Kids don’t know what love is. I love how tumblr is filled with a bunch of fucking idiots who just hit puberty start talk about love as if they know what it is. Talk about love when you really experience it. Listen kids who are about like what, 13 to 16? Maybe younger, you don’t know what love is. Stop posting blogs about you missing someone you claim to have loved or what not because right now your hormones are talking not your heart. You’re just speaking for your horny dicks and wet vaginas. Talk about it when you really experience a serious relationship with someone you did date and have dated for over a year or two. If you really love someone you go and fucking do something about it. What the fucks a blog going to do? It won’t bring anyone closer to you nor will it ever make anyone like you. If you really love someone go chase after him/her with all you’ve got and don’t give up until you suceed. If you so claim you love that person, then chase them to the end of the world. If you don’t do anything about it, you never loved them. Therefor, stop posting your blogs unless you’re actually willing to do something.
Today I’ve come to realize how greatful I am to God that I’m still alive and well. Today wasn’t the greatest days but it was a day that let me reflect on how much has happened in my life both good and bad. I’ve come to realize that life’s too short to be dwelling on all that I wish I could have changed in my life. Although theres a lot of things I wish I could have done differently, I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for those events. Everything in life happens for a reason and I’m glad that those reasons have taken me to where I am now. Life’s full of suprises both good and bad. Before I use to dwell on the bad and wish it could have been different. I use to want to be able to go back in time somehow and change them. Today, I think otherwise. Starting today I’m going to stop reflecting on the bad. I’m going to stop panicking when I’m in deep shit and I’m not going to act as if one misfortunate event is the end of the world. I’m going to start cherishing every good memory I have with anyone who was or still is part of my life. Life’s full of disappointments but thats part of living. If life had no disappointments then what would be the meaning of living. I’m sure we’ve all had our share of bad luck and good luck. Life’s too short to focus on what people have done to hurt us or what we’ve done to make life worse for ourselves. We all make mistakes but we can’t just all keep dwelling on that. I’m just going to try my best to let go of everything anyone’s done to me and all my regrets. I’m going to hold onto the people that mean the most and the memories that make me strive to keep breathing. Today, I’m done with giving up. I’m done with wishing that I could be better at something that I’m not good at. I’m done with wishing that I could be someone I’m not. Today I’m going to work hard to accomplish what I want to be good at. I’m going to work hard to be someone people can respect and look up to. I’m done living life wishing for everything to work out. I’m just going to have to make it work out with actions and not just thoughts. I’m glad for everyone in my life right now. I don’t know how long everyone will be around so I’m just going to cherish all the time I share with them as much as I can.
Thanks to the following people who’ve made me realize this:
The People In My Family
Friends From the Philippines
There’s no real order but these are the people who’ve been giving me the reason to keep striving in this difficult world.
Today’s probably one of the worst days in my life. All my friends are at a party that I wasn’t invited to until 20 minutes ago after the party has been going on for 3 hours already. Even my younger sister was invited. My older sisters at 6 Flags. I spent the whole day at home doing nothing but staring at my fucking computer screen asking myself what the fuck I’m doing with my life and why does it feel like I’m as opaque as the fucking window to my left. Its as if none of my friends realize everything I do for them. Who the fuck offers to pay for your food almost everyday? I do. Who the fuck buys you people boards, shoes, and almost anything you ask me for? I do. Who the fuck treats you like a brother? I do. I give up almost everything for my best friends. I do almost anything for my best friends. Yet I’m nothing more than someone who’s being taken for granted. Its as if I’m just a walking talking bank to them. Everytime they do this, the tension between me and them get stronger. I spent the whole day doing nothing but read manga and watch anime. I spent the whole day listening to my music playlist and playing my guitar. Yet no matter what I did, I felt dead.
You know what im talking about. Those dame like political or music majors who think there better then everyone. The just argue about some like corp. America or talk about some really irrelevant mayor in some squared state, or even they might get all emotional about some starving chines kid. Do you know what im talking about now. OK well thats basically my whole jazz history class.
Teacher: So why do you all think they’re no jazz clubs here. There so hard to find no a days
PJ: Because people dont know good music. Jazz isnt everyones cup of tea.
Hypster behind me: Because corr. America is selling us all this repetitive lame music.
Old guy left of the room: It because Blaw blaw blaw Govern is raising the property tax forcing small cubs out of the area.
Emo Girl: its because jazz doesnt sell out
Teacher: well i guess your all kinda right? but what is the real reason?
PJ: Wow non of those made sense
Girl next to me: its because you dont understand ppl like us
Wtf is wrong with ppl. i really didnt think there were ppl like this. its like i have all the stereotypical college ppl that evenone hates. all in one class!!! Eh ppl are crazy. its not a hard question the whole time everyone keeps saying all these irrelevant things that they heard form a professor. its like their just talking to try to sound smart and have an oppinion but really NON OF THEM MADE ANY SENSE.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT THESE KIDS ARE IN HIGH SCHOOL TOO?! like seriously. who the hell do you think you are?
Hate is such a strong word for something that won’t go away.
the more I say it, the more power I feel I give to the statistic I hope to be a part of.
this is hard for me to believe. is that bad?
Only 20%. How many people go to Rutgers and which one? Sure it maybe a start but I doubt it’ll get higher. Even so, Rutgers isn’t the only party college. There’s plenty of people in the USA who drink underage. If the age limit to consume the drink was 18, I think it would be a lot better. I mean in Europe the drinking age is 18 and they don’t go through as much problems as the USA does with drinking. When I went to the Philippines, most kids under 15 would drink. Yet by being allowed to buy and drink it whenever they want, they choose not to because its no longer fun or they don’t get that certain high they’re after from consuming it.
So last night I went to a party. A few cool kids I knew were there having a good time. I was too. I mean as soon as I got to the Beer Pong table, I was there for the whole night. I was so tired from it I slept the whole day today until like 5:30 when Marc called me to skate. So I got up and got ready. I went to go say hi to Lawrence, Aaron, Brandon, and Dorian first before going to where Marc was. When I got to Wallgreens where Marc was he got me beef jerky and an Arizona Lemon Iced Tea. Then we spent the whole day filming at PNC. Marc wanted to Tre Flip it and Kickflip it. Brandon wanted to Kickflip it. None of them landed but they got close a lot of times. Connor however Pop Shuv’d it. It was pretty cool haha. After that Brian came then Andrew, Jason, and Bruno. We chilled at PNC until the lights turned off. Then we headed to Area B52 until we got kicked out of there. Then we waited at Ikea before going to McDonalds to eat. We went back to Ikea and a few people were there already skating with Dorian and Andrew. It was pretty cool. Brian and me had the longest game of SKATE ever. It sucked because it got me soo tired. I landed a few switch flips too. Yeah thats about it. Haha.
Another sleepless night. Hopefully I can cure my insomnia by staying up over 24 hours and sleeping at an earlier time than I usually do. Anyways I never got to edit Bruno’s footy. A lot of it was in the dark so its not like you could see anything. Maybe I’ll give it a shot since I have nothing else to do. I did however make a video on Brandon’s Bails that he wanted me to make and I also made a video on the funny shit Danny says. Both videos can be found on my facebook. Enjoy.
Ryan took out his camera. I saw so I looked and made this weird face. Haha I was obviously drunk already. I chilled with John (guy behind me) like half the time I was there.
I remember exactly everything that happened here. I was suppose to play flip cup with some random chick who I never met until she asked me to play flip cup with her, although I think that would’ve turned out okay with me if we both just ended up playing together for a while haha but it didn’t then all these random people and John came to play. It got too out of control and I got tired of waiting for everyone to be ready so I filled up my cup and drank, twice. From the Left: Matt, Miko, Steph, Scherman (behind Steph), John, & JP.
This is how I am when I’m drunk and blasted. I was fine until Javier kept bugging me out and annoying the shit out me. Scherman fell over me too. Roy, he likes to be a camera whore. I knew someone would do this lol. From Left: Cait, Roy, Me.
Well this is some of the people I hang out with almost everyday. I’m missing B-Rey, Lawrence, Aaron, Marc, and Shawn. Javier (middle) doesn’t count because we don’t hang out everyday and this was like the 4th time I’ve ever really met him, 2nd time chilling. From the left: Me, Scherman, Javier, Alphonso, & Bruno.
Yeah I didn’t see any other pictures with me in it. Anyways enjoy.
Gah I fucking hate my older half brother. He’s so annoying and he acts like a dumbass 99% of the time. Today he comments on my “relationship status” on facebook asking if I lost my mind because I got “married” through facebook. Like what the fuck is that shit? I didn’t know that just because it said so on facebook meant I was married. I’m so pissed right now. Like how you sound by rudely commenting someone that? How you sound? Seriously, if you’re going to ask me a question at least do it politely.
1) I’m scared of growing up because I feel like I’ve wasted too much time doing nothing with my life. The sad thing is I’m almost 18 and I feel like I’ve run out chances to make my life better. Knowing that time won’t wait for me makes it even harder.
Me: Yo wassup Joel? Joel: Watching 17 Again Me: Man you’re gay. Zach Effron’s in it and we all know, he’s gay. Joel: Lol. Nikkuh you watch anything when you’re bored. Me: So you enjoy watching Zach Effron when you’re bored?
Don’t you wish you could change some thigns in your life that you can’t? Whether it was a mistake or certain event? Don’t you just wish sometimes everything worked out in your favor and that for one week or maybe for one year your life was just perfect? I know I wish that I could change a lot about my life almost everyday. I always keep thinking what if I did it this way? How would it have turned out? I hate it when I realize life could have been better if I did it one way but did it the wrong way instead.
Gah I’ve been waking up past 3:00 PM everyday now and sleeping past 5:00 AM. I wish I could change this sleeping pattern before school starts. Anyways I guess a reason why I’ve been awake for so long is due to the fact that I’ve been missing the Philippines a lot more recently. Right before I can fall asleep, I always think about all my friends there and wonder how they’re doing. I wonder if they still remember me and our memories together. I just really hope they didn’t forget about me. I remember when I first came to America, all I would dream about was the Philippines. My mom never told me that we wouldn’t be coming back for 12 more years but everyday I’d hope, wish, and prayed that I’d be back to Camigen Island. My house there was the only house I’ve slept in and not felt homesick. Usually when I sleepover a friends house, even if they’re like a block away, I still feel homesick. Hopefully my sleep pattern changes but not feelings.
(By the way I was born in Beth Isreal Hospital in New York City. My mom sent me and my siblings to live with our Grandparents in the Philippines after we were born each.)
So most of my friends always wonder about my love life. They say its always a “mystery” between me. Who I like? Who I love? Who I have a crush on? People always wonder that. Sometimes I even act like I like someone I don’t just to mislead people about my true intentions. I don’t like it when people know who I like. I don’t like it when people I don’t like know who I like. I like to keep all of my intentions hidden deep inside of me. Its not really hard to tell what type of girl I like.
Type of Girls I Like:
Nationality: - Filipino - White - Asian - Hispanic
*If you’re not on the list, it just means you’re not my preference.
- Filipino girls always intrest me. I am Filipino. I’m not being racist or anything but it’s just my preference and what I think would best suit me. I mean if I dated a Filipino girl, we both come from the same country and we would share the same traditions as most Filipinos do. It’s just what I prefer the most over anything else. However this doesn’t just mean any Filipino girl is my type. I’m into the Filipino girls that don’t look like every other Filipino girl. I’m into that unique type of Filipino girl. Its hard to really explain with words but if you know me and know what kind of girls I’ve dated or have liked, then you would know.
- White girls are always second best for me. Its hard to find any though that I would be really interested in. I mean theres white girls in my town, just not any I’m into. I’ve probably only like 3 white girls my whole life since I got into high school. We all know how the first two turned out and the 3rd I’d like to keep a secret.
- Asian girls do not include Filipino girls haha. When I say Asian girls, I mean girls from like Japan or Korea. Girls from Thailand, Taiwan, Vietnam, China, Guam, and whatever yellow skinned asian country there is. This means I’m not into Indian girls or any Middle Eastern people. I’m not trying to be racist or anything but I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone of that nationality or so. However I rarely like Asian girls because well they’re just so hard to find. I mean theres a lot that I know but I mean theres never one I’m really interested in.
- Hispanic girls. Yeah I really have nothing to say since its like my last option of girls I like. I mean I’ve never liked a hispanic girl before I think and if I did, I only liked one. I just find a lot of the hispanic girls I know to be too gangster thug life hardcore for me and thats not what I’m into.
Personality: For personality I really don’t have a lot. As long as she’s not trying to run my life and make my decisions for me then its all good. Girls who also respect their bodies and doesn’t just sleeps with every guy she knows is a plus also.
Looks: Facial Features Right now I’m into girls with short hair. I think girls with hair that doesn’t pass their shoulders are very attractice. Girls with longer hair look okay. Oh and when I mean short hair, I don’t mean Rhiana hair just because I think Rhiana has retarded looking hair right now. Rhiana hair is a big turn down. Girls with that cute small nose are always a plus. No witch noses please. I think girls with different colored eyes are my type just because I love to look into a girls eyes and see something unique over the normal dark brown color most people have. Oh and girls who don’t have like monkey ears!
Size? No I don’t mean your bra size, I mean height, weight, etc. Well I like short girls or any girl thats shorter than me. Most of the time I date girls about 4’11 to 5’3. Any taller and I don’t think its right. I can’t see myself with a taller girl or a girl my height. Weight, well girls will never be satisfied with their weight. Just as long as your not obese and weight under 120lbs, I think that’d be fine with me. Bra size? Haha uhm I really don’t care. I’m not going to love a girl for how big her ass or chest is. Feet size? Well its not like I even stare at a girls foot.
Clothing Girls who don’t shop from Against All Odds. Girls who aren’t sneaker heads. Girls who don’t look like they’re fresh off ABDC or anything like that. I like those indie looking girls that shop at Urban Outfitters, H&M, or TopMan. I have to say girls who dress all indie make me really happy.
Well now you people have it. Girls I’m into. Geez no wonder I can’t find a girlfriend, I’m too picky.
"A day when everything is perfect, when everything will turn into memories, will eventually come. But I’ll probably remember over and over again you were there and everyone else was there. The day we all searched for just one thing."
Yeah so as most of you know I went to a party last night. Shit was poppin! haha yeah I had a lot of fun. I gotta thank Mark for inviting me and showing me a good time. I met a lot of new faces and some old friends were there also. I enjoyed most of it until I started getting kinda sick lol. Yeah I’m too tired to blog right now. Bye Bye.
Well in this blog I’m just going to talk about the Philippines and share some pictures I took there.
Vocabulary: - Pantalan: the docks where I’d spend most of my time. - San Miguel Beer: Famous Filipino Beer - Gamai Uten: Small Penis
Before I left, I thought the Philippine’s would be horrible. I thought that I wouldn’t have any fun at all, that I would be lonely and missing Bergenfield the whole time I was there. I even cried when I left and had to say goodbye to all my friends in Bergenfield. It was something I thought would end up horrible. I arrived at Manila on July 3rd. There I went with my Step Dad, uncle, and older sister to the hotel. We didn’t stay there that long but Manila was alright. I was there for 4 days. I met a few of my Step Dad’s nephews and nieces. They were all really cool, kind, and nice to me. One even took me bar hopping. Yeah thats were my first memorable moment took place.
My step dad’s nephew Mark and his friend Bachoy wanted to hang out so they called me and asked me if I wanted to meet girls. Well I obviously replied with a OMFGWTFBBQ Yes I’ll come. I went and we went to eat first. There was this cute girl at the restuarant but I was too shy to say hey. Geez I suck at talking to girls. After that we left to go to this bar to eat some more and have a few more San Miguel Beers. That shit is delicious. There I was looking at some girls, well I thought they were girls until Mark said that they were guys. What a let down and disappointment. Then one of them came up to me and was like “Byron you’re very handsome you know that?”, she knew my name cause I told her before I found out she was a gay. My cousin told me to act how I normally would if I didn’t know they were gay so I wouldn’t offend them so I replied “You’re pretty also”. Holy Fuck I never want to experience that again. Then we left for another bar. This one was off the fucking hook. Bitches everywhere, drinks everywhere, dancing everywhere, and best of all high class mother fuckers wanting to know who the fuck I was. Yeah it was great. Apparently the girl who was talking to me, Graciel, was a model there. Man if I lived there it’d be great. Well yeah she gave me liquor that tasted like cotton candy. It was yummy! I went home drunk that day 6 hours before I flight. I threw up at the Airport. Everyone in the bathroom herd me throwing up. Haha.
As I left Manila I arrived at Cagayan De Oro. This island was the only island we didn’t stay at over night. My friend later on told me they sold iPods there for 120 Pesos which is only $2.10 here. Its legit too. Before I got on the boat some girl was asking me for my name. She obviously wanted me but she wasn’t really my type and I wasn’t really going to stay there. We then took a boat to get to the best place in the whole fucking world, Camigen.
This place basically sums up all of my memories. I was here the longest and I wish I never left the place. So now let me tell you something about Camigen.
Camigen is a small island in the Philippines. It takes 2 hours by car to get around the whole island. It has 7 active volcanos, 2 famous springs, the first Catholic Church in the Philippines, the beaches all have white sand except for the underground cemetary beach, and a sunken cemetary.
Camigen is where the whole family on my mom’s side originated from, so I believe. My grandpa grew up in Leong which is a city in Camigen and I forgot where my grandma grew up. My mom was raised in the same house you’ll see in the pictures as my other uncle’s were raised. My other relatives also live there.
In Camigen is a very special town, the place where my house there is and where all my friends, family, and whatever else involves me currently stays. It’s called Guinsiliban. Its a small town in Camigen. Many people may have never heard about it. Many people may have never been there. Many people will probably look down upon it as I did. Well all I have to say is, that place was paradise.
In Guinsiliban, the sun always shines and the skies are always blue. I would always go to the pantalan where an old abandoned building is now. As most of you may not know, my mom sent me to Guinsiliban 14 years ago. I grew up there until I was 4 before she took me back to America. I remember when I was little that abandoned building use to be a disco. I remember walking the streets of Guinsiliban and seeing the High School where I use to go and play with all my friends. I remember the now abandoned house where I went to Pre-K. I remember the stand that still sells the Chicken Feet and Holy Fucking Shit it’s still as delicious as before. I would walk around and as I write this I feel like crying because those were some of the things I missed so much as a child. I remember when I was little I’d eat all the fruits my grandparents would feed me. I would run around naked and no one would care. I would chase the chickens and imitate the sounds of the goats. I was happy there as a child. Revisiting the place helped me remember what I thought was lost forever. I met people I haven’t seen in over 12 years. I met family who would tell me all these crazy stories about me as a child and how I laughed so hard hearing them. I met old teachers who would watch over me and they’d tell me how I use to be so bad ass as a child but now I’m a good boy. People there treated me like a celebrity. People there knew who I was. People there never forgot about me. No matter where I’d go everyone would know who I was, have a story about me, and they’d tell me how they couldn’t forget me. I felt like I was finally at home for once. I felt like all my troubles and problems finally ended. I was happy beyond anything else. Then I made friends.
Friends of Guinsiliban:
Now most of the kids I grew up playing with are in College now since in the Philippines they don’t have 7th or 8th grade. So I made new friends. I could never forget their names:
- Sai - Ian - Weshe - Lester - Joshua - Marfox - Ryan - Dan - JP - Wilson - Bernie - JR - Kokoy - Jerome - Jan Jan
- Lyn Lyn - Lot Lot - Irene - Ana Mae - Aiko - Jikka - Melanie
These were the people who made my vacation the best. These people will always be in my heart because they showed me what its like to be happy. They thought me a lot and I could never afford to repay how much they’ve given me. I remember the night’s when all the guys would get drunk with me at the pantalan. We’d have a blast and everyone would just party the night away. I remember going to school with all of them and it was so much fun. I enjoyed being in school for once. I remember going to the beaches with you guys. I had fun collecting sea shells and swimming in the warm ocean. I remember when Sai thought me how to make this noise with my hands. I remember when Ian would try to scheme me. I remember I’d keep making fun of Sai but in good gesture and we’d all just laugh about it. Sai Mr. Gamai Uten. Haha. How could I forget about Weshe. Your name was pronounced Wish-E so I’d keep saying Weshe Weshe On A Star, How I Wonder How You are. Even now looking at the night sky, I wonder how all of you guys are. Lester, you were one of the 5 gay friends I had, but you were like Weshe, Ian, and Sai always following me wherever I went. Lester I remember your punk emo style with your faux hawk hair and how you’d always laugh that crazy laugh. Joshua, you are one of my longest friends. I remember playing with you when I was little and I will remember hanging out with you at the pantalan at night. I’m still sorry about what I did to you. You have no idea how much I regret it. Marfox, you are my man. You were one of the coolest guys there I knew. You better grow your hair long like mine, you said when I go back there it’d be just as long. You and me shared the same music sense and well I can’t forget the times we had fun with everyone else and you were there. Ryan, you are clumsy yet a great person. I can’t forget the time when you ran away from Sai and hit a tree. I remember seeing you ride your red bicycle everywhere you’d go. Dan, you are like an older brother to me. I can’t forget how much you helped me and how much you would inspire me everyday. JP I wish I got to give you a rememberance. I never really saw you much but when I did you were always really nice to me. Wilson, in America we’d call you THE MAN. You were the oldest in the group but you were one strong guy. I’m glad I met you Wilson because you were always behind me watching me and drinking with me. You were a real friend. Bernie, you owe me Guava haha. JR you and me have to play basketball one on one when we get back. You were really good at basketball and I can’t ever forget the advice you’d give me. Kokoy, you were the funniest gay guy and one of the coolest gay guy’s I have ever met. Thank you for being my friend and thank you for always making me laugh. Jerome, how could I forget you. You were just like one of my friends here except he didn’t have a crush on me you did. I’m sorry that I’m not gay but I’m sure that when I go back we can be best friends. Jan Jan, honestly you really do look like a girl sometimes. Marilis told me you were really happy when I said that and well it’s true you do. I won’t forget how nice you were to me when I first got there. Lyn Lyn, you along with everyone else made my vacation the best. I can’t wait to go back to Guinsiliban and eat green mangos with salt at your house. I can’t forget the thing’s you told me and the thing’s you would say. I remember when we played spin the bottle and you wouldn’t kiss me so I just kissed you in the cheek haha. Lot Lot, we need to hang out more when I go back. I mean I saw Lyn Lyn more than you but you were still just as kind as her. You were a good friend although we didn’t talk much. Irene, I have a lot of memories with you. How could I forget the times you’d sit next to me when I was drunk and then I’d poke you. How could I forget that you were always by my side? Ana Mae, you and me almost never talked but you were a cool person. Aiko, you and I shared a lot of laughs together when I went inside your classroom to see Irene. I’d make fun of everyone and we’d both laugh. Jikka, my favorite cousin, how could I forget you? I miss you much and I’m glad you and I were good friends while I was there. You better stop getting carried away with the boys now haha. Melanie you need to pick a boyfriend haha. I remember you had like 3 when I was there. You were funny and a strong girl. You could have probably beat me up if I offended you. Im glad you’re one of my favorite cousins and I hope that next time I go there you’ll win the Miss Foundation.
I didn’t name some people because I never knew their names or I never saw them enough to remember there names. I still remember their faces but it does not mean they were forgotten. I remember the people I was with and those people mean just as much to me as the rest of my friends.
People of Guinsiliban:
The people of Guinsiliban are poor and most of them have no money. A lot of the people there would wear the same clothes for repeated days in the week. A lot of them would work hard making just enough to get by. Its something I never saw in America and something that opened up my eyes. Although the people were poor and had just about nothing, they were happy everyday. Its something I couldn’t understand yet grew to understand. They had nothing but had everything, yet I had everything I wanted but had nothing. I say this because although the people there had nothing but happiness, what would having everything mean if you weren’t happy? I mean I get everything I want in America. I get all the clothes I need, all the food I can eat, all the other things I want, and I like in a first world country. Aside from all of that, I was never as happy as I was in Guinsiliban. In Guinsiliban, I had no computer, I had a $20 cellphone, & I would get bug bites everyday, but everyday I’d wake up with the biggest fucking smile on my face because as soon as I woke up I’d see the blue sky with the big yellow sun shining right at me with my friends waiting outside my house. It was perfect.
This basically concludes my vacation. It was great and I loved it.
- I’m going to the Philippines this December for my 18th Birthday Party. - I’m going to the Philippines March 2010 for the entrance exam for the college I want to go to there - I’m moving to the Philippines after June 23rd 2010 for College.
Everyone, I miss you all so much except for Ashley and my Grandfather because they’re with me everyday. From Left: Dan, Forgot Sorry, Weshe, Sai, Ashley, Guy Behind Ashley, Yao, Me, Joshua (The one hugging me), Ian, Marfox, Grandpa. From Bottom: Forgot Sorry, Wilson, Lester, Bernie, Persis.
Ian, Me, & Sai. Yao is in the background haha. Two of my closest friends.
Me and Percibles. I miss this little kid. He was like a son to me.
The fucking big ass mansion. We owed most of that island. My uncle was the mayor and well my mom did work in America while my other uncle worked in London. Therefor we basically owned the whole place. It was great.
I found NEMO!
I found NOT NEMO. Shits huge.
Me, Lyn Lyn, and Yao.
Yeah I kissed her in the cheek. Sai acting gay in the background.
Me, Sai, Weshe, and Lester were probably drunk, I know I was.
People I call my family.
Me and my best buddy Sai.
Me and Lyn Lyn <3
Me and all of BRO FIST.
Me and Irene <3
Couples? haha maybe but yeah Irene and Sai are related though ._.
Me and Dan! He was a real cool friend. Bro fist!
Sai likes to take pictures?
Me, Lester, and Weshe are blasted. Everyone else sober haha.
Fun Fact: I was drunk in every picture that took place at night. Its not like I drink in America but in the Philippines it was everyday for a good 10 days.
Today was like a normal day except a lot better. I went to Target with everyone else and I got the following:
- Webcam (It’s really fucking good haha) - 8 Headphones (5 Skull Candy & 3 Sony) - 4 PC Games (Age of Empires 3, Prototype, Call of Duty 4, & Grand Theft Auto 4) - 2 HP Ink Cartridges - DVD CDs - A bunch of Yu-Gi-Oh card haha
Then we skated at B52, mad people went:
- Brian Reyes - Scherman Wright - Shawn Perez - Glenn Genuino - Bruno Nazari - Jason Ortiz - Niko West - Alex Vasquez - Andrew Faraon - Gage Faraon - Some Random Guy
Then me, Scherman, Andrew, Bruno, Jason, and Gage went to NYC. We got Chicken and Rice haha. We skated. Yeah normal stuff.
Congrats to Andrew Faraon for doing this huge gap. It was about a 9 Stair Ledge over a good rail 10 feet in front of the ledge. He ollied it 3rd try, 4th try, and perfect 5th try. He Front 180’d it FIRST FUCKING TRY. Yeah he’s good. Gratz to him.
Well on www.theberrics.com, they talked about a very talented skater named Nick Mullin. This kid has really good style, consistant tricks, and creativity when he skates. He is very talented and gifted with the skills to skateboard. Unfortunately, he is sick with a Staff Infection and they are unsure if he will make it or not. I hope everyone can give him a small encouragement. Please send your support to Nick Mullin at firstname.lastname@example.org