Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Slice? Or low-cut?

Hey look another post title that's a question.

Yesterday was senior service day and I had to help some kids at Gonsalves with some tests. Twas an alright experience. Not as cool as a FOOD TRUCK, but some kids were pretty chubby, so it was sorta like helping some food trucks. HAHA just kidding there weren't any chubby kids. Just a few Whites, Hispanics, and a bunch of Asians. Skinny Asians.

Speaking of which, I saw crazy Charlie from Quest there. Surprisingly not as crazy as Quest Charlie, he's more regular Charlie (although he had to stay in for recess because he was in trouble). No, I'm not talking about a unicorn or a baby.

Speaking of speaking of which, during recess I REALLY wanted to play handball. I haven't played that since... well last year actually, but I would've TOTALLY rocked on that court. Honestly, if handball were a real sport I would go pro.

OH WHAT IS THIS?! <--...click

Alright well professional handball just isn't the same.

Oh yeah, but I didn't get to play handball because I was stuck in the classroom having a conversation with the teacher...

Sure, the talk was pleasant. But was it as pleasant as wacking a nice red ball against a hard brick wall? I don't think so.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Is sleepover one word?

Yesterday (morning) was senior sleep over! To be continued...

Spring break ended a week ago. You think I care? DO YOU THINK I CARE THAT A SPRING BREAK POST WOULD BE RIDICULOUSLY LATE?! WELL... Eh I dunno where I was going with this.

Beach w/ Track

HARDCORE WORKOUT! As in we work out and get hard cores. Haha. Write that one down.

-Commentate a good caption for this please!-

Volleyball! Chips with dip! Fish sandwich! Lifeguard tower w/ Cinday! Sexy waves! Boogie boardin'! I'm a badass driver! Just a typical day of fun at the beach. WITH TRACK TEAM!

Bowling w/ Friends

Played with CraigPaulDarrenTaylor! My fore arm got so sore. Luckily my three arm was still aite. Ey no...

I dunno. 116 + 100 = good games??

Breakfast w/ PTA

Free breakfast is always good breakfast (unless it's gross food). Twas weird, I had to say the pledge of allegiance with everyone in the room, and 75% of them were adults. It's really weird! Really! Have YOU ever said the pledge of allegiance with more than two adults at a time? Didn't think so! They sounded like an army of zombies, I should've recorded it.

After getting my award and plaque (!!!), we just totally boned out.

Friday Saturday and Sunday spring break I don't remember what I did. YAY FORGETFORIES.

Rewind to last year...

On another note, here's the video (in two parts) of last year's Comic-Con fun.

San Diego Comic-Con Adventures! With Jan and me.

If you're interested in going this year, tell me or Jan or Cindy or Amanda or Samee or Connie, CUZ WE'RE TOTALLY GOING THIS YEAR! I'm the "so" kind of excited.

Fast forward to this week...

Track Meet!
League 3 Oxford

4x1 - I ran well! I think I got a good start, hand off was spot on. Good chap.
400m - WHOA haven't run this since last year. I though it felt pretty good, but I got a 57.12. HAHA (Translation: It felt okay, but I ran slow. Aw man.)
4x4 - 3rd leg this time! I wasn't SUPPOSED to run. But due to technical difficulties (but not really technical), I had to run it. I did quite swimmingly though! Totally got increased our Alvin lead.

This past meet I realized how amazing the 4x4 relay is. The anticipation builds up not only throughout the whole meet, but also during the actual. I run 2nd or 3rd leg on my team. As soon as my teammate before me is running his lap, I have to step onto the track. I fidget around with excitement, anxiety, and fear as he turns the corner. I see the Whitney jersey come first on the straight away followed closely by the other schools. He's closing in and looking as exhausted as I will be in one minutes time. He comes within a few steps and I start to lead off. His arm reaches out to pass the baton; Connect, grab, and run.

I burst out of the turn hoping that whoever is close behind isn't too close behind. I pump my arms and lift my knees to break out of that start. Before I know it, I'm striding on the back stretch of the track. I constantly monitor my speed. I have to resist from exploding forward so I don't run out of energy, but at the same time I pick myself up to keep my pace just slightly faster than the guy behind me. It's a mind game of not too fast, not too slow, and before I know it I'm already and finally at the 200 meter mark. Half way done.

The second turn I try to stay consistent, leaning in slightly to get an edge. It's now that I want to throw in the towel and turn down the intensity to a simmer, but I can't. I'm almost there. Will I make it? Do I have enough energy to sustain this lead and bring it in all the way? My body says no but my mind contradicts. Teammates are there to cheer me on, screaming their heads off to keep on going. It's just what I need. They give me enough fuel to bring into the home stretch.

I flip the cradled baton out for an easy pass. 100 meters left. Suddenly there is no need for a lean and all that's left is a straight line. I give it my all. I turn my whole body up a notch, giving every last bit of strength I have into the parts of my body that can keep me running. I close my eyes, it's hard to see. My form is sloppy, it's hard to stay conscious. My body begins to break down - it isn't meant to push this hard, last this long, run this fast. But it does. It's been chipping away and I'm ready to crumble, but somehow, it does. I run on empty but sprint like I'm filled to the brim.

20 meters to 10, I pass the line but it's not over. My arm extends as I enter the passing zone. I reach out and my teammate grabs the baton from my hand. Connect, release, and stop. I run off the track into the crowd where my legs know no strength and my heart knows no pause. He's running his lap with the baton cradled just like mine. I know my teammate is going through the same power and atrophy as I did, so I cheer for him with what breath I have left. It's the idea of competition and speed that compels us, but the feeling of passion and unity that drives.

In the end, I love track.


Senior Sleep over!

FINALLY. I GET TO WRITE ABOUT THIS. Yknow half of this post got deleted so I had to rewrite that whole track part. I think it was about a paragraph longer the first time. Good thing or bad thing? I dunno, but SUCKS FOR ME. Anyway.

Senior Sleepover!
Lotsa fun!

Since it's super late, I'll just summarize it, Veronica-style.
  • SNACKS! Shouldn't have bought dinner...
  • Pictionary (I used my abilities to draw a standing stick figure)
  • Where the wind blows -> Do you love your neighbor? = Fun until someone gets hurt.
  • I lost my socks, but I don't care they're old
  • What the heck dance?
  • What the heck LAN?
  • Egyptian war = scary Tim
  • Sleep and wake up.
  • Body tangles
  • Crotch in face
  • Fart trails
  • Farting in faces (sorry Darren, but I don't think you noticed?)
  • Rearrangement and pillow sharing
  • Sleep and wakeup.
  • Morning! Yummy croissants.
  • We're all zombies... go home.





Sunday, April 19, 2009

Today was so hot.

I got so sticky. I could've just thrown myself against a wall and I would've stayed there. But then I was also sweaty, so I would've slowly slid down the wall. Wait, how can I be sweaty and sticky at the same time? Is it like sticky water? Eh, one of life's mysteries.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Lazy Butt

The idea of a lazy butt. Does anyone else find that comical? With its unsupported sits and nonchalant farts? Well I find it funny.


Who doesn't love a nice week of not-school? We finally get all the free time in the world TO... uh... well that's the thing, lotsa people I think want all this free time in spring summer and winter, but so many people complain about being bored! I'm not saying I'm never bored (I often am [I spent a good hour on Youtube watching stuff from FailBlog]), but I think that's really horrible. Boredom. That's such a terrible state to be in! Not having anything to do? That's ridiculous. Look around you, I bet you see at least a dozen books on a shelf, pencils and papers everywhere, AND, the infinitely expanding internet right at the tip of your fingers! Bored people are just lazy people. Honestly. People who don't have the will to make use of their free time because it requires "energy".

WHOA sorry that rant was unexpected. Well since I'm here, might's well rant some more.

Yknow that Pixar movie Cars? Well I was watching it the other day because they've been playing it on every existing station ever, and I've come to the conclusion... that it is both the best and worst movie ever.

It's awesome because, well it's based around a world of cars. That's pretty hardcore fantasy. And yet... it all seems believable! Sure, there are some loop holes (why the heck are there sidewalks), but they make this world come to life to such perfection that we believe it could actually happen. We believe that that is exactly how cars would move if they were actually living beings. The moral isn't too unique, but that just makes the movie even more classic. It holds a universal theme that can be understood no matter the place or time period.

However, it's a world of cars. What da eff. Not only does the audience have difficulty relating to something with almost no human attributes (just the face?), the characters are horrible stereotypes of every race in the world. (Or maybe we just fill in the stereotypes? I bet if Mater were human, he'd be an upperclass skinny guy... from Russia.) The whole movie is a giant cliche that is only unique because it uses "cars", but even that gimmick isn't effective.


I'm done talking about cars.

As I was saying, Spring Break gives me so much time. I have a few duties to take care of, but I'm given like 216 hours to complete em! That incredible amount of dead time just makes me even lazier, so I haveta make a huge effort just to do one little thing. But when it comes down to it (I dunno what "it" is), the only thing stopping me from getting something done is... myself. DUH DUH DUH!

So that's something that also sounds stupid. The inability to do something because you can't make yourself do it. Wait a minute... THAT'S ALSO LAZINESS! Word of the day, guys. Laziness. Message of the day, laziness sucks. I think laziness is just the result of our desire to please ourselves. But I guess that's human nature? To make yourself happy? But being lazy makes you happy in the short run, not the long run. Snap, convert that into intelligent-sounding language and you got a moral of the day! TAKE NOTES!

But I digress. (OR DO I?!)

Take for example, last Thursday. Track meet.

League 2 - Oxford
Do dirt tracks really slow you down that much? I guesso. I like making them lil holes on the track though.

4x1 relay - First short relay with two Whitney teams! I had to run lead leg against Thomas, he's fast. EVERYONE'S SO FAST! Personal concern part of the entry: am I really fast enough to be on the 4x1 team? I haven't really been showing it at practice, so how do I know that I'm pretty much one of the top four 100m runners? I DON'T KNOW! Maybe if I don't say anything they'll just keep me there. Yeah...

100m - Haha my start was pretty awful. I caught the guys next to me though... and also got second place to Alvin! ALVIN!!!

THAS ME! Forreals this time.

4x4 relay - I wasn't gonna run this. I wasn't supposed to. But Thomas was injured and Jan already had 4 events. I found out I was on the relay team half way through the meet and got all "AAAHHHH SNAP!". But I ran it. And it was incredibly fun. I didn't burn out, I was so happy...

First ever Field 4x1 Relay? Neat stuff!

Oh gorsh I was just thinking, I need a bigger vocabulary of positive adjectives. So far I've gots my "cool"s and "awesome"s ready for whippin out, but nothing else. The variety comes when I add a "so" before those words. I think that was the first I've ever said "neat" in my life. Honest.

Thursday track.

Friday good.


Twas quite fun! If you're not from Whitney or got amnesia and can't remember the past couple months, this year's prom was held at the Grove in Anaheim. Speaking of which, the "Grove" was NOT, in any way, a small group of trees used as a place of pagan worship. So either they named it wrong, or Wikipedia is wrong. And I doubt it's the latter...

I went with Milly Shah! YAY FUN! There is no Jennifer, cmon guys.

Again addressing the amnesiacs, we got a pasta dinner which was DELICIOUS! I don't care what you think, pasta is awesome no matter what form. Even Hutch pasta I can eat, even though it tastes like mashed rice in the form of expired cardboard tubes. I still eat it...

Hey I ended both paragraphs with italics...

Dalley dalley bo balley (and friend)

So you forgetful people, how much do you think prom was? If you thought $100, THEN HOT DOG YOU'D BE RIGHT! But the question is... was it worth it? Let's run down what I got and the price of each item.

Nice place/atmosphere - $25
Big screen TV - $10
Candy bar - $3
DRINK BAR WITH SODAS - $1 (I didn't drink soda. I got water, sucka, $1 is for shooting my drink from a beer hose.)
Random smoke in the air - $2
Random lights in my face - minus $2
The lights look cool with the smoke - $2
Red carpet..? - $1
Fireworks false alarm - $0
Dance floor + Music - $20

WAIT... now that I think about it... a lot of this stuff you can't put a price tag on... awww more morals! Like I was gonna put "hanging out with friends", or "having an awesome date", or "watching Frankie dance" (HAHA I'M JUST KIDDING FRANKIE I actually didn't see you dance. But I've heard stories. HAHA just kidding. Okay no one tell Frankie I wrote this. Shhh...), but I couldn't think of a price for them. It's sort of... well in the words of Mr. Card: priceless.

But for everything else, prom owes me $23.

Oh yeah, and yay for the actual asking!

"What does a cheerleader use on Saturday?"

"Prom prom?"

I know you wanna high five me and Paul. Admit it. Adm It.

Hold up now! This has nothing to do with what I was talking about earlier! I thought it did, but it didn't. Okay well yeah, all you guys need is will power and you'll be good to go in life. It's so easy to not do something. It's never easy to do something you don't want to do.


What am I talking about now?! Whatever, here's what I want you to get from this post:

-Don't be lazy.
-Track is fun.
-Prom was fun.
-Kevin is cool.

The End.

...next time on Kanga...


Sunday, April 5, 2009

Will you go to poem with me?


There's still a bunch of stuff on my mind though.

I started making this list... and then BAM it turned into a poem. Yes I'm that awesome.

But memories are priceless.
I don’t want to go.
But I sort of do.
I’m not into dances.
But it’s your one and only senior year prom.
It takes planning that I don’t enjoy (including asking).
But not a terrible amount, I’ve done it before.
I already went to formal.
But this isn’t the same.
It’s too last minute.
But it’s do-able.
Not a lot of other people are going.
Shut up.
I can spend my time and money doing other fun stuff.
But there’s no substitute for this.
But there is.
Nuh uh.
Uh huh.
Ten years down the line, I won’t care.
Ten years down the line, I might care.
It’s not worth it.
But I’m not sure.

-kevin lam

Wait, Kevin Lam? More like KEDGARVIN LAMLLEN... POE!


What else was this weekend about?

I tried buying Atonement today. I couldn't find it. (stupid borders, IT IS SO NOT LIKELY IN STORE.) Instead, I bought The Road.

I'm eating more to get fatty.

I now wear a t-shirt to sleep as opposed to long sleeve. Hello warmer weather.

I'm almost done with the track shirt.


BTW that last post was an... APRIL FOOL! (April joke..?)

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Uh oh.



I accidentally asked someone to prom.


I was hanging out at town center today with my friend from Cerritos. (It was Kevin N, btw.) We were talking blah blah and I was all "man, I dunno who I'm gonna ask to my prom! and it's like in a week!". So I got a little panicky and hesitant on whether or not I should go.

Kevin (not me, mind you) was all "oh man Kevin you HAVETA go! It's your senior prom! Want me to set you up with someone from Cerritos??". I looked at him with that "uuhhhhh... not really..." look. But then he kept going. "HEY!" as if he just remembered, "Don't you know Jennifer from my school? She said she wanted to go to a Whitney prom or formal but doesn't really know anyone there!" I actually did know her. I met her like a year ago when I went to this one party thing with a couple of Cerritos people there. I remembered her face... so that's a good sign..!

"Uhhhhhh wouldn't that be kinda weird? I don't really know her." But Kevin just kept on saying "Oh my god you should so ask her! She's nice! Cmoooon!" I didn't really budge. Suddenly, "OH MY GOD" he says, "YOU CAN ASK HER NOW!"

"...what do you mean ask her now?"



"She's in Tapioca Express RIGHT NOW!"


"Oh my god it's perfect."

"What the heck, I'm not gonna ask now..."

...and then Kevin went into this long persuasive essay of why I should ask her. How she's a senior too so it's her last chance. How she's really nice and funny. How she isn't a hussie and freaks or anything of the sort. How I still haven't come to a conclusion and I need to decide NOW! I swear, we debated for like 20 minutes.

And then.

I think.

He convinced me just a little.

And ran with it.

"WHAT AM I DOING?!" was all I thought. He took me outside to this random place to pick these big flowers from a bush. He said his friend got his flowers from there once. "I... CAN'T..." I just kept repeating to him, but my legs seemed to follow his every step. It was stupid, I know. But yknow that side of me who loves adventure? The side that's like "Hey Kevio. Go try something new. Who KNOWS how awesome it could be?"? Well that side was winning. Little by little. (Probably cuz Kevin was there.)

We walked to that back place near Imagix and she was sitting near Golden Spoon now (he said). My "I CAN'T"s turned into "HOW DO I DO THIS?!"s. Kevin said she doesn't like big elaborate askings, so it was perfect. He then told me that he was SUPPOSED to set her up with someone from Whitney, so I was like the perfect opportunity. Haha? Lovely.

He called her up on his phone and tried to do a lame casual talk like "hey remember Kevin Lam from Whitney?.. yeah, good guy... anyway... oh where are you right now?.. TC?.. oh that's cool..." all the while trying to hold in his laughter. "hey, um... whoa! I'm at the town center too! I've got a little surprise for you..." all the while I was giving him that "WHAT THE HECK'S HAPPENING" face. He says to her "come around the corner of Imagix, in that back parking area", which I now realize sounds really creepy.

So she came.

I said "hi..."

Kevin says to her "well yknow how you've been wanting to go to the Whitney prom..."

And then I asked.

She was a little shocked, a little flattered, and a little shy. And she said yes.

Soooo... what just happened? I was overcome with a feeling of accomplishment, yet still troubled. I JUST ASKED A RANDOM GIRL TO PROM! Could you imagine how awkward that scene was? Well it was quite awkward. QUITE THE AWKWARDS. Especially afterward, but I think that's always how it is? You ask, you hug, you stand there and look around.

But yeah. Recap? Me. Rando girl. Prom. What?

70% of me regrets this. But see, 30% of me doesn't! That's a good thing, right? This is just an anomaly, a stray from my mundane life of awesomeness. Change is good, right? I gotta explore! Have a little fun!

...it's too late to back out, huh.