Trojan Olympics

Waking up, dripping sweat, wait..let me restart that, im over exaggerating.
I woke up, i left the heater on, as reaction, i pull myself out of my covers of my bed.
I have no life, fuck it actually. As a habit i wake up to have my laptop next to me.
I plug it to my charger & see that i was talking to Steffany last night, thanks for keeping me company though :D
Bumping up the music, i try again to ask my dad for an early birthday present, fail.
He's being a dick lately, it's probably the papers came in..ugh whateva whateva.
My sister can cut my hair now & is officially going to SOTA . sexy, time to meet some new people ;)
I take the bullshit though, i wash the worries away with a shower, i still can't get it off my mind. whateva
i'm gonna have a chill ass day today though, was all i was thinking. A little fast forward from the usless stuff.

Leaving the house,catching the bart, & then meeting with Sean Ciro at 24th mission. We walked to the bike shop, oh so close
to my frame! I made a down payment though, $375, i would be getting 270 tomorrow but then i'm partying my ass off.About
to buy my crank set & frame on monday though, i'll buy my wheelset when Matt sleepsover my place though. So fucking leet!!
After knowing nothing of what Sean was talking about for his bearings, we dipped & we said our goodbyes. I felt safer knowing i
only have 25 dollars in my wallet for food.

A thought came into my mind today when i sat down & entered the Bart station. No racism though. People walking back and forth in front of me. Only one caught my attention. He was black. A man in his 40s. He was holding a broom & a dustpan, wearing that ragged, unwashed, faded blue Bart onesy uniform. His expression though, that expression of stress,you can tell the scars from the age he went through puberty, & the scars that life has gave him. His mustache & beard was rough, seems like he hasnt shaved in weeks, maybe months. You could see his pain, his sadness, his fucking will to keep going. oh that determination, that determination to break from these hardships, to support a family, his wife, his kids, to pay for his shelter, whatever it would be an apartment, his house, to pay rent, he's struggling, but
nobody but me noticed that! The only thing they could see is there own destination to get somewhere on Bart, they were focused on themselves. He responded with utmost respect to the questions asked direct to him, his voice, deep yet that sadness creeped to crack in that bass. His job, reaches at least 7 dollars an hour, cleaning a subway station in the city that you probably helped dirtied. Key word though, probably. It's not that he was confined to do this, he's willing to do this for a living. That strength of his willingness. The world doesn't control him, he controls the world, he controls his life, he owns it. He's just tryng to make the best of himself. His looks gave a conversation, i couldn't speak back to it, so i caught the next train back home, where i belong. Here in your arms.

The ride to milpitas, was probably the best Random song playlist i ever heard. I still think it's weird how
i see butterflies whenever i'm gonna see you. "I'm telling you, they like me."

Daniel picked me up as usual from Great Mall VTA, we headed straight to MHS & chilled till they got out, so chill to see everyone again.
Shoutouts to Catap, Mark, Richard, Francis, Steven, & Ray. Nice to see you guys again. So Daniel & Jon left & i just chilled with MHS
kids after i got my shit out Daniel's car. Sorry i didn't go with you guys right after to Mark's house though. So the small "date" went as planned. "Well this is my turf yano?" haha cutes. We walked to starbucks after everyone left. Just us two just like we planned. It was refreshing, i loved it actually. It was so chill, like seriously, i love just talking about past things, memorable stuff, things that have been troubling us, it was just like a really good conversation between you & i. I'm looking forward to next time <4 style="font-weight: bold;">erbeast. We went back to MHS & got our spots for shooting photos. So leet though.
Got some really good photos. Everything was great at TO though. The school spirit, good sportmanship, the dances were alright, lots & lots of games & the pyramids were pretty damn sick oh & who can ever forget the FAILS, haha. Next blog i'll do a good update with the photos. Fail on finding you though, sorry cutie, i just couldnt find you after. =/

It was so frickin hot in there, so much damn body heat, it's all good though, was good to get a good breath of fresh air outside. To cut things short, spreaded the word we were going to wingstop & tried getting people to go, hella people went though. okay maybe im overexaggerating
again but a good amount of people were there. Even saw Jon Tan wtf, & Kevin Charles also, thanks for jumping behind me bro. We just pretty much photoshooted & chilled, barely aint anything though & i'm hella hungry right now, ugh.
Now postin at Ganon's, party tomorrow. I'm ready to let loose fasho.


"With every means necessary, you have to get what your keeping in out"

Knowledge is contagious, infect truth

Happy Sabbath.

Can i say that im still fucking hyped?