i will climb a mountain high, until i was up to touch the sky

As you can tell I woke up kind early yesterday. I was supposed to meet Philip at the Marina Square Starbucks at 10:40 so I could follow him to the gym we were going to, but to remain consistent, I was late and didn't really leave the house till about 10:55. Then as I'm driving on the freeway, for some reason that's still unknown to me, I thought I was going to Newark or something so I get get on 800 south instead of north. Lost of at least five minute there. I show to the Starbucks at 11:15, where Phil's chillin' outside by himself waiting for me, haha. After driving through Oakland a bit, and crossing the bridge into Alameda, we pulled into the school lot by 11:30.

Pretty much five minutes after we enter the gym and change our shoes, we're already playing ball. I hadn't really stretched that well, so for the first few points my reaction time and quickness were pretty reduced and my achilles tendon got pretty sore pretty fast. As the games went on, the soreness subsided a bit, but due to the janky floor, the quickness come back. Instead of being polished wood, the floor was some sort of vinyl or plastic composite type thing, like the flooring you find in some kitchens. That and the fact that nobody thought of mopping the floor. Can't complain much, though. It is afterall a middle school gym. My shooting wasn't all there (something along 3 - 9/10 every game), but I got my points, and I made up for my lacking performance with some monsterous rebounding inside and a few blocked shots. The good thing is, I did have at least 3 points in all three of our half court games to 11, and I had one in the fullcourt game to seven that followed. My highlight of the day was the game winning trey (3 pointer for you basketball illiterate).

Aftewards we went to some Mexican restaurant to chow down on all sorts of you know, Mexican food, haha. I myself had a wet burrito with chile verde, and some sort of cultural specialty drink, all compliments of Phil. Thanks, man. We spent a bit over an hour in there, talking about work, school (yes, calculus is useless), paintballing (lol), and other past childhood experiences. I got home around 3:30.

Turns out Chester and Tom was going to the rec to shoot hoops, so Kevin and I went as well. Good thing I didn't pack my basketball shoes yet. We played two games, and it just overall added to my day of exercise. In our second game, some guy that was like 6'4" at least 250 owned all of us inside. That guy had good hops for someone his size.

As for the evening, the family and a bunch of family friends went to some theatre in Oakland for some Chiense type of production. It's a nice place, except that exiting the building took some time. As we're walking up the stairs Kevin notices Flora with her family so I wave hello before going inside. We end up sitting on the mezzanine level, and it was pretty hard finding seats for a while. Somehow I ended up sitting between my dad and brother, which as you would guess left me with no leg room and less shoulder space. Kevin cheered when one of the emcees started speaking in English, and again rejoiced when he noticed the English subtitles on the screen. Near the beginning I fell asleep, but coincidentally I woke up when a whole bunch of girls came onto stage, haha. I can't find the name of the thing we saw, but it was about appreciating our parents and stuff like that and even though we (the kids) do all these bad things and junk they'll always love us and all that jazz. The whole thing was pretty touching, actually. No, I didn't cry (stop laughing), but it get me in that mood. Especially the part where they mentioned something along the lines of "your birthday is the day your mother suffered the most." I've never thought about it that way. Jeez, all these old people drag me out on a Saturday night to get me on a guilt trip, haha.

OMG I can't find my chapstick! Nooooooo.

"I fail to see any pansies at this mall" -Phil

[23:00] anything that involves girls beats jerry
Punk.