Rainbows.

People's ignorance never ceases to amaze me. Oh yeah, rainbows automatically mean gay and your mom eats my ass out every Tuesday because its taco Tuesday. Stupid. Really though, let me spit at your guys reaaaaally quick about this "gay" issue. Gay is not a synonym for stupid, yes, i catch myself slipping at times because thats how i grew up but i'm doing real good with changing my vocab. I know this slang will never change but i can try to change a few souls. Another issue, Why must people be so homophobic? Being gay isn't a disease either. You wont get herpes if you say wsup to a gay dude and shake his hand. What is the problem? Why are you guys homophobic but you have gay tendencies? Many guys think its okay to "play" like their gay but when it comes down to it they dread gay people. Society is weird and twisted. Oh yeah, the reason why i wear this rainbow bracelet is because i also bought my sister one. It's her favorite color(s) i guess you can say. and she is take sole responsibility for helping my find my voice through poetry. So it's a symbol of the poetry that binds us. If you guys catch my drift. Time to do another FAQ. Thanks for the read.

MY BAD BITCHES!

Due to the tragic event of Michael Jackson's passing i've had this song stuck in my head all day at work. It's kinda weird when the only words i know to this song are "Man in the mirror" and i start humming the rest.

Man In The Mirror - Michael Jackson

Anyways, after doing slave work and making 20 bucks in tips (half coming from Bree's mom) I decided not to do homework and head out to the city with my home girls Bree and CJ. We headed out to Ghirardelli Square to get some ice cream, dessert first real food later.



Shot of Hot Fudge anyone?

This shit is gross. It looks like a stomach with stomach flu and Mr. Peanut had a baby.

And i swear. It felt like we were siting in the "whites only" section. Seeing as how we were the only brown skin'd people in the house.

After the satisfyingly ALRIGHT dessert we were on a detour to search for Calamari/Food food. We walked a lot of the pier and couldn't find neither of the two items we were looking for. After an epic failure we decided to hit up Lucky Chances aka Filipino Central aka I'm a filipino parent who gambled all my kids college money away so now they have to go to Skyline. Shit, Calamari was okay. I hit up the Fried Oysters, they were... okay. Nothing special just something to do.



I love these girls. Friends 4ever, 143 CJ, Bree, & Charles. xoxoxoxoxoxox kisses&hugs <<<<<<<<<<<3 thanks for the read yall! PEACE!

Game 2, Black Out vs Pistoleros.

Summer days like this don't come very often for me. I love Sundays this summer because that mean i get to play football with my boys. We're in a flag football league consisting of 8 teams. Our team name is the Black Out, we're a bunch of EC boys just having fun and still trying to prove our name. Our team consist of Me(08), My brother John(08), Twon(08), Naim(08), Moe(08), Rob(08), Ryan(09), Jason(06), Georgy(11) and maybe Chris (South City High, 08). Well lets get into today already. Pistoleros, red team consisting of almost all Latinos that talk way more then their game did. I found myself barking back more than any of my team today also, and i'm usually the quiet humble one(yeah, right). I can honestly say these fools were a bunch of cry babies. and shit i they also pulled the race card out on me too, fools called me Manny Pacquiao. Wow.... like honestly that was insulting but at the same time a compliment because i don't like being labeled as Filipino because as i said before i'm Vietnamese. Secondly though isn't Manny a Latino Assassin? Idiot, right? Anyways we whipped their ass 27-7, I believe Twon got the MVP this game because they shut me down. but shit when we aired the ball out it was like fire works. I played the roll of a Reggie Bush on the Saints. Which means they know i'm dangerous so they're obviously going to cover me. Hence, leaving other weapons such as Ryan Smith or Naim Tate open for touchdowns. So in the end everything works out, we got the Win. Naim 1 TD (playing a brotha on TDs, should have had 2), Ryan 1 TD, and Twon 2 TDs. 2-0, we're aiming for the ship. We need a cheer squad please please please. If any ladies or home boys would like to come support that would be most appreciated! Thanks for the read, i love days like this.

WOW.....

FAQ #4, Why don't you drink or smoke?

I'll start of with drinking. If you haven't heard my poems about it i'll sum the story up for you. I don't have a dad (anymore). Unlike a lot of kids who don't have dads. I actually got the chance of sharing memories with him, some good some bad, lets just say the bad out weigh the good by light years. On nights when alcohol would mix with my dad that would mean my mom would get bruises. Yes, shes a victim of domestic violence. Why on earth would you want me to consume something that caused my mom so much pain. Stupid. As for smoking.... Cigarettes? yuck, you're killing yourself already. You know that right? As for weed, double yuck. I can't stand the smell. Its a waste of money. Call me unrealistic and stupid but fuck it, i don't give a shit. I'm just speaking my mind. I know yall who do this stuff do it for fun but just think about it. Remember when you were younger? You didn't need all these things to have fun. But now a days that ain't the case. Every party i've been to has to have drinks and dro. Whens the last time you had a pizza party? with chips and soda and boring ass movies that you HAVE to watch because thats the only thing to do? I don't know things change, times change. but i'll always have my reasons for not following the crowd. I'll have my head on straight forever. Thanks for reading!

FAQ #3, Why do you look so mad all the time?

Dude.... My eyebrows are made like this. When the sun is beaming in my eyes or if rain is trying to touch my bare eye balls i can't help but to put my eye brows down in the "i'm mad stance" which to me is also known as the "i don't want sun/rain all up in my pupils so i'll lower my eyebrows and squint my eyes" look. So my people. I'm not mad nor mean. I am one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. (If your cool) (jk) But really i'm not mean. Thanks for reading.

FAQ #2, Are you Filipino?

NO! I'm Vietnamese, please please please, you don't have to tell me our food is good. I know. No, you cannot come to my house when my mom cooks Vietnamese food. I will not bring you spring rolls my mom makes unless you're my girl friend. Well, in fact i don't mind anything you do if you're my girl friend. But anyways, you don't have to let me know when you eat/ate Vietnamese food. Its cool, i know its good but i'm tired of everyone saying "Oh, you're not Filipino? Oh what? your Vietnamese? I tried Pho the other day? *Holding out their fist and nodding their head with raised eye brows expecting an "Hey i must be cool with you now because i've tried your national dish" pounds. SIKE!!! but i pound anyways because i'm not mean. FUCKERS! Thanks for the read.

FAQ #1, Why did you stop playing football?

I'm a very mysterious person. People often tell me i'm intimidating and i look mean, which is true. I do look like a mean jack ass who will cut you if you breathe in my vicinity but don't judge a book by its cover. My eye brows are hereditary, i got them from my dad. and shit you must look at me a lot with bad timing if you notice i hardly have facial expressions. I enjoy your attention tho, thanks. but anyways i will be answering FAQ(Frequently Asked Questions) and posting them on my blog for everyone to get to know me better. and i will start with the most asked question in the history of Charles Truong. Why did i hang up the cleats? Football is suppose to be fun. At El Camino(high school) i loved practice, i loved games, i loved being in the Red Uniform with the number 21 on it. It felt real like a family. and when i stood on that stage on awards night i swear i held in tears that would have caused floods. When i got to CSM for practice everything was different. There was this voice inside of me that told me i didn't want to be there. I knew i was so much more talented than these other fools but i didn't want to prove it to anyone anymore. The coaches were up my ass, and the players seemed to be segregated amongst race. Didn't seem like much of a family to me. Yeah, it didn't feel the same anymore. It felt fake and generic to my high school years. During a chalk talk while coach was explaining and going over plays i asked myself if i really wanted to play and had made it up in my mind that if i had to live up to everyone's dreams of me playing ball in college i would be disappointing myself because i didn't really want to be there. Don't get me wrong football is my 1st love and i will always love it but Nike is wrong when they say "Football is everything" because its not. In sort, Why i hung up my cleats is because it wasn't fun anymore. If you can't catch my drift watch Love and Basketball and you'll understand what i mean. Not to say its not fun for me because i lost a significant other to some asshole whose about to marry her but...(trying to figure out how to put this) i lost the meaning behind my passion. So there, it's out. I payed my dues to football, i succeeded and made history with some of the best guys i will ever meet. "It's a brotherhood for life!" -Stomp the Yard, haha it just reminded me of that moment. But yeah. you can still watch me and some of the boys in action tho. We have our own flag football team called Black Out, we also recruited some amazing athletes from different teams and years. but yeah i'm coaching at El Camino now teaching the young ones how to be tough like this one guy named "chuck". Hopes this satisfies your curiosity. Thanks for reading.

Rest in peace, MJ. This might be your biggest fan.

"Dandelion"

beautiful piece. This is the one that inspired me to write about my beautiful and strong mother.

The poem that got me started.

I remember the 1st time i fell in love with poetry. It was my junior year in high school, Mr. Padilla's English class and we we're in poetry unit. He slipped in this disc of Def Poetry and when Shihan came on it was on like donkey kong. I fell in love.

Halo cover. (oh, so sick)

Dear really cute girl whom i shy away from in fear of rejection,

Hey..... This may seem kinda strange but i think you've got super powers. No i mean it... seriously... i think you've got super powers because every time we've cross paths i swear, you use your laser vision to burn my cheeks rosey red, and your walk is so mean it makes my attention fall straight to the floor so that i don't get caught mean muggin and catch a heel to the face. And shit i swear your style could be blamed for that lump in my throat and my gelatin ass legs. Or maybe its just that i'm just socially awkward around girls of your stature. i mean, can't muster up enough courage to talk to you face to face but shit behind this computer screen i'll tell you my whole life's story. but thats a whole differnt poem. Anyways, what do you say we get away from here? away from this fog? Away from the potholes and traffic lights. Lets go cut off the power to the city, dance on skyscrapers to the playing banjo of the man on the moon, and skip rocks on the sky with Mufasa and my grandfather. We could put the sun on pause and the moon on repeat, and i can use your halo to lasso in stars and pluck them from the night, hide them in my eyes because when you look at me, i wanna be the one to be to brighten up your day. Ours lips could share stories of our past lives and past loves, playing show and tell with our hearts and counting the scars left from the wars inside of us. See, I've been shot 6 times with false arrows dipped in the poison of insecurities and that Donnell Jones "Where i wanna be" typa shit and i'm still on the front lines, still hoping, still dreaming of what it feels like to trade hearts with someone. Plant them in the soil of our ribcages and let them grow whole and healthy. See i don't know what it is about you that makes this flimsy soft shell of a man's soul quiver but if you ever find yourself alone on the corner of post and taylor write me a message in a bottle and wait for the nights where the stars are shallow enough to lasso one in. Attach the bottle to your halo and send it on its way. Addressed to the boy who heart is as full as fam on thanksgiving. Sincerely written. P.S. I love Japanese food.

Hit that Stanky LEG!

"When you dont feel it, is when it feels good" Random quote i heard today. Doesn't make sense but i know what you mean homie. Maybe i should start doing quotes of the week. Hah, maybe. Anyway i today i didn't catch a case of the Mondays, the Mondays got a case of the Chucks! *everyone reading this chuckles, har-har-har! Anywho i've got a love poem in storage, a poem for my sister, and a shit load of ideas i need to break bread with. I don't know if i used the phrase "break bread" in the correct statement but fuck it, "when in Rome." Started off the day correct getting lost in the abyss of Skyline College trying to find the book store. Man i'll tell ya. The sun beams still didnt take the clothes of the girls over there. Jesus. Must be use to the fog. (i know i'm over using my periods...) So. What. I was the one who looked like a beach bum that just woke up and i had my wayfayers on so i thought i was some what "cool". Got the books, then booked! Oh man can't forget about the girl of my dreams. Literally. Had a dream about this girl i've never talked to in my life and i see her the next morning. WEIRD. Yes i'm interested. Then i head over to the ol King's road high school to do some lecturing on football. Actually i was more starring and thinking in my head "WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU WEAK BAAHFOOON!!!" jk but not really. so i'm not kidding. heh. After the zoo work out session i head over to my hustling spot to get my hustle on. RED ROBIN!! i actually did hustle today tho. 103 in the pocket whats good!!! ayye! haha but work was the fun part of the day. My host were on a seating frenzy and i got swapped for a bit but i was koo again. Beautiful ladies came in today, all different shades of skin. From the Whites, to the Asians, Hispanics, and even my Chocolate sistas! mmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmm! It was like a tropical eye feast today. Cleavage, Pearly whites, and eyes that could see through your soul were everywhere today. Besides the ladies my guest made it rain on me, OH BOY! shiiiiiit they we're throwing stacks at me showing me they were serious about Red Robin. and i was like "Do your thang (boy), i ain't mad atcha!" (2pac actually said this). But yeah i just recently learned the Stanky leg and i decided to teach almost everyone at work. its so fucking funny, and i like to make everyone at work laugh. its cool. Went over my hours at work but shiit i made it fun and decided to blog about it.

The homie, Dominguez with "Mama" scraping in through the background. Dominguez is a koo ass kat, and Mama is an old Chinese lady who understand little Vietnamese but can handle the hustle when it comes. Old school hustler at that.

I know, I know. I need a cut. the stache is growing over my lips, i promise i will soon.

annnnnnnnnd this fair lady is one of the chillest co-worker/ Managers ever, Lacy. She also has the most hugest tits that look like their about to fall out when she wears a low cut shirt but them boys are stuuuurdy. Whoever you are you can't help to look, trust me. Everybody do the STANKY LEG!!! AYE!!! until next time yall. peace love and the hundreds.

"I ain't makin no money but i ain't makin no sense"

1st of all i know.. i suck at blogging. Anyways smelled like weed, cigarette smoke, bums, and liquor out in the streets of SF last night. Me and John camped out for the new POST hats and damn last night was a pretty interesting night full of excitement and random shit.

Fuck it. I sit on floors. Sluts. Highlights of the night: Got flashed from this white girl with big ass tits, Drunk dude "I ain't makin no money but i ain't makin no sense, thats the quote right?!", Oh boy got some of his Bugles jacked from a crack head, and Dude almost Chris Brown'd his girl. Turn offs: Smoke, Weed, Bums, Cold, Cutters, Annoying people, and THIS!!!! FUCK!! That is why i hate the fucking city sometimes. Stupid ass parking!! 60 bucks down the drain... anyways the sun hits the sky and people start waking up, but not this guy.

The line starts getting massive around opening hour it actually loops back up the street. But we managed to get out hats and escape the zoo. John knows the guys that work there also and we got hooked up with free shirts also! +60 bucks haha FML.

Little bitch was in the back and got to the front quick style. -_-

My Prize:


P.S. yeah i sleep on a coverless bed. shiiiit i sleep on a rose bed too! and what? bitches!

B. Yung

He's been a featured poet on the HBO hit series Brave New Voices and when i saw him spit i swear i wanted to cry. This guy is sick. Especially in this piece: