Last thursday night I had some wierd ass craving for kim chi fried rice. I was on some random pregnant lady feening type shit smh. I don’t even like kim chi, but for some reason I like it in fried rice. We hit up guppy house, and I ate what you see before you. This shit is a master piece, and worth talking about imo.
That plate below was a rendition of the smile I had on my face after eating my kim chi fried rice.
This past Saturday, Tammy threw me a birthday dinner. I never really gave a shit about my birthday. Its been this way for the last 27.93 years of my life. I’ve always been awkward as fuck, and having any celebration in my honor was something I was never down for. I usually just spend my birthdays with my girl, and 2 little brothers, and Im perfectly happy. I don’t really even care about getting a cake. Even when Im invited to other peoples birthdays parties I feel awkward. There is something about birthdays that I don’t really enjoy…I don’t know how to explain it. Normal people see it as a joyous day, hence the title “happy” birthday, but that shit depresses the fuck out of me. I guess deep down inside I’m really insanely afraid of death, and the death of others. Since it’s 2012 and some crazy shit may go down in December, where we all may be destroyed or enslaved by aliens, a god, or a mixture of both, I said what the heck… If death may be come that soon, might as well celebrate something, knock on wood. I let Tammy put together a dinner. She seemed so excited about it and I did it partially to make her happy. Im lucky as fuck to have a girl that loves me as much as she does. I told her to keep it small and simple. I didn’t want that shit hyped up, so she only invited family, or those that I usually spend my birthday with, doing the nothing which I enjoy immensely on my birthdays. We had dinner at my favorite japanese spot, mainly because of the service. They could be serving rocks, and I would still come here and eat. The dinner was good, and what I expected was gonna happened, happened. My other family members that weren’t invited to my birthday got butt hurt, from the power of social media smh. Grown ass people catching hurt feelings. Like I said, Tammy only invited those who I’m usually around with during my past birthdays, or those that I chill with every other weekend to just to catch a buzz, regular shit. This party was meant to be just a regular day, doing what I do every other weekend. The only difference was that it was in a restaurant rather than my apt, or in a garage. Just because a person wasn’t there, doesn’t mean that the person isn’t considered my family or a friend. I know who my family and friends are, and this dinner wasn’t meant to be a display of any of that. There were alot of people that weren’t at my dinner, that I consider close families and friends. If I was gonna have a legit party, everyone would of been invited, but I didn’t. I guess my mind works in ways different from others, and I value things in a different manner.
There weren’t many photos since my goal of getting drunk was successful. We killed like 5-6 pitchers of sapparo, and a bottle of hennessy XO. I don’t even remember how the food tasted that night, since everything tasted the same after a while. I do know that we ordered a shit load of food. The final bill was more than 6 bills, and thats not counting the bottle of XO. Tammy took care of the bill and didn’t let anyone pay. I told her before planning this that if were having this dinner, no one should be paying but us. Im not gonna have people come out for me, and have to pay. If someone invited me out for dinner, of course I would let them pay. But if we’re inviting someone out, that bill is on us regardless of the situation.
After getting a cake and having a birthday song sung to me like 3 times in english and japanese, I opened up the presents I got from my aunt Abby and Tammy. I honestly liked everything I got. One thing that stood out from the rest though was this hammer. I opened this shit and it made me laugh. Not because I’m a supreme fanboy or a carpenter. I haven’t owned anything supreme in like over 11 years. What got me was how ridiculous and pointless this gift was. That is why I love it. Tammy knows me better than I know myself, she knows that I like things that make no sense, do things just for shits and giggles, and buy things just cause it makes me laugh. This hammer was just that. Who the fuck needs a $80 hammer? This thing is funny as fuck. It just serves as a reminder of capitalism. I had a good time, and am happy Tammy planned it for me, cause I wouldn’t of ever done it for myself.
After we left the restaurant, it was back to the regular.
The next morning, I wasn’t hung over one bit. I didn’t even cry at all lol. I usually get wasted and start crying for some reason, near my birthdays, smh. If I knew that I would of been cool, I would of went on a bike ride. There was some huge biking event in LA that morning, but I didn’t bother going cause I thought I would be too hung over. I basically spent that day just chilling, and tammy and I got sam woo. Tomorrow will be my actually birthday, and I already feel the usual melancholy coming.
This shit did cheer me up though. I finally found someone selling my first dj mixer. This was the first mixer that I ever owned. My mom bought me this mixer as part of a turntable package from the old Music factory NY website back in 2000. I remember the whole setup being around $350 shipped. 2 lineartech belt drive turntables, this gemini pmx 120, cheap ass cartridges, and 2 free records. That setup skipped like a mother fucker, but I somehow learned how to do basic scratches and beat juggling on it. When I saw this mixer on ebay in decent shape and price, I had to bid. I won it at $21 bucks. Ill probably try putting a innofader in it, and hold on to it for my future kid or something.