the supremes...

I have some hella kick-a friends.
There are 7 of us total.
I met all of my girls in high school (although they all met each other in elementary/middle school).
Our high school: El Camino.
It wasn't a bad high school, but when your school is painted like 5 different colors, uses another schools football field for their home games, and has classrooms that have more students than desks, I guess you can say it wasn't the greatest either.
In my graduating class, very few went to the UCs, a decent amount went to State, a decent amount went to JCs, and decent amount decided school just wasn't their thing.

With that said, let me show tell you why my friends are so "kick-a."
I keep in the closest touch with 3 of them... and here they are:
Vee: This girl just freakin heard that she's gonna work for the freakin IRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn, how cool is that? Congrats, Vee! (this posting was inspired by you!)
Djana: She's in NY studying to become a freakin doctor! A real life doctor. Not a Phd, but a freakin MD!!! Paging Dr. Jose... paging Dj. Jose...
Jilly: She's a researcher in freakin Sillicon Valley! She does all this crazy stuff with the computer and internet and stuff. When she talks to me, I get a headache! hahahahaha.

Of course, my 3 other friends are just as cool, but since I'm not 100% sure of their plans, I decided not to include them...
However, I am lead to believe that their futures involve law, business, and media.

Now, how many of you out there can say that you came out of a school like El Camino, from a city like Daly City, and say the things that I just said about my friends?

so full...

I'm so lucky sometimes...

Today, one student gave me 5 bars of chocolate.
Later, a group of girls came up to me and gave me a sandwich they made in Home Ec.
Then, just a couple minutes ago, the office secretary gave me 3 cherry tomatoes.

So lucky... eating food and listening to SG Wannabe.
What more can a girls ask for?
hahahaha.

Mommy and Daddy...

I have noticed something that has been brought up in blogs of my siblings and me.
More recently, we've all written about our mama and our papa.
We love them.
If you want to read about what my siblings wrote, here are you are:
My brother... aka "Rat Eyes"... www.xanga.com/thomaspaine
My older sister... aka "5-Fingers"... www.jamiechang.com
My little sister... aka "Crooked Face"... www.xanga.com/lvia_lviaquez

Anyways, in tribute to my parents, I am going to dedicate this whole post to them.

Where do I begin?
Well, my parents are rather silly.
You see, they came to America at a very young age and with hardly any money.
Most non-silly people would have worked hard and tried to make lots of money and live a life of luxury.
However, my silly parents worked hard, tried to make lots of money, but kissed their lives of luxury goodbye when they decided to have not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 children... one every 2 years.
Nothing says a life of hardships and near-poverty like 4 children.
Hello, Excedrine!
Goodbye, Freedom!

My parents always made sure we did well in school, especially my mom.
My mom had a way, a method, a trick to make sure we did well in school.
I think 2Pac can explain this better than I can, so please allow him to explain things for me:
"Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside."
Of course, 2Pac is talking about drugs and running away from the police, whereas I am talking about getting a B, but our mamas did the same thing!!!
And, this little trick did wonders.
June 17, 2006 marked the day that my parents put 4 children through the UC system.
To date:
Eugene, child #1: in law school... gonna be a lawyer (and rich)
Jamie, child #2: going to get her PhD come Fall (she's gonna be rich)
Jane, child #3: umm... cough cough... ummm... she graduated from Berkeley, that's something, right? She wants to help poor people (she's gonna be poor)
Cheddie, child #4: recent college grad, got an interview for some internship, wants to go to a better law school than Eugene (she's gonna be rich)

Mommy, Daddy, when you see that list, doesn't it put a smile on your face?
Because of all your back breaking hard work, your 4 little bundles of misery have grown up to become 4 big bundles of cash!!!
Well, with the exception of Child #3.
Child #3 is going to be a poor... and she wants me to tell you both that she's banking on you guys giving her the house in DC because she will never be able to afford one on her own.
Oh, and she also wants you to throw in a car while your at it.

See, Mommy?
See, Daddy?
Weren't all those years of blood, sweat, and tears kinda worth it?
You guys have given your children the luxury of choosing what they want to do in their lives.

Now, I said that this post going to be all about my parents, but I've talked an awful lot about my siblings and me.
But, we are our parents and our parents are us.
They molded us into who we are...
And we are what they live for.