9/11

I got to have tea time with Eugene and Stef today at the Tea Rose Garden in Old Town, Pasadena. I had the Tea Rose Afternoon Tea with my choice of 3 sandwiches (Cranberry Chicken, Egg and Watercress, Spicy Salmon Tempter), my choice of scone (Chocolate Chip), my choice of tea (Irish Breakfast), spring petal salad, tea time bites, rose sugar cookie, fresh fruits, and Devonshire cream.

AND I'm still Gangsta! We poked fun at Carlomar - an assistant instructor under my Filipino Martial Arts instructor, Guro - 'cause he absolutely refuses to step foot in a tea house to preserve his hood status.

Then in the afternoon there was a SONIC BOOM! Like, Guile-from-Street Fighter status.

We killed a couple hours watching Justice League of America before collaborating on the pre-production of our own story. Tiwat then texted me about the update on his broken hand, which read:

Wonderful now I really got a cast put on me so now I really can't masterbate

Lately, I've just been working on Kelly Clarkson's Already Gone on my guitar. And I've been arranging Rascal Flatts' What Hurts the Most as a classical song on my guitar. And I'm writing down the notes - NOT tabs, but musical notation - on music sheet. Goddammit, I feel like a fuckin' musician (even though I'm a film producer)!

Well, 8 years ago from today, my mommy was driving my classmate/neighbor Jordan and I to school when we heard about the World Trade Center on the radio. Happy 9/11.