Crap - gotta get a gift for mom... and I have a dinner-meeting with Carrie and Gina for our August vacation. I need a vacation. I need to buy something. *argh* Life is just one big, fat dilemma. AHAAH! But it's a FUN dilemma, so BRING IT. Eyes are getting heavy... heavy... h-e-a-v-y... zzzzzzz...
*AHEM* To mah gurl, MARZ... I KNOW yo' ass needs to quit bein' a NASTY GURL. EMM-HMM. Don't be trife, boo. LOL... (like i should talk, rite? ahah...) You, too, ASHANTI. (ahahah)
And this doesn't just happen with Burberry. It happens with all those other labels: Kate Spade, Prada (esp. Prada), Gucci, and LV...among others. Here are just a few pointers to distinguish a "fake" from a relatively "real" product ---
BURBERRY If there is ANY patent-leather on it, it's fake; if the label is written out as "Burberrys," then it's fake; if you bought that shit in some random "we sell all" store OR off the street - then have mercy on yourself: IT'S F*CKING FAKE!
PRADA OKAY - usually, ALL real Prada prodcuts will have it's metal-logo backed with a leather post of sorts. Those bags that you see on the streets that just have the Prada triangle on it, withOUT the leather backing, are FAKE. And just because Prada makes those nylon bags - don't go out and buy the imitation. The leather and metals used on the real ones weigh heavier than those of the fake ones. Just don't do it, esp. all you Japanese tourists.
LV OK---just look at the damn print and make sure you see and "L" and a "V." If your ass is seein' a "W," then you're obviously screwed.
I can go on and on... and it doesn't just stop with the high-end stuff. Even Coach and Calvin Klein has its share of fakes... BEWARE. BEfuckingWARE!
OK - if you want to be "cool" and sport something, do NOT go out and pick-up something that's fake. Straight-up. If you can't afford the $800 Prada jacket, or the $200 Burberry muffler, or the $350 Fendi clutch --- then DON'T GET IT. And PLEASE don't go out and get the cheap imitations either. Cheap imitations are exactly that: CHEAP IMITATIONS. And that, my friends, can reflect on you. If you need to take it down a few notches, then go and buy yourself a DKNY or GUESS? version of whatever trend it is you're trying to sport. At least you'll be keeping it REAL (in more ways than one...). I think you get respected, and you're accepted as "cooler," if you can hold your own without appearing to TRY TOO HARD. Sport what you can sport. Shoot, if it's from Target - then wear that Target shirt with confidence. Don't go rompin' around like that Target shirt is Tommy Hilfiger, because it ISN'T (not that Tommy Hil has anything interesting to sport anyway... LOL). Or if it's from Banana Republic, sport that shit like it's Banana and not Bottega Venetta. I swear. Some people. *ArGhHh!*
I cannot believe I just went into that whole lecture. I was actually really distraught by the sight of that dude in the Burberry pants, and I just wanted to rag on it for a while... but I guess there were OTHER plans for me. LOL! Hopefully, I was able to help SOMEone today. LOL.
Lemme say really quick... AMERICAN IDOL was pretty whack last night. For the most part Ruben was pretty consistent, but he's starting to get boring. Clay sang his first song aight, but his second song? Ummm, turn everything into a ballad now why don't you. His facial expressions are so yuck. And he's definitely NOT a performer. Great voice, poor performance quotient. Kimberley was OK. She wasn't so strong with her first song, and her second song was fine until she started to hit that high note at the end. Ummm, she is NO Beyonce so she better quit. Josh - OK, so he didn't sound too bad last night. He put his country twang on and he did his thing... BUT his facial expressions when he sings? What's that all about? It looks like he's in pain, and it's ugly. Stop it, Josh. STOP.
I finally see my doctor this afternoon. Let's just hope it's nothing serious.
Cinco de Mayo was pretty uneventful. Marz came over and we headed over to Champps at Pentagon Row. It was chill, though. I took her to dinner as a very belated b-day thang, and we got to catch-up on a LOT of things ---namely the incessant DRAMA that plagues our lives. It was good. We had our laughs, as usual. And we had our serious discussions...long overdue. Afterwards we went to the mall. You know they're opening a XXI in place of the movie theaters? XXI is the big Forever 21 store. Get it? Forever 21 - XXI. Ahahaha! It's one of those Korean-owned cheap stores for women. The only reason I know this is cause my neice used to work for XXI in L.A., and she told me the whole deal. The company also has a store that caters to a men's line. ANYway. Marz and I did a quick walk-through of the mall. Actually we only went into French Connection and GAP (and Nordstrom, sort of).
Speaking of French, I was thinking about their "FCUK" logo all morning... I guess that's what morning traffic can do to you. LOL. Obviously we all know what the "FCUK" is trying to connote here, and I think it's funny as hell. But I was thinking, now that Pentagon is carrying that store, wouldn't it be questionable with all the teeny-boppers that go to that metro-accessible mall? All these little kids will be sportin' the FCUK tees like they did those annoying BeBe and A|X tees that were cool back when I was in high school. Thing is, the whole "FCUK" thing is a bit much. I had this idea in my head that there will be some self-righteous mom and/or dad out there who will find the shirts an outrage to their child's well-being and upbringing. Then they'd have the schools put a ban on the FCUK label and all that ish. LOL. It's funny, but I don't think it's pretty far-fetched. I personally like the logo, a LOT. Not cause I'm a horny-ass or anything, but just cause it's very much a STATEMENT. Though I'm still clueless as to what that statement actually is, it definitely still is a statement. And I'm all about making statements. Could you imagine having bouncers at French Conn.? Like having people go into the store ONLY if they're 18 and up?! LOL. You can reach me at the club, mama...
So now that the mall has brought in Benetton and FCUK, and soon - XXI, all they need now is an H&M to make my world go 'round. That, and a Club Monaco. AHAHAAH...FCUK THAT iSH.
Then I woke-up to the shuffling of the dog's little feet running down the hall past my room. Leave it to Bubby to wake mah ass up. But I had to, anyway. I made it to the office at a decent time, and thank goodness there wasn't much of traffic. SCORE! A traffic-less Monday is like Christmas. I'm so serious. But today was more like some other lame holiday, like Presidents' Day, cause it's all cold and overcast. Semi-blower.
I'm ready to go home. I've been here for less than an hour. What's the big deal about work, anyway? How come America is so bent-up about having us work a 5-day week? Or why can't we be like Europe and have a phat vacation option? It's all a mystery to me. America makes us work just to survive and be "comfy," yet everyone outside the U.S. thinks we're just a bunch of spoiled-ass brats being spoon-fed by a quasi-intelligent president. Now that I think about it, America and Americans are some of the most-disliked people in the world. HOW SAD. But I can see why. Like, you know Americans are just flat-out OBNOXIOUS. It's always the Americans who are drunk off their asses and being straight-up DUMB when they're gallavanting the streets of say Paris, Florence, Berlin, or even Hong Kong and Manila. It's the whole Manifest Destiny thing. America is such a hot-bed for SPOILEDness. MYSELF included. I remember the last time I was in the Philippines almost 5 years ago. I was pretty much OK for most of it, but I flipped-out at the DUMB airport the day of our departure. I was just all up in arms about how "non-ethical" their security measures were since I had to go through 5 gazillion checkpoints where they ALL did the same damn thing to all my bags and personal items. Then they don't allow you to check-in your flight early so that you can go romp around the place. Instead, you have to wait until like an hour before your flight before you can check-in. Stupid. Then there's a bunch of other dumb rules and regulations. I just remember getting pissed, and screaming at the top of my lungs about how "stupid this airport is!" Then I even lashed out against these two Filipinas working there, "You think that this place is a world-class airport?! More like LOW-class!" I was livid, and I let anyone have it. I felt bad afterwards, but I didn't care. EH. That was the rude-American in me. LOL. But other than that, America is cool. AHAHAHAHA! Yeah, funny hearing that from me after I just went off about how dumb we can be outside our borders. But it's true. Americans can be the dumbest, myself included. But I tend to think that those of us who are a little more "cultured" tend to be a bit more appreciative of others, and other experiences, and blah-blah-blah. You know what I mean. But I'm getting a headache thinking about all this, and it's becoming an entirely different subject so I'll just shut-up now.
So yeah. The wedding = WOW. I just can't even put it into words how much I enjoyed it. I just freakin' enjoyed it. It totally had "ARLENE" written all over it. LOL. Well, I know it went down exactly how she/Mike wanted it, and that's how it should be.
Mike and Arl are two of my VERY good friends from college, and I was privileged to see their relationship grow from its humble beginnings. I still remember that one drunken night at Taryn Constanza's (now salinas!) apartment building during one of our collating sessions for FIND '98 (ahhhhhh - FIND '98!! *sigh*). DRUNK-ass ARL asks DRUNK-ass WEN, "so what do you think of Mike?" I'm like, "Mike who? Munoz?!" (like i didn't already know... LOL) Then I went into this whole DRUNKEN-speech about how Mike is such a good guy, and that he seems to be this/that/this-way/that-way. It was TOTAL buzkill at the time, which was a GOOD thing, cause I remember that ish up till now. She listed 3 points about "what's good about Mike..." NO wait. Arl didn't say "points," but she used the word "PLUSes." Three pluses. LOL OMG, Arl - I cannot believe that I remember that! The next thing you know, we're all continuing the DRUNK-fest at Andrea's place AFTER the conference (omg, how can i ever forget pam, rj, rondy... ME! ON VIDEO! EMBARRASSING!), and then Mike and Arl are all in each other's FACE - smoochin' and stuff. LAWD. That was the start of the "official" hook-up, I believe. AHAHAH. How can we ever forget Dre's apartment? 319. AHAHAAH! But anyway. So yeah, Mike and Arl had one of the most PERFECT relationships - perfect in MY eyes. I know there's probably no such thing as a "perfect" relationship, but all I know is that they didn't have much drama to begin with...nothing worth carrying-on as baggage anyway. And I admired (still admire) that about them 100%. It was inevitable that they'd get married, and today - or yesterday - was THE day. I'm am just SO happy for them. I don't even know what else to say. I don't even know if there is anything else to say at ALL.
SO. Yeah. Mike and Arl. First of all, they're good people who come from very good families. I don't know much of their families (aside from mae and jason, and amy's cool Long Island accent), but you can just tell from Mike and Arl themselves. Secondly, they're both just extremely thoughtful. And third, though not finally, they're both like another bro/sister to me...it's like I'll not see these foolz for like months, but the moment we do see each other again, we just pick-up from where we left off. Yah. That's my personal tribute to Mike and Arlene... Love you guys! *SNiFf* AHAHAH...
Some interesting things to note about today:
ARL - Carrie and I both agree that Arl made an amazing bride. She was flawless today (whatever, arl is always flawless... *BORING* just kidding, arl). And, like I said earlier, this wedding had "ARLENE" written all over it: organized, timely, classy, GREAT. Now that's my Registration Co-Chair. GO FIND '98. (i'm digressing. i know.)
MIKE - I've never seen my boy ANY more happier than he was today. And this guy is a major cheeseball. OMG. Yes, Michael Jay - Wendel Jay says that you are a major CHEESEBALL. Mike was singing to Arl as they did their first dance. CHEESE-ASS! But it's a good cheesy, Mike, so don't trip. LOL. My boy was hizapppppeeee today.
LISA - OK, I haven't seen this beeyatch in ages, and today was a great place to see her. Lisa looks very GOOD. Michigan is totally good to her, and so is her new fiance apparently. Congrats to the two of them, btw!
ABBY - SO, Carrie and I have decided to give Abz the award for "Best-Dressed Secondary Sponsor @ The RAAGAS/MUNOZ WEDDING." Seriously. Go ahead, Abby! Abby looks really good. Apparently, the Bay Area is doing her well, too. So good to see her.
SINGING KIDS - OHMYLANTA. These kids. Amazing. I know that I can be the biggest Simon-esque critic when it comes to singing (i guess that just comes with the territory), and when I heard these kids sing "The Prayer," I was DUMBFOUNDED. Dude. I couldn't even eat anymore because I was getting chills. UNBELIEVABLE! I can't wait to see these kids' names in LIGHTS.
AMY'S/JASON'S TOASTS - PERFECT.
PATRICK - Perfect emcee!
I am just in awe right now. I still can't get over how awesome their wedding was. I'm really-really happy for them. Congratz, you two... *wink*
All in all, GREAT day. Got up early and went to the Shrine for Confession. I had a hard time listening to the priest through his very thick Italian accent, but it worked out. Afterwards, I stopped by Target and ended up picking-up (among other things) the American Idol Season 2 CD. It's aight. I sweat the tracks recorded by Trenyce and Clay Aiken. Yes, call me a DORK. I am a freakin' AI fan. You know you are, too. Afterwards, I went home to get ready for the wedding... went to the ceremony, and didn't stumble on my words too much during the Responsorial Psalm - ahahah! After that, we had time to kill so we ended up going to Firefly for a drink and appetizers... very SWANKY place, I like it LOTS. Then went to the reception and had an amazing time. Even met two katz from Arl's side - David and Simonette. They were very cool kids - and we had stories to exchange right off the bat. Just feel bad cause we didn't get a chance to say good-bye. We were half-way up the 14th St. Bridge before we realized it. Gosh we're so damn rude... AHAHAH! Good people, good people. And I also met Vince, who knows Nina from my College Park days. SMALL WORLD.
It was a good day. Great wedding. What more can I say? Oh, and the reunion with all the old faces? PRICELESS. It's so good to see how everyone is, and to hear how everyone is doing. We get so busy with our own lives these days that sometimes I guess we just don't have the time to "hang" like we used to. But it's all good. We all know what we mean to each other, and that's the important thing. Which means, I'ma be up at Mike/Arl's place sometime soon just sitting back and talking about how good the wedding was... ahahhah! You think I'm joking, eh?
But anyway, I'm sleepy. I'm tired. It's a good tired, tho. NOTE TO SELF: Wen needs to get his ass to bed...LOL. HaPpY DaY... HaPpY DaY... I need a smoke.
I'm pissed-off, cause I wanted to hang out with the gang... But I got my dizzy spells again. I don't know why - it's like when I was all-of-a-sudden around all those people I started to feel clausterphobic, and then I started to feel dizzy all over again. I think I might have vertigo. That, or I have some trife disorder. I don't know... It's beginning to scare me, so I'll def have to consult my physician. But in the meantime, I just wanna be able to have fun at the wedding tomorrow. It's Mike and Arl's day - and I wanna be there for my friends.
And I wanna be back to my old drinking self again! PLEASE!! OH PLEASE!! TAKE ME THERE, I WANNA BE THERE! TAKE ME THERE, LET'S GO THERE!
OK - I'm fine now :P
(Watching ZOOLANDER... *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-snore*)
So to back-track... I was TRYING to wish my gurl, Marizelle Salazar aka "Stank Betch," a very happy birthday... *smile, marz!* She turned ancient this past Tuesday, April 29th. But it's all good, cause we both agreed that age ain't nuttin' but a numba. So BUMP that forreal. Yeah, that was my deal... that was what I was trying to put forth on this page, but Geocities wouldn't let me. SO YO' ASSES BETTA LET THIS ISH SAVE NOW!!
Another travesty? AMERICAN IDOL. I shouldn't even trip, cause I knew something STUPID like thit would happen, and I don't even wanna get into it. All I have to say is that AMERICA is FREAKIN' STUPID. OK - so America totally blasts President Bush for this dumb war issue, and then America disses the Dixie Chics for raggin' on Pres. Bush... but then America goes on and puts TWO GREAT SINGERS, Ruben & Trenyce, in the bottom two - and let's go of Trenyce. I'm sorry, but after watching that I am CONVINCED that voting-America is STUUUUPID. DUMB. IDIOTIC. RASH. Anyone in their right mind would've voted off JOSH. And we all know why; I shouldn't even have to reiterate WHY, but I'm going to just because:
#1 he's ugly
#2 he can't sing
#3 he can't dress
#4 he looks DUMB when he's singing
#5 he KNOWS that he should've gone home before TRENYCE
AMERICA, I am ashamed of YOU. I am ashamed that you put Josh in the middle of four GREAT contenders for the #1 spot on American Idol! Gosh, what a Nikki McKibbin.
Anyway. My friends get married tomorrow...YaHoO! I'm finally feeling a LOT better than I have been all week. No more drinking my ass silly, then passing out, and then NOT going to the doctor. Don't worry, I still do plan to see my doctor - once this insurance ish is ready for me. HURRY THE FREAK UP!!
ONE MORE THING. I failed to post on 4/25 - which was a special day in the land of WEN. Miss Ashanti Quitania celebrated her b-day, too... she's the 3rd third of the WenMarzShant trio - and I BOW down to her in honor of her b-day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GHETTO B*TCH!! *MWWWWAAAAAAAAA*