Gays Music Video To Katy Perry California Gurls Parody

By far, my favorite video of the week..... thanks to my neighbor kevin for bragging about his ex boy toy!!

Case of the Ex...

Randomly, this week has been a total case of the ex boyfriends.  And NOT just my own ex.  I have just noticed that I still obtain my relationships with ex's that aren't even mine.  I do in fact have a friend relationship with my own ex.  We are honestly friends.  And to tell you the truth, yea, I know we dated for 5 years, yea I know it was a tad bit serious for such a young age, and yea I understand how awkward it may seem to outsiders, but I have no problem with it.  Especially because I see him now and can't even remember that he was my boyfriend at one point in my life.  I don't know if that is how it is for other people, because really, I don't know many people that continue a relationship with their ex beyond that couples point.  Like one of my besties for example,  she maintains a relationship with her ex boy toys to a certain extent.  Usually when she is single, she has no problem being friends with past boyfriends.  Talking, hanging out, and nothing more.  Yet, at the time of a new relationship, any relations with past boyfriends are depleted. Now the question is why?  Is it that women shouldn't be friends with their ex?  Should men?  I honestly have no problem with it.  Even being in a relationship, I would never mind my significant other having an ex as a friend, AS LONG as it was in a respectful manor.  If it is apparent that there are still mixed emotions involved, then of course HELL to the NO to that option.  Otherwise, grow up, it is possible.  I asked a duo of dudes yesterday if they minded their girlfriends having their ex boyfriends as friends.  Surprisingly, they agreed with me.  They said that if you trust the person you are dating, you should trust their judgement in deciding with whom they are friends with.  Honestly, the MOST mature statement from any men I have heard in a while.  Of course these are the same men that create a combined name for themselves and constantly feel the need to use it publicly. But that is besides the point.  All I am saying is that if you have no more feelings, and you both get along what's the issue?  Stop being so insecure people. 

Girlfriends....

It's super hilarious to me that I literally have THREE girlfriends that I can honestly count on. Out of the tons of women in my life, there are only a few that I know will be there when I need them. AND one is my mother!! Is that usual? I mean, I totally understand that friends come and go, I understand that women are vicious ass creatures making relationships with them difficult, and I also understand that people have their own lives to worry about. But I'm just saying, what the eff happened to girl power? How about girl's night out? Don't get me wrong, I pretty much like hanging out with guys better anyways. Less emotionally difficult to handle, less butt hurt about the hilarious yet bitchy comments I make, and I am always the prettiest. LOL! Just kidding. No, but really I would love to have more ladies in my life. It's sad that when my father finally let's me invite friends to his Halloween bash, I only have dude friends. Can anyone say cockfest? I am refusing to let my dad's party result in such a catastrophe. So in other words, where are all my bitches at?

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Insomnia takes over...

Annoyingly, I can't sleep. Thoughts are running around in my head about life and what comes next. I know I am not a failure in life or anything, I mean I am twenty-effin-three and I am a college graduate. My only problem is I do not know exactly where I want to go next.... Law school? Grad school? Start a business? Marry an athlete? Okay the last one was a joke, relax. I am not a gold digger. I just feel like I could give so much more to the world, but unfortunately, I do not know how, or when, or why, or where to start.  I feel like everyone is moving forward besides me. SO, I think I am going to officially and publicly decide that I am going to do it ALL. That way, at my 10 year high school reunion, which is ONLY 5 years away by the way, I may not be anywhere super solid, but I will have experience and depth to my conversation.  I will have stories and new languages to share. Yea, I think that sort of measures nicely to a full on career.....  I don't think it's awful that I have no real destination in my so called life, I just don't appreciate the pressure from my pops and society I guess.  I'm still young, I'm not married, I haven't spit out any babies. I don't need to know exactly where I'm going just yet... :)

To blog or not to blog, that is the question....

Why blog? For what? Or better yet, for whom?  Honestly, I don't really care for anything enough to blog about it in particular nor does it matter to me who reads what I blog. Therefore, I will blog just because and on whatever I damn right feel like blogging about.  Not to mention, I will blog for me, and only me.  If you'd like to read or comment, please feel free to. If you think I'm not made for this then find something to better to do with your extra time than analyze my blog. Other than that, I am excited to freely speak on it.  "It" being...... anything really.  So get ready, because I'm ready.