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WAHOO!  I got 56/57 on my Precal test.  And it might get supercurved to like 40 something.  Hopefully it will balance out the test I just did bad on :-\

• On Friday after school, I went bballed during the rally.  I don't like being on Josh's team because he is a freakin' ball hog.
• Afterwards I advanced to ICC to play some baddy.  Well Gloria wanted me to go w/ her to Sherrie's house.  Then the surprises happened.  I got invited in, though it was mostly a girl's b-day party.  I met random nice girls like Jizette, Linda, and Angela.  I even played the piano and got me some Kool Aid.   I even got to go into Sherrie's room, but for some reason Sherrie had to leave for dance lessons or something. 
  
• I've been reading Eclipse of the Twilight series.  I also got some National Geographic magazines.  As long as I got stuff to read, I'm good.
• The TM was not very fun.  We did a mediocre job dividing the patrols and checking the boxes.  I don't see why we have to get new patrol names; we're now the Monkey and the Turtle.
• I went to grandma's house.  Eddie's family was there along w/ Bac Ngoc and Co Mai's family.  Bac Cuong also came by.  I helped peel the jackfruit and helped Ba Ngoai make the nom rau muong, a unique salad that has the people in troop Lac Viet talking :-).  The secret is all the sesame seeds, the nuoc mam, and the lemon juice to add the flavors :-).  We all brawled.  Then I took Lan, Vinh, Jacob, and Brook out to Target, Jamba Juice, Blockbuster's, and Wienerschntzl.  I talked to Lan quite a bit. 
  
• Sunday morning, I went to Shirish's house for a project meeting, only to discover that Shirish hadn't woken up yet.  The whole time I was there I was bored because no one seemed to need my help or care that I was there.  They were all glued to their laptops and keeping their information to themselves.   I tried to help in anyway I could but someone was always already on it.   I just read Eclipse most of the time.  Now all I gotta do is do my part of the speech.  They better not make this out as an excuse to say how lazy I am.
• All 3 students came today.  Eddie's family also came up.  Bro, Jacob, and I played basketball; I beat them 1 on 2.  I found it hilarious that 6 year old Brook beat up 10 year old Vinh, who could barely throw a football for a yard. 
  
• I was playing a Jay Chou piano piece when my uncle Eddie was like that song reminds me of a vampire and a werewolf who are in a love triangle and like the same girl (referring to Eclipse).  I found it humorous; I even found it even more coincidental that the vampire was named Edward (my uncle) and the werewolf was named Jacob (my cousin).  Wow I never noticed that before :-))
• Gotta study for SAT2 Bio and refresh for SAT2 US History.  And a lot of stuff that I want to read.
• Oh yeah, I gave blood on Wednesday.  I used my left arm because I didn't want anything to happen to my right arm.  Now my left wrist has been hurting for several days now and ithasn't stopped.
• Recently, there have been 2 seniors who hooked up w/ freshmen.  That caught my attention because 1) what's the point if you're gon' graduate?  2) One of these freshmen is this nice (innocent) girl in my Chinese class; I never would've imagined her going out w/ anyone  3) Is this what it seems like to be all weird?  Like hella older guys going for younger girls?  I mean, relationships w/in your grade level is preferable. 1 year difference is alright.  2 years is tolerable, I guess.  But Freshman+Senior?  Woah back it up there.
• In Life of Pi, it said that things in life needed to be concluded properly.  This guy showed his true colors after all this time and besmirched me, ridiculed me, slandered me when he fails to comprehend me whatsoever.   Unfortunately  we have some of the same friends so whenever we hang out w/ them we have to see each other.  My options here are to reveal our animosity of each other or to never let anyone else know of this.  We never concluded things in real life; we just stopped talking to each other and left it at that. 

I think I know where I stand in badminton now.  I'm not making varsity this year but that's OK.  For JV, you choose who you play with and what you play; plus your losses don't count against your school.  I got room and time for improvement.  That's what's the off season is for.  I just don't know if I'll be ready for it by then next year if I make it, if I'm ready to represent the school, where wins are dire.  We'll see.

We played against James Logan today; they're like as good as us.  We barely won (9-8).  I took a different turn of events today.  I played doubles with freshman Nicholas.  He's got the will; now he just needs to improve on many things.  We won 22-20.  I promised Christine and Michelle that I'd buy them food if they won.  Christine won.

Camping trip this weekend.  Hope all goes well.

 Hmm...you know what my favorite stores are?  Those stores where they sell "brand names for less."  Like Marshalls, Ross, and DDS Discounts.  You get a decent pair of jeans that looks cool for $15-30.  Kinda baggy and loose but not to the gangster extent as long as it's comfortable. I don't sag anyways; I got a belt.  I also love the shirts w/ all these designs and brands and colors.  For less than 10 bucks to up to 15.  THey also have a decent share of polos and sweater hoodies.  I mean, what's up w/ malls.  The stores have clothes with like the same word on them.  Oh I feel soo comfortable in a store where the word Aeropostale or Hollister is on every single article of clothing (sarcasm).  Not to mention EXPENSIVE.  Some aren't even reasonable.  Why should a plain polo with a weenie sized logo of a guy on a horse or an alligator cost so much?  I kinda like ot have 1 article of clothing from every brand.

Yesterday I went to 3 malls.  ANd the only thing I bought was a bacon cheeseburger.  I don't think I'll go to malls for a LONG time.  Today I went to see the cherry blossoms along the Potomac River.  It has a tranquil, relaxing effect. 

Jabbawockeez won.  So did Warriors.  Warriors have a tough schedule ahead (Mavericks, Spurs, Nuggets twice).  If they don't make the playoffs, I'll be really sad.

I should edit my English essay and get a move on my packets.  My grades depend on it.

 I am currently in Washington D.C., visiting my aunt and my grandparents.  Today I took in the business of the Eden center, the tranquility of the Potomac river and its monuments, and the sights of the fish market.  I had crab for dinner and yesterday my grandma cooked a delicious dinner.  I am missing baddy and brawl, but mostly baddy.  But I'm just relaxing now.  I'm reading stuff and watching TV, maybe wil do homework later.  My funny cousin Teo is also here.  But I'm surprised I'm almost through all of my songs on my MP3 player.

But seriously, I miss baddy.

I am seriously sick of this guy. Not only have I had it with his pompous bragging of his life plans and life, but I'm through with him shooting down things I say or being up in my face inquiring about a topic which I've made coherent that I do not wish to discuss. I can't even be myself around him because I have to be careful.  You don't straight up flat out call someone stupid to their face.  You don't either persecute an entire group of people based on your beliefs.  According to him, he insinuates that I'm stupid because I had once supported Barrack Obama (now I support neither), I'm considering UCSD even though I have no major planned, my research paper topic is Japanese internment, and I'm taking AP Psychology next year.  Sometimes I wonder why I'm even friends with him or how we've even been friends for this long.

"What is the difference between school and life?  In school you are taught a lesson then given a test.  In life, you are given a test which teaches you a lesson."--(found in my English class)

People are right.  Justin Tsui is being an asshole.

I overkilled my Precal Test.  I got 47/40, highest in the class and ultimately, beating Victoria Selzer.

• I should be sleeping.  I think I'm sleepy.  But I can't sleep.  Becasue I'm pissed, frustrated, and confused.
• The thing about life is that you gotta take sides.  Like Democrat or Republican.  Hilary or Obama.  Little Saigon or not.  I'm like who gives a f*** anymore?!  Why do people have to be so goddamn passionate about their sides and totally trash the opposition..  I have a decent idea of both political parties.  I appreciate both Hilary and Obama for their certain qualities.  Hilary's got the experience (which is depth) and Obama has the young charm (but he's unpredictable).  I don't really care whether the business district is named Little Saigon or not because in the overall scheme of things, that is not very significant (IT'S JUST A FUCKING NAME; GET OVER IT).
• Seriously, that Little Saigon shit is really aggravating me.  Why are there protests?  What do those people know about democracy?  Why is stupid Ly Tong torturing himself over it; I hope he dies.  They even called the mayor a commie.  I used to have Viet pride.  I was proud in the language and the culture.  But this situation makes me regret that I ever wrote it on my backpack.
• I regret many things I've done in the past, whether it be socially or academically.  I won't go into detail about it because some of you already know.  But I can't let go of it no matter how much I want to.  It's like a shadow hanging over me, forever haunting me.  I'm supposed to learn from it, but why didn't I know better back then?
• I don't see why my "friend" and I are still friends.  We are totally different people.  We have different priorities, interests, values, beliefs.  He wrote posts explaining his beliefs and despises certain groups of people.  I fall among those certain groups.  I don't know why I want or like something at times; I just do.
• I'm not good at anything or passionate about anything.  Every activity I do is mediocre.  I don't like any subject nor have an aptitude for any of them.  My mom helped me write this resume thing for this thing I'm applying to.  I look at it and cannot fathom what a big lie it was.  It's true that most of the things on the resume actually happened but it was nothing to be proud of.  It was nothing to glorify me about.  I don't even know why I do anything anymore.  I only do it to get by or because I have to, have nor choice, or have nothing better to do.  My future is fogged up and by the time the fog clears, it will probably be too late.
• I've become very materialistic. My parents are all like we've given you this and that.  We've taken you here and gave you the opportunity to learn that.  What about STUFF?  I've been buying my own clothes a while now. I even bought the half gig MP3 with my own money when I was a freshman year; they even disapproved of that.  I bought my own badminton rackets (2 of them broke).  I know they would NEVER get it for me because they think it's not important or does not have anything to do w/ academics.  I don't know if I deserve electronics or nice clothes; I put out a decent effort in life.  I see all these people who have all this stuff and don't even deserve it, like all the gangsters and airheads out there.  In my class, this girl was failing yet her parents still bought her a laptop.  I'm like WTF.
• I don't smile.  I don't use exclamation points.  I only do what's needed to be done, say enough of what I want to say.  What's the point of doing other stuff?  It doesn't really matter.  No one cares.
• I tried many different things this year and quit them all because they just weren't for me.  What does this mean then; I'm a quitter who has no sense of direction in life?  The only things I like or hold on to aren't even that worth it.  All of my favorite shows are declining and I don't even have my favorite game. 
  
• I was afraid I couldn't join baddy because of paperwork problems.  When I joined, I became even more miserable because all of these people have gotten better than me; I'm losing games I shouldn't lose.  I'm sufficient at the skills: drops, clears, smashes.  I just can't win games.  In the end that's what matters.  That distinguishes who's better and who gets to play varsity.  It's morbid and humiliating.  I look forward to it because it gives me a sense of purpose, a faint hope that perhaps I'll get better.  I have friends on the team and am comfortable with them.
• I'm probably deemed a failure because I'm not outgoing or active enough.  I don't do many things and I'm not really good at them.  I only go to TKD for my dad; I hate sparring. 
  
• I'm somewhat content with my simple life, with some friends here and there.  Maybe it's because I've been around all those superficial happy people where everything seems hunky dory for them.  There's nothing real anymore.  I know I'm real; I don't act fake or put up a front; I choose to show what I want to show and what you see is what you get.
• I'm so indecisive.  Eventually that will bite me in the ass for my future. 
  
• Why do I hang out w/ younger people?  I don't know; perhaps I know I'm inferior to peers my age.  I have friends who absolutely hate younger people.
• I hate people who act like they own the world and can act any way they want in public and do not regard anyone who has to bear the burden of watching them.
• I'm introverted; that's the best word to describe me.  Or big fat loser who will never get anywhere in life helps too.
• Being a Warriors fan does not make me a better person or help me in life.  Why do I play the nice guy who is goofy around guys and seems bored around girls?  Where the hell will that get me?  People who think I'm nice but that's it.
• I do things for my own good.  That's why I do the exercise or the homework.  That's why I don't ditch it or copy or cheat.  Because I need to learn and get better.
• My parents think they know everything about me and depriving me of material possessions will somehow help me in life.  Wow, it's really working (sarcasm).  I gotta dress like a goody goody prep now?  I seem like a laid back Mexican gangster school drop out who will not get anywhere in life based on how I dress?  I don't even take it to the extreme.  Goddamn.  I'm sure the stupid airhead deserves a high-end MP3 player more than I do.  I don't need one to feel rich or important.  I want one because I like a lot of songs and if I only listen to 80 at a time I'll easily get bored of them.
  
• Why are a certain amount of good looking girls airheads?  What a shame.  What a waste.  I don't know how people become an airhead or what breeds an airhead.  is it because one's peers are airheads so one feels obligated to be airheaded also?
  
• Why does it always have to be a show of smartness?  Of showing how good you are?  Of dominating the conversation?  It's annoying; no one really cares in the end. 
  

zzz

My Monday was going relatively fine.  But guess what ruined it.  Surprisingly it was BADDY.  Indeed today baddy was BAD.  We had to line up by what event we'll play in (singles or doubles).  I wanted to play doubles but had no partner because everyone else hooked up.  So I went to singles, lining up wrongfully in front of my brother.  Then I decided to play doubles but the only person left was Wilson, who sure as hell WILL NOT be my permanent partner (or any other time after today).  He's a friendly guy but he's just bad.  He can't get the shots; he can't even clear.  We played against Sam and Jimmy and my will to play just vanished so we lost w/ a single digit score.  To make it worse, Mr. Strout was sitting right near our court so he could see how much I sucked.  I'm never playing at that court again.  Then some b**** a** motherf***er kicked Mr. Strout and the entire team out of the main gym.  We sure as hell weren't going to all fit in the small gym, so Strout dismissed the JV.  We had to do pushups and sit-ups and jump rope ( I suck at that).  We learned 2 decent drills but at that point my will to play was completely gone.  All I can say is, I really hope tall Kevin becomes my partner.  We are about the same level and have trained together before.

Oh yeah, watched Jay Chou concert at Sam's house and went to TKD.