Forgot I had this site still…until yahoo kindly reminded me I had to pay for it. Thanks yahoo smh. Alot of shit is different since I was posting regularly, but really alot of shit is pretty much is still the same. So I don’t really know what to write. I wish I could write about how big my new mansion is, how fast my new lambo is, or how shiny my grammy is, but I can’t. At least Im alive, and healthy.

Oh well… Hopefully I’ll get in the habit of posting more. WordPress is on like 3.5.1, Im super behind. Moving on…  Here is a dope youtube beat making/singing video or what ever the fuck you call it, Im feeling. I posted this same broad like 3 posts down. Guess she still making dope shit.

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I haven’t posted here in about a month. Probably during the thanksgiving holiday ill take a hour or 2 and do a series of updates with photos. Things been busy and random as fuck!

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I got this flying lotus collectors vinyl and poster from the homey Raney on wednesday. He gave me these for my birthday. Nice ass gift!

That day for lunch, Joel and Raney also took me out to lunch for my belated bday. We went down to Uruapan. This place is tasty as fuck, but I only been here like three times. This is a truly legit mexican restaraunt. Before I came here, the closest shit I had to real mexican food was albertos/alfredos, or tamales at walmart. I ordered the same shit I order every time, some bacon wrapped shrimp with cheese and spicy mole sauce. The lunch was great, I couldn’t of been happier that day.

Today, was a rainy day and chilly day. I’ve been waiting for rain. I love rain. The climate is so fucked up that it’s still hot as fuck even though it’s already fall smh. I checked the weather and the rain is going away, and the rest of the week will be in the 80′s again. I enjoyed this gloomy day the best I could.

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As I’m typing this at 3:49 am, my birthday has officially passed. After doing an evaluation of my last 27 years of life, I’ve realized that 28 isn’t so bad. I have a good life, and there is no doubt about that. I’m not even gonna sweat myself about being older, as long as I’m healthy, living decently, and others that I love have the same. Whatever 28 brings, I’ll take it on, as I have previous years. As I looked back, a lot of fucked up shit already happened. It’s been pretty daym stressful some years. I’m still here able to take what life brings, so that means something. I ain’t no sucker, or chump, son! lol

The evening before my birthday, Tammy and I got some Hat. I could of ate anything that night, but this is honestly all I wanted. I was highly pleased with my choice.

Right when it hit 12 am that night, Tammy gave me another present smh. I was surprised, but honestly pissed. I told her to not buy me anything for my birthday in the first place. She gave me presents that saturday, and I went along with it, and was already grateful and happy as fuck. But now there was another present, meaning more money she spent when she didn’t have to. I would of just been happy with a big mac or some shit that night lol. I didn’t need another gift. She brought out a big ass blank box that has been sitting in the kitchen floor that whole day. She told me it was just trash earlier, so I didn’t give it much attention. My gift was in there the whole time. When I finally gave in and opened the box, it was a white Maschine 2. I was already planning on buying one this month for myself to take along with me on a trip overseas with my bro (that will be explained more in it’s own entry, since it’s so daym epic). Tammy read my mind or some shit! I was looking at buying the maschine 1 mikro, she got me the maschine 2 full size. This shit was just released last week. Turns out she pre ordered it at guitar center across the street from us, and it got shipped in from alanta 2 weeks ago. It was probably one of the first maschine 2′s that the guitar center here got in. Tammy is crazy, she goes hard as hell in the paint lol. I got her to tell me what she paid for it, cause I don’t like getting ripped off. She got it during a sale week, and what she paid including tax was actually cheaper than what I saw it for on amazon. I was so proud at that for some reason.

The next day I took the day off for my bday, and spent it with Tammy. We got lunch at kim kee, basically for the nostalgia. Afterwards we drove around and did random shit, we probably hit up 5 different cities.

Before heading home, we visited my grandparents to drop off some things we bought them that day. We chilled there for a while watching  the BET awards with my bro Ken. Commerical Hip Hop isn’t that bad these days. Not sure if it’s getting better, or I’m just tolerating it more…I also got a package there that day that I picked up. It was a black faceplate for the sh-dj1200 dmc mixer I got weeks back. I got this shit for dirt cheap after negotiating with some dude selling it on ebay. I convinced him to just sell me the faceplate for 20 bucks shipped. That was a epic deal. Sometimes I surprise myself, all you really got to do is just ask sometimes. The faceplate came in better condition than I expected. Only thing wrong was a couple scratches that could be solved with a sharpie, and some peeling clear coat. If I was really compulsive I would get this thing re sanded with a new clear coat sprayed, but there is no point in that. I swapped the faceplate into the mixer right when I got home. Looks way nicer than silver! Gloss black on gold is classy as fuck lol. Now I really have the mixer I always wanted back in the day.

I also fucked around with the Maschine that night. This thing is pretty as fuck lol. It took me a while of getting used to, but I’ve learned enough to get me around for now. I’m glad youtube has a shitload of tutorials, cause this things is way different from the mpd and logic im used to. Im planning on learning everything I can with the Maschine as a standalone, and then using it along with logic. Hopefully I can grind out some decent sounding music. I’m giving my mpd 26 to my bro Ken, so there is no going back. I have to learn this thing.

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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.

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