20.

my birthday was wednesday, june 10th.

me and friends went to an "asian-fusion" restaurant called, "equator cafe".

the old town pasadena is always crackin, except for rainy wednesdays like june 10th, 2009.

it was good though, in the midst of all the craziness that was going on inside my little apartment bedroom, i felt like i needed to get the F out of it and celebrate once in a year free pass to get plastered and be on top of the world. 

literally.

first, we had appetizers, edamame, and some yummy dumplings with special soy sauce. 

then the entree. mine was called "wasabi-crusted fillet mignon". sixteen bucks. yikes. 

despite the price tag on a piece of cow and some onion rings,  it was worth it.

twenty-1 is going to be a whole different story. 

20 is plenty.... for now!

fuck

FUCK.

one page of "how-to" takes a whole fucking day.

and its now tuesday. class thursday.

i have one done. (almost.)

FML

yum

hello world,

this coffee tastes really good.

and brother ali never sounded better at 340am.

"struggling to sleep" is my excuse to finish these renderings before class tomorrow.

not much has been up, except missing friends and family. 

i was playing basketball at a local park near an elementary school. 

the time was around 3pm, where little kids run out the school, into their moms' mini-vans. 

i stood and reminisced about my elementary days, playing soccer, ditching after-school academy, sitting in front of an arcade video game box playing "street fighter 2" for hours, until mom came whooping my ass.

this blog was the most pointless

great success.