Monday, November 03, 2008
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im still here lol
Nate at 1:57 PM

Friday, October 31, 2008
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This blog has been lonely for the longest time, I think no one looks at it anymore(I know I haven't until now).

It's funny where life takes us. I was looking at an old post I made when I TRIED to start up a new blog, yet couldn't. I got this from it,

I love you. I get angry that you don't know where you're going in life. but then I realize that my future seems equally hazy. and confusing and everything just seems wrong. in that corny way, let's be wrong together. wang + truong = right!
March 21, 2007 9:56 PMM

Of course, the writer was no other than the one and only. Look at where I am now. Single, UCLA dropout, shit-class worker, community college student. Am I happy? Oddly enough, in regards to everything else aside from my relationship, I'm happier than I ever have been. Mainly because I missed norcal, all of the high school crew and up here I can see them a lot more. I know its kind of in the air though, waiting to drop at any second.. but I'm enjoying it.

rawr. meow. the works.
pengwin at 12:58 PM

Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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lol wow look at good ole high skool kicks, im currently dating someone and we were reminissing about the past looked at old live journals and what not. I was sad for a while because I dont like looking at past things, it makes me sad, she was in love with someone else. I mean obviously it doesnt matter at all, shes in love with me now but you know it still hurts here and there seeing things. I know your going to read this in a minute jen so ill point out thats why I was short about talking about pervious things to talledega, pete/melissa/mac/whoever else I dont wanna think too much about the past. Haha blogspot, hey jen I love you
Nate at 5:12 PM

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lol wow look at good ole high skool kicks, im currently dating someone and we were reminissing about the past looked at old live journals and what not. I was sad for a while because I dont like looking at past things, it makes me sad, she was in love with someone else. I mean obviously it doesnt matter at all, shes in love with me now but you know it still hurts here and there seeing things. I know your going to read this in a minute jen so ill point out thats why I was short about talking about pervious things to talledega, pete/melissa/mac/whoever else I dont wanna think too much about the past. Haha blogspot, hey jen I love you
Nate at 5:12 PM

Thursday, July 21, 2005
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Hmm things aren't so well in Stephen-ville.

First off, I'm in such a woeful financial situation that I think the sale of my car, which has just broken the 1000 mile mark, is probably looming. Goddam. School>Car. I suppose it has to be. Poor car of my dreams. Some guy with his grubby hands is now going to defile that nice sneeze of a blow off valve. I just hope some punk kid doesn't drive it and kill himself. On the other hand, I'm pretty much a punk kid and I'm alive ain't I? Well technically I am.

I don't write this because I want people to read it. But rather, it feels nice to have some ideas of mine put on this mysterious Internet. I don't really know what I'm expecting. There's always things which I want to write about but I don't want to anger people that I know. It's like the inevitable wall I reach when I write on this thing-this empty blog of mine.

So aside from my financial and automotive woes, some people from the past have apparently come back innocently to NOT screw with my already harrassed mind. I hope so. I really do love the people I do, and hate those that I do. I don't have much grey area, or many aquaintances. My girlfriend said she wanted me to be a nice guy. Nice guys aren't so fun to be.

Sometimes, I think there is a Heaven and there is a Hell, just, it's really mixed up at times. One week on the streets of SF trying to save children taught me that. I thought I was doing great humanitarian work to save lives. Certainly, that was the core, but it ended up dehumanizing these children. I worked for a profit based company which helps promote the ideas of non-profit companies. Children became numbers and quotas and commission. There are people just hell bent to make that 1000/wk. I mean, the kids are still being helped, but the people who are helping them aren't really trying to do that. It seems more of a side effect than a cause. I guess that is why I quit.

However, during that job I did meet some great people. I met an old couple from Urkraine. They were dressed up all spiffy but one can tell that they weren't in the finest linens. They acted the part though. The man told me he's seen the poor children in the world and that I was doing a great thing. The wife looked on in pure awe as if the man she married was of saintly blood. Good people. Didn't donate jack though.

I also met a woman from France who was quite stunning. Not only was she full of life, but she understood life. Out of the thousand people I try to stop in that day, she was the only one who really stopped and listened. She told me about her childhood as a little girl in France. She saw her father give refuge to Romanian children and give them food. The food that was worth it's weight in iPods. She showed what true compassion sounded life, with a foreign flair. It's quite odd that the two people who I actually had a stimulating conversation about poverty in the world children were both from foreign countries.

I stood next to my partner Siobhan (pronounced Che-von) throughout those 9 hour days and watched busy San Franciscan people rush by in their everlasting hurry. We mocked them with their pompus attitudes and expensive suits. However, every once in a while we talked to someone or saw something that would make me say:

"Wow, there's good people after all."

And then she would say:

"This is true."

So we went on trying to stop those robots of men dressed in Armani. What a job.

I then met this old woman who was peddling homemade necklaces so her son could attend Berkeley. I talked to her for a while, because I was sick of the women who depended on their rich boyfriends while shopping during the weekdays at Banana Republic. She didn't mind us being there like the other street peddlers who stood their territory like hungry wolves. She told me she would silently cheer for me and Siobhan whenever we successfully saved a kid. She told me she lived in a 2 room apartment with her husband and try to work for her son so he can live a better life. I'm a spoiled kid, only having to sell a car. Siobhan said she would buy one of that old ladies' necklaces before she went back to Ireland. I hope she does.

One day we went to UC Berkeley. The students tend to yield more saved children. I had one grad student sign up out of pity for the child and one korean student sign up out of pity for her ever sinning soul. Wonderful how these people come. I talked to some construction workers while camped out in my square of the sidewalk. So many students would stop, but once I whispered "sponsorship" they would go buggy-eyed and suddenly remembered they were late to twelve classes. Sad.

"I totally support what you do, but I can't help."

"60 cents a day?"



Quite awkward that silence. Is it when the human mind's sense of greed fights with the human heart's compassion? Is it when someone goes oh, 60 cents, that is definately worth a life, then the brain kicks in and says: "FOOL! You need the money to buy coffee and flip-flops which state your liberal lifestyle."? I really wonder sometimes. Yeah, go Cal...not. I quite wished I chose the Bruin path in those situations.

It was quite the experience, to gently poke the face of American Humanitarianism.

Stephen at 11:32 PM

Monday, June 06, 2005
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11:56 pm. I can't sleep.

Too many things. Intolerable things to think about. Life goes on. Tomorrow.

Stephen at 11:56 PM

Tuesday, May 10, 2005
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Egads! - Bailey Wu.

Quick ones-
1. Dwayne Wade, #3 Guard for the Miami Heat. Holy-motherofbasketball, we have ourselves a damn good player if not a damn good entertainer as well. One of the best ball handlers I've seen, behind Nash. Not an arrogant fellow either. Yup.

2. Look up the Mustang Shelby Cobra. I'm not into the whole "there's no replacement for displacement" deals, but DAMN this car looks sweetah! I'm afraid how fast this thing can go down the 1320. I'll steer my little (soon-to-be) 4-banger away from this thing.

3. Need to find a good alarm installer. Planning to get a Clifford RSX 3.5. Just need to get some low installation costs.

4. Ah yes-I watched "It's A Beautiful Life" today on some mushy mushy channel. Damn. Good movie, then read Wiesel's Night and your spirit will feel this antsy feeling and need to change the world. But oh so futile-or is it? =)

So now, done with the random tidbits, something coherent EH?! Well, obviously we gotta talk about the bliss we all feel as Seniors now. The SATS, APs, COLLEGE APPS, EVERYTHINGS, is gone and done with! What now? Do we begin to say goodbye? Or do we let the end blindside us? I think I'm choosing to blindside myself.

I have these periods where i regret the choice of UCB over UCLA. I really do think the LA lifestyle would fulfill my need for some city living, but hell, its a damn learning institution-not a 4 year party. But then again, when else do we have 4 years to do the things we can do in college. Its growing up time but also let loose and play time-but not too hard. Oh well, SIRs are in and such. Better not be a goddam Deja Vu of these past 4 years.

...but it can't.

Finally got some connections into the Lowell grad from the VP herself. Well, more persuading then connections...but oh well. On the over-extended topic of the past-I've got a reunion with elementary friends before we all head out to college. This is quite surprising that they actually found me before arranging this thing. It's gonna be odd to see em all again, especially the ones who really shaped my childhood. It'll be nice to see where everyone's headed though. So far, I know we've got Stanford, Yale and USF in that group. The kids that were leaders in my school are leaders even moreso now. It's quite odd how time didn't really change any of that. Such a sense of maturity from kids who I remember played lava-tag on that rusted old structure still there-in front of our paintings. We've grown up now-well, that was quick. One night playing handball in a garage talking about why we get free lunch to talks now of going to Yale and changing the entire world. Ah, so this is why our parents went through hell. Good to see some of us realized our potentials.

Tis all I suppose. We all need to sleep a bit. Yes, even you.

Night.

S_out.

Stephen at 10:28 PM

Friday, April 01, 2005
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SCREWW YOUU BERKELEY
but on a lighter note others DID get in. so props to them
but once again, argh.! argh!! rawr1!!!!1~~ omgg!F!

pengwin at 9:37 AM