Wrote this on the 14th:
My brothers turned 3 years old today. I still can't believe it. 3 years have passed since I first saw their tiny, 3 pound bodies in hospital incubators. I didn't know what to think when they were born. I couldn't fathom the idea of finally having siblings. Now, my life is complete because of them. It's so cliche, but I could die tomorrow, without having had a boyfriend, fallen in love, or experienced true adulthood, and I'd still be satisfied knowing that I at least played a part in raising these beautiful little boys.
Okay, enough with the sappy stuff.
I drove them over to my grandma's house today because she wanted to see them and give them their presents. She gave them each a book (one with Nemo, the other with Elmo), and also gave them each a Hot Wheels cement truck. They loved these things. I thought it was so cute and funny to see them playing in the back yard at my grandma's. They were pushing the little trucks around, exclaiming countless things in spanish, and my grandpa just kept saying, "Yeah" or "Sure". Hahah. Most of the time they were exclaiming about how fast the truck had gone down a ramp or about it crashing.
I brought them back home and gave them each a balloon from Party City. The balloons had Lightning McQueen on them. =) My mom was home with her sister-in-law, Pati, getting ready to make posole. They had planned a spur-of-the-moment party for Henry and Jonathan. So I helped with little things during the setup. I had also invited Liz, her brother Philip, Melissa, Felipa and my cousin Jeff. Jeff had a prior commitment.
I picked up Melissa and her friend Tony from their houses and we came back around 5pm. Next, Liz and Philip arrived to join in the festivities. Aww, I was so happy to see them. Liz just got home from Santa Cruz for the summer. Lastly, Felipa arrived. She was the only one who actually bought my brothers presents. Haha. Not that I was expecting anyone to, I just thought it was funny.
Everyone really liked Pati's posole, except for Tony, who is a vegetarian. He ate tostadas and cake, and drank soda. Haha.
It's too bad that my little brothers are so shy around strangers. I wish my friends could see the adorable, cute, and talkative side to them. Hopefully they won't be as shy in the coming years.
My stepdad had been drinking beers with his 'guays' throughout the day, so he was very nice due to his semi-drunk state. He kept wanting to make sure that my friends had enough to eat and drink. The funniest thing was that he kept asking if Philip wanted a beer! Philip only had one, but my stepdad kept making sure that he didn't want anymore. That was very entertaining.
The only bittersweet thing was that the Lakers played game five of the Finals tonight, and I didn't get to see a single moment of the game. However, I texted Google a few times and got score updates. I knew they were on the way to victory by halftime. But I really don't think watching the game could compare to the great company I had today. I usually watch games alone anyway. Lately I've watched with my dad, but only when I'm at my grandma's. So, I don't regret missing the championship clinching game. I'm sure I'll read about it for months to come.
Once again, happy birthday to Henry and Jonathan—the loves of my life. =)
Los quiero mucho.
17.6.09
15.6.09
Levemente
I just got back from one of the best musical experiences I think I'll ever have.
Reik Concert, June 13, 2009 at the Fox Theatre in Pomona
For readers unfamiliar with the group Reik, allow me to explain. Reik is a Mexican band made up of three guys: Julio (guitar), Bibi (guitar), and Jesus (vocals). They play pop rock en espanol. The best comparison to English music I can come up with is the Jonas Brothers, but older, more appealing, not brothers, and not annoying in any way whatsoever. =)
Diana invited me to the concert a few months back. She's the only other Reik fan I know and she says I'm the only one she knows! It worked out quite well. She had been to a concert of theirs two years ago and met them too. Lucky girl!
Anyway, I picked Diana up at 2pm sharp to begin the journey to Pomona. We left extra early so that we could get to the front of the line. The show was general admission, so we wanted to get a spot in the front of the crowd. We got there around 3pm. There were about 10 people ahead of us, which wasn't too bad.
We spent the next 4 hours standing and waiting for the doors to open. These fairly young people (early 20s?) were in line behind us. Apparently they're members of the only official Reik fan club in California. They kept making a huge deal about how they went to the LA show too and woke up super early and blah blah blah. I don't understand how they could be that devoted. I mean, I love good music, but I don't think I love any band enough to follow them to every show they play. Plus, the money spent must be outrageous! They were pretty entertaining to listen to though. Their spanglish was hilarious.
After a while I walked to Starbucks to buy Diana and I drinks. I got my signature iced chai, but with an espresso shot. I was pretty tired from Doris's birthday dinner the night before and hadn't slept well. That espresso shot helped me through the day. =)
Somehow, we survived the 4 hour wait. It just seems so endless when you stand there for such a long time. Our feet were really hurting and I kept wondering if I'd make it. Haha. Of course, they didn't open the doors at 7 like they'd promised. I think they finally let us in at 7:15 or 7:20.
Diana and I ran to get good spots. We were on the right side facing the stage. Ahhhhh. I almost jizzed over how good our spot was. I was trying to picture the beautiful guitarists in front of me, but it was nearly unimaginable. But as we stood there, it kept getting later and later! By the time 8:30 rolled around, we were really anxious. We both had to pee and our feet were super tired. This lame DJ was mixing music onstage as a sort of opening act. He sucked.
This part was so frustrating because the thing was supposed to start at 8pm!! The staff seemed to be taking their time in setting up. And I hate that the fans are so helpless in that situation. Like, you wanna leave to show how angry it makes you, but then the money spent on the ticket shouldn't go to waste like that. So, you're forced to stay there.
FINALLY, around 9:40, the lights went out and those sexy Mexican vatos took the stage. On our side of the stage was Bibi, the lead guitarist. I was so fascinated with him!! God, he's beautiful. And he plays with such finesse. I must have stared at him forever...
Julio, the other guitarist, is a total flirt onstage! He knows that every single girl in the audience wants him, and he loves that. Girls threw a bra, underwear, stilettos, neck braces and tons of jewelry at him. As much as I hate that he's a flirt like that, his charm is irresistible!! Diana was wearing a heart necklace, and she decided she wanted to give it to him. But rather than throw it onstage and risk him not getting it, she held it out. She was holding it out for a while until he finally noticed. He made his way over to our side of the stage and we just about died. Diana squealed after he put it on, gave a cute little grin, and posed for a picture. This all happened in the middle of a song!
Julio had come over to our side of the stage multiple times already, and at one point he kneeled down to play and get closer to the audience. While he kneeled, he looked at me and winked!! Ahhhh. The whole night I was outstretching my hand for him or Bibi to touch it, but I'm too short. =( That's what sucks about trying to reach over a metal barrier...my tiny arms. BUT!!!!! Julio again looked over at me and saw my little outstretched hand. He made his way over and reached out to me...and...I...died. He could only really reach my fingertips, but that was enough! I felt him holding his guitar pick! What made it all the more special was he ONLY touched my hand when he made this particular trip to our side. =)
The lead singer, Jesus, was also very interactive with the audience. He wore jewelry they threw at him, along with scarves and other random things. At the end of the show he touched most everyone's hand (most everyone who was near the front of the audience).
Bibi, however, was very elusive. He looked at me a few times, and at one point he winked, and another time he made a funny face, but that was all I could get out of him. =/ He wasn't as into trying to touch fans' hands, probably because he was so focused on his amazing guitar skills. It's okay though since I got to stare at him for most of the show. Too bad he was wearing a wedding band. UGH! Diana says he has a kid too. More ugh. But I still took a picture of him on my phone and made it my wall paper. =)
The show ended around 11pm. Diana wanted to get her necklace back, but the stage crew and security team were total jerks! She kept going back and forth trying to see if they'd go check and try to grab it for her, but no one seemed very eager to help. One guy felt bad, but he was an underling and didn't have the power to go backstage or onstage to retrieve it. Diana says the necklace was cheap, but she wanted it because Julio had worn it!!! Sigh. I felt pretty sad for her.
Overall though, we both had a lot of fun—even after having to wait 8 hours. My Reik mix CD sounded so much better on the drive back home. Seeing a band live, and seeing them actually play well, makes you appreciate them so much!
It's just too bad that Julio is a player, Jesus gives off a gay vibe, and Bibi is married...
Reik Concert, June 13, 2009 at the Fox Theatre in Pomona
For readers unfamiliar with the group Reik, allow me to explain. Reik is a Mexican band made up of three guys: Julio (guitar), Bibi (guitar), and Jesus (vocals). They play pop rock en espanol. The best comparison to English music I can come up with is the Jonas Brothers, but older, more appealing, not brothers, and not annoying in any way whatsoever. =)
Diana invited me to the concert a few months back. She's the only other Reik fan I know and she says I'm the only one she knows! It worked out quite well. She had been to a concert of theirs two years ago and met them too. Lucky girl!
Anyway, I picked Diana up at 2pm sharp to begin the journey to Pomona. We left extra early so that we could get to the front of the line. The show was general admission, so we wanted to get a spot in the front of the crowd. We got there around 3pm. There were about 10 people ahead of us, which wasn't too bad.
We spent the next 4 hours standing and waiting for the doors to open. These fairly young people (early 20s?) were in line behind us. Apparently they're members of the only official Reik fan club in California. They kept making a huge deal about how they went to the LA show too and woke up super early and blah blah blah. I don't understand how they could be that devoted. I mean, I love good music, but I don't think I love any band enough to follow them to every show they play. Plus, the money spent must be outrageous! They were pretty entertaining to listen to though. Their spanglish was hilarious.
After a while I walked to Starbucks to buy Diana and I drinks. I got my signature iced chai, but with an espresso shot. I was pretty tired from Doris's birthday dinner the night before and hadn't slept well. That espresso shot helped me through the day. =)
Somehow, we survived the 4 hour wait. It just seems so endless when you stand there for such a long time. Our feet were really hurting and I kept wondering if I'd make it. Haha. Of course, they didn't open the doors at 7 like they'd promised. I think they finally let us in at 7:15 or 7:20.
Diana and I ran to get good spots. We were on the right side facing the stage. Ahhhhh. I almost jizzed over how good our spot was. I was trying to picture the beautiful guitarists in front of me, but it was nearly unimaginable. But as we stood there, it kept getting later and later! By the time 8:30 rolled around, we were really anxious. We both had to pee and our feet were super tired. This lame DJ was mixing music onstage as a sort of opening act. He sucked.
This part was so frustrating because the thing was supposed to start at 8pm!! The staff seemed to be taking their time in setting up. And I hate that the fans are so helpless in that situation. Like, you wanna leave to show how angry it makes you, but then the money spent on the ticket shouldn't go to waste like that. So, you're forced to stay there.
FINALLY, around 9:40, the lights went out and those sexy Mexican vatos took the stage. On our side of the stage was Bibi, the lead guitarist. I was so fascinated with him!! God, he's beautiful. And he plays with such finesse. I must have stared at him forever...
Julio, the other guitarist, is a total flirt onstage! He knows that every single girl in the audience wants him, and he loves that. Girls threw a bra, underwear, stilettos, neck braces and tons of jewelry at him. As much as I hate that he's a flirt like that, his charm is irresistible!! Diana was wearing a heart necklace, and she decided she wanted to give it to him. But rather than throw it onstage and risk him not getting it, she held it out. She was holding it out for a while until he finally noticed. He made his way over to our side of the stage and we just about died. Diana squealed after he put it on, gave a cute little grin, and posed for a picture. This all happened in the middle of a song!
Julio had come over to our side of the stage multiple times already, and at one point he kneeled down to play and get closer to the audience. While he kneeled, he looked at me and winked!! Ahhhh. The whole night I was outstretching my hand for him or Bibi to touch it, but I'm too short. =( That's what sucks about trying to reach over a metal barrier...my tiny arms. BUT!!!!! Julio again looked over at me and saw my little outstretched hand. He made his way over and reached out to me...and...I...died. He could only really reach my fingertips, but that was enough! I felt him holding his guitar pick! What made it all the more special was he ONLY touched my hand when he made this particular trip to our side. =)
The lead singer, Jesus, was also very interactive with the audience. He wore jewelry they threw at him, along with scarves and other random things. At the end of the show he touched most everyone's hand (most everyone who was near the front of the audience).
Bibi, however, was very elusive. He looked at me a few times, and at one point he winked, and another time he made a funny face, but that was all I could get out of him. =/ He wasn't as into trying to touch fans' hands, probably because he was so focused on his amazing guitar skills. It's okay though since I got to stare at him for most of the show. Too bad he was wearing a wedding band. UGH! Diana says he has a kid too. More ugh. But I still took a picture of him on my phone and made it my wall paper. =)
The show ended around 11pm. Diana wanted to get her necklace back, but the stage crew and security team were total jerks! She kept going back and forth trying to see if they'd go check and try to grab it for her, but no one seemed very eager to help. One guy felt bad, but he was an underling and didn't have the power to go backstage or onstage to retrieve it. Diana says the necklace was cheap, but she wanted it because Julio had worn it!!! Sigh. I felt pretty sad for her.
Overall though, we both had a lot of fun—even after having to wait 8 hours. My Reik mix CD sounded so much better on the drive back home. Seeing a band live, and seeing them actually play well, makes you appreciate them so much!
It's just too bad that Julio is a player, Jesus gives off a gay vibe, and Bibi is married...
12.6.09
The City
I tweeted about this, but I wanna write about it some more! It was the smallest occurrence, but it really made my day.
After a quick trip to Wal Mart to pick up some toilet paper, I was driving to go to the Coffee Bean. I stopped at a stop sign to make a left turn when I saw a streetsweeper rounding the corner to the left of my car. So, he made the turn, and then I saw the car that follows those streetsweepers and writes tickets. I noticed the guy driving the car was really cute, and I guess I stared for a while because he looked at me and smiled and waved!
I hardly remember what he looked like though...he had dark hair, a very nice smile, and his arm was tattooed. It's quite possible that he drives through my grandparents' neighborhood every Thursday! I was only a few blocks away from their house, and it was streetsweeping day for us. Dayum. Next week I'm gonna stake out in the living room and run out when I see the streetsweeper coming.
After a quick trip to Wal Mart to pick up some toilet paper, I was driving to go to the Coffee Bean. I stopped at a stop sign to make a left turn when I saw a streetsweeper rounding the corner to the left of my car. So, he made the turn, and then I saw the car that follows those streetsweepers and writes tickets. I noticed the guy driving the car was really cute, and I guess I stared for a while because he looked at me and smiled and waved!
I hardly remember what he looked like though...he had dark hair, a very nice smile, and his arm was tattooed. It's quite possible that he drives through my grandparents' neighborhood every Thursday! I was only a few blocks away from their house, and it was streetsweeping day for us. Dayum. Next week I'm gonna stake out in the living room and run out when I see the streetsweeper coming.
11.6.09
Days go by
My Grandpa is exhibiting early signs of dementia. He doesn't remember names of items much anymore and he makes rash decisions when he's frustrated.
My Grandma is sensitive and over-emotional. She thinks she has control over the household and those around her, but it's quite the opposite.
I feel like I don't have a home anymore. My mom's house offers toddler chaos (and cuteness), but little privacy. But I still feel guilty whenever I leave. My grandparents' house offers anxiety. But at least I can leave for periods at a time in order to calm down.
My Grandma is sensitive and over-emotional. She thinks she has control over the household and those around her, but it's quite the opposite.
I feel like I don't have a home anymore. My mom's house offers toddler chaos (and cuteness), but little privacy. But I still feel guilty whenever I leave. My grandparents' house offers anxiety. But at least I can leave for periods at a time in order to calm down.
3.6.09
Tragedy
The story about the Air France flight that disappeared is completely heartbreaking. What an awful thing to have happen. 228 people suddenly gone.
I hate the idea of plane crashes. You board the flight fully expecting to land safely at your destination. You usually board a plane after experiencing a new place or on your way to experiencing a new place. Sure, some bad thoughts may cross your mind in preparation for the flight, but there's no way to prepare yourself for a tragedy.
Just thinking about all those people on the French flight...228 families are grieving, all united in a way that they probably never wanted to be. And think of the last moments on that flight. So many things probably went unsaid by those poor passengers. They couldn't even make that last cell phone call to say that last I love you.
I hate the idea of plane crashes. You board the flight fully expecting to land safely at your destination. You usually board a plane after experiencing a new place or on your way to experiencing a new place. Sure, some bad thoughts may cross your mind in preparation for the flight, but there's no way to prepare yourself for a tragedy.
Just thinking about all those people on the French flight...228 families are grieving, all united in a way that they probably never wanted to be. And think of the last moments on that flight. So many things probably went unsaid by those poor passengers. They couldn't even make that last cell phone call to say that last I love you.
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