every thursdays is sushi night! my friends introduced me to this place a little over a year ago. its called CHOMP in the heart of downtown fullerton. the good thing about it is that you can eat all you want with just $20. also, food is prepared for you fresh and not served buffet-style. you dont want flys touching your food before you eat it. another plus is, the people there are nice looking. girls, guys, dress up and its usually the meeting place before going out to parties, clubs etc. we are pretty much regulars there and get comped for drinks and food here and there. recently, ive been trying to eat more and more, but i still havent yet defeated my old 60-piece record. last week, i did 44 pieces, but that was pushin it. my friend puts me to shame by eating 70 pieces with ease. and no, we are not fat.

so last week i said i was gonna do 4 plate deadlift. that shit looked scary tonight at the gym. because back when i was at my prime, my max was 4.5 plates. but im no where near my prime with all these injuries. i thought to myself, how the hell will a skinny guy like me be able to put up 4 plates? i guess my lower back has been loyal to me throughout my hiatus. so tonight, i put on 3 plates, did a couple to test out if i had enough juice for 4 plates. it felt easy. then went to 3.5 plates, did a couple more so i wouldnt waste my energy and thought i could go for more later. then my turn comes around again and i slap on 4 and bust out 2 reps. i think i couldve done 3, but my grip was slipping. like an idiot, i miss one side when putting back the weight. well at least i reached my goal. i feel stronger than what i think i am. i can now go out and fight people who dont like me.

couple weeks ago, i posted something naughty on my friend's myspace page and all my comments have been deleted from everyone since the day i signed up :(
this tells me that the myspace people do check for obscenity on myspace. now thats a job i would wanna do!

my sister bought this fortune book that has a fortune for everyone according to his/her bday. i dont believe in fortunes, the scary thing is, this book is right on the money. ive checked my friends and family and 95% of it is pretty true. crazy shit.

tonight i went to a xmas party at jackies house. its just like old high school times, but everyone is married or engaged except for me. its their life, but i woulndt get married this soon. theres always good food at her house. traditional american food and the bomb-ass deserts her mom makes fresh. and doing what traditional white families do, we played board games such as scattegories. now that is a fun game. one question that was asked was "something you shout out loud" and it had to start with a letter "K". and of course i wrote down "ku klux klan". that was a good 3 points right there. no wonder i won that round. we also had a "white elephant" gift exchange and basically everyone brings a cheap gift. the gifts are put in the center and everyone picks a number. not knowing who brought which gift, person #1 chooses a gift and opens it. person #2 gets to steal person #1's gift or choose a new gift from the pile. so just like 3 years ago, i brought edible underwear and bringing something like that to a mormon family is not really appropriate but somehow i pulled it off. this year i just had to do something similar so i brought a 5-pack of G-string underwear. i dint get in trouble this year though. i ended up getting a 3-pack of tuna and an olsen twin movie for myself.

friday night: desyn masiello at basic tore shit up. i think that this night will set other nights apart! i havent had so much fun with the house heads. lots of laughter till i cried. i came home to see my brother and his gf that had arrived from san jose. what a surprise.

saturday: went out with my family as usual to eat lunch. i hate chinese dim sum with a passion now. its just nasty. but i still love chinese entrees. just not the shit that is rolled on a cart around the restaurant. then the same shit happened where my sister talks badly how guys go clubbing and shit. i kept my mouth shut this time. i know i go clubbing for other reasons.

saturday afternoon: xmas shopping starts. randy and i go to the beverly center to buy shit for our families. shopping for girls is the hardest thing to do in the world especially for my sister. i never have luck with buying the right gift for girls in general. clothes is virtually impossible, perfume they have them all, jewlery is too out there, and us guys are left with nothing. i end up going to FCUK to buy my brother and his gf cool, meaningful shirts. the guy helping me is gay and since i was wearing a low cut shirt, i think he was checking me out. i like to play along and act really sociable to them at times like these. after, i think we walked the whole length of the mall 20 times and got most of our shopping lists fulfilled.

saturday night: randy and i went to pick up akash and head to a change of venue. i thought this night was the first night in 5 months that i would not step foot in any clubs, but no. tonight, we went to a western club i used to go to called montanas. oh the sight of tight jeans and small waists were back! it felt like home again and my musical roots were brought back. busted some steps on the maple floor and took some candid pics as we had 3-5 coronas each in 45 min. pretty much faded as we left. continued to fuck around at the 24 hour walmart, bought pizzas and fucked around at akash's house as randy was passed out. what a birthday celebration.

sunday: went to more malls to find the last gifts. my sister and i went from orange county to la county, then to the valley. so 3 counties, 4 malls. south coast plaza, brea, puente hills, then glendale. fuck that parking shit mother afucakdkf afea;j. im tired.