Worst DAYZ to :)

Everyone needs to have a bad day. It just tells you your doing something wrong. If there was no such thing as a bad day, we wouldn't be able to make our good days. I told someone that if they had a bad day, just get it back the next day. If you lose day, think about what to do to win tomorrow. If you had a lazy day and took a break and remind yourself you already have a day off. It's never easy to call out a bad day. When you call it out, there's no point in it. You keep calling out someone who's never gonna come out of that cave. You can stay there all day, shouting his name to get your day back but it's never gonna come.

Jesus said that bad or good day, we give Him our all. Nothing more, nothing less. THat's all He wants, for us to simply give it our all everyday. Bring it home. So what if we had the worst day ever and just didn't feel like doing anything else? That's on us but it's gonna stay on us unless we give it to GOD or forget about it. The next day comes whether we like it or not. The day's going to come. Night passes, day come, and the cycle goes on. Treat everyday like the clock never stops and keep working till there's absolutely nothing left in your gas tank. That's how we make the most of the bad day and smile and joke that it was the worst day ever. :)

Patient heart

It's to often that we fight with our heart. That means just going plain crazy on our work. There's a saying where we'll just write whatever's on our mind. Squeezing our head during our exams, trying to get some energy for our next basketball game and looking for new or unusual ways to win. I remember some terrible basketball games I played. I tried virtually everything against the guy, he was bigger, stronger and a lot more skill. I kept telling him to come on, I just started using really difficult moves (moves that would probably work on 1 in a 100 times. When your losing badly, you still wanna go out with a bang with nothing just stopping you. I did get like 2 to his 11. It was bad to lose but at least I got to play some defense.

A lot made me think of who I am, off whether I see it half full or half empty. I try to see it half full as much as I can. There are times that when I see it half empty, I learn that God often shows as much of the other half as He can. He teaches me one thing. To be patient and see how full the glass is the next day or next time out. What are we looking for? Something in our glass? It not going to often that we get a chance to get it full and I think that if we wait whether long or short, we'll know when is the right time to make it full.

A patient mind can work with a determined heart. When we have an intellectual determination, we strategize with perfection not just fight. Planning gives one confidence and strength and this can lead to higher success. A fighting spirit is strong but a patient one is just as strong and smarter. Plan ahead and think beyond. That's how we should learn. That's how God wants us to learn. Moses was patient, Jeremiah was patient, and Gideon. They all waited and finished with a full glass. What happens when we get over our heads? ask the Israelites who wondered around the desert for 40 years and were attacked by snakes before entering the promised land. Planning, Prayer and a little Psychotic mind to put it all together.

It's true, I rather see it half empty than half full sometimes

I got a little frustrated today. I can't believe I let it happen but it happened again. I'm pretty disappointed in myself but I can't be sad now. I like seeing it half full but that's just half the good news. I can't say anything just like the NBA players to the refs...hahaha

I'm working on it is all I can say in school. I got a essay due in 10 hours or 10 minutes, I'm like I'm working on it. No Point in saying how hard it is or complaining the living hell out of it.I get frustrated, I get hit; but I can't let it get in my head.

During my test, I had one thing in mind. Knock it out. I've seen so many screwed up tests that I just decided I wasn't gonna leave in a judge's hand. I decided to make it easier for them, I decided to just knock it out and after that I just let it all out. Last time, I missed two or three questions just because I panicked. I just feel that if you wanna do something, finish it and don't leave it anyone's hand but yours and God's.

I read about how Kobe Bryant would dedicate himself in a psychotic matter to his work. He study game tapes before the game, he has an I phone with a guy sending him videos of how people would defend him or where he would find open spots. Dedication.

I just needed to show how psychotic I really am. I had a crazy time back then and I'm still having now. I'm pouring in full glass and no excuses. I just know I can do something much better. I'm just going to lay it all out.

running through walls again....

Calling your own fouls and getting hit

I heard from a friend who plays basketball with some Filipino kids that they were sore losers. I was a little surprised that they called their own fouls and even said "Prove it" when someone protests! I had to admit if they were in a real Filipino basketball court in the Philippines, they would get pounded. When I did play, I never call fouls. I feel that it disrupts the street ball game. Sure you can say foul when someone nudges you on a drive but I think it's being a sore loser and it stops the fun of street ball. To me, part of the fun of street ball is getting hit and knocked down and doing it the same to someone once in a while.

When I was in Singapore, I played a little extra hard. I was a little above everyone else in the beginning and played rough and everyone suddenly backed off. They said, they don't play hard hit or something but they didn't like hard fouls. Once in a while, I did get to play with those from China and Indonesia or the Philippines who didn't mind some hard ball. I did it again in Junior College and boy were they mad. It was my initial reaction to hit hard when the guy is bigger than me so I was a little. The last time I played in Singapore was with a young kid and he was really skilled but I just put a forearm on him and told him to take it and he did. Being that good, you were sure to either get hacked, forearmed, elbowed and hell yeah a clothesline will come out of nowhere!

Point is, life gonna hit hard. If you can't take it, your not gonna grow up. It gave me toughness and some mental work. So the next time you get hit hard and hit the floor, appreciate it. It's a lesson we can never forget and stop learning. We're gonna get hit.

Happy Day and why it's not worth complaining over a bad day

It's good to get your frustrations out for awhile. How does it feel? How does a person feel better having reminded him or herself the dilemma they face?

I seldom complain. If you ask my mom, she'll say I barely do. When I was a kid, I found complaining to be nothing. When my parents didn't let me do something that I want, I realized that they had the right to do so. I had no problems with that. I trust them and I try to earn their trust. Last time, I said I was no angel so I'm still on thin ice if I do something really wrong. I often get into headaches problems but I find it's not worth complaining over. On Friday, all I could think about was third midterm of the week and basically told anyone who would listen. I was pissed at myself. Why the heck would I complain about that? I went through a lot of exams already and I should have thought better. Worked better. Handled my ego a little better. I was really out of character then. It wasn't bad but I still should have been more disciplined mentally.

So maybe I do complain, I complain in my prayers but not to anyone else. People already have enough of their own problems. I take complaints from friends or family because I know I can do something about it: Pray. I know if I pray I can help someone out. I know God made it not for us to feel good but to help us talk to him. He's there always and never gone. Even if we don't feel him, he's still there. Doesn't matter what you do before or after, He's still listening to every word and every thought.

When I heard about how 1 Corinthians 14 showed people complaining in minor matters so much that it became the main thing, I realized how too often it happens. We can't elude it sometimes because we make a big deal out of it. How big of a deal can it get? Lebron-Cleveland big? Yes it can. Say the word and it can happen. It's up to us to stop our bickering and complaints and learn that life can simply be just so much more if we just be a little better than ourselves. That's why God tells us to cast all our cares upoun Him because He cares more than anyone else

Not so nice....

I'm no angel to be honest. I often bully people a bit now that I'm a little older. There's always that temptation to mess with someone's head when you work with them. Take for example my friend Chocka, he was a really tall big guy. Not fat or skinny but built like a brick building. He was a nice guy and I tended to push him around a bit. In turn, we talked a lot and I knew enough to know how to push his buttons. I'm not gonna say how but I admit whenever I had the time I did try to see how far I'd go. I was older now, not so shy or complicated like I was when I was a kid. It seems I de-mature sometimes when I got either freedom or pressure. It was weird. I was supposed to act my age and yet I come off like a thug or punk kid on sugar rush ( I don't even have a sweet tooth! Ask my dentist.) I guess so many years of getting picked on, my bullies actually became my friends. After a while, they still bullied me but they respected me. I guess I started to see why guys bullied each other, they either had a little switch in their brain to be macho or just wanted to see who was someone who could take a beating and earn their respect or maybe both just to find a fellow macho man or YMCA. I don't know about me but if someone around me gets talkative (Chocka was a little talkative and fun to trash talk with) or cocky, I tend to try pushing their buttons. Nowadays I learn to stand up a bit, I used to just take jokes but now I'm thinking not so much. I can see older people don't tend to mess with each other so much unless they get into some drama moment. It's a little funny when I see people talk shit and start looking like kindergarden. Maybe it's all these independency, my parents would never let me get away with such things. My dad is a bit of a prankster himself. He scares my nephew and steals my cousins phones and teases them constantly but in the end my whole family likes a good laugh out of it. But i can't get away with the same thing, I once rammed my Uncle Robert in a competitive basketball game at least twice and my dad was like "don't do that and be nicer next time", he knew I was rough but he still had control over me. Actually without them, I probably would be even worst off now maybe with a few more detention records in my high school script. My dad showed me how to be a nice guy and made sure I had fun but not cross his line.

Slowly, I think we'll start to draw our own line. To be honest, the idea of lines are that they are ment to be crossed. My dad crosses the line that making false texts to my cousin's girlfriends or boyfriends from their cell for simple awkwardness that can be fixed. I think my line is somewhere between doing something to people when they fall asleep out of exhaustion or food in the face. Oh man, I wonder how far will my kid's line will be from mine. Maybe I should draw it back a little. That's how it works I guess.