Well, today I rode my bike from Concord to Antioch. During that time, I took the liberty to let out everything that was on my mind. It felt good. Even if some of the things released were the typical downsides of my life and how unsuccessful I am, there were also good things that I could say that happened to me. From having a good Thanksgiving, to talking to my uncle whom I haven't talked to in about a year, to meeting new interesting people, it all felt great.
I almost got run over again, though. Not the best thing in the world.
I think I can say life is relieving some stress from me, finally. Time to see what'll come in the future. Hopefully something good.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Right?
Whatever is left on your right hand
is the pencil which writes what you think is right.
While the left hand is left without recognition,
the right hand is pertained to write.
The left or the right side of the brain
It's all the same.
Both take a chance
to let you advance.
Determining whether you write with your left hand;
to tell you if you write with your right that, in fact, you are wrong.
Why is it wrong?
Why is it that if you write with your left, writing with your right is wrong?
Wouldn't it be logical to be able to write with both?
They both would lead you somewhere, it's just all a hoax.
Some writers are right, some writers are wrong.
But it doesn't really matter; whatever they think goes.
It's only a person's mindset that determines whether it's fact or fiction;
we need right and wrong writers, or else there'd only be diction.
Physics and friction, it's all the same.
People from the past saying, "This is how life came."
But who cares now?
Economy, stress, people losing their homes and jobs.
Outbreak and riots, people beginning to rob.
When in reality, it's the government that's robbing us;
Taking our pride, home, and cars, making us take the bus.
So today we stand, united as one;
divided by zero, which it can't be done.
-
is the pencil which writes what you think is right.
While the left hand is left without recognition,
the right hand is pertained to write.
The left or the right side of the brain
It's all the same.
Both take a chance
to let you advance.
Determining whether you write with your left hand;
to tell you if you write with your right that, in fact, you are wrong.
Why is it wrong?
Why is it that if you write with your left, writing with your right is wrong?
Wouldn't it be logical to be able to write with both?
They both would lead you somewhere, it's just all a hoax.
Some writers are right, some writers are wrong.
But it doesn't really matter; whatever they think goes.
It's only a person's mindset that determines whether it's fact or fiction;
we need right and wrong writers, or else there'd only be diction.
Physics and friction, it's all the same.
People from the past saying, "This is how life came."
But who cares now?
Economy, stress, people losing their homes and jobs.
Outbreak and riots, people beginning to rob.
When in reality, it's the government that's robbing us;
Taking our pride, home, and cars, making us take the bus.
So today we stand, united as one;
divided by zero, which it can't be done.
-
Mellowing down.
Slowly forgetting about it.
Emo/breakdown stage is not for me.
I think I just overreact.
Emo/breakdown stage is not for me.
I think I just overreact.
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Good and the Bad
Times suck, at the moment.
1) Nothing on my side is going good. Even though I said in an earlier post that seeing my friends have good things happen in their life makes me jealous that I can't have the same thing back. It's selfish, I know, but...jealousy is a normal human emotion, I guess.
2) My friend just got suspended when he was innocent for what he was accused for. Now I have to go to school tomorrow and have a boring day when I'm not really in the mood to not have a close friend near by. TTB is going to be on a field trip, and my last close friend is going through his own personal matters so I don't want to perturb him with more problems; I don't really like rubbing my troubles onto other people. It makes it seem like I want sympathy when I don't. Even though I'm venting in this blog, that's what it's for, right?
3) Mixed thoughts are going through my head. Part of me helps this person, but it wants something else. I don't know what to end up with, but being the friend of it will be fine too. But...if something happens, who knows. I just need to focus on studies...
Song of the night:
"Best Not to Think About It" -Athlete
1) Nothing on my side is going good. Even though I said in an earlier post that seeing my friends have good things happen in their life makes me jealous that I can't have the same thing back. It's selfish, I know, but...jealousy is a normal human emotion, I guess.
2) My friend just got suspended when he was innocent for what he was accused for. Now I have to go to school tomorrow and have a boring day when I'm not really in the mood to not have a close friend near by. TTB is going to be on a field trip, and my last close friend is going through his own personal matters so I don't want to perturb him with more problems; I don't really like rubbing my troubles onto other people. It makes it seem like I want sympathy when I don't. Even though I'm venting in this blog, that's what it's for, right?
3) Mixed thoughts are going through my head. Part of me helps this person, but it wants something else. I don't know what to end up with, but being the friend of it will be fine too. But...if something happens, who knows. I just need to focus on studies...
Song of the night:
"Best Not to Think About It" -Athlete
Phloge #3
O
M
G
So basically, I played the matchmaker for my TTB. They're pretty much borderlined dating, but not official. I feel happy for her even if nothing good is happening on my side. The TTB isn't really enthusiastic about it...or at least her real-life expression isn't showing it, yet I still feel really happy because she's been eyeing this guy for quite a long time, but never had the courage to confront him. But thanks to me, I broke that shyness. I didn't force him to talk to her, so that means he wanted to get to know her..and he did, and now look where they are. Since I can't be happy on my own, I'll be happy for my friends.
On a more personal note, I'm starting to talk to more people. It's really interesting on what some people have to say and what they're going through. High school really is packed with drama. But seeing the variety of it from different people is amusing. This week is brightening up.
M
G
So basically, I played the matchmaker for my TTB. They're pretty much borderlined dating, but not official. I feel happy for her even if nothing good is happening on my side. The TTB isn't really enthusiastic about it...or at least her real-life expression isn't showing it, yet I still feel really happy because she's been eyeing this guy for quite a long time, but never had the courage to confront him. But thanks to me, I broke that shyness. I didn't force him to talk to her, so that means he wanted to get to know her..and he did, and now look where they are. Since I can't be happy on my own, I'll be happy for my friends.
On a more personal note, I'm starting to talk to more people. It's really interesting on what some people have to say and what they're going through. High school really is packed with drama. But seeing the variety of it from different people is amusing. This week is brightening up.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Phloge #2
Fuck.
It really makes me mad knowing that I'm ugly and deformed. It really makes me mad knowing that there is no such thing as what a person is, yet it is what a person looks like.
I really hate it when I tell myself to try again to look for someone and end up getting chewed up and spat out. I really hate the fact that people give false hope and make you seem interested; when in reality, they said they were gone when really they were just talking to your best friend for a long time.
I loathe how my best friend knows I like this one girl, yet doesn't give a FUCK about me because half the time he's spilling everything about his girl problems onto ME. Why the FUCK does everything good happen to other people, who are oddly better looking than me, and not me? Why aren't I ever granted a chance? Why can't I find someone who shares the same ideas as I do as well as likes me for who we are rather than what we look like?
I knew I should give up. Everything I say comes true. So when I said that I'd never find anyone else after her, I was fucking right. I hate high school. I want to graduate. I want to move on. I want to be someone. I want to be alone. If not alone, I want someone who likes ME. No matter what I look like. No matter what qualities I have. But I'm never finding that. I'm just going to stick to my original plan:
Living in an apartment in San Francisco with a daughter and a dog.
I want that so bad right now...
It really makes me mad knowing that I'm ugly and deformed. It really makes me mad knowing that there is no such thing as what a person is, yet it is what a person looks like.
I really hate it when I tell myself to try again to look for someone and end up getting chewed up and spat out. I really hate the fact that people give false hope and make you seem interested; when in reality, they said they were gone when really they were just talking to your best friend for a long time.
I loathe how my best friend knows I like this one girl, yet doesn't give a FUCK about me because half the time he's spilling everything about his girl problems onto ME. Why the FUCK does everything good happen to other people, who are oddly better looking than me, and not me? Why aren't I ever granted a chance? Why can't I find someone who shares the same ideas as I do as well as likes me for who we are rather than what we look like?
I knew I should give up. Everything I say comes true. So when I said that I'd never find anyone else after her, I was fucking right. I hate high school. I want to graduate. I want to move on. I want to be someone. I want to be alone. If not alone, I want someone who likes ME. No matter what I look like. No matter what qualities I have. But I'm never finding that. I'm just going to stick to my original plan:
Living in an apartment in San Francisco with a daughter and a dog.
I want that so bad right now...
Monday, November 17, 2008
Almost Easy
I feel insane
Every single time I'm asked to compromise
'Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways
And that's the way it stays
So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance?
By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not... not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
Shame pulses through my heart from the things I've done to you
It's hard to face but the fact remains that this is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin but deep inside I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not... not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
(You'll learn your lesson)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(But first you fall)
Come back again it's almost easy
Now that I've lost you it kills me to say
(Hurts to say)
I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away
I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong now let me make it right
(Make it alright)
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm not insane, I'm not... Not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
(You'll learn your lesson)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(But still you fall)
Come back again it's almost easy
_____________________________________
Avenged Sevenfold is by far the best band ever.
Every single time I'm asked to compromise
'Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways
And that's the way it stays
So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance?
By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not... not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
Shame pulses through my heart from the things I've done to you
It's hard to face but the fact remains that this is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin but deep inside I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not... not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
(You'll learn your lesson)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(But first you fall)
Come back again it's almost easy
Now that I've lost you it kills me to say
(Hurts to say)
I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away
I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong now let me make it right
(Make it alright)
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm not insane, I'm not... Not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again it's almost easy
(You'll learn your lesson)
Come back to me it's almost easy
(But still you fall)
Come back again it's almost easy
_____________________________________
Avenged Sevenfold is by far the best band ever.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Urban Sport List
The Urban Arts:
- Urban Sprinting: Escape a mall security guard without getting knocked down.
- Urban Frogger: Cross a busy street without turning, stopping, or looking for oncoming traffic. You win or you lose, you get one life.
- Urban Surfing: Get on a bus and don't hold on. Position yourself so you are in surfing position. If you fall, you lose.
- Urban Eating: Eat a plate of fried rice using one chopstick. Beat 30 minutes to get the "imba-winner" title.
- Urban Thinking: Think faster than thinking fast to win.
- Urban Shopping: Shop using Monopoly money without getting caught.
- Urban Ninja: Get through a busy mall without tripping or tripping others.
- Urban Walking: Walk the walk
- Urban Talking: Talk the talk.
- Urban Game: You lost it.
- Urban Sprinting: Escape a mall security guard without getting knocked down.
- Urban Frogger: Cross a busy street without turning, stopping, or looking for oncoming traffic. You win or you lose, you get one life.
- Urban Surfing: Get on a bus and don't hold on. Position yourself so you are in surfing position. If you fall, you lose.
- Urban Eating: Eat a plate of fried rice using one chopstick. Beat 30 minutes to get the "imba-winner" title.
- Urban Thinking: Think faster than thinking fast to win.
- Urban Shopping: Shop using Monopoly money without getting caught.
- Urban Ninja: Get through a busy mall without tripping or tripping others.
- Urban Walking: Walk the walk
- Urban Talking: Talk the talk.
- Urban Game: You lost it.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Phloge. (Phone blog)
Today was fun. I must say, dance parties aren't the best of things, but in reality, dancing isn't so bad after all. I'm not trying to be conceited or anything, but I'm not that bad of a dancer. Everyone had fun and Aidan for sure had a blast.
When I got there, everyone was pretty boring. I sat down and talked to some friends for a while. At like 8:15, Aidan had to dance. Everyone was pretty much nervous, so the chairs were moved to make a seating area for the people that want to dance. It was awesome how the D.J. balanced what songs were to be played. Varying from the electric slide to thriller, to new-age hip-hop to old school hip-hop, the party was lively and an overall great atmosphere.
This was all done on a phone, and this was actually fun. I might blog while in school one time haha. Anyways, almost home.
Hi TTB :P
When I got there, everyone was pretty boring. I sat down and talked to some friends for a while. At like 8:15, Aidan had to dance. Everyone was pretty much nervous, so the chairs were moved to make a seating area for the people that want to dance. It was awesome how the D.J. balanced what songs were to be played. Varying from the electric slide to thriller, to new-age hip-hop to old school hip-hop, the party was lively and an overall great atmosphere.
This was all done on a phone, and this was actually fun. I might blog while in school one time haha. Anyways, almost home.
Hi TTB :P
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Enough said.
"Les chaussures sont trop."
"Le laileur est."
Beautiful French-craft, is it not?
How I love my TTB.
"Le laileur est."
Beautiful French-craft, is it not?
How I love my TTB.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Poem #1
Has been a while since I've done poems, so here's a new one for a new blog.
_______________
Untitled.
Time stops for no one.
It's neither a place
nor a face,
Just a simple state of phase.
People's times come to an end
While others allow themselves to heal and mend.
What happens next if it comes before we know it?
Do we just sit and wait
during this time of hate?
Which is exactly why the saying goes
"There's not enough time to hate."
Because, who knows, it might be too late.
Tightly clutching whatever is left in our hand
we take a breath and leap then discover a plan
to make life bland
and simple
the way we want it to be
Because, between you and me,
I don't want to live at sea.
So, in short, we must cherish everything we had,
from stories, to families, to even feeling sad.
Feeling happiness, and warmth, and everything in between
But behind closed doors, time will be unseen.
_______________
Untitled.
Time stops for no one.
It's neither a place
nor a face,
Just a simple state of phase.
People's times come to an end
While others allow themselves to heal and mend.
What happens next if it comes before we know it?
Do we just sit and wait
during this time of hate?
Which is exactly why the saying goes
"There's not enough time to hate."
Because, who knows, it might be too late.
Tightly clutching whatever is left in our hand
we take a breath and leap then discover a plan
to make life bland
and simple
the way we want it to be
Because, between you and me,
I don't want to live at sea.
So, in short, we must cherish everything we had,
from stories, to families, to even feeling sad.
Feeling happiness, and warmth, and everything in between
But behind closed doors, time will be unseen.
Phew
Finally done with cleaning. Now I need to study and do homework. Although it's not a lot, I have a physics test tomorrow and I better do good on that. If not I'm going to deprive myself in numerous things. I hate getting B's...it's such an ugly letter to. Looks like a sideways butt haha.
I sang someone to sleep yesterday, was pretty interesting. I've never really done it before. ___ didn't want to hang up the phone, and neither did I, so ___ said to sing. After the 2nd song, ___ was sound asleep and I fell asleep too haha. BUT, weird thing was, my phone died so I lost on who was going to hang up first. Hahaha. Oh well.
Today, I want to buy a hoodie (or maybe two) and a shirt. My current hoodies are getting pretty boring, so I want different colored ones. I'm probably getting a black one or a green one. Haha. I used to have a green sweater but...it faded so much that it's not very usable anymore.
Well, I'm going to go. Bye.
I sang someone to sleep yesterday, was pretty interesting. I've never really done it before. ___ didn't want to hang up the phone, and neither did I, so ___ said to sing. After the 2nd song, ___ was sound asleep and I fell asleep too haha. BUT, weird thing was, my phone died so I lost on who was going to hang up first. Hahaha. Oh well.
Today, I want to buy a hoodie (or maybe two) and a shirt. My current hoodies are getting pretty boring, so I want different colored ones. I'm probably getting a black one or a green one. Haha. I used to have a green sweater but...it faded so much that it's not very usable anymore.
Well, I'm going to go. Bye.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The beginning
Well, made a new blog. Never really understood why though. Not many people know about my blogs, and I don't even know if I'm supposed to be giving my link out to people or not. If I do, I sort-of feel that people will not care and just read and be like, "Oh, how interesting. K bye." Oh well, whoever reads this, hello.
ANYWAYS
_______
Today was pretty calm. I cleaned out my room and it looks pretty spiffy. There wasn't much to clean, so we cleaned out the whole house. It was fun haha. My dad lent me his '80s CD's and we blasted it so it permeated around the house. Then he started acting weird and was dancing with the vacuum...but I just laughed. Cyne is a pretty good group. Underground music is okay sometimes. My sister is still cleaning her room; she's a perfectionist.
NEXT
___
So, my TTB (haha you don't get it) and I, whom I started talking to about...2 weeks ago (which, by the way, was weird that she wanted to talk to me because she thought I was scary, ha) were talking and she finally talked to this one guy she thinks is cute all thanks to ME. Ahahaa...I like helping people. Although she does refuse to be with him, they really do make a cute couple...because they're 2 cute people. No, I don't personally think he's cute, but many have said he is, and she is, too. SO, put 2 and 2 together, you get 4...-2=2. But myeah.
Till next time, Bloggers. This was a good first start.
ANYWAYS
_______
Today was pretty calm. I cleaned out my room and it looks pretty spiffy. There wasn't much to clean, so we cleaned out the whole house. It was fun haha. My dad lent me his '80s CD's and we blasted it so it permeated around the house. Then he started acting weird and was dancing with the vacuum...but I just laughed. Cyne is a pretty good group. Underground music is okay sometimes. My sister is still cleaning her room; she's a perfectionist.
NEXT
___
So, my TTB (haha you don't get it) and I, whom I started talking to about...2 weeks ago (which, by the way, was weird that she wanted to talk to me because she thought I was scary, ha) were talking and she finally talked to this one guy she thinks is cute all thanks to ME. Ahahaa...I like helping people. Although she does refuse to be with him, they really do make a cute couple...because they're 2 cute people. No, I don't personally think he's cute, but many have said he is, and she is, too. SO, put 2 and 2 together, you get 4...-2=2. But myeah.
Till next time, Bloggers. This was a good first start.
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