Mommy's in the hospital (part 2)

Andres cancelled Capoeira training because it might rain. It didn't rain. Oh well.

I visited Brian at the GNC. We found out that Artin, a.k.a. the "Nazi security guard," a.k.a. "Al Bundy" (among other names), also works at Cold Stones. 1) Security aren't allowed to work 2 jobs in the Glendale Marketplace due to "conflict of interest." 2) He's working at Cold Stones DURING his patrol shift as security. Yeah, he'll be caught soon and fired.

I visited mommy at the hospital using her monthly parking pass. Her blood pressure is back to normal. Uncle Oca and cousins Kristian and Kathy stopped by. And then Uncle Lando and cousins Janine and Jillian.

But on the bright side: the receptionist in the Emergency Room entrance is jackoffable. My mommy's nurse today, Dana, is also jackoffable. Database!

Mommy's in the hospital (part 1)

Yesterday, I had Filipino Martial Arts (FMA) training at 11:30AM. Guro brought his roommate Cynthia. Just review. Guro says I'm breathing good by exhaling when striking, but forgetting to exhale in between strikes.

I rocked in guitar practice. Vahik and I apparently reached a stage where he was like, "You don't have to sit properly anymore. You've been here for a long time. And if you want to fart, fart." For next week, I'm playing Green Sleeves.

I visited Brian at the GNC. Johnny was there. We talked about masturbation, blah, blah, blah ...

And then mommy went to the Emergency Room for high blood pressure. Doctor Tolantino drove her even though he doesn't drive! I slept in the Emergency Room until they moved her to room 1406. I went home at 4:00AM.

Woke up from a nocturnal emission

I went to bed at midnight and woke up about an hour later ... from a nocturnal emission. Before sleeping, I found pics of that chick Odais on Facebook and was admiring how Allen fucked her (see yesterday's entry). Sure enough, next thing I know I'm doing the same thing to her and I'm waking up because I have to change my pajamas! Oh, and I guess I was also thinking about Nicky's titty pics that she sent to Richard (see entry 3/17/10) as I fell asleep.

I had Filipino Martial Arts training today at 10:30AM. I thought Guro was late, but it turned out I was waiting in the wrong part of the park. Whoops.

• Double stick warm up.
• Stick in right hand and knife in left hand. Then vice versa. New info: Despite usually blocking attacker's weapon with my nearest weapon, when holding stick and knife, stick always blocks 1st and knife counters 2nd.
• Combo: Parry, straight palm strike, and 2 consecutive knee strikes.
• Drill: Parry and straight palm strike, back and forth, over and over again. To switch sides: Outside parry, grab forearm with same parrying hand (simultaneously switching lead foot), continue.

I went home, watched some Fast and Furious on TV, Guro asked me to help him make a Martial Arts DVD, and then it was off to Capoeira training.

Only Andres, Jesse II, and Carlito showed up. We did our workout with the bars outdoors. We were locked out of the recreation room with no contact from management. Class was basically a game where we were shooting for 5 minutes, but turned out to be so out of shape that we didn't even make it. We took a break and went again for even shorter. My last round ended when Andres hit me with a cabecada (headbutt), I fell over, he motioned for me to get back up, but I tapped out.

We reminisced how we were all in better shape 6 months ago. I blamed it on all of us focusing on getting in shape for Monster Massive (the Halloween rave) and once that was over, we had no more motivation. Andres suggested the following diet for me: Broccoli, tomatoes, carrots, spinach, avocadoes, egg whites, nuts (not roasted), chicken breasts, apples, and bananas.

Went home way early and ended the night with Dancing with the Stars and WWE Raw featuring "The Heartbreak Kid" (HBK) Shawn Michael's retirement speech.

1 week from now, the database will finally be extracted.

While walking to Del Taco last night (or technically this morning), I commented on Morgan's Facebook page:

You fucked up. Other than that, I'm walking with you to Del Taco right now.

It was in reference to him telling us we could've boned that Caroline chick only AFTER she left the party. When I woke up this morning, Brandon and my new friend Allen had thumbs-up'd (or "liked") that comment.

I got to hang out with Matt for the 1st time since the PWG show last January when we watched Wrestlemania at his place.

My mommy and I ate at Cheesecake Factory. I tried their salisbury chopped steak for the 1st time with my usual raspberry lemonade while my mommy tried the New Orleans shrimps (which I tried last time).

But the point is: Our waitress, Taylor M. as the receipt would later say, was an OK-looking white chick with dirty blond hair in which only the top part was tied in a ponytail while the rest was down (don't know if there's a name for it). Oh what the heck, she's in my database. She wrote on the receipt, "Thanks. (Smiley face) Taylor." On the way out, I saw our waitress from last time. I believe her name's Anita. She's short like a girl should be without being a midget with a long, dark ponytail that could be fun to pull on during the ol' in-out. She's renewed in my database.

Just another database Saturday

Yesterday, I finally heard from Eugene. He says he and Stef are having a play next week.

I stopped by the Great Earth to ask more questions. I found out that annoying kid Emmanuel now goes there everyday and annoys the hell out of them too.

I visited Brian and Iam at the GNC. Haven't seen them working the same shift together in a long time. Johnny stopped by, sharply dressed. We recounted how Brian and I were trying to save him from his brother's gang troubles that he inherited right before I left for the Philippines. He had to fight 2 cholos with shaved heads. As I predicted, they threw nothing but right haymakers and straight kicks.

JOHNNY: I gotta go to a job interview. The chick interviewing me is really cute.
BRIAN: Where?
JOHNNY: Some jewelry store I used to steal from.

Arthur, whom I can't remember when was the last time I saw him, texted to check up on me. Then Mark texted me ...

MARK: Have you seen Allison pics lately? Your girl has gained weight! But I know you likey

(Allison's a raver chick from Palmdale that I like to bust a #3 to.)

RYAN: Not lately. She texted me a couple of weeks ago to ask if I was going to Beyond Wonderland. I wasn't. But nevertheless, I got a boner from her texting me.

I brought Sam Adams Cherry Wheat to Brandon, Morgan and Hasel's place for UFC 111. But as much as they like Sam Adams, Cherry Wheat is their least favorite with Morgan describing it as ...

MORGAN: It taste as if you left a fat chick on a deserted island, fed her nothing but cherries for a year, and came back to tongue her asshole.
RYAN: Well then this is good asshole.

It made me miss Carlos since he appreciated Cherry Wheat. Speaking of which, Carlos texted me from Arizona since he's there for Wrestlemania to tell me that he was watching Jack Evans. Lucky.

Then that aforementioned raver chick, Allison, texted me (albeit everyone else as well) about a Drum & Bass event going on. I texted Mark back ...

RYAN: Speak of the devil. I just got a text from her a while ago (although it was a mass text) about some D&B event tonight. I can so jack off to her texting me.
MARK: Hahaha

Anyway, Brandon, Morgan, and Hasel were throwing a BDay party for their bff Sidney's girlfriend.

• The new dudes I met said I looked "ripped," but I modestly said I'm in my fat season.
• There was this emo-looking, eyeglasses-wearing actor named Allen who offered to keep in contact with me for advice.
• This chick named Odais walked in with a douchebag-looking boyfriend. Odais was automatically in everyone's database. Her bf was "straight edge" and looked out of place.
• In a surprise twist, it turns out Allen fucked Odais in the past. That was a secret among everyone that we kept from her douchebag bf, which we made fun of him for.
• There was this chick named Caroline, who would come into play later.
• I was wearing my Alice Cullen shirt and someone said I had balls wearing it, but everyone agreed there was nothing gay about having a hot chick on your shirt. We then looked at the naked Ashley Green pics on Morgan's computer.

SIDNEY: (talking to me) You know what's fucked up? I'm half-Hawaiian. They told me, "If only you were full Pacific Islander, you'd look like Ryan."

After Caroline left ...
MORGAN: You know that girl with the short hair, smoking a pipe ...
RYAN: Caroline?
MORGAN: Yeah! Dudes, you so could've boned that chick.
RYAN: You're only telling us this NOW???
MORGAN: I know, I fucked up!

Morgan, their other roommate and his friend, and I walked to Del Taco at 3:00AM. Their roommate's friend found a Martial Arts orange belt in the street and wore it. At Del Taco, he drunkenly asked for the "red belt discount" (apparently he's color blind) for the "red belt combo." Morgan apologized for this.

CASHIER: I've seen worse. I've seen someone in a Wheeties Box costume skateboarding up and down our drive thru and just planted himself on someone's car.

Morgan bought me burritos. I showed him a Jon Lajoie video and went home at 5:00AM.

TJ liked my Facebook status about Rob Pattinson getting killed off by 9/11 being an offensive ending. But everyone else was pissed.

Capoeira class today: Andres, Jesse II, Diana, Louis, Carlito, Angel and the usual little kids on Friday. Today was the little kids' last day as they were signed up through a program by the park's recreation center. I walked in late and stretched by myself. My splits are starting to come back!

DIANA: You're more flexible than me! And I'm a girl! I'm supposed to be more flexible!

The 1st and only combo drilled: Meia lua de frente (front arch kick), armada (spin kick), and au (cartwheel).

We split the roda (circle of people) into 2. Carlito, Angel and I each selected 2 random little kids to form our own roda. The only 2 moves allowed were au and cabecada (headbutt). The contest: To sing louder than the other roda. My roda won. The prize: The other roda had to do push-ups for us!

ANDRES: Feel free to point and laugh at them!

My roda pointed and laughed at them.

RYAN: (sarcastically) Ho, ho, ho. Tee, hee, hee.

The 2nd round: It was even. Then we reunited into 1 roda, but every game was still a "big boy" versus a little kid.

Then the little kids went home, but Vanessa stayed because she's big enough. There was a lot of tension, but good energy. Jesse II and Carlito had a match that was like straight out of a martial arts movie. I landed 2 kicks on Diana when she hesitated. Angel's foot got stuck on my shoulder when he kicked a martelo (roundhouse), so I went for the sweep. Later, Angel took me down. Then I jokingly uppercutted his groin when he kicked another martelo. Then I faked a quexiada, but snapped up my heel into his groin.

ANDRES: What the hell was that?
RYAN: Was it cool?
ANDRES: No!

Vanessa started crying. At 1st, we accused Diana of kicking her too hard because she was the last one in there with her. But it turned out that it was Carlito, who played her before Diana did, who went too hard on her. A mini-lecture ensued.

RYAN: I promise no more crotch-shots.
ANGEL: That's poison!
RYAN: I hope we're good.
ANGEL: We're good, we're good.

Then we got sidetracked like a motherfucker. We were supposed to introduce ourselves to Vanessa to make sure she knew all our names. Louis went 1st. Then Angel. I was 3rd.

RYAN: Jacob. No, it's Ryan.

Andres was then able to tell Vanessa is a Twilight fan. And that's when we never came back to our original subject. Andres went on a tangent about how the books were better than the movie adaptations and why. But he blamed getting sidetracked on us!

ANDRES: You guys go off on so many tangents and I have to defend myself on so many different angles ...
EVERYONE: [talking all at once]
LOUIS: This all started when Ryan said his name's Jacob ...
RYAN: Don't remind him!
ANDRES: The point is that society is superficial.
[Everyone has a WTF look on their faces, even me]

ANDRES: All people care about are like those teens in the movies, caring about what you have and what you look like, that they don't care about who you are ...
[Diana goes to sit down]

ANDRES: And my mestre would lecture us for 3 hours if he saw something like that (Diana leaving to sit). And he would be right-- Well, not right about making us sit for 3 hours, but blah, blah, blah (at Vanessa) But that's why we call him (me) Jacob.

Wow. Just ... wow. End of class. Louis actually snapped at Andres for yelling at him about what to do while he was in the roda earlier. Andres revealed he didn't play because his small toe might be broken.

Went to the Red Robin to renew Jazz in my database. I discreetly jerked myself just one time to celebrate victory. Her bangs usually fall to the left, but it looked emo today. I ran into Saul at the In-N-Out. Came home to watch WWE Smackdown.

Now I'm just watching Spartacus: Blood and Sand and Xena ... er, Lucy Lawless ... is showing her tits. Now there's a softcore porn scene. Now a child heir to royalty is about to get laid. Oh happy day!

They ended it with Robert Pattinson dying in the twin towers on 9/11? Seriously?

I thought I was late when I ran inside the AMC to watch Alice in Wonderland at 11:55AM. But when I got there, they were showing the wrong movie - Our Family Wedding, or "that interracial movie" as it was referred to by some black dude who was looking for it. So we were given free movie passes for the inconvenience as the employees relocated us to the correct auditorium and started the movie late. And even then, there was one point where the film slipped off the spool in the projecton booth!

I was late sneaking into Green Zone, which started at 1:55PM. But according to Wikipedia later, I didn't miss much. Then I snuck into Repo Men at 4:20PM. This was my favorite of the day. But then I ended it with that new Robert Pattinson movie called Remember Me at 6:25PM ... and that ruined my day! It was fuckin' offensive how they used 9/11 to kill off Pattinson's character in the WTC to illicit sympathy from the audience!

SOME BLACK WOMAN: (regarding the above) WAS THAT NECESSARY?

And I think one of the higher-ups working there was an old Creative Writing classmate from CSUN. If so, his name's Nelson, but I remember him as the only one who laughed at my line, "She wasn't fat, but just baby fat that fell in the right places."

Mommy got an award from St. Joseph's Hospital

I had to skip Capoeira training today to go to a ceremony at the Glendale Hilton where my mommy received an award from St. Joseph's Hospital. I busted out the old tuxedo again for the 1st time in I-don't-remember-when. Kept it stylish with no bow tie. And publicly debuted my new white dress shoes, which I bought before leaving for my last trip to the Philippines, to match my white shirt. My mommy's co-workers kept saying about me, "I like his shoes," "I like his hair," "He's so handsome," "He's so big," and "You did a great job." Of course.

RYAN: I know.
MOMMY: You're so conceited!

Then I texted Carlos in Nebraska when I was drinking a jack & coke because he likes that stuff. Then he texted me back that he was also drinking a jack & coke. Sweet.

There was only one jackoffable chick there. Someone else's daughter. She was blond like her mom. But she was a hippie chick with a shawl and jeans. She has some red streaks within her hair and these cool things that were either earings or hair extensions. She's in my database.

Dinner was chicken (or salmon) over some cream with carrots, beans, mashed potatoes, sour dough bread and butter, some pyramid chocolate thingy, and red (or white) wine.

Bari-Bari

Guro (my Filipino Martial Arts instructor) and I FINALLY trained today since early February at 10:30AM. Before that, our last training was back in June. His roommate, Cynthia, joined us.

• We reviewed Siniwali (double sticks) and empty hands.
• We drilled counter-for-counter with Siniwali, parrying followed up with eye jabs and low kicks, and knife techniques. My knife skills were rusty.
• I accidentally stabbed Guro in the groin with the stick. Whoops.
• He says my footwork got better.
• Apparently, I'm vulnerable to low line stabs.
• I then showed him how I incorporated elbows from Israeli Krav Maga into our Serada form. He approves. But he says he gets the credit, not Krav Maga. What an ego!

We improvised a lot during guitar practice. We went overtime because there was no student after me today. I got burned out.

I visited Brian at the GNC. Saul stopped by, ranting about "thug life."

SAUL: Thug life. When I wake up in the morning, thug life. When I go to sleep, thug life. Blah, blah, blah ...

Brian was recounting how his grandma found his bong and porn entitled "Asian Chow Mein Pussy."

BRIAN: And then Ryan (that's me) nearly gave my grandma a heart attack when he sent me a postcard from the Philippines about how he couldn't masturbate because there was no privacy, and also about how girls "don't shave down there," and my grandma read it!

Then my mommy called me to meet her at Rubios. Yay, dinner on her. She's addicted to Rubios Mexican food now. I came back to the GNC later.

BRIAN: So while you were having your free food with your mom, Saul and I grappled.

Supposedly, Saul can wrestle, but he doesn't know much about submissions. He put Brian in a rear naked choke, but Brian got out of it because Saul didn't know how to secure it with "hooks." Brian then put a kimura (shoulder lock) on him. It ended with Saul hyperventilating. I then showed Brian the FMA way to counter a shoot-in.

I talked about my battle last Sunday with my mommy's shit-talking sister. Brian shared how his grandma is the shit-talker of his family. For example, Brian's mom passed away in 2006. But when his mom was still barely alive, his grandma told all of Pasadena that his mom already died and all these strangers were coming to his house offering their condolences as his mom reacted with a "WTF" look.

Also, Brian's cousin is now dating his ex-girlfriend (the chick before Thu). Brian's cousin thinks he's "bad" just because he got out of jail, though he's trying to turn his life around through a Bible study group, and is trying to forbid Brian from talking to the chick.

RYAN: I know what I would do if I were you. Tell him about how you fucked her with no condom, got her period all over you, and came in her hair. (All true story, by the way.)
BRIAN: Hell yeah I will! It looked like toothpaste was in her hair!

Just finished watching a Silat movie called Merantau that was illegally on youtube. It sucks because they killed off the hero at the end. That means no sequels. Taking out the trash now and my superstitious mommy insisted that I chant, "Bari-Bari" (supposedly from Feng Shui) to "ward off evil spirits at night." Seriously?

Elephant story

Today's Capoeira class: Andres, Jesse II, Diana, Shane, Angel (whom I haven't seen in months) and Carlos (from now on referred to by his nickname, "Carlito," to differentiate from Carlos in Nebraska). By the way, formerly-fat Angel has lost weight!

I arrived and saw lazy Diana running inside the park (shorter route) while everyone was running around the block. Concerns:

• I caught up with everyone and found my sprint was the slowest.
• I also nearly had a muscle spasm doing bridge-push-ups.
• I even fell off the pole trying to climb it!
• I could only do 2 handstand push-ups against the wall.

Good news: Carlito was impressed at how I can do chin-ups with my legs straight in front of me because "it's all abs strength."

Diana, Angel and I were to get the kicking pads out of Andres' car and meet the rest in the recreation room. Lazy Diana intentionally prolonged us.

RYAN: He's gonna notice we're lagging! I'm gonna get there 1st! [Sprints. Angel follows.]
DIANA: Ryan! I thought you were my buddy!
ANGEL: It's bros before hoes!
Finally ...
ANGEL: (impatiently) Damn! You guys took your sweet time!

And then Andres began his Elephant story. Short version:

ANDRES: There was a park in Africa where elephants were killing rhinoceroses. It was because the elephants were young and rambunctious. But the scientists couldn't figure out why because elephants and rhinoceroses aren't natural enemies--"
RYAN: --like vampires and werewolves?
EVERYONE: [laughs]
ANDRES: (teasingly) Yeah, OK, "Jacob." So they got a shay-man--
ANGEL: Isn't it shaman?
RYAN: (jokingly) Don't correct the teacher!
ANDRES: And the shaman told them to put an old elephant in there with them. And the old elephant just chilled. And the young elephants calmed down!

Moral of the story: "It takes a village to raise a child," or something like that.

Stretches resembled yoga. Lazy Diana stayed in the corner where Andres couldn't see her and even Shane was like, "Why aren't you doing it, Diana?" Ha! Diana and I were paired up for drills and apparently we're referred as "Team Jacob." Drills:

• 1st combo: Armada (step over spin kick), martelo (roundhouse), ponteira (front push kick).
• 2nd combo: Same as above, but add a back pisau (side kick) at the end. Andres said I tagged his shoulder well with the ball off my foot.
• 3rd combo (with partner): Esquiva (evade) and counter with ponteira to our partner holding the kick pad. The point is to be able to knock our partner to the other end of the room in however many turns.
• 4th combo (with partner): Armada to measure distance and ponteira with lead leg.
• 5th combo (with partner): Quexiada (Ax kick) and pisau.

Then we played. I man'ed up and went in 1st. I played everyone except Andres and Shane. In my last game, I was against Diana. I managed to kick her out of the roda (circle of people) because she became timid and couldn't counter. We reseted the game. It ended when my quadriceps were too shot to esquiva properly and Andres called it quits.

Angel pretended to martelo me and I countered with a punch to the groin!

ANGEL: You cheated!

Shane's mom arrived late. He lives around the area, so Andres volunteered to drive him home in the future along with everyone else. Angel's applying to CSUN. I told him a little about the stock market. I announced that I'm studying for the LSAT.

ANDRES: I still have to find out what I wanna do in life.

And Andres is like 30 years old or something. I did a round of reconnaissance at the mall before coming home for WWE Raw. Dinner was chicken, ravioli, salad with fruits and cheese, bleu cheese dressing, and homemade fruit juice.

When I was your age, I didn't have periods!

Happy Birthday to my best friend, Walter Mabanag, who's disappeared off the face of the earth and I haven't seen him in years.

Guro, that deadbeat of a FMA instructor, had to cancel our 11:00AM training today, citing that he had an 8:30AM class and his instructor was late. I went to the gym to get my Spartacus on and work out my pull muscles.

My mommy and I had lunch with her sister and my cousin Andree at Outback Steakhouse in Northridge. And the rest of this dysfunctional family's day pretty much went like this:

• My mommy's sister made Uncle Lando take cousin Jillian to a psychiatrist in Beverly Hills because she's still crying over her boyfriend dumping her.
• Cousins Janine and Jillian blame everything on their dad, Uncle Lando, being bi-polar.
• Miscellaneous bitchiness (as usual) from my mommy's sister.
• Church.
• Dinner at Uncle Lando's place.

JILLIAN: My stomach's cramping.
RYAN: Why?
JILLIAN: I'm on my period.
RYAN: WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, I DIDN'T HAVE PERIODS!

• Mediating an argument between the 2 little sisters when Janine, going through laundry, was complaining that Jillian doesn't wash her period-stained underwear. (I hate to use cliches, but ... FML!)
• And finish with: A fight between me and my mommy's sister (not the 1st time) because she gets off on humiliating people in public and someone (usually me) had to put her in her place.

Just watching vids of the free UFC fights that aired earlier today.

Ah, Saturday night in front of the Television

FINALLY returned to the gym today. I worked out the push muscles. I'll be back to Spartan status in no time.

Speaking of which, I visited Brian at the GNC and apparently he's heard of Spartacus: Blood and Sand. He said that Lucy Lawless shows her tits a lot so far throughout the season. I also noticed in the credits that some of the same people who produced Hercules: the Legendary Journeys and its spinoff Xena are involved in the show. Last night's episode entitled "Whore" was directed by Michael Hurst (who played Iolus on said shows).

Just having some good quality television right now. I finally watched Fighting starring Channing Tatum, then The Karate Kid parts 1 and 2, and some of Dirty Dancing and a cable show called Eastbound and Down. Now I'm watching an episode of Spartacus: Blood and Sand where Xena ... er, Lucy Lawless ... is showing her tits!

Almost talked to Jazz

I walked into Capoeira class today to Jesse I teaching the little kids. Jesse II, Louis, Diana, Carlos, and obviously Andres were also present. It was us "big boys" (and Diana) versus the little kids. Rules: Everyone was only allowed to do meia lu de frente (forward arch kick), au (cartwheel), and cabecada (headbutt). But we "big boys" were also allowed armada (spin kick). Noteworthy stuff:

• Kids look dumb charging like bulls to a matador with their headbutts.
• Vanessa, whom I met last week, says I almost fell on her with my cartwheel and I still followed it up with a headbutt.
• A toddler ran through the roda (circle of people where we play/fight in the middle) and a scared shitless Andres snatched him up and made the sign of the cross when he succeeded in getting him out of harm's way.
• Diana has noticeable acne. Haha.

When the little kids left, we continued playing (Vanessa stayed with us since she's old enough). Carlos nearly lost it when Jesse I blindly kicked him in the face while he was down. I played against each one of them. Still some rustiness, but I was a lot better than last week.

Andres' announcement: Batizado (baptism) is this summer. Andres told us a story of his mestre (master) to remind us of his master's nature. In a roda, Andres once got kicked with a martelo (roundhouse) by someone from another Capoeira group. Suddenly, Andres became "demon-possessed" and swept about 20 people. They all complimented him afterward. BUT all Andres' mestre could tell him was, "You got kicked by a martelo."

ANDRES: I know you all have commitments. {pointing at someone) Studying, (pointing at another) class, studying, class ... (finally points to me) trying to get sober.

DIANA: Who are you dating these days?
RYAN: Who am I dating these days?
LOUIS: You don't even know?
RYAN: Well, I made out with this chick at a bar on St. Patrick's Day. (see entry 3/17/10)

Later, I circled around the Red Robin to renew my databse and coincidentally Jazz was getting out of work. She's got a huge purse, by the way. I tracked her:

She was on her cellphone. Cockblock! You can't interrupt someone to talk to them while they're on their phone.

Then she walked into the Forever 21. Cockblock! A guy can't walk into Forever 21.

Then she walked into Impressions. Cockblock! It's also a girly store. Same rule as above. The only time I walked into Impressions was because Kelly Clarkson was playing and Michelle volunteered to walk inside with me (see entry 2/13/10).

Then Jazz got off her cell phone, but because she ran into a couple that she knew and talked to them. Cockblock! You can't intrude upon a group of people you don't know.

Then she got back on her cell phone and walked to her car. Cockblock! You can't chase someone's car.

I ended the night with WWE Smackdown. But then stumbled onto a new show on cable TV called Spartacus: Blood and Sand starring Lucy Lawless (of Xena fame) and a bunch of tits, softcore porn, and sex! This show is totally masturbation status!

You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting

I visited Iam at the GNC. Brian had the day off. Iam has a new look where he's growing his hair, but only gels the front to keep it out of his eyes. He likes to fool the cash register where he buys 5 amino-acid shooters for the price of one.

I went to the Great Earth shop down the street looking for Purple Wraath and Green Magnitude. They didn't have it. But the skinny kid working there recommended Animal Stak, True Mass, and Syntha 6. That's a bit much.

I caught A Knight's Tale on TV, probably my favorite Heath Ledger movie, only rivaled by The Dark Knight. But then I finally saw Dragon Ball Evolution. It was a fuckin' horrible adaptation.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, the spank bank (another name for the database), and kissing an Irish chick

I got my new glasses today. My mommy's now addicted to Rubio's, so we ate there again.

RYAN: Can I have an (with American twang) enchilada plate?
CASHIER CHICK: One (with Mexican accent) enchilada plate.

Just because she worked in a Mexican restaurant, spoke with a Mexican accent to match, and looked cute, that chick seemed jackoffable.

Allison from Palmdale, a fellow raver, texted me (I always get a boner whenever she texts me) to ask if I was going to the Beyond Wonderland rave this Saturday.

Rebekah, another raver from Georgia, texted me to ask if I was going to Miami for Spring Break this year. I don't get a boner when she texts me, but I've busted a #3 to her before.

Then it was time for St. Patrick's Day alcoholic fun. Richard (from high school, not fellow raver Richard) changed plans from Residuals bar on Ventura/Vineland to Pat's Cocktails on Riverside/Ventura. Matt didn't feel like coming out. Boo. I told my mommy I was going to refill my gas, but didn't mention the bar afterward.

At Pat's Cocktails, a drunken Irish stranger offered to buy me (and I guess everyone else he saw) a green beer. I saw Tiffany, whom I met I-don't-remember-when, and met her friend Candie. The running gag of the night, invented by Richard, was that I'm 3/4 black and 1/4 white.



TIFFANY: Are you Asian?
RYAN: What makes you say that?
TIFFANY: Just asking from one Taurus to another. 'Cause me plus Asian is like [draws a shape].
RYAN: What shape was that?
TIFFANY: That was supposed to be a heart. So me plus Asian is like [draws heart again].

If only I admitted to being Filipino, I guess I could've gotten some pussy. But I'm a pro and don't break character. Candie was never convinced, though.

CANDIE: (frustrated) You Asian! 'Cause I'm Asian, so I know you Asian!

I blew her off by sipping my green beer. She imitated me ... but spilled hers on herself! I laughed. Her humiliation showed through her frown.

RYAN: Just between us boys, I like your friend Nicky's curvyness.

Richard then showed me a pic on his phone of Nicky's bare tits that she sent him.

RICHARD: You really need to hit her up.



But I can't believe some douchebag on kareoke murdered Oasis' Wonderwall. Richard's Facebook status immediately read:

RIP "Wonderwall" some douchebag just killed this song. Ryan agrees

This chick who works at the bar started spazzing out in front of me for a few seconds ...

SPAZ CHICK: I just wanted to make you laugh.
RYAN: You're awesome.

She looks aight, so I'll put her in my database for being that considerate of my laughter.

This chick, who I'd later find out is named Haley, kept rubbing my arm to tell me that she needed to get pass me. That sensual rubbing my arm gave me a boner. She's in my database.

COLLIN: I call it the spank bank.
RYAN: And my friend, Michelle, says I'm the only guy who talks like that!
COLLIN: Your friend obviously hasn't talked to other guys.

Highlight of the night: Richard and I were going to our cars - I was leaving, Richard needed to get something - when Richard accidentally knocked Haley's cigarette out of her hand.

RYAN: It's OK. 3 second rule!
HALEY: Are you Hawaiian?
RYAN: No.
HALEY: Are you Filipino?
RYAN: Holy crap, you got it right.
RICHARD: No! He's 3/4 black and 1/4 white.

In a conversation where a drunken Haley kept drunkenly hugging me and told me her life story:

• She's Irish, but also Hawaiian and Native American, so I have no idea how she came out Caucasian with blond hair.
• She was born and raised in Hawaii until her parents moved all of them to Calabasas, CA, for a better life, but realized they were "still fucked up," so moved back to Hawaii.
• She jacks her friend's Filipino sweet bread.
• Her hair used to be long enough for her to sit on, but trimmed 8 inches of it off to donate.
• She says people "aren't blessed like us" and referred to our hair as "horse hair" before taking my ponytail in her hands and kissing it!
• It ended with her grabbing my face and kissing me!

I texted Richard about what happened when I got home and he texted back:

You shouldve banged her

2 hours, 4 minutes and 56 seconds

So there was a 4.4 earthquake that woke me up at supposedly 4:00AM. [Yawn.]

1) I had to renew my anti-virus subscription.
2) I had to have the company remotely go into my computer to remove the virus because the virus would prevent the anti-virus from activating.
3) I had to rearrange my furniture until I could plug my computer into the router because the company couldn't remotely go into my computer through my wireless connection.

Bad news: I can't buy as much beer as I want for St. Patrick's Day tomorrow after paying them.
Good news: Everything back to normal and I can still buy some beer.

EMPLOYEE ON PHONE: Sir, are you by any chance Filipino?

Apparently, the company is based in Manila, Philippines. Who would've thunk it?

RYAN: Am I incurring long distance charges?
EMPLOYEE ON PHONE: No, sir, this is a toll free number.

Thank God. This whole business on the phone took 2 hours, 4 minutes and 56 seconds!

I went to guitar practice and apparently there was a miscommunication (or lack of thereof) between management and my teacher because my teacher no-showed.

I bought a journal for my LSAT, took a shower, and arrived promptly ... only to find out that my LSAT prep class doesn't start until April 6! BUT that geek chick lecturer from last week (see entry 3/11/10), Lauren, was there teaching a class. She was in a white dress shirt and beige skirt. If only this was a porn flick, she would've commended me for showing up anyway, given me complimentary instruction in an unused classroom, engaged in cheesy dialogue until bow chicka wow wow.

Anyway, when acclimating (You like that college word!) myself with the area, Vitamin Shoppe has some good stuff and knowledgeable employees.

A bank teller named Kristina

So I got a computer virus. [Sad face.] I'll fix it later.

I was going to go to Capoeira training, but then I was feeling sick, but then I got better, but didn't want to go anyway.

My mommy had me go to the bank with her to add my name to her account. The employee helping us was named Kristina. At 1st I assumed she was armo, but then noticed her accent might be mid-western. She was jackoffable. She asked to see my I.D., but almost forgot to give it back until I asked for it. In a perfect world, it would be because she wanted to stalk me. If only this was a porn flick, I would've forgotten to get my I.D. back, Kristina would've contacted me to give it back to me, but then admit that she kept it on purpose, I would've asked why, add more cheesy dialogue until bow chicka wow wow.

I didn't feel like buying a shirt when my mommy and I went shopping, so we ate at Rubios. I noticed a bunch of high school chicks eat there. Score. There was this 1 chick dressed like an athlete and an aight face. Not too skinny and short like girls are supposed to be without being a midget. I saved her in my database along with Kristina.

I ended the night with WWE Raw on the TV (as opposed to catching it on youtube while in the Philippines.

To masturbate to the look-a-like, or not to masturbate to the look-a-like. That is the question.

Both my mommy and I overslept and missed 12:00 church. I informed my guitar class that I'm back in town. I was fashionably late in meeting my mommy at church in the afternoon.

We ate dinner at Elephant Bar in Burbank for the 1st time in a long time. I've missed those lamb shanks, veggies, mashed potatoes, mud pie, and substituted the strawberry in the strawberry lemonade with raspberry (so it was a raspberry lemonade). There was this chick there named Jackie who went to the same grade school and high school as me. She's a look-a-like of Kristen Kreuk (Lana Lang in Smallville), meaning no one wanted to do her until Smallville became a TV show and she became noticeable via doppelganger. I guess I'd hit it, but not necessarily worthy of being in my database and busting a #3 to, unless I'm bored.

Doggy crapping out a used condom

I showed up to my 1st LSAT review session. The muslim chick at the front desk was as usual covered up except for her pretty face with glasses and lipstick, but wearing entirely black today. If she was in the middle east, she would've been raped by so many dirty arabs by now. It's good that she's here. I was discretely humping the desk between us, pretending the desk didn't exist, when she told me I was to go to room 101.

Today was just the diagnostic test. There were only 3 of us! The chick test conductor - who's not jackoffable, by the way - said there's only 6 total enrolled, but the other 3 are just repeating the course. So far, my classmates names are Brady and Jacqueline. Jacqueline, who wore a beret, is potentially jackoffable (maybe only because she contrasted with the un-jackoffable test conductor), but still forgettable. The conductor says her cousin, Shalonie, is my neighbor. If it's the Shalonie I'm thinking about, I haven't talked to her since I was 9 years old.

Another chick, who looked like a boy (probably lesbian), later took over as conductor and screwed us with a 1-minute warning instead of the proper 5-minute warning. But when she couldn't do the math to figure out what time we end the test, Brady screwed her by giving her a time that would give us 5 extra minutes. Yay. My mommy and I ate at Granville Cafe afterward.

I headed to Brandon, Morgan and Hasel's (not to be confused with Hazel, spelled with a "Z") place to watch the Manny Pacquiao vs. Joshua Clottey fight. But 1st, I had to make a stop at the Red Robin. I hadn't seen her since late January, but I had to try. And then it happened: For the 1st time in almost 2 months, I saw Jazz ... and my male reproductive organ grew a couple inches! I raced through the mall and into my car and blasted Kelly Clarkson.

RYAN: I brought your sceenplay to the Philippines.
MORGAN: It has now traveled farther than I ever have.

I recounted yesterday's Capoeira practice. Brandon tried hand-standing into a pike before finally dismissing it with, "Fuck that!" My mommy kept calling for updates on the fight. Hasel, who's also Filipina, apparently gets nervous before every Pacquiao fight.

MOMMY: Is the fight over?
RYAN: Yeah.
MOMMY: (nervous) And what happened?
RYAN: He lost.
MOMMY: (hysterical) [Pacquiao] lost?!
RYAN: No, Clottey lost.

My mommy went apeshit at me misleading her, but she was happy. Brandon, Morgan and I hung out at the next door park. I thought I was wasted with the Kraken rum and coke, but Morgan was really wasted. We talked about dirty raves and cradle-robbing.

BRANDON: Normally, I would say watch out for hobos at the park. But tonight, we're the hobos.

MORGAN: We have a 4th roommate. He's divorced and banging all these chicks, so he's got used condoms in his trash can. Our Cassy (dog) likes to go through trash cans. One day, I'm walking the dog and she takes a crap ... and there's a used condom hanging out from her ass!

When we remembered it was Daylight Saving's Time and we were losing an hour of sleep, the party ended.

"My son says you were in Twilight. Were you?"

I finally returned to Capoeira training today. I searched every unlocked room in the recreation center of the park until I saw Jesse II through the creak of the door to the big gym. The rest of the class was Andres and the new kid Carlos (not to be confused with Carlos in Nebraska), whom I met right before I left to the Philippines ... and a mess load of little kids! Wow, they're moving on up!

Drills for Jesse, Carlos and I - collectively referred to as "the big boys:"

• Parafuso (spinning back kick + forward spining kick as 1 aerial kick) all the way down the basketball court. Then switch sides. We were already done (and dizzy) after that one. But ...
• New combo: Meia lua de compasso (hands-on-the-ground spin kick) as a fake and cut the opponent's angle to execute a real meia lua where he'll run into it.

A woman, who later turned out to be the mother of Shane (the little boy whom I met when I visited last time) pulled me aside to ask me a question.

SHANE'S MOM: My son says you were in Twilight. Were you?

I love it.

Then it was Andres, the big boys and I vs. the whole class. But all we were allowed to do were meia lua de frente (front arch/rainbow kick) and au (cartwheel). After an hour, the schedule had us moving to our regular room.

After the kids got to go home, we "big boys" had to continue training. The oldest of the kids joined us. Her name's Vanessa. She had to say it 3 times for me to understand it (it's either a weird accent or a speech impediment, or both). Kind of fat, not a looker, but she's a minor anyway. After hand-standing into a pike, doing bridges, crunches, and pseudo-yoga stretches, my muscles were shot. I think I played against everyone. It ended when I tried to esquiva (dodge) Andres' kick and my legs gave out, collapsing on the floor. Andres taunted me to get up, but I "tapped out" and he finally pulled me to help me up.

I did some mall-ratting and saw Hazel, the substitute for Jazz in my database, at the Red Robin. Renewed the database. Rushed home for Smallville, only to find out it's not coming back until April 2. Blue balls! Ended the night with WWE Smackdown instead. My mommy and I ate beef with mushrooms because she uncharacteristically forgot we weren't allowed to eat meat on Fridays during the Lenten season. Score!

Boner at the front desk, Boner in the classroom

I picked up my prescription for new glasses before making my way to Justin's office in Pasadena. He talked to me about how he does Primerica. I knew it. Ah, this again. His higher-up, Margot, was an attorney for 6-1/2 years. He baited me with being able to ask her for advice.

I went to my seminar for the LSAT review. The chick at the front desk must be muslim as she has that cloth around her head at all times. But she's got a pretty face with glasses and light lipstick. While talking to her, I was discreetly humping the front desk between us, pretending it didn't exist, as if I was going into her. (Thank God no one walked up behind me!)

RYAN: Where's the restroom?
MUSLIM CHICK: Let me walk you.
INNER RYAN: Ooh, she wants to walk me.

RYAN: Can I borrow a pen?
MUSLIM CHICK: Sure, but give it back. I'll be watching you.
INNER RYAN: Ooh, she'll be watching me.

Our lecturer was a total geek chick. White chick with a long, dark ponytail and glasses. She gave out candy.

LECTURER: Ryan, how bad do you wanna go to Law School?
RYAN: Pretty bad.
LECTURER: And when you get there, how hard are you gonna work?
INNER RYAN: I wanna drink beer and jack off to more classmates and teachers while buzzed.
RYAN: Even better.

I listened to her life story. She says she's 5'7 and around 120 lbs. Not short, but light enough that I could carry her while having the in-out. Says she graduated from USC in '03. She'd be about 29. Older woman.

RYAN: What was your name again?
LECTURER: Lauren.

Lauren and I then shook hands! That's, like, hand sex! I can now scream out her name and imagine the touch of her hand while busting a #3. Today was a good day with 2 more in the database.

I went to the mall with my mommy to pick out some new glasses. I went with some brand name called Oakleys. I got myself some lasagna and raspberry iced tea for dinner.

Commence top mission of Quarter-Life Crisis

We called Philip back last night, or technically early this morning. Aftermath of the maids Chanda and Flor fighting: Philip was mostly worried because they sleep in the same room. He figured that one of them will leave rather than sleep in the same room as the other. His solution was to not stop whoever leaves. Chanda ended up leaving.

Like I said in the past, if only Chanda wasn't a fob, she'd be in my database. We found out not too long ago that she's only 19 and getting married next month to a 28-year-old. A classic case of desperate chick syndrome.

Commence top mission of Quarter-Life Crisis: I enrolled for my LSAT review course today.

I visited Brian at the GNC:

• Johnny's OK. Remember we were trying to save him from his brother's gang problems that he inherited. He fought 2 gangsters and got jumped. His ribs were bruised, but he protected his face really well.
• The night before the above incident, Johnny kept calling Brian. Brian figured Johnny was in trouble. But it turned out Johnny found a discarded marijuana plant in the garbage and didn't know who else to give it to except Brian.
• Emmanuel never talks about MMA anymore, implying his pursuit was an epic fail.
• He also never followed up on suing the cops who molested him. Loser.
• This other GNC regular customer (can't remember his name) who works for Katsuya was bringing home some sushi from work. But he didn't want it and insisted I have it. Sweet.

I saw this dude Justin in the mall, one of my co-stars in that film The Forgotten Jewel. He invited me to come to his office tomorrow to see what he does. Ah, one of those.

Back in the U.S. for a few hours and already got 2 in the database

Dad, Philip, Malou, Auntie Aida and the driver, Bernie, took my mommy and I to the airport. Philip's neighbor called Philip to report that a loud fight was taking place at the house. Philip called Bong and found out that the maids Chanda and Flor were fighting! Cat fight!

The flight movies included Up in the Air, The Blind Side and others. My mommy went with The Twilight Saga: New Moon and kept asking me a bunch of questions. I listened to some Taylor Swift before watching The Surrogates. I missed the last 14 minutes because we landed early and had to get off the plane.

Outside the airport, some cute black chick was trying to pick up on me. It's rare that I find a cute black chick in everyday life. But I can never operate in front of my uptight mommy. What a cockblock. Chick pointed out some other dude who had long hair, but said his was plain compared to mine. She was right. If only this was a porn flick, we would've gone inside because she said it was cold, have some cheesy dialogue that would've led us into the restroom, and bow chicka wow wow. But nooo. Oh well, she's in my database.

Auntie Bella picked us up. Outback Steakhouse was closed so we ate dinner at Cheesecake Factory. I tried their New Orleans Shrimps for the 1st time. Our receipt revealed our waitress' name was Anita L. Anita's face was aight. She was short like a girl should be without being a midget. I could imagine carrying her while - as they would say in A Clockwork Orange - having the ol' in-out. And she had a dark, long ponytail that would be nice to pull on. I saved her in my database as well.

Philip called while we were on the road. Time to call him back.

Going, going back, back to Cali, Cali (again)

I think I'm sick. I spent the morning watching High School Cheerleading competitions on the Sports channel. Mmm ... flexible, young chicks in short skirts flying around. Leaving for the airport in a while to go back to the good 'ol U.S. Just passing the time until then.

Finally some action (in terms of beer)

I just got back from that bar that serves "beers from around the world" in Eastwood. But everytime I go there, it seems the Brooklyn Black Choco Stout is unavailable. What a tease. I went with something called Rogue Dead Man's Ale (or something like that) and Timmerman's Fruit of the Forest. Philip didn't even touch his Zombie cocktail because his stomach started feeling acidic once he got it. Boo. So I had to drink it for him. Yay. We went to pick up my mommy from Auntie Aida's while buzzed.

I screamed like a girl

I screamed like a girl when I saw a cockroach in my room. My mommy jumped when she heard me shriek! She killed it and Philip kicked its remains out the door. My mommy was the last one to get in the car to go to church. She blamed her lateness on seeing a shadow follow her (I shit you not). We really made fun of her for that. The service was held at the mall. We were late and didn't have to stay long.

My mommy treated eveyone to a restaurant in Eastwood, the area with the bar that serves Sam Adams, Stella Artois, and other beers from around the world. It turns out my mommy knew what I do there all along. The name of the restaurant is Somethin' Fishy. That caused a lot of confusion.

RYAN: Where are we eating?
DAD: Somethin' Fishy.
RYAN: So where are we eating?
DAD: Somethin' Fishy.
RYAN: Ok, I understand what we're eating, but at what place?

You get the point.

It was all-you-can-eat. You guessed it. I ate 3 times more than everyone. We went mall ratting afterward. The Philippines just got their 1st Johnny Rockets restaurant. There was some celebrity whom I don't know at the Lacoste store. But he had a jackoffable brunette white girl with him. She's now in my database.

Return to Street Fighting

I returned to Street Fighting today! The teacher finally spelled his name out for me - J-A-V-I-E. Javie. In English, it would be Xavier. Apparently my name is "Chris." I didn't want to correct Javie in front of everyone, so I waited until the end of class. Last time he mentioned he's a doctor. Today, he clarified he's a veterinarian.

A couple of days ago, I stumbled onto a Philippine Krav Maga website that had a pic of Javie receiving a certificate. I told Javie how I tried Krav Maga since we last saw each other and shared with him everything they taught me. He offered some tips and a few corrections. He then taught me their infamous 360 Defense.

• Correction: When being long-armed choked (not rear naked choke) from behind, instead of what Krav Maga taught me, I should use a back elbow to turn around and simultaneously break the choke, followed with a palm to the face.
• "But who's gonna choke you like that anyway?" (referring to long-armed choke when it's from behind)
• Tip: Remember to maintain forward pressure when countering a front choke with the simultaneous pull-choke-apart and kick to the groin.
• New move: When long-armed choked from the side, Javie's same counter for the choke from behind will also work, but just execute to the side.
• But it will also work to outer palm strike the groin and up into an elbow uppercut to the chin, which I observed one of the teachers do way back at the intro Krav Maga class.

There's a chick now as a new student. It was only her 3rd class. She's pretty frail. But after getting warmed up, she was able to pass as a fighter. Javie actually used me as a T.A., as in teacher's aid!

JAVIE: Ok, you (chick) will hit him (me). And he will defend.
[Chick punches and I block everything.]
JAVIE: Ok, stop. (At me) You defended well. But you are doing Boxing defenses. We are not doing Boxing. We are doing Street Fighting.
[We go again.]
JAVIE: (After seeing chick wince in pain after I block) Ok, but don't block so hard.

And then I punched Javie in the face while we were demonstrating for the chick because he somehow didn't block that one!

RYAN: Whoops.
JAVIE: It's ok. That's my problem!

This dude Mikey arrived. He was the advanced student who was there at my 1st class. I guess he yawned and Javie flipped out, something about not being awake yet and if we're supposed to be a lounge or something.

During muli-attack speed drills, I accidentally kneed Mikey in the forehead.

RYAN: Oh, sorry!
MIKEY: Walang dugo! (Translation: There's no blood! In other words, it's OK, keep attacking him.)

So it was mostly just cumulative review. But instead of "the fucking Death March," we ended class with slow-motion simulated sparring. Not a contest. No winners or losers. Just learning. Me versus Mikey. I remember being able to stomp to the knee, roundhouse, push-kick, jab-cross, elbow strike, hammerfist and backfist. Mikey had problems keeping his fists closed.

Javie mentioned that this other kid named Aaron who was there during my 1st class no longer trains. Aaron's the son of Javie's friend. Apparently, he was stubborn and couldn't do a simple stance or protect his face, eventually getting fed up when he got hit too much. Javie then went on to lecture how it's his passion as opposed to a job, not caring about anyone except for those who want to learn.

JAVIE: My barkada (gang) and I don't really teach ... We go to bars and fight. But I'm 49 now. I'm becoming more suppressed.

In the afternoon, I let Malou's gay hair-dresser fix my hair, since my mommy talked me into it. Um, I'd rather not talk about how it came out.

Reconciliation

I had a weird dream last night. Pro-wrestler Booker T was after a friend of mine who was hiding out in a motel. I escaped using my Parkour skills. But I ran into Manny Pacquiao who asked me to spar with him and he gave me a black eye that I was proud to show off. End of dream.

My mommy harrassed me about going to confession with her today at a church. I went. Auntie Aida met us there with someone I didn't know. Mommy treated us to dinner. I ate meat even though I'm not supposed to because it's Friday during the Lenten season.

Fried chicken skin for dinner

We tried some of the E-Royce chocolate we bought and my taste buds masturbated again. My mommy, Malou, and Sheila accompanied Philip to the hospital. Drama with Philip's health all started with a stress test. My mommy came back with 2 Manny Pacquiao shirts for me as a surprise. Yay. We just got back from taking Sheila to the airport. She's going back to the U.S. tonight. Dinner was at some place where fried chicken skin is actually a meal. Yeah, I ordered it.

Guest-starring Linda, that 1-eyed maid from last time

Mommy came back in time to join us for dinner at Sheila's mom-in-law's house. Linda, the 1-eyed maid (from last January-February's adventures in the Philippines), works for them now. Auntie Aida brought me my leather jacket, which I somehow forgot I left it in their closet. (How can I forget such a thing?) Dinner was followed by watching American Idol and a rerun of Glee (but here it's considered an all new episode).

Give us this day our daily ... chocolate

Mommy's staying at Auntie Aida's until tomorrow. I tagged along to go shopping with Sheila, Malou, and Lola Elie. Every vendor was pissed because I had them bring out all their Manny Pacquiao shirts. And in the end, I had Sheila buy me Pacquiao short pants. There was a replica of the robe Pacquiao wears, but I had no idea where I would wear it. Later with the family, we bought some chocolate from E-Royce, hyped as "very fine chocolate." Yeah, it lives up to the hype. My taste buds masturbated. We had dinner at an all-you-can-eat place with a grill in the middle of the table. Yes, I kept my rep and ate literally 3 times more than everyone.

How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

I had a dream last night about tracking down Johnny. In real life, I hope he's OK. We were trying to save him right before I left to come back to the Philippines. He had inherited his brother's gang trouble. And I wonder if Emmanuel has succesfully been able to sue the pigs (crooked cops) who molested him. Ah, worrying about matters back at home.