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!



P.S. Thanks for reading guys i really mean it. It would be totally great though if you guys could leave some comments and give me some feed back on what you think. Don't be shy to get to know me. Add me on myspace, facebook, twitter. Get at me and get to know me. Yeknow? I would like to get to know my readers. My aim = Biinh (yes two i's) Thanks again.

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!