Wednesday, April 30, 2003
a twist on the classic hotel/motel/island/abandoned-haunted mansion "whodunit" suspense
went to go watch a movie with my moms...i suggest you see today's pick, identity.
it has that twisty ending to it..on that "makes ya ponder" sorta tip. very good film. brilliant....*ramble ramble*...has that plot right outta an oldskool twighlight zone episode. see it!
the human nervous system (parasympathetic to be exact)
the film will fuck with it.
as for a few more flicks i gotta see before the beginning of next week: x-men 2 and of course....better luck tomorrow. so yea, anyone wanna come?
went to go watch a movie with my moms...i suggest you see today's pick, identity.
it has that twisty ending to it..on that "makes ya ponder" sorta tip. very good film. brilliant....*ramble ramble*...has that plot right outta an oldskool twighlight zone episode. see it!
the human nervous system (parasympathetic to be exact)
the film will fuck with it.
as for a few more flicks i gotta see before the beginning of next week: x-men 2 and of course....better luck tomorrow. so yea, anyone wanna come?
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
you people should call me more often. i like that. but then again, i guess making yourself a hermit during skool has its consequences now don't it?
you know, my phone does recieve calls; it's not just the out-calling type. anyhow, happy summer fools. and what on God's green earth are you doing on here? y'all should be out enjoying this. geez...nosey people.
by the way, i think its about time i visit my eye doctor again. i really think so. if you see me driving next to you, take the next exit off that road.
if you see me at some fast-food establishment, and im squinting cause the menu looks like nothing but solid white/yellow bars to me, then laugh..laugh as hard as possible. from there on, you should stick out your foot and trip me as i walk by. after this, you can either take my food and/or pants me.
good times.
on my way to toronto...downtown that is. posse out.
(colin your ass still better be there and not home reading this within 4hours of when this was posted)
you know, my phone does recieve calls; it's not just the out-calling type. anyhow, happy summer fools. and what on God's green earth are you doing on here? y'all should be out enjoying this. geez...nosey people.
by the way, i think its about time i visit my eye doctor again. i really think so. if you see me driving next to you, take the next exit off that road.
if you see me at some fast-food establishment, and im squinting cause the menu looks like nothing but solid white/yellow bars to me, then laugh..laugh as hard as possible. from there on, you should stick out your foot and trip me as i walk by. after this, you can either take my food and/or pants me.
good times.
on my way to toronto...downtown that is. posse out.
(colin your ass still better be there and not home reading this within 4hours of when this was posted)
Monday, April 28, 2003
perfect outside!
this is quite possibly, the worst apple that i've ever tasted. yuck.
its good to be back in the gym. on a related note, man, people get fat when they go to skool! not me, i get skinny..but shoot...some people....FAT!
this is quite possibly, the worst apple that i've ever tasted. yuck.
its good to be back in the gym. on a related note, man, people get fat when they go to skool! not me, i get skinny..but shoot...some people....FAT!
Sunday, April 27, 2003
main title: happy birtday pops!
subtitle: day 1
yes, and so it begins. HELLO SUMMER.
make of this what you will.
anyhow, at church, they didnt have the holy water at the entrance. ok then. then it hit me when noone shook hands at 'peace be withya' time. good lookn out God. keep holdin the anti-SARS fort down.
shades of health lecture:
the chain of infection
the resevoir-->means of transmission-->portal of exit-->portal of entry-->new host
breaking the chain, like an obese person breaks their chairs. props.
side note: man there are some nice girls in church. i hate to say it, but damn that's a great ass right there.
(bless and forgive me father for my impure thoughts).
subtitle: day 1
yes, and so it begins. HELLO SUMMER.
make of this what you will.
anyhow, at church, they didnt have the holy water at the entrance. ok then. then it hit me when noone shook hands at 'peace be withya' time. good lookn out God. keep holdin the anti-SARS fort down.
shades of health lecture:
the chain of infection
the resevoir-->means of transmission-->portal of exit-->portal of entry-->new host
breaking the chain, like an obese person breaks their chairs. props.
side note: man there are some nice girls in church. i hate to say it, but damn that's a great ass right there.
(bless and forgive me father for my impure thoughts).
Saturday, April 26, 2003
2nd year done.
who'da thunk it?
but yea, i got told on that exam (ohhhhhhh diss). ugly folks. ugly. came out with a mouthful of bloody ass chiclets.
oh well, outta my hands now. cant worry bout shit like that. all i gotta do is wait and see...i care bout my gpa but i dunno, theres something about looking at your transcript in june. all i wanna see is the fine print at the bottom of my statement saying "congratulations, you have successfully completed your nth year"
anyhow, i have about a week till summerskool, so well try and make the best outta these numbered days.
now that im free, i dont know what to do. i guess well start with a list for the summer:
1. look for a job (if he's not in skool, he's making ends meet to put his ass in skool. its a cycle)
2. take up a language and/or martial art
3. summerskool for my kine elective...coaching! guaranteed B+ minimum (so if anyone needs coaching, call me coach. national level I certification at yer service)
4. camping with my peeps
5. go on a trip with my moms to the west coast
6. pre-term emergency care and/or scuba diving (kine is the shit, im telling you!)
7. get my ass back to the gym and reclaim my throne (focus = the most important muscle - the heart not the group around your penis).
8. summer games 2003 with the boys (soccer, tennis, bball etc.)
9. get some volunteer work done
and in between somewhere, barbeque(s), party, drink, chill, sleep, and fart.
all in moderation...cept maybe the farting.
and beginning in a few minutes, sleep, shave my head, shower and shave.
i look like shit which is good, cause i feel like shit.
fried.
there we go. and that shall be the template for the next four months.
be healthy.
naw fuck that.
be fit.
who'da thunk it?
but yea, i got told on that exam (ohhhhhhh diss). ugly folks. ugly. came out with a mouthful of bloody ass chiclets.
oh well, outta my hands now. cant worry bout shit like that. all i gotta do is wait and see...i care bout my gpa but i dunno, theres something about looking at your transcript in june. all i wanna see is the fine print at the bottom of my statement saying "congratulations, you have successfully completed your nth year"
anyhow, i have about a week till summerskool, so well try and make the best outta these numbered days.
now that im free, i dont know what to do. i guess well start with a list for the summer:
1. look for a job (if he's not in skool, he's making ends meet to put his ass in skool. its a cycle)
2. take up a language and/or martial art
3. summerskool for my kine elective...coaching! guaranteed B+ minimum (so if anyone needs coaching, call me coach. national level I certification at yer service)
4. camping with my peeps
5. go on a trip with my moms to the west coast
6. pre-term emergency care and/or scuba diving (kine is the shit, im telling you!)
7. get my ass back to the gym and reclaim my throne (focus = the most important muscle - the heart not the group around your penis).
8. summer games 2003 with the boys (soccer, tennis, bball etc.)
9. get some volunteer work done
and in between somewhere, barbeque(s), party, drink, chill, sleep, and fart.
all in moderation...cept maybe the farting.
and beginning in a few minutes, sleep, shave my head, shower and shave.
i look like shit which is good, cause i feel like shit.
fried.
there we go. and that shall be the template for the next four months.
be healthy.
naw fuck that.
be fit.
kinesiology
YORK YORK YORK
goooo yeomen!
seriously...now let's do dis!!!
dont worry, i didnt boot up my computer just to come on here and rant. i had to re check the exam schedule. geez...
its t - 2.5 hours till i face kine 3011 human physiology I.
let's hope for the best here.
i hate writing in a gym with 700 others all around you. i hate that shit. im getting my own private room next time.
forcing down frosted flakes at 545am on a saturday isnt the greatest of feelings by the way.
oh!
Friday, April 25, 2003
let's do dis.
i see im not the only loser who goes to libraries on friday nites.
people i havnt seen in years were there.
people i havnt seen in years were there.
there's that slight anxiety again.
i think i have a mild-mannered case of acidosis.
blaaaaaaaaah
i think i have a mild-mannered case of acidosis.
blaaaaaaaaah
k, its all in the LONG TERM MEMORY. today..later on that is, not now, its all bout massive review-quick skimmage sorta studying and ill be in good shape for saturday.
one more thing, how in the hell am i gonna get up at 6am on a saturday morning?
that's wack.
another thing, how come out of all my friends, i start writing exams the earliest, yet i finish the latest? oh well. better spread for me. jokes on you jack (offs)!
muscle innervation/ propagations of action potentials along nerves/ hormonal activity/ energy metabolism/ protein formation and nucleic acids/ membrane transport/ enzymes..yea, i got it all locked down. holllllerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
one more thing, how in the hell am i gonna get up at 6am on a saturday morning?
that's wack.
another thing, how come out of all my friends, i start writing exams the earliest, yet i finish the latest? oh well. better spread for me. jokes on you jack (offs)!
muscle innervation/ propagations of action potentials along nerves/ hormonal activity/ energy metabolism/ protein formation and nucleic acids/ membrane transport/ enzymes..yea, i got it all locked down. holllllerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
this is gonna be good.
you know i fucking emailed my prof concerning this saturday's exam. it had to do with a section he didnt mention during lecture.
because we didnt go over it, i had to clarify if this particular section from the lecture notes was under our responsibility to learn ourselves.
this email was detailed. i was polite...i even ended nicely.
i got his reply today.
it was a simple "NO YOURE NOT" -DH
FUCKER! i see profs dont like replying to students. well sorry for asking you big jag-off.
its gonna be my pleasure killing this fool's final, come saturday. now its personal.
same shit with my prof from first year. imma show them. imma come back and be the best kinesiologist when i grow up. imma be shoving knowledge down their $100 000/yr from teaching throats! you here me? throats!.....yea.
ok.
maybe that was a little outta hand. maybe this just got a little blown outta proportion. holla. wish me luck, i'll do/i'd do the same for you peeps!
you know i fucking emailed my prof concerning this saturday's exam. it had to do with a section he didnt mention during lecture.
because we didnt go over it, i had to clarify if this particular section from the lecture notes was under our responsibility to learn ourselves.
this email was detailed. i was polite...i even ended nicely.
i got his reply today.
it was a simple "NO YOURE NOT" -DH
FUCKER! i see profs dont like replying to students. well sorry for asking you big jag-off.
its gonna be my pleasure killing this fool's final, come saturday. now its personal.
same shit with my prof from first year. imma show them. imma come back and be the best kinesiologist when i grow up. imma be shoving knowledge down their $100 000/yr from teaching throats! you here me? throats!.....yea.
ok.
maybe that was a little outta hand. maybe this just got a little blown outta proportion. holla. wish me luck, i'll do/i'd do the same for you peeps!
large McDammit sandich, hold the cheese please.
its too sunny to be stuck inside studying. maybe i should transfer to a hawaiian university. that way, i can study at the beach....with all the babes...drinking lemonade! holla.
its too sunny to be stuck inside studying. maybe i should transfer to a hawaiian university. that way, i can study at the beach....with all the babes...drinking lemonade! holla.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
go leafs go!
go back home you big buncha good-for-nothings!
yea, imma bandwagon fan.
they choked. what the shouldve done was call me up and ask for some psychological skills training off the sport pysch tip, ya herd!
better luck next year (losers...awwwww).
im kidding.
well, i finished reviewing the endochrine and muscle sections of phys. im talkin thorough....very thorough. now just nerves..and a bit of skimmage through the early course content and im laughing. well see how that all goes. peace out.
im 100% better now!
go back home you big buncha good-for-nothings!
yea, imma bandwagon fan.
they choked. what the shouldve done was call me up and ask for some psychological skills training off the sport pysch tip, ya herd!
better luck next year (losers...awwwww).
im kidding.
well, i finished reviewing the endochrine and muscle sections of phys. im talkin thorough....very thorough. now just nerves..and a bit of skimmage through the early course content and im laughing. well see how that all goes. peace out.
im 100% better now!
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
i always forget this....
go leafs go!
never lost hope in them during tonights game. fuck, damn thing took a good hour out my studying since i believed theyd be done, and going on to game 7, by the end of the third...but nooooooooo had to make it double OT.
go leafs go!
one more thing...it wouldnt be the same if don cherry didnt wear his suits. it just wouldnt be the same.
go leafs go!
never lost hope in them during tonights game. fuck, damn thing took a good hour out my studying since i believed theyd be done, and going on to game 7, by the end of the third...but nooooooooo had to make it double OT.
go leafs go!
one more thing...it wouldnt be the same if don cherry didnt wear his suits. it just wouldnt be the same.
his mom's magical concoction
k, ive been sick for awhile now.
but im getting better! seriously, no SARS. but nurse moms wanted to make sure. so she checked my temperature. she just had to.
whatd it read?
36.2C dawg!
see, i knew i was fine. perfect body temperature. i know my body. i know it.
after being rest-assured, moms made me some nice honey and ginger tea.
holy shit that works wonders!
imma have to share that with my kids.
ya see, i dont take medications. thats usually the last resort before death. even moms, a nurse, doesnt support taking meds for every little thing. and you know what? shes right!
of course shes right, shes my mom.
but yea, last thing we need is my immune system becoming immune to medications.
an immune immune system. whatta laugh.
be healthy.
k, ive been sick for awhile now.
but im getting better! seriously, no SARS. but nurse moms wanted to make sure. so she checked my temperature. she just had to.
whatd it read?
see, i knew i was fine. perfect body temperature. i know my body. i know it.
after being rest-assured, moms made me some nice honey and ginger tea.
holy shit that works wonders!
imma have to share that with my kids.
ya see, i dont take medications. thats usually the last resort before death. even moms, a nurse, doesnt support taking meds for every little thing. and you know what? shes right!
of course shes right, shes my mom.
but yea, last thing we need is my immune system becoming immune to medications.
an immune immune system. whatta laugh.
be healthy.
Monday, April 21, 2003
thanks for not telling me bout that song blineguy
word on the streets is jay kay of jamiroquai fame bought a ferrari enzo.
you know they just made under 400 of these worldwide? lucky bastard. that makes car #14 of his collection.
and mind you, the other 13 aren't k reliants...theyre mostly italian sports cars and rolls royces.
vrooooooom
bastard. but still, i love jay kay and the boys nonetheless...i want another album!! make another album! geezus.
i want one of these and an italian woman in the passenger side too.
yea, thats it, an italian sports car and an italian woman both being driven by an asian man in an italian suit eating pizza..oh yea, and maybe a can of brio.
that's definitely it.
("eh-a kid, pleeease! whattsamada for you?!!")
word on the streets is jay kay of jamiroquai fame bought a ferrari enzo.
you know they just made under 400 of these worldwide? lucky bastard. that makes car #14 of his collection.
and mind you, the other 13 aren't k reliants...theyre mostly italian sports cars and rolls royces.
vrooooooom
bastard. but still, i love jay kay and the boys nonetheless...i want another album!! make another album! geezus.
i want one of these and an italian woman in the passenger side too.
yea, thats it, an italian sports car and an italian woman both being driven by an asian man in an italian suit eating pizza..oh yea, and maybe a can of brio.
that's definitely it.
("eh-a kid, pleeease! whattsamada for you?!!")
i hear things.
no im not schizophrenic. i just kept on hearing voices in my head. the voices of all my friends to check my mark.
remember last night's entry where i said i didnt wanna check my mark till saturday after my physiology exam? well...i checked.
yea, i have a weak will. but shoot, all of your stupid ass voices were echoing in my skull.
"check it!"
"oh my gosh, how can you stand to NOT check it?"
"check it foo!"
and so on and so on...
so i checked.
B overall in stats baby!!!!
but yea, no time to sleep on skool yet, we gots the physiological mountain to conquer.
i thought seeing that mark would de-motivate me for saturday...i was wrong...im extra motivated now!
i am the fucking man!
recall....if you fail to prepare, youre preparing to fail.
i know, youve heard that before, and its corny..but it makes sense.
believe too fools! believe.
i just wanted the credit, cause surely, i thought stats was the end of me..but a B overall average for the course!! that's gonna surely have an effect on my GPA. holla!
looks like post grad can be a reality. oh f'shooooooo!!!
someone slap me..im hysterical here. i cant even type.
no im not schizophrenic. i just kept on hearing voices in my head. the voices of all my friends to check my mark.
remember last night's entry where i said i didnt wanna check my mark till saturday after my physiology exam? well...i checked.
yea, i have a weak will. but shoot, all of your stupid ass voices were echoing in my skull.
"check it!"
"oh my gosh, how can you stand to NOT check it?"
"check it foo!"
and so on and so on...
so i checked.
but yea, no time to sleep on skool yet, we gots the physiological mountain to conquer.
i thought seeing that mark would de-motivate me for saturday...i was wrong...im extra motivated now!
i am the fucking man!
recall....if you fail to prepare, youre preparing to fail.
i know, youve heard that before, and its corny..but it makes sense.
believe too fools! believe.
i just wanted the credit, cause surely, i thought stats was the end of me..but a B overall average for the course!! that's gonna surely have an effect on my GPA. holla!
looks like post grad can be a reality. oh f'shooooooo!!!
someone slap me..im hysterical here. i cant even type.
am i the only boy who stuffs rolled or twisted bits of toilet paper and kleenex up his nose to stop post-nasal drip while reading?
well, am i?
funny thing about this little cold i have...my wardrobe for the last 3 days has been variations of track pants or jogging pants with long sleeve tshirts. today however, i switched it up a bit. sweatshirt with cargo shorts....that must mean im getting better.
i dunno how, but it must mean that. did i mention i havnt gotten fresh air in 3 days?
Sunday, April 20, 2003
whats the probability that i passed?
remember that big ass 70% weighted final exam for stats?....
well the marks are in.
yep, posted online. but im not checking..fuckit.
whether good or bad, but mostly bad, its gonna affect how i write physiology on saturday.
so no, im not checking marks till saturday afternoon.
thank ya very much.
damn people on my "skool friends" section of the msn list. damn them. why they gotta get me all curious? why?
remember that big ass 70% weighted final exam for stats?....
well the marks are in.
yep, posted online. but im not checking..fuckit.
whether good or bad, but mostly bad, its gonna affect how i write physiology on saturday.
so no, im not checking marks till saturday afternoon.
thank ya very much.
damn people on my "skool friends" section of the msn list. damn them. why they gotta get me all curious? why?
Saturday, April 19, 2003
i have a splitting headache, i seriously do.
here our model is sporting the latest in evening wear from the 2003 gucci spring collection
(why bother? seriously.)
but yea, thats how splitting this is.
here our model is sporting the latest in evening wear from the 2003 gucci spring collection
(why bother? seriously.)
but yea, thats how splitting this is.
Friday, April 18, 2003
at the docks entertainment complex featuring d.j. baby-yu
join us for our grand reopening after 6months of luxurious renovations...the time all of you have been waiting for
no no no meat fridays!
leave your attitude, weapons and meat at the door.
ladies in free before 10 with no meat.
after that, anything goes down in:
no no no meat fridays!
dress code in effect. no hats, no runners, no jeans..and definitely...no meat! in:
no no no meat fridays!
live to air on 93.7 WBLK
import models, yes maybe, but definitely
no no no meat!
of course you know, this is my way of saying happy easter!
to my fellow catholics, remember, no meat today, if any day of the year. and do some fasting too! geez.
21 years of breathing and i still wonder 1. how they get the caramel in the caramilk bar and 2. how they get the creme inside the cadbury creme egg, out???
cop me some of these, someone please!
i see im not the only one who loves those darn eggs
didn't this girl win AA MOTW a while back????
yea, thats what i thought.
what the hell!! who does she think she is????
being all fine with her consciousness, pro-asian activism, thick frame specs and hair.
wowie-zowie.
i'll quote and add to ms. MOTW, "knowledge is power - ignorance is NOT bliss. `tis time to BUILD!!"
if that's the case, im ready to build a whole tribe with her! holla.
car-model chicks bow down.
see, i give credit where it's due. cheers to her.
standford too huh??? remarkable, indeed.
and abstract art?? which compels me to paint a picture of what exactly i see, in my mind, if were to have a artsy-fartsy girl...
fartsy: yea jay..this is a work by ____________. its called _________.
jay: oh yea??
fartsy: it depicts ___________ and her/his sense of _____________; exactly what we need in the world today.
*jay stares at work*
jay:....
fartsy:....
jay: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!! you on acid?? i don't see any of that. youre tripping.
*fartsy gasps*
jay: no worries..do yo thang girl! you and yo' bad articulate self!
fartsy: aww jay..ur soo sweet.
jay: i know. lets go make sandwiches.
fartsy: exactly.
*sandwiches made..life is good*
the end.
to r.j., youre a fine arts major, hook a brotha up with an artsy-fartsy girlie! i know you have friends..cmon, be a brotha.
thanks r.j. (who by the way, although in fine arts, is not a homosexual..just had to add that)
yea, thats what i thought.
what the hell!! who does she think she is????
being all fine with her consciousness, pro-asian activism, thick frame specs and hair.
wowie-zowie.
i'll quote and add to ms. MOTW, "knowledge is power - ignorance is NOT bliss. `tis time to BUILD!!"
if that's the case, im ready to build a whole tribe with her! holla.
car-model chicks bow down.
see, i give credit where it's due. cheers to her.
standford too huh??? remarkable, indeed.
and abstract art?? which compels me to paint a picture of what exactly i see, in my mind, if were to have a artsy-fartsy girl...
fartsy: yea jay..this is a work by ____________. its called _________.
jay: oh yea??
fartsy: it depicts ___________ and her/his sense of _____________; exactly what we need in the world today.
*jay stares at work*
jay:....
fartsy:....
jay: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!! you on acid?? i don't see any of that. youre tripping.
*fartsy gasps*
jay: no worries..do yo thang girl! you and yo' bad articulate self!
fartsy: aww jay..ur soo sweet.
jay: i know. lets go make sandwiches.
fartsy: exactly.
*sandwiches made..life is good*
to r.j., youre a fine arts major, hook a brotha up with an artsy-fartsy girlie! i know you have friends..cmon, be a brotha.
thanks r.j. (who by the way, although in fine arts, is not a homosexual..just had to add that)
snot-nosed
im sick. someone check my testicles, i may have SARS.
let me say it now..on here...i will never marry a woman with breast implants.
lets just hope from now, till i turn, lets say 30years old, the trend of getting implants in the female population doesn't grow drastically. let's just hope so.
one more thing, brooke burke is excluded...cause i was attracted to her before she got implants..so yea, if i marry brooke burke, its ok. thats the stipulation.
im sick. someone check my testicles, i may have SARS.
let me say it now..on here...i will never marry a woman with breast implants.
lets just hope from now, till i turn, lets say 30years old, the trend of getting implants in the female population doesn't grow drastically. let's just hope so.
one more thing, brooke burke is excluded...cause i was attracted to her before she got implants..so yea, if i marry brooke burke, its ok. thats the stipulation.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
you know...if my name wasn't milkfart on aa..it'd probably be:
fly-azn-fag
now wouldn't that be a hot and interesting page?
now wouldn't that be a hot and interesting page?
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
lamb chops play along
k, so i have free time (sorta)..and what did i decide to do today? well watch some movies of course.
so what movie to watch? what have i been planning to see for the longest time? hmm???
silence of the lambs of course! but then again, we have that on tape at my house..."so whats the next best thing?", jay might ask himself.
red dragon and hannibal of course.
minutes later...jay's at home ready for a good 6 hours or so of good eats on screen.
damn, i was satisfied. of course, i watched them all in the logical order...red dragon then hannibal. it wouldve been the "real" experience if i sandwiched silence of the lambs in between the two, but oh well..im short for time.
k, so i have free time (sorta)..and what did i decide to do today? well watch some movies of course.
so what movie to watch? what have i been planning to see for the longest time? hmm???
silence of the lambs of course! but then again, we have that on tape at my house..."so whats the next best thing?", jay might ask himself.
red dragon and hannibal of course.
minutes later...jay's at home ready for a good 6 hours or so of good eats on screen.
damn, i was satisfied. of course, i watched them all in the logical order...red dragon then hannibal. it wouldve been the "real" experience if i sandwiched silence of the lambs in between the two, but oh well..im short for time.
happy burday r.j.! you big hairy scrotum sac you!
its comforting to know your homeboys save all the hoochie pages on aa.
geez. have you seen some of these friend's lists?
how dat is?
geez. have you seen some of these friend's lists?
how dat is?
how could i forget?....
go leafs go!
go leafs go!
you're gonna have a hard time finding one of those, sister.
make of this what you will, or lets make of this what i will.
i was watching t.v. during my nice relax time. and what do i find my ass landed on you ask?...elimidate.
for those who dont know, its this show with a guy or girl, and 4 girls or guys pursuing the guy or girl, respectively.
yea yea i know, i dont usually watch that crap, but hey, change is aite sometimes.
so this edition of elimidate had the chick as the centre of attention, a big pretty boy, muscles and all; two preppy white guys straight outta connecticut, and some looney cowboy guy (hes a cowboy cause he had a cowboy hat, not cause he had a sixshooter and was popping caps in the asses of native americans, drinking, banging whores at the nearest saloon or claiming the town as his own cause he had a silver badge).
so the date progresses..theres talking..theres dissing. like the usual game of love...pursuing..hunting..half the excitement right?
so the pretty boy, decked out in cut-off tee and shades..with long locks (that would make any pantene pro-v model jealous, mind you) gets cut up by the other three guys cause he's a so-called "prettyboy"....cause he wears the clothes he wears...cause he takes 2hours to get ready for a date (whatta bitch). oh yea..and did i mention? cause he wears make-up (what the fuck?!!). so he seems like he's wooing the girlie. the other guys seem like they got it locked down pretty good with their own strategies just the same.
as the show progresses, the competition gets more and more fierce as the girl has to eliminate one of her four competitors - thus the title "elimidate" (i.e. eliminate the jag-off).
so as i was saying, the shows getting really competitive, cause obviously, all 4 studs want to win the glorious pussy prize at the end.
thats the main objective here, correct? so it cuts to break, but before paying bills, each guy gets to predict whos gonna leave or not. obviously the 3 'normal guys' say the obnoxious pretty feller is gon' hit the bricks due to his cocky obnoxious attitude. *cue ads*
show comes back, the girl dumps cowboy and im astonished. anyhow, the date nite goes on..they go to a club or lounge or something like that, and i should note here, the chick is a big time whore..thats just my point of view. you can tell a lot from the way a girl dresses and holds herself up. but thats just an editor's note. back to the summary...
theyre in the lounge, and preppy 1, preppy2 and fancyboy are asked by girl, "what capabilities distinguish themselves from the others?"
ok, cool..one guy gives some slick answer...cause of course, you gotta say what u gotta say for the pussy right? another guy says some answer, bout the same level of smoothness. then preppy 1 (or was it preppy 2) says he can outkiss the other two buffoons (i can almost hear some of you saying right now, "heyyy i remember that episode!"). he obliges, and does the tongue action. the girl likes...but then, the other two attempt to outkiss the other consecutively.
at this point im squirming on my couch, ready to vomit. what the fuck is that??!!! not only is that wack..thats fucking disgusting. kissing some chick rite after herpesvirus harry and gonorrhea garry stuck their tongues down felatio-francine's throat. anyhow, fancy boy gets booted out next cause the girl came to her senses and didnt want a guy prettier than herself (which is how it should be anyways).
so its about 10minutes to the end of the show..its the preppies battling it out.
the next distinguishable feature is to show the girl your abs.
from here, tall, leather preppy got booted off and clean-cut oxford shirt preppy won the prized pussy showdown. and another ad..and blah blah..credits roll..next show. that was this evenings highlite of television with jason. im sure on any other nite at the same time, on elimidate, you'll probably catch the same sorta scenario.
now to the ranting.
what the fuck is that?!!
that's just too much right there. that was reality dating taken to the next level..fuck the bonus round in between, that was the next level.
i just dont understand. anyone able to explain? what just happend there?
where the fuck does that happen in reality? who does that happen to? where can i find these people so i can drop kick their asses?
the beginning of my entry said "woman wants man." this is true. and woman should settle for nothing less.
however, i add that woman cant find man.
why?
cause there are no men in this world. do women not understand?
k there are a few..a very small minority population..but mind you, ladies, youre really gonna have to keep your eyes peeled. im talking big eyes..maybe like chris tucker eyes..or an owl. yea, those are some big ass eyes.
lets take a look at men today.
we have thugs. girls like thugs. we'll rephrase that..alotta girls like thugs. its that whole badboy, living on the edge persona. these dudes..well, they are what they are. whether genuine or wannabe, thugs are thugs. why girls? one may ask..i do not care to investigate; id rather gain my satisfaction in the end by laughing.
next up, we have the dude with the car. yes, the nice car that mommy and daddy bought. yes, the nice car that whole entire month's pay checks go to in order to add a new exhaust, header or set of rims. these cats get all the pussy. why? girls like fast cars. girls wanna look good in fast cars that look good.
ok, fair enough.
next up, the rich guy..or during his climb up the ladder, the successful guy (whether academically, athletically, or whatever the hell u choose). of course stability is at the top of the list. but regardless if this guy is right or not, in terms of caring and affection, money is all the conversation that alotta girls hear.
what else?? lets see...
the big dick guy...do girls like big dicks like dudes like big tits? i dunno. some girls want guys hung like horses when they know damn good they cant fit that thing in them. even the loosest chick would be like a infant size sweater on fat albert. big dick sometimes takes precedence over all for some i guess.
then we have the nice wholesome guy. the good guy. the guy your parents want you to take home to your parents. these guys dont attract nor sellout amphitheatres like the dudes above, so we'll refrain directing any flow of interest in their direction.
last is the tough guy. he kicks ass. anyones ass. most of these guys are probably type A personality, have high blood presssure and will probably die early on in your marriage from a myocardial infarction (that's heart attack in english-zeeeen). of course chicks want an insurance policy..its innate, its in-born. ever since the primitive days..even on the level of animals..girls want a guy who can fetch food, cut down wood, protect their babies and themselves. its the way of the world.
well, thats basically the summary of what's out there. there might be overlap in each specimen of man you may come across..shoot, there may have been subcategories left out in this discussion.
what gets me, taking you back to the show, is the lack of masculinity that men have. whats that? men lack masculinity?
youre damn rite! i dunno why. i dunno how. but yes, some guys just aren't guys.
might be the environment..might be something woman has done to man..might be the drinking water! who knows. but men aren't men.
point and case..just go out and look around..shoot, dont even leave your house, turn on the t.v. there are men with pencil thin eyebrows..there are men with pretty fancy shirts. there are men wearing stilletos..there are men who look better than women. there are men like me who instantly regret typing that some men look better than women. there are men who let their girlfriends cut off their balls and feed them backtheir balls on a little saucer with a doilee. there are men who have their girlfriend's hand up their asses, puppeteering them around town.
as for the show, why the fuck bother? why bother..im referring to all 4 dudes..why bother? just to get some ass. but then again the answer comes so clear to me in my head. through all the darkness, in big bright glowing neon lights the letters: p-u-s-s-y light up (yes, he just said pussy..youre not hallucinating). it just has me shaking my head..some of the things we do for it.
why bother really? 4 guys..one chick (no not a porno..the show)...id give anything to see a fight breakout.
everytime a guy left..the loser wished good luck to the others.
"good luck?" what the hell is that? good luck. my ass. for the pussy. like its a big olympic event. even so, if it was, why the good luck? you just lost buddy. id be pissed. but then again, im not a dick-driven tard who'd degrade myself on a show like that anyways.
wouldnt that be a nice thought though? me on the show, i'd for sure, guaranteed, kick all the opposition's ass. i dont even care if the guy was 6ft 5"..id simply go to the car trunk, get the lead pipe and crush some skulls. but yea, thatd never happen, cause no, i would never be under those circumstances.
good fucking luck finding that.
before we go..where do i fall in the above categories? hmmm?? something to ponder myself.
actually, i dont really care. i dont really give a shit. imma just keep on doin what im doin..keep on keepin on..and just be me. hopefully, that'll be good enough in the end.
not that i want a serious girlfriend right now mind you. this is in no way a cry for girlfriend-application-help. no way. i have no time..and i have yet to meet anyone who can stop me in my tracks or challenge me for that matter.
i am not a man who cries "i need a girlfriend" or to the beat " i need a girl to ride ride ride...". i am not defined by a relationship. certainly not. there's so much more to it than that; but we'll save that for another day to converse over.
that's all for now.
happy screwing.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
k, so im almost beginning to sweat my ass off. just a tad.
im not even doing anything strenuous..just here on the net.
i believe its this weather.
then again, it could be my hot ass room..could be the 90%heat relasing light, 10% light releasing lightbulb.
maybe i ate something spicy earlier and now its just coming out. kinda messed. oh well. i aint mad. im relaxed.
then again...could be the computer itself.
just thought id add that.
im not even doing anything strenuous..just here on the net.
i believe its this weather.
then again, it could be my hot ass room..could be the 90%heat relasing light, 10% light releasing lightbulb.
maybe i ate something spicy earlier and now its just coming out. kinda messed. oh well. i aint mad. im relaxed.
then again...could be the computer itself.
just thought id add that.
28 degrees
and no, im not talking bout some cheesy boy band.
it hasn't been 28 degrees in my neck of the woods ever!
last time it was this warm this early in the season, was a mere 24 degrees back in 1942.
that's it, we're gonna die.
but im loving this. too bad it ends. crap.
and no, im not talking bout some cheesy boy band.
it hasn't been 28 degrees in my neck of the woods ever!
last time it was this warm this early in the season, was a mere 24 degrees back in 1942.
that's it, we're gonna die.
but im loving this. too bad it ends. crap.
Monday, April 14, 2003
documented
buddy boy rj called me up this bright and sunny afternoon.
nothing wrong with that. however, damn guy woke my ass up from my siesta.
geez. those kinda awakenings will stop your heart.
anyhow, he had good intentions. he told me to catch a documentary that was on t.v. after hearing r.j.'s abstract, i had no choice but to put sleep on the back burner and catch this show.
it was good mind you.
interesting. very interesting.
however, i only caught a good 20minutes of it before it ended. crap. but thats not so bad anyhow, i flipped it b.e.t. and that new show that amerie hosts was on.
she was talking bout choosing skools and yada yada....she really knows her stuff.
im drooling here.
the voice. the brains. the looks.
my kinda girl.
was i listening though? no. i was just in awe of her. speechless. anyhow, now imma continue my siesta.
ya-ribba! aye aye aye!
buddy boy rj called me up this bright and sunny afternoon.
nothing wrong with that. however, damn guy woke my ass up from my siesta.
geez. those kinda awakenings will stop your heart.
anyhow, he had good intentions. he told me to catch a documentary that was on t.v. after hearing r.j.'s abstract, i had no choice but to put sleep on the back burner and catch this show.
it was good mind you.
interesting. very interesting.
however, i only caught a good 20minutes of it before it ended. crap. but thats not so bad anyhow, i flipped it b.e.t. and that new show that amerie hosts was on.
she was talking bout choosing skools and yada yada....she really knows her stuff.
the voice. the brains. the looks.
my kinda girl.
was i listening though? no. i was just in awe of her. speechless. anyhow, now imma continue my siesta.
ya-ribba! aye aye aye!
oooops. ma bad.
its mark's birthday!!
hahahhaa gotta thank God for msn names.
hahha ma bad. my apologies.
dont worry r.j. happy birthday to u too, come wednesday.
damn close birthdays. causing wire crossing in my head.
its mark's birthday!!
hahahhaa gotta thank God for msn names.
hahha ma bad. my apologies.
dont worry r.j. happy birthday to u too, come wednesday.
damn close birthdays. causing wire crossing in my head.
oh yea, the title refers to the growth on my face. i like not shaving. like i said before, if it werent for girls, i would shave. id be the 4th member of zz top. no fooling. but yea, just had to let you know that.
it had nothing to do with me shaving my "special areas" or anything like that. hahahhaha
it had nothing to do with me shaving my "special areas" or anything like that. hahahhaha
stubble
well look whos up and early?
i think it was the sun that woke me up. usually i would mind waking up too early, when i dont gotta, but in this case, the sun woke me, so its coo, its coo.
actually, its good that i woke up today..this early i mean. not that i woke up in general. but then its good i wake up everyday in general, otherwise id die. but now im just rambling.
happy birthday jimmy
big ups to r.j. its his barfday today! youre fucking old man! 21..thats some old shit. i can hear the creaking in your joints whenever you move (dont worry dude, i know u know anatomy. u dont gotta impress me by naming one of the body's numerous articulations). anyhow, best wishes you chinese-looking bastard. i'll make note of squeezing your nob next time i see you. oh yea, gluck with the exam tomorrow. mr. neil smith is a bizzach.
which brings me to this pointer id like to share.
if youre studying anatomy, and youre goin at it for hours on end, start reciting the terms to yourself with an english accent. believe me, it works. what does it work? i dunno. but it works.
"leveta..................scapuli"
if you dont wanna do it, then just picture me doing it. with the hand movements and all. just try not to do it during the exam.
peace out yall. its my day to do whatever the hell i want!
dont worry, im not gonna egg anyones house, i swear.
one last thing, its comforting to know that a few of your boys on aa have all the "hoochie-pages" saved. hahaha buncha jag-offs. i guess its for quick referencing eh "bradahs"?
jag-offs.
well look whos up and early?
i think it was the sun that woke me up. usually i would mind waking up too early, when i dont gotta, but in this case, the sun woke me, so its coo, its coo.
actually, its good that i woke up today..this early i mean. not that i woke up in general. but then its good i wake up everyday in general, otherwise id die. but now im just rambling.
big ups to r.j. its his barfday today! youre fucking old man! 21..thats some old shit. i can hear the creaking in your joints whenever you move (dont worry dude, i know u know anatomy. u dont gotta impress me by naming one of the body's numerous articulations). anyhow, best wishes you chinese-looking bastard. i'll make note of squeezing your nob next time i see you. oh yea, gluck with the exam tomorrow. mr. neil smith is a bizzach.
which brings me to this pointer id like to share.
if youre studying anatomy, and youre goin at it for hours on end, start reciting the terms to yourself with an english accent. believe me, it works. what does it work? i dunno. but it works.
"leveta..................scapuli"
if you dont wanna do it, then just picture me doing it. with the hand movements and all. just try not to do it during the exam.
peace out yall. its my day to do whatever the hell i want!
dont worry, im not gonna egg anyones house, i swear.
one last thing, its comforting to know that a few of your boys on aa have all the "hoochie-pages" saved. hahaha buncha jag-offs. i guess its for quick referencing eh "bradahs"?
jag-offs.
today, i make my comeback to the gym. today, i start training. today, i reclaim my title in the gym.
whats a kinesiologist whos not fit?
its like a corrupt cop.
been training the mind alot lately. but wheres the physical?
whats a kinesiologist whos not fit?
its like a corrupt cop.
been training the mind alot lately. but wheres the physical?
its crunch time in all of academia. and although i dont see alot of you, i feel your pain.
it`s a bitch trying to get into college or univesity. its a bitch studying and writing finals.
that`s why i wanna motivate you. when in doubt of yourself, come here and listen.
listen to the lyrics carefully.
be one with the notes. let it flow through you.
the words will elevate your soul. let milkfart be your PST (psychological skills trainer). after every verse, ill attempt to interpret what stan is saying. however, we all know there are no words that can possibly describe this song.
what better way to convey my message to you other than the form of a power ballad.
tony robbins could`ve of said it better.
good luck.
first up, one of the best power ballads of all time taken from transformers the movie.
yes, folks, stan bush all the way.
why?
because....you got the touch.
The Touch
artist: Stan Bush
Writers: Stan Bush, Lenny Macaluso
Producer: Richie Wise
Engineers: Tony Papa, Jamey Dell
You got the touch
You got the power
(yeah!)
(cue riffs)
After all is said and done
You`ve never walked, you`ve never run,
you`re a winner
(this particular verse invokes that power within each and every one of us.
all of us have that inner strength that`s unchanneled.
this energy; this light; it is one that we all must learn to hone.
yes, you are a winner.)
You got the moves, you know the streets
Break the rules, take the heat
You`re nobody`s fool
(when you come to a problem in life remember, this is your world.
you`re turf.
you`re willing and able to do anything it takes to be on top.
you`re willing to face the consequences.
refuse to be made a fool.)
You`re at your best when the goin` gets rough
You`ve been put to the test, but it`s never enough
(you have a zest for life.
you love challenge.
overcoming the barriers of life is nothing but second nature to you.)
You got the touch
You got the power
When all hell`s breakin` loose
You`ll be riding the eye of the storm
(you love danger.
your best work is done under pressure.
don`t let anything stop you.)
You got the heart
You got the motion
(competition is fierce, but your determination separates you from the rest.
you have the drive. the passion.
be second to noone. refuse nothing but the best.)
You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch
You never bend, you never break
You seem to know just what it takes
You`re a fighter
(the pressure is on, but you know your potential flows infinitely within you.
nothing can phase you.
you`re not gonna be walked on.)
It`s in the blood, it`s in the will
It`s in the mighty hands of steel
When you`re standin` your ground
And you never get hit when your back`s to the wall
Gonna fight to the end and you`re takin` it all
(you can do this. this is what it`s all been leading up to.
there`s nowhere to run. there`s nothing to do but fight.
do what you gotta do to achieve.)
You got the touch
You got the power
When all hell`s breakin` loose
You`ll be riding the eye of the storm
You got the heart
You got the motion
You know that when things get too tough
You got the touch
You`re fightin` fire with fire
You know you got the touch
(you have talent. a talent that noone can take away from you.
use this.)
You`re at your best when when the road gets rough
You`ve been put to the test, but it`s never enough
(bridge)
You got the touch
You got the power
(crazy inspiring guitar riffs)
You got the touch
You got the power (touch)
yeah!
(gotta love that song. gotta.)
Saturday, April 12, 2003
nuttin to say today. just here.
writing in 11 hours.
why can't i be a hunk like david??
writing in 11 hours.
why can't i be a hunk like david??
Friday, April 11, 2003
chance.
i hate people who say "it was meant to be" or "it was fate"
whatta load of crap.
those of you who feel this way are disillusional and live in a fucking fantasy world with pixie dust and glitter all over your sorry asses.
(dont ask where i find pictures, i just do)
im sorry but things dont happen for a reason.
the belief that things happen just because they were intended by supreme forces, out of our mortal control, is total crap. everything is the end result of some kinda effort. everything. imma take this from the religious point of view, cause indeed, i am religious. not hardcore catholic or anything..but i believe nonetheless. if youre not, then that's cool too. no problem here.
anyhow, about this "fate" business, in terms or relationships.."it was meant to be.."..."it wasnt meant to be"..."it all happens for a reason"..."if it was meant to be, then.."
jigga please!
all things happen as a result of hard work, and your drive to make things work.
relationships are made and kept as the result of hardwork from both parties.
relationships are broken, and end, as the result of a lack thereof. (like my grammatical mechanics eh??)
the null hypothesis that so many of you are willing to retain, in terms of "destiny", is that:
hardwork = sitting on your ass and doing nothing
(im not even gonna bold that, cause its not worth bolding)
i beg to differ. the same can be said for where you are in life and your drive. people dont just get to where they are out of sheer coincidence. people dont just happen to live where they are, wear the clothes they do, or most importantly, work the jobs they work.
hard work is required for everything. know this.
it just churns my stomach, like an amish woman churns butter, to hear the phrase, "it was never 'meant' to be".
meant by who? by what?
whatta load of crap.
no i dont believe God has a laid out plan for us. not for one second.
sure the Big Guy in the sky has a set of guidelines for us, indeed, but my perspective is that he wants us to learn..and set our own paths. these are his true intentions. imagine how big his dayrunner would be if he had a specific set plan for bob, jane, larry and habib? geez, that'd be like 9475686736300847875 to the exponent 498938 pages thick!
HE doesnt say "bill is gonna go to the store, hes gonna put one foot in front of the other for exactly 6985 paces, turn left and do another 456 paces, purchase a bag of chips, and do the same thing on the return trip." He's not gonna add, "I should also make a note to Myself, that bill will take this particular path."
no no no..thats not the way. things just dont happen..for no reason. wake the hell up. if you truly believe this far-fetched notion, then approach life by sitting on your ass and doing nothing.
i mean, if you do believe things will be ok in life, if you do believe youre gonna find the perfect husband or perfect wife, live in the perfect house, by means of any other factor other than your own control, then fuck..do that. sit on your ass. if you are correct, and your approach is the correct one, then life will be just fine wont it?
true?
oh f'sho
n'est pas?
but in all honesty, take my advice, get off your asses and try putting in some effort. whether a in a relationship,skool, work or life in general. otherwise youll be just fooling yourself.
but then again, maybe fooling yourself was meant to be
holy shit.
i hate people who say "it was meant to be" or "it was fate"
those of you who feel this way are disillusional and live in a fucking fantasy world with pixie dust and glitter all over your sorry asses.
(dont ask where i find pictures, i just do)
im sorry but things dont happen for a reason.
the belief that things happen just because they were intended by supreme forces, out of our mortal control, is total crap. everything is the end result of some kinda effort. everything. imma take this from the religious point of view, cause indeed, i am religious. not hardcore catholic or anything..but i believe nonetheless. if youre not, then that's cool too. no problem here.
anyhow, about this "fate" business, in terms or relationships.."it was meant to be.."..."it wasnt meant to be"..."it all happens for a reason"..."if it was meant to be, then.."
all things happen as a result of hard work, and your drive to make things work.
relationships are made and kept as the result of hardwork from both parties.
relationships are broken, and end, as the result of a lack thereof. (like my grammatical mechanics eh??)
hardwork = sitting on your ass and doing nothing
(im not even gonna bold that, cause its not worth bolding)
i beg to differ. the same can be said for where you are in life and your drive. people dont just get to where they are out of sheer coincidence. people dont just happen to live where they are, wear the clothes they do, or most importantly, work the jobs they work.
hard work is required for everything. know this.
it just churns my stomach, like an amish woman churns butter, to hear the phrase, "it was never 'meant' to be".
meant by who? by what?
whatta load of crap.
no i dont believe God has a laid out plan for us. not for one second.
sure the Big Guy in the sky has a set of guidelines for us, indeed, but my perspective is that he wants us to learn..and set our own paths. these are his true intentions. imagine how big his dayrunner would be if he had a specific set plan for bob, jane, larry and habib? geez, that'd be like 9475686736300847875 to the exponent 498938 pages thick!
HE doesnt say "bill is gonna go to the store, hes gonna put one foot in front of the other for exactly 6985 paces, turn left and do another 456 paces, purchase a bag of chips, and do the same thing on the return trip." He's not gonna add, "I should also make a note to Myself, that bill will take this particular path."
no no no..thats not the way. things just dont happen..for no reason. wake the hell up. if you truly believe this far-fetched notion, then approach life by sitting on your ass and doing nothing.
i mean, if you do believe things will be ok in life, if you do believe youre gonna find the perfect husband or perfect wife, live in the perfect house, by means of any other factor other than your own control, then fuck..do that. sit on your ass. if you are correct, and your approach is the correct one, then life will be just fine wont it?
true?
n'est pas?
but in all honesty, take my advice, get off your asses and try putting in some effort. whether a in a relationship,skool, work or life in general. otherwise youll be just fooling yourself.
but then again, maybe fooling yourself was meant to be
holy shit.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
let's blog. we can dance too, but let's blog.
i can't sleep so well jus do this....
went back to the gym today.
after what? 2 weeks grace period.
anyhow, went back, attempted to workout. that wasn't happening.
my gym is still sooo gay. it is. don't believe me? i did a whole friggin article on it. that'll be your answer why. there's really no point in staying there. i mean its convenient and all, i have a brotherhood there, but shit's getting outta control. its ridiculous there. lack of motivation in that particular environment. lack of proper technique. oversaturation of ego and machismo..and no girls! what the hell is that? well, not too many nice girls. and adult contemporary on the speakers???
then you wonder why i drown out everyone with my minidisc thumping in my dome while ripping more than half my body weight off my chest.
anyhow, had to cut that workout short on the count of my blood reaching near hypoglycemic-like levels (not really though, cause im not diabetic).
(well whatd'ya expect jay, you jackass, you didn't eat jack since 8hours prior.)
so im leaving..and guess what? my membership expired during my hiatus. which is no problem..that just means i get a new membership card.
finally switched over to a digital id system.
mind you, my picture is soo pixelized..i kinda look like max hedroom. remember max??? he likes coke. anyone recall??????
whats that you ask? howd the exam go?? well...thats for a later entry. id like to keep you anticipating.
i can't sleep so well jus do this....
went back to the gym today.
after what? 2 weeks grace period.
anyhow, went back, attempted to workout. that wasn't happening.
my gym is still sooo gay. it is. don't believe me? i did a whole friggin article on it. that'll be your answer why. there's really no point in staying there. i mean its convenient and all, i have a brotherhood there, but shit's getting outta control. its ridiculous there. lack of motivation in that particular environment. lack of proper technique. oversaturation of ego and machismo..and no girls! what the hell is that? well, not too many nice girls. and adult contemporary on the speakers???
then you wonder why i drown out everyone with my minidisc thumping in my dome while ripping more than half my body weight off my chest.
anyhow, had to cut that workout short on the count of my blood reaching near hypoglycemic-like levels (not really though, cause im not diabetic).
(well whatd'ya expect jay, you jackass, you didn't eat jack since 8hours prior.)
so im leaving..and guess what? my membership expired during my hiatus. which is no problem..that just means i get a new membership card.
finally switched over to a digital id system.
mind you, my picture is soo pixelized..i kinda look like max hedroom. remember max??? he likes coke. anyone recall??????
whats that you ask? howd the exam go?? well...thats for a later entry. id like to keep you anticipating.
tale of the tape
first up.
3 hours of rock `em sock `em sadistical statistical madness!!!
| venue: tait mckenzie fieldhouse (york u) | time: 15:30 | date: april 9 |
merv.
|age| unknown. possibly hundreds or millions of years (due to popular belief of being an alien)
BRE from U of British Columbia
MA(Physical Education) from York U
|disciplines| statistics, research methods, skilled performance & motor learning
|claim to fame| bears strong resemblance to the green goblin.
|stakes| 70% final in analysis of data in kinesiology (aka stats)& honours standing (i.e. "do or die"; "kill or be killed")
*milkfart strategy*
be quick. be precise. be calm. stats is no joke.
"Spider-Man! This is why only fools are heroes - because you never know when some lunatic will come along with a sadistic choice. Let die the woman you love....or suffer the little children. Make your choice, Spider-Man, and see how a hero is rewarded."
the challenging underdog.
jay.
|age| 21
bachelor`s of nothing
master`s ofnothing
phDof nothing
|wt| 148lbs. of lean filipino pork sausage
|skills| (2nd year kin-major, he`s made it this far, he figures he might as well go further) attained orange belt in goju-ryu karate at the tender age of 12, the only asian playing european handball, extraordinary dismount potential off men`s gymnastics high bar, and who can forget..his killer cha-cha and cucaracha steps. the man is gifted. greatness personified.
women love him. men respect him. mothers want him to kiss their babies. janitors hate him.
"God bless America, cause when these two collide, its gon` be the end. the armageddon hella fulla frustration! its gon` be madness on campus, the showdown in yo` town! for just $69.95, you too can be a part of this spectacular event!"
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
doomsday.
like professor widmeyer said in sport psych, anxiety is a sure sign of readiness (to an extent of course).
well see if i can pull through. this is it folks.
remember....
70% final exam.
remember...
the midterm was an alotted 45 minutes to write, but in reality, was designed for 2 hours.
remember...
i should get some rest.
hahaha g'nite.
like professor widmeyer said in sport psych, anxiety is a sure sign of readiness (to an extent of course).
well see if i can pull through. this is it folks.
remember....
remember...
the midterm was an alotted 45 minutes to write, but in reality, was designed for 2 hours.
remember...
i should get some rest.
hahaha g'nite.
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
the odds.
feeling quite the genuine pinoy today.
lets start off from breakfast. woke up..go downstairs..and what's for eats??
fly lice!!!
mmmmmmmm that's fried rice you buffoons.
lunch time comes around, and mom's cooks sour bamboo shoots with shrimps dish. i could say the name in filipino, but i dont think i could spell it right, nor have you understand me. so yea, that was lunch.
dinner comes around, and the main course, since it was just her and i, was a repeat leftover session from lunch. however, my mom, the best mom in the whole world, made a fruit salad. not just any fruit salad though..this was more of a tropical fruit salad consisting of mom's favourites. so there was apple, k, thats not so tropical..but aside from that, there was kiwi, papaya and "chico" fruit..i dunno what the real name of that is, i could attempt to type the thai name..but thats just too hard..anyhow, yea, chico fruit..sorta has this tamarind-like, tart taste in addition to a super sweetness. but yea, enough bout describing the thing, i coulda took a picture, but hey, im a busy guy.
anyhow, that's why i feel genuinely flip today. no "white" food today, not a trace. mmmmm. its good that way.
as for another thing, at lunch, moms and i were watching t.v. she kinda put things into perspective for me. i should note that we were watching one of those real-life e.r. shows on tlc..and this guy was getting an ultrasound done for an internal injury..
so about the show, moms is telling me bout the hospital and the various equipments in there, cause of course, shes familiar. we get to the ultrasound and shes like "u know, i had one of those done when i was pregnant with you" im like...oh yea..that's cool (thinking nothing really of ultrasounds and pregnant women). she then adds "i got it done to see if there were any deformities with you, physically..or if you had down syndrome, cause you know, i was 41 at the time". for a moment there, i realized my mom was pretty late in her years when she gave birth to me. wow. 41! and i turned out just fine. i guess. i beat the odds. moms beat the odds! we beat 'em together.
imma little miracle aren't i??
phew.
my whole being is testiment that odds are odds and not simply ever, but never a probability equal to one.
it should've been obvious before, but i never really took the time to do the math and figure out how old she was during her term with me.
im just in awe now.
that's dope i guess.
just a personal, sentimental thing i had to add to today's blog. captivated me since lunch.
thanks mom.
and that's about it for this blog...for the day of course.
not for good.
yes, less than 24 hours to do what i gotta do, if anything left to do, for this stats exam tomorrow. well, thats all folks. peace
one last note about my parents...40 huh? i dont wanna even picture them. but still, i gotta give props where props are do....
go mom!
go dad!
go! go! go! go!
i can't let you guys down. i won't let you guys down.
feeling quite the genuine pinoy today.
lets start off from breakfast. woke up..go downstairs..and what's for eats??
fly lice!!!
mmmmmmmm that's fried rice you buffoons.
lunch time comes around, and mom's cooks sour bamboo shoots with shrimps dish. i could say the name in filipino, but i dont think i could spell it right, nor have you understand me. so yea, that was lunch.
dinner comes around, and the main course, since it was just her and i, was a repeat leftover session from lunch. however, my mom, the best mom in the whole world, made a fruit salad. not just any fruit salad though..this was more of a tropical fruit salad consisting of mom's favourites. so there was apple, k, thats not so tropical..but aside from that, there was kiwi, papaya and "chico" fruit..i dunno what the real name of that is, i could attempt to type the thai name..but thats just too hard..anyhow, yea, chico fruit..sorta has this tamarind-like, tart taste in addition to a super sweetness. but yea, enough bout describing the thing, i coulda took a picture, but hey, im a busy guy.
anyhow, that's why i feel genuinely flip today. no "white" food today, not a trace. mmmmm. its good that way.
as for another thing, at lunch, moms and i were watching t.v. she kinda put things into perspective for me. i should note that we were watching one of those real-life e.r. shows on tlc..and this guy was getting an ultrasound done for an internal injury..
so about the show, moms is telling me bout the hospital and the various equipments in there, cause of course, shes familiar. we get to the ultrasound and shes like "u know, i had one of those done when i was pregnant with you" im like...oh yea..that's cool (thinking nothing really of ultrasounds and pregnant women). she then adds "i got it done to see if there were any deformities with you, physically..or if you had down syndrome, cause you know, i was 41 at the time". for a moment there, i realized my mom was pretty late in her years when she gave birth to me. wow. 41! and i turned out just fine. i guess. i beat the odds. moms beat the odds! we beat 'em together.
imma little miracle aren't i??
phew.
my whole being is testiment that odds are odds and not simply ever, but never a probability equal to one.
it should've been obvious before, but i never really took the time to do the math and figure out how old she was during her term with me.
im just in awe now.
that's dope i guess.
just a personal, sentimental thing i had to add to today's blog. captivated me since lunch.
thanks mom.
and that's about it for this blog...for the day of course.
not for good.
yes, less than 24 hours to do what i gotta do, if anything left to do, for this stats exam tomorrow. well, thats all folks. peace
one last note about my parents...40 huh? i dont wanna even picture them. but still, i gotta give props where props are do....
go dad!
go! go! go! go!
i can't let you guys down. i won't let you guys down.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Sunday, April 06, 2003
told ya so.
i took another break about an hr ago. dont worry, just for ten minutes..and what movie was on showcase??...
american pycho!! crap. one of my favs, again. that makes about....579387894378975893787389378 favourites of jay.
and on b.e.t...beverly hills cop 2.
awww mannnnn!!
good night. and on that note, we lose an hour of sleep tonite. sucks ass.
spring is good in the sense that you get more sunlight. but its bad that you gotta lose an hour..i hate this bidness.
i took another break about an hr ago. dont worry, just for ten minutes..and what movie was on showcase??...
american pycho!! crap. one of my favs, again. that makes about....579387894378975893787389378 favourites of jay.
and on b.e.t...beverly hills cop 2.
awww mannnnn!!
good night. and on that note, we lose an hour of sleep tonite. sucks ass.
spring is good in the sense that you get more sunlight. but its bad that you gotta lose an hour..i hate this bidness.
Saturday, April 05, 2003
break me off a piece'a that kit kat bar
4 days
its gonna take a whole lot more than a chocolatey wafer to even come near qualification of a break for this lad.
but yea, breaktime for me. its a nice change to leave ur studying just for a bit, and talk about absolute stupidness.
like i've said before, it seems that whenever i study, or have something major due; like a test or exam, there always seems to be a damn good movie on the box.
k, maybe some of you might not agree with this movie being a good movie..but folks, tnn was screening deathwish II. and what's even better, my mom was the one who was watching it!
i think filipinos like those kinda movies...senseless blasting, killing and what not. actually, i could be wrong. mom is just a big charles bronson fan, thats all.
"no i didn't order a pizza, you dumb jerk. im charles bronson, and i'll blow you fucking brains out."
but about the movie, no ididn't watch it, im studying..in the kitchen, remember? k, maybe i caught a good ten minutes of it. i had to. other than that, all i could do was hear the faint cries of mr. bronson's vicitims. but i was thinking, and maybe some of you agree with me, they really dont make a movie like that anymore. hahaha i wonder why?
anyhow, now, we turn to fox, and dirty rotten scoundrels is playing. steve martin baby! an 80s classic no doubt. but once again, i can do nothing but listen from the kitchen with my lamp shinning over my cranium...eyes on the text, pencil in hand calculator to the left and high lighter to the right. ohh the days of final preparation.
anyhow, back to the house of pain peeps!
by the way, this weather sucks ass! if you read my archive entry about this time last year..or a bit ahead from this week, you'll see that i was bitching about how humid it was. i also contemplated if my family was ready to start the "air conditioner" season yet or not. but yea..this weather sucks.
and on that note....bring on this exam! cause hopefully, imma do....
excellent!
*plays air guitar and fixes bang like keanu*
one more thing..this skool thing, its nice..but shoot, i think i wanna be a vigilante!!
4 days
its gonna take a whole lot more than a chocolatey wafer to even come near qualification of a break for this lad.
but yea, breaktime for me. its a nice change to leave ur studying just for a bit, and talk about absolute stupidness.
like i've said before, it seems that whenever i study, or have something major due; like a test or exam, there always seems to be a damn good movie on the box.
k, maybe some of you might not agree with this movie being a good movie..but folks, tnn was screening deathwish II. and what's even better, my mom was the one who was watching it!
i think filipinos like those kinda movies...senseless blasting, killing and what not. actually, i could be wrong. mom is just a big charles bronson fan, thats all.
"no i didn't order a pizza, you dumb jerk. im charles bronson, and i'll blow you fucking brains out."
but about the movie, no ididn't watch it, im studying..in the kitchen, remember? k, maybe i caught a good ten minutes of it. i had to. other than that, all i could do was hear the faint cries of mr. bronson's vicitims. but i was thinking, and maybe some of you agree with me, they really dont make a movie like that anymore. hahaha i wonder why?
anyhow, now, we turn to fox, and dirty rotten scoundrels is playing. steve martin baby! an 80s classic no doubt. but once again, i can do nothing but listen from the kitchen with my lamp shinning over my cranium...eyes on the text, pencil in hand calculator to the left and high lighter to the right. ohh the days of final preparation.
anyhow, back to the house of pain peeps!
by the way, this weather sucks ass! if you read my archive entry about this time last year..or a bit ahead from this week, you'll see that i was bitching about how humid it was. i also contemplated if my family was ready to start the "air conditioner" season yet or not. but yea..this weather sucks.
and on that note....bring on this exam! cause hopefully, imma do....
excellent!
*plays air guitar and fixes bang like keanu*
one more thing..this skool thing, its nice..but shoot, i think i wanna be a vigilante!!
Friday, April 04, 2003
friday nite..yet home again..doing nothing. which isnt so bad, considering that ive lost all track of time both conciously and physically.
i haven't left my house in 3 days. i havent socialized with anyone but family and a few late nite friends via msn either.
this is fuct.
whats the probability that the next person you see on the street will be a good looking woman having a moustache, with brown hair and glasses?
do you know your stats?
good if you do, cause i just threw a trick question at you.
what women with a moustache is good looking??? maybe overseas, but not by western standards. sorry.
i haven't left my house in 3 days. i havent socialized with anyone but family and a few late nite friends via msn either.
this is fuct.
whats the probability that the next person you see on the street will be a good looking woman having a moustache, with brown hair and glasses?
do you know your stats?
good if you do, cause i just threw a trick question at you.
what women with a moustache is good looking??? maybe overseas, but not by western standards. sorry.
hhahaha look at me..im not asleep...im crazy.
looked outside too. wet snow/ice storm/crap/total bullcrap...whatsupwitdat?!!
looked outside too. wet snow/ice storm/crap/total bullcrap...whatsupwitdat?!!
k, had to come back just to make a wrestling update...cause you know, i just hadto break from studying (for two hours though jay??..cmon!) and catch some wrestling.
man, ive been missing out. i didnt even know the hulkster won against vinny mac. he crushed mcmahonia. niiiiiiiice.
i myself, have always been a true hulkamaniac no doubt.
another thing, piper's pit is coming back?? and jimmy hart was with hogan!! whoa whoa..its like im living my years in the 80s all over again..im feelin it, im feelin it!
wrestling implies so much homoeroticism, but damn, i love it.
but yea, aside from the fond memories of childhood...torrie wilson was out to promote her playboy pictorial...man oh man..i cant wait to see that.
she's my favourite..idont usually like blondes, but damn...shes fit..shes tanned..and shes blonde..what more could u want? and green eyes!!!! whoa whoa whoa..time out...cut the music..lock the door, this man needs some kleenex.
but beyond her..did anyone see who came back???!!!!!
sable! sable, that's who! sable!!!! which reminds me, what ever happend to her hubby mero..was it mark mero?? or whatever?? imma need confirmation on that...he kinda looked like little richard. but yea, back to sable!!
sable
(so she doesn't have a problem with filipinos. yessss)
another blonde..whoa whoa whoa...she, too, was in playboy..the fist wwe diva to pose in playboy..damn...imma have a nervous breakdown over here..im off...gnite....
...and no, im not off to go tug on myself..im really going to bed. geez.
torrie
where are these gyms? where do i sign up?!!!
k, enough obscene images on here..sorry to female viewers. no offense intended. really.
man, ive been missing out. i didnt even know the hulkster won against vinny mac. he crushed mcmahonia. niiiiiiiice.
i myself, have always been a true hulkamaniac no doubt.
another thing, piper's pit is coming back?? and jimmy hart was with hogan!! whoa whoa..its like im living my years in the 80s all over again..im feelin it, im feelin it!
wrestling implies so much homoeroticism, but damn, i love it.
but yea, aside from the fond memories of childhood...torrie wilson was out to promote her playboy pictorial...man oh man..i cant wait to see that.
she's my favourite..idont usually like blondes, but damn...shes fit..shes tanned..and shes blonde..what more could u want? and green eyes!!!! whoa whoa whoa..time out...cut the music..lock the door, this man needs some kleenex.
but beyond her..did anyone see who came back???!!!!!
sable! sable, that's who! sable!!!! which reminds me, what ever happend to her hubby mero..was it mark mero?? or whatever?? imma need confirmation on that...he kinda looked like little richard. but yea, back to sable!!
sable
(so she doesn't have a problem with filipinos. yessss)
another blonde..whoa whoa whoa...she, too, was in playboy..the fist wwe diva to pose in playboy..damn...imma have a nervous breakdown over here..im off...gnite....
...and no, im not off to go tug on myself..im really going to bed. geez.
where are these gyms? where do i sign up?!!!
k, enough obscene images on here..sorry to female viewers. no offense intended. really.
you can see me now!
5 days
there we go, i couldnt get my postings up for the last few days...such garbage. anyhow, had to change the whole set up. stoopid crap. urrrgh.
obviously, my sleep patterns are once again messed. its 3am and here i am, just finished my daily intake of studying.
for this particular exam, im taking the "study at home" path vs the library. its my old stylee, and hopefully, itll do its justice come wednesday. anyhow, about studying at home, yes there are distractions, but i can block those out when they make themselves present. however, as im at the kitchen table, pops is watching news, for what seems like 70% of his day. blowing out the speakers of our hitachi too. its all good, that its loud, no beef, but news all day? war all day???? like i said previously, its straining. and cnn..that guy..the anchor..the guy..u know, with the glasses..the guy..he looks like a geek..with the hair..the guy..the glasses..not larry king..the guy..the white guy..aaron something..urrrgh..anyhow, i hate him. hes the worst anchor. makes me wonder how much they pay his ass to talk all day about the war. and who the hell is he questioning here and there? and what the hell is he asking??? case and point, "can you pan the camera so we can see exactly whats goin on there?.." reply from other guy..the guy..u know..the other guy..he said, "sorry, im not authorized to show you our exact location cause that would enable the iraqi military to gain an advantage over us"..well duh, man. geez..that guy. and not only once in the day did that anchor as that..but twice! yes, twice..i just heard it now..unless im tripping out cause its so late. anyhow, instead of turning off the t.v. where my bro was sleeping before going up to bed, i left it on..energy crisis? high bills?? ehhh, who cares! i think people deserve to sleep to the flickering and sound of the t.v. every now and then. its sorta soothing. like a mother's heartbeat to a baby.
another thing...about this sars "bidness"...im scared man. real scared. im scared for my moms especially. working in the hospital can really suck ass sometimes can't it?
that's all for now. good to be back bloggin on the block.
dont be fooled by the rocks that i got, im still (im still) jason on the blog.
holla. k, that was sorta, kinda wack.
from pakistan to palestine, signing off.
you know..that guy!
5 days
there we go, i couldnt get my postings up for the last few days...such garbage. anyhow, had to change the whole set up. stoopid crap. urrrgh.
obviously, my sleep patterns are once again messed. its 3am and here i am, just finished my daily intake of studying.
for this particular exam, im taking the "study at home" path vs the library. its my old stylee, and hopefully, itll do its justice come wednesday. anyhow, about studying at home, yes there are distractions, but i can block those out when they make themselves present. however, as im at the kitchen table, pops is watching news, for what seems like 70% of his day. blowing out the speakers of our hitachi too. its all good, that its loud, no beef, but news all day? war all day???? like i said previously, its straining. and cnn..that guy..the anchor..the guy..u know, with the glasses..the guy..he looks like a geek..with the hair..the guy..the glasses..not larry king..the guy..the white guy..aaron something..urrrgh..anyhow, i hate him. hes the worst anchor. makes me wonder how much they pay his ass to talk all day about the war. and who the hell is he questioning here and there? and what the hell is he asking??? case and point, "can you pan the camera so we can see exactly whats goin on there?.." reply from other guy..the guy..u know..the other guy..he said, "sorry, im not authorized to show you our exact location cause that would enable the iraqi military to gain an advantage over us"..well duh, man. geez..that guy. and not only once in the day did that anchor as that..but twice! yes, twice..i just heard it now..unless im tripping out cause its so late. anyhow, instead of turning off the t.v. where my bro was sleeping before going up to bed, i left it on..energy crisis? high bills?? ehhh, who cares! i think people deserve to sleep to the flickering and sound of the t.v. every now and then. its sorta soothing. like a mother's heartbeat to a baby.
another thing...about this sars "bidness"...im scared man. real scared. im scared for my moms especially. working in the hospital can really suck ass sometimes can't it?
that's all for now. good to be back bloggin on the block.
dont be fooled by the rocks that i got, im still (im still) jason on the blog.
holla. k, that was sorta, kinda wack.
from pakistan to palestine, signing off.
you know..that guy!
Thursday, April 03, 2003
and so it begins...
6 days
here again. first things first, already april! now can you believe that? dammmmn damn damn.
being its not march anymore, it would mean that i would switch my calender to its april page. however, being that the calender girl for march, my favourite girl, a goddess actually, brook burke, graced the page, i dont think imma turn to whoever the next girl is. i like looking at brooke, and yes, she likes looking at me too. i believe so. she even talks to me. i can hear her whispers. but shhhh, dont tell anyone about that. that'll be a little secret between me and you.
straight up foine, ya herd!
one women who, on command, i would kill anyone, but family members, for.
(i hate these tops on girls though, geez. do you need money to buy a real shirt?? i dunno if i wanna use the shirt to wax my car or ferment and squeeze dry cheese in)
shoot, i almost forgot, the above day tracking refers to days numbered till my first exam. but yea, that's a personal note. i kinda like putting things in big bold letters...its personal preference. for emphasis i guess.
anyhow, the SARS is spreading everywhere. makes me kinda paranoid, which i should be anyways.
thank God my mom got the day off today and tomorrow, actually, its already tomorrow, or today, i mean. so i should say , thank God moms got the day off yesterday and today too.
confused?
still with me?
anyhow, i can't believe im finished classes for my fall/winter 2002 term. unbelievable. im a disbeliever i guess you could say. but shoot, can't and should't sleep on finals, finals are a large piece of the "why you go to skool" pie. anyhow, its late, 1am actually..almost..and i gotta long day up ahead in approx. 6 hours. happy studying fools. actually, if youre not studying, happy nothing.
6 days
here again. first things first, already april! now can you believe that? dammmmn damn damn.
being its not march anymore, it would mean that i would switch my calender to its april page. however, being that the calender girl for march, my favourite girl, a goddess actually, brook burke, graced the page, i dont think imma turn to whoever the next girl is. i like looking at brooke, and yes, she likes looking at me too. i believe so. she even talks to me. i can hear her whispers. but shhhh, dont tell anyone about that. that'll be a little secret between me and you.
one women who, on command, i would kill anyone, but family members, for.
(i hate these tops on girls though, geez. do you need money to buy a real shirt?? i dunno if i wanna use the shirt to wax my car or ferment and squeeze dry cheese in)
shoot, i almost forgot, the above day tracking refers to days numbered till my first exam. but yea, that's a personal note. i kinda like putting things in big bold letters...its personal preference. for emphasis i guess.
anyhow, the SARS is spreading everywhere. makes me kinda paranoid, which i should be anyways.
thank God my mom got the day off today and tomorrow, actually, its already tomorrow, or today, i mean. so i should say , thank God moms got the day off yesterday and today too.
confused?
still with me?
anyhow, i can't believe im finished classes for my fall/winter 2002 term. unbelievable. im a disbeliever i guess you could say. but shoot, can't and should't sleep on finals, finals are a large piece of the "why you go to skool" pie. anyhow, its late, 1am actually..almost..and i gotta long day up ahead in approx. 6 hours. happy studying fools. actually, if youre not studying, happy nothing.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
days gone by. (whatta gay title this one is)
been studying since 2:30.
got home at 8.
been doing a combo of studying and making text notes till now.
once again, i have been hassled into making text notes, in a group effort to understand the health textbook for the final exam scheduled for sometime next week (*note the "sometime").
and once again, i have been hassled into doin the longest chapter. which i dont mind, considering i got a B+ on the last exam (from a C in the previous one, before that) when i too, had to do the longest chapter of all the group members. i never realize ive been had till i actually finish the damn notes. whatta shame. whatta waste. anyhow, like i was saying, errr was going to say, a study group that never meets, yet studies together...somehow...thats some good stuff, right there. its like a a john and his hooker. you guys dont have anything goin on, yet you get the job done...somehow. anyhow....
you feel me?
been studying since 2:30.
got home at 8.
been doing a combo of studying and making text notes till now.
once again, i have been hassled into making text notes, in a group effort to understand the health textbook for the final exam scheduled for sometime next week (*note the "sometime").
and once again, i have been hassled into doin the longest chapter. which i dont mind, considering i got a B+ on the last exam (from a C in the previous one, before that) when i too, had to do the longest chapter of all the group members. i never realize ive been had till i actually finish the damn notes. whatta shame. whatta waste. anyhow, like i was saying, errr was going to say, a study group that never meets, yet studies together...somehow...thats some good stuff, right there. its like a a john and his hooker. you guys dont have anything goin on, yet you get the job done...somehow. anyhow....
you feel me?
