Have a Good Day Baby.

I really like being called baby by women who work at gas stations. I go to the same gas stations every week since I've started working at my current job. I alternate which gas station I visit depending on which is 5 cents cheaper. And each gas station leaves me feeling special and welcomed. I notice that the women who work in gas stations will call everyone baby.
"Hi baby, how can I help you?"
"Can I just have 20 bucks on number 2?"
"Alright. Have a great night baby."

Being called 'baby' by a stranger doesn't have to be creepy sometimes. Only when it's coming from a woman at a gas station. Oh yea, and I love it when my waitress calls me 'sweetie' or 'hunny' but they have to only be older women. I think it's cute when women call strangers using pet names. But of course, if a man calls me that then I'd be creeped out.

6 Years.

It's been six years since my grandpa has passed away and I still think about him from time to time. He was my first experience with death and I took it pretty hard. My family is pretty superstitious and believe that when someone passes, they will visit their loved ones for 40 days. A few days after he passed away, I believe he did visit me. I was in my room studying for an exam with the tv turned on in the background. That's how I study. While I was reading my notes, my tv kept turning off. Every time it turned off, I'd turn it back on. There was nothing on top of the remote to make the tv turn off. I ran out of my room to tell my sister. My sister said it was Papang's (what we call my grandpa) way of saying to focus on studying and to turn of the tv. I quickly turned off my tv and just focused on my notes.

Well, two days ago, I believe he visited me again. I was so exhausted from staying up late talking to Eric that I went to bed around 9:30pm on Thursday. I figured Eric wasn't going to call me since his time changed happened on Thursday and he'd be working graveyard now. Around 12:30am, I get a text message. I turned over and reached for my phone to read the text message. It was Eric greeting me good night. After I finished reading the text message, I looked up near my desk and I saw this figure. It looked like a tall man looking at me. I freaked out and turned my back to the dark figure and I closed my eyes. In my head I kept reciting the line, 'there's no one there, there's no one there.' The next day, I realized it might have been my grandpa looking out for me since it was close to his death anniversary. Or maybe he was approving of Eric. :)

In the Stars

So I added this horoscope application on Facebook awhile back and recently I've never been so amused with my horoscopes. It seems like the stars know that I'm dating someone who has some potential. For the first time, I feel optimistic about this guy. I'm trying to avoid admitting to myself that I'm falling for Eric because I'm scared of getting hurt but everyone seems to notice I am falling for him. Anyways, yesterday my horoscope told me

"You are a classic flirt today and you may have to turn the temperature down a notch or two because you'll be hot hot hot! Your energy is well into overload. You'll be sassy, spontaneous and highly attractive and there will be no better time than today for some extra-curricular recreation."

I'm sassy eh? And I'm looking for some extra curricular recreations. I wonder what those extra curricular recreations are.

And then today I logged onto Facebook to see what is in store for me today.

"Romantic energies are highly erratic and interesting today, but there is a monkey-wrench in the mixture. Keyword is "children". If you are a parent and have an amorous moment this evening, lock the door. If you are not a parent and don't want to become one, play safely!"

At least Facebook doesn't mind that everyone doesn't practice abstinence anymore and encourages safe sex. Too bad Eric is working tonight. Can I reuse a horoscope for a different day?

Bad Timing for Us

So at my friend's hotel party on the first Friday of the year, I met this guy. We instantly clicked. My friend thought we were dating at least two weeks when she saw us together. I felt that this guy was probably going to be the first guy to be different from the rest. He is really cute, funny, sweet, and he gives me his undivided attention. But I guess the dating gods like to play tricks on me. Even though I may be jumping the gun and I'm probably just overreacting but I think this weekend will probably be the last time I see Eric. Last night, Eric told me that his work shift is going to change sooner. His shift is 6pm-6am six days a week where my work shift is 8am-5pm. This will be his shift till the UFC season is over in the end of March. How cruel is that. I'm so used to talking to him for a few hours almost every night since we've met. I just wish we met after the season is over or maybe a month earlier. This weekend will be our second official date but it feels like we've been together for at least a month. But you'll never know. It'll be like a long distance relationship. If we really do like each other that much, we'll make it work. Just pray that it does work out. I'm really happy for the first time. Well except now cuz now I'm worried something will ruin my happiness after I waited so long.

Your Ami

I was watching America's Funniest Home Videos and I saw the cutest video ever. This little girl that's around 4 or 5 years old was on a beach and her dad was asking her where she was.
Dad: Sweetie, tell everyone where we are.
Girl: We're in your...ami.
Dad: No, the word is 'Miami'.
Girl: Yeah, we're in your...am..ami.
Dad: Nooo. Ok. We're in your ami.
Girl: Oh ok. We're in Mine ami.

I could just eat her up. It was the cutest thing ever. It makes me want to go to your ami for some sun.

GHETTO

So last night my friend Angela threw a suite party at Mandalay Bay. Oh man, this suite was like a condo. It was huge! The alcohol flowing. The music bumping. Seeing everyone you haven't seen in awhile. It was a great party until security came knocking at the door. Apparently there was about 27 complaints that we were too loud. After everyone left, Angela saw that some people stole things from the mini bar. Talk about ghetto with a capital G. There was so much alcohol in the bar and people stole the mini alcohol. So not only did Angela pay for the alcohol, room, and food, but she now has to pay for the overpriced alcohol someone stole. It's so hard to trust people these days.

My Plan For 2008

It's only been two days into the new year and my plan for this year is to survive. I want to be able to see 2009. Two days into this new year, I've had about four really close car accidents. But with my quick reflexes I was able to avoid them. There are so many stupid drivers out there, including me. So far I was able to avoid the following car accidents.

- January 1st, 3am. Driving home with a friend of mine talking about where to make a quick food run before getting home. As I am approaching the intersection with a green light ahead, I see at the corner of my eyes a car whose light is clearly red will not slow down. He was surely going at least 45mph and was probably too drunk to notice the red light.
- January 1st, 3:15am. Still driving home while talking to my friend about the car who just drove through a red light and looking for Jack in the Crack [Box]. Distracted I drive through a red light. So maybe the previous driver wasn't really drunk and was doing a food run as well.
- January 2nd, 5:30pm. Driving home from work, I switch lanes to the far left while a car in the outer right turning lane decides to switch to the same lane. I'm swerving between both lanes trying to gain control of my car since I was going about 40 mph.
- January 2nd, 6:30pm. Driving on the freeway to Henderson to a casino for diner. On the far left lane when the car next to me decides he doesn't want to exit and goes straight trying to get into my lane causing me to quickly break to avoid him.

I sure hope that 2008 isn't my year for a car accident. I've never been in a car accident and I sure don't want it to be anytime soon. Pray that I survive 2008 guys!

And Who's House is This?

My dad's friend from the Philippines stayed at my house last year because her sons wanted to find a better job in America then they can get in the Philippines. At first I didn't mind because I'm sure they would do the same thing for us if we visit the Philippines. But just because you stay in our house for a month doesn't mean it's actually your house. A few weeks ago, they came back and stayed in my house again. The last time they were here, her sons weren't successful at finding a job and ran out of time. Their temporary visa expired and they were sent back to the Philippines. So the woman, one of her sons, and a friend from California came to stay at my house for a couple of days. The moment Vickie stepped in my house, she pretty much felt at home. She was going through our cabinets and made herself coffee. She was making herself food and left a lot of mess for us to clean up. One day, my cousin came over real quick to drop something off and she offered him hopia that my mom made and always gave away every Christmas. The way she offered it appeared as if she was the one who made them. After three days, I think my mom got so irritated that my dad took them to our other house to stay at.

I think the icing on the cake was when Vickie's friend Evelyn thought she could do the same thing and act as if she lived in our house. We just met the woman a few weeks ago when Vickie came back to Las Vegas. A couple of days ago, Evelyn and Vickie came over and were talking downstairs with my mom while my mom was making dinner. When all of a sudden Evelyn gets up and goes upstairs without asking my mom. My mom didn't even know she was going upstairs until Vickie asked where she was going. Evelyn's response. 'I'm going upstairs to use the internet. I want to check my tickets online.' My mom was shocked to hear this woman whom we barely even know is going upstairs without asking permission. My mom wanted to slap her. But my mother is a classy woman and would never do such a thing but I can't say the same thing for myself. When I heard she didn't even ask my mom if she could come upstairs made me furious. Who does that? These people need to learn some respect for other people's homes.