Dear Life...

It's time to re-start.

I miss the PUSO fam. I didn't even need haterade back then... What happened to me?

Obama plug.

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WM in the car.

There is now a PUSO Day?

After our GILAS presentation at last week's find meeting, I was able to re-connect with the current PUSO e-board at Stony Brook University. I now know that I am unable to identify any of the current membership, thus making me officially "old".

Several e-mails have been exchanged and I am now invited to speak to the current membership about GILAS at what is now called "PUSO Day" on February 22nd. Can you imagine that? Stony Brook now has a day devoted to PUSO. What a long way from the fledgling days of Tomas Trinidad in 1994. As far as invitees go, Steve and Ann are both invited to speak as well. They both served as president of PUSO in 2005 and 2006 respectively.

As I look back on my days in the club, I remember the great times and my amazing friends. I also remember the nightmare of dealing with the bureaucratic red tape to release our budget in time for PUSOFest and FIND weekends. It all came screaming back with that one invite to talk to the newest members of the family.

I have always looked at it that way ever since I was a freshman back in 2000. Although I did not feel fully part of the family until a period of time; once I did, it was dope. Many goals were set and there are too many accomplishments to mention, but I am so proud to be part of something that has grown to such proportions.

During my senior year, I could not have survived leading the organization if it were not for Christine, my VP and founder of the original PDC; Lovelyn, my secretary who finished my sentences before I even had the chance to think them up; and Brian, my treasurer who managed to pull off crazy things with our limited budget. These guys were my trusted e-board. Every task I could not complete myself, I delegated to them and they found ways to get it done. There was my cabinet of quad reps and special offices created just so more people could get involved. They made the club what it is today. Even the membership...they displayed solidarity and strength at every event and repped us and eachother to the fullest. For that I am so thankful.

Going back, I remember there was a PUSO Friendster, the PUSO Xanga, the MySpace...and now currently a Facebook group. Ahh to go back to those days! Well, I clicked around and I found my last message on my last day of finals at Stony Brook... Tear.

and so it ends...

props to everyone for making the 10th anniversary year of PUSO the best one ever!!

to the current e-board and cabinet: we did it. we set the base for the next 10 years so be proud of that. without you guys, these events, meetings, parties, and roadtrips wouldn't happen.

to next year's e-board and cabinet: be prepared for a long and interesting journey. i'm really excited for all of you and i'm glad that i'm leaving the club in excellent hands. i will definitely be watching!

to the members of PUSO: yeah, we became a family over the course of the year and i'm happy to say that i can call each and every one of you a friend. rolling to FIND 30+ deep was something that was really exciting to see. there is no doubt in my mind that you guys will be able keep up the participation, the creativity and friendships that i have seen this past year.

to the founder of PUSO, Tomas Trinidad: if it wasn't for you, none of this would be happening. you set the stage for the Filipino prescence here at stony brook. thank you for coming to the bbq and hanging out with us crazy youngns.

you have all seen me at my worst and at my best. throughout all my yelling and screaming, my drunkeness, etc...you've all stuck by me no matter what. it has been a great year and i'm sad to be leaving at this point. you all made me want to be a freshman again so i can enjoy what's coming to all of you in the future.

i've never been this passionate about an organization and i'm glad to find people just as passionate or even more so than i am. it's been a trip.

good luck guys, i love you all! this is your prez, signing off...

JD Generoso

PUSO President (#10) 2003-2004

PUSO Secretary 2002-2003
FIND D3 Co-secretary 2002-2003
PDC 2002, 2003, 2004

"live it. love it. be it."

I'm going back to Stony Brook. I wonder what that will be like...

Hood rich birthday.

Happy 25th Lats!

Dear Lats on your 25th year of existence,

I still have not forgiven you for the time you could not "turn on" your camera when I had Vanessa Minnillo in my arms at the Maxim party we went to back in 2005. The only proof I have is your word and the memory of her supple body pushed up against mine. Here is to hoping you've learned to work your camera since.

Regards,

JD of Fedora Crew, MySpace hollering division.

Best e-mail this week.

Can't hate on a picture compilation ciculated around this week.
My fellow Elmhurst head and my best friend, Lats.
Mike.
Miguel.
Marty.
Kenny.
LJ.
Jesse.
WM! Vince.
And a nice safe one of me on my 24th birthday.

The desktop screenshot.

I am one vain mofo.

All-knowing.

I'm a good guy. Approachable, friendly, sociable, even loveable.

So it's no surprise that friends constantly come to me for advice about their issues. What's surprising is how people I'm not even close to now contact me for advice. Word got out that I am all knowing Yoda. Tonight I just got caught up in the dramatics of a relationship that I have no vested interests in. Sup with that? And now I wasted my night trying to console, confirm, reassure friends that are ready to jump off a bridge in the next hour.

But because I am a good friend, I gave some valuable words of wisdom that even I was surprised I was even able to think of it.

"He's a puddle in a bucket because of you."
"Yeah, and I'm the one who'll kick that bucket over..."

3-way birthday aka Stony Brook PUSO Alum reunion.

Birthday girl Christine, me and Michele.

Cindy, Eunice and Lorraine.
Spud and Pudgie.
Pandanggo sa ilaw.

Birthday cake.

Happy Birthday Once Again!

We all gained some weight didn't we?

Then...

Now...

College wouldn't have been as fun as it was if it wasn't for these fools. It was deffo a great idea for us to get some grub and catch up last night!

Bling!

I think I should make a carreer switch. Since everyone trusts me to recommend venues and make reservations, I think I can handle being an event planner. Lately, I've been getting requests to help plan parties and use my contacts and connections to get things poppin'.

Me plan a poppin' party? Sure. With my best friend's 25th birthday party coming up soon, I, along with his wifey, have formulated a plan to surprise the heck out of him for his big 25th. This will involve a stretch Hummer, a 40 oz. in a brown paper bag and a midget stripper. Theme? "Hood rich." After all we're from Elmhurst aka Da 'Hurst. Streets is tough, son.

We'll see how this goes...

Keep it going. #2.

In the spirit of keeping blogs alive...

Courts just got in on the game. WOOT!

itsdesignrelated.com

"The ultimate sausage-fest."

Two hours late for the reservation. Check.

Cuban cigars from DR. Check.

All of the guys in one place at the same time, all in suits. Check.

30th Birthday boy yakking at the end of the night. CHECK!

"When are you girls coming? We got 11 dudes and one girl!!! COME!"

Miami 2007.

My latest trip had me end up down in sunny Miami, Florida. The beach was gorgeous, the women were ridiculous, and the food was memorable. I ventured down with Mike and Vince and as usual, we had a sick time. Good laughs and good company is all I ask for these days. More and more, I am finding myself wanting a life outside of New York.

I am heading toward my career goals, my charity work is gaining momentum and I am in a right mindset to finally get my MBA. So thanks to Miami and the Bay Area for helping me make the most of my time away from NYC. It is time to break the bubble.

EOD's latest birthday.

If the past few weeks have been any indication...the whole crew is going to need to be carried out!

Hulkmania, 40 oz., and the Hamptons.

My first week as a 25 year old man has just concluded and it has been one helluva roller-coaster. Las Sunday night I was a bit in the dumps for various reasons even though I had an excellent opportunity arise from my GILAS project. I just felt like hating the entire world and I had nobody to blame for any of my problems, not that I had any. That Monday I turned 25, I really had no reason to celebrate other than the fact my famz took me out to dinner at one of my favorite Cuban restaurants in Queens. That was all I wanted, a nice dinner with some good drinks and awesome food. If you ever have the chance, the chuletas at Cabana on Austin St. are top notch.

I had the big parties and had the elaborate foreign trips for my previous birthdays. Something about this year just made me want to lay low and have my birthday quietly pass by. Everyone said that 25 was a milestone and kept prodding me to plan a big shindig like I did for my 23rd birthday when my party got raided by the cops (for being too wild?). Anyway, I couldn't be bothered with planning a party because I was too busy with work and side projects and balancing all of that with my daily routine of the gym and social life. It was just another day to me.

But what I did plan was a weekend back in the Hamptons because of my previous experience earlier this summer. I had to make my way out at least once more and soak in the experience while ballin' on a budget. Endless e-mails, several reservation changes, almost everyone dropping out or changing their minds last minute...I could have just planned a party and told everyone to show up at one place at one time on one night and it would have been easier than a weekend out on the beach.

So that's what I had expected. Dinner with my family and a weekend in the Hamptons with a handful of friends. That is until Mo and Danica wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday. I told them I'd be free the Wednesday after my birthday and even planned to go see Swizz Beatz spin in SoHo after dinner. They refused to tell me where they were taking me but they told me to dress up. At this point, I was already suspicious but I played along.

Hmm. There were signs but I started to piece it together. I was accidentally included in an e-mail planning "something" for me. It could have been a gift or the actual dinner itself, I had no clue but I took it as it was and put it in the back of my mind. Then the Saturday before, drunken Mike spilled the beans and said he'd see me on Wednesday at dinner. DING! The guys were going to be at the dinner. Drunk Mike just spills everything, it's the best.

HA! I caught them... but as Wednesday rolled around, I decided to "test" the boys and ask them what they were doing that night. I had all sorts of answers and diversions. It even crossed my mind to "cancel" because I was "sick" and see what they'd say to cover up the secrets. Well, they played the game well and even had Lats call me after I left the office to invite me somewhere Midtown for drinks. I smartly declined and told him I had dinner plans and wouldn't be free until after that. Sneaky sneaky...

Surprise me they did. I knew the guys would be there, but I wasn't expecting the Stony heads to be standing there too. They had some of my closest college friends come and surprise me for my 25th!! So my jaded, sarcastic, smart-alecky self was actually surprised after all that.

As for the dinner itself... There was a LOT of sangria, mojitos, double shots of horsemen, wisemen and everything in between. As people started leaving dinner, the fellas made it a point to keep me out all hours of Wednesday night and keep it gangsta by drinking 40s on the sidewalk in the middle of SoHo. Talk about throwback. I haven't sipped on a 40 in a long ass time. At one point in the middle of the night, I got paid back with all the slappin' I handed out the past few months...I managed to walk around the village shirtless after ripping off my tanktop Hulk Hogan style...and I stepped up to a very pretty girl as she was having dinner with her very big bulk of a man she called her boyfriend. I don't call it liquor, I call it liquid courage.

I will let the pictures do the talking.

SURPRISE!
The face I was practicing for when I get surprised.

Scrapbook reading.
Nancy's gift.
Yes, that is a candle.

Lats and me, the Elmhurst boys.

Danica, Mo and Annie, the organizers of the whole night.
Stony girls.


That wasn't a candle, that's a firecracker.
40s.
Almost all my boys. Can we photoshop LJ, Vince and Marty in here?


"I know Kenny Choi and I can prove it."
Kung Fu fighting.
I apparently lost to the Korean.
Hulk SMASH!

All that was just one night of last week. We'll get into the other nights another time, but you can see the rest of the pictures (these aren't even the embarrassing ones.) on my MySpace.

Troublemaker.

Why do I always get into trouble whenever all the boys are out at one time?