Shihan

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I'm low on inspiration. See ya.

Guy kicks Repo man MJ style!

FAQ #6, Why do you have so many scars?

I'm careless folks. Most of the time i don't feel it partly because they're from football games and the adrenalin is already in full motion but there are a lot of noticeable ones that are from sheer stupidity or accidental incidence. The scar on the top right of my face was due to (this sounds very stupid) me falling on cement when i was little. What kind of person falls on the cement and lands on their head. I know i sound stupid but whatever. Next up, the bump on my lip. When i was little i was climbing on an open window ledge and i was doing alright until my stupid ass older brother slams the window down hella hard. Causing the window to break hence broken glass left its mark on my lip. I heard i didn't cry. Tuff guy eh? The scar on my pointing finger of my left hand is a real dumb story. I was doing a project for school and i was trying to cut a big ass box with a big ass butcher knife. My finger got caught in the cross fire and left its mark. I continued with my stupidity and cut the box to finish the job. The "D" looking mark on my left hand below my thumb was left by a student from Sequoia High school. Everyone thought it was from a Filipino Gang initiation. But real story my sophomore year of football i guess i was on the floor somewhere on the field and someone stepped on my hand. The reason why it looks like a "D" is because i guess the cleat or spike of his shoe went around in a full circle and left a chunk of living tissue in the middle. It looked gross when healing. The skin in the middle turned green literally, green. It looked like a fungus, weird right? Anyways the knife cut looking scar on my left bicep is courtesy of a young fellow from Jefferson High. I don't exactly know how i got this but after the game, after taking off my pads i usually check my body for new souvenirs and what do you know? I got this beautiful cut on my arm. Oh well, i like my scars. They provide stories and memories to share with my grandchildren. I'll tell them i was in a gang. Sike! haha Thanks for the read!

One more post for MJ.

Love you.

Farewell, King of Pop.

I'm not going to lie. I forgot about you when i grew older. Faded from my reality like Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny you weren't apart of my world, like you were in my younger days. and i just wanted to say i'm sorry, for not being a real fan. When i heard of your death it really didn't hit me as hard. I didn't believe it. Didn't want to at least. But when i watched your memorial service it hit me real hard today. Even though we have never met i can truly say you were a big part of my life that i have long forgotten. I used to catch your videos on MTV during the LA afternoons. I remember my grandma was cooking in the kitchen when "Don't stop til you get enough" came on. I tried to imitate the ecstatic gyrations and the crotch grab moves you were famous for while trying to hide my skills from my grandma but she had a way of spying on me. She told my whole family and i was so embarrassed i promised myself i would never grab my crotch again. Damn, those were the days. If your death has taught me anything about my own life its that life is way to short to take for granted. and even though life forces you to grow up way faster than expected, never forget to take some time out of your day to appreciate the little things in life. Thank you for the memories mike. I really, truly appreciate it. I will never forget you and i will keep your legacy alive through my kids and theirs. Thank you so much.

Ramble.

I have a lot of unfinished poems in my head and i can't seem to get them out. I need that "spark" to ignite it. These brain farts are usually caused by a lack of inspiration and a shit load of laziness. Stay away, my laziness is contagious. Sorry kids, i have nothing in line for tonight. Tomorrow i'll blog my day so you guys have something to read. I want a hotdog with coleslaw right now, oh man sounds so good. I always watch the food channel and it sucks cause i'm 50% sleepy and 50% hungry most of the day but at this exact moment i'm like 80% hungry and 20% sleepy. I don't know man... its crazy, shits crazy. Big game coming up this sunday. Truong vs Truong. El Camino Alumn vs El Camino Alumn. Both teams are from the South City/ Daly City area and the winner of this game can seem to claim the crown of the city. Me and my younger brother john, are taking on my older brother kevin. We has NEVER played on opposite teams before. So i would like to see where mine and kevin's offensive minds clash. Its like a big ass chess game. Oh well, please come out and support us. Game time is at 1:00pm ****GAME OF THE WEEK**** literally. haha. I'm hungry tho i might ride out for some late night fast food cuisine but i'm too lazy and this ramble is helping me fight my bored hungerness. It's been a cold summer so far, weird. I hope its super fucking hot soon so i can head to the beach. I wanna chill with the breeze and watch seagulls poo on near by locals. Which reminds me, my red civic is a victim of fly by bird pooings. i swear. i have atleast 8 pieces of poo on my car right now. I think i'ma go to the gas station and use the window wiper to wipe it off haha. Don't you guys do that tho? you use the window wiper to clean not only your windows but also your car? LOL don't fucking lie to yourself! Well its time for tomorrow! i'll see you guys on the other side thanks for the read homies.

Mariah Carey

I don't care if shes old as hell she is still sooo soo fine. I would give her a baby in a heart beat. Anyways i was on a song rampage of old songs i use to listen to and i remember Mariah Carey and this one song :)

Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey
Years later she is still beautiful as fuck. By the way her new song hits so hard!

90's Pop was poppin!

I'm an 80's baby. I heard it was a great decade but i was born in 89 so i caught just the end of it. The 90's had a booming pop scene with up and coming stars like: Brittany Spears, Nsync, and MY personal favorite Backstreet boys. Favoritism went back and forth between the boy bands but aye in the end they're both sick.

All I Have To Give - Backstreet Boys

I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys

Tearin Up My Heart - NSYNC
These are a few of the songs from the good ol days! Tell me you weren't singing along also!

Game 3, Black Out vs. Raw Dog Assassins

We won, 42-0. Wasn't much of a game for them. We just had fun with this one. Naim got the MVP for this game with some sick ass plays made by the young buck. But let me just say thanks to all the people that watched us play! Means a lot! We need to grow our fan base more! Please please please if anyone would like to come watch us play, please come out! We would really appreciate it!

Happy happy joy joy.

All of San Francisco watched in awe, as the sky stole our attention. It was like a rainbow got caught in a shoot out between an earthquake and the heavens. Thundering ruckus sonic-boomed seconds after the visuals, the cross fire left blood splattered colors on clouds. I watched in silence, with a smirk on my face so bright i can't remember the last time i felt like this. Ironically, i stood behind a Vietnamese family and enjoyed eavesdropping on their native small talk and innocent excitement. For those brief moments a few things went through me mind: My Childhood, People, and Poetry.

I couldn't help but double glance at the little Vietnamese girl in her daddy's arms. She held a small light up toy, that i swear could have been a time machine. The moment my glare touched down to the toy it brought me back to L.A. I was a kid again. Not a care in the world, it was just me, my brothers, and our imagination. We use to get broom sticks and whack rocks around on our front lawn, we thought we were the Mighty Ducks. That all came to a painful reality when the broom stick got caught in the ground and i knocked my wind out. Then we moved on the bigger and better things, next thing you know we became the Power Rangers hanging from monkey bars at the park beating up girls and ridding the world of cooties. We did a good job until the parents intervened. Shit, we were tired of getting are dreams shut down so we turned to a life of crime. Working as a trio, one of us would distract the cashier at 7-11 and the other two of us would steal baseball cards from behind the counter. We were thugs like that. Man, those were the days. Sounds of war brought me back to reality as my eyes continued with its visual feast.

As the sky continued to sound like the war across the seas i stood in the mass of people studying everyone my eyes could take in. How special and fortunate is San Francisco to have an event that brings so many different people out to have a good time. From the drunk Caucasians to the family oriented Muslims. From the trendy Asians to the dread headed city boys. Its absolutely beautiful to see so many different people at one place sharing a common smile. Even though, this type of firework show may be just in San Francisco and the whole world can't watch i felt as if the whole world WAS watching. I admire the diversity and i wouldn't have it any other way. I stood there in mass, silent as another night, with a smirk that could be see from space. I don't remember the last time i felt like this but i will remember this time and place for when another moment like this comes up.

*Note: This is my 4th of July. The fireworks inspired me hella bad. This is also a "sense of happiness" poem that i wrote in response to my padawan, Kayekaye. Thanks for the read homies! Hope yall had a good one!

I wish!

She isn't the best singer in the world but it works for me. I love it. Wish this song was for me! From someone who secretly admires me, hah like that will ever happen!

Oh yeah happy 4th.

Person of the month.

In no particular order of the people i'm going to write and introduce you to the people in my life. No matter how close they are to me or even if i hardly talk to them. I'm going to start doing this every month on the 21st. (21, because it's my number) No, just because i choose someone 1st doesn't mean i love them the most. Its base solely on how cool you are and how many times you let me squeeze your ass. (JOKING) But its totally random! haha! Look out for these people!

Ex-Rated.

Like Romeo & Juliet we were bound to be dead to each other. This wasn't a love story, more like a plot between Sci-Fi, Drama, and War flicks. The bastard son of the movie "Roots" & A foreign porno. I played the run away slave, and she was the crazy sex goddess who hustled the devil for my soul. Numbers twisted in our minds, we failed to act our age but succeeded in acting each others. We were both freshmen, the only difference was that i was still in high school. I should have drew the line there, let my male ego stand true to the phrase "All guys are assholes" but i had a weak heart, and i couldn't break hers... but shit, when i had my dick wrapped around your virginity i swear, i should have known it was a trap. Sex grew up with us like friends. Always there when there's nothing to do. And always down for whatever, when ever & where ever. Her body craved attention like vampire thirsting for blood, but blood could be substituted with sweat, my dick, and however long it took to make her pussy cum; I was her slave. And the process grew on me as if my heart were sprouting from my chest ready for the plucking. It was like her own kind of brainwashing mechanism, "I'm going to fuck him, til his soul is mine!" Fights broke out like wildfire, i threatened to leave, she broke glass and threatened to leave if i left. And i left my balls at home and went back to what i knew behind lock doors and tired lustful nights that i could hardly keep up with. I felt like we were role playing the whole time we were dating, she was the 40 year old cougar of a step-mom fienin for sex while pops is out, and i was the teenage son whose just past puberty and thinks i can get Chlamydia from a kiss. I was grounded, no cloud 9 nor myspace for me. No talking to friends that are girls. Just school and her is what my life consisted of. Someone told me that without love you are not living. Therefore, love equals life. And i know she might have thought i was the love of her life but how can i be the love of her life when i don't even have a life. To wrapped up and smothered in your arms i was dying, slowly and surely. You couldn't have seen this coming, because the moment i penetrated i stripped away your sight, put kick me signs on your back and put a sticker on your forehead labeled "Hi my name is: Love". Sorry i couldn't have given you all that you wanted in life. I am your young mistake that you have written about in chapters long ago and i'm just returning the favor. I'm not writing because i miss you but rather to remind myself that your the lesson i've learned when it comes to love. Don't get sex confused with love. Sex is like chocolate cake. After five days of eating chocolate cake, even chocolate cake doesn't taste that great. Until the next life, see you never, i hope.

*Note: True story, not gonna go into detail about who it was. This is just how i felt at the time. I don't mean to offend anyone. This is really X-rated, sorry i know i'm a freak. (Just Kidding) but no really i just wrote this because my young apprentice gave me the inspiration to write about ex's. and this one came to mind. Let me know what you think. I think its kinda mean but oh well. Thanks for the read!

FAQ #5, What is your middle name? and what does it mean?

My middle name is Binh. My grandpa gave it to me and its the only thing to remind me of him. He passed away to quickly in my life and i haven't had the pleasure of knowing him as well as i should have. My middle name means "good of the house" (as i've been told). It's kind of ironic how my middle name matches my nature. I'm never the one to get into trouble and i've always got a good head on my shoulders. The only time i ever get out of line is when i'm fighting for what i think is right. But yeah i would love to live up to my name and wear on like a badge of honor for my grandpa. Thanks for the read!



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