Friday, February 28, 2003
awww man
r.i.p. mr. rogers.
he blessed all of our lives in some way or another
if you didnt watch mr. rogers..then you probably turned out really fucked up as a young adult.
as for rite now...im done making notes for my health exam. phew..i hate these group effort-make notes on that chapter-bullshit. i got the longest chapter. never again, will i put into these group efforts. im tellin' ya, my notes are the most in-depth, detailed notes...we'll see what the others bring to the table.
this shit is reminiscent of grade skool and some hiskool; i always seemed to put in the most in my group works..i hate loafers...i really do. pull your own fucking weight! but once again, i shouldn't jump to my own conclusions..we shall see....
r.i.p. mr. rogers.
he blessed all of our lives in some way or another
if you didnt watch mr. rogers..then you probably turned out really fucked up as a young adult.
as for rite now...im done making notes for my health exam. phew..i hate these group effort-make notes on that chapter-bullshit. i got the longest chapter. never again, will i put into these group efforts. im tellin' ya, my notes are the most in-depth, detailed notes...we'll see what the others bring to the table.
this shit is reminiscent of grade skool and some hiskool; i always seemed to put in the most in my group works..i hate loafers...i really do. pull your own fucking weight! but once again, i shouldn't jump to my own conclusions..we shall see....
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
i like it when you wake up..and how when you do your morning calisthetics..and stretches, you get a nice
crack crack crack...snap..crackle crackle....
what am i? a fucking box of cereal?!!
what am i? a fucking box of cereal?!!
Monday, February 24, 2003
Saturday, February 22, 2003
i just woke up. i had a terrible dream. it was almost a nitemare. there's no doubt that i was REM (rapid eye movement sleep...when you dream, but more to it than that) sleep.
aside from that, i woke up to the t.v. blasting some kinda 1950's show tunes. either my mom was watching the stooges or some cartoons. i have no clue. shit was scary. i feel sleep deprived. i can't go back to sleep though. not that im scared...it's just that my body says, "no you jackass..get up and do some homework...do something!".
thus, i am forced to begin my day NOW.
BACK TO THE HOUSE OF PAIN SOON...it's ok. skool is privilage, not a right.
put that in your pipe and smoke it people.
aside from that, i woke up to the t.v. blasting some kinda 1950's show tunes. either my mom was watching the stooges or some cartoons. i have no clue. shit was scary. i feel sleep deprived. i can't go back to sleep though. not that im scared...it's just that my body says, "no you jackass..get up and do some homework...do something!".
thus, i am forced to begin my day NOW.
BACK TO THE HOUSE OF PAIN SOON...it's ok. skool is privilage, not a right.
put that in your pipe and smoke it people.
Friday, February 21, 2003
mild...that's good
im up so early. i feel good. i just dropped my brother off to the train station, i've found some time to make an entry, and yes, there's a bid day ahead.
gonna shower, dig into my eggs, spam and rice, then head off to city hall and do some research for my social
science.
"why is he doing research for a social science?
i would ask myself the same the question right about now, but its obvious..there are electives that need to be taken throughout university. you thought it would just end in highschool? naaaaaw..there are more. buy anways, off to the hall of the city soon.
it's wikked weather outside. feelin' like its spring..and i know this isn't gonna last that long, so im taking advantage of the conditions. and besides, its my last day of reading week. might as well do something productive. who knows? maybe i'll go for a run later too...but then again, maybe not. peace out homies. imma go catch some rays..and what's more....i have the car today! holla.
im up so early. i feel good. i just dropped my brother off to the train station, i've found some time to make an entry, and yes, there's a bid day ahead.
gonna shower, dig into my eggs, spam and rice, then head off to city hall and do some research for my social
science.
"why is he doing research for a social science?
i would ask myself the same the question right about now, but its obvious..there are electives that need to be taken throughout university. you thought it would just end in highschool? naaaaaw..there are more. buy anways, off to the hall of the city soon.
it's wikked weather outside. feelin' like its spring..and i know this isn't gonna last that long, so im taking advantage of the conditions. and besides, its my last day of reading week. might as well do something productive. who knows? maybe i'll go for a run later too...but then again, maybe not. peace out homies. imma go catch some rays..and what's more....i have the car today! holla.
Monday, February 17, 2003
ok then, we're gonna have to do this the hard way...since that link didn't work, i have no choice but to post the damn thing up.
i had no choice. shit.
i sure hope swollen members are watchin' their backs, marco looks fucking hungry, and there's not a bowl of chips in sight!!!
i had no choice. shit.
i sure hope swollen members are watchin' their backs, marco looks fucking hungry, and there's not a bowl of chips in sight!!!
holy shit! he's bigger than life itself!
everyone take some fuckin cover! seriously. call the police, the national guard, godzilla...fuck, just get some backup! quick.
honestly though, you guys (especially people i know) gotta stop taking stupid pictures of yourselves and producing these ridiculous banners. i mean, if you were trying to be funny, then props. but if you were serious and/or tryin to have a dope picture on your supposed dope ass webpage? stop. please. halt.
thank you.
everyone take some fuckin cover! seriously. call the police, the national guard, godzilla...fuck, just get some backup! quick.
honestly though, you guys (especially people i know) gotta stop taking stupid pictures of yourselves and producing these ridiculous banners. i mean, if you were trying to be funny, then props. but if you were serious and/or tryin to have a dope picture on your supposed dope ass webpage? stop. please. halt.
thank you.
free
they say idle time is the devil's play thing. seeing that i have a whole week off, a la reading week, who knows what kinds of things will happpen now. all types of bad are likely to happen. maybe the devil will make me do my kine labs. yea, that's bad. or maybe i'll be forced to work on my paper due tuesday. these are all idle time celebrations. no fooling.
the devil...he's gonna make me do things i know it. im scared.
they say idle time is the devil's play thing. seeing that i have a whole week off, a la reading week, who knows what kinds of things will happpen now. all types of bad are likely to happen. maybe the devil will make me do my kine labs. yea, that's bad. or maybe i'll be forced to work on my paper due tuesday. these are all idle time celebrations. no fooling.
the devil...he's gonna make me do things i know it. im scared.
Saturday, February 15, 2003
pawk on ma fawk
"who needs war when you can have me instead?"
im a health freak. i get my daily veggies and fruits along with 8 glasses etc. but man ohh man, when i swing by those asian supermarkets or restaurants, i just go nuts. something takes over me.
millions chant the same glorious chant heard world wide:
"we want pork, now war!"
there's nothing quite like seeing a roasted pig, or bbq'd ducks and chicken to really give your mouth the water-works. however, i won't eat duck. ill stir away from that. i haven't touched duck in about 4 years. and since i raised my duckling in oac bio, im kinda scared that any duck, could in fact, be my duck. since we bonded, and i was it's father, i don't have the heart to eat duck. i'd rather eat human. human's are cold-hearted creatures, therefore, there'd be no guilt on my mind.
im kidding about the humans by the way; no need to call the authorities.
but yea, that pork was gewwwwwwwwwwwwwd!
about today, and more important things, there were world demonstrations and protest opposing the war all day. from rome with their millions, to paris, to australia to even here in toronto, it was known that the people are against war. its good to know that people all over, share your views. it really is. there's a sense of solidarity there.
my dad recently said," they should just go to war already. i don't know why they wait." (to be said in fatherly filipino accent).
all i could do was disagree in my head. we've had that discussion before, and its clear that my dad holds his old ways tightly with a white knuckled fist. its good to know that our generations have elevated beyond that. learning and evolving is always good. always.
in other, other news, the mayor of mississauga (that be my hood), hazel mcCallion
was struck yesterday in streetsville, by a pick up truck as she
crossed the street. she's ok; just a sprained elbow. nothing that can't be fixed. but for that jackass who drove the pickup..ohhhh man, is he gonna get it! how do you hit the mayor?!! jackass. fines will surely be laid.
i like our mayor. she's been mayor for more than 20 years. that's longer than i've been breathing, so you know she's gotta be doing something right. sorry, if i must take pride in where i live. she never has us in debt if you compare her work to any of the past toronto mayors. she ensures our city is clean. and heck, i don't think anyone (k. maybe the pope) could do a better job of ensuring multicultural diversity in such a small (well not that small anymore) suburban town...err dare i say, city. mississauga, gotta love it. amen to that, and God bless hazel.
say no to war and yes to roast pork.
"who needs war when you can have me instead?"
im a health freak. i get my daily veggies and fruits along with 8 glasses etc. but man ohh man, when i swing by those asian supermarkets or restaurants, i just go nuts. something takes over me.
millions chant the same glorious chant heard world wide:
"we want pork, now war!"
there's nothing quite like seeing a roasted pig, or bbq'd ducks and chicken to really give your mouth the water-works. however, i won't eat duck. ill stir away from that. i haven't touched duck in about 4 years. and since i raised my duckling in oac bio, im kinda scared that any duck, could in fact, be my duck. since we bonded, and i was it's father, i don't have the heart to eat duck. i'd rather eat human. human's are cold-hearted creatures, therefore, there'd be no guilt on my mind.
im kidding about the humans by the way; no need to call the authorities.
but yea, that pork was gewwwwwwwwwwwwwd!
about today, and more important things, there were world demonstrations and protest opposing the war all day. from rome with their millions, to paris, to australia to even here in toronto, it was known that the people are against war. its good to know that people all over, share your views. it really is. there's a sense of solidarity there.
my dad recently said," they should just go to war already. i don't know why they wait." (to be said in fatherly filipino accent).
all i could do was disagree in my head. we've had that discussion before, and its clear that my dad holds his old ways tightly with a white knuckled fist. its good to know that our generations have elevated beyond that. learning and evolving is always good. always.
in other, other news, the mayor of mississauga (that be my hood), hazel mcCallion
was struck yesterday in streetsville, by a pick up truck as she
crossed the street. she's ok; just a sprained elbow. nothing that can't be fixed. but for that jackass who drove the pickup..ohhhh man, is he gonna get it! how do you hit the mayor?!! jackass. fines will surely be laid.
i like our mayor. she's been mayor for more than 20 years. that's longer than i've been breathing, so you know she's gotta be doing something right. sorry, if i must take pride in where i live. she never has us in debt if you compare her work to any of the past toronto mayors. she ensures our city is clean. and heck, i don't think anyone (k. maybe the pope) could do a better job of ensuring multicultural diversity in such a small (well not that small anymore) suburban town...err dare i say, city. mississauga, gotta love it. amen to that, and God bless hazel.
i trained my legs yesterday. i rarely train my legs due to the fact that i believe my particular pair is a bit overdeveloped. anyhow, im not bragging, im dead serious, i have legs that i feel are unproportional to the rest of my body. anyhow, i trained them cause i felt more work could be done to keep them striated and defined.
so back to my point, i trained them yesterday, i rarely train them. in fact, i think a large part of my leg was beginning to atrophy. i did my usual top secret routine, which i will not share with anyone openly. so ask if you need a workout (otherwise, i train for free, just ask. i jus wanna hear you ask haha). so i don't train my legs. damn i like to get off track when blogging. that mean's i was heading for soreness city for sure. which is today; and even a large part of yesterday for that matter. i could go into lactic acid build up while training and how endorphins localize in that particular area to inhibit pain during training, but that would just leave alot of you left in the dark. besides, im not one to leave my readers lost and clueless.
so i had a lot of pain in my legs. not from overtraining, just from lack of usage. my legs were rusty. as a result, i had a large build up of endorphine in my body. the production of this stuff, was exceeding my uptake. therefore, i was feeling equivalent to the dude who gets a bit too much morphine. morphine, im sure we all know is a pain killer. endorphine is our natural painkiller. anyhow, i've been feeling pretty sedated for these past two days. im sure alot of you realized that last night when you didnt hear from me. sorry yall i was out colder than the the bag of peas in your freezer. im still "at ease" here. oh well, i like it. just some of the benefits of training. i like this pain in a sick way, at the same time, i like the release of these "painkillers". it's a so-called (passe term) "natural high". peace out. im up for more training. cardio too, holla.
posterior view of the thigh region
holla. semimembranosus and semitendonosis.
i still gots my anatomy skills.
yet, that doesn't excuse the fact that im sore as bitch.
so back to my point, i trained them yesterday, i rarely train them. in fact, i think a large part of my leg was beginning to atrophy. i did my usual top secret routine, which i will not share with anyone openly. so ask if you need a workout (otherwise, i train for free, just ask. i jus wanna hear you ask haha). so i don't train my legs. damn i like to get off track when blogging. that mean's i was heading for soreness city for sure. which is today; and even a large part of yesterday for that matter. i could go into lactic acid build up while training and how endorphins localize in that particular area to inhibit pain during training, but that would just leave alot of you left in the dark. besides, im not one to leave my readers lost and clueless.
so i had a lot of pain in my legs. not from overtraining, just from lack of usage. my legs were rusty. as a result, i had a large build up of endorphine in my body. the production of this stuff, was exceeding my uptake. therefore, i was feeling equivalent to the dude who gets a bit too much morphine. morphine, im sure we all know is a pain killer. endorphine is our natural painkiller. anyhow, i've been feeling pretty sedated for these past two days. im sure alot of you realized that last night when you didnt hear from me. sorry yall i was out colder than the the bag of peas in your freezer. im still "at ease" here. oh well, i like it. just some of the benefits of training. i like this pain in a sick way, at the same time, i like the release of these "painkillers". it's a so-called (passe term) "natural high". peace out. im up for more training. cardio too, holla.
posterior view of the thigh region
holla. semimembranosus and semitendonosis.
i still gots my anatomy skills.
yet, that doesn't excuse the fact that im sore as bitch.
after eating this partcular bag of shrimp chips, i rub my finger, the index one, along the shiny silver interior bottom. the the salty-spicy flavourings left on the the bed of the beg, provide me with tastegasms beyond any pleasures obtained before.
shrimpy. salty. spicy. how can you lose with those players on your team?
shrimpy. salty. spicy. how can you lose with those players on your team?
reading week is here!
yet i have nothing to do. no funds, no plans, nada. seeing that alot of my friends dont have a reading week that coincides with mine (r.j. your excused), there's nothing really i can do.
anyhow did i ever mention how much i like shrimp chips? if i didn't. i just did. 69cents for spicy ones. who can disagree with that?
holla its sunny bud frigid. i frigidaire you to go run outside in this canadian bullshit. i double frigidaire you to do it in your undies.
yet i have nothing to do. no funds, no plans, nada. seeing that alot of my friends dont have a reading week that coincides with mine (r.j. your excused), there's nothing really i can do.
anyhow did i ever mention how much i like shrimp chips? if i didn't. i just did. 69cents for spicy ones. who can disagree with that?
holla its sunny bud frigid. i frigidaire you to go run outside in this canadian bullshit. i double frigidaire you to do it in your undies.
Friday, February 14, 2003
wanna make sandwiches, my valentine?
happy st. valentines day. unfortunately i don't have any attachments to celebrate this discrimanatory holiday with. which puts me at a downfall. but actually, it's good at the same time. BECAUSE I DON'T WANT A GIRLFRIEND! rather, i'd just have girls who are friends *ahem* with special special privilages. anyhow, take care of your significant others on this day. but to think back on what valentine's day was...hmm??? i keep picturing having to buy a 20 pack of ducktales or scooby doo valentine's day cards at the nearest drugstore, only to buy an extra 10 or 15 pack. and only to be forced, by my elementary school teachers to hand out valentines to everyone. what's the fucking meaning of that?
was it to provide children with delusionary outlooks on their lives? to have them believe that, yes, everyone does love you. my ass. im sorry, but that' is not true. michael hogan, micheal ross, let it be known that wherever you are today, i don not love you, and i never wanted you to be my valentine. nor did i want some girls to be my valentine, ahem fat-ass marlene and/or jessica. that's some messed up stuff teachers put you through. in a catholic school too. c'mon is that really ethical? whatta crock of shit. and about me having to buy that extra fifteen pack, those kid valentine card companies are frauds! all of them. they know there are, on average, 28 kids per class in elementary school classrooms. why make only 20 packs? geez. did they believe 8 kids in every class did'nt deserve a valentine? or maybe they thought that 8 of them didn't show up on that day because st. valentine's day conflicted with their religion. anyhow, it's all love.
i love me
but that doesn't, in no shape or form, imply or mean anything having to do with masturbation. i just say i love me 'cause i can't say i love you.
damn im brilliant, but at the same time, cynical. have a nice day lovey dovies. and yatman, no touching thighs. u sicko.
by the way, they now have 30 packs of valentines. i saw in a flyer. lucky kids.
don't ferget to pack yer hats;
there are too many uneducated filipinos running around. we certainly don't need more.
im glad im a scientist. otherwise i wouldn't be able to hit you on a scientific tip, during valentine's day.
happy st. valentines day. unfortunately i don't have any attachments to celebrate this discrimanatory holiday with. which puts me at a downfall. but actually, it's good at the same time. BECAUSE I DON'T WANT A GIRLFRIEND! rather, i'd just have girls who are friends *ahem* with special special privilages. anyhow, take care of your significant others on this day. but to think back on what valentine's day was...hmm??? i keep picturing having to buy a 20 pack of ducktales or scooby doo valentine's day cards at the nearest drugstore, only to buy an extra 10 or 15 pack. and only to be forced, by my elementary school teachers to hand out valentines to everyone. what's the fucking meaning of that?
was it to provide children with delusionary outlooks on their lives? to have them believe that, yes, everyone does love you. my ass. im sorry, but that' is not true. michael hogan, micheal ross, let it be known that wherever you are today, i don not love you, and i never wanted you to be my valentine. nor did i want some girls to be my valentine, ahem fat-ass marlene and/or jessica. that's some messed up stuff teachers put you through. in a catholic school too. c'mon is that really ethical? whatta crock of shit. and about me having to buy that extra fifteen pack, those kid valentine card companies are frauds! all of them. they know there are, on average, 28 kids per class in elementary school classrooms. why make only 20 packs? geez. did they believe 8 kids in every class did'nt deserve a valentine? or maybe they thought that 8 of them didn't show up on that day because st. valentine's day conflicted with their religion. anyhow, it's all love.
i love me
but that doesn't, in no shape or form, imply or mean anything having to do with masturbation. i just say i love me 'cause i can't say i love you.
damn im brilliant, but at the same time, cynical. have a nice day lovey dovies. and yatman, no touching thighs. u sicko.
by the way, they now have 30 packs of valentines. i saw in a flyer. lucky kids.
don't ferget to pack yer hats;
there are too many uneducated filipinos running around. we certainly don't need more.
im glad im a scientist. otherwise i wouldn't be able to hit you on a scientific tip, during valentine's day.
I am
a young powerful karate warrior. i used to inherit
martial style from my grandfather and mother, but later
i learned ancient karate style. i have evil power
within myself, but i also have a gentle heart
from my deceased mother.
take Which Tekken Character Are You test!
Thursday, February 13, 2003
some people, and some things are just not worth understanding. therfore, fuck them all!
muhahahhaahaahahaahahahhaahahhaahahhaahahah
absolutely perfect
i've been offline for what? half a week? i havn't watched t.v. lately either. well, real t.v. that is. mainly just the news. i was reading rav's blog and i noticed that curt hennig passed away? why? how? who? that totally sucks. he was one of my all time favourite wrestlers. the perfectPlex. c'mon, you try and do that shit. that requires straight perfection right there.
rest in peace curt.
i've been offline for what? half a week? i havn't watched t.v. lately either. well, real t.v. that is. mainly just the news. i was reading rav's blog and i noticed that curt hennig passed away? why? how? who? that totally sucks. he was one of my all time favourite wrestlers. the perfectPlex. c'mon, you try and do that shit. that requires straight perfection right there.
rest in peace curt.
6am in toronto time...its my day off. what the hell is wrong with me? someone kick my ass and make me go back to sleep. geez.
on another note, its unoffically reading week! hollerrrrrrrr.
on another note, its unoffically reading week! hollerrrrrrrr.
Sunday, February 09, 2003
holy geeeeez..i forgot bout this picture. good stuff colin. good stuff.
there's more where that came from.
i like ending my day off on the net. i just surf..and blog..or mainly just surf. i even hold my crap in because i feel that the internet is much more important than relieving myself through a bowel movement. whether this will mess up my insides in the long run, is of no concern for me. i have come to the realization that, yes, you can, in fact, become addicted to the internet. its the latest craze. it's a real authentic addiction. it affects your life. messes you up physically and screws up your head. it even gets in the way of daily scheduling. ohhh sweet internet, how i love the way you've fucked me up. thank you. sincerely.
and now, for a picture. this picuture is just a filler. it really has nothing to do with anything. i just felt ive been typing alot lately. too much text can get kinda boring. well at least that's what i think. i tend to learn and/or read better with visual supplements.
be thankful. what i originally had in store, i rethunk. i counted to 10, had you guys on my mind, and decided against it. what i should note is driving a motorcycle without a helmet is dangerous. more dangerous than michael jackson and the flip mode squad combined.
and now, for a picture. this picuture is just a filler. it really has nothing to do with anything. i just felt ive been typing alot lately. too much text can get kinda boring. well at least that's what i think. i tend to learn and/or read better with visual supplements.
be thankful. what i originally had in store, i rethunk. i counted to 10, had you guys on my mind, and decided against it. what i should note is driving a motorcycle without a helmet is dangerous. more dangerous than michael jackson and the flip mode squad combined.
oh yea, it should be mentioned that last night was fun fun fun.
dinner and casino. that's fun. happy day-after birthday japes! shit you're oldskool.
dinner and casino. that's fun. happy day-after birthday japes! shit you're oldskool.
slang tongue
i'd like to take a moment to clarify some misunderstandings goin on today with the verbology of today's youth. we'll attempt to translate.
here we go...
straight ballin' (jacked off ramblings): im a fucking idiot. i wish i had money. one day i'll have money. if i do ever have money, im gonna buy lotsa ice. im gonna buy lotsa gucci printed shit (air force ones, car seat covers, fruit of the looms etc.)
"styyyllll guy" or "still guy" or simple and plain "still.": i have no knowledge of what the fuck im saying. i agree totally with whatever we're discussing. however, im sucha baller that i don't need to finish my sentence. therefore, you should assume what i mean. still.
hott in herrrr:im so bloody pussy i need a fuckin kotex. i cant pronounce shit anymore cause cats from the streets were beating the shit outta my ass as i was coming up. i have facial nerve damage. that kinda explains why i cant pronounce the long 'e' sounds.. i didnt wanna fix that surgically. there are more important things where my cash should go...like to my air force ones (gucci print up in herrrrre, ma dirteh!).
yes, these were just three. there are more to come. however, i must dedicate an hour of my life to God right now. peace out homies. its sunday and there's sunshine. that's why it's sun-day.
i'd like to take a moment to clarify some misunderstandings goin on today with the verbology of today's youth. we'll attempt to translate.
here we go...
straight ballin' (jacked off ramblings): im a fucking idiot. i wish i had money. one day i'll have money. if i do ever have money, im gonna buy lotsa ice. im gonna buy lotsa gucci printed shit (air force ones, car seat covers, fruit of the looms etc.)
"styyyllll guy" or "still guy" or simple and plain "still.": i have no knowledge of what the fuck im saying. i agree totally with whatever we're discussing. however, im sucha baller that i don't need to finish my sentence. therefore, you should assume what i mean. still.
hott in herrrr:im so bloody pussy i need a fuckin kotex. i cant pronounce shit anymore cause cats from the streets were beating the shit outta my ass as i was coming up. i have facial nerve damage. that kinda explains why i cant pronounce the long 'e' sounds.. i didnt wanna fix that surgically. there are more important things where my cash should go...like to my air force ones (gucci print up in herrrrre, ma dirteh!).
yes, these were just three. there are more to come. however, i must dedicate an hour of my life to God right now. peace out homies. its sunday and there's sunshine. that's why it's sun-day.
some chick on aa noted me. she requested a chat sometime. i go to check her page, there are naked pictures.
NAKED PICTURES!
stupid whore. i have no respect for that shit. therefore, i will not chat. besides, she ain't all that. but nevertheless, i wouldn't of chatted with that anyhow. yes, i said that. if you hold yourself up as an object, i have no other path of choice to take but to objectify you. payce ho-bags.
stupid whore. i have no respect for that shit. therefore, i will not chat. besides, she ain't all that. but nevertheless, i wouldn't of chatted with that anyhow. yes, i said that. if you hold yourself up as an object, i have no other path of choice to take but to objectify you. payce ho-bags.
Saturday, February 08, 2003
did i mention that i stayed home to study again last night? that's three consecutive fridays.
j.p. is oldskool!
happy birthday nonetheless homie!
man its sunny. but hey, that's good. im now off to the gym. long day ahead. lonnnnnnnnnnnng. i don't have to make any penis length implications here. its simply a long day.
happy birthday nonetheless homie!
man its sunny. but hey, that's good. im now off to the gym. long day ahead. lonnnnnnnnnnnng. i don't have to make any penis length implications here. its simply a long day.
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
it feels like my balls are breathing. what's up with that?
oops.
as i ran outta tutorial during the break, i cut a really tight hallway corner. around the bend, a man was walking in the centre, blocking all access to even the slightest chance of hallway passage. i almost didn't catch his presence. i was about to say, "watch where you're goin asshole". but then i realized he was blind. he had the walking stick and shades and everything.
ever since that moment, ive been re-playin and creating various possibilities of what would happen if i had uttered my wiseass remark.
here are three accounts with various physical, verbal and environmental responses:
1. watch where youre goin asshole!
jay: watch where youre goin you stupid asshole!
blind man: i can't watch where im goin jackass, i can't see.
jay: ma bad.
|physical response by blind man|
vicious swinging of walking, sight stick towards my direction.
2. are you an asshole or something?!! watch where you're going buddy!
jay: are you some kinda asshole? watch where you're heading!!
blind man: motherfuck you shithead! u wanna see my eyes? *pulls up shades* see that shit? i hope u do, cause i cant. inconsiderate fuck!
|environmental response| surrounding students and/or profs and/or university staff (i.e. custodial or security) witness and respond by blocking off the hallway. they then beat the living shit outta me. only after ive been beatin to a bloody pulp, the blind man's sight-chihuahua mauls my bloody carcass and drags my body into the piss puddled floors of the nearest men's washroom where i am left to rot in the confines and stench of stale urine.
3. buddy of mine, be watchful you asshole!
jay: bud, be watchful, you ass!
blind man: .........
*jay notices fault and immorality.
|environmental response|
(depending on you're judgement of the case, and how it should be dealt with)
*hand of God strikes down on jay from the heavens*
or
*floor opens up like trap door and jay falls into the deep depths of hell*
and there we have it.
*note*in no way, is this a mockery of the vision impaired. my heart goes out to these brave individuals and their struggle. i just wanted to share with you what i see, in my mind, sometimes. thank you for riding along in this journey. come again. or maybe not.
yea, maybe you shouldn't. this mind is being boycotted.
as i ran outta tutorial during the break, i cut a really tight hallway corner. around the bend, a man was walking in the centre, blocking all access to even the slightest chance of hallway passage. i almost didn't catch his presence. i was about to say, "watch where you're goin asshole". but then i realized he was blind. he had the walking stick and shades and everything.
ever since that moment, ive been re-playin and creating various possibilities of what would happen if i had uttered my wiseass remark.
here are three accounts with various physical, verbal and environmental responses:
1. watch where youre goin asshole!
jay: watch where youre goin you stupid asshole!
blind man: i can't watch where im goin jackass, i can't see.
jay: ma bad.
|physical response by blind man|
vicious swinging of walking, sight stick towards my direction.
2. are you an asshole or something?!! watch where you're going buddy!
jay: are you some kinda asshole? watch where you're heading!!
blind man: motherfuck you shithead! u wanna see my eyes? *pulls up shades* see that shit? i hope u do, cause i cant. inconsiderate fuck!
|environmental response| surrounding students and/or profs and/or university staff (i.e. custodial or security) witness and respond by blocking off the hallway. they then beat the living shit outta me. only after ive been beatin to a bloody pulp, the blind man's sight-chihuahua mauls my bloody carcass and drags my body into the piss puddled floors of the nearest men's washroom where i am left to rot in the confines and stench of stale urine.
3. buddy of mine, be watchful you asshole!
jay: bud, be watchful, you ass!
blind man: .........
*jay notices fault and immorality.
|environmental response|
(depending on you're judgement of the case, and how it should be dealt with)
*hand of God strikes down on jay from the heavens*
or
*floor opens up like trap door and jay falls into the deep depths of hell*
and there we have it.
*note*in no way, is this a mockery of the vision impaired. my heart goes out to these brave individuals and their struggle. i just wanted to share with you what i see, in my mind, sometimes. thank you for riding along in this journey. come again. or maybe not.
yea, maybe you shouldn't. this mind is being boycotted.
Monday, February 03, 2003
ass clown.
im the lucky guy who gets to write a midterm once a week until my birthday plus a week after too! lucky fucking me. from here till then. im so lucky. yea fuckin right.
this weather is a bitch. freezing rain is a mutha. sheets of ice all over everything, well that can't be good.
my exam was good today. not as bad as i expected, but i dont wanna say i killed it, till i actually see my mark. so we're gonna have to wait and see. well not you, but me. imma have to wait.
im tired. ill update more later. my brain is fried. and my body is fatigued.
je suis tres fatigue!
this does not mean that im fat and gay. this means that i am tired. very tired, in fact.
good night.
im the lucky guy who gets to write a midterm once a week until my birthday plus a week after too! lucky fucking me. from here till then. im so lucky. yea fuckin right.
this weather is a bitch. freezing rain is a mutha. sheets of ice all over everything, well that can't be good.
my exam was good today. not as bad as i expected, but i dont wanna say i killed it, till i actually see my mark. so we're gonna have to wait and see. well not you, but me. imma have to wait.
im tired. ill update more later. my brain is fried. and my body is fatigued.
je suis tres fatigue!
this does not mean that im fat and gay. this means that i am tired. very tired, in fact.
good night.
Sunday, February 02, 2003
physiology will bite you in the ass.
i give tomorrow's exam a nice:
20/10
in the difficulty grading system.
that's like a rating of 30 along the 1 to 15 continuum of required skill level for an exam.
that's like being shocked a second time after your first phase of death penalty.
in other words, this is gonna be hard. this is gonna require 200% from me. and this is gonna be a bitch.
but im ready.
i give tomorrow's exam a nice:
in the difficulty grading system.
that's like a rating of 30 along the 1 to 15 continuum of required skill level for an exam.
that's like being shocked a second time after your first phase of death penalty.
in other words, this is gonna be hard. this is gonna require 200% from me. and this is gonna be a bitch.
but im ready.
Saturday, February 01, 2003
its the first of the month.
where the hell is all the time going? fuck. its already february? i guess that's ok though. skool is goin by soo fast. actually, that should be said for life in general.
this month, id like to say happy birthday to buddy japes. hes the big 2-1. that's twenty-one years old for those of you who cant take away hyphens. anyhow, id also like to say happy black history month, happy month of love, and last but not least, happy birthday to my momma (these are all to come later on in the month of course).
well today, it looks like i was destined to stay home and study once again on a friday night. this fucking bites. i even crashed again like last friday. i think people were calling me, but my body had to shut down from all the reading and calculating and training. physiology is a poor man's chemistry. but that's not to say it ain't hard. sorry if anyone was trying to reach me earlier tonite. i jus meant to nap for a bit. take a well deserved break. but i guess i ended up just crashing for a long long time, in a deep deep coma.
anyhow, im mad. i guess its my fault. my picturetrail account got phased out recently. i tried to move the pics, but i couldnt even access them on the server. i guess i overlooked the many warnings they emailed me for too long. now alotta my pics are forever lost in the cyber world. how the fuck do i get into the matrix? i gotta retrieve those somehow. i lost those pictures of the bellies and me. i lost my birthday pictures and prom pictures, not to mention california pictures. crap. its ok though, alot of them are in real, tangible form anyhow. most of those were taking in the "pre-digital" days. but still, alot weren't. im vexed. anyhow, back to a little more studying. im focused man.
peace out.
where the hell is all the time going? fuck. its already february? i guess that's ok though. skool is goin by soo fast. actually, that should be said for life in general.
this month, id like to say happy birthday to buddy japes. hes the big 2-1. that's twenty-one years old for those of you who cant take away hyphens. anyhow, id also like to say happy black history month, happy month of love, and last but not least, happy birthday to my momma (these are all to come later on in the month of course).
well today, it looks like i was destined to stay home and study once again on a friday night. this fucking bites. i even crashed again like last friday. i think people were calling me, but my body had to shut down from all the reading and calculating and training. physiology is a poor man's chemistry. but that's not to say it ain't hard. sorry if anyone was trying to reach me earlier tonite. i jus meant to nap for a bit. take a well deserved break. but i guess i ended up just crashing for a long long time, in a deep deep coma.
anyhow, im mad. i guess its my fault. my picturetrail account got phased out recently. i tried to move the pics, but i couldnt even access them on the server. i guess i overlooked the many warnings they emailed me for too long. now alotta my pics are forever lost in the cyber world. how the fuck do i get into the matrix? i gotta retrieve those somehow. i lost those pictures of the bellies and me. i lost my birthday pictures and prom pictures, not to mention california pictures. crap. its ok though, alot of them are in real, tangible form anyhow. most of those were taking in the "pre-digital" days. but still, alot weren't. im vexed. anyhow, back to a little more studying. im focused man.
peace out.
