Ocean called Life

best movie i’ve seen this summer and perhaps this year or so.

is what jason mraz said in his song.

moving on to the real topic. i found what was missing in my life for the past few weeks. i was missing passion. passion to do ANYTHING (productive). that explains my lameness in soccer these days. i mean seriously. the last weekend of june, i went to seattle for a tournament. we were SO close to moving on to the finals. really. it was up to our performance to decide if we can go onto the finals or not. in other words, we controlled our own destiny. in the end, we ended up not going to the finals. i was so disappointed, i literally cried. not enough for people to notice cuz i tried to hide it and eventually stopped myself, but i did cry. i admit. i was so disappointed. i gave almost every bits of energy. almost every bits. i need to improve on that too. to give everything i have so that i have no regret.

right now, i’m just going thru the motion. its like i don’t even care. that needs to stop. i felt like my life had so much more meaning when i was more passionate. i dropped it somewhere and just forgot about it. i have to go find it. or rather, rekindle the flame.

^the stage is set this sunday. 10:00 @ prospect high. game time. to reawaken myself. LETS DO THIS.

also another note to myself. i need to stop forgetting about these important discoveries about myself and then rediscover them in the shower when its too late. i feel like i can be so much more if i was much less carefree.

that felt goooood to just post it here :]

i’m running out of things to say on tumblr. my life isn’t very super special awesome that i have something to report about :\ UHHHHH. well i watched some world cup thingy. that made me motivated for soccer. but thats about it.

BUT i will like to make this a rant. TEEHEE

so i was watching the world cup thingy right. and they had a special back story about the japanese midfielder that played as a forward honda keisuke w00w00. and other people. anyhoozle. i watched it and i realized. DAYUM. you can’t be an average person to go to the world cup. i don’t mean like “oh they have superspecialawesome speed” or anything fantastic like that. its just that their mental ability. self-discipline. its not something that was taught to them and so they do it simply for the sake of doing it. they do it because they believe its right. for the pride of their country. to win. thats amazing. i wish i can be like that.

wow this was more srs post than anything i’ve ever posted. thats cool.

i’m bored and lonely

so i was at some baseball game with some friends and i don’t even know why i would even dream about baseball cuz its like the lamest sport no offense to those that likes baseball. honestly, even in my dream, i didn’t care what was going on in the game because baseball wasn’t even relevant to this dream. anyway, my friends suddenly turned into some other people that i never met before but we instantly became friends anyway. but whats TOTALLY awesome is this: they were like buddies with brad pitt. so brad pitt is like “sup guys wanna come over to my house” and they were like “thats chill” but i was like “OMGOMGOMGOMG RICH PERSON’S HOUSE” so we ditch the game and we go to his car. and he has this BUMBLEBEE MUSTANG and we just go in the car and start driving WHEN. this group of gangstas are like “YO DAWG YOU LOOK RICH WE BE KILLING YO CAR” and then we were like OH NOOO but brad pitt guns the engine and we’re like VROOOOOM except one gangsta leaps on to the back and hangs on to the car’s back thingy that looks cool. so we’re like oh he might die but then brad pitt calls security or something and then this ninja women jumps out from the gates and double kicks the gangster in the face and he goes flying about 30 yards. and then the ninja women teleports right next to me and it was pretty cool. so we driiiiiiiiive around toooooooooooown and we end up at this HUGE BIG place that resembles the office building places near cypress hotel but apparently all of it is brad pitt’s house. and then there was like a concierge looking person and two people standing inside the doors and you can see them thru the doors cuz the door is like transparent glass and one of the guy is like “welcome home 0519xxxxxx (the x’s are numbers that i can’t remember) aka brad pitt from mom and dad” in japanese and they’re both asian and its like WHAT? BRAD PITT ISN’T ASIAN but whatever its a dream. so the dad holds out the door for us to come in and i’m like wow this is legit.

then i woke up. before indulging in any rich people stuff :[

this morning was really weird. i have soccer things that my dad does too (too lazy to go into detail so just yea) and i always depend on him to wake me up on sundays cuz ya know waking to alarms on weekends is just like UGH NO. so today i was doing the sleeping when (dream? maybe it really happened. i don’t really know) i heard footsteps going up the stairs so i just assumed it was my dad’s so i just woke upish. but the footsteps led to the bathroom next to my room and blahblah. i got up and went to do my daily wash my face, pee, blahblah routine. so i went to the bathroom downstairs (i don’t really use the upstairs bathroom cuz its like only for pee/poo purposes only) after checking the time (8:15am. my dad usually wakes me up at 9ish) and my mom was there getting ready to go somewhere and shes like “you’re up early” and i’m like “ehhh?” and i’m like “why did my dad wake me up so earlyy……” and i wash my face and then i realize as i’m wiping my face. NOBODY TOLD ME TO WAKE UP. GRR. so i went back to sleep and my mom was like “huhm.” yup. that was my morning.

KEVIN (chen)’S BIRTHDAY (party)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow. i had so much fun you have no idea. i can write an essay about this and it’ll be abstruse (OHHHHH SAT WORD) because its just too epic. to list out few of the many awesomeness that happened:

• allen’s cutting skills
• our origami skills
• kathy’s sitting-on-paint skills
• just a lot of skills
• germy zoning out skills
• GERMY’S LASER TAG SKILLS
• buddha. enough said.
• ben’s epic hiding skills
• MAFIA. I LOVE BEING NARRATOR. other people don’t :[
• jean boner

LOOOOOOLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOL i swear i have an eight pack right now. i’m as sexy as taylor lautner. WATCH OUT LADIES you be getting da bloody nose ;D

the title says it all. 0 shades, 2 games, in a 100+ degree weather in a place called davis. oi. with black cleats. yummy yummy. i feel like a… i dunno. yea. but i’m like. radiating heat right now. i’m so hot. oh wait i always was :D harharharhurrhurrhurr. good game.

http://www.explosm.net/comics/2110/

i might have to go cleanse my brain now

i pooped like a few minutes ago and my oh my! my intestine feels clean and my body feels lighter! i feel sorry for those people who are constipated. i believe that the one of the best feelings in the world is when you have to pee but you can’t at the moment so you hold it in for long hours, waiting for the chance. and after all the PAIN and SUFFERING and the possible chance of acquiring kidney stone, YOU RELEASE WHAT YOU HELD ON FOR TOO LONG. and then the feeling of like “WHEWWWWWWWW I MADE IT” and the feeling that your kidney is gonna explode subsides, you’re left with the sense of accomplishment and relief. tmi? NO. this is how successful people live their lives. by finding the little joy in life. such as peeing. and pooping. oh, i also managed to walk on my knees while holding my toes with my hands. screw people who can DRIVE, i can do THIS.

and WALK LIKE THAT. btw, i typed this right before soccer practice so i’m in my soccer clothes. yee.

http://www.geocities.jp/z_gundam_tanosii/home/applet/Main.html

see if you can beat it.

i must say, this is going to be one of my most serious post i’ll post on this page. i regret what i did yesterday terribly. it was at carls jr. when i was walking home from SAT class with my friends (its at FLEX btw) so i was hungry and ugh… >____>;;

I SHOULD’VE GOTTEN CHILLI CHEESE FRIES INSTEAD OF REGULAR FRIES.

so i’m trying to study for SAT vocab, which i’ll be tested on in 50 minutes but you know, my brain is refusing to take in insignificant information that will mostly likely be not that useful in my life so i’m gonna fail the test and then the teacher is gonna be like “BE A MAN DO DA RIGH THIN’” and then give me like 20 extra pages of homework. NICE.

and i just found out something. flygon doesn’t fly. its typing specifically says dragon/ground. and its randomly LEVITATING from its ability. so how does it FLY? i mean it has wings, i can see that. it has wings that are super tiny compared to the rest of its body. so it shouldn’t fly. but it levitates. but it doesn’t fly. so it shouldn’t be FLYgon but more of a LEVITATEgon. i don’t understand why it would learn the HM fly either. i mean fly is a really cool move, instantly making one pokemon in your party your all time emergency “i gotta go somewhere so take me there” slave but flygon CAN’T FLY D:< SO LET ME EARTHQUAKE IT.

wait a minute. if flygon’s wings are too small to let it fly, then does that mean its the same as a bumblebee? LEVITATEGON IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BUG/GROUND TYPE THAT LEVITATES. IT EVEN LOOKS LIKE A BUG!!! but now i don’t wanna eq it anymore. it’ll only do half damage since its bug type :[

ITS BEEN ABOUT 10 MINUTES SINCE I MADE THIS PAGE. AND HOLLLLYYYYYY FUDGE. whats going on!? WHY AM I FOLLOWING SOMEBODY I DON’T KNOW. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STALK SOMEONE!? I DON’T EVEN WANNA STALK YOU. ADFLDSJFL:SDFUOIUAEOIUNE

so apparently this place is to post whatever feeling and what not i feel or something. in other words, my rant space. well i just expressed my FRUSTRATION and CONFUSION. the words i typed still does not completely express my feelings. its *INEFFABLE* <— SAT domination.

yea. … if i were to be reborn, i wanna be something that can fly. like a bird. NO NO. like a DRAGON. a FLYING dragon.