GROOVY KIND OF LOVE

i swear, ill be on top of the world one day with a blunt in one hand and my baby's hand in another.

^^^^^^ jt you are the apple of my eye.

thanks for sneakng me out lastnight and reminded me why i fell in love with you. +we was high ass fuck yeeeaaaa buuudddyyyyyyyyyyy.


sooo... tommorow is friday. internation foods day at school and cheerleaders like every fuckin year sells the goodies. yes you name it, cupcakes, weed brownies, rice krispies, caramel apples. ALL THE SWEET SHIT. ahhaah jk about the weed brownies. and i hope its hot (dalycity please be good to me just this once fucker) not diggin the fact we gota wear skirts on a cold ass day. im in a happy jolly type of moood, hip hip hoooray.













ok bye.

HEARTLESS

i dont know exactly what im trying to prove with this blog, all i ask is for this to make me feel just a tad bit better at the end. its been rough.. lets admit lifes rough period. Not to sound like a whining little bitch but its been incredibly hard to maintain school/boyfriend/ and just the whole aspect of being the perfect daughter. expectations expectations... do this do that be better like so and so change your ways... JUST STOP. its one thing to hold homework off for a day, but once you see shit piling high and feels like your behind. giving up and saying fuck it sounds the most appealing and is by far the first choice ill never hesitate to make. first 6 weeks grading period 2 B's 2 C's 1 A and drum roll please 1 F. no no.. not proud but hey im capable of doing worse. To my parents those letters are a bunch of bullshit and apparently the end of the world for them. if they had a way to read this blog "HEY MOM AND DAD IM NOT PERFECT" along with some harsh fighting words i shall not even dare to type. but also, if they did read this im sorry for the disapointment yes i can do better and yes i will be better, but please dont make me feel like im the most stupidest walking thing on earth just cus of one F. and god, its just progress report fuckin relax and take 3 chill pills while you're at it. ANNNNDDDD stop saying im not gona graduate, having that embedded in my mind constantly makes me aim for that goal so watch it. im eager to finish up highschool, senioritis is approaching and will bite my little ass if this year does not get more enjoyable. ok the subject of H.I.M. aka jt24 aka my boyfriend. im going to flashback to when we first met, those stares, the excitment, the anticipation, that feeling of wow-ness. damn this boy hooked on to me and reeled me in hard, i never wanted to hang out with my friends on fridays, my text inbox would be loaded and had to clear it a few times a day because it hit capacity, it was just...just... love all over again. a different kind of love, the love i wanted to be in, the love that didnt want to hurt me, the love i didnt want to find. i was not in the appropriate mind state to be with someone, the matter is i was 100% fine with being alone. but he came along, and opened my life to something new.. something completely out of the ordinary. quite mind bottling, yeah? "never get too comfortable" for the couples out there thats been together 1..2..3 years the present day can never be compared to that very first day. talkin back happens, "i only said that because i was mad" happens, and foreals SHIT HAPPENS. hey, relationship will forever be more a relationship with the drama and access baggage... but fuck i forgot how hard it is to deal with not mentioning the nagging, misfits, assuming, blah blah blah, and all the ughhhhh's. also its hard when you guys are not on the same page, when your so tired of all the arguing you just shutup and give up without finding the resolution to what started it the first place, when when you just want to punch eachother in the face so all the shit just stops. you see, thats when something is wrong. you should never want to punch your girl/boy in the face!! (haha ok i laughed... NOW LAUGH) but ive been with my nigga for almost a year now... and honestly im content. at a point ive adjusted and learned from things that WILL shape me into a better person. he, himself taught me the finest things in life that are beyond comparable. he is my bestfriend he is my lover and he is my love. when things get too much and out of hand of course our heads heat up and begin to clash. tell me something i dont know! the world is coming down on me.. seems like im at war with my own life. and this is what i have to say. FUCK YOU PAY ME... hahaha jk. shit will get hard, fuck it already is hard. i cant stress enough how stressed i am. im officially un-employed, gota deal with my parents mood swings for about a week or so, john truong you will always drive me insane, AND no kanye west concert to look forward to anymore. oh yeah, johns bday =D today he declared he wanted a zip for his special day... so i guess that 400 bucks ive been saving up in the bank account will be put in good use? hahhahaha.... fuck i neeedddaaaaaaa blunnttttttt righttttt nowwwwwwwww.

and mom and dad if you ever read this, weed makes me happy please dont disown me.
and yes, this shit did make me feel better highfive kids.

AND IM ON THE BLEACHERS

i can never keep this shit in a consistent habbit. i guess blogging is just not my mojo for now, but hey let me give it a try...

nah actually i wont i just got sleepy. and why in the world is everybody switching to tumblr? in my oponion all these sites are the same its in the matter of choosing where you want to type at and publish your thoughts. im getting bored by doing this already.... blahhhhhhh





bye. i need a blunt.

SICK GIRL

too sick too type, so you'll hear about my whines and rumbles tmro.

bye bitches and fuck you to.

CUT DEEP.

man... if you was to ever play me ILL STILL FUCKIN LOVE YOU.

OH, FOREAL?

everybody blogs about problems, how there boyfriends are dicks, and all the other randomn shit that happens in their everyday lives because twitter is way too small to fit everything in.

aye, not hatin.. cus i do the exact same shit to =P

i havent been on this for a while, simply cus i forgot all about it. Now that i see that my bitchass cousin clovelle made one (cus of course she was my number 1 fan) on my blogs, im gona start updating my shit. yiipee..

school : foreals, being a senior aint all that. yeah we look down on all the freshmens thinkin "how small they are" when cmonn im just as small ahem 4'11 nahh ok 5'. i see all this puppydog shit going around it makes me sick! haha jk i hellla remember when i entered freshmen year, i thought i was baaaad having all my friends as seniors cus of my cousin. my mom recently asked me "anak what do u wana be after highschool, u should have a little plan now?" foreals mom, ide tell you but ihave no fuckin idea. can i just slang drugs to my future? im totally kidding -_-

fam: i miss family parties period. i remember having parties almost every weekend in sunnyvale or whereever, i miss my cousins i miss my aunties and uncles. as the generation gets older, everybody does there own shit now... and less presents at christmas :/ haha im kidding again

JT: I think i love you more then i love myself. even tho you can be the biggest DICK of all time, you know we got eachother like pan fried noooodles. damn if this is what love is supposed to be all about, marry me in 10 years ok?

ok this blog was weak, rushing to get ready to hang out with my 2 best bitches and my old homies from burton im juiced, i missed these fuckers

PEACE, LOVE, and HELLOKITTY!!!! asta lavista

NO... NO, LET ME.

there were so many times this summer i delt thru experiences where i told myself "damn this would be a perfect situation to blog about" but never got around to do so. summer is memory lane, by far one of the best summers ive ever had. twas not the usual vacation to the philippines like every fuckin summer ever since i was younger but stayed at home and runned my very own life. parents and little sister was gone for a good month leaving me with ate (older sister). i would wake up, grab clothes, and john would be there. go home (if i ever went home) just to sleep and wake up to the same routine. i was infatuated with the fact that we played the married life waking up to eachother, cooking/going out, cleaned (yeah right), and when we turn off the tv at night we kissed and said goodnight. the feeling was amazing, having no parents to tell u to go home or stay home for the most part. HE was my support system and aknowledging the fact that he took care of me when noone did. i came home to an empty house with no food, love, warmth... shit sucked foreal. i love that boy to an extent where i can stop and say yeah ill take a bullet for my nigga offtop. as week 3 passed, i absolutely hated my house. there was no shit to do having no little sister to bug, my parents flight back home kept delaying because many families like them tried going home back in time for there kids, since school was just around the corner. the day they came home was the day i felt whole and actuall happy to be in my own room again. i hugged my mom and dad so tight i shouted never leave me again! and slapped abigail in the head cus that little fucker didnt even get dark if anything she got lighter. Another huge aspect to my summer was cheer camp, now let me tell you the shit you see in the movies is haha.. so fuckin true. it was held at uc davis and sacramento weather was torching fire steaming blazing fuckin hot, catch my drift? with that being said i left that place with the most darkest tan i never wanted! fuck im so fuckin dark now, but hey life goes on. when we arrived we were late, so as we were approaching the main field we seen hundreds of girls in there color coded outfits each in sections waiting to cheer and yell there asses off. i looked around and told myself, "damn this shit is going to be roughcityyy" everything was a competition how you look, how you chant, the level of spirit your team has to offer. Westmoor cheerleaders are noobs, we had a shitload of freshmens and sophmores looking so lost they looked like puppy dogs. we werent skilled we werent together and that kind of gave us a downfall in the beginning. first day consisted of learning UCA cheers and dances and this other shit i wanted to bullshit. 2nd day we stunted like our daddeys haha nahhh we had private classes on how to stunt the right and proper way because obviously we were doing the ghetto way hahah. learning how to do fancy tricks in the air with ur legs and arms and just doing all that goodshit cheerleaders know how to do. the food was alrightt.. basic american buffet every breakfast,lunch,and dinner. lights out by 10 and must be up by 7 to eat breakfast and down to the field by 8. the schedule was crucial, and all our bodies were sore from all the workout. it was girl world all out, girls mugged, girls envied other girls, girls this girls that but overall westmoor cheer bonded thruout it all and even know we sucked in one way or another we can all positviely say we had fun. life experience, but fuck never again. 4 days was enough being a cheerleader was never a carrer i wanted to pursue in life, yeah fucking right. school is finally here and being a senior sure does feel more empowered then the rest. classes are coo with chill people i never once even had quality conversations with my 3rd year being at westmoor. like i said, im not in a rush to leave highschool however im eager as fuck to start my life not posing as the fact that ur still in highschool. im ready for college, im ready to be grown, although all these words might hit me in the ass when its finally faced to me but whatever i just want to see my future in 5..10..15 years? so here i am on a saturday afternoon straight chillen in my sweats bummin out in front of my laptop and tv. and congrats babe to making a blog, shit's cool huh? vent all u want to it, and it'll never whine at you back (like how i do to you) haha. im hungry now.. asta lavista.

ps; i also went to the weezy concert!! shit was siccckkkkkkk hehe