Friday, March 23, 2007
10:20 PM
aznpryde94:	Leslieeee
LesXia:	jackieeeeeeeeee
aznpryde94:	heyy~~~
LesXia:	watsup
aznpryde94:	nm nm
aznpryde94:	u?
LesXia:	problems at home
aznpryde94:	ooo~ want to talk it out?
LesXia:	psh
LesXia:	yea
LesXia:	my mom sucks
aznpryde94:	wat she do?
LesXia:	u know how i was going to go to bronx w. my aunt?>
aznpryde94:	yea
LesXia:	my mom made me not go and i really wanted too
LesXia:	then they were arguing
aznpryde94:	=0 y she make u nt go?
LesXia:	yea
aznpryde94:	omg >-<
LesXia:	its like every single time i wanna do something she'll always tell me not too
aznpryde94:	so-called "overprotective"
aznpryde94:	-.-''
LesXia:	yea
LesXia:	like if i wanted to go to flushing w/ friends she'll say no
aznpryde94:	-.- wayyy overprotective
LesXia:	yea i know
aznpryde94:	wat bad ding could happen... ur wit friendz~ nd pplz~
LesXia:	shes like there are a lot of bad things in this world
LesXia:	new york is dangerous
LesXia:	blabbity blabbity blabbity
aznpryde94:	isnt everywher dangerous.....
LesXia:	i know but still
aznpryde94:	she juss wont let u go placez witout an "responsible" adult...
aznpryde94:	=?
LesXia:	yea i know but my aunts 17
LesXia:	and she goes to bronx science
LesXia:	and she know how to get ther and everything
LesXia:	she  knows the place by heart
aznpryde94:	did ur mom say specifically y she doesnt want u to go?
LesXia:	cuz we're tto "young" nad y is dangerous
aznpryde94:	LMAO! soo itz "Overprotective" nd a bit of "Trust"
LesXia:	ok
LesXia:	omg, she should be lucky i even listen too her rules
aznpryde94:	yup yup
LesXia:	if i didnt listen i would just leave the house tommorrow morning
LesXia:	and if she called i wouldnt pick up
aznpryde94:	ooo! tatz wat i do
LesXia:	lol
LesXia:	xD
aznpryde94:	XD
LesXia:	i wouldnt do that cuz i listen to her
aznpryde94:	ur a "good girl" O=P
aznpryde94:	XD
LesXia:	lol yea
LesXia:	she should be lucky
LesXia:	im a good christian, i listen to her, i do everything she tells me too
LesXia:	everythign i do i tell her
LesXia:	i dont keep anything from her
LesXia:	etc
aznpryde94:	-.-''
aznpryde94:	lolz
LesXia:	like wen i went out with banney i told her
aznpryde94:	o-O
aznpryde94:	did she freak?
LesXia:	i told her to not worry
aznpryde94:	ookay~
LesXia:	and like she met him afterschool wen she picked up my lil sis
LesXia:	and he goes to my parties and she knows him
LesXia:	i just want freedom but she just wont give it too me
LesXia:	i get good grades, i do good in school, what else does it take?
aznpryde94:	she... cant bare to let u go?
LesXia:	its not like i'll just leave the house forever
LesXia:	im still coming back wen she tells me too
LesXia:	wen she calls for me to return i do
aznpryde94:	hmm... shez afraid of losing u?
LesXia:	i guess but then still
LesXia:	things like that happen
LesXia:	and in 3-4 years ill be leaving home for college
LesXia:	what does she expect
aznpryde94:	hehe~ crying part
LesXia:	wen i turn 14 i could get a job
LesXia:	at 16 i could drive
LesXia:	and im almost a adult but she still doesnt understand
aznpryde94:	hahaha ur sitll her lil b@bii~~
LesXia:	lol
LesXia:	she has my lil sis
LesXia:	i bet my lil sis has more privleges then me
aznpryde94:	probably
LesXia:	and shes 8
aznpryde94:	hahahaha
aznpryde94:	u'll hav alot of freedom.. soon~
LesXia:	yea soon
LesXia:	i hope she'll let me leave the house wen i go off to college
aznpryde94:	lolz
aznpryde94:	Dorms
LesXia:	i know
aznpryde94:	x)
LesXia:	shes a total stinky turd
LesXia:	i dont curse either
aznpryde94:	haha i noticed
LesXia:	xD
aznpryde94:	=]
LesXia:	im a good christian
aznpryde94:	yep
LesXia:	are u christian?
aznpryde94:	nope
LesXia:	oh ok.
aznpryde94:	xP
LesXia:	lol
aznpryde94:	wellz.. Feel Better =D
LesXia:	okeee
aznpryde94:	lolz
LesXia:	its hard to believe my aunts only 17 and im 13
LesXia:	like 4 year differnce
LesXia:	like wen i was like 4 my aunt was 8
LesXia:	i was 4 and calling her auntie at 8
LesXia:	xD
aznpryde94:	-.-'' woooahh~~~ tatz maad awesome though
LesXia:	lol
LesXia:	i gtg
LesXia:	its my bedtime
LesXia:	bye
aznpryde94:	alright
aznpryde94:	bye byee
aznpryde94:	nightz

Hmm, I semi-remember that night, my second cousin/sort-of an aunt, wanted me to come over to Bronx Science on a Saturday so she could give me a tour of the school. She was going to Varsity Volleyball practice and also wanted me to meet her friends. I really wanted to go, so I could meet teachers and students from the school that I would get close too. I was really excited to get the oppurtunity to get a peak inside my future high school.
- But, no. I asked my mom, and she wouldn't let me. I remember sitting on the floor in her room while she sat across the room watching me cry. In between my glares and muffled sobs I tried explaining to her where several "bad influences" in my school were. The kids who went off to cut themselves and drink because they hated their lives. The kids who stayed out late and never went home because they just couldn't stand their parents. The kids who smoked and drank away thinking that's the only happiness they could get, the artificical high that they bought themselves.
I knew those kids, but I only hung out with a few of them. I threatened my mom that if she kept on telling me I couldn't do things, I'll finally act up one day and become like one of those kids. I remember her scoffing and shaking her head and telling me that I'm just overexaggerating. She didn't know the who all my friends were, she didn't know what sort of connections I would later get.
I remember, later on I hung out more with my friends, staying out later and trying to soak up as much of "senior year" as I could. I remember laying there in the park with the older kids, the high school juniors and seniors that hung out at Jewel. I remember us acting all tough and fighting for the park with the Jewish kids of the neighborhood. I remember promising our family will always stay together. I remember sitting there asking Mr. Cardinale where the time went, what's happening, how is this happening, where am I going, why can't I stay? I remember graduating and realizing, shit this is really happening and partying all night long. I remember getting into a fight with my closest friend and never speaking to her ever again. I remember rolling out of bed at 6 in the morning to catch the bus to go to BS' stupid summer program. I remember sneaking out over the summer at 2 in the morning to meet up with my buds on our escapades, making Fresh Meadows a living hell. I remember emailing Mr. Cardinale with even more questions. I remember Transformers. I remember growing farther away from Fresh Meadows and falling in love with the heart of Bronx Science. I remember letting my anger out with mma. I remember loving Lin and his epicness. I remember chilling with my brother and freaking out about his gang in Chinatown. I remember following Michelle Lin. I remember throwing parties, lots of them. I remember AcL t-shirts. I remember Florida.
I remember Hyuuga Neji. I remember Anime Festival. I remember WCD. I remember finding out my family started drinking, smoking and partying all the time. I remember wanting in. I remember Jesus' birthday cake. I remember downing screwdrivers, grinding and sobering up. I remember Acl Fridays. I remember laughing in the back room of Chinatown Arcade as we lit up on blacks. I remember movie hopping with Caroline. I remember walking in on Darren Tang in the back room with his pants unbuckled and his hands in his girlfriends pants. I remember Reina moving. I remember fooling around in Art and getting nothing done. I remember baking in an Internet cafe and asking myself, what the hell am I doing, where am I? I remember sleeping in almost every class. I remember loving the Met. I remember not being a Freshman. I remember IMPACT. I remember Jasmine Paragas. I remember Steiker. I remember giving away food and dancing for God. I remember paint and museums. I remember meeting new people. I reember Washington DC. I remember breaking my wrist. I remember falling asleep on the bus and waking up with no one on the bus, parked outside the bus drivers house. I remember protesting against the MTA. I remember LENT. I remember shopping with Mr. Qiu. I remember getting mad and breaking my door down. I remember prom with a city in Texas.
I remember the children at Kuei Luck. I remember meeting new people that I ended up loving. I remember going to school and being chill. I remember juggling in Central Park and being free with a random stranger. I remember going faster. I remember Dr. Mankiewicz. I remember crying about the death of my younger cousin<3. I remember all the Freshman. I remember the Cooper Union and all the hot people. I remember dying my hair. I remember AP Design Studio. I remember words. I remember Falafel. I remember shopping in my closet. I remember Game Day. I remember Grace Overflows. I remember everyone getting together. I remember Luyu and my birthday party. I remember loving Kaching Ho. I remember being indecisive. I remember. I remember. I remember. I remember I don't remember. I remember being happy. I remember I am happy. I remember I'm growing. I'm remember making good choices. I remember making bad choices.
I remember making my parents mad. I remember making my parents happy.
I remember we are growing up. I remember we are growing older, and... we're not getting any younger.

u'll hav alot of freedom.. soon~

Tell me about it.


New Years Resolution: Smile and spread the love.

Jackson Pollock is one of the most well known modern artists of this time, well... hence modern... artist... He's also one of my favorites, eg. that weird break dancing thing I did was inspired by him... yeah, random paint splatters! ANYWAY... There has been a new discovery in one of his old paintings. A painting called  Mural, from 1947 is one of his most distinctive. An artist was trying to recreate it and she realized she could make out the word SON in the top right corner of his painting and sooner or later she realized that in the painting itself was his name spelled out, Jackson Pollock.
I derno, I thought it was cool and it reminded me of that time that I did the "Earth Day" poster painting thing and I hid Javier's name in there. I was thinking "Woah, I did something similiar to that!" Hehe, great minds think alike...?  D:

Link to article & painting : http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Decoding-Jackson-Pollock.html


Oh and I found these kind of funny in one of those random online quizzes
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Which statement most closely resembles your philosophy on dating? Lol, HI. :D