moved to tumblr. find me. or ax me.

kinda curious on who actually reads this stuff.

on second thought, i'd probably rather not know. if i did, i'd probably become too self-conscious to write anything.

i look and feel like a zombie. these dark circles under my eyes are getting out of control. i really need to get some more sleep at night, but it's summer and honestly, i don't want to miss out on anything. the lack of sleep is taking it's toll though, but i'd take that over the feeling of being left out.

mass debating whether or not i should take summer school. honestly, i'd rather just work all summer and get paid, but i really should be trying to graduate as soon as possible. then again, i'm paying for my own tuition and i'd be more comfortable paying cash then using my credit card. damns, why can't i just win the lotto? then i wouldn't have to worry about much.

sometimes i don't understand my parents, especially my dad. he can be such a hard ass sometimes. i don't know what's going through his mind, but it's like every time i try to talk to him, he can't just speak freely for whatever reason; he'd rather be the strict dad, that always has profound stuff to say. i mean i can chat about sports and stuff with him, but more often then not, it's just so difficult to just talk to him.

in all honesty, i really don't expect him to be all buddy, buddy with me. he's just not that type of dad. and really i don't need it. i guess we have an understanding. i guess it goes into that school of thought that a parent should be a parent, not a friend. i accept that. and i believe that aspect of him is what i looked up to growing up. he was a tough guy, didnt take any shit. and now that i think of it, i don't know how he maintained that attitude being his size. i guess he had to joining the navy and being on his own. but i really looked up to him growing up, and i still do.

i can count that times i saw my dad cry or show any weakness on one hand. they were when my lola passed away, when my lolo passed away, and when he was in the hospital for kidney stones. i don't know where i'm going with this, but i just had to put it out there that, even though i dont fully understand why my dad the way he is, i respect him and love him, even if i don't say it.



now.... what do i get him for father's day.

damns. feeling hella stressed out from school and work.

i'm a little worried about the outcome of my final i took on saturday. i guess i'll have to wait and see.

anyway, a lot of graduation parties and what not this weekend. i just wish i was graduating too this year. i'm hella lagging.

can't wait to get faded/relax/chill.

damns, its days like these i wish i were at least a few inches taller.

sall good tho, can't really do much about it.

school and work are kicking my ass right now.
why can't i just win the lottery?

the homie JR's 6 year death anniversary just passed on 4/30. i still cant believe its been that long. i think it was the end of my sophomore year in high school when he passed away. his death was really the first i've experienced of someone fairly close to me. it was really hard to deal with.

I knew JR in middle school, but didnt really get to know him until high school at morse. i don't know if a lot of people knew this, but he was in JROTC and made the color guard team. which was the same team i was on. we were cg "brothers." he was one of the one of the final 6 that made/stayed on the team. i remember going through all the crazy work outs, training, PT (physical training), and even hazing with him, and he would always have this happy go-lucky attitude all the time. he could always lighten up the mood no matter how tired or beat up we were. he was just a true homie. and even though cg took up a lot of our time, he still kept it g with his other homies too. i also remember his damn neon. fuckin 4-door he made into a 2-door. always said he was working on it, unfortunately or maybe fortunately, i never got a chance to ride in that thing.

when the news of his death/suicide came, it was so unexpected. i don't think anyone saw it coming. it was like "why?" why didn't he talk to any of us, why didn't anyone see any signs, was there foul play involved? it was just crazy. i find myself wondering how things would be like if he were still here. just like how i wonder how it would be like if my lolo and lola were still here, if jeff or mischelle, or all the other family and friends that passed away. i think of all the things i could've/should've done or said before they passed away. the subject of death still bothers me. all the grief and sadness is something i don't want to feel. but death is a part of life, it's real. its just something i hate dealing with.

anyway. guess i just had to get that out of my system someway.

Rest in Peace X Power X Paradise.







so.... how bout that Pacquiao? that fight was crazy.

it's about 530am right now and i havent gotta any sleep. i was suppose to cram for my midterm today, but, as usual, i've procrastinated and found every single distraction i can find to delay my studying. i've only got done review 1 out of the 3.5 chapters covered on the test. i have to be at work in two hours. now i have to find a way to make some study time during work.

lucky for me the teacher allows a cheat sheet, now i just need to put everything i can fit on one piece of paper.

damns.

this past week has been a pretty busy one. its the first week back from spring break and i still feel lazy as fuck. chopped down a huge tree in the backyard with my dad, the work load at the office is picking up and school still sucks balls. i just finished my taxes late last night and confirmed the booking on the car rental for vegas this weekend. i still need to pack!

i'm pretty excited about vegas. we're rolling up there for ronnie and hiep's bday. and whoever else has an april bday. it should be pretty damn fun.

havent posted anything in a while.. well obviously. i actually have a few drafts, but i never finished the entry so maybe when i find the time to organize my thoughts i'll finish and publish them.

i've been trying to revert back to the good ol' pen and paper. i bought a few pocket sized moleskine's a while back, and i've been trying to put them into use.

my dreams have been crazy. it's weird, because i usually don't remember them, but lately my dreams have been having me put in all these strange scenarios. wonder what they mean. wish i could learn how to lucid dream.