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Counting Down

So 2008 is coming to an end and it's safe to say....GOOD RIDDANCE!

It's been a mediocre year. 

Positive Highlights of the year: the birth of my lil' niece Sarah (no not Justin's baby....My best friend Mike's baby), liberating myself from tyrannical rule of Honda and securing a better job with Motorola (which is kind of sketchy ATM with the current economy), traveled to Hawaii, Houston and New York (this was truly a treat for me because I rarely get to travel) and I got permission to resume spearfishing and freediving after being told to stay out of the water for half a year.

Negative:  Bad news, bad news, bad news, and more bad news. (don't worry about it, I'll tell you guys about it in due time), lost a friend to an auto accident, learned the hard way that some things just aren't meant to be, (hope is a good thing but not necessarily the smartest thing) and severely sprained my ankle.

Also made some changes like retiring from the nightclub scene which is something that I've been looking to do for awhile.  It was half forced, and half by choice and overall I think it was the best thing for me to do even though my life is terribly uneventful nowadays. 

I guess the best thing to do now is to just keep a positive attitude going into 2009 and just to hope for the best but prepare for the worst. 

Also, I should probably start my Christmas shopping pretty soon. I'm not looking forward to it at all.

When your world comes crashing down....Who...If anyone...Will stand by your side.

The Club Fart

Most of us including you females out there are guilty of it.  You're up in the club, you need to pass gas, so you wait till the opportune moment when the music is blasting and the bass is hitting hard to let it loose.  Of course after you do so, you have to quickly exit the area before anyone catches a whiff of it.

Well last night, I fell victim to the club fart.  I was standing there enjoying the music, sipping on my grey goose on the rocks when this sour odor hit my nose.  It didn't help that the ventilation was bad so the air was stuffy and humid with the sweat from all the drunken partiers.  It smelled like a true, sweaty, swamp ass fart mixed in with the B.O. that was already present in the air.  So powerful that I think I even tasted it and gagged on it for a second.  I looked around to try to discover the culprit, n' noticed that I was surrounded by girls.  Did one of these girls fart and hope that the only guy in the area would be the scapegoat???  So I made this disgusted face as I sniffed the air and looked around, hoping someone would notice how disgusted I looked.  My acting skills didn't pay off because I think that I was the only one that smelled it.  So yea...Gross.

Sunday

Sunday sucked.  Woke up with a hangover...again....Walked across the street in the rain to the nearest ABC mart to stock up on cookies and macadamia nut candy for my coworkers.  Got to the airport at around noon only to find out that our flight was delayed a few hours.  Didn't know what to do so we called up some girls that we met a few nights earlier and they picked us up from the airport n' took us around to kill some time.  We were amazed at how hospitable they were to us.  As a matter of fact, my friend asked one of them why they would go out of their way for out of towners.  She said she just likes doing good things for people in hopes that good things will happen to her.  Good philosophy, I wish more LA people had that mentality. 

Out of all the places to eat, they took us to this hole in the wall Pho joint that was packed with people.  It was probably the worst tasting pho that I've ever eaten.  I told them that when they come visit, I'll take them to Lil' Saigon and we could get some REAL pho.  After eating, we did a little more shopping before going back to the airport and flying home.  It was really depressing stepping back into reality.  It's only been a week and I want to go back already. 

Rest In Peace Garrett Ogushi -

Received some tragic news while I was on the plane.  Randy texted me telling me about how our friend Garrett passed away the night before, a victim of a hit and run accident on the 405.  The outpour of support from his friends and the community are a testament as to how good of a person he was.  It's been a great honor and privilege to have known him.

For those of you that knew him and haven't heard yet.  Here's the info for this weekend. 

*March 8, 2008
*Viewing @ 11am

*Harbor Church (www.theharborchurch.org)
*25401 Western Avenue
*Lomita, California 90717

Burial

*Green Hills Memorial (www.greenhillsmemorial.com)
*27501 South Western Avenue
*Rancho Palos Verdes, California 90275

Later that night
we are gonna go to Club Tatou to give out Garrett t-shirts in exchange for donations. All donations, including those collected, at the club are going to be donated to Garretts family for all service expenses.

For those interested in coming to the club please send first and last names of all guests attending to MargaritaGayon@gmail.com. We are working on a guest list for all of Garretts guests.

*Club Tatou
*333 S Boylston St
*Los Angeles, CA 90017