Sunday, June 29, 2003

Latin craze...

Okay, I've been so lazy to blog lately. I still am, but I wanted to see what JP was talkin' about in his blog about the new Blogger interface for posting. :-P

Let's see what I wanna blog about... Well, last night, me, Tara, and Belinda hit up a Latin club and had a good time. I met this dude from the internet there and his friend. It's weird cuz rarely do I care to meet people offline, and especially in such short time. I scarcely knew a thing about this guy. Barely could tell what he looked like from the pic he sent me. But in one of the pics, he had a nice chest. :) Anyways, luckily, he was attractive in person. And so was his friend. Dude is Panamanian from Panama. And his father is actually Indian/Malaysian. I was sweatin' like crazy. But I guess I also just sweat easily anyways. Yuck. It was fun overall. But tell me why dude tried to kiss me when we were all sayin' good-bye. Had to turn my head. Sheesh. Movin' kinda quick there, don'tcha think? :-P

And why can't some guys not take a hint? Or two or three? When we had left the club and were walking, this guy tries to talk to me. He asked if I had a minute. I was like, no. He asked me my name. I'm like, why you wanna know? He said something about me being cute or having a nice smile or whatever. I'm not giving him my undivided attention. I'm steady walkin' with Belinda and Tara and talking to them. Then this fool goes, are you ignoring me? I said, yes. Umm - hello! How can you be so stubborn? I'm trying to be honest without being overly rude, but apparently, I need to just go the straight-forward, I am not interested in you in the least bit route. Sheesh...

Then the girls got pizza and I asked the guy who was working at the pizza place where he was from. He said to guess. I told him I wasn't good at guessing. He said Africa. I say, North Africa? He says yes and we all begin naming the countries, but couldn't come up with his. He was from Mauritania. So I ask him the usual, do you speak Arabic? When he said yeah, I once again busted out in my limited verbal skills and that always gets 'em. There were 3 dudes and I was chattin' it up with them. That was kinda fun.

And actually, before I had even crossed the street to go to the pizza place, I just went up to this Latin brothas in an SUV drivin' down the street and just start messin' with them, askin' if they were high and that they shouldn't drive high. LoL. They were Dominicans. Yay! Hehe - that's cuz I'm in my Latino stage right now. Tara claims I was holdin' up traffic. I mean, I admit that this was in the middle of the road, but I coulda sworn there were cars in front of them... Then 5-0 was at the back of the line and turned on their "horn." While I was talking to these guys, tell me why a car moving in the opposite direction grabbed on my booty? LoL... Belinda and Tara kept tryna call me over cuz they had already crossed the street and here I go talking to strange people in the middle of the road. :-P

Tonight Tara and I met Belinda and this other chick up at a Latin festival. We got there around 10 and it was very small. It was a'ight. Nothing real special. Then we headed over to another Latin club that was okay. Last night we danced mostly salsa and merengue. This time, I danced Bachata for the first time. I can do the basics for these dances, but once you start to throw in the twists and turns and shit, I sometimes get confused. But it's cool if you have a really good dance partner who leads and pushes you into the steps.

So, yeah... that's what I've been up to... I watched "Signs" in the afternoon. It was an okay movie. Aw, damn - I actually was kinda scared to go into our garage with that movie in my mind. We've got a 2nd fridge in their and I went to get a drink out of it and it was all dark and I was kinda thinkin' some alien would be behind my dad's car. LoL... I still would like to see "Finding Nemo"! Alright, I got nothin' more to say that I can think of... Peace out!

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Happy Juneteenth!!

I just learned of this celebration that's been going on for over a hundred years: Juneteenth. It celebrates Blacks being freed from slavery on June 19, 1865. The so-called liberation of Blacks did not occur a few years earlier with the Emancipation Proclamation. And it sure as heck didn't happen on no July 4, 1776 when the white Americans gained their freedom. It's really sad that I never thought of it before, until I looked at this one girl's webpage - why the heck would a Black person celebrate the Fourth of July when our people weren't even freed at the time? Anyways...

Today is also my parents' anniversary. 31 years, I think...

I made a skirt of an old pair of jeans. I don't know if I'll actually wear it. I'm not sure the back looks all that great. And the seams will probably unravel in the wash since I basically had to do most of that bad boy by hand. lol

I wonder if I'll ever suffer from high blood pressure. (knock on wood I won't). I bought some kosher salt - you know, the coarse grain stuff, for a recipe I wanted to try. And I sometimes I just eat the salt. I've always done that - eat salt, that is. But everytime I go to the doctor's, I'm always told my blood pressure is normal.

I just realized the other day when I went to a grocery store about 15 minutes from my house, that I live in a real hick of an area. I guess what I call home has always had it's fair share of suburban ghettoes and white trash... But I never really questioned it before.

I've got an extremely short attention span. I can't start a task and stick to it. I always have to take a break, to stop and do something else before I return to it. That is, IF I even go back to doing it. One of my current projects, which I may never complete: teaching myself French. I'd never really had a particular interest in the language. I mean, the sound and writing system... Just didn't strike me as an easy language. Yes, I study Arabic, but Arabic makes sense to me. And though the sounds are different from English, I think I duplicate them better than I can the French language. One of my Lebanese friends opined that French was harder than Arabic, and he's a fluent speaker of both languages. I don't know yet if I'll find this true, but I don't doubt it either. We'll see. I'm gonna go try some français now...

Thursday, June 12, 2003

"Home Demolition

Dear People of Conscience:

Please take the time out to view this 40-second clip.

Thanks.

Monday, June 09, 2003

Qué bonita bandera
qué bonita bandera
qué bonita bandera
es la bandera puertorriqueña!


So I spent the weekend in New York City. Yay! Was present for the annual Puerto Rican festivities. Mm, mm, mmm - those boriquas. Thass what I'm talkin' about! hehe

Tara and I went up there Friday afternoon and came back last night. It was fun. Well, more so for me. I got my ego boosted this weekend. Aha. Especially Saturday at the festival. Unfortunately, it was raining. But we walked around anyways to see all the fly papis. Syke. Sorta. :-P Despite the rain, there were still a lot of people out. And I was gettin' more attention than Tara. That was fun cuz usually she the one who be gettin' all the cat calls here at home. But not this time. And she was HATIN'!! Boy, was she ever! lol Cuz damn, she wasn't used to not being the center of attention. I was like, damn - can I get my 5 minutes of glory? Shit. hehe... And this trick was like, yeah, but not a minute more. Silly ho. But yeah, this was very good for the self-esteem. I didn't hafta be dressed like a hoochie or nothin' to get guys to holla. And Tara, with her big breasts, ain't have nuttin' on me that weekend! lol. Lemme stop. But yeah - them Latin men... Not that I was really interested in any of 'em. Some of them are just too short for me (since I'm like 5'6"). And not all that talked to us were that attractive. But their personalities and whatever - they were generally cool peeps. It was good.

Yesterday, when me and Tara were in Times Square lookin' for a place to eat before heading back home, I coincidentally met this dude from off the internet. So funny cuz it was so random. It was this guy I had talked to before online through notes and forums or whatever. But that was like months ago. So, anyway, dude walks past me and says, "I like your style" and keeps right on walkin'. I tell Tara and we look at him as he walks to the corner. He does turn back to look and whatever. I'm kinda smiling cuz he look kinda cute and stuff. And he's talkin' to this one guy on the corner. I didn't know if he was just a pedestrian, a street vendor of sorts, or this guy's friend, but the two are looking our way and talking. So, the guy who complimented me comes back and I walk over towards him. We start talkin' and whatever, then we exchange e-mail addresses. And I'm lookin' at his screenname and I'm like, "hmm..." Then he makes a note over the screenname to indicate that two "letters" are in fact numbers and then the bells really go off. I start askin' him if he's a member of any internet communities and then I find that I have spoken to him before, etc. Funny, he's a lot shorter than I would have thought. But anyways...

I got to see this girl I hadn't seen since I was in Jerusalem in Summer 2000. She's from Brooklyn and I met up with her briefly just to say hi and what not. That was cool. There's another chick I met in Old Jeru that summer whom I didn't get to see, but she just moved to Brooklyn herself. Oh, well - next time, though.

Man - I need to get me a job so I can get me some new clothes. Lotsa shops there. The way I was dressed this weekend was kinda trendy/funky. A new thing for me, influenced by Euro styles. I was rockin' it this weekend. :) I was a little nervous about what I put on for the parade yesterday, but I think it worked. I was self-conscious when people would stare or look me up and down cuz I couldn't read their facial expressions. I couldn't tell if they were thinkin' - what the hell is she wearing? or, that's interesting or, cool. But overall, I think it was positive. But now my feeties (got that word from my 7th grade math teacher, hehe) hurt. The price you pay for looking cute. Just kidding. But, what a weekend! Gotta go back up on another occasion.

Wednesday, June 04, 2003

Rain, rain, go away...

It's been raining the past couple of weeks and I, for the most part, dislike rain. :-( I hope it doesn't rain on our "parade" this weekend. Tara and I are setting out for an adventure. Wow - this'll be our first time traveling together, just the two of us. I still gotta figure out what to pack. I'm the type that doesn't like to pack a whole lot. But, with this "iffy" weather and the fact that we wanna go out at night at our destination, we're gonna hafta pack extra stuff... Hmm.... Maybe Tara will be up for going to the Salvation Army before we leave. I want some 'new' gear, for minimal prices.

Went to the gym with Jeannie Friday night. We were in there for nearly two hours. Then we went, along with Tara, to workout on Monday. I'm still nice and sore. But I'm still not in the mindset for exercising. I'm telling Jeannie to force me to go with her 'cuz I will make up an excuse not to go.

On Saturday, Tara and I went shopping/window shopping in G'town. That was fun, pretended like we were upperclass. Hehe... Then we got dinner at my fave Viet restaurant. Too bad it was so late - we didn't get to get bubble tea 'cuz the shops there had all closed.

Then Sunday, me, Tara, and Justin went out for a late lunch at some Southwestern restaurant. Food was alright. And we walked around the mall for a bit, got our bubble tea. I've been eating out a lot lately. I've been shopping. I'm spending money as if I had a job. Not good. I need to hit up the career center at school.

Tonight, I'm slowly cleaning my room. But I am a bit tired. I'll probably end up sleeping on the floor or a corner of my bed since I piled stuff on my bed. Ugh, if only I could snap my fingers and it'd be finished. :-P I was lookin' at this IKEA catalog. I was thinking of investing in some furniture that might help me better organize my "collection." Can someone take me to IKEA?