School was annoying cuz I suck at Chem quiz. lol
And I was tired because of the Track meet at Andrew Hill yesterday. I fell asleep on the track there. And also when I got home. I freaking turned in my computer science assignment 11 minutes late after 12AM >_<
But yeah, track practice as usual. But this time, we played a game where if you got tagged, you do 25 push ups. I hid under the shed for like 30 mins ahaha,. but it got boring, so I got out, and was tagged 6 times: 150 push ups >_< Doug tagged me 4 times. wtf. its cool its cool
Then I checked out the swim meet. I need to go swimming now. My body is so messed up from just running omfg.
Just did some weights and ab workouts when I got home at 6:30 xD
Friday, March 27, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
NEW TRACK SPIKES! xD
Today, I went to SAT class at SJSU. It was boring. Well the math teacher was. After that crap, I went and got new pills. For track. For my injury. I took one. It didn't seem to work. FAIL.
Then I went to go buy some new Track Shoes. They look pretty awesome. I just need to buy the proper metal spikes. And should there be a spike or no spike down in the middle? And I think I had another question bothering me, but I forgot. O well alalala.
I should participate in FANTASTICS next year. xP
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Blogging Takes Too Long
Yeah, I don't do homework anymore lol. Loss of motivation. And blogging takes too much time from me doing nothing.
Last Saturday, was Conclave for Key Club. Yay wore $210 clothes ahaha. And then Santana Row after. Yay, using money that should be going to DCON xDD
Well today, I went to a Packaging Industry workshop at SJSU. Yeah, it's about boxes. That's what I thought too. Wow, boxes, how fun. But it really became so interesting and complex. I touched all thes eocmplex machines for testing shock and vibration limits, and compression calculations and some loud machines.
There was also a machine that allowed you to simulate aging by changing and increasing the temperature and pressure and humidity. Pretty intense stuff. And I learned how you can manipulate the formation of the special paper name for paper that would increase the durability of the box. Pretty hardcore.
The lab just looked like a big playground for adults playing with making boxes. lol
There are only about 10 Universities nation-wide that have a program in Packaging. In California, only SJSU and Cal Poly SLO. But SJSU has a dynamic laboratory, it was a cool lab. All the students in the program have internships, all companies need and hire packaging people. $20 a hour while at college is pretty good. And the teacher, has never not had a job. Literally 100% employment rate lol.
Pretty interesting, but you'd probably not believe it unless you saw. xP
Yeah, so these past days, I keep staying up till one in the morning, and have not done any homework at all. Bad bad. But I don't see the reason, and the will to go on with this no more.
Last Saturday, was Conclave for Key Club. Yay wore $210 clothes ahaha. And then Santana Row after. Yay, using money that should be going to DCON xDD
Well today, I went to a Packaging Industry workshop at SJSU. Yeah, it's about boxes. That's what I thought too. Wow, boxes, how fun. But it really became so interesting and complex. I touched all thes eocmplex machines for testing shock and vibration limits, and compression calculations and some loud machines.
There was also a machine that allowed you to simulate aging by changing and increasing the temperature and pressure and humidity. Pretty intense stuff. And I learned how you can manipulate the formation of the special paper name for paper that would increase the durability of the box. Pretty hardcore.
The lab just looked like a big playground for adults playing with making boxes. lol
There are only about 10 Universities nation-wide that have a program in Packaging. In California, only SJSU and Cal Poly SLO. But SJSU has a dynamic laboratory, it was a cool lab. All the students in the program have internships, all companies need and hire packaging people. $20 a hour while at college is pretty good. And the teacher, has never not had a job. Literally 100% employment rate lol.
Pretty interesting, but you'd probably not believe it unless you saw. xP
Yeah, so these past days, I keep staying up till one in the morning, and have not done any homework at all. Bad bad. But I don't see the reason, and the will to go on with this no more.
Remember The Name
Yeah THANKS A LOT SHERRY. Got the rap stuck in my head now. LOL I'ma memorize it xDD
Fort Minor - Remember The Name
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus:]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But no, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fucking with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spitting fire
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a f******' nihilist porcupine
He's a p****, he's a c***
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get s***
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his s*** is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of s*** that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherf****** he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Fort Minor - Remember The Name
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus:]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But no, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fucking with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spitting fire
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a f******' nihilist porcupine
He's a p****, he's a c***
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get s***
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his s*** is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of s*** that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherf****** he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Poem #20 By: Pablo Neruda
Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambien me quiso.
En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La bese tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
A portion of a Spanish poem I had to memorize and recite during class on Wednesday.
I was surprised how accurately and emotionally this describes how I felt some days ago, because of a song I did not ever want to hear again.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambien me quiso.
En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La bese tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
----------------------------------------------------
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
A portion of a Spanish poem I had to memorize and recite during class on Wednesday.
I was surprised how accurately and emotionally this describes how I felt some days ago, because of a song I did not ever want to hear again.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Next (horrible) Day......
So yesterday at night, I found out that my dad's parent's grandma, whatever the term is that, recently got sick. This brought about a terrible pain in my heart. Even though she probably doesn't remember me, I still have great great respect for her, being she raised most of my long extension of uncles, and even outlived her own sons. Something isn't too good about her lungs, something like with water in lungs or something, but hopefully she will be okay. I don't want another loss of a relative in this year AGAIN.
Last year, two of my very respected relatives passed away, Grandpa and his brother, my great uncle. Both have been through events that I have never imagined could have happened to anyone I would know. The thing about my great uncle was that he was missing one of his toes. I never asked about it until the week he was gone from this world. Most of my relatives in back when they were in Vietnam cut off a body part, so that they won't have to fight in the war. That's pretty hardcore, but who would sacrifice their lives for a country they don't belong to and dislike? They were Chinese, and from China, not like my parents, who were born in Vietnam.
My great uncle, even though he was old, still had a peppy, funny personality. I won't forget the time when he gave my brother and me 7 year old expired Pepsi. xDD
My grandpa was even more amazing. Our family were multimillionaires. However, southern Vietnam was under Communist rule, and they though are family was corrupt, and the Communists took away all our land and most of our money. Oh, how their lives changed. That was supposedly the last straw, and my grandpa was fed up. Using the remaining money they had left, he bribed the State government of Vietnam to let them escape. They smuggled out of the country in two separate groups, because my family was too big. Grandpa went in the second group. The first group, which included my father, went off relatively safe, IN THE BEGINNING.
The boat with my father and some other relatives was small, and the ocean was relentless. Countless people died, and my father and others were forced to eat the remains of the dead. Honestly, I can't believe how horrible life was for my family. And my dad. Whenever he gets angry, I could see why. Don't waste food, Kevin. From his story, I always tried my best to eat all my food. Brings tears to my eyes when I heard his stories of the boat and living in a refugee camp. Makes me angry that so many of you stupid Americans don't know how life is outside of the USA. That's why my dad gets irritated so easily at those idiots of American society, and people with no manners. I don't blame him. The abuse he gives me, I think, I felt what he felt during those troubled times.
Well anyways, back to my Grandpa. It was the state government that allowed my family to escape, not the LOCAL government, who didn't get any money, and they wanted some. The day when my grandpa and remaining relatives were to leave, they were arrested by the local police, and the police took all their money that they hid in their soles of their shoes, and toothpaste.
Lucky for my grandpa, we had a friend who worked in the state government, and he told the state what the local police did, and boy, the local police got a beating. Grandpa got his money back, and got on the boat.
The boat trip must have been hard for him too. Countless weeks on a crowded boat. And my whole family was now separated now. They went to different refugee camps. And from there, they went on different paths. All my relatives ended up in different parts of the world: Canada, Texas, California, New York, Germany, France, Vietnam, China, and Australia, and maybe another country I forgot to mention.
Well, my grandpa ended up in Canada because in the refugee camp that he went to, they give first priority to any soldiers or ex-soldiers in the war. My grandpa used to be a soldier; however, when the USA ambassadors people asked for his paper work, he didn't have any. The North Vietnam government took it away from him during his escape. And the US ambassadors still didn't believe him, and he got angry and badmouthed the Americans and the USA, and so he went to Canada instead. I guess our male lineage is full of anger and short-temper? Hopefully I don't seem short-tempered, I'm trying my best to change myself for the better, I don't want what happened in middle school to happen again, do I? I'm soo inspired to be different from my father, and not abuse my children or yell at my wife, a personal promise to myself.
I will miss the times grandpa came over during winter and gave my a watch from the Olympics...too bad I was so young and didn't know the value of those watches.....
Well I hope my great great grandma gets better, makes me sad to find out that she got sick....and also getting teary eyed from thinking about family history....
Last year, two of my very respected relatives passed away, Grandpa and his brother, my great uncle. Both have been through events that I have never imagined could have happened to anyone I would know. The thing about my great uncle was that he was missing one of his toes. I never asked about it until the week he was gone from this world. Most of my relatives in back when they were in Vietnam cut off a body part, so that they won't have to fight in the war. That's pretty hardcore, but who would sacrifice their lives for a country they don't belong to and dislike? They were Chinese, and from China, not like my parents, who were born in Vietnam.
My great uncle, even though he was old, still had a peppy, funny personality. I won't forget the time when he gave my brother and me 7 year old expired Pepsi. xDD
My grandpa was even more amazing. Our family were multimillionaires. However, southern Vietnam was under Communist rule, and they though are family was corrupt, and the Communists took away all our land and most of our money. Oh, how their lives changed. That was supposedly the last straw, and my grandpa was fed up. Using the remaining money they had left, he bribed the State government of Vietnam to let them escape. They smuggled out of the country in two separate groups, because my family was too big. Grandpa went in the second group. The first group, which included my father, went off relatively safe, IN THE BEGINNING.
The boat with my father and some other relatives was small, and the ocean was relentless. Countless people died, and my father and others were forced to eat the remains of the dead. Honestly, I can't believe how horrible life was for my family. And my dad. Whenever he gets angry, I could see why. Don't waste food, Kevin. From his story, I always tried my best to eat all my food. Brings tears to my eyes when I heard his stories of the boat and living in a refugee camp. Makes me angry that so many of you stupid Americans don't know how life is outside of the USA. That's why my dad gets irritated so easily at those idiots of American society, and people with no manners. I don't blame him. The abuse he gives me, I think, I felt what he felt during those troubled times.
Well anyways, back to my Grandpa. It was the state government that allowed my family to escape, not the LOCAL government, who didn't get any money, and they wanted some. The day when my grandpa and remaining relatives were to leave, they were arrested by the local police, and the police took all their money that they hid in their soles of their shoes, and toothpaste.
Lucky for my grandpa, we had a friend who worked in the state government, and he told the state what the local police did, and boy, the local police got a beating. Grandpa got his money back, and got on the boat.
The boat trip must have been hard for him too. Countless weeks on a crowded boat. And my whole family was now separated now. They went to different refugee camps. And from there, they went on different paths. All my relatives ended up in different parts of the world: Canada, Texas, California, New York, Germany, France, Vietnam, China, and Australia, and maybe another country I forgot to mention.
Well, my grandpa ended up in Canada because in the refugee camp that he went to, they give first priority to any soldiers or ex-soldiers in the war. My grandpa used to be a soldier; however, when the USA ambassadors people asked for his paper work, he didn't have any. The North Vietnam government took it away from him during his escape. And the US ambassadors still didn't believe him, and he got angry and badmouthed the Americans and the USA, and so he went to Canada instead. I guess our male lineage is full of anger and short-temper? Hopefully I don't seem short-tempered, I'm trying my best to change myself for the better, I don't want what happened in middle school to happen again, do I? I'm soo inspired to be different from my father, and not abuse my children or yell at my wife, a personal promise to myself.
I will miss the times grandpa came over during winter and gave my a watch from the Olympics...too bad I was so young and didn't know the value of those watches.....
Well I hope my great great grandma gets better, makes me sad to find out that she got sick....and also getting teary eyed from thinking about family history....
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