Vacay

if i'm not handlin' business... i'm traveling.

Let's Get Sexy

it's old... but nonetheless funny.

Let's Get Sexy with Craig Robinson from Craig Robinson

Can I Spray It On My Stanky Leg?

Health

You can't afford NOT to invest in it... Health, that is.
My Aunt died from this, you could too.

Can't Wait 'Til I'm...

in paradise...

America... fuughhk yea!

Husalah

The man who says his name so many times cause bitches love the way he rhymes.

Cold Summer

R.I.P. Michael Jackson... The King of Pop.

A lot of things have flat lined for me recently. The internet is one of them. It may be good and bad, but it seems like a lot of things around me have been changing course. R.I.P. MJ. We will all miss you. I don't think there's anyone who can say they were around for the 80's and was not influenced by this man and his music. My MJ memories consist of watching his performances on TV in awe to the kind of reaction he had from the crowd. This was generally followed by an unsuccessful attempt at the moonwalk, which leads me to believe that I bet every guy has tried it once. Unless you have no legs. No offense.

And if you didn't know, MJ has sold over 300 million records worldwide. Bad, Dangerous, and Thriller are among the best sellers with Thriller remaining as the biggest selling record of all time. And although I've learned from MJ that it doesn't matter if you're black or white, his Billie Jean video was the first video by a black artist to air on MTV.

He is not an icon, he is THE icon.

- Raw

I Support

more to come...

- Raw

All That

this kinda brings me back...
care of my homie @itstheJtotheD on Twitter...
my apologies for a delayed absense. sometime's life's too interesting to blog.



- Raw

Happy Born Day

Happy 46th Johnny Depp
...can u do us all some justice and opt to be the next Joker?...

I'm jus sayin'.

**doesn't Avery Storm kinda' look like him tho?... related, at the least... he could pass**

JK + 8 Sex Tape

...i'm pretty sure it exists... somewhere...

have you seen their video clips? is it John or Jon? anyways, he records everything - they have everything on tape, the proposal, the wedding, and the honeymoon at Disney World. yea, Disney World. so if anyone hasn't taken the time to notice or say anything, i'm saying it now... i wouldn't be surprised if one of their family members runs through their stuff and finds the tape and releases it.

saw the midnight showing of The Hangover last night... loved it.

In Honor of Our 44th President

Presents from the East Coast. Don't think I'll crack this anytime soon. I'll keep it on the shelf. Stack it in my future bar. I wonder if these'll hit the West Coast.

Just got back from a week long trip to Vegas. Crazy. But I'll be back on the road. Headin' to LA tonite. Be back Sunday. Always on the move.

Stay thirsty my friends...

The Best I Ever Had

You the fuckin best...

Good times with the Buldas & Barnes.

I was expecting to have my first sip of Louis later in life, but the celebration of life (my niece's baptism) brought forth the gathering of a few good old family-oriented men. Around this table, history was shared along with jokes & laughter over an exuberant amount of alcohol complimented by cuban cigars. Cognac, tequila, vodka, rum, and beer flooded the table while no real man (at least no "punk bitch") would turn down the offering to share a drink with his newly found comrades. Aside from Dos Equis beer (stay thirsty my friends) the most popular drink of choice that evening was Louis XIII, an extremely aged/extremely expensive Remy Martin cognac. I kid u not, it was indeed the best cognac I've ever had. It makes everything younger than X.O. taste like cork. Who am I kidding tho, I love all types of alcohol and will continue to drink even the most youngest forms of cognac. Either way, good company... good times.

Stay thirsty my friends.

-Raw

*brought to ya'll over the air by my swagBerry as I chill poolside at my cousin's vacation home in Vegas. life is good. take nothing for granted*

Flashing Lights

So, tomorrow I'm off to Sin City for a week.
Crazy right? Cause normally I can't do Vegas for more than 3-4 days.
But I guess this trip is half business half vacay. So it changes things a bit.

Other than that, this girl's album comes out tomorrow (Tuesday). I could've never pictured her voice/sound with that face. Could you? A Malaysian singer/songwriter, Zee Avi began posting her videos on YouTube which ultimately led to a record deal with Brushfire Records (Jack Johnson) under Universal Records.

Mr. Chris Raw Daddy's

So I guess their original name works better than mine, but here is folks. For all you shrimp & crawdad lovers, here's a good post for ya'll. I haven't done food posts in a while, but the main reason why is because I've been in training for a competition in Las Vegas towards the end of May, so I've been on a health tip in regards to my diet. Somehow this place slipped in, but I'm trying to fight the urge to go back. I don't think ya'll want me to continually post the different sandwhiches I order from Subway now do you? So here you go. Last Friday some of the fellas and I hit up the South Bay to escape the general haps in the city (SF). We hit up this seafood spot that one of our friends put us on, pounded some shrimp and then headed towards downtown to catch happy hour and watch Game 3 of the Lakers vs. Rockets series. If shrimp or crawdads are yer thing, hit this up. It's crackin'. May get pricy for some if you continually buy pounds, but it's worth it in my opinion. Except for you lazy eaters - you have to peel your own shrimp. Let the fob in you come out for once. The shit gets messy. Don't take her on a first date here. Not a good look. And the spice can get a lil' hot, so if you can't stand the heat, choose the lowest level of spice.

What happens is first you look at the menu of course.

They sell crawdads and shrimp by the pound.
Crab too, but it goes by the market price of course.
Order up, they'll give you a plate with lime + salt and pepper.
The extra dipping thingey is for the juice that comes in the shrimp bag.
Fill it up and dip the skrrrimp in it. Crackin'.

The four of us ordered 5lbs.
Word to the wise, only order 1-2lbs at a time.
When you order 3-4+ lbs the shrimp over cooks in the bag.
Unless your the fastest shrimp peeler in the world.

They don't sell rice, although I've seen an old asian lady crew bring their own in.
My friends like to add fries on the side, it compliments the seafood well.
Or, if you feel daring like I did, add some catfish + fries.

Destruction.

Empty plastic bags for the fallen soldiers.

It gets messy.
Lose the ego.
Use the bib.

And the napkins usually add up. Keep em' close.

Obviously I couldn't shoot much of the action cause my hands were occupied. It gets messy so be prepared. Juice gets everywhere. No homo. But the food is crackin'. I hope ya'll know how to peel shrimp. Otherwise your first experience will be a slow and messy one. Take my advice and only order 1-2lbs. at a time and add on as you go. The bag is pretty warm, so if it sits too long the shrimp over cooks in the bag. The shrimp gets powdery and doesn't taste as good. Other than that, the shrimp is great. I haven't tried the crawdads, but I heard they were cool. With crawdads tho, you don't get as much bang for your buck cause the meat content is very little.

So we end up hittin' downtown SJ and can't decide which lil' joint to catch happy hour at so we end up hittin' Gordon Biersch. We started pounding away at different kinds of alcoholic drinks, from Patron Margaritas to Arnold Palmers (with alcohol of course). We watch the game, and before we head out we decide to pound a beer. The waitress said the, "Maibock" (pronounced like the Mercedes Maybach) is one of their most popular beers. I'm not much a fan of the darker side of beers, but this one was pretty good. I believe she also said that it has the highest content of alcohol out of all their beers. I think it was that fact combined with the name, "Maibock" (Maybach) that sold us. Wouldn't you drink it too?

"10 black Maybach's back to back in the lane."
- Uncle Ricky

Stay thirsty my friends.

- Raw

p.s. Don't forget who put you on. Pay respect.

More on the Fight

Not really, but I hate how I picked up my parents from the airport cause they returned from Vegas and until this day they can't stop talking about the fight and watching a burned DVD copy of the fight + interviews. Man. You can take someone out the Philippines but you can't take the... nevermind I won't finish that. It sounded lame. So anyways. Gotta bring this up cause I know every male has given' this a thought, and if you haven't, you will now. If you can't already tell by the picture, I jus think she's hot, in an older milf-ish way of course. No bitch, I'm not talkin' bout Jinkee, the Pound for Pound Greatest Boxer in the World's wife. I'm talking bout #2. Ya boy, Ricky Hatton's wife, Jennifer Dooley. (insert accent here) BOY IS SHE SMASHING! Hahaha. I can dig it. Although some pictures that have surfaced the net are rather fugly, she generally has looked good for the camera. Yes, I have a very strong adoration for MILFS and I'm not ashamed to say it. Who doesn't appreciate a nice MILF? Girl's can't say shit either cause that's what they eventually want to be when they get at that age.

Who has the hotter wife? You be the judge.

Ringside... mmm.

Ringside... damn. Them shit's looks straight as fuck. Dentures?

Jennifer Dooley pictured on the right.
Jinkee on the left. Queen on the right.
That's a nice mom bod. Not the greatest donk.
But tell me you wouldn't?
Or would you rather have the mom face?

Now look, I don't mean to hate on the Pac-Man. He's done well with his career. This is probably the girl that was there before all the money. But it's the trade off I guess. You can't have em' all right? Now if we're going off jus looks, would you rather be the top dawg pound for pound greatest fighter with a busted wife?

Or would you rather have a busted face, lose to the top fighters and competitors in your sport, but go home to a hot wife?

You be the judge.

- Raw

p.s. some bonus footage. watch ricky pound them guiness' mayne. dayamn.

Back to Monday

Before I demolish this post-workout meal I've prepared and head to bed, I figured I should touch base with ya'll and update my blog.

Big weekend in sports; two of my main interests of course were the Bulls & Celtics series which unfortunately ended in the Bulls losing and the Celtics advancing, and we all know the Pacquiao/Hatton fight. We all know what time it is. And if you haven't heard by now, which I doubt cause everyone's on Pacquiao's nuts, Pacquiao whooped some Manchester ass. Glad to see Floyd Sr. was proven wrong, since he's an old-timing shit talker. And of course I'm rootin' for Manny cause he's on the home team (I'm Filipino). HOWEVER, don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of Ricky Hatton. He was undefeated before he fought Mayweather, and he won after that loss until now. He's a strong fighter and I respect him a lot. Because of this fight, I even feel sorry for him. It's like he'll always be #2. He was undefeated until he went up against the best of the best. It's like he can rise to the top but will lose to whom ever is #1 - he'll never be top dawg. At least while Manny's alive.

So my hat's off to you Manny.

I tried to sell this bad boy for $100 to some white chick who said she had a Filipino friend who would "abbsooolutely die" for one of these. She looked at me crazy when I said $100. Anything less won't suffice lady. This shit is on some collection/pride shit. I'd even feel somewhat shameful to if I let this go. Eh. Maybe not. But my excuse is the economy.

- Raw

Year One

Finally watch, "I Love You, Man" and they played this trailer.
Now I finally understand all the stupid one-liners everyone keeps talkin' about.
Better late than never I guess... right?

How Do You...

wake up Lady Gaga?






...you poke her face...

Play Ball

So I know I've been away for a while, but here's a little glimpse of what I've been up to.

Last week, my schedule was tied up almost every day with helping out the USF Hui O Hawaii club for their big lu'au which took place last Saturday. All that was fun and exhausting, not to mention that I'm also training for a competition at the end of May, so my time is pretty stacked. Somehow in the meantime I've been able to make it to 3 Giants game and every game I've been to so far they've won - I'm 3 for 3 and lovin' it. I went to Opening Day, Filpino Heritage Night, and the afternoon game that took place the day after Filipino Heritage Night (we were still playin' the San Diego Padres). None of these are from Opening Day, but peep game.

Oh AT&T Park, how I love thee.

That was Filipino Heritage Night with Manny in special attendance and throwing the first pitch (if you didn't notice). Here was the afternoon game I went to the immediate day after. Nice weather. Bleacher seats (where the hardcore fans sit, in my opinion - which by the way, I am not claiming to be one of them. I'm just your regular sports fan). A lot of yelling, screaming, and baseball chants... including a whole bunch of weird white people dancing (see below). A boooooring ass game - it went into extra innings. Finally, we were able to pull thru bottom of the 10th. Final score, Giants 1 - Padres 0.





Dear, Mr. Fred Lewis

I want to like you right now, but your performance has been below par. So please. Step it up.


So...

Bleacher seats are hardcore. Upper reserve are nose bleeds but you can see everything. Lower reserve or box/club level are the best. But you get what you pay for... hopefully. Manny can throw a baseball (if you didn't notice, that was him throwing the first pitch). Giants games are fun. I haven't had better garlic fries than the ones at the AT&T park.

I'm not your hardcore fan or sports fanatic, but I love sports nonetheless.

- Raw

Wipin' Off The Dust

Yes, my peoples. I have returned. I gotta' wipe off a lil' dust in this biatch. I've put this blog up on the shelf for about over a week and it seems like a year has passed by. Believe me when I say that it wasn't intentional, I've just been a lil' more busy than usual.

Be back shortly.

Nukka Please!

Hope everyone's weekend is going well.
Mine went by pretty fast. Found this on my homies youtube page in his favorites section.

Thought it'd give ya'll a lil' Sunday afternoon comic relief.



- Raw

Hoop Dreams

As always, here is my weekly update for ya'll. (Starting last Friday - 4.10.09)

Weekly Update

Friday... Sutra?! Again?!
Fuk it, why not. Sister's old friend's in town from med school. Actually she has been for the past however many weeks but she's been in super-study mode. They decided to celebrate after she took her exam. Same ol' though. Nothin' interesting. Except we went to the strip club on our way back to the car for free. Dude let us get in cause it was 1:30am already. I'll spare the details.

Saturday... Top Secret Surprise Party?!
I think not. I jus went out to dinner at Benihana's for a "week-later" dinner celebration for a buddy's b-day. After there was nothing special. We kicked it at his house and messed with his '09 Macbook which is pretty sweet. Didn't do much... except fake out a whole bunch of Twitter folks by posting pictures (not me, my homie) from a while back when we partied at the Standard Hotel down in downtown L.A. They thought we were at a secret surprise b-day party, invite only. Neh... We weren't doin' a damn thing. First Saturday that I've been sober in a while. Crazy.

Sunday... Easter. (See: "Eggs-actly")

Monday... Warriors game.
This was the last Warriors game at Oracle Arena. I must say that I've had a great time hittin' up games this season, even though Monte fucked up the first half of the season by being injured from ridin' a freakin' moped. C'mon man. Step it up. At least say u was on a motorcycle or somethin. Actually, he prolly could've been but by saying so, it might've increased whatever penalized actions took place. That's for another discussion. So anyways, I must've hit up like 10 games this season. Doesn't sound like much, but it's at least double the amount I went last season.

Tuesday... Listening party.
Rick Ross' "Deeper Than Rap" officially leaked. At least with the forum that I use to download free music. Had to take a listen to it. I've been waitin' for this joint for a while. Other than that, I watched "Observe and Report." It was coo, but I missed the beginning minutes of it or so. Not super hilarious I guess. Seth is pretty coo, but he didn't have anyone from the crew with him, so it wasn't as funny.

Wednesday... the usual.
Nuthin' too special or extraordinary. Had a good lifting session at the gym, but that's part of my regularly scheduled program.

Thursday... HOOP DREAMS
At around 11am I hit the gym with a buddy to lift weights. We get a good lifting session in and after head on over to this basketball gym that we play at with all our folks. Today seemed dead, our Thursday afternoon consisted of half court 4 on 4 until it became 3 on 3 for about 4 hours. But on Friday's, it seems like every shows up 20 deep and you gotta wait 3 fuckin' games before you can get on. So today seemed pretty dead, only to be livened up by the local straggler. I call him the local straggler because he's the guy from somewhere in the neighborhood that shows up by himself and no one knows. But he's there all the time workin' on his shot. Doesn't really get how to play basketball, only he understands that the underlying concept is to put the ball in the hoop. He's a little strange in the head, and we've accepted it. What made this Thursday even more interesting was that he said he had to leave, so he picked up his things and headed towards the door. 30 minutes later, we see him standing at the front check-in desk. We realize he was trying to hit on the front-desk lady until she shoo'ed him away. He's a writer. He tried to share with her some of his work, but was unsuccessful. So instead, we let ol' boy share it with us. And it went a lil' somethin like this:



- Raw

WTF.LOL (part II)

"I got that white guuurl. That Lindsay Lohaaaaan..."

She's on eHarmony? What has the world come to? I came across this Tuesday night, but would've rather let Uncle Ricky get some shine on my blog page than this chick. Anyways, peep the ad.

**edit: the vid is gettin' taken' down. I'll try to continually repost if it continues.**

USPDF

I heard about this, and now I can say I've finally seen it.

The USPDF stands for, "United States Pole Dancing Federation" and every year they hold a competition, female only - Thank God. The application process is open to any female over the age of 18. However, only 12 applicants are chosen to compete based on (amongst other things as well) their skills, coordination, and creativity. Female applicants are to turn in a 2-3 minute video displaying their pole dancing skills.

After watching this highlight reel, I'm a little disappointed. Nudity, thongs, or g-strings lead to automatic disqualification. But they're supposed to display strength, flexibility, and sex appeal all at the same time. Honestly, these competitors look like gymnasts. Either that, or body builders. C'mon... Where's Candy? Destiny? I don't mean to sound like the male chauvinist, but no tits and ass? I'm talkin' bout before the nudity. These girls are doing gymnast poses. The closest thing to sexy was that stupid upside down body roll which would've looked ok on anyone else, but she looks like Siren from the American Gladiators.

Miss Sexy 2009 - No tits no ass.
Miss Trixter 2009 - I'd rather call her Miss Toothpick
Miss USPDF 2009 - Ok... Jenyne Butterfly. Not bad I guess. I hope she wasn't the one doing the upside down body roll. That would go against everything I just said.

Really though. I feel like they're tryna take pole dancing away from strippers. It's their livelyhood. They do it for a living. They make money. How many of these USPDF competitors dance on a pole for money? They're turning pole dancing into something else. They need a little less gymnast and a lot more sex appeal. I think they can do it and still keep their rules of a non-nude competition, but until they change somethin up, the gymnast is gona rule that competition, ending any kind of sex appeal that pole dancing brings. Weak.

What's In Your Playlist? (Part I)

Currently Listening To:

Finally... it officially leaked. Gotta take time to listen to the whole shindig. Hope ya'll got yours. Peep this track tho, it didn't make the album I guess. The Game, Ja Rule, & Fat Joe. Damn. The anti-50 Cent lineup.

Seriously tho... Ja Rule? It must be serious.



"...cause I fucked you up once, fucked ya up twice. And yer still talkin' shit. What must I do to get thru to you? Curly, get off my dick, fo' that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper get that puh-puh-puh-puh-poppin' off the niggas that be mouthin' off. Read in between the lines when you hear me talk. Go on and get outta' line, this is RULE York..."

hahaha... wow.

Eggs-actly

Allow me to introduce to ya'll my family. (Up Above)

As I dabble in yet another form of artistic expression (photography), I'm beginning to realize how truly critical I am of my own work. When it comes to art, I throw out the rule book. I can shoot 9 bad pictures, but the 10th might be the one. So here are a few shots from last Sunday. I was at my sister's house in Hayward, and we had a whole bunch of Easter festivities. We basically ate and napped from 12pm - 4pm, then all the kids started doin' the whole Easter egg decorating deal. After, we flew a kite for shits and giggles and then had an Easter egg hunt. I'd rather keep as much of my family off the internet as much as I can, so check out the Easter egg basket above. That's my family. And this was us beforehand:


The kids had their little creative session goin' on. After the madness, we all put our names on an egg. But damn tho, why they gotta make the food coloring tablets look like this though?



I think ya'll catch my drift...
Anyways, this is my lil' nephew. The happiest baby ever. He always laughs and plays, he hardly ever cries. Sometimes he gets a lil' frustrated when he has to take a sh*! or when he's hungry, but other than that he's great. I know this goes against my whole family posting logic, but for the sake of art, why not.


- Raw