too busy down here. i’ve got no time on most of those things I’ve been doing on a daily basis. my work demands a lot and requires focus else, I don’t know what would be next. few cans of beer at night cools down everything. one time, I was really toxic and tried to become one of those shit. but what I have found is just an idiot pretending to know something under the sun wherein literally, appeared to be someone with knowledge limited to the four corners of her small bedroom. full of misinterpretations, wrong translations and don’t even know how to read between the lines. and has the courage to utter the words “intellectually disabled”, what??? hahahaha what an idiot. that night is totally hilarious. well, i just called it another freaky night. i was trying to find someone who has vast intellect and what I’ve found was just a trash.

Dakota – New Moon

You’ll never know when it would come to your feet. Before the next sunrise clears your entire foggy mind, you will find yourself on the verge of risky thoughts that only visit once in your dreams. And then your nights will become endless, too long yet but short. Your days will be short yet are too long to endure. There are happiness hearing those voices that sounds like melodies and there are enjoyment and satisfaction whenever you exchanges vivid words of inspirations. The seemingly impossible remoteness between two earthly souls will appears to be just one full length of a hand that can give a one bear hug thru the entire time. But, as the sunset is emerging from the east, fragile it become and weakness arises from within. The fear of losing will overwhelmed the entire spirit of once with a stronger heart and misunderstanding will be triggered by unknown swaying emotions that will lead nowhere but to the disaster all along been waiting from the very beginning the first hello has broken the silence between two purple hearts.

cant sleep, cant eat, cant work and cant run and cant walk
can chat, can argue, can fight, can attack, can sanction
can negotiate truce and peace, can declare all out war
cant take a break, cant take a breath when under attack
can get into your nerves sometimes, can give you headache most of the times

expensive, costly and will hurt your pocket if you get addicted to it
enjoyable when winning and will make you stubborn at the other end
you will have your enemy when provoked and you will like them when they agreed on your sentiments
you will have lots of friends all over the world, as well as enemies
your alias will be famous, either for good, or worst all will look after you to get a piece of yah
you will be love, and they will plunge with you wherever you go

you’ll cross path with someone you dont know and one morning you’ll find she’s already into you….

this is the game I love, the game they love, the game we will live for now…

–iPhone World War–
The Captain

During those early years, I bravely climb the tallest and the biggest Mango trees in my grandfather’s farm just to pick up the biggest and the tastiest mango for my friend every time she craves and ask me for it. Even some other local fruits that is not that easy to harvest or pick-up. Although, it’s risky to climb those huge trees, it brings out a lot of fun especially when your friend appreciates your effort and did enjoy the fruits.

But nowadays, its totally different. Since most of the fruits if not all can be easily found in the fruit stands, there are pretty less and less effort needed and no appreciation is required since there are nothing much difficulties on picking it up, just a trolley or a fruit basket is enough.

Before, it is no big deal. Because almost everybody do the same thing.

Now, it brings out a lot of fun too…. But fun of different kind….

Life is a beach in every way we look at it. But it depends on what kind of beach our lives have. Sometimes, it will not just be an enjoyable summertime beach but a well-entrenched and never been discovered, altered beach. One with huge rocks, big and fearsome waves, still untouched behind the corner of an island’s mountain. Always ready to rip anyone into pieces in a second or two. No calmness on sight as it is like there is always a storm brewing in. Stronger wind and heavier sea breeze, it gets a lot much more heavier as days passes by. And when you tried to get into it, either you’ll get drowned or sharks will just feast on your stupidity. These kind of beaches will have a lot of challenges, will only bring you a lot of unavoidable pains and sufferings. Don’t even step near into it, you’ll never know what will happen next when you fall into its trenches. Better get drowned in a summertime beach where somebody could possibly rescue you rather than get lost in this kind of beaches, where nobody would dare think to get you out of it.

After more than a year of putting one’s self behind of a virtual barricade of boredoms and shattering lifestyle, the old spirit and habitual flesh has come out slowly to the open after some tiring exchanges of thoughts and reciprocal mindset from where it does solely started. One shall never deny that the earthly body has needs which will only makes it worst once the rebellious stint comes into picture. Hard times are over, it has been proven that changing own self with a usual approach of denying the immortalized temptations will never be successful and good enough to combat such strong flexes of unknown invitations. The nature’s law is not to transform into one earthly body that has to near the perfection of being humane with supernatural attitude and characters, but how would you keep yourself intact against all the spiritual and humanely combination of energies that sometimes make someone falls into submission of being a two-sided, two-faced spirited being. One that has no outright sensitivity to one’s need, expectations, mortal feelings, happiness, and enthusiasm to live a life in a busy outrageous world, all fears has gone and what only remains is hatred that has been just suppressed for such a very short period of time.

A Letter to a Father
Jun 16, 2009

Dad,

I’m flying 35,000 feet above ground right now and I’m not even on a plane. Everything you told me about the specialness of being an NBA champion is coming true. I feel a sense of such accomplishment and contentment that I’ve never experienced before.

I’ve been on one championship team in my life and that was my senior year in high school when we won the California State title. You remember, you were there in San Diego. Except the fulfillment of winning an NBA title runs deeper, maybe because it’s on the professional level. Plus, the brotherhood, which has always been extremely tight on this team, is now cemented. I’ll share this championship bond and these memories with my teammates for the rest of my life.

It’s going to be similar to how you stay in close touch with your UCLA, Portland and Celtic teammates. Some guys you played with more than 30 years ago. Greg Lee is pretty much at the house every day. You and Andy Hill talk politics all the time plus Maurice, Lionel, Larry, Kevin, Chief – all great people who you introduced me to at a young age. It doesn’t get any cooler than having Maurice as my godfather and being named after him.

I know you wanted to be in Orlando covering the Finals for ESPN and sharing in this championship with me. I wish you were in the locker room celebrating Sunday night. I know you couldn’t be there physically because of your back problems but I know you were thinking of me. Adam and Chris made the trip and so did mom. Bre was also there. The Lakers chartered a plane for family members on Sunday morning and to be able to share this experience with them meant everything to me.

I couldn’t wait to call you Sunday night. I know how proud you are of me. I’m constantly reminded of that not only when we speak or by your voice mails but by people who will come up to me and say, “I spoke with your father and he wants you to know that he loves you and how proud he is of you.”

You have always told me, Adam, Nate and Chris that in life, you always want to be part of a special team. No matter what path each of us chose, you ultimately want to win in the game of life. Well, as you know, this team, this organization, is special in so many ways from ownership on down.

Some things you can’t plan for. On draft day, I had no idea where I was going to be drafted or if I was going to be drafted at all. When the Lakers selected me in the second round and we celebrated at the house in San Diego, I remember you telling me that Phil was the perfect coach for me to play for and that it was up to me to make the most of the opportunity. That was six years ago. Nothing is more perfect than playing in Southern California for the greatest NBA fans around.

Winning an NBA title also prevents you from throwing any smack my way. I’m in the club now. And I don’t want to hear anything about NCAA championships, let’s keep the conversation on NBA titles.

When things calm down (and will they ever after you win a championship?), I’m coming to San Diego to visit you. I want to see how you’re doing and just catch up. Plus, I want to see Grandma Glo.

I’m going to enjoy this championship but I also know that you’ll be there to remind me that while I’m basking in the team’s success this summer, guys around the league will be working on their game. I’m sure you’ll also remind me that defending an NBA title is twice as hard.

Right now, though, I want to keep it light and fun. Although, I’m sure we’ll jaw about whose team is better, this year’s Lakers team or the ’77 Blazers, your first NBA title team.

Lakers in six, Dad.

Who’s stopping Kobe?

Luke

A Letter to a Son: Bill Walton remembers

By Bill Walton
Posted Jun 16 2009 8:25PM

Luke,

Words cannot describe the pride, joy, elation, exhilaration and happiness that I feel for you, your brothers, your teammates and your friends right now.

It is truly fantastic that you finally get to experience just how unique and special it is to be an NBA champion. Many great players, Luke, never get to feel the level of satisfaction, accomplishment and resolution that only a champion experiences. Not to say that that diminishes their career in any way, but only a lucky few ever really get to the Promised Land.

Luke, you mentioned your California State Championship from your senior year in high school but you forgot to mention your winning multiple NBA 3 on 3 Hoop It Up competitions, you also failed to bring up the Summer League championships, the South Mission Beach titles and you seemingly have forgotten your domination on the backyard court.

This first of hopefully many NBA titles will change your life forever. And as close as you are to your teammates today, as the years go by, those friendships will grow ever stronger.

I cannot begin to tell you, Luke, the outpouring of congratulations, support and love that I’ve received on your behalf from all of my friends around the globe because of this incredible Laker accomplishment. My cell phone and e-mail have just lit up since the final buzzer sounded and your celebration began. Don’t ever let that celebration end. That’s what you live for. Build on it, use it to drive you to greater levels of achievement for the rest of your life.
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What you have accomplished is the sport’s ultimate goal. You are on a truly special team with a brilliant and historical level coach, for a remarkable organization, playing in your home region, for easily argued the greatest owner in the history of professional sports. And now you’ve won the NBA title. What could be better?

Sorry I could not be there for you in Orlando for the championship closer. But believe me, I never missed a second all season long. From the opening tap on October 28 vs. the Trail Blazers to the celebration in the visiting locker room at Amway Arena, this magical mystery tour resonates like none other and rest assured we have everything on the DVR.

I’m thrilled for you that so many of your brothers and family members got to be there in Orlando to witness your historic achievement. And how gracious and classy of the Lakers to fly the family members out on a chartered plane for the championship celebration on the road. I’m sure that that was added inspiration for your great team to take care of business at the first opportunity.

Thanks so much for all of the returned phone calls. Sorry for pestering you with my endless voice mails, but as a dad, I just want what’s best for you, Luke. I want you to know how much I love you and how proud of and happy for you that I am.

One of the things that makes me extremely happy and proud is the relationship you have with your brothers and how supportive you all are of each other and the joy and genuine happiness you exhibit for each other’s successes.

I know it seems like forever since your last championship — 1998 . You came close at Arizona with Lute Olson and you had two earlier futile tries in the NBA Finals but now in your sixth year, it’s all come full circle.

I can remember so vividly your first night in the NBA, when you were drafted by the Lakers with the 32nd pick and to become a member of that truly special Laker franchise. The glorious celebration that night at our family home — with Richard Jefferson, David Abramowitz and John Roberts plus all of your other brothers — remains one of the most special, inspirational and proudest nights of my life.

Luke, you’ve been privileged in so many ways over the years. None more so than by the opportunity to play for coach Phil Jackson who is phenomenal in countless ways. Similar in style, touch and approach to the John Woodens, Jack Ramsays, K.C. Jones,’ Lenny Wilkens’ and Red Auerbachs of my life.

I really look forward to seeing you Luke, it’s been far too long. I know you are vividly aware of the impact that the Lakers have here on the Southern California community, including your grandmother (my mom), Gloria — who still lives in the same house we all grew up in for the last 56 years. And for every Laker game, she puts on her Laker and Luke NBA garb and cheers ever so loudly, always answering the phone, “Go Lakers, Go Luke!”

I can remember, Luke, in the mid-’80s when you were just the youngest of boys. In those days, the Lakers and the Celtics had the NBA’s fiercest rivalry and Chick Hearn, the Lakers broadcaster made a promotional audio tape of a Laker championship series. Chick spliced your name Luke Walton in as part of the promotion.

I played that tape one more time at the conclusion of Game 5 in Orlando. And Luke, yes indeed, Chick Hearn, prophetic as can be, had it all, probably 24 or 25 years ago, announcing to the world that Luke Walton of the Los Angeles Lakers teaming then with Kareem and Magic was now and forever, the champion of the NBA.

Luke, I’m the luckiest and proudest dad in the world. My love for you is endless and unconditional. Thanks for being the most wonderful of sons but remember this championship as Phil Jackson said. This about you players and what a special team it truly is. The Lakers are dazzling to watch, so interesting and intriguing to follow, such classy guys, such an intellectual style. It all seems so perfect and we’re just the fans. I can only imagine what it’s like to be one of the guys in the locker room.

You’re so lucky, Luke. You are the fortunate one. You now know how hard it is to reach this unparalleled milestone. Life will never be the same again.

The smile on your face at the conclusion of the game and throughout the locker room celebration is an image that is forever emblazoned on my spirit and soul. Thanks for making us all so happy and allowing us to share in your joy.

As a young boy growing up, Luke, you were always so embarrassed when I would write John Wooden’s maxims and Pyramid lessons on your lunch bags. From now on, I will proudly inscribe them all, “Luke Walton, NBA Champion.”

Luke, you mentioned the historical reference to your team’s abilities. When you get to be my age, trash talking is about all that’s left. I fully admit, Luke, that your team is really, really good. Kobe is supreme. Pau, Lamar and Andrew are all top of the line. And Phil Jackson is brilliant.

Right next to your smile on my spirit and soul are the immortal words of Jack Ramsay, who recently said on the 30th anniversary of the 1977 World Champion Blazers in putting that team’s abilities in historical context:

“I like our team. We’ll take our chances. Anywhere. Anytime. Against anybody.”

Blazers in four, Luke. Never forget why you are named after Maurice Lucas.

Love, Dad

It’s not in my plan to go anywhere that night. But because my phone keeps on ringing that night, I answered my friends call and we ended up listening to a live set in a familiar place in the City. Then I met this girl. She’s taller than me, dark complexion, long hair and pretty enough to caught every men’s eyes inside that bar. As my instinct persists, I handed her a bottle of beer and morning comes next, she’s waking me up to turn off my alarm.

We did met again for dinner on the same day. She told me that the girl I am with last night was not the same girl having that dinner with me. I told her that even I’m drunk that night, I am the same guy who’s serving her grilled salmon and salad as her wish. Despite the countless differences between us, it turns out as an one enjoyable dinner filled with great sense humor and laughters.

We walk, we talk, we laugh and then we turned a bit serious. We just found ourselves locked in a room of a hotel in the skirts of the City. We just let our bodies do the talking ‘til almost midnight.

.. and hope to meet again soon for a much wonderful night under the lights of the City that never sleeps.