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September 21st, 2007
02:27 pm
JANG! IMA MISS JANNNNG!!!!!!
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September 20th, 2007
01:49 am
I found a Metagross pokemon card on my desk.
So here goes:
I chose to go to SD instead of Berkeley because i felt like i'd have a more balanced life there. I forgot when this was but someone was talking to me about what you're willing to give up for Christ. i dono if this sounds corny, but i guess in this situation, i gave up "having a guaranteed future at berkeley" to grow more spiritually and mentally at sd. i have a very good friend named chris hu down there who i know will always be there for me. there's a fellowship that i'm already thinking of joining. richard, eric, michael, dan, justin, and whoever else is also down there. my cousin ryan is also in san diego. amy chiu lives in the same building as me on the 5th floor. it is just a good situation for me. plus i had such a kickass time in san diego with justin, richard, kelvin, and eric, it just won me over. i also just went with my gut, which told me that i'd be happier at san diego, so i hope you all respect that.
it really bothers me when people tell my mom that i'm crazy for not going to berkeley. it bothers me even more when people tell my mom that she's crazy for letting me choose san diego. it almost pisses me off. i think it's such bullshit when people say that you're going to succeed if you go to a "good school." i think it's the area we live in, where people judge you on your grades or what school you go to. "oh you're going to this school? you must be a genius and worked really hard in high school." "oh you're going to this school? you must be a fucking idiot what did you do, draw dinosaurs on your test papers?" no, fuck that. i truly believe it's how you apply yourself, what you do with your time, how hard you work, and how much luck you have. i've told this to many people: i worked in the warehouse at amax packing boxes with a guy who had a four year degree in business from berkeley. he had crap luck, and now he's packing boxes in the warehouse of a computer company. yeah, maybe people who got into stanford really did work hard in high school. yeah, maybe who are going to ohlone maybe really did stare at the ceiling during class. but it could very easily be the same the other way around right? it shouldn't be the school that defines who you are, it shouldn't be what activities you do, or what gpa you had or what your SAT test scores are. i mean, if you like to study and like people to see you for your grades and shit, rock on, that's your choice. you define who you are. i'm not really sure how to say what i want to say, but yes of course you should be happy of your accomplishments, be it grades or sports or climbing a tree or whatever. but i really don't think it's good to put that stuff before the person, like seeing a person's grades or sports or tree climbing instead of seeing the actual person. "this boy has good grades, you should marry him" well what if he's an asshole, then you're fucked.
i'm gono say this because charles fang pissed me off that one day in class when he said that i couldn't have hurt my liver by getting run over by a car. yeah charles, i don't know, i'm just guessing, you may have been a smartass and studied your ass off all the time or whatever and gotten straight A's and flying high test scores. but we both got into berkeley didn't we. i dont know if you had fun in high school, i don't really know what you do or who you are, but i had a blast in high school, hanging out with friends, playing sports, video games, all that stuff. but at the same time, if you like to study, i respect that. but if the only reason you did it was to get into a "good college" and be "successful", i feel bad for you.
matt young, don't say that sc is a bad school. that's bullshit. that's other people's opinions who are based off of other people's opinions. "yeah well i heard from that other guy that if you want to be a doctor it's better to go to whatever school" no, fuck that. you go and be you and make yourself and your parents proud.
eric lee, i'm so sorry that you were at my house the day you were supposed to turn in your 500 dollars for your housing but you didn't and now you have to live 15 minutes away from campus. but at least you'll wake up every morning to the beach and we'll go surfing a lot and eat chimichangas and try to catch michael talking to stephen liu at sixth college.
mom and dad, i've tried to pay for my own stuff since sophomore year because i felt bad that i always used your money. you've never really been stingy about getting me stuff or letting me make my own decisions, and i know that if i really wanted something, or really needed you to do something for me, you'd get it/do it for me in a heartbeat. i know it's because you love me so much. but i feel a lot better knowing that i earned my own money and i paid for my own crap. you've let me be independent and make my own decisions, and i really appreciate it. you've always been good to me, and i love you guys. mom, you're so awesome and i can't believe you do all the things that you do and yet still have a smile on your face. i'm sorry for the pranks i pulled on you, and although you blame the surfing coach who taught me how to boogie board and surf for me going to ucsd, it's not his fault. dad, you're cool most of the time. i wish you didnt have such a temper so i wouldn't have such a temper as well. and i think it's kinda funny how all of our car troubles started with me and you ended up being the one crashing it. gg, no re.
to everyone else. it's been bomb and a GRIP OF FUN (yeah, that's right max, nicole, whoever else) being in classes with you and not being in classes with you and seeing you at tapex and high fiving you and awkward turtling you and telling stories with you and saying nay with you and riding mechanical bulls with you and being stupid with you and sitting around with you and calling you up and talking to you on aim and eating with you and telling you that i found my pencil and just KNOWING YOU. i'm so blessed to have friends like you all, and if i could show you how much all of you mean to me by spreading my arms, i would. but i can't, so i won't. my arms aren't long enough. i regret that i didn't get to know a lot of you better, and i regret that for many of you, you will only know me as the guy who "slept in class all the time." good luck wherever you are going, or wherever you are at, and if i ever see you in the future, i will serenade you with a song.
here's to vent krew, i know i'm not original vent krew, but you guys are such great friends of mine, and it's been kickin being with you guys
here's also to 3rd period lau, 4th period lindsey, 5th period fort, the guys in the parking lot, the volleyball players, the basketball players, the tinikling dudes, beader boyth, jigger guys, limey, skittle, everyone else who i have a nickname for, and whoever the hell else
it's college man! this is my opinion, life isn't all about books and grades and crap. college isn't about sticking your head in the books and leaving it there till you fall asleep. it's not about trying to get someone to think you're cool or getting piss drunk every night for the hell of it. it's not about being "successful". naw, it's about living life man! you define your own success. if you're happy as a clam but you're living upside down in a cave or something, well then your life rocks. it's about doing what makes you happy. if you like to study, okay go for it. if you like to get piss drunk, more power to you just don't die. so if anyone out there is still lamenting about i didn't get into something, chill out! make the best of what you got, that's all you can do. you're gono be at wherever you're at for a while! i hope everyone is happy, and will be happy at where ever you're going to college, because isn't the pursuit of happiness in an important document in american history or something. think about what's really important to you in the present and in the long run, and then don't worry about stuff that's not important, what's the point! don't worry, be happy!
that's what i have to say. if you disagree okay, good for you. if you agree okay, good for you. i'll buy you a soda. if you get angry at what i said, then come to my house and rip up my pokemon cards or something if it'll make you feel better. if you start crying, i'm sorry, turn that frown upside down.
May your dreams fly as high as your hats.
kbye
in two days.
se acabo.
~Ikevictor
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August 18th, 2007
12:58 am - i think i need to grow up, maybe another day
jentegrityy: oh man...
jentegrityy: :-(
victorsasleep: ?
victorsasleep: lost your pencil?
jentegrityy: ...
jentegrityy: LOL
jentegrityy: DAGNABBIT
jentegrityy: I HATE
jentegrityy: YOU
jentegrityy: SO
jentegrityy: MUCH
jentegrityy: RIGHT
jentegrityy: NOW
jentegrityy: WHAT
jentegrityy: THE
jentegrityy: HECK
jentegrityy: its been so LONG I THOUGHT YOU WOUDLNT SUSPECT IT
victorsasleep: HAHAHAHAHA
jentegrityy: i hate you
jentegrityy: i hate you
jentegrityy: i hate you
jentegrityy: -_-
victorsasleep: dude
victorsasleep: you can't be me to me
victorsasleep: okay
victorsasleep: can you please post that on lj or something
victorsasleep: please
jentegrityy: LOL NO
jentegrityy: NO
victorsasleep: k i will
jentegrityy: gosh i hate you. NO
jentegrityy: DUDE i really thought
jentegrityy: ALGOSH DAMMIT
jentegrityy: >:O
jentegrityy: i was sitting here like
jentegrityy: giggling
jentegrityy: VICTOR KAO
jentegrityy: DONT FREKAING LJ IT
jentegrityy: I'LL KEEL YOU
jentegrityy: DO YOU READ ME?
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/blue/working.gif) accomplished
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August 16th, 2007
11:47 am
I saw this at work
University of James
Redding, CA
Fields Offered: Many Fields
Year Founded: 1998
Their Web page has vanished into cyberspace, and they are no longer listed by the World Association of Universities and Colleges. They had offered external graduate degree programs from a Mail Boxes Etc. store in northern California.
lol they worked out of a mail boxes etc.
As we get older, I think the point of no return becomes closer and closer to the origin. The other day, me and dan forgot something in our cabin at retreat, and we were like 10 feet away from the door but we were like "we have gone too far." 5 years ago, we probably would've gone back
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August 8th, 2007
11:03 pm
i'd like to find out who stole my car and who wrote fuck you on my front door
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July 30th, 2007
11:36 am
When Ninjas Attack!
Every year, when spring comes, my mind goes to one place and one place only, Ninjas.
Every time you read about Ninja’s attacking somebody or assassinating some public figure, it seems to happen in the spring. I’m not sure why, it’s just the way it is.
Maybe it’s the fact that the spring is traditionally the new year in most pagan religions. It is also the Persian festival, “Naw Ruz” or “New Year”.
Whether it is a throwing star to the neck at a bowling alley, a poison spike that sails through an open window and lodges itself in the fleshy part of the leg, or a mysterious black-clad figure with a bo staff, perched up on the ceiling of your garage as you pull in your car from your awesome job, ninja attacks can and will happen anywhere and anytime.
And they happen to the best people too. Just ask my cousin Heindl. She has lost 12% hearing in her left ear from one.
Things to remember:
Be alert. Everybody loves a lert. (Ziggy joke)
Check ceilings first, when doing your safety inspections, that’s where they like to ‘hang’.
The best defense against a ‘shuriken’ or throwing star is a good offense. Also, armor.
You will never beat a ninja at a sword fight, one on one. When the Ninja draws his sword, fire your taser ™. A well placed taser ™ will take out even the most deadly of ninjas.
Show them that you know they’re there. Shout out, when entering a new locale or a suspicious locale, “I know you’re there, Mr. Ninja. Your element of surprise has now been taken away” [I’ve gotten many ‘funny’ looks for this kind of preparedness, but so be it. That is a risk I’m willing to take. Are YOU!?]
But most importantly, remember that a Ninja is only trying to kill you if someone has hired that ninja to do so. So for every ass-kicking Ninja trying to take someone out there is some alienated girlfriend, some enemy rival at the workplace or some Japanese feudal lord who has paid that Ninja to kill. Or worse.
I hope this web log has made your spring a more beautiful and restful time. That was the author’s intent. Also, fear.
Dwight Kurt Schrute, Assistant Regional manager, Dunder-Mifflin Paper
Chairman and Founder, Lackawanna County Ninja Preparedness Council
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July 23rd, 2007
06:41 am
upside to taiwan
playing the transformers game on wii
KICKASS
be back saturday morning
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July 16th, 2007
05:55 am
those claw grabbing toy games in taiwan are so rigged
after you try to get it, the workers open it up and reposition the toys so that it's hard to get
BITCHIIIINNNNN
i went surfing over the weekend, MONSTER TYPHOON WAVES. one time i caught a wave and was going to jump onto my board but some guy walk in front of me and i had to bail and the board flew up and smacked me in the head. another guy bailed and had his board fly up and the fin cut his calf really deep and he had to get 15 stitches. BITCHIIIINNNNN
eric lee if it turns out you really did spoil harry potter for me (because sources say the person who leaked the info may be bluffing) i'm going to make you feed you sushi and egg rolls. a lot of sushi and egg rolls. enough sushi and egg rolls to make you EXPLODE BITCHIINNNNNN
two more weeks until i can go home BITCHIIIINNNNN
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July 8th, 2007
06:05 am
I WANA GO HOME I'M MISSING OUT ON SO MUCH
FUCK MOSQUITOES AND COCKROACHES
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July 1st, 2007
04:35 am
GUESS WHO SAW TRANSFORMERS
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH
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June 30th, 2007
08:15 am
vent krew i got all of you something from japan
i miss all of you fools back home so much
japan was awesome, i'll talk about it later i'm playing wii with my cousin right now
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June 13th, 2007
June 1st, 2007
02:13 am
today ms.fort asked me if i was on drugs.
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May 26th, 2007
01:01 am
haha windows vista sucks
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May 16th, 2007
06:54 pm
wow good game. my mom just asked me if i had her american express and i said no. turns out my sister has had my mom's credit card in her possession since saturday. i wonder how much money she spent this time. my mom gave her the card so that my sister could get my mom more minutes for her phone. when my mom asked her why she still had her card, she was like "you never asked for it back"
holy shit.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/blue/angry.gif) annoyed
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May 14th, 2007
07:22 pm
no ashland for victor
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May 13th, 2007
03:08 pm - happy mother's day?
i'm so sick of my sister
today my family went out for a mother's day lunch. we went to pick up my grandma and we were going to go somewhere to eat. my dad wanted to eat at fresh choice, which is where we always go whenever we go out to eat. that or sweet tomato's. always. both my mom and my grandma didn't want to go to fresh choice. note: the two mothers in the car did not want to go eat at fresh choice. but what do you know my sister has to bitch and moan about how she has so much homework to do and that she needs to get home and that she doesnt have time to go to anywhere else but fresh choice. my dad gets pissed off and says enough and takes a crazy turn across two lanes to go to fresh choice. thanks everybody!
my sister is so helpless. she went from an immature girl who didn't care about school to an mature girl who doesn't care about school and now spends all her time shopping for clothes, talking on the phone, shopping for shoes online, asking my parents for money, trying to trick my parents into buying her shit, and reading seventeen or whatever magazine. why do i say she's mature? one day she and her friend walked past my door and i heard them talking about "omg vicki i don't think you should get into a relationship with him because if you don't really like him you might get hurt, and i don't want to see you get hurt like that because you're my friend." something like that. THEY'RE FRESHMEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. people ask me if i care that she's already had a boyfriend. no i don't care, actually i feel sorry for whoever the boyfriend is. my parents spoil her so badly. my sister pretty much tricks my parents into getting her stuff. i dono how this happened but she has 2 mp3 players, and she's asking for a third one, because
sister: "i've had my creative zen for 2 years and music is really important to me and it's too old to use now, i need another one"
mom: "well, wait until your birthday"
sister: "no that's too far away i need one now."
when my parents don't let her get stuff, she just goes into my mom's purse and either takes cash or takes her credit card and orders stuff online. some of you may recall when i said a long time ago when she was really young she went into my wallet and took 20 dollars. now she's moved onto CREDIT CARDS. my parents don't do shit about it. i swear she has at least 15 pairs of shoes ranging from jordans to nike dunks to vans slip ons and other crap. we're not a rich family, my parents are probably going to go through hell trying to pay for my college tuition. that's why i try to find jobs and tutor and stuff to try to pay for my own stuff with my own money so i can take some money pressure off of my parents. i'll admit, i'm not the most save-money person in the world, but at least i try to pay for my own shit as much as possible. i have like 3 dollars in my bank account right now. my sister, holy shit, where the fuck does she get her money. she is always asking my parents for money to go to san francisco with her rich friends to shop or some shit like that, or saying stuff like i need a new phone so i'm going to switch to this phone plan blahblahblah. yeah you go ahead and try to switch, because you're not the one shelling out money for the phone bills.
our house phone has two extensions. one is in my room and one is in the living room. my sister already lost the one in the living room because she had it out for so long that it ran out of batteries and now we can't even page for it. the one in my room, she always just walks into my room and takes it, even if i'm in my room. she just walks in doesnt say anything and takes now. now i realize that i haven't seen that phone for a week and she probably lost that one too. wow good game.
another thing that pisses me off. she always knocks on the wall between our rooms to tell me to turn the music or vent down. whenever i turn it down so that it doesnt "bother her" it's always to a volume so low that i can't even hear it myself. and sometimes she keeps knocking. i guess sound does travel faster through solids. i'm not gono turn my volume down anymore because once a week i hear her and her friend talking about relationships and crap at 2 am. THEY'RE FRESHMEN.
my mom's given up on her already. it's a pretty messed up thing for a parent to say but my mom was like "maybe she'll just go to ohlone or something" whatever. you can kinda tell i don't really deal with my family that well
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April 7th, 2007
02:04 am
my car just fucking got stolen.
chris won left my house at 1130 and said it was still there. my dad went out at 1140 and it was gone. the doors were locked
this was definitely planned out, no way can some random person be like oh i'm gono steal this car and take it in 10 minutes. someone is fucking watching me and they know where i live. the cops said they'd patrol for the car for 15 minutes but that's it. i dont feel safe anymore.
im thinking they planned shit out when they broke into my car three weeks ago, if it's the same people. either that or someone somehow did something when my car was at the shop for a month.
first my car gets broken into, then the next week i get in a car accident, then my car gets stolen
so yeah, go on and worry about your shit. worry about what grade you got on your math test, worry about how cute you'll look in the morning, worry about not having the perfect shoes or boots that you've always wanted, worry about all that shit. i'm gono be worrying about my family's safety because whoever did this could come back at any time and kick my door in and just clean out my house. and if my family's home if it happens, then that's all bad. if i'm home if it happens, i have a bat next to my bed and i'm gono protect my house and beat the shit out of whoever tries to mess with my family
you know things are fucked up if you dont even feel safe in your own house
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March 31st, 2007
05:41 pm
victorsasleep: DUDE
jenneatspens: hm?
victorsasleep: guess what school i just got into
victorsasleep: i'm so excited
jenneatspens: ?
jenneatspens: WOW
jenneatspens: WHICH SCHOOL YOU SLUT
victorsasleep: HOGWARTS
jenneatspens: fuck you
use nice words jen!
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March 30th, 2007
10:45 pm
who else got into muir for ucsd?
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