Writing something new

I finally figured out a moral, and life lessons I want to spread to the world and people like my little brother and people without chances. I've had the idea for a long time, in different ways but i found a way to fit them into one. Going to write a story about a boy who follows an idol who makes it seem his only second chance in his area is to join a gang (bcb), and find pleasure in a group that isn't about drugs and racism, but violently hurting people and running the streets against other groups under the same area, and grows to realize he can't turn back continually suffering the hardships of being a righteous person in the wrong crowd for the rest of his life, getting the wrong people involved.

Shattered, a past.

Today the number 7 made a big deal upon me...because it's my favorite number. 7 years ago when I was 14 I had began to follow Vincint (with the i, not an e) Windst, and for as long as I can remember, become twisted. After the end of everything I had with Vincent, I found out his name was really Chris, and Windst he had made up...just incase anyone wonder why I have that name, it's because of him, and how he changed my views on society at such a young age, right before I truly found confusion in right and wrong between the friendships of me, Vincent and Sara versus that of Phil and Joe. Talked to Joe as well today, whom I realized i've known just as long, and unlike Vincent was a lot creepier, with who knows what kind of past...but his intention all along I guess was to keep me from making the choices I have..and had I listened I think 2006 would of never happened, and maybe even have a stable family..but I would have never learned all these life experiences, suffered, or learn the truth about what a common person would not know. Lately I have by chance hear a song or for no reason at all take a moment with a random part of my past. Be it as a child with my twin, high school days of being King, the fullfilling moments of adrenaline I had for chain beating people, crushing peoples emotional levels, many times with my spectacular past romantic lives. All the best music is now hard to listen too, I can't even listen to Starsailor without being sad.

Christmas is coming up, a bad time, with my Birthday as followed by Megs, but also remember this girl named Kylie I think I knew when I was 16 who came all the way from who knows where to see me, and get nothing but rejection. I found out from Lawrence Anderson "The Destroyer" as they called him that she had committed suicide not too long after.

I've talked to Alissa agian, my long time friend, another of 7 years, but that hasn't really gone anywhere, though since that day she and I spoke I really wish we had our bond back...because I'm well aware she's the only person with the answers or the memories I needed at the time to remember I am Jon Cheung and not David Windst. I talked to her right after my last normal phone call with a girl I was dating for a while named Susie Lee who I had barely dated for two weeks. An amazing girl indeed who opened my eyes than any other girl, and not end on harsh terms with. I gained back Alissa with nothing but a dead bond, and lost a girl who maybe could of been something intense. But I am Jon Cheung, and that is not how I live. Or maybe because of Alissa David could exist..I can be David again? Ha, no of coarse not. I guess in the long right, I may have been right with morals logic reason and so forth, but the two girls and Alissa and Susie made me realize, that that doesn't matter when it comes to feelings. I've apologized to Susie, to what she deserves, but as for Alissa, I don't even know where to begin. I think it'll go back to how it begun years back, but nothing further once I repent.

Oh Holidays, did I mention i'm helping kids this X-Mas, homeless children in atlanta the eves before. I feel its to self relate kinda, maybe a repent. Honestly the sad part is, i dont know why i'm doing it. I think.

Remember when I had a room?

Ya? It's gone

Mehhhh

Least it's nice to know I was loony back in high school.




All in all, clearly I hate looking back on the past, because that's where I want to be.

So...

Like what the fuck. This is my ex Kimmie that most of my friends do not like for the corruption she causes for me.
We dated til I was almost 18. She

Kimmie sent you a message.

Subject: key and i broke up

"text me like ASAP. i need some1 to talk to and nobody knows more about what im going through then you do."

I was a badass, she was a slut. It appeared to the public as a punk/goth+preppy/wh0re scenario. I lost my virginity to the girl...and had crazy constant sex with her, because I was fucking pussy whipped. I turned down a lot of my friends if not all of them to be with her all the time, and then her parents made me wear abercrombie only. No, I do not hate Abercrombie, my favorite shirt before ripped apart was abercrombie. But, the pieces they picked, white shorts, flip flops, and a white button up prerolled shirty with thin blue red pink stripes. This is when my trenchcoat and long hair days first died.

People told me she cheated on me, I never believed it till she and Evan did it, then fought Key and Clayton when they did it and made ass's of themselves.

Key was by far very two faced, and loved her from day one, when I thought he was a good friend.

and a confession of at least 20 guys from camp, horses, cruises, vacations neighbors, classmates, friends, peers, strangers, beach, so forth. Courtesy of Vincent almost killing me to make her confess.

Well when I broke up with her, with barely my hair grown back, old clothe slung back on and getting high immediatly become a stoner, blah happened.

With not enough being said because its a pointless dumb past, she fucked my world up bad. Like said more to it than I can type, dear god.

Years later when she was allowed back in walton and nicole and i had broke up from too much lsd on my bday i walked home in the rain and saw christian ect ect, and she called to say happy birthday, and that she was dating key, another year later she says they are about to break up, and she wants me back if she ever has the chance, because weve both changed
shes dating fucking key...who everyone including me him and her know I am better, mentally physically everythingly. sucks for them
then months later they break up and she talks to me, adds me as a friend, but i make it clear no is no, and when i convince her she can get back with him, she says well still be friends on facebook....immediatly unadded. I threw a party with ryan not too long ago. she and key saw me and left.


wth, i dont get it. key says hey wwhen i see him at his work, she sec..

then i got this message.

its funny

but also annoying as fuck

i enjoy having hot girls around me when she sees me. probably makes her feel miserable that im awesome.

In the empty world of hate

I sit here at work, thinking about how grateful and ungrateful I am. Over the years I have gone from pure goodness to a mess, into an insane threat, a piece of shit and now most has shattered. Mostly my bond with Alissa as a sister dying meant losing any family I had at all. I don't know what real friends are without Alissa, no one is ever really there, but like I was told growing up. What are friends for? To use. It sucks. I mean no offense to you guys, i'm the same way to you as you are to me...we only talk when we need something. It sucks a bunch.

Technically I have been homeless for half a week, not a long time, but this isn't the first time. But this time it harmed my pets, and I couldn't risk doing damage to my moms half of the divorce. I'm not a squatter this time. Bleh. I have a few shirts socks pants and all, enough money to not be a bum, i can afford the bus, food, have a job, but my god do I want my electricity and warmth.

but thats not a problem at all. itll be fine, it is fine.

the problem are those double crossers talking behind my back, yeah I know. I was there, and dipped. People I personally have forgiven for screwing me over. I bought them food and gas for the past 3 weeks, and get them out of a lot of shit.

So this is me peeing out the malice that built up today inside. I trusted someone

Cool, a new gadget

Windows 7 Bonus, on screen blogger widget, win

aliens

There was totally aliens on the
news today. Captain Falcon hasn't been found but idid manage to find his rap video and wife swap
Info before the media and anon did. This was my afternoon excitement. What a month of badassery inthe news. Go captain!

Mobile Blogging from here.

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Tonights meal.

@Erica Frady's request, I will share vast random things here, mostly because if the complaints I received on facebook for mass networking.

1. The English-to-12-Year-Old-AOLer Translator - http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html (nothing but a

2. Top 8 Terrifying Child Safety Illustrations From The 70s

   Tuesday July 7, 2009 12:00 PM

   
   You know us. We love old-fashioned things that make us smile. But we also love old-fashioned things that make us cringe!

   So, we were going through a bunch of our old books, and we came across a 1970s masterpiece called A Sigh Of Relief: The First-Aid Handbook For Childhood Emergencies by Martin I. Green. Our lives have never been the same. Sure this book could be helpful if we were babysitting, but really what A Sigh of Relief has done for us, is haunt our dreams and give us night terrors for the rest of our time on earth.

   Here are our favorite illustrations from A Sigh Of Relief (most ironic title for a book ever) along with the nightmares they have induced.
   

   8. Eyes
   Kids love to Play Clockwork Orange!

   

   7. Butt
   Do not let your kid sit bare-assed on a communicability sign. That’s just gross.
   

   

   6. Vampire Bites
   If your child has been bitten by the undead
   1) Check to see if he is also undead.
   2) Get drunk by the fire and threaten him with a small knife.
   3) Get him addicted to heroin.
   4) Wash way the evidence.

   

   5. Immunization Schedule
   What are those kids doing? What kind of position is that to be sitting in? There is no way that that is comfortable.

   

   4.Campfire
   It’s OK to be a third wheel. Just let Daddy and Mommy stare sexily at each other and ignore you.
   

   

   3. Kiss
   If a ghost is trying to make out with your child, touch his soul with two fingers and hope for the best.

   

   2. Date Rape
   Make sure your date is completely passed out before removing their clothing.

   

   1. Pinata
   1) Collect fuse buttons.
   1A) Stuff buttons into a child using a stick, and tie the child up with a rope.
   1C) Use child as a Pinata.

   

3. The Marshmallow Test: Psychological Experiments in Self-Control

http://www.eatmedaily.com/2009/09/psychological-experiments-in-self-control-the-marshmallow-test/

In this reprise of a now-classic Stanford psychological experiment from the 1960s, kids are put in a room with a marshmallow and told they can either eat it immediately or wait until the researcher gets back, and they'll be given a second marshmallow. Hilarity ensues as the kids suffer marshmallow temptation!

But the consequences go deeper: In the New Yorker article "Don’t!" from May that detailed the very same experiment, it turned out that the ones who passed the marshmallow test enjoyed greater success as adults. Said Walter Mischel, the Stanford professor of psychology in charge of the experiment, "What we’re really measuring with the marshmallows isn’t will power or self-control... It’s much more important than that. This task forces kids to find a way to make the situation work for them. They want the second marshmallow, but how can they get it? We can’t control the world, but we can control how we think about it.”

WTF

Like 'WTF'. I get some ridiculous things at work, like no sauce, or no cheese, or extra extra extra extra sauce, to where it becomes soup, but tonight I got a Pepperoni Lover with no Pepperoni, a No Cheese pizza with extra cheese, a Veggie lovers with no tomatos black olives with Ham and Beef, and this bullshit. I was like...AWESOME, but, what? This is bullshit. Do people not know how to order pizzas. Infact, allow me to critisize the stereotypes.

Asian people (unlike me) cannot pronounce Pizza. ˈpiːtsə is the correct pronounciation, but they literally call it pizza (peezah). "Hello, I would like to order uh...two medium peppahrowni pizzas plz", I want to correct them each time. They call all the time, says our caller ID and Customer history. Do they no learn in our country, much less our county. From person to person, commercial and advertisement all over the world, I even say it to them "Thank you for choosing Johnsons Ferry Pizza Hut", "You can get one medium pizza for-[so and so]" I say it enough for them to learn, and here I am, Asianese also. There are at least 5 asian families I get calls from with this disability.

Next is the next harsh attack on racism. Indian decent. Its not too bad...except they just love to use these imaginary coupons for there late night(every night) coupons, that...work, but they never bring to the store or give to the driver. Not too long ago I saw a million Indian Decent people leave a movie theater after midnight. I was like, whoa. Well we have a dozen who order from us EVERY day or other day, but they alternate. We get these customers after 9 all the time, is this part of there religion that they have to eat after 9 or 10 pm. They love getting Veggie Lovers, with Jaleponos....and they always have that coooopon for...a free pizza! or some deal, and they always try to use two.

Please, when you order pizzas know how to order a pizza.
Q&A
"Aren't we in your system?"
No, it works like this. You give us a phone number, preferably the number you use the most, or that your family uses the most, if it's not your home, preferably the residents number. Heres why.
The phone number you give us is what we type in after we confirm if it's a delivery or carryout. Sometimes people are so use to ordering, they block out "is this for deliver or carryout" and begin telling me what they want. Um sir...mam...first of all I dont know if you want this delivered, and two...I don't know who you are, and who this is for...so...suck my dick! Okay, no.
Carryout, or Delivery, then we need your number, after that we put in a name or option of names for that number. 404-790-7315, Jon Cheung, Cheung, Jon, Pizza Roll King, okay, delivery? Now can I have your address. We put addresses in from there, and they are saved to that name under that number for 30 days of the last placed order.

Now, for those out of area people. When we say we don't deliver to you..we don't. We have drivers who've been here for years, and they know this area, managers from other pizza huts, and transferees, and me, I know the area. In fact our computer says NO to addresses not in our zone. We have a fucking map that shows us where we go and what store goes where. We work everyday. I don't care if your live off this road, don't tell me how to get there, im not driving. Don't tell me its right off from here, and connected to there. WE DON'T DELIVER to you. Just work with us, tell us your zip code and major intersection. No one ever prooves us wrong.

No acceptions.

People need to learn to order pizzas right.

Like my agm says. if your not 10% smarter than what your dealing with, don't deal with it. hang up the phone and study what your about to do.