twenty

today, i turned 2 0. i realized that my birthday is not as fun as how they used to be. back then, (19th bday and previous bdays) i liked my birthdays only because it was my day, the world revolved around me for a whole day, and the amount of years built up since i came out of my mother's vagina. i would also like to mention how my mom would go all out on my bday with cake, asian food, and at least two bday balloons. now that i am twenty, i did not get any balloons or cake (because i didnt ask for it) and i payed for my own 2 0 candles. my point is, fuck im getting old.

my sushi cake from hanaoka. not really worth it for $47.

sushi cake, eggplant (i asked my mom to cook eggplant because derick hates eggplant), garlic chicken and low mein or chow mein (what's the difference?) from royal mandarin, macaroni salad, and fortune cookies haha. i didnt ask for much.


my mom. chillin and watching The Filipino Channel = LAME.


and who else, derick.


cousin mattheu. he thought it was his bday.

in my opinion, twenty years old means more responsibility to handle than at nineteen years old and wait three hundred and sixty five more days until i am able to legally purchase alcoholic drinks. however, it does not mean that i am going to drink heavily on fridays, saturdays, and maybe sundays.


p.s. i dont like vomitting and it's completely disgusting.