I just wanna be successful..
Fucking fuck fucking fuckery shit

Work can not ever get anymore irritating than today. The level of ridiculousness and bull shit is through the fucking roof. They might as well put me out of my misery and fire me. I signed up to assist and help, not to be scold, yelled and/or enslaved. Bunch of fuckig bull shit. I’d quit but that’s just defeats my motto of to never quit.

I have this vision where me and my boys can just sit down and kick it. Summer night, no worries, no stress. Just kicking back and chilling. Talking and laughing. Don’t even have to be night, after, morning; whatever. Just like good o’ old times. Balling til the sweat of mine drips down my body and it burns. Hah. Oh summer. It’s a shame I told myself I should be working more often for the money. We’ll see though. I wanna go out and travel.

New Goals - May 29th, 2012

  • Workout 3x a week (cardio/lifting, min 30mins)
  • No food pass 9:30, exception is H2O
  • Study, min of 30 mins
  • Drop weight
  • Save money (a dollar a day)

Okay, so i’m sitting here, hungry. And I’m just thinking of all the asian food that I want that my family would used to make or get and have. Like seriously, I feel like I betrayed my family so bad some how.., maybe the fact that my family now is becoming sooo americanized. I become americanized.. My grandma, who is getting old, is the only one who actually put effort in cooking and leaving food on the table for me, for my siblings. But of course, she’s getting old, and her energy is limited. I’m just thinking, how I’m losing touch with my heritage, and what not. Some know though, that I hate Vietnamese people, Yes, im kinda racist at my own nationality, why? because majority of them > more of the older people, are bitches, hypocrite, shit talkers. But anyways, it’s the food taht i love and it just sucks that there’s not much of the authentic vietnamese food anymore. i’m eating out more than I eat at home, and when I eat at home, it’s just plain rice and whatever I can/feel like cooking up (which is more than likely, just eggs). It sucks. It. Sucks. So. Bad. i wish that I had more than enough time to actually take time and learn how to cook what my grandma can cook. I love her to death, she’s the best woman, she cooks absolutely the best food ever. ANyways.., im done blabbering. Til next time.

It only happens once a year;

a day specially designated to your mother. You can go a whole year not talking to her, fight, argue, or even hating her; but it will not hurt you if you tell her thank you or an i love you. After all, she is the one who probably raised you.