COMING SOON. HOLIDAY 09

This blog will no longer be active, feel free to browse through my old posts if you like.

I am relocating to

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Who's a blacksheep? What's a blacksheep?

My grades are outstanding, I've never had all A's and B's before.
My left thigh is numb.
I'm wearing socks and boxers.
My computer doesn't have a sound card.
Tuesday was my first time breakdancing in a month, I've gotten rusty.
I'm going to bike to school tomorrow.
The bedroom is a mess.
I lost my boombox keychain.
I haven't done any homework at all this week.
I want Milk Tea.
My uniform needs to be washed.
I feel like playing basketball sometime soon. Who's D?
Tomorrow is a halfday at school.
My grandma bugs the shit out of me sometimes, but I love her.
I have a dog named Dollars.
I just farted.
Restaurant City is an awesome game, I hate to admit it.
Facebook games are addicting in general.
Facebook will be the death of us humans.
I need some new tracks, been listening to same playlists over and over everyday.
All of my shoes are dirty, except for my ball shoes.
I don't have much money in my wallet.

At times, it seems as though I never experience anything worth writing about. That is why there has been an extreme lack of substance in my worrrrrrdds.

Who's a blacksheep? What's a blacksheep?


WAKEUP!!!

Excuse my disposition but I'm all out of information to present.

What would you do?

Chillin'.

I haven't been on in a minute. Trying to get good grades in school. Been playing a lot of CS and Farmville, haha. Uhh.. still stocking up on fresh gear for the winter! Getting back into basketball, the illest thing ever. I'm using a friend's old computer, I used to use it all the time whenever I went to house. It was lying around, so I decided to take it in, another man's trash is another man's treasure. YAHMEANNNNN!? I really don't have shit to say, other than the fact that it's 11:14pm, where the hell did the time go? Anyways, here's some pics, enjoy!






Courtesy of Max Ho photography. (C) 2009 Holla.

What is a girl without her sisters?

Without 'em, I'd be a lonely motherfucker!

Everywhereyouneverbeen, FresherthanIeverbeen.

This is basically what's been goin' on with me. Not much, but it gets me by.

I've been dancing a lot. Expressing my soul through imagination and manifesting it with my body on the dancefloor, breakdancing. School is hard, but I'm actually doing my work this year. I'm goin' hard to plan my future. Drawing, drawing, drawing. Vibing to my playlists. Trying to get some concepts and designs down for Only Right Clothing Line. Saving money. Commuting by bike, everywhere. Revenovating the house. Getting ready for my aunt's wedding. Remaining on my hustle so that I remain laced up. Get Right or Get Left. Be safe, stay out the tall grass, there are Raticates everywhere.

WTF is a JKV!?

Everyone's always askin' me. "Hey Max, who's that chick you're always with?" Firstly, I'm not always with her. She's one of my closest friends. It's not only the booty-calls that have me coming back for more, it's her personality. She has an awesome sense of humor. She's an avid gamer and likes to eat frozen yogurt. Judy is just down to earth. An amazing catch and there aren't many women out there like her.

That wraps it up. So quit buggin' me.



Just for kicks: I'm sure you remember Mr. Cao

& This is Gage and I at the Aids Walk. I'm sure you remember him as well.

ORCL WORLDWIDE.

So I jumped on board.

I met up with Ralph last night, accompanied by his mans and our boy Hezekiah. We ate at Five Guys downtown. I must say, Ralph was a cool ass cat. He spoke passionately about ORCL. To him, it's not just about the money, it's about the respect, I can dig it. He also loves Pokemon, and when I say Pokemon, I don't mean Pokemon, I mean Pokemon (pussy), yah'msayng? He asked me to be a designer for the clothing line. So I did what I thought was Only Right.

GET RIGHT OR GET LEFT.

Legendary.

I had a lot to write about but I decided to put all things aside and share with you my favorite poem, from my favorite author.

I give you, Tupac Amaru Shakur.

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong
it learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared!

This is Oct 9, 2009.