Nostalgic.

Fuck, I can't think straight anymore. I can't think enough to blog anymore. If I was by myself or with hardly any people today, I think I would've broken down. -_- I just can't take seeing this shit happen to me everytime.

Thank god it's Saturday. :l

FUCK I MISS MY BESTFRIEND<3! :[

I haven't seen her in forever. ;asdfj;lfj;adsfj

I noticed i've been having fun staying afterschool at HS. I don't know. It just feels so different. I feel like I just fit in there.

Fuck I was feeling such an emotional wreck today. To the point where it was too much and I felt gay. -_- Fucking sadness and bullshit that happens everyday.

See,

I was supposed to blog about my Wednesday to Today. But there's always this thing in my head that has to kill whatever happened. So i'll list what happened.

Wednesday;
-school
-Tinikling practice
-Jamming
-hahaha

Thursday;
-school
-basketball tryouts in which my asthma fucked me over
-chilled at Tinikling practice
-c-walking
-jamming

Friday;
-school
-chilled for a bit at Tinikling practice
-BAND[AID]
-waited outside the Oxford Gym 'till we got to snuck in two hours later just for pictures and signatures
-home

Saturday;
-Speedzone
-AI
-Geoffrey's house
-AI
-MET TIA<3
-starbucks
-mope
-sleep

Sunday;
-mope
-mope
-mope
-Tinikling practice in which when I arrived I wasn't really in the best mood
-2:45pm-10:30pmish LONG ASS PRACTICE
-blog tv with Jacob, Aaron, and Sean
-eat
-Cleveland @ Orlando game
-blog
-mope

Yea.

So like,

I have been staring at my blog headline for the past half hour or so thinking about it. I guess the "little something" seems to be more than what it is in my mind lately. I don't feel comfortable blogging here anymore. So I guess i'll be a bit more "not so detailed" About any personal things. I just feel like there's no use in opening up to no where. It's like talking to a wall. Retarded.

There's always next year....

Every fucking time. I tell myself that. I played better than usual today. I wasn't scared of the game during those type of situations. I wasn't trying to get rid of the ball like it was on fire. But shit. My asthma. FML. I don't what else I can say right now. :/ For sure I didn't make it, but there's next year....

My last entry was a lie. LOL.

For full effect read it on wednesday.

FUCK IT. IT'S POINTLESS. :l

My last entry was a lie. LOL.

For full effect read it on wednesday.

FUCK IT. IT'S POINTLESS. :l

Last Chance?

Tomorow is Monday. Tomorow is also the day for Summer League Basketball tryouts. I have tried out before, but that was way back in September-October, and I played like shit. I was scared to touch the ball the entire time I was there. I don't know why.

It's been nine months since then, and I have noticed I have been playing more basketball a long the times. I feel as if I did get somewhat better. I can feel some sort of excitement, some sort of confidence rising up within me to even try... One more time....

I barely started playing Basketball since sixth grade, so some poeple would say I just started playing. The more I think about it, I think the same thing... Of the two years I've been at Brookhurst Jr. High, I have attended tryouts for basketball. First year didn't go so well... Second year, I felt like I had a chance. But it still didn't go so well. I also had to take care of some extra-curicular activities during that time, but now that I think about it, I think I would've made the team... But that's just me daydreaming off again...

Right now, as I think about my past years of playing this fucking sport. I always seem to get some sort of adrenaline rush. It's the type of rush that just keeps me pushing. No matter how hard. No homo, but I get broken hearted everytime I think about getting cut and a fragment of my confidence gets grated off once again.

Being cut sucks. I always feel like I have wasted my time, embarrassed my self in some sort of way, and end up looking down on myself. I still remember that everytime I got cut, I would stop playing basketball for about a month. I don't know... Being cut makes me suddenly hate the sport so much it's disgusting to even feel happy about it anymore.

That was my past, and now to talk about tomorow...

I think of tomorow as a day to redeem myself. To stop looking like a complete pussy on the court feeling like I am going to get tackled everytime. To stop getting brain dead and freezing up. To start waking up, and doing what I usually do in P.E. (I play better in P.E. it's like I feel almost to no pressure.)

The more I think about tomorow the more my confidence lowers but also the more my fires grows.

I have been having a rough week, nothing positive has been happening.

I have been feeling left out, unwanted, and alone for the past week.

But tomorow, all of that sorrow. All of the pain and sadness. All of that anger and stress. Tomorow I would put all of that into my energy of playing.





And maybe, just maybe, some magical thing in the world of basketball happens and I am able to produce and maybe stand out for once.

All I need is a little bit of support, some luck, and some confidence to keep my head up.

It seemed like only this morning....

that I texted on my Twitter, "Another soon to be horrible day." Only to be taken back because of some things that happened in the morning. :] "I take that back. AHA."

The day was pretty quiet itself. Just that there was something about today, that kept me going for some odd reason. Spanish was as dull and un-productive like it usually is. In Photography, it was a bit different. Eh, I felt hella productive, but not on Photgraphy. I was urging to catch up on Great Expections and its freaking annotations. I managed to finish Chapters 2-3 during that class. Sydney also kept rubbing my head, I guess she likes my hair. HAHAHAHA.

Lunch was fun. I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE PAYO MEETING. HAHAHAHAHA, WHATEVER. Lunch was funner than usual. HAHA. I don't know, everyone just seeemed so together today/yesterday. It was funny when I got to Albara and he was like, "Dude you know there's a PAYO meeeting today right?" I just went, "O__O OH SHIT I FORGOT!" *highfive* Me and him are fucking awesome. HAHAHA.

So then came Biology. It's usually a bit more fun, since we're working on the projects. I was hungry so I was mooching off food from Mimi and Jeff. HAHA. We finished our fucking fail of a Starfish. And that's basically it.

Health, eh more annotating. HAHA. Ms. P likes to pick on me. -___-'x WHY?! AND YET ANOTHER FUN DAY WITH LIKE 15 FANS IN THAT CLASSROOM, BECAUSE THE AC ISN'T FIXED YET. AHAHAHAHAHA.

After School I went straight to get my haircut. I fucking look awesome right now. HAHA.

I got home, and procrastinated on Showering. I eventually showered when Lakers had no hope.

I got out, they were down by like 12. WOW, they never caught up because they don't like to contest their shots, get rebound, and play defense. Fucking shit. SO dissappointing. -_-

Talked to Pham on the phone for a bit, that fool always cheers me up when I'm sad. HAHA. Fucking love that guy. (no homo) We just talked about Basketball Tryouts next week. It's been a year since we got cut, maybe it's different this time....


I started annotating, and I was deppressed till the Sun went down practically. I don't know why I was such in a low mood. I don't know. Don't ask.

Eventually I finished, ahaha me and Princess had a small chat before we went off to bed and same with Michelle Don.

I am pretty proud of myself from catching up on annotations, because in one day I annotated Chapters 2-9 WITH EVERYTHING. IN ONE DAY. I'm fucking proud of myself.


Today I noticed;
1) I've been drinking too much Chocolate shake.
2) I always crave McDonalds
3) I've always been craving Basketball.
4) I'm fucking scared shitless about tryouts.
5) I hate playing Basketball during P.E. because of some assholes.
6) If people don't know me, they need to shut the fuck up.
7) I tend to offend or act like an ASSHOLE when I am not in the mood.
8) Blah. :]


HAHA, goodnight. I guess Friday has finally come. It's time to get hype for the weekend once again. For me, it seems like it has already begun. :]

Wendys->Life->Yogurtland->Life->McDonalds

HAHA, what a fun day. So I think I should blog about it since I haven't blogged in forever. Plus I have a desk in here so it's more comfortable to type. :D

Okay, so I wake up at 1pm because of some reasons. One I guess my head couldn't handle the extremely disturbing horror like dream I was having, and NO I AM NOT EXPLAINING IT. Because it's just disturbing, to the point where I can still visualize every thing.... a;lskjdfadsfk Okay and Darren called me. -_-

HAHA, at first I was like... Who is this? You know?! The guy from AI!! He's tall and spikey hair!! I was like, Who the hell is this? And Darren goes like, IT'S DARREN! LMAO. Yea, I guess he was bored out of his mind because none of his friends were free this Saturday so he calls Remie and I to hang out.

So basically, if Darren didn't call me, I wouldn've been at home and mostlikely be hella grumpy and hella bored.

SO THANK-YOU DARREN. BAHAHA.

I had only like an hour in the house before I left. BAHAHAHA. My mom actually woke me up with food. :] HAHA. Because she sorta woke me up like 30 minutes before, and yeah....

OKAY, so Remie and Darren got to my house. And when I walk out, Darren is pushing the car down the street. LMAO my mom had a wtf! moment and me too! Because we thought Remie ran out of gas or something. ROFL, ended up just fucking around. HAHA. We were at the end of my street for like 2 minutes figuring out where to go.

We ended up going to Wendy's... BAHAHA. They ate, I didn't. We were talking about all this sexual shit when we were there. BAHAHAA. Shit was funny.

We stood outside to chillax, then went on our way.

So like... after the traffic, J music, and more traffic, we get to Life. BAHA.

First thing we see there are, FUCKING GTOs. Prolly a meet....

Then we went to play Left 4 Dead. Shit is hella cheaper than retarded ass Howies. Atleast that place has better computers and no annoying little 7th graders and shit and cholo people and shit. a;lkjfdakjfafkja;lkdjfs;ljf

We finished Dead Air in about an hour so that was good. AHA, then after Remie and Darren were supposedly IMing this girl named Candy from Remie's list. Later on we found out it was her friends or some shit, but like when she replied to them she was a BITCCCCHHHHHH. AHAHAHA.

So as I wait for them, Michelle Don texts me. She was saying that she was in Rowland Heights and was at a resturant. So I asked her where exactly she was. She didn't really know. So I didn't really bother anymore because i'm like, What's the chances of her being at Life? LOL. THEN THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, AS I WALK BY I SEE HER BROTHER IN LINE FOR THIS RESTURANT. So I am like scanning through the crowd looking for Michelle. So from there i'm like, NO WAI!? :D BAHAHAHA.

Found out Matt is a pedo.... LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

Yeah.... I don't think saying anymore is safe here. HAHAHA.

We then go to AI.

Jed and Laura randomly came to AI too! HAHA, I was racing and the next thing that happened was Jed randomly saying HELLO! in my ear. HAHA, fucking random. Then Laura just brushed my hair, then I think I lost that race. LOL. Ahhh, it was just some random races between me and Darren then we left outside just to chill out.

Lenny, Jed, Laura, Darren, Remie and Me were just talking about Matt's situation. It was fucking funny.

Then as we were leaving Life Laura was playing M.K.S. with me and Darren. It's a game where you give out three names, and you get to choose between which of them of who'd you marry, kill, and screw (fuck). LOL. It was funny.

We kept playing that 'till we got to Yogurtland. GOD DAMN. THEY ARE RIGHT ABOUT IT BEING FUCKING GREAT. <3 Yogurt is so good. Like shit! :D I wanted seconds... Should've gotten some... Damnit. -_-

So anyway as we play more of M.K.S. which then turned into Who would you fuck? LMAO, I KNOW. WITH THE SEX JOKES. ROFL. Geoffrey and his cousin? I think came. We barey stayed when he arroved though, so then Laura, Jed, Geoffrey, his cousin, and I walked to Tommy's because Laura got hungry. She got something to go....

So then we all went back to AI.

Had some fun races. Geoffrey and I thought we were like fucked over, because the machine turned off in the middle of a fucking race! And our cards were in, and usually when that happens all the shit saved onto your card dissappears. We were like T_T for 2 minutes then we just went eh... Once the machine spit our shit out, it seemed fine. So we played and yeah, everything back to normal! =D

So we got tired, and everyone fell out the mood. Remie and Jed played that one motion game with the gloves. LOLOLOLOL. Jed witnessed a Sagat fucking grabbing Bison's Ultra. AYA, how the fuck do you do that?! LMAO.

We all went and watched for a bit. THEN THESE FUCKING LITTLE MEXICAN NOOBS WALKED IN. FUCKING SHIT THEY DON'T BELONG MAN. JESUS, THEY WERE BUGGING ME. They were all playing the wangan machines with these grins on their faces. Fucking shit. ;lajdf;lkjdajf

So we walked outside and we all left.

So now it was just Remie, Darren, and me again. We went back to my area and got food. Where? The McDonalds near my house! ROFL. Which is literally down the street. LOLOLOLOL.

We were going to walk in, but they were already closed so we were like, Okay. What now? I just said to walk through. HAHAHAAAA, fucking Darren starts walking and goes into the drive-thru lane. So me and Remie jump in the car. HAHAHA. And we drive down the lane. Darren fucking walks around the car like a homeless hahahaaha, then he sits on the hood. HAHAA, then we get food.

We were going to eat in the car, but it wasn't comfortable, so we ate outside the car.

I finished my food faster than everyone else. Shit I am a monster, or I was just fuckign craving it or was extremely hungry. I don't know. AHA.

So we just stand outside and Remie fucking blasts cholo music. HAHA, me and Darren we're like, Turn it off unless you want to get shot Remie. 'Cause it was hella loud! HAHAAHAHA. So we get in the car, and we started bumping the music all loud in the car for a good hour or so. HAHAHA, it was fun. :D Then Remie puts on his Acoustic comedian person. Shit that was funny. Especially the Superman one, because the crowd was all drunk and they got too into it. HAHA, just had to be there....

Then a little bit of music. I got Remie to play Kids. :D HAHA. Then we left.




It was a fun day. HAHA, too much sexual jokes and shit but it's all good and funny. BAHA. I actually got to do what I wanted to do today. It was very chill. HAHA, it was a coincidence seeing Michelle today. xD And she told me she eats there a lot too! HAHA, she should look for me more.

Oh, and I stopped typing this like past half-way because the last half of The Hulk was on (the newest Hulk) and it was very intruiging(idkspellcheck><). HAHA. So yeah.

Alrighty, I had a good day. Time for some SFIII now. :D Goodnight bloggers.

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Lately...

I haven't been blogging for quite some time now. I think I have gone lazy, or just lost my motivation to do so all together. My life is hella un-eventful. My phone doesn't like to ring with messages during mornings like usual anymore. I've been bombarded with a shitload of homework, and I am learning a few things about my friends.

See look, now I don't have anything else to blog about!

I don't know, maybe I am just tired from like four hours of basketball. But I know I can be more energetic with this.

There's just really no motication anymore, only thing that keeps my head up during the days are my friends and the smile of cute girls. AHA.

I've given up on trying to get with a girl 'till probably whenever it just happens. My mind has been wandering off going no where trying to find myself a girl. It's pointless.

It's funny, because everytime I don't get with a girl, they happen to ALWAYS END UP, with a friend of mine. I think I am getting mocked or love doesn't really like me.

P.A.Y.O. meetings are fucking retarded. It's boring, and it's just full of Filipinos. Now I am starting to get what Jed meant. Gahh damn, atleast have some girls practice with us or some shit. Having like 8 more Filipino guys doesn't really help the already forced by will type practice. It's a fucking sausage fest. The only reason for me to this now, is because I am getting extra credit. Which I need, because my grade in Geometry is a fucking 66%. But hey! It went up! I remember last time I checked that shit was 54%.

Nothing interesting ever happens afterschool anymore.

I never get involved with the fun shit. So I tend to nap a lot.

For the past week, I have been extremely tired. Like even though I get more sleep than usual, I am hella tired. Every now and then someone tells me my eyes are red. Well I can't really sleep because of things. AND THEY ARE RED FROM SLEEP DEPRIVATION. I don't cry late at night. ROFL.

I tend to nap a lot.

I remember one time this week, I was hella hungry. Or was that last weekend.... I practically ate everything in sight. YUM.

I notice I enjoy being alone with a group of girls. HAHA. I'm wierd like that.

Twitter is addicting.

I barely realized there is a month of school left.

I am barely realizing how much I kind of fucked up Freshman Year.

I have given up or lost my hope in playing Basketball for Savanna next year.

Eh, FML? It's not that bad but eh. Maybe i'm just tired....


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