Drunk Frenchies!

Drunk Frenchies make the best MUSIC EVAR

WHO CARES IF I LIED ABOUT MY LAST POST!

HAHA!

LES WAMPAS - JALABERT.

HELLA AWESOME.

but still I am in the state of the "love her"

summma is ovaarr

Its over.

I believe this will be my final summer post.

I don't really have anything to blog about, except my friends.

Most of them are the greatest human beings I have ever met in my life and I wish I could stay and spend time with them, but college is the factor that I really, really hate. Hate with a passion.

So much that if I don't get all A's, I'm going to de anza so I can really transfer out of that fruity place. It doesn't matter if I like the school or not, I've been doing a huge gamble all my life, and With all gambles, someone always loses. Since I'm the only player, I usually lose a huge amount of effort and time, and I make no gain. So after I leave, It's about time I started gaining more stuff and losing less, because frankly losing a lot of time and stuff like that is what forced me into that stupid school anyway.

So as I moan about leaving this forsaken place, I reminisce about all the moments I've had with people. Heh. I think I'll remember Elizabeth Chee as the girl who gave me joy throughout most of high school. "god" knows why I put that there. Erin Pang will also remain as an awesome person. She was very understanding and kind. Abraham Sanchez will be immortalize in my mind as the person who shoved a conscious in my mind. So I'lll be damn grateful. Darren Toy, well enough said about him, he's been there for atleast 15 years. Alexander Tu? I never show him my appreciation, but he's probably going to be one of my long lasting buddies.

I don't need to post anyone else, because if they made an impression, I would have mentioned them in my previous 70 blogs anyway. Like Todd, Albert, Hieu, and whoever.

thank you for reading, I will take my bow and leave the stage now.

Sincerely,

Eugene Kwok

Speak too soon

And Today is one day I shall mark in my summer chapter.

the first day I have woken up,

and didn't think negative.

optimism and god ftw?

well, there's one more thing to do today. and them im done =3

irony

I complain about my life a lot. Like it's going to end. But the irony is...

how little effort someone has to put in to make me happy.

One Marvelous hour, and my life is much more, acceptable.

One Marvelous hour, and my life is less rebellious.

One Marvelous hour, and my life becomes normality.

all it took was her friendship.

to bring my spirits up.

So by the God's will and w/e else I believe in, may you live happy after I leave for college, and still be a grand friend when I come back. Everytime.

And audience, that my friends is the story of my great friend Elizabeth Chee.

And Yet again.

Yet again, I wake up at this off hour, with no one to talk to.

I'm always up.

it''s so boring.

and so.

boring.

I'm just saying boring in replacement for other forlorn words.

gosh im so negative.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Rage against the Machine

Good band. Too bad its so "anti" and so rebellious. I'd listen to it more but my day changes quite a lot day to day.

I hate it.

I hate everything.

I like to rant.

and for that I love ranting to my awesome buddieeee elizabeth.

sigh.

my life is still messed up and depresssed and emo.

And then I go on facebook and laugh at everyone because they have worse social lives than me.

Its a mockery. I'm sorry, I'm done with high school, so everything is funnier.

sigh.

death berries. <3

Icky Thump

So like

I have something to say. But I just feel like.

It's better to let it rest.

and for the randomest reason.

my joy comes from talking to women.

and therefore. My life stinks.

end of story.