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I wanna do everything. I just wanna do it now. that's how i get ambitious. i wanna be complete. Banzee by the way. and no, i'm not in a commercial. no sam milby here nor is there a beauty queen. but hey, i'm sure i'll stand out if i wanted to. what do i sound like? well yeah, i'm a lot different in person. so what do you want to hear? it's summer and i ain't got much to tell. but in case you wanted to know, i wanna kill someone right now. he kills the sh*t outta me. oh c'mon. who cares... so yeah... obviously, i ain't feelin' good... |
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i can't believe i would be missing tennis classes today. sigh... it's just that i was so excited to be there. i get to exercise, hit people and stuff. and staying home won't do me good. i gotta kill time... so what should i do? i'm a very proud person and i'd hate to admit it but yeah, i am definitely missing somebody inside that court. and no, i don't know when i'll see him again. but with his picture posted on that bulletin board, i guess i would see him anyway. oh gosh... |
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staying at home is making me lose my creativity. i really need to get out. but i can't. there are lots of reasons why. my friends are all too busy with their college entrance reviews (which i didn't take for the sake of playing tennis), i never got a summer job because my aunt won't give me one, and i am having my goddamn period now. but yeah, i'm desperate. maybe i'll do with a couple of new DVDs here. so there, i wish they got good ones. awww. sometimes i just love summer because of its skinheads, but at times like these, i really hate it. i want to go to school. i really miss being busy. |
hell yeah i'm feelin' shiny! endorphines are comin' out of me.well finally i got to play. my coach/trainer didn't actually come so i played with the ball boys. it's understood that if he didn't come, i had to observe other players or play with someone else. i mean, i can't go on playing with just my coach, right? it's kind of funny. you see, i've been playin' for a year, yet i haven't really gone that far. i was so busy last school year, i couldn't find time, not even the weekends. but even so, someone told me i just had to play more often and i might just get a scholarship for college (i'm entering my fourth and last yer of high school, you see.) But my mom didn't really go for it because my grades would surely be in cross-courts. not that i really need it but hey, it's a chance for me to finally get active and i can save money just by sweating. it would really do my family and i some good.
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i'm so happy i got to play again and yes, thank GOD i am improving. i was reflecting on things earlier. you see, there's this ball boy, i'm not sure how old he is (probably around 10) but he is definitely TOO SMALL for his age. he went out of the court for a second, and when he came back, the back of his shirt was bloody. i didn't mind it at first because i thought it was something else (his shirt was dark blue.) when kuya larry (the one who tried to fix my service) asked him why, he said "my mom hit me with a softdrink bottle." when i asked why, "because my dad ran away." WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT??? i mean, there are people who want to have kids but never had them while some bitch beat up their own children! so guys, maybe if there's some compassion left in you, why not make a child to love, not to hate? but if you're some stupid fool doing "IT" for pleasure, you should also spend time in jail---FOR PLEASURE. god i hate those people. they stink. |