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im having problemz at this very moment. i hope thingz go back to the way they were... i pray for help, if help will help us. im not sure how to go about this but please... if somethin is out there answer my plea.

i may or may not edit this later.

-FRaNKiE

"Today Sucked" 

so where do i begin... woke up, took a shower, went to urban. rocked a bit wit my headz. didn't feel like that great of a session cuz i wasn't hittin my movez correctly. brought adam home, got home, and then helped my dad wit the pool. took grace and jeff to EB mall for prom needz so jeff can pick up his stupid tuxedo and grace could schedule an appointment for her hair. drivin, screamin stupid shit the whole way, dealin wit idiot driverz, and next thing i kno gwen stefani'z "the sweet escape" playz and all of us start bein retarded. keep tellin em how this day is gonna be perfect and everythin is alrite cuz of this song and everythin is just gonna go my way... waaay wrong... i just jynxed myself. went to like 50 bajillion floristz and none of them had corsagez or boutonnierez so we went back home. cracked my cell phone in half near blockbuster so i have no phone anymore (gonna need everyone'z number again in the future). the goonz find a place that'z closin in like 10 minutez so they tell me to get dressed quickly and we try to gun over there. we went a bit too far so i thought i could take a u-turn in this development. i go in findin out that the damn entrance is one way, to my left is a sign sayin we can't enter, and the front is just one long ass road leadin to nowhere. hmmm... hmmm... ok fuck that so i just exited the one-way entrance and made my own drivin rulez. we get to the flower store when they were just closin and we finally get that stupid shit; the only color they had was white so we just took it. dropped off jeff, went back home to help my dad again. tired of bein taxi driver for today. whole time back i was cursin like a madman and now i have a sore throat. some bug bit the side of my leg and now i have aidz. i have these killer allergiez. i haven't gotten to paint my room yet after i renovated it and i still have to go look for a job... just... awesome...

-FRaNKiE

"Here Goes Nothin" 

i wasn't goin to write until my parentz brought up a certain topic so yea... tomorrow'z sicmotionz 2. really really really excited cuz im competing wit my friend in the 2 on 2z, however, im severely disappointed they replaced dyzee wit renegade from rsc for the judgez. oh well, guess we can't win em all... really wanted to see dyzee too since this is prolly the only time id get a chance; definitely one of my favorite bboyz out there. my friend asked me randomly to compete wit him after the nyu jam since he'z never battled before and i said "uhhh are you sure? ok fine whatever, might as well do it for the experience/exposure." today i just watched a lot of bboyin and practiced for tomorrow. moreover, my parentz are wonderin what i want to do since im still an undecided major. my dad told me to become an architect but there is no way in hell i want to do geometry and all that cuz i struggled wit that in high school. they also said where am i goin to get a job wit this, my dad said there are no job'z for painting. i told them im not goin into the painting aspect but i wanna do somethin that pertainz to art which also leadz me to the question, aren't parentz supposed to be supportful in what you do? jeez, there goes my dreamz and ambitionz. of course they're your typical azian parentz that want me to become a doctor, engineer, scientist, architect, nasa astronaut but honestly... cmon... feelz like they don't have support for me or believe in my passionz just cuz im not a nurse or whatever. i really need some direction or just somethin...

peaz and god bless... oh, ill edit this after the jam... maybe... ionno lol we'll see.

-FRaNKiE

"Long Time No See" 

im gonna keep this quick since i never write a lot anymore and headz don't give a fuck anyway. im too lazee to make a custom picture so i just grabbed shit off the advertisement. rite now im gonna say it was dope seein my dance troupe but MOST IMPORTANTLY all my bboy headz... they make me feel good wit all their support. hell i don't even kno if my dance troupe givez a half ass bout me but by the end of the night i sorta kinda wished i could just session wit my bboyz all the time cuz it motivatez me to yanno actually develop some creative shit. when im all alone shit suckz; only advantage or benefit is that nobody getz to see what your developin in the lab buuuuut anyway rite now im fuckin bored and i gotta start becomin better at what i do... aite peaz yall...

-FRaNKiE

"Ready For A Novel?" 

writin... writin... ok for some odd reason i feel the desire to write. so many past memoriez and experiencez that i never wrote bout that maybe i should've just to reminisce the momentz. oh well, just been goin through myspace and xanga and just plain out thinkin a lot cuz that'z all i can do at the moment. xanga just ain't the same anymore yanno? myspace killed the scene and so did facebook but ionno, i guess ill spare a moment to say couple wordz comin from my own fuckin complicated mind. regardless, if nobody readz this or disagreez/agreez on what i say, at least you kno where im comin from. ok so as you can see, i got no picz (xanga or webshotz), no updated layoutz, nothin. greeeaaat... alrite alrite back to where i left off. high school has already faded away for me. im slowly forgettin everythin that happened durin those dayz and like they say, a new chapter in life has already started for me. of course kean isn't the best of schoolz and i often hate it when otherz compare me to what they can do; fuckin showoffz... but that ain't just me, im just frankie lol. so yea, the college life huh? everyone in the world tendz to hype shit bout college or their own self, fuck i do it myself. there'z that sayin "be yourself" and obviously, a lotta headz are doin the exact opposite of that or are followin what they've been fed through their own damn headz through what they've seen or experienced. you can say im a bboy, a writer, an absolute poser, or that im contradictin my opinionz but everythin that ive done or have participated in is due to what otherz have done before me. in a way you can call everyone a biter cuz we wouldn't be the person who we are today if we hadn't learned bout it in the first place. nobody, and i mean nobody, can truly grasp the concept of originality. it'z somethin that otherz and i have attempted many timez but have failed. even then if it is indeed original through our community, chancez are, it'z already been done in the past and we haven't witnessed it. nobody can create somethin outta thin air unless they are gifted beyond doubt. moreover, college i can say is quite repetitive like any other thing we do. we have that general concept of thinkin "will this shit actually help me? when the fuck am i goin to use this in life" and honestly, i really don't kno the answer to this. it'z just the way how the world workz cuz these are the rulez that have been established. the only advice i can say that my admin said was "suck it up and just do it." as a result, college for me consistz of procrastination, endless paperz, assignmentz, and basically the whole nine yardz of shit you DON'T wanna do. my bro sharez similar conceptz on college and my dad told me it'z just bout the money; sayin they should just get you to work on what you're goin to do for the rest of your life. yanno quit the bullshit, get to the point already cuz my bro was taught his life'z job when he first started like everyone else. my dad agreez the only way you can understand your job is to practice practice practice and experience so why do i have to put up wit all this college curriculum garbage when we're all gonna just relook it up if it occurz. if in anythin, hell it might just be a waste of time of reachin our true potential. with that said, my first semester was good but i still might consider transferin after 2 yearz here. there'z not much i can say bout college except that it'z supposed to form your identity. there'z a lotta thingz i wonder bout... at timez, i question my motivez or life in general. someone reminded me that we have to figure out our identity and "name" cuz it is very significant. "to be forgotten is worse than death" so we gotta let headz kno that even if you think it'z a waste of your time, you're out there... 1 minute or 1 hour you're expressin yourself in what you do. i gotta admit... the only thingz keepin me sane is art, bboyin, music, real friendz, and my urban headz. i also became aware that every graff writer or artist is conflicted wit some sort of internal, usually depressive or manic, problem. ive seen a couple of talented artistz back in high school and they encompass the same characteristicz as i do. we're all just a buncha artsy fuckz who may never be recognized cuz we're not one of those popularity whorez. there are timez when bboyin and my artwork stress the hell outta me but that doesn't mean im goin to quit anytime soon cuz that would be like spittin in god'z face not to take advantage of such talentz. i appreciate everythin to the slightest extent even if i dislike it cuz i kno that it takez SOME talent and soul to execute art, dance, etc. i also wonder the difference between someone who'z abstract compared to an expert. even beginnerz have a style that we see suckz but who are to say that this isn't an accepted style? like i said lol, this is how our society workz and we gotta live up to such standardz like some american idol or hollywood status. everyone reachez self-gratification by meanz of acknowledgement so anyone that has interacted wit me or have appreciated my abilitiez well... that meanz everythin in the world to me; makez me fuckin feel good. im glad that im one person that has inspired you to some degree and it'z amazin that everyone has some sort of unique individuality that we can cooperate with. hey if im not livin up to your typical lifestyle then whatever, i never downplay anyone. lot of headz criticize or say a buncha shit that just pissez me off. maybe they're rite maybe im wrong ionno but what i do kno is that when somebody keepz sayin the same thing bout you over and over you learn to accept it... you transform into it... it becomez you... and that'z what i really hate. headz need to learn respect and develop some maturity. id like to transition onto this sentence but i think ive nailed bout everythin i needed to say at this life'z moment (if i missed somethin ill mention it in the next entry). oh and thankz to those who actually took the time to read this as opposed of lookin at the last two or three sentencez haha. to the rest, sorry if i wasted your time. MERRY XMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEARZ! word. aite peaz...

-FRaNKiE