Generation Cross 5th anniversary (blog 10)

The dreaded Friday the thirteenth was a plain superstition compared to what happened last night. It was a beautiful night of celebration and enjoyment of each other. I can talk about how these 5 years of this youth group has changed me, but I don't have 5 years to write ha-ha. anyways, it was awesome to meet with old people that have been there when it started and combining the old in with the new. Evenn though it has been 1/2 a decade, time has nothing on us.

New oppurtunity (blog 9)

With everything out of the way, my cousins finally decided to take a new chapter in life and finally move out. This would've been a beautiful thing for my family, if they had just move EVERYTHING out of the apartment. Boy, it was a hassle. especially in this winter weather it has been a crappy way to waste ones time. On the up side, someone has quickly responded to the situation and is interested at looking at the apartment. I guess stuff like this just naturally falls into place.

Congratulations, Hong 10 (Blog 8)

With Redbull BC One 2013 happening last Sunday, I'm proud to congratulate bboy Hong 10 for winning. Other than the fact that he made his own bboy freeze that is so iconic, he is a strong showing that he is one of the few bboys that show originality in the art. Anyways, I dug into my closet and I found this. It is probably a sign that I should pick up breakdancing again.

(Blog 7) Sleep shot

I never really realized how much people need sleep. it could be a rough morning or a restless night of sleep. It also could be the fact that they find the class boring. any possible reason could trigger the fact that this cold hard desk can remind any person of a pillow or a bed. they even drool on the desks, which is pretty nasty. either way, I find it hilarious to take pictures of people sleeping. I call it the sleep shot

(Blog #6) The Week Of Nothing

There are times where you get really into life. Am I right? Like, life just magically speeds up and you're so caught up in it, you don't even realize where your life is going and you let the "Flow" become the pilot of your life? That's like the complete opposite of where I am with my life this week. This whole week has been basically nothing but me, and home. I haven't done nothing big either. maybe it's because the weather. Winter is the type of weather where you don't dare go outside. Unfortunately, I didn't have anything to do inside as well. What I found cool was when I caught up in my shows, I found this quote that stuck to me. "There's no such thing as someone who 'doesn't belong'. There will always be someone who wants you to be here." And with that, I'm off to do nothing

(Blog Number 5) It All Comes Together Slowly

Well, its November finally and I have come to think that it has been an efficient couple of weeks. I've had a lot of B.S. that has happened to me this year, but then again who hasn't? With dad finally giving me the thumbs up to go job hunting, having the youth leaders ask me to host the anniversary for the youth group, grades looking good for the most part, the list can go on and on. All that there is to consider is that my family is getting stronger.

Today, my youngest brother just came back from the hospital and I couldn't be any happier! Maybe I should be a little more on guard with this turn of events, but why should I let it sour my mood? Dr. Seuss knew what he was talking about when he said "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" Let's end this year off with a bang!

Outing Of The Year

Two teams of 10. Each member has exactly 6 members of each team in jail. 1 teammate on the west side, 1 on the east, 1 guarding jail and there I am giving orders and becoming a good leader. The score is 3 up and we NEEDED to score for bragging rights. How in the world did i end up hurting two people?

October 26th was the date. My youth group had an outing that i did not know about. With college approaching closer and projects due, there are more things to get done and not enough time to be going to Lynn and playing some weird games our youth leaders google'd. It got started at 3 which was good because that was around the time i showed up. To start it off, we were in teams and did games that i can't even remember but i was bored outta my mind. I wasn't the only one feeling it either. Our youth group has a tendency to not get physical at all and the games reflected it. Then something changed.

"Hey, Let's play German dodge ball!" Shouted Jimson, which was probably the greatest idea of the day. to put it short, it was a free-for-all with dodge ball mechanics and the only way to get back in is if the person that got you out, gets out. This went on for about of couple of hours and i saw a side of everyone that want to see others suffer. Even the little ones. I loved it! Capture the flag ended up being our last game and everyone was revved up. Everyone knew what they were doing and besides the argument over the line (like most people would because I've never seen a game where confusion happens in CTF)  It was enjoyable.

"Lina lost her wallet! Lina lost her wallet!" shouted the youth leaders. What? exclaimed everyone. we were in disbelief. I knew everyone had there competitive faces on, but not their criminal faces on. we search, we scanned, we did bag checks, and no a kitty wallet in sight. next thing you know, we ended up looking in the trash and Wahlah! it was there. What a way to end a day like today.

The Inner Poet

I know this is late, so I feel kind of bad. on Friday October 11, Lowell high school had its annual jack Kerouac contest and I had just heard it was coming up. I remembered last years contest and I was digging it. people expressing themselves through spoken word and there were people ready to listen and show support. The cash rewards of $250, $150, and $100 that were given would be a plus.This was something that I wanted to be apart of. on Thursday, I asked my teacher for the permission and the prompts that we needed to follow. I looked and saw that I needed 2 poems by Monday. Ain't that stressful?

On Sunday night (I slack pretty hard) I managed to bang out the 2 poems by 5a.m. and handed them in. So now Friday came I and was getting pumped! Until I realized that a total of about 46-48 people had entered as well. (DAAYUM!) The first round had everyone say there 1st entry to make it to top 10. the 2nd round was to figure out the top 3. I remember checking the clock and around 10 o' clock that I went in and showed the room what was up my sleeve. I was nervous, but I said what I wanted to say and bam! the crowd roared. That feeling was pretty amazing and I felt good about myself. Everyone kept quoting me too, since I repeated 3 words over and over. That was like a top 10 moment in my high school career.

The round ended and I managed to get top 10. too bad my 2nd entry was complete garbage so I knew that I wasn't going to win. On the other hand, I did manage to get a book mark and a Barnes and Nobles gift card for like, 15 bucks. That day went by pretty quick, but not as quick as my heartbeat when I went up there. The inner poet in me might actually come out one day. Until then, the rest of my senior year comes first!

A sign from somewhere

It was on a Friday and I couldn't get out of bed until noon. I didn't want to accomplish anything that day but I figured that I couldn't afford to waste the remainder of the day at home. I got ready to go to my friends house, went outside, and it was just there. I package for me, David Chhuon, from an address from frickin Texas! I open it up and its a razor. on the box, it says happy 18th birthday and I cracked the biggest smile of my life. my birthday was actually a couple of weeks ago and I started to believe people my age don't get gifts anymore. I was wrong. It brightened up my day and I'm kind of glad to see stuff like this does actually happen. so to whoever sent this to me, thank you. I'll probably end up using this for when I get ready for a job interview or when I go tour when I get famous playing the guitar. a rock star has to have a smooth complexion ya know!

 

 

 

 

 

I call her Belle

You see this? This is my guitar. I call her Belle. I don't know why, but the name just stuck to me. I love this guitar. Me and her go waaay back. It was back in 5th grade when I was constantly pushed to play an instrument by my mom and dad and I tried just about the basic stuff with my uncle. The recorder, bleh. Drums was a big NO. The bass was too heavy for me at the time. And finally, Wahlah, the guitar. It took me a legit 3 months to even be comfortable with placing my puny little fingers around the neck of his old crusty blue guitar. I never knew why learning any instrument was important, until I hit 11.

My birthday was a week away and my mom called. She has asked me what my favorite color was and I looked at her funny. I asked why but she didn't answer. "Black it is" she said. and that was that. A week later. BAM! A shiny black Esteban guitar right through Fed Ex. All my mom did slap a bowtie on it and called it my birthday present. She was a lazy mom, but she always pulled some crazy stuff out of her butt. I cant really recall what else I got that day, but I did get something. And that something was passion!

Its been about 7 years now and I still feel like I have that drive to do better. Belle knew that, and she also knew that I couldn't progress any farther with her either. That's why I switched to play the electric guitar. But every once in a while, I'd always visit her. It's Funny because when I think about it, I think I chose the name Belle for like wedding bells. My love for music is definitely there and as long as I'm happy playing, I wouldn't mind be married to it.