Ok...I lied. I didn't go anywhere. I ran a few errands here and there. So...surprisingly, I have nothing to say.

Finally, project #1 is in effect. We are finally destroying the room downstairs and renovating it into a new room with a patio. So please excuse our dust.

Screw this. I don't want to waste my time blogging. I'm going to pick up a few friends and get the hell outta here...

I was just on my way to sleep but I decided to check my email. To my surprise, I found mail with an obvious intent to intimidate me. I didn't need to think twice about who it was. I didn't know and I sure as fuck don't care. Although the english was mediocre, I knew that it meant one thing. It's sad that people have to stoop that low to try to make me question my thoughts and ethics. I'm not going to retaliate by typing bullshit on this blog. That'll only fuel the fire. Those who know me well enough, know that I'm better than that. I'm not going to find out who wrote that trash. I have more important things to tend to.

Let's get a few things straight...Me, conceited? Anything but. Although these entries reflect my life, I don't go off saying how cool I am or some other dumb, egotistical shit like that. I don't praise myself. "I know who you are." Great...Big deal. If you really knew who I was, then you wouldn't need to send shit like that. Oh, it's nice to know that you had to get another email address to send me that bullshit. That's brave. Damn, criticism is one thing, but if you don't like my shit, then don't smell it. Haters don't mean a thing to me. I don't have any beef with anyone, nor do I want any. Don't tell me who the fuck I am. Judge me for my character...and get a life.

There's nothing to really worth mentioning today. Work was terribly slow and I made $15 tonight. That certainly supassed my expectations. Anyway, since today was pretty uneventful, I'll blab about yesterday, just like I promised.

I peeled myself off my bed at 7am to get myself ready. My youth ministry is raising funds for a trip to Toronto. We plan to attend World Youth Day 2002 and meet the Pope. Interesting adventure, eh? Anyway, the whole thing was a complete success...at least in my eyes anyway. Since I wait on tables for a living, everyone thought that I should be the head waiter and make sure all of our guests were having a satisfactory experience. Ugh...I closed the night before, and I had to wake up and serve tables again. Hey, I shouldn't really complain, after all, this will pay off in the near future. Anyway, it was a lively morning and it was real nice to see some old faces again. After being beat up at the fundraiser, I sped back to Selle's place for her dance rehearsal again...

I can sleep better knowing that Chriselle's debut will be great. Despite a few understandable tardies and absences, the whole thing ran like clockwork. Everyone pulled together and made the whole thing look so elegant. I know that we, as her entourage, could pull it off.

After practice, Jane and Jerms told us about GOSPELITE. So we decided that we (Selle's royal court) will meet at BOBA WORLD. I've always heard the hype from Aileen. After experiecing it for myself, she has every right to praise it. I had a great time with the lively music, the entertaining (but meaningful) skits, and the stimulating lecture. I actually picked up something useful from him.

You should not be yourself based on your abilities.
You should not be what other people say about you.
You should not be yourself based on what you own.
You are what God has done and what He says you are.

God created you, so He knows your true beauty and value. There is nothing to prove to anyone. Nobody else's opinions should matter to you. Expensive possesions only get you a "wow!". They don't you get friends or anything like that.

It was one of those days where I felt good to exist. I felt good vibes from the the people and the whole event. For once, religion wasn't being force fed to me. I'm considering a membership in their drama team. It's something I've always wanted to try.

DON'T BELIEVE OR CARE WHAT ANYONE ELSE THINKS OR SAYS ABOUT YOU. IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER AT ALL...

Eh...today was so cool...It was one of those good-to-be-alive type days. I'll elaborate tomorrow. I'm beat. =\

Oh...my twin just started blogging check him out...

Tonight, was another day in the work force. Yet again, tonight was a terrible tip night. I used to ask..."Is it just me, or are people cheap?" Sadly, today confirmed my fear. PEOPLE IN GLENDALE ARE JUST FUCKING CHEAP SHITS! My shift even started fucktabulous too. I thought I'd go to the mall and shop for an hour before my shiff so I left the house a little before 3:00. By the time I got to ISLANDS, I realized how absent-minded I am. I neglected to take my work uniform with me. As a result, I had to leave and head for home again. I thought that my shopping trip was going to be scrubbed. I ended up having to eat at work and I rushed to the back to get changed. My shift was supposed to start at 4:30. I was so proud of myself for getting changed so quickly. I went to the head host's desk and was ready to report my existence. To my utter dismay, I saw that I was supposed to be at my section at 5:15. I rolled my eyes and went to the back cussing under my breath. "Fuck this, I'm going to the mall and I'm definately buying something." I muttered. I changed out of my uniform and stormed out and and across Broadway Avenue. I ended up killing time and bought two shirts from GAP. Ahhhh...Shopping is somewhat theraputic isn't it?

Funny thing happened at work tonight. I really believe that all of the freaks come out at night. There was a couple that was on a date and of course we all know that no one wants to be cheap when wooing a potential lover. The guy was so slick! He let the girl order first. She just ordered our house burger, the "Big Wave" with cheese. I asked the guy what he wanted to order and he went straight for the kiddie menu. 'How big are these portions? They come with fries, right?" I politely informed him that I couldn't charge him for the child price for the obvious reasons. One of which was his receeding hairline. It turns out that he "lost his appetite" at such a convenient moment. Is there a love doctor in the house?

I learned a new term today at work: duck butter...For those who are easily offended by jokes referring to genitalia, then this blog ends here. If this term intriuges you...then please read on.

Duck butter...I was at the bar wiping up the counter and a co-worker asked me if I knew what the phrase meant. She told me that duck butter is...(here goes) the sweat between a guy's scrotum and thigh. Colorful language isn't it?

I think I will leave this as a final thought of the night.

I can't believe it's not butter!

It turns out that my tips tonight was as shitty as my service. I was totally off today. Luckily, there were no assholes to put up with tonight. Although, the night turned out to be a total bust, I've had plenty of visitors to remind me that I'm not that bad. Well, I'm not going to complain about the measly $55 dollars, but that shift a total waste of my time.

Numerous people think I'm some rich guy because of my Palm Pilot...WHY? Since when does a handheld computer define my monetary status? So what If I own a Palm Vx? During my unecessary and impromptu break, some old friends ran into me at the mall and saw me tinkering with my Pilot and relentlessly accused me of being rich. I saved money for it for Christ's sake. It's not like I woke up with $400 on my crotch and decided to buy it. Shit...call me rich then. I don't care. People just leave money for me on tables, that's all...

Last night, I went out again. Although I bitch that I'm such a night owl, this time, I just vegetated at Ronnell's house with Chriselle. We ended up curling up in his living room and made it a blockbuster night. It was weird because I just realized that I'm still friends with Ron. He's the longest friend I've ever had. There was a break in our friendship as we grew up but I mean I've known this guy for 14 years...my first friend. God showed me how fortunate I am by gracing me with good friends. You all know who you are...

That's it for now. I have work...bleh...I hope tips are decent tonight...

Do you ever feel powerless? I know I can help people, but what am I supposed to do when I feel like the situation out of my hands? I know that there are so many ways to solve a problem. If I'm one of them, God forbid that I fail. Sometimes, all I can offer is a dollar to lend, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, or a gut to punch...but I feel as if I was of no help to the problem. Where do the ones that help people turn to when they need help? For now, all I can do is pray...

Don't take life for granted. Step back, and think how many lives and ideas you have influenced and affected by just being yourself. Many people have inspired me to go beyond my limits and expectations. I never realized how much I made a difference until someone said, "I love you kuya."

"You can see the invisible...you can do the impossible...you have faith..."

I just came from miniature golfing with some friends. I haven't dont that in a while. In fact, I've never played at night. Anyway, I've had many firsts. Get this: I've been living here for 14 years and I've never been to our trademark Italian restaurant. We'll just call this place "Bianca" to protect my location. The food was divine. It was an orgasmic experience for my palette. Thanks Selley! It was also fun to get to hang out with Jane for once. Both of us were "Bianca" virgins. hahahaha...

Crap...I need to get up in about 5 hours. I know I know...I'm being a nightcrawler again. If you don't like it, go eat a sock.

Wait...another thought decided to show itself. Damn, I'm doing that night owl shit again...Ugh...

Don't ask me why, but Starbucks seems like it has its own subtle sophistication. I mean, it's little store for crying out loud. Wouldn't one feel so chic in a place like that? I'm such a dork. Anyway, it dawned on me that there were infants running around the little coffee scented room at 10:40pm. What the hell are these parents thinking? Maybe that's why I'm such a nightcrawler...

Why is it much easier to go on outings in a spontaneous manner rather than plan things? I find that it's difficult to follow through with plans. Anyway, it amazing the way boredom leads a person to do irrational, stupid and potentially dangerous things! Tonight, I was foolish enough to walk into the "Pasadena Insane Assylum" grounds. I don't really know the actual name of the area, but according to local stories, that's the name that I was able to derive. Ronnell was the one who had suggested the cursed destination. Don't get me wrong, all the fear that was felt was not his fault. He was not the one insisting that we go into the damned buildings. It was one of his brave, but VERY stupid friend who wanted to see what the whole thing was all about.

EVERYTHING MENTIONED AFTER THIS POINT IS NOT EXAGGERATED:

I have never been scared to be in my own skin. This was a fear greater than those movies and reality shows. This was the real shit. No edits, directors, scrpits, or actors...just me pissing in my pants. Ron's friend was the "tragic hero" that wanted to see what this place had to offer. "What exactly did I see?" you ask. The walls were riddled with "666" and other devil worshiping insignia. One wall said, "Christianity is the greater evil." Another said, "Death to all those who disturb me." There were tattered clothing and old blankets lying everywhere, choking in dust. They seemed as dead as the people who were there before us. I sensed the evil in one of buildings. It seemed like a warning. Then the dumbass (Ron's friend) wanted to go and see for himself. I told him that I felt strong and negative vibes. The feeling told me that we could not trek into this building. His hard-headedness lead us to enter. I was right on the money. The floors were caved in and all that I was able to see was 3 decending floors offering nothing but a cold, unholy darkness. At this point, I wanted to head back before we were seen. "Don't be a pussy!" the moron retorted. "Fuck you! You are what you eat, right? I wanna get the fuck out of here already. No more..." I responded. We toured 3 different buildings. At the end, we searched around for more. We swore we had seen a head that was sitting on some sort of box. We were convinced that it was real hair. It certainly was. They didn't have the balls to approach it any closer but it was certain that it was a wig. We did not want know if the head was actually real. Finally, fear paralyzed the brave and foolish soul. We headed back in relief...and a big hurry. As we returned to the entrance, another group of adventurers wanted to brave the area. They thought that we were some gang that got really pissed off so they went running. We were able to stop them and testified to what we had just experienced. As dumb as this sounds, the group became larger and wanted to go in for a second time, but this time I didn't join the safari of horror. Fortunately, a member from the other group was unwilling to go. So we talked...

Now that I think about it...there was a lot at stake. I risked getting caught for trespassing. I risked my life, because from the looks of the place, it looked like an initiation ground for the local gangs. How stupid was I to get myself into this mess? It's okay, because this entry is evidence that I am okay and still a bit shaken...

Never go to a place where you are unwilling to go...Sleep Tight.

I found some down time to update a little bit. Right now I'm at Ronnell's house. A good friend of mine. Anyway, being the teeny bopper that I am, I woke up early to head for Tower to get my Celebrity CD that I had preordered about 2 weeks ago. Let me tell you, their new reinvented sound shouldn't go unnoticed. I'm a fan of music, that's all; just music. I don't really have that much of a discriminating taste. I'm not that ignorant.

My house is in dire need for groceries. I haven't eaten at ISLANDS for a while. I mean, I work there for God's sake! I guess there's no better place to eat for half price. I had to settle to eat the food that I sell each day that I work. YUCK. Poo-poo on me...

I hope that my manager gave me the days off that I really need. I can seriously use a vacation. It's not that I hate working, stress shouldn't be a prerequisite to an out of town experience. If I didn't mention already, I'm not going to Hawaii or Orlando. The affordability whittled away the "exotic-ness" of the family vacation. The final destination will be Catalina Island and San Diego for a week. There's no need to bitch over it. I'm grateful that I'm fortunate to even have a vacation destination this year. Better luck next time Mark.

Ahhhh...Patience has allowed me to perservere once again. I FINALLY got the link colors the way I wanted them. Damn, I made the whole thing much more complicated than it really was. Slowly, but surely I'm personalizing this whole blog to MY liking. Thanks for the troubleshooting Aileen and Jared, thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll try to make this place as aesthetically pleasing as possible without going over the edge.

I wonder how Ate Daphne is doing at Walt Disney World...I hope she's having the time of her life.

...as her back was turned, we started throwing grass at her while she directed. To our demise, she turned around for some unknown reason. Just before she noticed our jeering, I started throwing grass straight up into the air like confetti. "Yay!" I nervously yelled, with a fake ass smile."Oh thank you! Thank you!" she said as the ENTIRE choir was laughing behind her. The three of us had to bite our hands to avoid bursting at the seams. We laughed so hard that we had to voluntarily vacate the area. We ran to the side of the building and collapsed in insane, lung crushing laughter. After catching our breath, we held our composure and sat in our original places, fighting the giggles.

Before the actual concert, we made a boba run for the kiddies that we knew. It seemed to calm a few nerves. I'm telling you...there's something about that boba.

During the concert, there was a massive grass genocide. Everytime there was a soloist that we knew, we all felt compelled to use the grass as confetti. The crowd just loved our antics.

Friend: "Hey Mark! Where are you guys sitting?"
Me: "You see that bald spot over there?"

There was a magic show after the concert and the mini production of The Wizard of Oz. It was nice to sit under the stars with old friends. We all welded together trying to share one blanket on the grass. Just sitting there felt really good. I think I needed that time to spend with some friends. I felt so free for a change. All of us laughing and analyzing all of the tricks...you can't compete with the simple things in life. Now that's some low budget fun.

Okay...now about today/yesteraday (7/23):
Some idiot decided to trim a palm tree right next to the parking lot of Capri. I had parked there because The driveway was baracaded by severed the branches of the tree. The dumbass didn't think that he may very possibly hit my car. I actually had to drive onto the sidewalk and down the bike ramp. I even had on-lookers gawking at my skillful driving, but I guess it's better to be an on-looker than roadkill. What the fuck was this guy thinking? Who hired this moron?

At work Dan, a coworker, said something that I think that I needed to hear. He said that I was a "good kid." At work, I often the butt of jokes because of the fact that I don't "socialize the way they do" and that I'm a "bible banger." He said that he admires me and what I do. I always say that he's my "hero," but he responded that I was his. Interestingly enough, he's the one of the few people on the team who praise my life outside of work. Thanks Dan. Although my endorphin levels may have been low today, I appreciated your kind words. I needed them.

I guess that's my day in a nutshell...a very large nutshell.

I hope I get the links to look the way I want them...Until then, I'll be getting my CELEBRITY CD. Yeah. Yeah. I'm a teeny bopper at heart. So screw me...

Now that I have some time for myself, I can finally enter some things that I wanted to say. Yesterday (7/22) was one of those "low budget fun" days. After a frustrating, but very productive, dance rehearsal we decided to take the ERHS Concert Choir members to Eagle Rock park to meet their call time. They were naturally late because, let's face it...Who really wants to be on time for Miss Lee? She really shot the choir straight to hell after I had graduated in 2000. Anyway, that's a whole other sob story. The even that the choir was getting ready for was "Concerts in the Park." This was another native Eagle Rock ritual that the community takes part in, only this time the Concert Choir was invited to entertain the locals.

Martin, Selle and I took our spot in the grass. Where else but front and center? The choir began to disperse across the stage and settled into their assigned positions. As the choir jumbled onstage, their oh-so-great director stood in front of them. Since oh-so-great director was directing the oh-so-great choir, the wench had her back turned. Our inate reaction: PELT MISS LEE WITH OUR SNOW CONES.

I'll continue in a bit...*Nsync is on Leno....SHHHHHH!!!!

I just viewed Chriselle's brand spankin new blog. We've done it again...we are so alike sometimes, that it's scary.

Too tired to blog. I had a really "gooooooood" day today...more details tomorrow. Don't like it? Go eat a sock.

There was some sort of muscle car show on Brand and that was supposed to be good for business, but customers were cheap as fuck tonight. The restaurant was SLAMMED with hungry and impatient patrons. I didn't even make the 15% I'm supposed to make. My first tip of the night was from 4 Armenian teens (I'm not bringing any racial implications here...). They're bill was $26.22 and they left me $27. The change was my tip. THANKS A LOT YOU CHEAP SHITS! That really screwed me over. The rest of the night I've been getting 10% tips. To everyone who tipped 10%...YOU'RE ALL CHEAP SHITS TOO! It's not like that I was being a craptacular server or anything like that. I was totally on the mark tonight. I didn't make a single mistake. Dammit, why can't people dig a little deeper when it comes to eating out? As a customer you don't have to cook or clean. You have a slave there for you granting your every inane command! Oh, I never recovered from the shitty-tip syndrome. WHAT? ME? BITTER? Damn skippy...

Well, tonight wasn't a total loss. I've had some visitors to cheer me up here and there. Rockie and Toni came early in my shift and greeted me. After my break, Jobi came with her sister and cousin. They really put a smile on my face for a brief moment in my shit-tastic shift. Friends are ALWAYS fatty tippers =). Thanks guys.

Tomorrow is a new day and I need to get ready to dance again. I hope EVERYONE makes it this time. Being in a Debut is a real honor. It's a shame that a few people on the court don't recognize that. If I knew that these people weren't commited, I would have had Chriselle fire them so quick...

Until tomorrow...I'll be bumpin my new City High self-titled album. Good Night...

~*What would you do? I'd get up off mah feet...*~

Damn, I slept in again. I really need to start getting up earlier. My circadian cycles are all out of wack. I actually don't have any tales to tell this time. Hopefully, something extraordinary will happen during work...

Tonight was a really good night in terms of tips. The inhabitants of Glendale weren't being cheap for once. My first table actually left me a 33% tip! I made $40 dollars on a table after that. I was wowed the generosity that kept flowing from one customer to another. At the end of the night I actually made $100 just for myself. It was even payday! The ISLANDS head office gave our store some beach chairs as a gift. Store # 612 has been injury free for over a year so the head honcho decided to give us something nice. Maybe I'll use it when we go to San Diego in a couple of weeks. Life is scoring major brownie points from me.

After work, Janet and I wanted to go out for a little bit. Having a sudden and unecessary boba attack, we ended up going to Relaxation. I'm so glad that she's more than just my co-worker...she's one of my closest friends. She embraces my weird mannerisms and laughs at my jokes.

It's late and I need to rest up for tomorrow. Customers better not be stingy-ass tippers tomorrow night. At least I didn't have to put up with any assholes tonight...

Have a fun and safe trip to Orlando, Ate Daph. Give my regards to the Mouse.

REWIND @ The Arena...If you're a So Cal Asian or know one, then you've probably heard of this club. For once, I was able to organize a big group to go. My entourage included some co-workers, old friends & church colleagues. Damn, it's so much fun to go clubbing with a group of friends. Everyone and their freakin mother was there last night. There were so many of my friends who were not of age that rewinded with us. I don't know what it is about that place. The ambience...the vibe...the people...I know that there's a lot of teeny boppers who think they're the shit when they get in with fake ID's. Fuck, I wish I was cool enough to get into clubs with fake ID's when I was younger.

Last night was the Break Down Shake Down and that's where the freaks came out for their limelight. Guys duked it out by breaking and showing the crowd their best while the so-called ladies lap danced other girls. All this was just a contest to win cash and the affection of the crowd. I won't really get into much detail about the whole thing, but let's put it this way: There was a lot of nudity and the underage patrons shouldn't have seen what I saw. Oh, for the record, the chick with the see-through lingerie was not all that.

Bobert, Geron and E.O.(the underaged kiddies...) raised the roof when they busted out Dirty Pop. Once again, I'm extremely annoyed and jealous that they know the damn choreography before me! Dammit how do they do it? I have the video and the making of it. Maybe I just need to study it more. I was even more surprised that they spun *NSYNC at the club. Our orgy of Rewinders had fun last night and I'm sure that we plan to do it again. Maybe next time we'll take an even larger group.

Damn, I have to get ready for work...

~*Do you ever wonder why this music gets you high?*~

My little sister has come to the rescue! She brought home a care package that adourned the picture of that famous rat. Good ol' Chuck E. Cheese! God bless that overgrown rodent. My search for food is over. Excuse me while I kiss the sky...

Kitchen appliances SUCK! There's a gas leak in the stove so we had to shut off the gas. Sadly, I can't cook anything to eat or reheat leftovers. There aren't any leftovers to begin with. "Why don't you eat Cup-O-Noodles?" Screw you...I wouldn't be bitching about this situation if I had some in stock. Hunger really takes the worst out of me. Anyone want to sponsor me for 65 cents a day?

.....mmmmust......fiiiiiiiiind......food......

I'm home after a long night of blood and boba. I've just finished conversing with a good friend on the internet. It looks like we're going to REWIND again. I hope that I get enough people to go this time. I was just there last week. Shit. I'm such a night owl. I really gotta stop this whole scene. Anyway, this friend (who must remain nameless for now) is going to have a some sort of drama at the club. I don't really know with who, but my main objective is to not really enjoy myself but look after him in case emotions run high. I digress...it shouldn't go further than that.

Funny thing happened at Relaxation tonight. As I was pondering upon the previous entry, something was jammed into my right set of ribs. A stranger whispered, "You better shut the hell up and gimme your money!" I thought that someone from my table was screwing with me again. I turned around while this blunt object was being jammed into my side. "Oh SHIT! I thought you were someone else!" He ran behind the counter turning pink and laughing in embarassment. It turns out that he was an employee from the damn cafe and thought I was a co-worker of his. Just another classic case of mistaken identity. I joked with him a little bit and I even scored a free thai tea boba off of it. So no harm done. My side is still a bit sore, but hey we're all friends here.

Ugh...I am gonna pay for that oreo milk tea. I'm cursed with this handicap of lactose intolerance. Just imagine the things that I miss out on.

Pink and blue shrimp chips anyone?

Man...here I am at Relaxation. What the hell is the facination with boba anyway? I dunno I guess I to like to drink and chew at the same time. A pack of friends have just finished watching Kiss of the Dragon. Astonshing movie! Despite my squimish nature, I actually enjoyed the bloody, violent flick. I don't think that my friend Joel should choose movies for us for a little while. I was actually feeling really pissed off because I was actually dumb enough to drop my fucking keys on the theater floors. As my friends (from Selle's Debut, of course...), are sipping their boba and chatting, I feel compelled to blog away as I take an occasional sip of my Oreo Milk Tea Boba. Feeling anti-social? Maybe. Don't get me wrong I love these people. I suppose I have some issues looming in this mind of mine.

Did you ever notice that you become your friends and they, in some weird & odd way, turn into you? I never really thought that I have so many attributes that I have received from my friends. Hey, I'm not complaining, I like myself and my friends.

So all in all, my day was all for my friends. I was up early again, to start learning some parts for the debutante & escort solos. Chriselle and I had to make our way to Northridge. The lessons were free of charge. Did you really think that we weren't going to take advantage? Shit...with those prices being charged to the group. How could we say no? After about an hour of twinkling across an old wooden floor, we had to get back to Selle's house and dance some more. yay...~*(sarcastically...)*~ It had to be done...Work is work!

After all of that madness, I am back to where I started. I think I'm going back to the table and converse with my friends a little more. I think they are starting to miss me. Isn't that nice?

Remember...Keep your friends close, they may slip out of your hands before you even realize it. Thanks for the outing...and Joel, it's about time we went out, but next time, let me choose the movie...

GOT BOBA?

I just found out that I'm not going to Hawaii. Paradise has been denied. The alternate destination was Orlando, Florida and the family scrubbed that idea too. Wreaking havoc in the EPCOT continues to be a dream. I don't know where we're going and what we're going to do on the family vacation, but we better embark on a journey where no Kaiklian has gone before. More on my dissapointment later as I wallow in it.

~*JARED & AIYAH: I have yet to learn the features of this bloggy foggy world...Help a rookie out.*~

Ahhh...the Glendale Galleria! There’s no place like this marketplace of madness. So why the fuck am I here...AGAIN?! No...I didn’t start off being a mallrat. Today was actually pretty productive.

I woke up at about 8:30 this morning and got ready to run. I told myself that if I don’t do this, them I’m going to hate myself more than I do now. I am getting kinda soft on the sides a little. I wanted to get back into the habit of making myself a healthier, and God forbid, a sexier me. I asked Chriselle to run with me because, knowing my habits, I’d lag it up the ass. I obviously needed someone to keep me motivated...and besides, I wanted to spend some quality time with the soon-to-be debutante. After all, she is one of my best friends.

We finished our workout and we decided to mingle with the Eagle Rock summer school prisoners. I ended up running into faces that I haven’t seen in ages. Some of those faces should have been kept that way. Nonetheless, the visit was a hit with the locals. I guess the campus needed some local celebrities to visit their drab, meaningless summer school recess.

Our story now takes to the simple town of Glendale. We added Martin (the "owner") into our loop. We trekked up to Brand and wanted to consume the juices of the Gods...JAMBA JUICE!!! A Strawberry Tsunami was the reward for my "workout." Here comes the productivity for the day. Prior to our ERHS excerise experience, we agreed to take care of some Debut business. We wanted to register the Lazo name so we can have the male portion of the entourage fitted. No one, other than Chriselle knows what I'm going sport for the upcoming evening of elegance.

EVERYTHING AFTER THIS POINT ISN'T WORTH MENTIONING. IT'S ALL BULLSHIT...

Congratulations to me...I finally worked the nerve to create this blog. I'm still not sure why I decided to spill my life (or selective portions of it) all over cyberspace. Anyway, I look forward to blogging away my life and it's quirks. Good Night..