I have tried, therefore I am satisfied.

I was born in Monclair, raised in Upland. Living in a household where Cantonese was prodominately spoken, I received English lessons from the Looney Toons and Power Rangers. I rode the school bus for a year, and decided that I would rather have my father take me instead. I played basketball and swam nearly everyday around my apartment. Grandmother's house was only a few houses down, and she would always teach me how to gamble. She was my only grandparent left, the others past away before I even showed up. I witnessed my brothers graduate high school and college at an early age, having no idea what was going on. Contrary to the Super Nintendo generation, I was a Sega Genesis boy. Family Fun Center was the happiest place on earth for me, now it is called Boomers. The local bowling alley that we would always go to on Mountain Avenue became an Edwards Theatre. The Alphabeta and the Pic N Save dissapeared, and so did my family.

We moved to Ontario.

I was in 3rd grade at the time. I missed Upland, I missed Baldy View Elementary, I missed my friends Edwin and Scott. Out with the old, in with the new. I was 9 years old.

I acquired an old keyboard from my uncle. I participated in my first wedding event, my brother Sean's. I was the bellboy, I think. This in turn caused me to be an uncle at the age of 13, my dear Lilli-anne. I went on to play basketball for my Junior High and High School for six years. Within the six years I was enslaved to the swapmeet. Many memories there, but I'm glad they are only memories now. I watched my first South Park episode and I entered the world of hidden music.

My grandmother passed away when I was 16, the first person I witnessed dying. The structure and bond of our whole family tree slowly depreciated afterwards. Sad thing to see. I then graduated from High School, with good friends. I was 18 years old.

I had one girlfriend in my life, and it wasn't a strong one. I tend to have a better chance of gaining friendships than relationships in general, oh well. Cal Poly Pomona, I hated it from the start. My father had a severe heart attack. It resulted with me hearing a loud thump downstairs, only for me to walk downstairs to find him laying on the floor with eyes wide open with one hand on the heart, unable to answer me. This happened the night prior to my first day in college. I spend that night at the hospital. The same unfortunate hospital where I would see my dad take his last breath a year later. I was 20 years old. That's why I hate this school, I never had a good start to begin with. I was hired at Sport Chalet, my first real job. Chick's Sporting Goods quickly recruited me less than a year later.

I acquired an electric guitar from one of Jason's friends, and my first encounter with polaroids from the Chongs. I have let three girls slipped away, all because I was too unaware, and time wasn't on our side. Let me take this time and apologize. One girl once told me that she can never date me because it would cause too much stress and jealousy for her, because of all the female friends that I had. She was honest, and I understood. All things past, depression and enlightenment comes in full circles. I am 21 years old now.

Both brothers moved out, leaving me and mom here. I have one year left in college, and I have responsibilities. This has been one long blog, but it's only been a quarter of my life. Life is a game, and games are only fun because it gets harder and harder as we progress. If we have lived the past perfectly, then why live it again?

My name is David, and I'm done.