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Archive for July 2012
The past weekend was pretty typical. Usually when there isn’t anything planned, I find shit to do. Life is too short to waste a perfectly good weekend. Started off saturday with a six course dumpling meal. This place was legit, and rivaled din tai fung in everything except the fried rice. Din tai fung makes my top 5 favorite fried rices, falling behind my grandmas. The rest of the day was spent running errands, bullshitting, and ended at home chilling with the olympics.
The next day we decided to go to universal studios. We got season passes and got a free pass in the mail, so we brought my little bro Ken. This was his first time at Universal Studios. This amusement park is hilarious in the sense that they basically are giving shit away. Buy 1 day and get the whole year free, 10-20% off everything at the park and citywalk with a annual pass, free passes for family in the mail, and so on. Too bad the park gets boring after 3-4 hours. The longest wait of the day was transformers, but it was still worth it. It’s the best ride in the park in my opinion. All other visits, I only waited about 10 mins for the ride, guess this weekend was busy. Last ride of the day was simpsons as seen below.
Afterwards we hit bucca on citywalk. We ordered a decent amount of food, but it was enough to get the attention of some white female bitches on the table next to us. Bitches made comments like, wow that so much food… how can they eat like that. I don’t give a fuck. Bitches sharing 1 small dish and salad between 6 people. I didn’t even know why those bitches were even in a italian restraunt. Go count calories somewhere else. I eat like playing video games, I’m trying to get the highest score in calories. But seriously though, we couldn’t finish all that food. Those bitches looked at our shit still hungry, like they wanted it, smh. Got 20% off with our annual pass. Gotta love universal for that!
Im a die hard 80′s and 90′s bmx supporter. But as of lately my little bro and uncles have been trying to get me into the new school. I would get texts telling me to go buy a bike, or telling me to stop being a pussy and go ride with them smh. I looked into it, but wit didn’t really interest me. Yesterday, I got a random text from my uncle telling me to go pick up “my” bike, and bring over a 12 pack. I was like WTF? Turns out my uncle bought me a bike since I wouldn’t pull the trigger and get one. Free is free, so I gratefully accepted. Basically traded him a 12 pack of blue moon for this bike.
The bike is a 2009 Stolen pinch. I think the bikes brand is truly literal. The back story to this bike is super sketchy, and the bike could of easily been stolen. Im always interested in the back story to anything I own. Turns out, my uncle saw a ad on craigslist for this bike. It was listed for $225, the poster kept dropping the price to about $145. That day when he looked at the ad again, the dude selling it, said he would barter for 3 grams of good herb. smh. My uncle did the math and 3 grams is about $150 retail, but it’s only $40 bucks his cost. So him and my bro went to south el monte to do the trade. The bike belonged to some asian tweeker, that looked like jimmy neutron from what I was told. After hearing this story I looked for the ad online, and saw that the wheels were unlaced in his photos. The bike was also disassembled. This fucken tweeker was probably so tweeked out, that he disassembled and reassembled the bike just for shits and giggles. Dude had so much energy that he was even able to re-lace the wheels. lol
Went on a ride the same night and ate shit. Never really rode a bike with no brakes, so I was riding and got clipped on my front wheel. I fell and ate shit. I got a huge scrape on my knee, scraped my left palm, and got a couple bruises. My wrists are also sore as fuck.
Shit like this hurts more when your older. When I was kid, things like this wouldn’t even phase me. I haven’t gotten scraped like this since I was 16. smh
I eat ramen at least 5 times a month. I only fuck with Shin-sen-gumi , or Daikokuya. Tonight was Daikokuya and I got the regular with a side of fried rice. They brought back their happy hour with $1.25 mugs of ichiban, and $5.00 pitchers! It’s also a dinner and a show. I get to watch fobby ass chinese snobs come in and be rude, then get put into place from the legit Japanese staff. The Japanese have rules and regulations, and these fobs think they can break it. “If your party is not all here, no you can’t sit first!”
I’ve been wanting a rhodes for a while. It’s always been a pipe dream, but today I realized that it’s possible. Why is it a pipe dream? It’s attainable. The only thing holding me back is that I can’t play the keys. I make shit happen, so if I end up copping this, I would be taking piano lesson shortly after. I can foresee my future.
This shit is bad. I would just have to learn the Mr. Roger’s theme or a Bob James’s Angela (Taxi theme). It would pay for itself just from playing those 2 songs. Really though, this is a fucken luxury item. Grown man shit.
Beat season begins tonight. Fuck the opening of the olympics saturday. Tonight is just as epic. I’ve haven’t made a beat in about 8 months. I was on a beat a day regiment but then burn’t myself out. Hopefully the hiatus was good for me. We will see tonight. I may of even forgot how to work logic. smh.