jeffrey + upstairsloft

        >>>06/26
- Jerome Eva & Ninette Bocalan Wedding

After today it all winds down as we conclude one of the most memorable summers to remember and
worthy to mention in future get-togethers.  The several visitors from
Philippines, the wedding in New Orleans and the countless people I haven’t seen
in months and years, the family parties & get-togethers are just a few of the
events that kicked off this summer.  We had visitors from Philippines (both
sides of the family), Chicago and Texas.  Missing in action = Hawaii
family.

        -Thursday – Get-together @ Abby’s &
Auntie Arlyn’s
        -Friday – Party @ Abby’s & Auntie
Arlyn’s after wedding
          rehearsal
        -Saturday – Kuya Jerome & Ninette’s
wedding
        -LATER Sunday – After party
get-together and farewell to
          visitors

After this is the biggest withdrawal from family events with which to come
face-to-face.  Even Kate had a blast.  My family is huge on my mom’s
side and I love them and they’re kind for taking in new members to the family
like Kate and Jhun.  Jhun was welcomed to each event and his presence is
more than familiar with my family.  Luckily I am blessed with two sides of
the family with the utmost compassion towards the "Family First" state-of-mind.

Nothing matters more to me than family.  What about Kate?  What about
my friends?  Well, Kate becomes closer and closer into the family as we
escalate our relationship day-to-day and Jhun is welcomed into this family like
a house-guest so it all comes into a merging factor.  Kate’s fmaily is also
kind and welcoming.  Jay, Paul and Kaye are also familiar faces into my
family and are even close friends with a few of my cousins.  Pics due soon. 
Good times. Good times.

I guess my parents didn’t know I was coming home today. I walked into Kyle’s room and he just stared then followed me when I went to mom and dad’s room. He looked shock. Anyhow, I knocked on the door and my mom answered “Kyle…did you take a shower?” She opened the door and she jumped. Then she cracked a huge smile on her face and went “Wowwww! My son is pogi again! Nice haircut mannnn” I startled mi ma.

I had my haircut by this real cool lady who reminded me of Joanne. She spent an hour. Not 10 minutes like…ahem…other places who endear time and neglect quality. From other haircut places, I just ASK to cut my hair even. Well, for now, I’m going back to cutting my own hair and prolly grow it out again when school starts.

Kaye is my friend. Her and Kate were having a conversation yesterday and I took it upon my liberty to lay down over her lap make my body limp. Kate replied, “Jefffffff! Get off Kaye! We’re talking” I replied, “I bet you Kaye didn’t even notice.” Kaye said, “Haha. I did. I’m just used to you.”

Are my antics getting old? Do you not find me adorable? Am I not like Nemo? Haha. You stupid girls! Pay attention to me!!!! ME! ME! ME! Otherwise (<— big word) I will poo on your lap.

Noooooooo! They changed the Disney channel lineup! Why meddle with these that are perfectly fine?! Why?! This is inhumane! Who cares about Bug Juice. Recess and Boy Meets World were perfect back-to-back. They totally messed up the midnight lineup. I hate you Disney Channel! You messed up my nightly routine!!!

Kate and I watched “The Terminal” on a late night whim. First off, when we were waiting in line to watch “Van Helsing” on the opening day, Kate and I were intrigued and impressed by the poster which advertises “The Terminal.” Instantly, I HAD TO WATCH IT.

A few days later Kate summarized the plot and I was more or less intrigued. Regardless of the plot I knew I had to watch it. The design of the poster and the type treatment for “The Terminal” was simple but brilliantly conceptualized. Plus, CATCH ME IF YOU CAN and Steven Spielberg/Tom Hanks all over again.

There is no deeper meaning, or at least I haven’t come to terms with why I love
this film but basically, I love this film. The overall
mood…theme…it’s just a feeling.  And I’d much rather prefer to keep it
at that.  There is no deeper meaning for me to disclose of why I love this
movie.

I like Harry Potter. Spider Man is a great film–Pirates of the Caribbean,
Bubble Boy, Oceans 11…etc etc.  My bio lists all my favorite movies but I LOVE this movie–the dynamics, the cast, theme, story, everything. It’s destiny to love this film. It had a well-designed poster. 
Dagnammit, it makes me happy. Haha.  For me, it’s up there with my
Serendipity & Godfathers.

        >>>"The Terminal"

Movie Poster

I Won’t Do ANYTHING for Money–
but I will put a knife through
your cheating husband’s neck

I read an article about money and
relationships and the writer’s state-of-mind was governed by the idea of "More
money…then more power to ya."  I felt like the writer, she, was directing
towards me.

When it’s implied through words or actions that the one who brings the bread
home for dinner has the most leverage in a relationship, there is so much
unnecessary pressure placed on the other party’s shoulders.  You know what? 
It doesn’t matter how much money you put into buying bread to bring home to the
table because even if I had a million fucking dollars I would still choose to
steal that measly piece of bread and bring it home onto the table.  God,
with so much fucking added pressure about who brings home the bills, don’t be
surprised if I’m killing people’s bosses, ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends,
cheating husbands, cheating wives and anybody else, for loads of cash. 
Don’t be surprised if I’m dealing drugs to 6th graders with generous
allowance-giving parents.  Because money matters that fucking much. 
And I refuse to sell myself; rather than selling myself, I’d sell drugs to your
kids and kill who you want me to kill.  I sell my service and my goods, not
my body.
    >(for those unable to
recognize literary devices, it’s called satire.)

Since late April my family, me and Kate have been out of routine lives because of mutilple Philippine visitors and whatnot. When Mike Mike left last Tuesday, Abby and Charlton stayed over. The week before that, Kuya Mike stayed over. We haven’t had a regular week in Sac since mid-May. So now what? Withdrawal.

We’re going through family withdrawal. This Saturday is 1 more wedding and lots of people will be in town. After that, it’s back to regular life. How bland. I will miss these days. I forgot what a routine in Sac feels like. And when I have to get back to it, it will be like moving here ALL OVER AGAIN. It really does feel like Summer now that I think of it–always busy and no time for a daily routine chill. It’s all good. I have 3 years of that to endure.

Here are some pics from another family trip to San Francisco.  Pics include
family members and some nice shots of Frisco landmarks (as usual).  But as
I like to believe, the Golden Gate bridge has infinite angles of which to view;
thus it’s remarkableness.

        >>>06/13/04
- San Francisco

Charlton and I bought a pair of nice basketballs @ Wal Mart and we (including Kate and Abby). Kate and Abby rode bikes. 
Charlton and I played ball.

We played each other twice, played a 3 on 3 and a full-court 5 on 5.  My
team spanked Charlton during the 3 on 3.  During the 5 on 5, I
scored 4/6 field goals, had 1 block, several rebounds and a load of assists. 
All my points were inside shots under the basket.  BUT WAIT! There’s a
twist!

We were playing black dudes!  I mean, 2 of them were 6′3", one dude was And
1, and luckily this Asian guy (on my team) handled the ball with "skillz" nikkuh. 
Me…you can call me OrOne.  I weaved the ball through several of
arms and hands to hit the basket; nothing but inside shots like ShaqFu. 
But one of the black dudes was dunking over our asses.  He had 5 dunks. 
This one dude was faking my teammates out.  I guarded Charlton so it looked
like I was playing good Defense.  The Asian guy handled the ball and didn’t
let the loudmouth And1 guy to intimidate him.

Basically it was And 1, KaDunk ka Dunk, and Frisco (who was on my team for the 3
on 3) vs.  The Other Tall Black Dude, The Asian Guy and Me who put up
points.

I took myself out the game for some loud-mouth Latino dude (I say that because
he was all talk and lavished himself with fancy dribbling but he didn’t do a
damn thing) to play because my feet felt tore up.  Kate and Abby arrived at
the scene and I showed them my feet.  Turns out I have a blister larger
than a quarter and another one a tad larger than a dime on my right pinky toe.

aLL I GoTs TuH SaYz iZ I pLaYeD BaLL wId bLacK FoLk.  Sholla (shorty holla).

We found ourselves laughing our asses off at a little joke I made about flatchested 22-year olds. I have no idea what was so funny about it but Abigail and I couldn’t open our damn refreshments. Kate had to. The joke was outta nowhere, after 50 First Dates concluded: “Ay. You know what would be funny? Flat chested 22-year olds.” You had to have been there. I hate your hair anyways.