dirty underwears

a small statement of awe.

watch c.s.i.

i meant to say that before, but i just kept forgetting. mah bad.
those cats are so on point anatomically and physiologically speaking.



besides, the stories....the stories are dope.

that's all. g'nite.

by the way, i want a woman to dominate me. leather, whips, shouting...the whole nine yards.

one more thing, i get amazed at the ingenuity and genius of the roofing and gutter job. the control of waterflow from level to level, well, its just astonishing.



geez. its like a hurricane here. whatsupwitdat?

it's dark outside, and im scurd.

when there's lightening, i slightly get horrified at the thought that a bolt might strike my roof, surge up through the outlets, channel up through the cord, past my keys and into my body only to fry my tissues and possibly stop my heart from contracting.

scary eh?


today, was one day, in a long time, that i did absolutely nothing.

amen to that.
actually, i ploughed the and set down new soil for my mom's vegetable garden.

it said the soil was "organic". isn't all soil organic? buncha tards.
while sweating and crisping under this morning's sun, i noticed that this particular soil smelled like poo.
ahhhh, the smell of organic. poo. *inhale*......poo, soo good *exhale*...poo so nice, so fresh and so clean (clean).

we grow our vegetables in poo. tasty. pooful, but organic.

and the rain comes down!
and the boys up in heaven continue to hit strikes in their bowling game. makes me wonder, do they have those cool bowling balls? the custom ones - like a clear one with the skull in the centre or a metallic purple one with a lightening bolt engraved on it?

and im outtie.
lates.

finally some real opposition

give "the man" a run for his life soldier!


north vietnamese regular


WWII Japanese Air Force Officer


"Battling Bastard of Bataan"
(my personal favourite)
customized too. zeen.

titty-clitty gangbang.

the title has nothing to do with anything.

elsewhere, in the confines of the caverns deep within jay's mind........


my summerskool class keeps reminding me of:

1. mark harmon's summer school class.



or


2. pfeiffer's dangerous minds class.



something like that. dunno why.

there are no stupids in there or anything; i just get a similar mood in such an atomosphere. gotta problem??

speaking of.....


i'm definitely gonna cop one of these costumes for my wife.
most definitely. you guys think the wip is included?

"meow, baby. I SAID MEOW DAMMIT!"

aww yeaaaaa, coaching: the art and science exam in roughly 12.5 hours!

matter under mind, baby. matter under mind!

oh f'shizzle, ma nizzle.
on the rizzle, u a-grizzle?

thou shall remember thy sabbath day and keepeth thine holy

in other words...my sunday. or let's say "sunjay" (you know, sunday..."sunjay"...get it? the day..and sun..and jay.."sunjay". now you get it??? and no, not the little indian boy four houses down...ahhh, forget it! you're hopeless).

the broken down, low-down:

church.
vietnamese food.
a vietnamese rendition of the eagles' smash hit, "hotel california".
wise-guy, italian mafiosos coming into a predominately asian eatery and having a few beers and some sherry.
solidifying knowledge surrounding soft-tissue injuries and how to deal with them.
and last but not least, family day!

booya. everyday should be sunday.

one more thing: wish a brother luck for coaching midterms that are to be written on early monday mornings.

ahhhhh, exactly how life should be - working out, eating, reading and studying.

but hey, i ain't picking up no soap so you can just forget about all'a that.

even on summer friday nites he stays in!


to study of course.

these exams just keep coming at me.
*gasp

already a midterm on monday?!!

one more thing..they even do yoga at that skool!

forget the potato/sponge stamping, let's meditate!

saw this wicked segment on the sathya sai school.

upon hearing the name sathya sai, i knew the institution would have only good things to be said about it.

a bit about it...the sathya sai school is a private elementary skool with 50 of its kind all around the world - 1 located somewhere in north america.

personally, i've grown up as a devout catholic, skooled through the catholic boards, throughout my secondary (highskool) years up till now, university. although catholicism has merely nothing to do with the sathya sai skool, i can see where the two have common values and goals essential for kids to understand.

where the catholic skool instills the universal Christian notion of loving your neighbour, the sathya school (hindu-based, mind you), instills children with the belief and accordance of the 5 human values of: truth, right conduct, peace, love and non-violence; exactly what all children in such a shit-box world need to have as their foundation in life.

however, what i liked about the sathya sai school, was the premise that all faiths, were valued in the school.

now i know, from personal experience, that in catholic elementary schooling (mine that is, cant speak for all skools in the world), there's a lack of respect for other faiths. im sorry, not really a lack of respect, but a lack of recognition.

is this really the best way to raise the fragile mind of a child who will eventually grow up in, and share a world where all faiths and congregations should have equal rights?

i dunno, that's just a flaw i see in the skool system that i was brought up in that's all. it was only till mid-hiskool that we started learning about world religions other than Christianity. i feel it's such a shame we missed out, and that even today, kids are still missing out.

how can people of different religious backgrounds and faiths be expected to get along if there's no understanding of one another? i believe that due to this absence of awareness, the wars we have witnessed, over and over again, have been goin on for centuries, and continue to go on in some parts of the world.

anyhow, i just wanted to give mad props to the sathya sai school.

on another personal note, i believe children and even adults, to an extent, should find their own paths to faith when the right time makes its appearance.

its good, and im thankful that my parents had a hand influencing me to believe in Jesus and all, but ultimately, me being confirmed into the faith...well, i can truly say that was my choice and not simply a must-do on life's list or a "it's the next logical step" sorta thing.

makes me think about how imma react, if i have kids and my wife isn't a catholic. im pretty sure we'll both (me and her) let the kid(s) make up their own choices as long as it's not satanism or any devil-worshipping related faith (devil = bad, we all know that. cmon now). in other words, it wouldn't matter to me. like my personal experience, i'd want my seeds to find their own faith and not have it forced upon them. that's the true way of building faith. phew! thank God my parents didn't have to shovel anything down my throat i didnt want to swallow in the first place.

that's all for this entry. not that funny, i know. out of the usual, but hey, i can't always be a funny guy, n'est pas?


sathya sai baba
(no, it's not snoop dogg, it's not even lenny)

God bless sathya sai baba.

peace.


learn more about the man with the microphone head here.

haha i see you're using the gay template with the rocks and pebbles. interesting.

the kid's driven. it ain't hard to tell.

most of you are probably aware how passionate i am about my field of study, and ultimately my life's career in kinesiology and/or a profession in close relation to it. well, imma take it upon myself, for personal reasons, to, every now and then, pay homage to the forefathers/mothers of the skool.

of course, this won't start now, tonite that is. i just posted this as a reminder.

so there...note to self.

-jay

standing eight count in effect.

has anyone ever seen a filipino dad watch boxing?

let me tell ya, flips are heavily into their pugilism. y'all gotta see my pops. he actually gets into the ring. his shoulders shift (right-left-right-left) as if sticking the jab. the man screams at the t.v. as if he's the corner man. its surreal i tell ya. obviously he had a big impact on my interest in the sport.

i dunno what it is, but lately, i've been heavily into solo sports.
i dunno if it's the fact that i dont wanna rely on teammates to help me achieve or if it's the extreme opposite, and i don't wanna be blamed for errors in the game. the fact remains, i'm slowly getting turned onto solo sports. fighting sports, most track sports, gymnastics, powerlifting, skateboarding, pie-eating, the whole nine.

but back to boxing. it was de la hoya (not to be confused with yours truly, the real golden boy, jason de los Reyes), the golden boy VS Campas. alrite fight mind you. you wouldn't think it'd be due to the odd de la hoya had over campas. but a good match nonetheless.

as for september, i cant wait to see de la hoya VS mosley. now that's gon' be a dope-ass scrap.

in terms of boxing or any other fighting sport, these athletes are probably, in my opinion, the most conditioned athletes in any competition out there. theyre pretty much up there with endurance athletes.

has anyone ever fought? im talking a real-life fight. well i have, if we look back at our elementary days and other instances of my "yute". if you didnt know,most real, street, non-sanctioned fights last a matter of 2minutes. imagine these boxing cats goin for 10 rounds or more? tougher than leather. but yea, thats the boxing rant for the day.

one more thing, i think there's another aspect that i truly appreciate in boxing. it's the knockout.

does anyone understand the mechanics of being knocked unconscious?
well run through it, so you too can appreciate some dude or chick gettin' decked.




your brain is suspended in something called cerebrospinal-fluid. under normal conditions, all is good and the brain is static. now when you get hit in the head with great force, the impact moves the brain and rattles every portion of the organ. if the impact is hard enough, the brain moves so much in the fluid that it taps (or even more than taps, at times) the skull. when the brain taps the skull in this manner, the brain has to shut-down for a split second or more and localize all functions toward the area of impact, in order to ensure the brain gets the "a-ok" to proceed with its function. its asorta safety measure your body takes. now if this impact against the skull is hard enough, it can cause severe damage and more..this is called a concusion. usually, one concusion in an activity or sport isn't that serious. however, the athlete must rest up at least 2 weeks before recieving another concusion. on the flip side, if a concusion is recieved within that 2-week down "recoup" down-time, that'll leave serious implications on motor function and ability; possibly permanent neck, nerve and brain damage. and that my friends, is partially, the low-down on gettin' knocked the fuck out - (wo)mannnnn!

so the next time you see some chump getting knocked out, try and envision everything that's goin on in the skull, down the neural pathways, through the nerves etc. for that/those split second(s), the body hits the emergency "off" button. thank you. now go and practice knocking out your homegirls and homeboys. that's your homework for tonite class.

have fun.

he's asian..not the yellow type though.

i spend less than a day outside and im already as dark as a mexican.

everyone, please feel free to call me pedro.

bored.
breakbeats a-thumpin' and reading is currently how i cope.

when you have free time, you start thinking.

therefore, don't ever have free time.

hip hop ya don't stop.

whoa whoa. whatta coincidence. i started to download brown sugar last night, seeing at this is a long weekend, and i have shit-all to do. so i set the kazaa to dl mode for this flick and it's gonna take approximately, what?...3hours. not bad. head downstairs and watch some idiot box.

and what's on t.v.?!! much music's phat15: the most influential hip hop artists.

dope is what i say. so im watching this and it occurs to me that, "wow this is like a hip hop day"...the movie, the phat15..its all good.

about the much phat15, i do agree with their list, more or less, however, there were some missing, and also, some that could've been up higher on the list. however, im sure we all agree that run dmc was placed at a well-deserved primo-spot.

as for the flick, brown sugar...

personally speaking,
that movie is so real it's scary. and that's all i gotta say about that. cop dat flick. actually, you don't gotta cop it, just dl it like the rest of the world. it's worth a watch.

so that made the 8th movie i've watched this month. wow. and the month isn't even done. peace.

*chillin in a b-boy stance

jacked off someone else's blog:

"Choices...are they really illusions like the mentioned in Matrix: Reloaded? What gives us a choice? Why is there always a choice? From what I understand so far, it isn't about the choices that we will make, because based on who we are...we would already have made those choice a long time ago. It's always the question of why we make that choice because individuals make choices based on who they are. But here is something that can really hit our noodle. We're human beings...as unique as every individual is, we all live by the same rules, the same natural human system. We all have our emotions, we all react the same way to pain and joy. By that fact...won't that mean when a push comes to shove... at the root core we all will make essentially the same choices?

Not much of a choice isn't it?


I guess we have have to have choices...even though at some part we already chose to be who we already are. It's not about predestiny and fate. I don't believe in that claptrap. It's all about cause and effect. If you are who you are at this very moment, taking the paths you took at this very moment. Then your options in the future will be narrorwed down to the choices you made right now. Its that simple. Change who you are...and the paths will change in the future. But this is for the far future...not the immediete future. You can't change thie options given to you in the near future because it is the effect of what you chose a long time ago.


If we only had the give of foresight, if we only could see the many paths and roads that we take. If we could take what we need rather than kill for what we want. Then choice WOULD be a true choice. Speaking of choices, I've gota choice to either get off my butt and do something or sit in front here and keep typing. As far I work is concerned, I really need to get off my butt and do my assignments. That means I need chocolate...see what I mean by the choices and the effects...:)"



amen to that.

some humour for you and yours - island stylee.

The SETTING: Pageant Night Ms. Universe Beauty Pageant Q & A Portion

THE FINALISTS:

Ms. America
Ms. Spain
Ms. Britain
Ms. Iran
Ms. India
Ms. Philippines
QUESTION: Ms. America, how would you describe a male organ in your country?

MS. AMERICA: Well, I would say that , male organs in America are like gentlemen.

QUESTION: Why do you say that?

MS. AMERICA: Because it stands every time it sees a woman.

(Applause...Applause)

QUESTION: Ms. Spain, how would you describe a male organ in your country?

MS. SPAIN: Male organs in our country are like toros in our very own bullfight.

QUESTION: Why do you say that?

MS. SPAIN: Because it charges every time it sees an opening.

(Applause....Applause)

QUESTION: Ms. Britain, how would you describe a male organ in your country?

MS. BRITAIN: Male organs in our country are like Shakespearian actors.

QUESTION: Why do you say that?

MS. BRITAIN: Because it cries after every performance.

(Applause...Applause)

QUESTION: Ms. Iran, how would you describe a male organ in your country?

MS. IRAN: Well. I can say that male organs in Iran are like thieves.

QUESTION: And why do you say that?

MS. IRAN: Because they always enter through the back door.

(Applause...Applause)

QUESTION: Ms. India, how would you describe a male organ in your country?

MS. INDIA: Well, I can say that a male organ in India is like a laborer.

QUESTION: Why do you say that?

MS. INDIA: Because it works day & night.

(Applause...Applause)

QUESTION: Ms. Philippines, how would you describe a male organ in your country?

MS. PHILIPPINES: Ahh... well, opcors, hihihi... I can say dat male organs in our country are like chismis!

QUESTION: Chismis?

MS. PHILIPPINES: Ayy! Sorry... it's ano, ahh kuwan... it means GOSSIP in our language.

QUESTION: Hmm... interesting comparison. And why do you say that?

MS. PHILIPPINES: Ayy... dyahe! Hihihi! Kasi... I mean... Because... it passes from mouth to mouth.

(STANDING OVATION!)

im have a weird fetish concerning girls with track jackets...the old skool kind. fitted too.

i can't really explain it or identify the origin...it just is.

lazy kid!

i have coaching class in 30 minutes.

i think it's pretty safe to say that im not going.

crap weather, an early morning 9:30 class and a long weekend, well those are the main ingredients of a lazy-skip-day-jay stew.

the m.o.t.w. speaks of being an
introvert.

others are
extroverts.

me, well...i`m just a
pervert.

the sound of a humped animal

call me camel-jay cause i outpee the competition.


no foolin'.

good movie.

see it. more on this later (i gots sleep to do), but for now...
posse out.

slippin'.
i had to stop watching t.v. cause really, there's nothing on. there's a lackage in decent programming, im sorry. and besides, all those maxi pad commercials aren't of the slightest interest to me.

why do girls need those wings anyhow? you planning on flying away or what?!!

anyhow, in this entry imma sorta just flash a bunch of different thoughts im having. in other words, there most likely won't be any connections between anything i say. but then again, you don't care anyhow. shoot, i wouldn't. but yea...

first and foremost, for tomorrow, i'd like to wish my homeboy, fellow outsider, co-radio dj in highskool, lotto ticket buyer/20-pack water bottle carrying slave, fat poker, wise-ass colin a very happy 21st birthday...tomorrow that is. i know the day dude, dont worry. but yea, whcha wanna do this weekend? i think since its ur birthday, and youre probably the only one who would go out and eat indian food with me, it'd only be natural that you go and buy me some grub. tandoori chicken and maybe some curry sounds mighty fine. so yea, i'll let you do that for me..anytime, barfday boy.

ahhh the good ol' days

2 years ago already dude?
(read more about it here)

skool..today was messed. well not really, but r.j. blinebastard has me applying the term "messed" to everything nowadays. bet you didnt even know that did ya fool? so yea, that's messed. decided to take the late Go bus today, considering its a monday, and i wanted to prolong my lay-in-bed-like-a-lazy-monkey-time just a smidge longer. so yea, i took the late GO. saw one of my friends on the same bus. she questioned, "are we gonna be late?" (you must note, this was the late bus. taking this late bus would mean getting to class right on time). i reassured her, "naw, well be there right on time". mind you, this is the egyptian girl with the really big rackage...but you should also note, no, i wasn't oogling her rackage.

im a gentleman.
geez.

so anyways, we're talking about skool and what not...pretty good conversation. talking about the prospectable jobs once we get out or even the prospect of post-graduate studies related to our field. so back to the good stuff...we're walking and talking..walking...talking...and the question came up.
yes, the question of the century that everyone seems to be asking me these days.

this question im referring to comes in various interrelated forms, of course...such as:

so, do you have a girlfriend?.....who's you're girlfriend?....how are the girlies?...where's you're girlfriend?..no girlfriend?...jay..no girlies?...what's goin on with the hunnies?...who's that girl?..hey man, is that your girlfriend?...etc.etc.

the answer is, no! there is no girlfriend. i do not want a girlfriend. i don not have time for a serious girlfriend (i say "serious", does that mean i'd have time for an acting or humourous one?). there is no funding to support a girlfriend. i do not have the brain power to currently have a better half. *jay thinks "who needs a better half when your the best whole?"*

k, i didn't answer like that..i simply said "naw" and reflected the question to her. she agreed, and likewise the "naw, i don't do that" was spit back to me.

no, the "naw i don't do that" didn't mean she's a carpet-muncher, it simply meant she, like me had no time nor energy. and there we go folks, the interesting, and probably the focal pointed interaction of the day.

lesson: university years should be the most selfish years of your life.

but shoot, have some fun too. be young. have fun. drink pepsi.

don't know if that was of any value to you, nor do i care. you people should not, i repeat, SHOULD NOT be on the internet all the time. furthermore, you should not be reading my mumbo-jumbo nonsense. read something productive. stop coming here. really. for your health. let me add to that, you dont even gotta read something productive, go look at porn. excercise your wrists and fingers. us that new purchase from downtown..maybe even get some play outta that doll you copped off ebay. be gone.

so to continue with this day(if youre still here), coaching class ended early but the timing was fucked. too early to catch the late bus, yet too late to catch the current bus. i was not in the mood to sprint across campus to catch a stupid green bus back home on such a gloomy and wind-filled day at odd summer morning hours. so i decided to not catch the bus. i can wait. i headed to the book store and read some magazines. damn, my skool has a nice selection of mags, i gotta tell ya. we got underground hip hop mags...an assortment of fitness mags..art mags...ad busters....fashion mags....car mags...etc. throw in x-rated mags, and the york bookstore is supreme.

so i give the time-piece some attention; great, 15mins left. a whole 15 minutes. from point A to point B, point B being the bookstore, i head my ass over to the arcade, point C. haven't been there in a long long time...so i decided id make a visit. man oh man was i surprised!

they got this new machine..i think i heard about it before, but damn, to see it with my own two eyes was magnificent! it was the fist of the northstar game. the arcade game!




ill say it now, if you've never watched fist of the northstar, get off my page, get your flat-computer-seated-ass to your nearest video store or comic store or specialty store or video store and rent/buy this anime.

i'll give you a little taste...a man hits another man. the other man's head explodes into hundreds of small fragments with blood and guts flying and spraying everywhere. it's beautiful. and this occurs numerous times..enough to make a whole series out of! but yea, cop dat vid.

back to the video game, its a physical one. not simply button pushing and joystick rotations. this one, requires the player to physically hit moving targets that flash at light-speeds (k, maybe not light-speed, but damn fast!) in an attempt to interact and eventualy defeat the on-screen opponent. awesome. i applaud the japanese. genius. as for the game, no, i didn't play. yes, i suck, but i had no loonies (that's the canadian dollar coin) and i wasn't ready to break a ten for a game. so yea, i didn't play. im gonna play though. maybe this week, maybe next week..some day, i will play though. its funny i speak of this. cause a friend of mine (you know who you are) was saying how chinese kids don't play this particular game cause you cant cheat. like that boxing game in the arcade, where you gotta move and shit..and punch..if you notice, its the chinese cats who arent even punching the screen. they just hit the sensors together (sensors in the gloves that you wear when playing. yes boys and girls, im a detailed geek). or the gun games, where they get around the difficulty by placing their index finger in the trigger-loop. from this point, the finger is tapped back and forth, for a faster shot, verses squeezing the trigger (the real way of shooting a gun). STOP CHEATING! this goes for streetfighter too. stop cheating. i'd like to see some good combos. you too r.j., damn addict. but yea, to sum it up, i love video games. and shit...fist of the northstar! (see, i didnt even know how to finish that sentence. i was so excited).

as for the rest of the day, went to the gym, blah blah (monotonous bloggage like other wack journalists - but who am i to judge right? to each their own.) ate a nice pot of sinigang..watched some t.v. and like i said earlier, im now here.

to back-step a bit here, trust me for once and try sinigang with bagoong. believe me. i know im sorta an unorthadox filipino when i do this, but try it out. its da bomb.

on a more serious note (can jay ever be serious???? sure can.) a white man, slapped an asian kid, sorry, a grown young asian man in the back of the head for no apparent reason. hahaha no, not me. but i heard an account today. funny, indeed.

id like to state that im not racist or anti-anything. like i've said in the past, im simply pro-asian. if there's a problem with that, then don't read this. in fact, go to your kitchen, look in the pantry and fridge and make yourself a sandwich. a dick sandwich.

to be blunt, go eat a dick!

with that said, i guess its obvious that i despise racism. racism against my peoples, shoot, that's to another degree. but can you really blame me? in the past, i've tagged along with my dad when he's done jobs for "the charter group". i've worked with my dad. i've been to work with my mom. i've seen it all. it's not fair, believe me. i bet alot of you, yourselves have been victimized by ignorance at some point or another. maybe you haven't..but im sure you have. then again, maybe you overlooked it....im telling you with the snap of my finger, wake up now.

as for the "accountant" who this account (with the head slapping) accounts for, don't be hostile. you were right in your actions (or lack of). just laugh it off...to an extent. i stress, an extent.

as for me, ill be straight forward with all of you. i use the white man's education to eventually not be under the white man's thumb like a cockroach. you all should strive for this. now, this doesn't mean imma be over them - of course not. i simply want, at the bear minimum, equality. AT THE BEAR MINIMUM.

use the system! work through the system...that's my current motto. hostility, well....that's the last resort. brains before fists. or brains before malatov cocktails.

whether you wanna believe it or not, it's their world.

but i reserve myself. there are alternative paths, but im sure you all know, these are currently not scheduled on the agenda of my life. although, there is a capacity to be capable.
know that. but yea...im reserved.

will any minority group ever be truly free?

as for the the term "minority", how are groups "minority" when their populations obviously excel the charter group ranges?
ever think about that? go back and re-read the statement twice, or maybe even thrice.

minority in what sense?

pro-asian. not anti-anything.

let that be stressed.

and yea, for your personal information and satisfaction, i have all types of friends . all races, relgions and of course my favourite, sexes. holla.



as for now, there's supposed to be some sorta three's company, made for t.v. movie special on. if you're reading this, check your local listings, im sure it's on in your town.

one last thing...i went to the mall this weekend. this time, to actually do some shopping for gear as opposed to cutting through to get home. so i wanted gear. shopped around with my bro. i noticed, everyone is going for the unification of the perfect gender.
that is, they eventually want a perfect being with a single gender present. asexual probably. i thought i'd only read about this in science fiction novels or observe such ideas through film. boy was i wrong. i can only conclude this is becoming a reality.

im speaking of guy's clothes. when did everyone decide to cut their balls off? is this the new trend? there's the extremes nowadays. there's the hardcore thug at the negative end. on the opposite extreme (i wont say "positive" cause its not positive) there's the fancy/pretty boy look.

i think i fall neutral.

but back to gear, sandblasted, low-rise flares????!! FOR MEN?!! tight shiny shirts and jackets that reflect light?!! the "jesus shirt" like enrique iglesias where the neckline dips, even sometimes supplemented with the draw strings and criss-cross weaving? the flowers on the denims with bedazzler studs?!!
where's all the good gear at? guy takes a leave of absence from the mall and everything turns topsy-turvy. my lawd!.

more on this some other time...im missing out on that three's company special.

ha! three's company. its only one of my favourite sitcoms of all time!


man, that's a good show.

and one last last thing, that i had to mention...team canada are world hockey champions!!!! ya betta ax somebodeh!!!
i talk to much don't i?

have a good one.

as for mother's day, i practice what i preach (see two entries down).

itchy eyes.

the green mile is a good movie. it was on t.v. last night and it really made me think about how this world is in need of more humanity and how.....

the death penalty sucks ass.


ssssssssssssssssss



somehow, killing solves killing in our world.

that makes 6 movies i've watched this month. and it's only the second week. it would be 7 if you count the 2nd time i watched monsters inc. with my niece and nephew.

that's a whole lotta plot.

happy mother's day

give her a kiss. a hug. some flowers. pamper her. not just today, but everyday.

if it wasn't for her, your ugly mug wouldn't be here.

how far down does the rabbit hole go?
a boy got stabbed twice. he lost a lung in the process. although this would appear to be a great loss to the human anatomy and function of the body, smoking is still on the chap's agenda.

do you understand the ugly grip that addiction has around life's neck? this obviously illustrates how the body is capable of defeating the mind. he know's he has one lung, yet he continues this habit.

matter under mind is key.

anyhow, the matrix was on t.v. i stayed home (yes on a friday) to watch. staying in was not in the order of that, however. im really tired. i think its the summerskool schedule.
yea, most likely, that and my allergies..its like my eyes are puffy.

me needs eyedrops!

one more note, i can't wait to watch matrix reloaded next week. i sound like a geek, and im not sorry.

sorry to all though however, i cant watch with you. imma see it with my bros. so sucks to be you (maybe).

happy weekend.

damn that's a good movie.

damn im up late.

damn i gotta wake up in 4 hours.

in regards to the previous entry, its on showcase.

i found that out when linking the network sites. so there.

see, i look out for you, my viewers. im so nice. well, not really. im evil. very evil. muhahahhaahahaha




support those indie films ya heard!

bear witness to the fitness.

9am went to the gym with mark. improved my back health and did 1/2 an hour of intense cardio.

730pm gal-pal em, from univerisity of western ontario up in boonie-london, decided that since she cut off all aspects of fitness during her finals, and had no choice but to eat nothing but harvey's and manchu wok for the duration of examination, that poor jay, the york dork kin major, and past year personal trainer would bear the short end of her unfit stick. in other words, she called me up to go for a run. why did she call me? well, we havent seen eachother in awhile, nor trained together....but realistically, its cause she knew i never turn down a workout. brilliant jerkette, she is.

im not complaining mind you. i could do nothing but benefit from an evening jog. man im feeling good today though. that was point. that was the point of this entry. thank you. me feeling extra fit while typing this and eating an apple too. water on the side. thats about glass number 9. holla. that means pee you could almost bottle and re-sell.

aside from that, my eyes are burning. is this the start of my allergy season? crap. i hate pollen. i hate it with an extreme passion.

one last note, check out the movie ghostdog tonite on showcase or bravo (if u live in canada). itll air at 1120pm (thats pretty darn soon, i know)..uncut which is good. indie film which is good. based on the book, "hagakure" which i read. cant really call it a novel, its more of a self-help book for the samurai. but yea, nuff said. check that shit out. good flick. trust me.

haha i like when i make short phrases with little concern for grammatical mechanics. its all in my emphasis. feel me? good.

All
Day
I
Dream
About
Sex


daddy got some new hops.
for that lemon-lime twang in your everyday lifestyle.

hey! what's the big idea?

imma ask this question once, and once only...

who the fuck ate my last few sour patch kids?!!


urrrghhhhhhh!!


its ok though, aside from the empty pack of sour kids, i got a full row of maple cream cookies here. so im sorta rest-assured.

sorta.

*steams

fit finley: the belfast bruiser!

yeah!@!!!

a coach is more than just a coach. they're a personified kick in the ass.



famous lines:

"You'll be able to spit nails, kid. Like the guy says, you're gonna eat lightning and you're gonna crap thunder. You're gonna become a very dangerous person."


...and..


"get up you sonovabitch! cause mickey loves you."



nice. but im kinda iffy about using such methodology when coaching kids. dont think that'd be the best path.

the 1st day.

it was cold while waiting at the stop. on my first day too..had to be like this...IN MAY! now ive got some slight sniffles. great. im not supposed to get sick more than once a year! wok the heck.

get to class and its a rather small and intimate class setting compared to the 200 to 700 seat lectures im used to. this class has 50 so everyone by the end, should know everyone. i noticed there were alot of upper year students in there with me. i was probably one of the youngest. heres where i implant my question(s) into the entry:

does every girl at my skool have blonde hair and wear summer gear all the time??

also...

is every guy but me taking steroids?!!

geezus.

as for coaching, that solid, breakless/intermission 3 hours went by in a flash. its an interesting course. imma be honest and say id never think it would be. i was wrong. theres some good stuff to know in there. oh yea, guess who had to present a scenario in front of the class on the first day?...aint no thing though. kinda liked presenting, gets all that first day awkwardness outta the way. now i can do as i please since the ice has been cracked.

one more thing, i thought id be borrowing my friend's coaching manual for this term. whatta sham! theyre making us all buy a copy regardless cause they have a set number to sell or something. otherwise, some people dont get a grade or some bogus excuse like that.

that's the wackness right there.

as for me, i gotta decide what kinda coach i wanna specialize as..im thinking track and field.

myself, over the past few years, ive taking an interest in the sport and shifted away from team sports. personally, in terms of solo sports, i like to compete on my own. that way, if you mess up, you got noone to blame or noone able to put blame on you, but yourself; that's my reason (partially).

so i think track and field is the path imma take...either that or men's gymnastics.

well nuff of this boring ass entry.

look out for the more spectacular entries next time. or not.

peace.

mmm..mrs. kelly hu de los Reyes. has a nice ring to it.
my, what long nails you have.
oh, the better to pick your nose with my dear!!

even when she`s dying she`s hot. but hey, no lines for my asian sisters?!! c`mon dawg. i guess she`s just supposed to be submissive and exotic right? i see how it is.


k, last one. my wife has to wear executive suits. she has to. she has to look like this...well minus the gun of course. and when she`s at home, she can just be naked, with me. together. naked. and we`ll play. together. nakedly. but again, any other time, she has to wear executive suits. thank you.

back to reality.

about summerskool tomorrow, i dont have any paper...no binder...unsure about spare lead...very little ink left in my pen...im not even sure if i have any more passes for the bus. oh well. its funny, cause never in my life did i ever think id have to take summerskool. then again, idont have to, im just planning wisely for my third year. but back to the fact, in all of my 20 years in academia, id never think id be spending the least bit of my precious down time in class.

then again, i learned from the summer following my first year in university that 4 months is lonnnnnnnnng. its a long long time! so in other words, it aint so bad.

g'day.

aww summerskool.

i shall pause and assess the situation...

(seconds later)


yaaaay! summerskool at york!!!

yaaay...york girls during the summer.


come to your own conclusions here.

sunny sundays

drool is really disgusting when its on your pillow and you roll your face over it.

it flickers...must be a loose connection.


this is my skool.
the flashing building is where imma be for the next month or so, 3times a week, for 3 hours a day.

you must be wondering why its flashing. well wonder no longer. its flashing cause thats where i am. im such a spectacle, i tend to illuminate everywhere i go and every building i enter. my presence leaves people awestruck and structures glowing.

either that or there's a bomb...or traces of plutonium in the bedrock. either, or.

i like the fact that after highschool everyone just cuts off everyone else.

i like the fact that when your in need of some support, there's rarely any available, yet in the future, theres a high possibility that these same people are most likely gonna be jocking you after you gain your success..yes, this is unofficially certain.

i like the fact that i can forsee how things are gonna end up in the future.

i like the fact that this world is fucked up.

i like the fact that you embrace my cynicism.

i was being sarcastic. i think it all sucks ass. maybe thats just a part of getting old.

ive realized some sure signs that im getting old. two of those being:
1. you dont really have a keen interest in the new artists making music these days. youd rather listen to your old favourites or simply old(er) tunes

2. you think all individuals younger than you are inferior. in relation to that, you feel that theyre all corrupt in their lifestyles and morals and you claim that yourself, and anyone else your age, was never like that during that time period in life.

YES, THESE ARE SURE SIGNS...note them.

one last thing. big brother #2 finished university this past thursday. i say with great sibling pride that he's an electrical engineer. check his pinky, for he is the lord of the ring.
its been a long journey, and its now gonna all pay off. the world is his oyster.

(i need some of that oyster bidness)


truly a source of inspiration..that goes for both of my brothers - most definitely. thank you God.

about the robot he made for his thesis...i hope that thing doesnt kill me in my sleep. that's my biggest fear right now.

one last note, does anyone who rides the GObus from square to York U wanna sell me their partially and un-needed-for-the-summer 10-trip passes????? i did the math. yes, itd be more economical to buy 3 ten trip passes VS 1 month pass for my summerskool session...if so, holla at me.

if not, does anyone make counterfeit montly GO passes? if so, holla at me just the same.


*bus driver on intercom*
"next stop..square one...THE SQUARE."
(the square??? okay, cool guy.)

is that jay in the second last row, drooling on the seat?? naaaw couldn't be.
is it?



good nite.

what da fock!!

damn...start summerskool tomorrow. this sucks ass.

aside from that..i've now concluded that all jasons are fucked up.

there was that guy from x-men...there's jason from the friday the 13th movies...jason from jamiroquai..hes talented yes, but messed up and coked up too...theres blah..and blah blah..blah blee...and blah...and oh yeah......theres me. see. point proven.

good nite tonite was..jus chillin with the posse. its funny that weve all known eachother since elementary skool..although i havnt been officially part of the crew since about gr. 11, its still interesting to see that we've had contact this long...as for us being friends....what the fuck is wrong with you guys? are u sick? must be if youre friends with me...messed up chaps.

its sunday..oh!

x marks the spot..X-MEN!
(we need a bib over here for this man!!!)


(i'd let her kick me around)
...good movie...


...good movie...


...good movie...


(she can put her armpit in my face any day!)
...good movie...


...good movie...


...good movie...

but seriously, see it..its a good movie. blew away the first one guy! blockbuster smash hit guy! awesome guy, i swear man. awesome! hahaha who talks like that?!!