Writing about my graduating class (facebook friends for source)
Adnan Asif - He was an awesome guy freshman year (always smiling) but he’s just not the same anymore. He kinda turned into a jock :X
Adrienne Warmsley - A tad bit slow at times but fun loving for sure.
Adrian Rojas - He’s just a big baby but a lovable giant.
Alexis Barabad - Pretty girl with a lot of responsibilities
Allan Lee - Chill asian dude with a small personal bubble
Allison Schneider- Spirited white girl (one of the few) who looks lovely. I like her last name too, it sounds so lovely ^^. Sucks that I didn’t get to know her =( She was such an interesting person and I have some regret in not getting to know her before we graduated.
Andrew Chui - Good friend but gets frustrated at times
Aralyn Austin - Gorgeous looking girl who’s style was always on top + she thought differently than most “black” girls
Arturo Leon - Big socialite who is fake, to some degree, and mean. I don’t like him at all. I used to think he was gay, along with everyone else, but who knows.
Beatriz Verdin - High school sweet heart who I loved with all of my being but it ended one day. I still have feelings for her, I really do, but I am not allowed to talk with her anymore (due to her boyfriend’s decision) and it pains me. Either way, I’m not really apart of her life anymore.
Bhavesh Maharaj - Hip hop/rap fanatic and kind at heart
Brian Martz - A hard ass and didn’t show too much emotion but he was kick ass nonetheless and admirable
Charmaine Seguro - She was always on top of her game and so nice
Chris Clausen - All around a beastly dude and a true friend
Christian Irian - Loved looking for fun things to do and outdoorsy
Cyntia Garcia - Kinda shy from what I saw
Daniel Rajabi - Quite rude at times but honestly, he’s a good friend without all the constant game playing xD
Darren Rae - Always the type of guy to smile
David Joel Ramirez (DJ) - Mysterious guy, christian and a trust able guy
David Vera - Ghetto, to some degree, but he’s got a kind spirit to him
David Wong - Somewhat of an awkward turtle and smart
Eddie Horalek - Always the funny type of guy but there was more to him than meets the eye. He was getting tired of always being expected to be funny but I’m glad he found love <3
Erica Rodriguez - Socially awkward at times and got pissed a lot when other people were making wrong decisions in life or disrupting class etc etc.
Eric Lee - I didn’t know much about him but he’s a nice guy to talk to :D
Esther Padilla - Dated her freshman year and now she’s one of the people I consider to be a best friend ^^
Fatima Shafique - Culturally different but knew how to dress well
Iyonie Kirkpatrick - Colorful personality
Janit Von Saechao - The singer of the school and a beautiful woman
Jennifer Chong - Always at the top of every event, she was kind of pushy but I feel like the weight of the world was always on her shoulders
Joaquin Navas - Guitarist and had the music player look
Jose Zepeda - A little kid at heart and dedicated to what he did
Kristi Phan - Always cheery, had bigger boobs than most asian girls and a great friend to have
Lai Z. Saechao - Studious girl with some relationship issues and a good Christian heart
Mario Hernandez - Straight up nerdy when I met him but he grew up to be an awesome guy
Priscilla Chen - A girl who loved taking pictures with everyone
Raul Quintero - Soccer player physique and a humorous guy
Rodrigo Rodriguez - Cursed a lot but he’s a good guy when you get to know him
Roger Yee - Not much of anything to say about him
Samantha Saechao - Supposedly slow but she was a short one for sure
Sarah Vanek - Tall, always smiling, white, awesome
Silvia Mae Gudala - Short girl but one thing stood out to me. Her smiles in photographs always looked slightly forced or like something else hid behind the smile
Smita Kapadia - Always looked so stylish and one of the best dancers we had
Valerie Jameson - Strong willed girl with a political side to her
Well, that’s it according to my friends on Facebook.
On my other account that is. Myfutureperfectgirl.tumblr.com
I guess I lack the inspiration to write or that nothing hits me. I thought of one idea though: How to make me fall in love with you. Sounds like a book now that I think of it xD. I’ll find my dream girl one day, one day..
Kenneth, it upsets me that guys like you can’t be happy. I want you to be happy. I believe you will find your dream girl one day. :)
Sorry about that ninja fish >..< It’s a very different side than what you’ve seen of me though huh? Hopefully it will happen, hopefully.
On my other account that is.
I guess I lack the inspiration to write or that nothing hits me. I thought of one idea though:
How to make me fall in love with you. Sounds like a book now that I think of it xD. I’ll find my dream girl one day, one day..
Tonight, this university had an event called Crimson nights and it kinda sucked tbh. Yes, it was ok but the lack of events and the dance floor being the main thing sucked -.- To make a long story short, something interesting happened before we were about to leave. Since I hadn’t really danced with anyone, I decided to ask a girl before the day ended and I did so. Unfortunately, she turned me down and said she was waiting for her friends (or something of that nature) and I walked away but feeling ok about it ^^.
(She was a short/cute latin chick btw)
So now, here’s my story:
Some random guy decided to hit me in the back of the head as I walked away from the girl (I’m under the assumption that he didn’t like that I asked her to dance or that he didn’t like me) and I followed after him as he ran to a corner less than 10ft away. So I go up to him and I’m like “WHAT?” and he replies with a pissed off look in the face, says “WHAT?” in a threatening manner, pushes me and then punches me with a right hook. I let myself fall down and I didn’t get back up to continue the fight. No, he had people around him and fights never come out right usually so I stayed down and waited for nearby attention. Some people came over and I got the help I needed. Some EMT’s took care of my wound and what not and the officer asked me some questions and that was pretty much it. As for how he looked, from the brief moment I saw him, he was:
Dark skinned (Some form of Latin or Polynesian [apparently], 6’1” by my guess, had a dark blue hoodie, had slicked backed hair, may have had a tattoo on his face,looked ghetto and, if I’m right, had a grill (think gold jewelry for your teeth). I hope that his identity is found out and that I can press charges because nothing would make me happier than knowing justice was served, (getting paid ^.^) and that a guy deserving of jail is behind bars. So I took a few pictures of myself shortly after, got a case number and took another picture when I got home once all the blood was gone. So yeah, here they are:
It was only one punch and it left a laceration. You can see it to the left of my left eye. Yes, that is all blood on my face.
Interestingly enough, I learned a lot about myself tonight. I assesed the situation in all the right ways but oddly enough, I don’t want revenge against him really. I want him to go to jail and what not but I don’t really want to fight him either.
Moral of the story: Don’t fight a lost cause. I’ll try to contact the University, if possible, again to see if I can find his identity but it may fail miserably. Still, I’ll try it.
One thing I forgot to mention:
I talked with my “little sister” once I got back to my apartment and told her everything. She was shocked but we just talked like normal and laughed after a while but something bothered me. I really wanted to tell her sister (aka Beatriz) about what happened but I didn’t want to worry her at the same time. Ultimately, her little sister suggested we not tell her. It bothers me because I want her to know since she would care but in reality, it would just stress her out and I don’t want that happening. Besides, she only needs to take care of her “boyfriend” and she has no reason to speak to me. Meh, oh well…
I always see the girls I follow saying that they’re not happy with their bodies.
They post pictures of girls who they wish they could have the body of.
But does anyone really realize that guys go through the same thing? Media portrays guys as having chiseled abs and being ruggedly good looking. But what about the guys who aren’t like that? Are we unattractive? Sometimes I feel as though girls won’t like me cause I don’t have a six pack.
I hesitate going to the pool or taking my shirt off cause I’m not happy with my body. Cause I don’t fit the definition of “hot”.
I’m tempted to join in on the topless tuesday trend so I can show what a normal guy looks like.
Reblog or like if you are aware that guys are affected by the media’s portrayal of “hot”.
Remember that cliche about how there’s that one person in the world who’s going to fall asleep at night with the the very last thought in their mind being you? Yeah, that’s going to be who I am tonight.
I’m sleeping tonight with you in my thoughts tonight dear.
Good night and sleep well.
Your secret admirer,
What if by chance we met, instantly clicked, went out to eat at my favorite restaurants (which would then become yours), took long walks together, talked late at night, slept over at each other’s aparment, snuggled here and there, started going out on dates and kissing…
I don’t know if I could actually ask you out. I mean, I forgot what it’s like to feel so strong for someone and comitting to a relationship. Of course, I would completely love to be asked out because that would clearly say someone feels I’m very important enough to be a loving part of their life.
^- That’s a good example of how I over think things I guess.
Best way to end this hypothetical situation? Receiving a detailed message (letter is too unlikely), over Facebook most likely, from the person I’m talking about about and how she feels about me (just as loving as I feel towards her) and how she wants to be with me forever.
Great imagination… It’s odd knowing everyone can read this, no matter who that person is, and how there’s no confidentiality but it’s just how it is. I use this as a journal and I write down anything I actually feel.
This situation may hypothetical but the girl is a living dream. She would have to, somehow, find this post and read it to know I was talking about her. Unfortunately, although I love them, this fairy tale just won’t come true. Fairy tales aren’t for men, they only happen to women for some reason. Oh how I dream of one coming true for me :( You’re so unfair, world, for only giving women those wonders. I’ll probably never meet a girl who’s always willing to go that extra mile to keep me by her side. Guys are, unfortunately, doomed to always be the romantic person who always have to chase after his “girl”. There’s a bug chance I’m wron and that there are women like that in the world but according to chick flicks, guys are never going to get that same treatment from girls.
I’ll forever hate you, society, for giving us these gender roles.
To you girls that I’ve imagined sleeping with. I’m not talking about sex but actual sleeping in my bed. The thought of the warmth we could share and the comfort was just too much for me to pass up. Atm, I thought of two girls.
One I had love for and another I’m fond of.
The first felt great ,since I actually have a memory of sleeping in a bed with her, but it felt bad soon after because I’m not the one holding her today.
The second girl felt like a dream come true but I haven’t had the pleasure of being in her presence. Oh, I would be overjoyed and content with having her wrapped im my arms right now. Your smile, eyes, body (not in a sexual way) and sweet tenderness make me feel great inside but it’s crushing me, to some degree, that none of this is real.
I may be feeling love again but I’m nothing more than an admirer right now and you don’t even know of these feelings I’m having. This sounds depressing now that I think about it’s not. I wonder how you would feel about me but I’m already guessing I’ll be friend zoned. I shouldn’t put myself down but I’m being realistic at the same time. Argghhhh, I’m over thinking again :(
On a more interesting note, this all sounds like a movie and a great love story about self discovery, falling for someone and miracles happening.
I almost wrote down the name of the girl >______< That would be a bad udea in general :x There’s always that chance, no matter how small, that she would come acrosd this post. I just can’t let that happen :S
I know it’s too early to say it, and there’s a chance you won’t feel the same way, but I feel like I must say it (with all easily breakable emotions and insecurities behind it):
” I love you…”
If I develop a crush or feel quite fond of a girl, I tend to think long term of all the ways I would hope we would be with each other. Numerous hypothetical situations pop into my head and they’re all nice but if a future significant other were to read this, that persob would most likely avoid me. I can’t help that I think so much. Call it a curse or a blessibg but it’s who I am right now.
Honestly, I’m probably still broken on the inside over the last real relationship I had but I’m doing what I can to be a good person again. I have a lot of issues I have left to resolve and I don’t know what to make of them.
I have trust issues.
I find it hard to open up to anyone/trust anyone.
I tend to fall very easily (at least for a bit) to any girl who shows me kindness.
In all honesty, all I need (debateable) is a girlfriend to love, to love me and that isn’t doing it out of pity or just to fix me. I only want someone to help me through the difficult times but, at the same, to teach me what love is.
I hate my mind at times. There’s one key thing about me that I hate oh so much but it’s a big part of who I am.
It’s my imagination. Whenever I have nothing to do, my mind wanders off very easily and depending on the person, I picture the worst poddible thing that could happen to them. All the situations are unrealistic (I worry that sometimes they can actually happen) but I get so scared because I see the images in my head so clearly. It’s not a condition really but I won’t deny that I over think a lot of things.
I’ve imagined someone giving me news of having become pregnant, someone dying (which scares the living hell out of me) and so many more awful things. I don’t knoe when this imaginativr part of my life started but it scares me so much to see how far my imagination takes situations.
I’m talking about you. Yes, it’s been a long time since we talked and had a heart to heart but that doesn’t completely excuse your behavior. I sent postcards to my family back home and yours as well but I have yet to hear from you. As far as I have heard, everyone was glad, greatful or appreciated what I sent to them. I sent all those postcards for a reason. It was to show my gratitude for all they have done for me in life but you’re one I haven’t heard anything from.
I tell myself to not get so worked up about it and although I hate to admit it, at times, you’re still important to me.
All I wish for is that you finally write in my year book and send it back to me. I haven’t even read all the nice things my friends wrote to me. Of course, you don’t have to fill up 7 pages like I did but at least write a page and send it to me already.
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I have a journal where I write everything down but I almost tell no one about and I don’t let anyone read it. I’m on journal two now and my “little sister” is currently holding on to/ reading my first which is about 200+ pages. I have no idea what she thinks of me since she has been reading my life in my own words. Oh well, time for me to write.
Also, sorry to anyone who reads my blog if I get too personal. It’s just what actually goes through my head.