ive been meaning to write this for a long time

but i find time hard to find when im playing so hard. instead of playing basketball, today i am at home, and now - i am watching crouching tiger hidden dragon. i bet you this movie has some deep confucius type stuff that i didn’t even begin to understand before, and will now hope to barely understand. 

all i remember about this movie is about swords.

which reminds me, i remember the first asian american spoken word poet i saw. she was older, but probably in her twenties. she wasn’t pretty. but when she spoke, man, she got so attractive i didn’t know what was happening. kind of like that one time this girl started singing and i was like wow you is so pretty. anyways, back to what i was supposed to write about.

i am a little boy with little boy problems with little boy solutions. i don’t know what to do. i am lost, because the people around me are struggling a lot. how to help.

i want to read one thing before i go back to school. one thing. what will it be? i do not know. 

tumblr is tiring. writing is tiring. id rather journal if it’s going to take all this brain power. or maybe because im watching half bald chinese men fighting with swords.

okay, good night.  

**this is an edit because of annie shin. the pretty girl i am talking about is not sharon kim. im thinking of summer magic (summer going into freshman year of high school). the girl was 2 years older than i was. she was singing wicked —> and i clearly remember her “loathing unadulterated loathing….” 

i still love annie shin, my congresswoman!