Life Database goes on

I was at Hot Topic for the first time since being back. There was this chick working there who's apparently been there for a while, but I never noticed her.

CHICK: Did you used to have blond [streaks]?
RYAN: Yeah, I did.
CHICK: Oh, [your red streaks] look nice.
Translation: I wanna bang you to vicariously bang your nice hair.

Now that I think about it, she's not ugly. And of course if only this was a porn flick, she would've accidentally said what she was thinking out loud, cheezy dialogue about hair would've brought us to the backroom, and bow chicka wow wow. But nooo. In this real life, all I said was, "Thank you."

I went down to the Halloween store to see if they were hiring. The manager is this redhead with tattoos on her rear delts. She's in my database.

I had an uncontrollable urge to take a nap at 5:00PM. I woke up at 9:00PM. I then woke up my mommy who's also jet lagged. The only place open for dinner was In-N-Out.

All I need is my finger

RYAN: I busted a #3 on the plane.
TIWAT: Couldn't wait [until landing], could you?
RYAN: I always wanted to know what it was like [up in the air].

I'm supposed to be jet lagged, but I was up by 7:30AM. I returned to the gym and began a new regiment. All their scanners to scan member IDs are being discontinued tonight. The new check-in system: Scanning our finger print. Holy technology, Batman! I saw Ernie for the first time in I-don't-know-when. He's Filipino, but has never seen a funeral in the Philippines. I had to explain to him how it's expensive to die in the Philippines.

I shaved fully for the first time since before leaving for the Philippines.

I checked out this ProScout event that turned out to be a scam where I caught one of the interviewers eyeing a 'lil boy and girl (brother and sister) with pedophilia vibes.

I visited Tiwat to catch last week's Smallville season premiere, which he recorded for me. It was my first time seeing him without the ankle bracelet since he was released from house arrest last 9/11. The Smallville season premiere gave me the biggest nerdgasm ever. It even included the Superman costume, purchased from whatever studio did the last Superman movie!

Mile High Club (sort of)

On the airplane, I listened to some available in-flight songs such as Justin Bieber's Baby, Taylor Swift's Love Story, and the Beegees' Stayin' Alive.

I watched Date Night starring Steve Carrel and Tina Fey. Fey's easily MILF status. Date Night also featured Leighton Meester. I remember having Meester in my database months ago. I then remembered there was something I always wanted to try ... Milestone: It was time to bust a #3 while thousands of feet up in the air for the first time ever!

But to who? With my pants down in the airplane's restroom, I contemplated. Sure Leighton Meester's jackoffable. But this semi-Mile High Club first time experience should be to someone special I know. (I don't know anyone "special," so I have to settle for just "someone I know.") For example - ah, memory lane - my first time trying on a condom, I busted a #3 to this chick Rebekah (a classmate in my former Capoeira group from 2002-2003).

Damn it, I had finally gotten fellow PWG fan Sam out of my head by this point (after she inadvertently kept incepting herself in my database). But ever since she flat out said she was OK with friends with benefits (see entry 9-4-10), I've interpreted that as indirect permission to bust a #3 to her. And since no other chick I personally know has given anything resembling such permission, by default, my first time busting a #3 on a plane was to Sam. By default.

Uncle Oca picked us up from the airport and my mommy and I ate tamales from a box that Tito Alex sent with us.

In the Philippines, babies can sit on your lap in the front seat

For baby Maxine's real 2nd Birthday, we had a house party. The cake had what was seemingly a huge Mickey Mouse centerpiece ... That turned out to be edible of multicolored icing! That's a lot of kids with clogged arteries.

Uncle Mon drank 16 beers. He looked so haggard. And he still drove home! (Why the hell aren't they strict about drinking and driving in the Philippines?)

Philip took us to the mall so I can get some Royce's Chocolates.

MOMMY: Dios mio! We went to the mall just for your chocolates.

Then Philip took us to another mall so I can look over some Filipino Martial Arts (FMA) equipment.

MOMMY: We're going to another mall?! You're so spoiled!

This armor was cool, but I'd need someone else to fasten in on me, which is counterproductive. Headgear is unavailable as the companies are still trying to make them not so heavy. I settled for a stick bag and padded sticks.

Maxine sat on my lap in the front seat, which would be illegal in the U.S. We came home to some leche flan, junk food for dinner.

Maxine's pre-Birthday

For baby Maxine's pre-Birthday (her 2nd Birthday is actually tomorrow), we ate at Saisaki, the last restaurant that dad ate in. Yes, an all-you-can-eat buffet. The house band with a chick lead singer serenaded our table. She started with Wonder Girls' Nobody But You ... And seemed like she forgot the words. Then Justin Bieber's Baby. We found out baby Samantha's idol is Bieber. And then finished with Lady Gaga and Beyonce's Telephone.

As we were leaving for dinner, a brown butterfly flew to Maxine. Mommy says it was dad visiting, via an old Filipino superstition, because dad loved her very much.

Dinner was another all-you-can-eat buffet at Shangri-La hotel. Haven't been there since I was maybe 10. It's a lot bigger and fancier now, but the lobby where I used to eat ice cream in still looks the same. I had at least 4 regular plates, 2 small plates, 1 bowl of soup, and a mock cocktail. The linguini alfredo I had them make on the spot was like the best thing I've had in a long time that it made me say Grace after a few bites.

And for some reason, Maxine wanted only me to carry her afterward rather than anyone else. When we got home, the brown butterfly was still chillin.'

Warning: Long and boring if you're not into fighting

Started the morning with some Street Fighting. Same classmates as last week - Dennis and Karyn (not "Kara" as I thought). But then Mikey, the other classmate I haven't seen since last March, walked in late. He's changed. He's no longer chubby, he has a shorter haircut revealing some gray hairs that he can no longer hide by combing over them, and he acts like he has ADHD. Anyway, Javie reviewed some old stuff with me to make sure I still got it and then trained.

• Muay Thai style roundhouses: 1) Step out, roundhouse. 2) Step, step, roundhouse. 3) Step, step up, roundhouse. (Honestly, this seemed too redundant for me!) Mental note: Pivot on ball of foot while roundhousing.
• There's a difference between the Karate style front snap kick (hitting with the heal of the foot) and the generic front snap kick (hitting with the instep of the foot, commonly aimed at groin).
• The push kick is always thrown with the lead leg because it will hit quicker than with the rear leg. The key is raising the knee high as possible and pushing the hip out.
• Blocking option for kicks #1: Raise leg so that everything above knee is horizontal against body. Counter with a punch.
• Blocking option for kicks #2: Swing arm, turning hips, to swat their kicks out of the way. Counter with a punch.
• Precision striking drill: One person stands as a dummy for the other to execute certain strikes at vital points. Reminders: 1) No knuckles to the forehead or chin. 2) A narrow, horizontal fist (of the 2nd knuckles down from the fingertips) works well to the throat. 3) A shot to the solar plexus hurts. 4) Uppercuts and body punches to the kidneys and ribs are cool. 5) Karyn likes knee strikes to the spine. 6) Achilles heals are good to stomp at.
• New move: Piston kick to the instep into a short side kick to the other instep (like a double kick).
• New move: While standing square, slap to the jaw/ear/temple. Hand comes from the side of the hip. Turn hips for full power.
• I was bleeding and didn't even know it after holding the pads for Javie's headbutts. (The velcro cut my forearm.)
• To block a headbutt, just crouch down. The attacker's nose is bound to run into the defender's hard cranium. (Reminder: It's not practical to headbutt a shorter person.)
• Reviewed countering a wrist grab into joint lock. Reminders: 1) Trap only the fingers, not the whole hand. 2) Maintain forward pressure. 3) Once attacker's arm is straight, you can armbar them.
• Drill: The 360 defense borrowed from the Israeli Krav Maga against a practice knife. After warm up, the partner with the knife attacks starting with the knife behind his back (not knowing where it will come from). Reminder: Flinch hips back to help avoid getting stabbed by the tip of the blade.
• Countering a commited/charging knife stab: Vertical forearm swipes knife hand away (turning hips so that upperbody is offline from knife's trajectory), hand traps their knife hand while side of body is already against attacker, keep charging foreward while free hand punches nonstop so attacker can't retract knife.
• Countering the full mount: Protect the face, knees bent, feet together, bridge/pop hips toward one direction (only one shoulder should be left on the ground) to throw attacker off, preferably land with forearm against their throat and other hand punches groin/face (whichever is closest to fist).
• Countering side mount (with one arm free): Hands together over attacker's face, push away toward one direction, knees bent, feet together, bridge/pop hips toward one direction to throw attacker off, preferably land with forearm against their throat and other hand punches groin/face. (Mikey struggled with me on top of him. Surprisingly, I got it every time! You know what that means? I got my bridge back!)
• Countering side mount (with both arms free): Knees bent, feet together, bridge/pop hips toward one direction to throw attacker off, with both arms in a raising motion, preferably land with forearm against their throat and other hand punches groin/face.
• For conditioning: Animal crawls, bear crawls, fast bear crawls, walking in squat position, and frog hops.

When Javie and I first met last winter, he mentioned that if I was worthy he'd let me buy one of his shirts with his logo on it. Today, he offered me one.

RYAN: How much?
JAVIE: 300 pesos.

Guess what? Normally, I walk around with no money in the Philippines because either mommy or Philip pays for everything. But today, mommy insisted I take some money and I reluctantly agreed. I had exactly 300 pesos in my pocket! Fate!

Yay self medicating on water

I still had a fever when I woke up, but it was gone by the end of the day. Yay self medicating on water.

We met with Tito Alex, the airforce guy, at YakiMix in Mall of Asia. It's one of those places with a buffet and a grill on the table to cook your own meet. It seems I have a habit of accidentally overcooking/burning meat.

Self medicating on water

I had another one of those dreams within a dream last night. In the dream, I wake up after having a nocturnal emission. But then I woke up again, this time in the real world, and thank God I was dry.

But I had a fever today. And back pains. Don't know why I was having back pains. I've been trying to flush out the fever with water. Cousin Philip took us all to get massages. Goodbye back pains.

An OK dream and then one hell of a dream

I had an OK dream and then one hell of a dream last night:

The first one was a dream within a dream as noticing something different about a car tips me off that someone is trying to incept my dreams (as in that movie Inception). I woke up, but went back to sleep.

BUT then I had a dream where I was in a bathroom with two teenaged chicks from cousin Janine's 18th Birthday party (see entry 8/27/10). First, I'm videotaping them in some lesbian action. Then two random guys come in to pair up with them and I'm videotaping some heterosexual action. When the guys are done, I take a turn with each of the chicks. The dream was so detailed with me putting on a condom and all that jazz. Then I woke up.

In the real world, I just came home from eating dinner with Auntie Aida and my mommy at some place called Savory Chicken. Mommy's sleeping over at Auntie Aida's again. You know what no parental supervision means ... Time for beer!

Kinta 1881

Philip brought home food, of which I ate 2 hotdogs, a cheeseburger, and a hot fudge sundae when dinner plans were initially cancelled. When plans were back on, I downed some coffee to speed up my metabolism to burn the junk I just ate. Dinner was at some fancy place called Duo. I had some good herb crusted lamb. While falling asleep, there was a badass Malaysian Martial Arts movie on TV called Kinta 1881.

Blind spot

The one-eyed maid Linda accidentally burned me because she had no idea I was standing right next to her due to her blind spot as she removed a pot straight from the fire and chucked it next to her ... where I was standing.

That mute lady who does pedicures and manicures came by today. My mommy talked me into joining her and Malou in getting my nails done. I never had any idea as to how they communicate with the mute lady, but she said she misses my dad because she used to do his nails.

I spent the day watching babies Samantha and Maxine fight. Maxine has her routine of taking whatever Samantha's playing with, running away with it, and hiding it. Samantha tried to bite Maxine's back. Then Maxine, who wishes for a swimming pool after yesterday's trip, took off her clothes demanding that we put her in a bathing suit and take her swimming. It's funny because she's only 1 year old.

Mommy's sleeping at Auntie Aida's place tonight, which means I have the room all to myself. And I'm wasted.

Rafting for the 1st time

Philip took us to a resort area called Villa Escudero. It was my dad who first found out about the place when Tito Dick and Tita Mila took him there 20 years ago.

Baby Maxine had been too shy to let me hold her since I've been back. But today, she finally came crawling back to me to make sure she didn't drown while swimming. The eating area for buffet lunch was ankle deep in water from the nearby waterfall. (Note to self: Upload the bad ass pic of me against the waterfall sometime.)

Then I went rafting for the first time on a raft made of only bamboos that somehow didn't sink. (Note to self: Upload the bad ass video of me rafting sometime.)

Back to the Street Fighting grind

I returned to Street Fighting this morning. My old teacher Javie looks the same, except his hair might be longer and has more facial hair. His new students are named Dennis and Kara. Kara can actually throw punches. Anyway ...

• Correction: Since last time, I thought an elbow can only be thrown from the rear hand. BUT an elbow can be thrown from the lead hand as long as it's like a snap and with a lean. Only if an elbow is thrown with the lead hand at full strength will one lose balance.
• Sidekicks should only be thrown at the side, hence why they're called sidekicks. The base foot pivots first, then the other kicks.
• Don't lean like a boxer when throwing a hook. Just snap it (reminiscent of Bruce Lee's "economy of motion" principle).
• I sparred in slow motion with Kara and then Dennis.
• New move: Overhand palm strike to the temple/ear/jaw. (Looks like something UFC fighter Chuck Liddel would do.) Other forearm protects the face, at least up to the nose.
• Drill: Finger jab to the eyes, step in with the rear elbow. ("Fall on your elbow onto their face.")
• Drill: Snap kick to the groin, straight palm to the face (from same side as kicking side), other straight palm to the face.
• New move: Rear foot hops up in place of lead foot, (Remember to bring knee up high) lead foot leans in for a push kick. (It's funny because it's basically how we would execute a ponteira - or push kick - with the lead foot in Capoeira).
• Drill: Back kick to the groin.
• Each of us had to endure 1 minute of being ganged up on by the rest of the class holding up pads.
• For conditioning, we used animal crawls, bear crawls, fast bear crawls, and walking in squat position to cross the room back and forth.

Later, the family went to eat at some place down the street from the gym. Coincidentally, Javie was there.

MOMMY: You said your teacher's a doctor?
RYAN: Later he clarified veterinarian. But he says "animal doctor."

The we bought Apyong some expensive sneakers. I had a flashback of when I was 15 and Apyong's older brother Bong was 10 and Philip bought Bong what would be his 1st shoes ever. (Yes, Bong didn't wear shoes for the 1st time until he was 10.)

T.G.I.Friday in the Philippines

Dinner was with my mommy, Auntie Aida, and Uncle Mon at T.G.I.Friday's. I was just giving the waiter shit. His name was also Ryan.

RYAN (me): Do you have sweet potato fries?
RYAN (him): No, sir. Just regular fries.
RYAN: Oh. In the States there's sweet potato fries.
RYAN: I know sir. 30% of the menu has Filipino food ... [Goes on an explanation about how every international T.G.I.Friday's modifies its menu to adapt to its country's food.]
RYAN: Is the strawberry lemonade bottomless (complimentary refills)?
RYAN: No, sir. It's by the glass.
RYAN: Oh. In the States it's bottomless.
RYAN: I know, sir. But ... Blah, blah, blah...

Flashback to 1999

I got to see baby Samantha's class for her speech therapy. They're all kids except for a fully grown, annoying retard.

Baby Maxine, not even 2 years old yet, likes to bite Samantha if she won't share a toy that Maxine wants. Today, Samantha tried to bite Maxine back, but couldn't catch her. Eventually, Samantha bit herself out of frustration.

While mommy was going through some of dad's old stuff, she found a picture of me from 1999 that I gave to him in which I wrote a conceited note on the back about looking like a prince and asking for silk shirts. Wow, my style's changed since then.

Today's funny moment: Just a few seconds into my mommy asking for my opinion on something, I blanked out and started reviewing Capoeira cheorography in my head. When I had no idea what my mommy was talking about afterward ...

MOMMY: Are you OK? Are you drinking? Are you on drugs?

Time for a sugar diet now with assorted donuts from Krispy Kreme and butter toffee cookies and double fudge cookies from Mrs. Fields.

Apparently that's the thing to do on the 7th day

I swear they make up these rules as they go along. So I got woken up at 5:55AM to go back to where dad's buried to pray and then feed hundreds of people again (God it's expensive to die in the Philippines!) because apparently that's the thing to do on the 7th day anniversary of someone's death. Philip went to work just to clock in and left. (Yes, free pay day.) The DVD of the funeral was finished and we had a premiere for it. Damn it, this part was actually caught on camera:

At the funeral ...

[Philip comes to put his hand on my shoulder while I'm staring at dad's coffin]
RYAN: (Whispering) I'm just standing here so I can get some camera time.
[Philip backs off, tries not to laugh. I just laugh.]

Back to the present ...

MOMMY: Why are you laughing during such a moment?!

Then the mayor casually stopped by to eat with my dad's friends and they acted like they usually hang out. I guess they do. (Clifford had asked me, "You really didn't know your dad, did you?)

We visited one of my dad's cottages. I laid down on his bed. Then called it a day.

Back to a full house

A few changes since my last visit to the Philippines:

• Bong's little brother Apyong (whose given name is Rafael, which I found out from Camille) was dad's caretaker when he died. Bong has moved back to the jungle. Apyong still lives with us doing other work.
• Chanda, the late Auntie Zelda's caregiver and later just one of the maids, left after getting into a fight with Flor on the night that I last left (see entry 3/10/10).
• Jezabel, Chanda's cousin and baby Maxine's now former nanny, has since also left. Flor is now Maxine's nanny.
• The one-eyed maid, Linda, now lives and works here full time.
• An extra guy, whose name I don't know, also lives here doing manual labor.
• Baby Samantha, who had been undergoing speech therapy after embarrasingly the younger Maxine was learning faster than her to speak, can actually form sentences now.

In total, the people who live here are: Cousin Philip, cousin-in-law Malou, Lisa (baby Samantha's nanny), Flor (baby Maxine's nanny), babies Samantha and Maxine, Linda (maid), Carol (washes clothes), Bernie (driver), Harry (Bernie's brother), Apyong, that other guy whose name I don't know yet, the dogs (Pochi, Winnie, Babes), mommy and I.

Is there supposed to be a quota of having 14 people live here?

I can't believe I've been in the Philippines 3 times this year

Uncle Bobby and Auntie Elsa came to visit on the day we left. Uncle Lando and Uncle Oca drove my mommy and I to the airport. Tito Clody met us there to give us our plane tickets. On the plane, I watched Clash of the Titans, slept soundly across 4 vacant aisle seats, watched Robin Hood, and clung onto the walls like Spider-Man as the woman next to me got knocked on her ass when the plane experienced such turbulence that everyone thought we were going to crash. Uncle Mon and Auntie Aida picked us up from the airport.

Stuff I discovered for the first time:

• Apparently, dad was a councilman in his village of Tarlac and even served as acting mayor for a few months during the 70s! Holy crap, my only memory of him regarding work was being a mail man and hating it! But those were his later years.
• Leyser (what an interesting name), our first gay relative, had spent a lot of time with dad.
• I have a little cousin named Camille. The elders make fun, saying she doesn't have a boyfriend because she hangs out with gay guys. I have no idea why Camille tried to introduce me to one of her gay friends in a suggestive way. I guess she thinks I'm gay. [Shrug.]
• I have a cousin named Glen who's a seaman in Miami, Florida. He shared that dad actually paid for his schooling. (Why the fuck didn't I see any of that money?) Mental note: Must get in contact with Glen since he offered to hook up a discount for a cruise trip.
• The village testifies that it was common for dad to give away free money to starving village people. (Again, why the fuck didn't I see any of that money?)
• I have a cousin named Clifford who ate with dad at Saisaki in what would be dad's last meal.

CLIFFORD: When you graduated from film school, your dad made this whole town celebrate. We were all so fucking wasted. People were getting stoned.

(You know what that means? A town thousands of miles away partied harder than I did for my college graduation.)

Then Clifford tried to pressure me into reading a speech in Tagalog for dad's funeral. But I told him I would run away by any means necessary.

JO JO (Dad's friend): I don't care if you're a body builder and I'm fat. I will try to chase you and bring you back!

It's expensive to die in the Philippines. A vigil lasts for a few nights unlike in America where it's only one night. You have to cater every visitor's breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. And traditionally, you don't sleep on the last night, staying awake until after the funeral. It's hard being Filipino sometimes.

As hundreds of people marched to the cemetery, the municipal office lowered the Philippine flag at half mast for dad (since, again, he was apparently a councilman in the 70s), which I guess is supposed to be a beal deal in terms of flags.

Yes, these past 7 entries were not posted until now, but time-stamped to meet my daily quota anyway

Dad died.

Tito Noel trimmed my hair and put in red streaks first thing in the morning so that I would look good for the funeral.

Time to go back to the Philippines now.

Dad

Labor Day. I just assumed we didn't have Capoeira training. My mommy and I ate dinner at Cheesecake Factory. I tried the jumbalaya for the first time. Then cousin Philip from the Philippines called on my cell phone, which can only mean emergency. Dad was dying. I finally finished my 21st day of upper body push muscles and 21st day of abs at the gym, so I can finally begin a new regiment like I do after every 21 days. Driving back home from the gym, Philip called, but I let it go to voicemail because I already knew what it meant.

Putting my aunt's superiority complex in check :-)

Couldn't sleep. It was all the coffee I drank at Norms. After 5:30AM, I busted a #3 to see if it would help. To who? Well, I don't like busting a #3 to friends - because they're friends! - BUT since Sam flat out said she's OK with friends with benefits, I figured that was indirect permission to bust a #3 to her. The coffee eventually wore off and I slept.

PWG's 2nd night of Battle of Los Angeles was tonight, but had to go to Santa Barbara for my nephew Tristan's 1st Birthday. My mommy and I picked up her sister. I drove because my mommy was tired and I had banned her sister from our driver's seat. (This is the same aunt who insists driving a slow minimum of 8 hours to Las Vegas.) My mommy's sister imposed her usual superiority complex of sitting in the front seat because sitting in the back "makes [her] dizzy." [Cough] Bullshit [Cough]. After man-handling her nonstop harrassment (i.e. backseat driving, whining about radio stations, etc.), she then hypocritically complained about lack of respect. Haha! Classic!

For words of wisdom in Tristan's scrap book reserved for when he knows how to read, I wrote:

You'll never be too old for baby food. It has nutrients that "grown up" food doesn't. Trust me. I personally like the peach flavored ones.

Coming home, my mommy drove. And I kicked her sister out of the front seat.

Ryan - 2. Aunt's superiority complex - 0.

"You're gonna get me divorced!"

Did my 21st day of legs at the gym before picking up Matt to go to PWG. After the lines were split into "presale" and "buying tickets at the door," I was 1st in the latter (1st time ever being 1st in a PWG line). Some weird guy named Craig, who spent most of his life working at circuses, waited next to us being weird the whole time, but left right before they let us in. Weird.

Samantha brought some pizza and insisted that I force some of it into Matt so we don't have a repeat of Matt's puking after beer.

This is the 2nd time that bartenders Lisa and the Asian one (pronounced re-shawn, but not sure how to spell it) weren't there. Darn it! I caught Chad looking at the chick we both bust a #3 to. Chad then looked at me ...

CHAD: You're gonna get me divorced!

(Reference to text messages from me about said chick that Chad had to delete before his wife saw them.)

The chick that normally wears the flower on her ear was there, but no flower on her ear this time. She sits with Sam's group.

During intermission, Sam was venting about losing a guy she loved and a guy she was hooking up with at the same time. Damn it, this info of hooking up doesn't help get her out of my head ...

Pause. It all started months ago when Sam, who's aight-looking after all, inadvertently incepted (coined after movie Inception) an idea to get in my database. But I don't like busting a #3 to friends - because they're friends! - so since then I've been like, "Get out of my head, get out of my head ..."

CHAD: I think friends can get married, but they just can't fuck. That's just my opinion.

Sam then explained why she disagrees.

RYAN: Did Sam just imply she's OK with friends with benefits.
MATT: She didn't imply ... She flat out said she's OK with friends with benefits.

I got a pitcher of Deadlift Imperial IPA, which is 8.6% alcohol per volume. We discovered Chad's a lightweight. Later, as Sam was walking over the chairs behind me while rocking out to some music ...

SAM: Don't worry, I'm not gonna start dancing behind your head.
RYAN: ...
INNER RYAN: (Sarcastically) Oh, like you'd protest.

Damn it, I swear she's doing this on purpose! (The trying to incept herself into my database, that is.)

Matt and I ate at Norm's afterward. Went home, fired up the porn, and busted a #3 to Sheryn from last night.

A free pitcher of Sam Adams all to myself

I did my 21st day of upper body pull muscles at the gym. Finally! (Again, I try a new regiment after every 21 days.)

Guitar practice was cool.

Then it was time to work again recording Paul and Martha's band at their 2nd performance in Simi Valley (see entry 6/25/10). The same jackoffable chick at the front, who had that rare look of Latina who kind of looks Asian, was there again. That jackoffable bartender Trish, same short shorts and high socks, was also there again.

Martha had finally gotten a day job and - for more boner points - brought a couple of her jackoffable coworkers. One of them was a white chick named Sheryn, tall for a chick but shorter than me, as all cute chicks should be. She's in my database.

I met Paul's youngest son/Martha's youngest stepson Khan. The dude's white. I never thought I'd meet a white guy named Khan.

They gave me a voucher worth $25. What did I get? A free pitcher of Sam Adams all to myself.

I had to drive Khan, who was really fucked up, back to their place.

MARTHA: Why didn't you talk to Sheryn?! She was into you!
RYAN: You're telling me this NOW?

KHAN: I was talking to that chick "Samantha" all night--
MARTHA: There was no one named "Samantha!"
RYAN: I think he meant Sheryn.
KHAN: Oh shit.
PAUL: And you kept calling her "Samantha?!"

Khan and his sister Sable made a Del Taco run. I got a macho burrito at Del Taco.

KHAN: Dude, I was about to fuck that waitress!

Then I watched Khan inhale nitrous. Martha walked in on one of his hits. Uh oh. Then chased him around the house trying to get the nitrous away from him.

PAUL: Khan seems high. Did you give him some acid?
RYAN: Um, no.
PAUL: Oh, I just thought maybe you did.

90210

Today's date is 9/2/10, or 90210 - nicknamed after popular TV show 90210.

I saw Lottery Ticket at 1:45PM at the AMC in Burbank, then snuck into Vampires Suck at 3:30PM, and finally The Other Guys at 5:10PM.

What the hell did I do with my Wednesday?

I was supposed to go to Capoeira training and then for reasons I can't explain, didn't feel like going. Spent the rest of the day catching up on stuff.