Fratres (for 12 celli)

today was quite epic.

woke up, left home early for choir. and holy shit, we were playing through a song, and my friggin guitar strap fell off D: . embarrassing. yeah.

chilled at home for a bit afterwards, then went out again to: Popeyes (supplements for diesels... not fried chicken lol), Iron Chef (!!!!), and the same house i was at on thursday.

Popeyes - rofl those 2 employees are clowns. we walked in and they were laughing at some shit as if they were stoned. lol. but they're cool with me and dino since we go there a lot and spend $. dino spent a whopping $200 on supplements. lawl

Iron Chef [warning: very bad language] - holy fuck. i'm going to write a fucking essay about how transcendental this restaurant experience was. seriously. holy shit. so we walk in there (it's near Pocock btw), and it's some fucking first class japanese shit. holy shit. my mom reserved one of those teppanyaki tables (where the chefs cook your food in front of you). and holy shit. it was fucking amazing. holy shit. the chef we got did so many funny things. he started off by doing some crazy dextrous shit with his steel spatula and fork thingy. then he designed a smiley face on the griddle using the cooking oil, then he fucking lit that shit up with a lighter, and then it burst into some SERIOUS flames (holy shiiiiit!!). he then proceeded to cook our vegetables. he took this fucking knife out of its fucking sheath which was on his fucking belt. holy shit. he cut up our veggies faster than the speed of light. zomg. okay and you know what he did with the onions? holy shit. he broke apart the onions down into smaller rings, then stacked them so as to form the shape of a mountain/volcano (with a hole at the top). and you know what he did with that fucking hole? yeah. that's right. he filled that shit with some cooking oil. and you know what he did next? yeah. that's right. he fucking lit that shit on fire. and out comes a massive flame from Mount Onion. and it gets even better. he waited til the fire went out, so that a steam stream was the only thing that came out. holy shit. and you know what he did? he slowly slid the onion mountain across the griddle and repeatedly tapped the steel spatula against the griddle. in other words: A FUCKING CHOO-CHOO TRAIN. holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit that was SO awesome. moving on, he then began to cook my fried rice. he juggled the egg a bit with his weapons of choice, and then at one point he threw it up in the air and it fucking landed in his chef hat. holy fuck. and you thought that was cool. i was watching the chef behind him. you know what HE did with an egg? he juggled it in a way similar to our chef, but holy FUCK he fucking threw it up in the air, turned the metal spatula 90 degrees, and then the egg landed right on the edge of the spatula, so as to crack it open. then the yolk and shit fell on the griddle. THAT was fucking cool. holy shit. oh yeah, during the whole cooking process, my mom was being so gay and she was asking some fucking hilarious questions, e.g. "where did you learn to cook?" (japan, no shit); "do you speak japanese?" (ROFL). okay i think that's all i have to share about the chefs. in summary, it was a fucking mindblowing experience. there's a little more to the story than just the chefs though. if you've ever seen a teppanyaki table, you may have noticed that you will usually sit with other people/families. well... we were situated beside a black family. LMFAO. it was like, a mom dad 2 teenage boys and their auntie (LOL BLACK AUNTS). well yeah dino sat directly beside one of the teenage boys (who sat beside his brother), and all we heard during our dinner was "SOULJA BWOI TELLUM". LOLOLOL. i wanted to say it to dino but i was afraid the blacks would hear me and they'd give me dirty looks. so i actually texted dino saying "SOULJA BOI TELLEM". lol. yeah. we had dinner with our family friends, and my mom said that our tita said "it's rare that you see black people at a restaurant like this"... LOL. so on our way home, i said to my parents "lol hey mom and dad............... black people" and they started to lol. my dad was like "yeah i wouldn't expect to see them at Iron Chef, wouldn't they usually eat at... you know... some fried chicken place?" LMAO. anyways, that's my Iron Chef story.

family friends' house - before we entered this house, dino and i went to go bother mark molina since he lives a few houses down. the little dark faggot walked out wearing shorts and a t-shirt, durrrrr. it was freezing. but dino jumped him and kept him warm LOLOLOL. so we went inside our family friends' house and had some desserts and played video games. awesome.

and that's pretty much my day. definitely epic.

oh yeah i should get my g1 soon.