Phil Pressey of the Mizzou Tigers. :)
February 18th, 2012
February 17th, 2012
Austin Rivers and Seth Curry of Duke Blue Devils
February 10th, 2012
January 12th, 2012
Stephen Curry needs a break- Yahoo Sports
September 28th, 2011
Your AL Wild Card winners, The Tampa Bay Rays! Amazing comeback!
The Tampa Bay Rays turning a triple play tonight against the Yankees.
(via fuckyeahrays)
September 12th, 2011
Djokovic wins US Open 2011
September 11th, 2011
August 19th, 2011
Matt Kemp throws the ball to home plate tonight against the Rockies.
(via fuckyeahmattkemp)
August 10th, 2011
July 15th, 2011
Summer Thoughts…
I haven’t wrote to you guys personally as a text in a long time, mostly my feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and emotions are expressed through my various reblogs and posts about random shit, photos, funny ass GIFs, and hot basketball players. (Looking @ YOU Stephen Curry and Derek Rose! :))
Well anyway, I finally have time to write something short. This is due to the fact that I am messed up with tennis practice and summer school. Now you think, and I thought so previously, that summer school is a breeze. A no-brainer. But listen children, it is not. Last year I lucked out, this year, not so much. I have Mr. Yee, who is the APUSH teacher @ Alhambra. So it was torture. Gov and econ was like 7 APs in 6 weeks. Two to three projects a semester, which was squeezed in 3 weeks. Notes are a killer, and tests make your hands will like sponge. No kidding. Luckily I made many new friends( well, more like a few, Michelle mostly, and my team of four, Elaine and Edward, and Stanley, who is not in my team but nearby who calls me Chantal on the account that I was Chantal Powell-Tran, half black half viet running for congresswoman for our little mock campaign. Don’t ask. It’s weird how I respond to him automatically as if Chantal was my real name. Huh. So oh yeah, I renewed my friendship with Chau and Yihan and bonded more with my homie Julie.)
Where am I? Oh yeah, talking about summer torture. But it’s alright, because I always have tennis camp. The pressure to be top doubles for varsity is haunting me, and the thing is tennis camp takes up a lot of time, even though it is 1hr 30 min it feels like I’m spending 3 hours playing tennis everyday. Grbac pressures, I pressure. We are all pressure cookers. 0.0
I wouldn’t be surprised to find white hairs. Mary lately found out she had a strand of white hair. She says this proves she is a hard worker and studies hard. Judy was like: Yeah right. =.=
You know, it’s weird how decision and choices work. I mean, how do you know what’s the right thing to do? I was torn between choosing a guy that Chau wanted as a teammate because he does his work and Chau actually knows that guy and between this other guy whom I think likes me and I think he’s cute. So you know, I don’t have a love life. I’m trying to BUILD one senior year. Last Stand of Congresswoman Chantal( i mean, Joyce). So I was thinking of choosing the latter guy so I get to know him better. But NO, I chose the former guy instead.
There goes nothing.
I guess what I’m saying here is that choices define who you are. But What Am I? Do I be unselfish like always and go with Chau? Or a little selfish, to know a guy, which I rarely do that…sometimes…,and well,
Ignore me at this part. I blanked out. I’ll move on. :D
Sometimes I wish I was a boy. I don’t know why, I just feel like boys are lucky in a way. Yes, girls can play basketball and I do wish i did play basketball in high school because it’s ironic because i know how to play b-ball when i was little and love the sport, and in those city leagues and be in varsity girls b-ball, and what if I did? Wow, I wouldn’t know anybody from tennis, not my homies like Mary and Judy and Michelle and Melissa and Shirley and Connie and Bonita and Yumee etc..that would suck. But as always, choices my dear.
Guys can also play baseball. I want to play baseball again, my left field position untouched for 7 years. I want to hear the crack of the bat and feel the weight of the ball smacked in my mitt. I want to steal a base and slide at home plate again. I want to step up the batters box and point to the stands like Babe Ruth and hit a home run where I pointed. Guys are lucky. those Aztec baseball hats are TOTALLY SEXY.
But I wouldn’t be a boy if I tried. Because I can’t try. My gender is not a choice. So there.
June 2nd, 2011
April 15th, 2011
Stress…
It’s hit me.
Junior Year.
The stress…at least I have SATs out of the way.
I still have to take another one though, just to see if I can score any higher.I doubt that.
APs are killer. But they’re okay. They challenge me. Self-actualization, baby.
Update on my not-so-exciting life:
Tennis: spring training. Grbac fears our varsity doubles aren’t good enough. I bet you 100 bucks he’s right.Cat is my official doubles partner. :)Tennis people are cool.
Journalism: awesome. I love my journalism family everyday. They’re the best, they make me smile. Articles are tough though. Deadlines can figuratively kill you. And getting those interviews. Yikes.Editor-in-chief next year? ;)
Academics: Eh. Sleepless nights for 8s on AP essay. A worthy deal. I like it.Social life: Minimal. Damn…
Sports life: I have a boyfriend. His name is Stephen Curry, guard of the Golden State Warriors. He’s the cutest…*sigh*NBA PLAYOFFS AND DODGERS! WHOOOOO
Mental stability: 10%. I can feel it slowly and painfully flowing out of me. I’m going crazy.
March 17th, 2011
