Ok so, I have been blessed with 19 years of life as of February 13, 2009. Wow. As a kid I thought cars would be flying by the time I turned 19. LOL. People ask me, “How do you feel?” “Do you feel any different?” “I thought you were older!” And I don’t really feel a big difference. But I do think I have a better understanding of myself in general. It didn’t come overnight though. I’m still growing and I haven’t obtained a complete knowledge of myself. It was a much needed laid back birthday. I woke up feeling great, went to class ON TIME. Later on, I was treated to some good TGIF Friday’s and caught happy hour. Then I engaged into other indoor activities, further information is enclosed to BlogSpot. But I just had a good time, chillin with people who wanted to chill with me. It was the perfect celebration for a 19th birthday.
My Valentine’s Day was copasetic and had a slow boogie just like my b-day. Didn’t get a chance to express my love for a valentine, but I did get the chance to express my love for college as well as the beauty of its attributes. I love the high of belongingness. Feeling wanted from the wanted, V-Day was just another day. Call me the bag man because when I’m with her, I’m thinking of you and when I’m with you I don’t think. Man, women have the power to run the world whenever they're ready. And if you can’t understand that, this part of the blog is not for you. Inspirations from my boy Katt W. LOL. I hate walking blind, but I find easy fault in what comes to me without work. In my opinion, the worst thing you can do while in pursuit is lay all your cards out on the first play. Where’s the value? There is none, and I’m tryin to be MVP. So if that means I have to be “red shirted”, assigned to watch your smile from a friendly distance on the bench, its so cool.
Let me share a little story with the blog. I boxed for like 5 years. I started when I was about 10. I had been training only for about three weeks before my first bout. That didn’t matter to me because I was hungry for my first fight, starving. Nonetheless, I hopped inside the ring unprepared and I froze up in front of the lights. Within about 15 seconds of the first round the referee stopped the fight. I was getting pounded on. It was so embarrassing, I had all my family there, friends from school and I had been talking mad shit. LOL. I was a funny kid, but the moral behind the story is I was defeated by anxiousness and consented to unnecessary failure. Never to make the same mistake twice, I’ve awaken. So I slumber in patience. She’s worth it. And till then I keep serving these soccer moms with this lovin. Digg?...
P.S. Just for the record my last fight was at the Silver Gloves National Championship, and there I was ranked #3 in the nation for my age and weight.
