1. christine's mind puzzles kick ass! (she has yet to try mine..the bricks..its the bricks i tell ya. the bricks)
2. this is intorsting to me.
3. i tend to get alot of snot. i think it has to do with the computer and/or my window being open a lot of the time.
4. how the fuck are we supposed to see shit at the concert tomorrow?
oh well, good nite. look for me among the 1/2 million at the stones concert. ill be wearing a wifebeater...thats all...no shorts no pants. jus the beater..barefoot with the beater.
lordahmerceh! im bout to get dizzark.
2. this is intorsting to me.
3. i tend to get alot of snot. i think it has to do with the computer and/or my window being open a lot of the time.
4. how the fuck are we supposed to see shit at the concert tomorrow?
oh well, good nite. look for me among the 1/2 million at the stones concert. ill be wearing a wifebeater...thats all...no shorts no pants. jus the beater..barefoot with the beater.
lordahmerceh! im bout to get dizzark.
his name is robert polson. his name is robert polson. [repeat] his name is robert polson [again]
Published by jay d.
the great white hope.
r.i.p. bob
one of my mom's favourites, no doubt.
you know, i should really keep my mouth shut more often. i recall last week, it was moms, my bro and i watching t.v. me, with the stupid inquiries had to ask, "hey, isn't bob hope dead? i thought he died..." this was last week mind you. mom's reply was "no, hes still alive; sick i think. he's about 100 years old..."
[1 week later at breakfast - yesterday]
breaking news bob hope has died at the age of 100.
me and my big mouth. geez. well, God bless his soul. i just heard from my mother, that he had about 2000 awards and certificiates for being a humanitarian...wow. big ups to him.
as for tomorrow, the stones are playing what is to be the biggest concert in canada of all time. what i just heard is that people have started lining up at the entry gates since yesterday at 5pm. great. guess we're not gonna see shit tomorrow.
oh yea, i should mention. im going. prepare for me to be extremely dark by friday. and that's not to mention the possible excursion to wonderland on thursday. sheezus.
pass the sunblock and the fisherman hat. thanks. mighty thanks, actually.
r.i.p. bob
one of my mom's favourites, no doubt.
you know, i should really keep my mouth shut more often. i recall last week, it was moms, my bro and i watching t.v. me, with the stupid inquiries had to ask, "hey, isn't bob hope dead? i thought he died..." this was last week mind you. mom's reply was "no, hes still alive; sick i think. he's about 100 years old..."
[1 week later at breakfast - yesterday]
breaking news bob hope has died at the age of 100.
me and my big mouth. geez. well, God bless his soul. i just heard from my mother, that he had about 2000 awards and certificiates for being a humanitarian...wow. big ups to him.
as for tomorrow, the stones are playing what is to be the biggest concert in canada of all time. what i just heard is that people have started lining up at the entry gates since yesterday at 5pm. great. guess we're not gonna see shit tomorrow.
oh yea, i should mention. im going. prepare for me to be extremely dark by friday. and that's not to mention the possible excursion to wonderland on thursday. sheezus.
pass the sunblock and the fisherman hat. thanks. mighty thanks, actually.
men are very visual creatures. women, please bear with us, for we know not what we do. the summoning "down south" and it`s localized swelling is uncontrollable.
smut (noun) - 1. a. a particle of dirt, b. A smudge made by soot, smoke, or dirt. ; 2.a. obscenity in speech or writing, b. pornography
other than being a subheading under the seven deadly sin of lust, smut ain`t that bad really. noone ever got stabbed or shot while watching porn. but then again, i guess alotta guys were too tired and/or sedated after jacking off to even think about picking up their ak-47, machete or slingshot to do harm any innocent bystanders. however, there may have been shots, mind you...just not gunshots, that`s all.
*disclaimer* well, i guess you can figure where this edition is going, so yea, exit now if you feel you`re gonna be offended or stay..and be offended. it`s really up to you.
oh, the memories.
a little reminiscing about my personal journey about the whole xxx experience. i remember the day fondly. i said fondly, not "fondlingly". ahh yes, it was way back in gr.7, mike da costa`s house one sunny afternoon. there were about 6 or 7 pubescent and pre-pubescent boys in our convoy. yep, some with hair in weird places, some with weird smells;but that`s aside from the fact. why we were there you might ask? i have no clue. i guess catholic elementary skools during lunchrecess ain`t allthat. but yea, back to the viewing. the tape might`ve been from mike pento`s dad`s stash or something (who knows..we all know those italian dads have huge, amazing archives). so we`re watching, a buncha young perverted boys...mouths open..laughing now and then...scarfing down some pizza pockets....porn music a`bumping full blast volume in mike`s kitchen.
everything was just fine and dandy...all till we heard the front door open.
who was it? mike`s dad of course (that dumbass). well, we all scrambled outta there and went back to skool faster than a 12year old boy reaches orgasm while looking at the bra section in a sears flyer. yeah, literally, we got up and left...porn still in the rca vhs player...volume to the max, while mike got the yelling of his life.
i look back with regret. that wasn`t the right thing to do.
i mean...really....i wanted to finish that tape, that asshole.
so yea, that`s my account of the whole deal.
as for me, 9 years later, i dont watch porn (that often)..well not on tape that is..im scared itll get stuck in our vcr. and as for the computer..not enough memory. as tempting as it is, i cant sacrifice music for porn. sorry hardcore fanatics, but some of my music is better than pussy on a triscuit. DELICIOUS!
we be clubbin`.
onto another branch of the industry, to exotic adult clubs. once i turned 19..and once every male turns "of age", wherever they may be, it`s usually standard that you go to a stripclub. the first two months were glorious...i`ve never seen anything like it. but as i went, the whole atmosphere lost its lustre. i mean, you can only win so many beer t-shirts, posters, and other "favors" till it becomes tired. as for the place, yes, that, along with raves, are truly my vision of what hellon earthis.but hey, i still go..for special occasions of course and to possibly see some handicapped perverts get their underwears torn into shredsby a dancer and/or a limbless man lie on his back with a five dollar bill in his mouth.
that`s all there is to say about that really. and to conclude, i leave you all with some "gentlemen`s club" tips:
1. if you`re asian, and you want a lapdance, go for an asian dancer.
- they`ll give you hookups, no doubt. i assure you all. there`s that unspoken trust there that differentiates you from the other pigs. but hey, that`s not to say you`re not a pig - you`re just an asian pig, that`s all. i have my own private dancer..more on that a little later.
2. chris rock doesn`t lie, there`s no sex in the champagne room.
- try something stupid,and you`ll find a 300lb black dude in a ribbed shirt, picking you up by your testicles and opening the door with your head, before tossing your ass onto the ashphalt. respect the girls.
3. if you think about it, there really is no "pervert`s row".
- it`s more of a "pervert`s room". everyone in there is a pervert. i mean you didn`t go to the locomotion tavern to conduct a bible study class.
4. girls, let your boys go to stripclubs. shoot, go with them if you want.
- nothing goes on in there really. well, not unless your significant other is a high class executive type with an armani suit. in that case, he`s bound to get a lot of attention. other than that, let him get it out of his system. better now, than when you`re married. trust me, it gets really tired after awhile.
5. once you can eat inside a stripclub while viewing the scenery, you are an offical pervert.
-i have not reached this point, and don`t plan on doing so. a ham sandwich and cristy canyon...well the two were just never intended to be mixed. sick fucks
6. DO NOT FUCKING SMOKE IN MY FACE.
- if you find yourself seated next to me, do not do this. you don`t wanna fuck with me unless you are a gay man. believe me.
and that`s that. take that with you for future frequenting.
[footnote] as for my private dancer, as promised, she`s responsible for scaring me outta the place. if you`ve noticed, i don`t go and haven`t gone to my preferred establishment for almost a year now. she did give me hookups and yes, she was good. you might wonder, "why didnt he go back then?"..well, to let you know, one nite, she took it a little too far with an average shmuck like me...also, she believes she knows me..somehow...or she believes we know the same circle of friends.
once that was verbally expressed, im sorry, i got really disgusted, really fast.
for those who are dancers or plan on being dancers, do not..DO NOT..do not take the anonymity out of the stripper-pervert relationship. do not do this, no matter what. no guy wants to ever even think about a distant cousin dancing...furthermore, dancing for you, the perv...a relative..and you...you..the perv. noone wants that. also, noone wants to know a friend who dances. well maybe some do, i can see the argument there..but would it be cool seeing some girl at a party and saying "hey i know you, you asked me to take your thong off right? yea that`s you!". uphold the standards of anonymity under all conditions.
jay`s 5: (asian) porn starlettes/centerfolds
in terms of "asian" mind you, since this is an asian-based community
1. kobe tai
(taiwaneese)
2. kira kener
(vietnamese)
3. tera patrick
(thai)
4. sung hi lee
(korean)
5. francine dee
(chinese-filipina)
whoa. professionals.
[endnote]
to all, there are to be no more dates with palmela and wristina.
hesitation leads to masturbation.
smut (noun) - 1. a. a particle of dirt, b. A smudge made by soot, smoke, or dirt. ; 2.a. obscenity in speech or writing, b. pornography
other than being a subheading under the seven deadly sin of lust, smut ain`t that bad really. noone ever got stabbed or shot while watching porn. but then again, i guess alotta guys were too tired and/or sedated after jacking off to even think about picking up their ak-47, machete or slingshot to do harm any innocent bystanders. however, there may have been shots, mind you...just not gunshots, that`s all.
*disclaimer* well, i guess you can figure where this edition is going, so yea, exit now if you feel you`re gonna be offended or stay..and be offended. it`s really up to you.
oh, the memories.
a little reminiscing about my personal journey about the whole xxx experience. i remember the day fondly. i said fondly, not "fondlingly". ahh yes, it was way back in gr.7, mike da costa`s house one sunny afternoon. there were about 6 or 7 pubescent and pre-pubescent boys in our convoy. yep, some with hair in weird places, some with weird smells;but that`s aside from the fact. why we were there you might ask? i have no clue. i guess catholic elementary skools during lunchrecess ain`t allthat. but yea, back to the viewing. the tape might`ve been from mike pento`s dad`s stash or something (who knows..we all know those italian dads have huge, amazing archives). so we`re watching, a buncha young perverted boys...mouths open..laughing now and then...scarfing down some pizza pockets....porn music a`bumping full blast volume in mike`s kitchen.
everything was just fine and dandy...all till we heard the front door open.
who was it? mike`s dad of course (that dumbass). well, we all scrambled outta there and went back to skool faster than a 12year old boy reaches orgasm while looking at the bra section in a sears flyer. yeah, literally, we got up and left...porn still in the rca vhs player...volume to the max, while mike got the yelling of his life.
i look back with regret. that wasn`t the right thing to do.
i mean...really....i wanted to finish that tape, that asshole.
so yea, that`s my account of the whole deal.
as for me, 9 years later, i dont watch porn (that often)..well not on tape that is..im scared itll get stuck in our vcr. and as for the computer..not enough memory. as tempting as it is, i cant sacrifice music for porn. sorry hardcore fanatics, but some of my music is better than pussy on a triscuit. DELICIOUS!
we be clubbin`.
onto another branch of the industry, to exotic adult clubs. once i turned 19..and once every male turns "of age", wherever they may be, it`s usually standard that you go to a stripclub. the first two months were glorious...i`ve never seen anything like it. but as i went, the whole atmosphere lost its lustre. i mean, you can only win so many beer t-shirts, posters, and other "favors" till it becomes tired. as for the place, yes, that, along with raves, are truly my vision of what hellon earthis.but hey, i still go..for special occasions of course and to possibly see some handicapped perverts get their underwears torn into shredsby a dancer and/or a limbless man lie on his back with a five dollar bill in his mouth.
that`s all there is to say about that really. and to conclude, i leave you all with some "gentlemen`s club" tips:
1. if you`re asian, and you want a lapdance, go for an asian dancer.
- they`ll give you hookups, no doubt. i assure you all. there`s that unspoken trust there that differentiates you from the other pigs. but hey, that`s not to say you`re not a pig - you`re just an asian pig, that`s all. i have my own private dancer..more on that a little later.
2. chris rock doesn`t lie, there`s no sex in the champagne room.
- try something stupid,and you`ll find a 300lb black dude in a ribbed shirt, picking you up by your testicles and opening the door with your head, before tossing your ass onto the ashphalt. respect the girls.
3. if you think about it, there really is no "pervert`s row".
- it`s more of a "pervert`s room". everyone in there is a pervert. i mean you didn`t go to the locomotion tavern to conduct a bible study class.
4. girls, let your boys go to stripclubs. shoot, go with them if you want.
- nothing goes on in there really. well, not unless your significant other is a high class executive type with an armani suit. in that case, he`s bound to get a lot of attention. other than that, let him get it out of his system. better now, than when you`re married. trust me, it gets really tired after awhile.
5. once you can eat inside a stripclub while viewing the scenery, you are an offical pervert.
-i have not reached this point, and don`t plan on doing so. a ham sandwich and cristy canyon...well the two were just never intended to be mixed. sick fucks
6. DO NOT FUCKING SMOKE IN MY FACE.
- if you find yourself seated next to me, do not do this. you don`t wanna fuck with me unless you are a gay man. believe me.
and that`s that. take that with you for future frequenting.
[footnote] as for my private dancer, as promised, she`s responsible for scaring me outta the place. if you`ve noticed, i don`t go and haven`t gone to my preferred establishment for almost a year now. she did give me hookups and yes, she was good. you might wonder, "why didnt he go back then?"..well, to let you know, one nite, she took it a little too far with an average shmuck like me...also, she believes she knows me..somehow...or she believes we know the same circle of friends.
once that was verbally expressed, im sorry, i got really disgusted, really fast.
for those who are dancers or plan on being dancers, do not..DO NOT..do not take the anonymity out of the stripper-pervert relationship. do not do this, no matter what. no guy wants to ever even think about a distant cousin dancing...furthermore, dancing for you, the perv...a relative..and you...you..the perv. noone wants that. also, noone wants to know a friend who dances. well maybe some do, i can see the argument there..but would it be cool seeing some girl at a party and saying "hey i know you, you asked me to take your thong off right? yea that`s you!". uphold the standards of anonymity under all conditions.
jay`s 5: (asian) porn starlettes/centerfolds
in terms of "asian" mind you, since this is an asian-based community
1. kobe tai
(taiwaneese)
2. kira kener
(vietnamese)
3. tera patrick
(thai)
4. sung hi lee
(korean)
5. francine dee
(chinese-filipina)
whoa. professionals.
[endnote]
to all, there are to be no more dates with palmela and wristina.
hesitation leads to masturbation.
well, im supposed to be on my way, or for that matter, at wonderland right now. that's not happening. why? cause people don't know how to plan properly. *ahem*...i dont gotta mention names...but hey, im sometimes one of those people so i shouldn't complain.
as for this past weekend, it was pretty dope. happy belated, again to rocky. you're old man. i mean im old too, but thats old news. youre the latest breaking old news. i hope he had a good time. i never knew the human stomach could hold that much liquid, let alone alcohol, in one sitting. i should do a thesis on that. but yea, hopefully he had a good time.
taking you back to friday, we all went to sega city for good times. mind you, that's my old work back in the days of gr.11. good thing i didn't see any managers..[mumbles]stupid jagoffs wanting me to stay and work till 1am on skool days. screw you! but yea, bout sega, me and a chosen few went rock climbing. i didn't make it up that far. why? well, i guess the rockwall gods just didn't like me that day. but yea, for all of you who watch american gladiators or see rock climbers, i want you to know that it's not all cut out as it seems. its not fun. good experience, but not fun. first of all, for some reason, my novice-class friends wanted to try the advanced wall for a challenge. mind you, none of us have ever climbed a rock wall before. shoot, the only thing i climb are fences and ladders and that aint nuttin compared to no make shift wall with make shift ledges. anyhow, if anyone plans on climbing in the future, i should let you know in advance that you're about to get a real lesson, first hand, in the meaning and process of lactic acid production and fatigue in your muscles. primarily in the deltoid and latissimus dorsi regions (in laymen's terms your shoulders and back). also, you're gonna learn that no matter how much your mind wants to continue, your body will sometimes kick your mind in the balls and say, "no way, jose, it ends now and it ends here". so yea, its not always mind over matter.
and that was friday.
saturday was dinner and drinks before clubbing. i guess it really does all come out when someone's toasted. last time we all go to a fancy, posh eatery with drunken master manrique. he's almost as loud and boisterous as i am. after that, we hit tonic...it was the celebrant's choice mind you. i dont even know why we did all of these festivities for his birthday. i think he believes hes the queen of england or something. but hey, it's all good. no complaints on my part. as for the happenings in tonic, well...that's a whole other entry in itself, that id really like to hear be told from colin, the 3rd person. i like his way of words and i value his accountability. so yea, keep an eye out for that. in summary, it was drinks, girls, patting girls on their heads for jokes (no, this is a literal not symbolic reference - people were really patted on their scalps like good obedient pets or children), "go go go go go" dance circles and.....guy's grabbing my side (ie on my ribs) to move me??? whatsupwitdat? that, too, should be accounted for by mr. CG. but yea, all in all, it was a good weekend. it would've been dope to the max (haha who says that?) if wonderland was on the agenda today. but hey, its aite...maybe downtown sounds like an alternative.
my weeks are numbered folks! so are some of yours. make it last, and make it count. the next summer i'll see is after i graduate, so you know damn well, i gotta get wasted severely within the next four-week stretch.
im outtie.
as for this past weekend, it was pretty dope. happy belated, again to rocky. you're old man. i mean im old too, but thats old news. youre the latest breaking old news. i hope he had a good time. i never knew the human stomach could hold that much liquid, let alone alcohol, in one sitting. i should do a thesis on that. but yea, hopefully he had a good time.
taking you back to friday, we all went to sega city for good times. mind you, that's my old work back in the days of gr.11. good thing i didn't see any managers..[mumbles]stupid jagoffs wanting me to stay and work till 1am on skool days. screw you! but yea, bout sega, me and a chosen few went rock climbing. i didn't make it up that far. why? well, i guess the rockwall gods just didn't like me that day. but yea, for all of you who watch american gladiators or see rock climbers, i want you to know that it's not all cut out as it seems. its not fun. good experience, but not fun. first of all, for some reason, my novice-class friends wanted to try the advanced wall for a challenge. mind you, none of us have ever climbed a rock wall before. shoot, the only thing i climb are fences and ladders and that aint nuttin compared to no make shift wall with make shift ledges. anyhow, if anyone plans on climbing in the future, i should let you know in advance that you're about to get a real lesson, first hand, in the meaning and process of lactic acid production and fatigue in your muscles. primarily in the deltoid and latissimus dorsi regions (in laymen's terms your shoulders and back). also, you're gonna learn that no matter how much your mind wants to continue, your body will sometimes kick your mind in the balls and say, "no way, jose, it ends now and it ends here". so yea, its not always mind over matter.
and that was friday.
saturday was dinner and drinks before clubbing. i guess it really does all come out when someone's toasted. last time we all go to a fancy, posh eatery with drunken master manrique. he's almost as loud and boisterous as i am. after that, we hit tonic...it was the celebrant's choice mind you. i dont even know why we did all of these festivities for his birthday. i think he believes hes the queen of england or something. but hey, it's all good. no complaints on my part. as for the happenings in tonic, well...that's a whole other entry in itself, that id really like to hear be told from colin, the 3rd person. i like his way of words and i value his accountability. so yea, keep an eye out for that. in summary, it was drinks, girls, patting girls on their heads for jokes (no, this is a literal not symbolic reference - people were really patted on their scalps like good obedient pets or children), "go go go go go" dance circles and.....guy's grabbing my side (ie on my ribs) to move me??? whatsupwitdat? that, too, should be accounted for by mr. CG. but yea, all in all, it was a good weekend. it would've been dope to the max (haha who says that?) if wonderland was on the agenda today. but hey, its aite...maybe downtown sounds like an alternative.
my weeks are numbered folks! so are some of yours. make it last, and make it count. the next summer i'll see is after i graduate, so you know damn well, i gotta get wasted severely within the next four-week stretch.
im outtie.
in the day, yes, of course. but at those hours?...right before bed?...someone's asking for it.
hey, i'll take a nice irish pub, some good conversation with long-lost friends from elementary skool and a tallheader over gay, pansy-filled wall to wall dancing action any ol' day.
top o' the mornin' to ya too.
this is gonna be a big weekend.
i just watched the discovery channel about an hour ago. did anyone happen to catch it?
anyhow, they had this special about sport science and kinesiology.
i said SPORT SCIENCE AND KINESIOLOGY.
it was fucking awesome. im sorry, but anytime i catch something..or some material, in the media, or anywhere in the world for that matter, i get all excited and get this big hard-on.
anyhow, supposedly, the special started at the beginning of the week, and continues up till friday. good thing. i think imma have to tape this series.
anyhow, it's on the canadian discovery channel, so for american readers..or international readers of this, im sorry, you're outta luck. but yea...here's the special:
check it out if your interested in what interests me.
its a special called "PEAK PERFORMANCE"
it deals with my passion...my life..what i put my whole being into. so yea, you might wanna give that some of your time. mind you, there are alotta ads since its a canadian-based special. i guess the needed the sponsorship to put such a program on the air. but now, im just thinking a little too much into the series.imma shuddup. yep, imma shuddup and enjoy the show for what it is.
as for another form of media, that being the internet, why the hell do i get all these weird emails?
blonde female ejaculations...lengthen you manhood...are you in debt?....join our horny singles club...
what the fuck is the deal? really. i'm not interested. and who the fuck is spamming me?
k, maybe the lengthen my manhood would be of use..but really, all the others, are just pointless.
also, in other other news, i took my niece to go see a movie the other day. because spykids 3D wasnt showing (her 1st choice), she decided on sinbad. which is a pretty good cartoon flick mind you. and mmmm pfeifer's sultry voice is jus soooo-
huh? wha?..whoops..
got kinda caught up there, for a sec.
anyhow, to my point, the movie was good. now to my other point...i couldn't help but see a big ad for the upcoming release of shaolin soccer.
man, i've been wanting to see this flick for like 2 years now. never got around to doing so though. anyhow, im kinda skeptical. because it's due out for release just now, and it being originally a cantonese film, im left to wonder, "did they americanize it?....is it the same cast?..same story?..voice over or subtitles??"
hmmm?? i hope its subtitles. i hate solid engrish accents over what's obvious to be chinese tongues. but yea, hopefully, nothing has been changed...that much.
support those eastern films on western soil.
do it!
(if not for you, then for me - please!)
posse out. i really should turn on the air-con. im already hot.
anyhow, they had this special about sport science and kinesiology.
i said SPORT SCIENCE AND KINESIOLOGY.
it was fucking awesome. im sorry, but anytime i catch something..or some material, in the media, or anywhere in the world for that matter, i get all excited and get this big hard-on.
anyhow, supposedly, the special started at the beginning of the week, and continues up till friday. good thing. i think imma have to tape this series.
anyhow, it's on the canadian discovery channel, so for american readers..or international readers of this, im sorry, you're outta luck. but yea...here's the special:
check it out if your interested in what interests me.
its a special called "PEAK PERFORMANCE"
it deals with my passion...my life..what i put my whole being into. so yea, you might wanna give that some of your time. mind you, there are alotta ads since its a canadian-based special. i guess the needed the sponsorship to put such a program on the air. but now, im just thinking a little too much into the series.imma shuddup. yep, imma shuddup and enjoy the show for what it is.
as for another form of media, that being the internet, why the hell do i get all these weird emails?
blonde female ejaculations...lengthen you manhood...are you in debt?....join our horny singles club...
what the fuck is the deal? really. i'm not interested. and who the fuck is spamming me?
k, maybe the lengthen my manhood would be of use..but really, all the others, are just pointless.
also, in other other news, i took my niece to go see a movie the other day. because spykids 3D wasnt showing (her 1st choice), she decided on sinbad. which is a pretty good cartoon flick mind you. and mmmm pfeifer's sultry voice is jus soooo-
huh? wha?..whoops..
got kinda caught up there, for a sec.
anyhow, to my point, the movie was good. now to my other point...i couldn't help but see a big ad for the upcoming release of shaolin soccer.
man, i've been wanting to see this flick for like 2 years now. never got around to doing so though. anyhow, im kinda skeptical. because it's due out for release just now, and it being originally a cantonese film, im left to wonder, "did they americanize it?....is it the same cast?..same story?..voice over or subtitles??"
hmmm?? i hope its subtitles. i hate solid engrish accents over what's obvious to be chinese tongues. but yea, hopefully, nothing has been changed...that much.
support those eastern films on western soil.
do it!
(if not for you, then for me - please!)
posse out. i really should turn on the air-con. im already hot.
ha-haaa...there we go. now i got everything i need on my page...errr this page i mean.
did ya'll hear about kobe? cmon, by now, you've had to. if not, then go here.
but kobe? why? why kobe, why?
stupid damn "superstars". all the money in the world, yet no sensibility. moron.
cmon, kobe, look at your wife man! geezus..look! why? why oh why?!!
im pulling my hair out over here. oh well, i hate kobe anyhow. sorry. i like the lakers..just dont like kobe. that clown.
oh well...as for his wife, she should really leave the bum. yea, of course she should! she should leave him and come see me...she obviously doesnt know that im from hunk kong.
you fools.
(yes, both of them)
kobe's wife like whoa. idiot..idiot..idiot! geez..i cant get over that..kobe, u moron.
for what? some trashy 19yr old?
FOOL.
then again, i shouldn't blame him; he did jump into the nba rite outta hiskool...so yea, i shouldnt blame the "underprivilaged" - he does only have an american gr12 education, at most.
but kobe? why? why kobe, why?
stupid damn "superstars". all the money in the world, yet no sensibility. moron.
cmon, kobe, look at your wife man! geezus..look! why? why oh why?!!
im pulling my hair out over here. oh well, i hate kobe anyhow. sorry. i like the lakers..just dont like kobe. that clown.
oh well...as for his wife, she should really leave the bum. yea, of course she should! she should leave him and come see me...she obviously doesnt know that im from hunk kong.
you fools.
(yes, both of them)
kobe's wife like whoa. idiot..idiot..idiot! geez..i cant get over that..kobe, u moron.
for what? some trashy 19yr old?
FOOL.
then again, i shouldn't blame him; he did jump into the nba rite outta hiskool...so yea, i shouldnt blame the "underprivilaged" - he does only have an american gr12 education, at most.
credit card fraud sucks. he had to learn this the hard way.
if anyone knows of a snake named "Bill Watson", please stomp a mudhole through his ass out of respect for my boy. but please, dont kill him, just send him to me and or colin.
we like torture.
torture i said..not torture in the sense that aaron has it. fucking sick sick chinaman. bound 'n' gagged porn on his computer...geez! you think we can't find that man? is taht what you think? el pervo.
but yea..bout this "bill watson"...i picture him in my head as a white man..age..lets say early 30s..red hair and red moustache. really fair skin...almost with freckles and/or liverspots. yea..that type.
but on the extreme opposite end..i can also picture "mr. watson" as some skinny ass asian teen..lets say 18...with really wide-leg pants, spikey hair...and a celica. that, too, is my other vision of mr. watson the credit card fraud.
you've been warned watson 1 and watson 2.
you've been warned.
if anyone knows of a snake named "Bill Watson", please stomp a mudhole through his ass out of respect for my boy. but please, dont kill him, just send him to me and or colin.
we like torture.
torture i said..not torture in the sense that aaron has it. fucking sick sick chinaman. bound 'n' gagged porn on his computer...geez! you think we can't find that man? is taht what you think? el pervo.
but yea..bout this "bill watson"...i picture him in my head as a white man..age..lets say early 30s..red hair and red moustache. really fair skin...almost with freckles and/or liverspots. yea..that type.
but on the extreme opposite end..i can also picture "mr. watson" as some skinny ass asian teen..lets say 18...with really wide-leg pants, spikey hair...and a celica. that, too, is my other vision of mr. watson the credit card fraud.
you've been warned watson 1 and watson 2.
you've been warned.
*inspired by a monologue in spike lee`s "the 25th hour".
fuck you.
fuck pictures giving me the finger, physically implying "fuck you".
yes, fuck you asianavenue with your wack online, fraudulent representation of asians living in the western world. not all of us have civics, thug, dress like scandalous hoes or type LiKe ThIs..or LIKE DISH..because DISH JUS BEEZ SO KEWL.
you need to get a better set up and stop using green for your web-toolbar. it`s getting tired. what you need to do, is bring back the pager and the member points. i need a gatdamn shirt and keychain.
fuck you asian males with all of your many facets.
fuck the "ricers" with their dropped civics and their westwings body kits. fuck darknights.
fuck the carshows, with their overpriced admission tickets and their washed-up participants.
fuck carshow hoes who have nothing better to do than lay on cars with their oversized, purchased glands coming out at all directions and their legs spread-eagle on top of 300+ horses.
fuck paul walker, vin diesel, tyrese and the whole fast and the furious hype.
fuck racing in shitbox rides. you wanna race? let`s go to the nearest clay track...we`ll settle this like champions. all you need are your nikes.
fuck asian guys at clubs who wear the stupidest looking clothing. you fucking pansies.fuck asian partystuds who have closets full of black dress shirts. i don`t give a fuck if the difference between this shirt and that one is how the buttons are being hiddenby some new modern design. fuck you. you only need one.
fuck you all who wear white pants. do you think you`re a fucking milkman? get the hell outta here.
fuck streaked hair and frosted tips. you`re not ricky martin. stop trying to live la vida loca. you ain`t crazy, you just look gay.
fuck all of you in the clubs who dance with no rhythm whatsoever.
on the extreme, fuck all of you who think you`re the dopest dancer since michael jackson. you wanna show off?...go on soultrain. i hear nsync needs backup dancers too.
fuck pencil-thin kinked eyebrows, moustaches and sideburns. who the fuck cut your balls off and placed them on doilies?
fuck asian thugs. you ain`t a killer. you never packed. hustlers have no time to surf. how bout exchanging that ridiculous hat and those ridiculous XXXL throw-back jerseys of yours for a fucking mirror and some eyeglasses. do you know how retarded you look? your whole day must go into your whole image..the walk..the talk..the slang..the gear. holy shit, join a rec centre. use that time wisely.
fuck asian girls and their many facets.
fuck scandalous asian girls (the good ones dont deserve tough, chewy beefage from me).
fuck the hoes with their webcam pics, who are in great need of some fucking attention.
fuck the skeezoids who wear what appears to be j-cloths as skirts and toddler sized tops.
fuck carmodels.
fuck girls who are so vein. you dont gotta wear makeup to the gym. shit, there`s probably enough stained makeup on your pillow to make 1000 ronald mc donalds.
fuckgirls who act smart. everyone knows the books you read were required readings during hiskool. you don`t like reading...you`re not the total package. give it up.
fuck asian girls who complain about asian guys having small dicks, being scrawny and short. shit, we don`t knock you for having small tits and a lack of ass, shut your fucking traps. we love you regardless. know that, you dumbfucks.
fuck young girls who think they`re 25. you wanna be on the next jenny jones?..cut that shit out.
fuck drugs and fuck young kids who use drugs. that shit will get you nowhere.
fuck asiaphiles who prey on my asian sisters with their contorted views of how "tight" and exotic the orient is. try that shit on my niece and i`ll cut your balls off and feed `em to you, potnah.
fuck photoshop. how bout learning excel? or office? something you can actually use? no, screw that. how bout you get your ass off the computer and go read..watch t.v...shit, go workout. do something!
fuck alcohol. and fuck asians who always gotta take a picture of alcohol-filled events. such folk often have pictures displaying the merry ol` fucking joyous time they had while drinking. noone cares if you`re holding a beer, martini or vodka bottle..alchohol isn`t a fucking rare diamond the size of a fist; it`s readily available to everyone. getting plastered ain`t no thang.
fuck dragon cartoons and those gifs of little asians. fuck asian tunes..those beautiful sounding asian songs that people play on their page. play that shit on your own time. i dont understand nor wanna hear that racket.fuck you.
fuck ignorant asians. yes, i will say it again..fuck ignorant asians. fuck you for not accepting indians and pakistanis into asianavenue. brown asians are asians too you fucking retards..go buy an atlas.
fuck ignorant asians who knock non-asians for being on this site. get your nose lowered and show them the finer points of your culture instead of witholding valuable knowledge that facilitates understanding and respect.
fuck chatrooms where nobody has anything to say. it`s a fucking chat...let`s chat then.
fuckfilipinos who deny being filipino or who despise their culture. these are the worst kinds of people. i cant speak for other asians, but these types of filipinos are the worst, i swear....extreme evil. you`re not black..chinese..spanish or hawaiian. you never were, you never will be. give it up. they`re all in our blood, however, its not what you or your parents are.
fuck filipinos who are overly proud of being filipino. humble is the way to go about it.
fuck you all who don`t practice what you preach. it`s okay to sin once in awhile, but don`t say you`re an angel when you murder on the weekends. you say Jesus Christ is your saviour and you say you live like he does. however, more often than not, you find yourselves fornicating, swearing, and wrong-doing everyone around you. you live a vice-filled life opposed to what you call and believe to be the "holy scripture". J.C. wouldn`t approve. rot in hell you cocks. be mindful of what kind of preaching you do. you`re no better than anyone else.
fuck you all with your html pop-up message boxes and scrolling, glowing marquees.
fuck javascripters. you think you`re slick dont you?
fuck all of you who get mad cause someone jacked your page. it`s a fucking webpage - you`re not making money off it. besides, imitation is the highest form of flattery. be flattered, you fuck.
there are many morefuck you`s to go around, but there`s not enough space, so fuck this little html codebox used for editing.
finally, fuck you jason ryan de los Reyes.
yes, fuck you for wasting time typing this shit. fuck you for not accepting the valuable and fundatmental variablity within the world. everyone should be different. nobody is perfect. shit, you`re not even perfect. so yea,a big fuck you - courtesy of you.
and with that said..have a fucking good nite.
fuck you.
fuck pictures giving me the finger, physically implying "fuck you".
yes, fuck you asianavenue with your wack online, fraudulent representation of asians living in the western world. not all of us have civics, thug, dress like scandalous hoes or type LiKe ThIs..or LIKE DISH..because DISH JUS BEEZ SO KEWL.
you need to get a better set up and stop using green for your web-toolbar. it`s getting tired. what you need to do, is bring back the pager and the member points. i need a gatdamn shirt and keychain.
fuck you asian males with all of your many facets.
fuck the "ricers" with their dropped civics and their westwings body kits. fuck darknights.
fuck the carshows, with their overpriced admission tickets and their washed-up participants.
fuck carshow hoes who have nothing better to do than lay on cars with their oversized, purchased glands coming out at all directions and their legs spread-eagle on top of 300+ horses.
fuck paul walker, vin diesel, tyrese and the whole fast and the furious hype.
fuck racing in shitbox rides. you wanna race? let`s go to the nearest clay track...we`ll settle this like champions. all you need are your nikes.
fuck asian guys at clubs who wear the stupidest looking clothing. you fucking pansies.fuck asian partystuds who have closets full of black dress shirts. i don`t give a fuck if the difference between this shirt and that one is how the buttons are being hiddenby some new modern design. fuck you. you only need one.
fuck you all who wear white pants. do you think you`re a fucking milkman? get the hell outta here.
fuck streaked hair and frosted tips. you`re not ricky martin. stop trying to live la vida loca. you ain`t crazy, you just look gay.
fuck all of you in the clubs who dance with no rhythm whatsoever.
on the extreme, fuck all of you who think you`re the dopest dancer since michael jackson. you wanna show off?...go on soultrain. i hear nsync needs backup dancers too.
fuck pencil-thin kinked eyebrows, moustaches and sideburns. who the fuck cut your balls off and placed them on doilies?
fuck asian thugs. you ain`t a killer. you never packed. hustlers have no time to surf. how bout exchanging that ridiculous hat and those ridiculous XXXL throw-back jerseys of yours for a fucking mirror and some eyeglasses. do you know how retarded you look? your whole day must go into your whole image..the walk..the talk..the slang..the gear. holy shit, join a rec centre. use that time wisely.
fuck asian girls and their many facets.
fuck scandalous asian girls (the good ones dont deserve tough, chewy beefage from me).
fuck the hoes with their webcam pics, who are in great need of some fucking attention.
fuck the skeezoids who wear what appears to be j-cloths as skirts and toddler sized tops.
fuck carmodels.
fuck girls who are so vein. you dont gotta wear makeup to the gym. shit, there`s probably enough stained makeup on your pillow to make 1000 ronald mc donalds.
fuckgirls who act smart. everyone knows the books you read were required readings during hiskool. you don`t like reading...you`re not the total package. give it up.
fuck asian girls who complain about asian guys having small dicks, being scrawny and short. shit, we don`t knock you for having small tits and a lack of ass, shut your fucking traps. we love you regardless. know that, you dumbfucks.
fuck young girls who think they`re 25. you wanna be on the next jenny jones?..cut that shit out.
fuck drugs and fuck young kids who use drugs. that shit will get you nowhere.
fuck asiaphiles who prey on my asian sisters with their contorted views of how "tight" and exotic the orient is. try that shit on my niece and i`ll cut your balls off and feed `em to you, potnah.
fuck photoshop. how bout learning excel? or office? something you can actually use? no, screw that. how bout you get your ass off the computer and go read..watch t.v...shit, go workout. do something!
fuck alcohol. and fuck asians who always gotta take a picture of alcohol-filled events. such folk often have pictures displaying the merry ol` fucking joyous time they had while drinking. noone cares if you`re holding a beer, martini or vodka bottle..alchohol isn`t a fucking rare diamond the size of a fist; it`s readily available to everyone. getting plastered ain`t no thang.
fuck dragon cartoons and those gifs of little asians. fuck asian tunes..those beautiful sounding asian songs that people play on their page. play that shit on your own time. i dont understand nor wanna hear that racket.fuck you.
fuck ignorant asians. yes, i will say it again..fuck ignorant asians. fuck you for not accepting indians and pakistanis into asianavenue. brown asians are asians too you fucking retards..go buy an atlas.
fuck ignorant asians who knock non-asians for being on this site. get your nose lowered and show them the finer points of your culture instead of witholding valuable knowledge that facilitates understanding and respect.
fuck chatrooms where nobody has anything to say. it`s a fucking chat...let`s chat then.
fuckfilipinos who deny being filipino or who despise their culture. these are the worst kinds of people. i cant speak for other asians, but these types of filipinos are the worst, i swear....extreme evil. you`re not black..chinese..spanish or hawaiian. you never were, you never will be. give it up. they`re all in our blood, however, its not what you or your parents are.
fuck filipinos who are overly proud of being filipino. humble is the way to go about it.
fuck you all who don`t practice what you preach. it`s okay to sin once in awhile, but don`t say you`re an angel when you murder on the weekends. you say Jesus Christ is your saviour and you say you live like he does. however, more often than not, you find yourselves fornicating, swearing, and wrong-doing everyone around you. you live a vice-filled life opposed to what you call and believe to be the "holy scripture". J.C. wouldn`t approve. rot in hell you cocks. be mindful of what kind of preaching you do. you`re no better than anyone else.
fuck you all with your html pop-up message boxes and scrolling, glowing marquees.
fuck javascripters. you think you`re slick dont you?
fuck all of you who get mad cause someone jacked your page. it`s a fucking webpage - you`re not making money off it. besides, imitation is the highest form of flattery. be flattered, you fuck.
there are many morefuck you`s to go around, but there`s not enough space, so fuck this little html codebox used for editing.
finally, fuck you jason ryan de los Reyes.
yes, fuck you for wasting time typing this shit. fuck you for not accepting the valuable and fundatmental variablity within the world. everyone should be different. nobody is perfect. shit, you`re not even perfect. so yea,a big fuck you - courtesy of you.
and with that said..have a fucking good nite.
back to good ol' york tomorrow to settle some disputes.
damn skool...actually, damn government..pick my 3rd year to fuck me over huh? we'll see.
in the news, a sports medicine study reveals that drinking too much water during excercise is dangerous. the increased volume of water in the body decreases the the concentration of salt in the bloodstream. as a result, the brain counteracts this sudden imbalance by swelling. so yea, too much water during excercise swells the brain. kinda fuct eh? first we hear to stay hydrated. now we hear too much is bad. it's hard to know the exact, optimal range of how much water we should really drink.
is anyone reading this? furthermore, does anyone care, but me? hahaha
as for the title, i want g.i. joe to be aired again. and no, i will not subscribe to the american cartoon network just for one damn cartoon. good nite nurse. fuck dat.
that's all for now.
how the fuck did ryu get into g.i. joe?
he's a fucking world warrior.
and why does he need an M-16 assault rifle?
damn skool...actually, damn government..pick my 3rd year to fuck me over huh? we'll see.
in the news, a sports medicine study reveals that drinking too much water during excercise is dangerous. the increased volume of water in the body decreases the the concentration of salt in the bloodstream. as a result, the brain counteracts this sudden imbalance by swelling. so yea, too much water during excercise swells the brain. kinda fuct eh? first we hear to stay hydrated. now we hear too much is bad. it's hard to know the exact, optimal range of how much water we should really drink.
is anyone reading this? furthermore, does anyone care, but me? hahaha
as for the title, i want g.i. joe to be aired again. and no, i will not subscribe to the american cartoon network just for one damn cartoon. good nite nurse. fuck dat.
that's all for now.
how the fuck did ryu get into g.i. joe?
he's a fucking world warrior.
and why does he need an M-16 assault rifle?
im sorry..im sorry..but can someone please buy me the latest issue of stuff magazine? not the canadian one with kelly hu as the cover girl..i want the brooke burke one!
im sorry that i always have to talk about brooke burke, but shoot, i love brooke burke. some say i love her off. there's nothing really i can do or say to refute that position. im almost borderline obsessed. its sad, but true.
which is why i gotta find that young girl who lives somewhere in mississauga that i always see...cept lately that is. you kno..jay's infamous brooke burke girl or as mr. manrique puts it jay's "BBG", for short. but enough words from my fingertips.
here is my favourite pic of the lust of my loins...brooke burke.
im speechless.
oh yea...about the stuff spread. check that out here.
believe me..i cant handle it right now.
remember folks, im at the keyboard in my underwears almost every nite before i go to bed. imagine that or not...you can get the picture. whoa.
did you see that???!!!
that woman is crazy! now replay those words in your head with my voice. visualize....THAT WOMAN IS CRAZY!
geez. gnite.
oh yea..and for her past spread in stuff, slobber here.
i gotta shutdown..im having a seizure.
look! look!
look at her bum. look at it!
that's crazy.
im sorry that i always have to talk about brooke burke, but shoot, i love brooke burke. some say i love her off. there's nothing really i can do or say to refute that position. im almost borderline obsessed. its sad, but true.
which is why i gotta find that young girl who lives somewhere in mississauga that i always see...cept lately that is. you kno..jay's infamous brooke burke girl or as mr. manrique puts it jay's "BBG", for short. but enough words from my fingertips.
here is my favourite pic of the lust of my loins...brooke burke.
im speechless.
oh yea...about the stuff spread. check that out here.
believe me..i cant handle it right now.
remember folks, im at the keyboard in my underwears almost every nite before i go to bed. imagine that or not...you can get the picture. whoa.
did you see that???!!!
that woman is crazy! now replay those words in your head with my voice. visualize....THAT WOMAN IS CRAZY!
geez. gnite.
oh yea..and for her past spread in stuff, slobber here.
i gotta shutdown..im having a seizure.
look! look!
look at her bum. look at it!
that's crazy.
today, well technically yesterday, i went to ryerson university with my boy japes. he had to write a final..why he dragged me along, i'll never know. i guess moral support.
anyhow to the men's ryerson washroom....
it's like everytime i use the crapper, i see vandalism. im not knocking it or anything..it's just amusing to me, that's all.
today's washroom tagger philosophy questioned/stated:
"what would you do if you had a 10-incher like mine?"
[below, and in response]
"your mother"
[aside with arrow to text]
"hahahahahahaha"
another section stated:
"ryerson girls give lousy head"
im left to ponder that one. imma have to conduct a personal study at a later date. my results shall meet empircal standards. and since im from York U..im a neutral scientist conducting the study. so im at the best position for that.
it's a joke. laugh. geezus. stop the eye-rolling.
anyhow to the men's ryerson washroom....
it's like everytime i use the crapper, i see vandalism. im not knocking it or anything..it's just amusing to me, that's all.
today's washroom tagger philosophy questioned/stated:
"what would you do if you had a 10-incher like mine?"
[below, and in response]
"your mother"
[aside with arrow to text]
"hahahahahahaha"
another section stated:
"ryerson girls give lousy head"
im left to ponder that one. imma have to conduct a personal study at a later date. my results shall meet empircal standards. and since im from York U..im a neutral scientist conducting the study. so im at the best position for that.
it's a joke. laugh. geezus. stop the eye-rolling.
so im up.
i woke up bout an hour ago...to go to skool later today (had to settle some personal shit with yorkU..grrrr). guess thats not happening till friday.
but as for the morning, it consisted of me talking to kenny, yes, kenny from hiskool..the chinese one, who currently goes to my university, yet i never see him around..damn ITers...yea that kenny. so we're chatting for a bit. but now im just rambling..that chat doesnt concern you. by the way, a senseless plug..download msn6.0..you wont be sorrrreeeeeee.
as for the beginning part of this morning, back to those goons at york's west office building, i discussed my situation with this lady for a good 20minutes. she knows im fucking right! i mean its me...cmon, even when im wrong, im right. stupid lady. you need proof? hey, i gots proof. be ready to eat your words.
but as i was saying..as for all those goons in the W.O.B., screw them. i'd really like to put my fist up their ass....well not my fist..but my boot. jerks.
[aside] funny, for a second there, i wz gonna link a fisting pic with a milkfart disclaimer (only cz i care bout you, the viewer)..but then i figured,..naaaaw, that'd jus cause a bunch of pop-ups on your screen..and for what?....a fisting picture? why should you go through what i do? so i shifted away from that.
elsewhere...all of you should fear gangstas...they could wizz by your ass any second, while popping a cap in yo' ass. so brace yo'selves.
gangstaz be muthafuckin' hard as fuct.
i woke up bout an hour ago...to go to skool later today (had to settle some personal shit with yorkU..grrrr). guess thats not happening till friday.
but as for the morning, it consisted of me talking to kenny, yes, kenny from hiskool..the chinese one, who currently goes to my university, yet i never see him around..damn ITers...yea that kenny. so we're chatting for a bit. but now im just rambling..that chat doesnt concern you. by the way, a senseless plug..download msn6.0..you wont be sorrrreeeeeee.
as for the beginning part of this morning, back to those goons at york's west office building, i discussed my situation with this lady for a good 20minutes. she knows im fucking right! i mean its me...cmon, even when im wrong, im right. stupid lady. you need proof? hey, i gots proof. be ready to eat your words.
but as i was saying..as for all those goons in the W.O.B., screw them. i'd really like to put my fist up their ass....well not my fist..but my boot. jerks.
[aside] funny, for a second there, i wz gonna link a fisting pic with a milkfart disclaimer (only cz i care bout you, the viewer)..but then i figured,..naaaaw, that'd jus cause a bunch of pop-ups on your screen..and for what?....a fisting picture? why should you go through what i do? so i shifted away from that.
elsewhere...all of you should fear gangstas...they could wizz by your ass any second, while popping a cap in yo' ass. so brace yo'selves.
gangstaz be muthafuckin' hard as fuct.
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don't scientists know that two heads are better than one?
Published Thursday, July 10, 2003 by jay d.
a word about the conjoined twins that died a couple days ago...very sad..very.
theyre in my prayers for sure.
but yet another result of how science goes wrong. sure that operation would've worked and has worked on babies. thats cause the brain at that age hasnt fully developed. in the case of the adult siamese twins, their brains developed, matured and fused as one.
risky..very risky i say.
there's still a long way to go in medicine. long. and we're far from perfect...know that.
theyre in my prayers for sure.
but yet another result of how science goes wrong. sure that operation would've worked and has worked on babies. thats cause the brain at that age hasnt fully developed. in the case of the adult siamese twins, their brains developed, matured and fused as one.
risky..very risky i say.
there's still a long way to go in medicine. long. and we're far from perfect...know that.
"i remember way back in the days when we used to eat sardines for dinnah."
Published Wednesday, July 09, 2003 by jay d.
so said the notorious b.i.g.
God bless his dear soul...but what the heck was he talkin' bout? we still eat sardines for dinner.
and why not?
ligo.
if you don't have at least one can in your house somewhere...believe me, you are not...ARE NOT..filipino.
bomb site too.
for personal interest...
www.ligo.com
elsewhere, in the deep confines of jay's mind....
i've figured out that dave chappelle is one funny-ass motherfucker!
even deeper..beyond the superficial crevices of jay's grey matter.....
gail kim is aite. i said aite. not aiiiiiiiite. so yea, know the difference.
whats dope is obvious. whats even doper is she's from toronto.
what's dopest is she's a kin major.
so was trish stratus mind you. she went to my skool by the way.
so im left to ponder...if you get a kin degree, basically, youre useless. but no, thats not the point obviously...i mean maybe one day, i too can become a wwe diva...who knows?
maybe i'll even become the woman's world champion! im pretty good at kin.
rick campanelli from muchmusic is a kin too. guess he wasnt just a "temp" now was he? seriously. yep, sure is...so yea...you can be anything you want if you're a kinesiologist, as long as it's not related to your field (such bullshit). and why do they even have him in the brock university pamphlet. why do they brag how he's a kin grad? the fucking guy names upcoming videos. that shit has nothing to do with anything. puzzling aint it?
by the way..the blonde chick from cleopatra2525 is a kin too. she went to my skool also. go york yeomen!..whoops..i mean lions.
balls. it's all fucking bullshit.
and to conclude..a few suggestions....
cop these albums, please:
1. gangstarr - the ownerz
2. prince paul - politics of the business
3. neptunes - neptunes presents...clones (due out next month sometime)
the legendary gangstarr
(primo and guru)
duh.
if you don't know these guys..go back to sleep.
good music...cop doze.
God bless his dear soul...but what the heck was he talkin' bout? we still eat sardines for dinner.
and why not?
ligo.
if you don't have at least one can in your house somewhere...believe me, you are not...ARE NOT..filipino.
bomb site too.
for personal interest...
www.ligo.com
elsewhere, in the deep confines of jay's mind....
i've figured out that dave chappelle is one funny-ass motherfucker!
even deeper..beyond the superficial crevices of jay's grey matter.....
gail kim is aite. i said aite. not aiiiiiiiite. so yea, know the difference.
whats dope is obvious. whats even doper is she's from toronto.
what's dopest is she's a kin major.
so was trish stratus mind you. she went to my skool by the way.
so im left to ponder...if you get a kin degree, basically, youre useless. but no, thats not the point obviously...i mean maybe one day, i too can become a wwe diva...who knows?
maybe i'll even become the woman's world champion! im pretty good at kin.
rick campanelli from muchmusic is a kin too. guess he wasnt just a "temp" now was he? seriously. yep, sure is...so yea...you can be anything you want if you're a kinesiologist, as long as it's not related to your field (such bullshit). and why do they even have him in the brock university pamphlet. why do they brag how he's a kin grad? the fucking guy names upcoming videos. that shit has nothing to do with anything. puzzling aint it?
by the way..the blonde chick from cleopatra2525 is a kin too. she went to my skool also. go york yeomen!..whoops..i mean lions.
balls. it's all fucking bullshit.
and to conclude..a few suggestions....
cop these albums, please:
1. gangstarr - the ownerz
2. prince paul - politics of the business
3. neptunes - neptunes presents...clones (due out next month sometime)
the legendary gangstarr
(primo and guru)
duh.
if you don't know these guys..go back to sleep.
good music...cop doze.
i went to wwe smackdown last nite with buddy and fellow wrasslin fanatic colin.
the fucked-upness all started at the train station by my house when colin had to piss. knowing that we had about 30mins travel time till we reached toronto, he felt itd be wise to go leak. but alas...the washrooms were closed. so what does he decide???..to go to the hiskool across the street. mind you, there's about 5mins till the bus comes. so he goes...and what happens? doors locked. "back in 5" the sign says. so he comes back...theres about 3mins till we gotta board and leave. knowing that his kidney and ureters are gonna burst any minute (i dont even know why u didnt go at my house man. i guess he wants a toilet with diamonds on the seat or something), dude sprints to the portugese bar and grill about 100 yards away...i honestly didnt think hed make it..guess he show and proved me wrong.
so we get downtown..and im starving. but its minutes before wrestling starts and we gotta get in...so my plans to get a street-dog were diminished. we go in..check out seats..not a bad view mind you..if you get the SARS tourist special package, with wrasslin, jays game and indy weekend..you really shouldnt expect ringside. nonetheless, nice seats. same view as vince carter's more or less...just 200 feet higher. and 400 feet further. but yea..same view he had. i was right behind him. so after checking in..i had to..i mean had to get some food. i was famished. what do i get mind you?...a 4.00 hotdog..my street-dog wouldve been better...and for a lot less too. but yea..4bucks..and another 4 for a large coke (i love my caffine). not bad..colin got the same. so we go to top our dogs...knowing how hungry i was..and how much i just dropped for some rat-tail/toenail on a bun..i had to get my money's worth. so i basically made the nastiest dog ever. it was almost the best dog that i ever had - the best being at my first rave about 4 years ago, where me and james had to wait about an hour for a hotdog before topping them with the nastiest of nasty toppings made available in open commercial-size buckets with hundreds of people around...still, it was the best hotdog i ever had due to the value put on it during the wait in line. that, too, was overinflated in price..about 5bucks. robbbery i tell ya. so back to my wrestling dog....i put everything on it form relish..to ketchup..moustard..pickles...peppers...onions...and of course..lettuce.
lettuce???
who wants lettuce on a hotdog?anyhow..that time, i put lettuce. so sue me.
mind you, i gotta post that picture at a later date. it's the most grotesque thing you'll probably ever lay eyes on next to anna nicole at a sloppy joe's factory.
but yea..stay tuned for pics of my high-fiber lettuce sandwich with a side of dog in there somewhere.
so onto the wrestling....torrie wilson looks hot even from a distance..and even from a 21 year old man who is near-sighted without glasses worn. the same can be said for sable. sable like whoa.
as for colin's experience, he'll prbobably write a more in-depth account of the night. so go here for that, whenever you got time. i feel bad for him cause he didnt even cop the kurt angle shirt he wanted. shoot, they didnt even have kurt angle shirts, for that matter! sucks balls.
as for wrestling..the pyros were good...wrestling was good..but the main objective of watching a live show is for the atmosphere. wrestling fans are by far the most hardcore and boisterous of all fans...sorry..that's argueable next to fifa soccer fans. mah bad.
overall the experience was dope. its been like 3 years since i watched a live show and even more for ravenloft colin. we also seem to check out the wwe when their in town. i guess it just is.
pics up on here soon....
tomorrow..red sox at jays. peace out.
as for the weekend..as stated earlier...indy weekend. but know i could care less about racing. i hope we copped good seats around a turn or something.
peace. funny how we still follow wrestling aint it?
youre never too old.
never.
the fucked-upness all started at the train station by my house when colin had to piss. knowing that we had about 30mins travel time till we reached toronto, he felt itd be wise to go leak. but alas...the washrooms were closed. so what does he decide???..to go to the hiskool across the street. mind you, there's about 5mins till the bus comes. so he goes...and what happens? doors locked. "back in 5" the sign says. so he comes back...theres about 3mins till we gotta board and leave. knowing that his kidney and ureters are gonna burst any minute (i dont even know why u didnt go at my house man. i guess he wants a toilet with diamonds on the seat or something), dude sprints to the portugese bar and grill about 100 yards away...i honestly didnt think hed make it..guess he show and proved me wrong.
so we get downtown..and im starving. but its minutes before wrestling starts and we gotta get in...so my plans to get a street-dog were diminished. we go in..check out seats..not a bad view mind you..if you get the SARS tourist special package, with wrasslin, jays game and indy weekend..you really shouldnt expect ringside. nonetheless, nice seats. same view as vince carter's more or less...just 200 feet higher. and 400 feet further. but yea..same view he had. i was right behind him. so after checking in..i had to..i mean had to get some food. i was famished. what do i get mind you?...a 4.00 hotdog..my street-dog wouldve been better...and for a lot less too. but yea..4bucks..and another 4 for a large coke (i love my caffine). not bad..colin got the same. so we go to top our dogs...knowing how hungry i was..and how much i just dropped for some rat-tail/toenail on a bun..i had to get my money's worth. so i basically made the nastiest dog ever. it was almost the best dog that i ever had - the best being at my first rave about 4 years ago, where me and james had to wait about an hour for a hotdog before topping them with the nastiest of nasty toppings made available in open commercial-size buckets with hundreds of people around...still, it was the best hotdog i ever had due to the value put on it during the wait in line. that, too, was overinflated in price..about 5bucks. robbbery i tell ya. so back to my wrestling dog....i put everything on it form relish..to ketchup..moustard..pickles...peppers...onions...and of course..lettuce.
lettuce???
who wants lettuce on a hotdog?anyhow..that time, i put lettuce. so sue me.
mind you, i gotta post that picture at a later date. it's the most grotesque thing you'll probably ever lay eyes on next to anna nicole at a sloppy joe's factory.
but yea..stay tuned for pics of my high-fiber lettuce sandwich with a side of dog in there somewhere.
so onto the wrestling....torrie wilson looks hot even from a distance..and even from a 21 year old man who is near-sighted without glasses worn. the same can be said for sable. sable like whoa.
as for colin's experience, he'll prbobably write a more in-depth account of the night. so go here for that, whenever you got time. i feel bad for him cause he didnt even cop the kurt angle shirt he wanted. shoot, they didnt even have kurt angle shirts, for that matter! sucks balls.
as for wrestling..the pyros were good...wrestling was good..but the main objective of watching a live show is for the atmosphere. wrestling fans are by far the most hardcore and boisterous of all fans...sorry..that's argueable next to fifa soccer fans. mah bad.
overall the experience was dope. its been like 3 years since i watched a live show and even more for ravenloft colin. we also seem to check out the wwe when their in town. i guess it just is.
pics up on here soon....
tomorrow..red sox at jays. peace out.
as for the weekend..as stated earlier...indy weekend. but know i could care less about racing. i hope we copped good seats around a turn or something.
peace. funny how we still follow wrestling aint it?
youre never too old.
never.
they say flies hover around shit. i've even seen it with my own eyes.
all day long..in my house, this fly..this same fly..its been hovering and landing and hovering on me..all day..off and on.
even while i was attempting to take my mid-day power nap..i couldn't..why? cause the damn thing was stimulating the hairs on my legs..on my head..landing...hovering...landing...
i have concluded that i must be a piece of shit. that has never happend to me before.
i have also inferred that that particular fly is the devil himself. he likes to fuck around with all of us. today, he particularly liked fucking with me.
so now..i am off to kill the devil.
damn devil.
on a more happier note, before i go..my fam throws the bomb sunday-family day barbeques! flip pork bbq's on a stick (i.e. shish-kebobs)..ribs..and portugese sardines along with grilled tomatoes, mushrooms and zucchinis..let alone fresh fruit salad (with the jelly, not cream and sweet kind)...dilly bars from dq...grapes and cherries..and a&w rootbeer.
now how you gonna complain bout that? oh yea..and my mom's cinnamon buns. and my family! that topped the day. and the nice weather..yet me enjoying the indoors with my a/c on. yea, that's all grounds for a pleasant sunday.
exactly how God intended thy sabbath.
all day long..in my house, this fly..this same fly..its been hovering and landing and hovering on me..all day..off and on.
even while i was attempting to take my mid-day power nap..i couldn't..why? cause the damn thing was stimulating the hairs on my legs..on my head..landing...hovering...landing...
i have concluded that i must be a piece of shit. that has never happend to me before.
i have also inferred that that particular fly is the devil himself. he likes to fuck around with all of us. today, he particularly liked fucking with me.
so now..i am off to kill the devil.
damn devil.
on a more happier note, before i go..my fam throws the bomb sunday-family day barbeques! flip pork bbq's on a stick (i.e. shish-kebobs)..ribs..and portugese sardines along with grilled tomatoes, mushrooms and zucchinis..let alone fresh fruit salad (with the jelly, not cream and sweet kind)...dilly bars from dq...grapes and cherries..and a&w rootbeer.
now how you gonna complain bout that? oh yea..and my mom's cinnamon buns. and my family! that topped the day. and the nice weather..yet me enjoying the indoors with my a/c on. yea, that's all grounds for a pleasant sunday.
exactly how God intended thy sabbath.
good match too. abs, you should tell japes to keep his hair short all the time. i hate it when he grows it out a bit..or not even purposely growing it out, but just being too lazy to cut it. then he slicks it back..sorta like pat riley. i dunno, whenever he has that slicked back long hair, i feel like im hanging out with an uncle of mine. not that that would be bad..but with that hair next to me, a young looking hunk of a man..that's soooo hurting.
thus, having..the "pat riley" hair, coined by me.
japes riley?
(you know that goes against coach-player relations right? just don't get too involved, pal)
i remember awhile back, christine gave me this link where you could rate your highschool teachers. im talkin' thousands of forums for teachers all over canada and the u.s.
upon viewing my various fomer teachers' forums, alot of the commentary deemed true and credible.
so with that said, i present you WWW.RATEMYTEACHERS.COM
probably even more useful...
WWW.RATEMYPROFESSORS.COM
don't worry...none of them show naked pictures of your teachers or profs...although, for some, i wish they did.
i could've sworn willow was played by a female. i remember so clearly..so crisply in my ears, the words of someone telling me that. sorry guys.
"jason says he's sorry. i am his magical friend. believe me, he's sorry."
but you know what?
ice man was played by a woman. sorry, i sometimes have flashbacks of movies that i vaguely remeber viewing as a young child.
that movie..another movie when a mother has this freak green baby..and another movie with fire roaches that burn down this guy's house just seem to replay themselves in my head, ever-so vividly.
as for the latter, anyone know the movies that im talkin bout? i really cant put my thumb on the titles.
oh yea....
and howard the duck too.
*sigh*
"wow, im a duck and i can bang human females. im da man...err duck"
"jason says he's sorry. i am his magical friend. believe me, he's sorry."
but you know what?
ice man was played by a woman. sorry, i sometimes have flashbacks of movies that i vaguely remeber viewing as a young child.
that movie..another movie when a mother has this freak green baby..and another movie with fire roaches that burn down this guy's house just seem to replay themselves in my head, ever-so vividly.
as for the latter, anyone know the movies that im talkin bout? i really cant put my thumb on the titles.
oh yea....
and howard the duck too.
*sigh*
"wow, im a duck and i can bang human females. im da man...err duck"
aww yeaaaa!
toronto couldn't get the bid for the upcoming summer olympics. that's ok; im mighty content that vancouver got the bid for the next winter one.
vive le canada!
read about it here.
also, the W.H.O., if they haven't yet, should take toronto off their damn boycotted SARS blacklist. cunts.
attention! attention!! this just in....
it's about time. read about that over there.
toronto couldn't get the bid for the upcoming summer olympics. that's ok; im mighty content that vancouver got the bid for the next winter one.
vive le canada!
read about it here.
also, the W.H.O., if they haven't yet, should take toronto off their damn boycotted SARS blacklist. cunts.
attention! attention!! this just in....
it's about time. read about that over there.
im the hotboy on my temp agency's hotlist.
am i that hot? or is it cause it's a hot day. maybe they know i like hotdogs.
by the way..the hotlist isn't a list of the hottest employees...its being on a list for the top notch, readily available jobs. so yea...imma hotboy.
holla at'cha hotboy.
am i that hot? or is it cause it's a hot day. maybe they know i like hotdogs.
by the way..the hotlist isn't a list of the hottest employees...its being on a list for the top notch, readily available jobs. so yea...imma hotboy.
holla at'cha hotboy.
wow...asianavenue now has a "journals" tab.
its like a ploy to keep everyone in. clever, indeed. they know the times are a'changin. the heads of the site are very aware.
but still..motherfuck them! [devilish laugh inserted here]. im posting on blogger. its good that way.
why? cause i could care less what a bunch of idiotic asian journals have to say. now dont get me wrong, a few out there have mighty interesting blogs that i gain immeasureable enjoyment and awe when reading, but fuck...90% out there are just "i woke up..ate..took a shit..went clubbing. (repeat)".
yip-fucking-ie.
but i shouldn't hate though. i guess it takes a bit more to keep this kid's interest-level up. and no , i won't join xanga either. it seems alotta asians are on there too. its like aa II: the yellow vengeance. mind you, some are interesting reads..yes, you might know who u are if you visit this. other times...its just shit. so no, i wont join xanga either.
blogger is the shit. why? cause everyone of all ages..creeds and races are on their. i personally like reading corporate figure-head entries, european wacko entries and fuck..i cant even think of another genre. but yea..find me here avid AAers.
p.s. livejournal aint so bad either.
gnite.
aa sucks.
its like a ploy to keep everyone in. clever, indeed. they know the times are a'changin. the heads of the site are very aware.
but still..motherfuck them! [devilish laugh inserted here]. im posting on blogger. its good that way.
why? cause i could care less what a bunch of idiotic asian journals have to say. now dont get me wrong, a few out there have mighty interesting blogs that i gain immeasureable enjoyment and awe when reading, but fuck...90% out there are just "i woke up..ate..took a shit..went clubbing. (repeat)".
yip-fucking-ie.
but i shouldn't hate though. i guess it takes a bit more to keep this kid's interest-level up. and no , i won't join xanga either. it seems alotta asians are on there too. its like aa II: the yellow vengeance. mind you, some are interesting reads..yes, you might know who u are if you visit this. other times...its just shit. so no, i wont join xanga either.
blogger is the shit. why? cause everyone of all ages..creeds and races are on their. i personally like reading corporate figure-head entries, european wacko entries and fuck..i cant even think of another genre. but yea..find me here avid AAers.
p.s. livejournal aint so bad either.
gnite.
aa sucks.
the 39th fatality due to SARS but the 1st healthcare worker to be victimized by the virus died yesterday.
but why should i care, you might ask? cause the nurse was a filipina.
yea, i said filipina. so yea...my prayers go out to the family, not just cause theyre flip, but cause i can relate and cause i count my blessings. my mom's a nurse and well, like i said..i count my blessings.
another point of this entry...my mom's knew the deceased was filipino even before the name or picture of the victim was released by the media. how you might ask? well, we're not related....that just emphasizes how close-knit the filipino community is. from york region to sauga to scarbs to b-town brampton...flips know flips.
sorta like how i think mark ani should run for mayor..he seems to have a strong pacific islander following. however, i know alotta non-flips..so hey, i should run for office too.
oh!
by the way...
happy canada day!
the best damn place to live. i might even raise kids here.....or australia...or maybe the u.s. however, i kinda hate the u.s...so hey..canada looks mighty promising.
peace out canucks!
but before you go..sing along...
O Canada
English Words
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada! we stand on guard for thee
(repeat)
French Words
O Canada, terre de nos aïeux,
Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux.
Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter la croix.
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brillants exploits.
Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits
(repeat)
"canada good."
yeah!
but why should i care, you might ask? cause the nurse was a filipina.
yea, i said filipina. so yea...my prayers go out to the family, not just cause theyre flip, but cause i can relate and cause i count my blessings. my mom's a nurse and well, like i said..i count my blessings.
another point of this entry...my mom's knew the deceased was filipino even before the name or picture of the victim was released by the media. how you might ask? well, we're not related....that just emphasizes how close-knit the filipino community is. from york region to sauga to scarbs to b-town brampton...flips know flips.
sorta like how i think mark ani should run for mayor..he seems to have a strong pacific islander following. however, i know alotta non-flips..so hey, i should run for office too.
oh!
by the way...
happy canada day!
the best damn place to live. i might even raise kids here.....or australia...or maybe the u.s. however, i kinda hate the u.s...so hey..canada looks mighty promising.
peace out canucks!
but before you go..sing along...
O Canada
English Words
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada! we stand on guard for thee
(repeat)
French Words
O Canada, terre de nos aïeux,
Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux.
Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter la croix.
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brillants exploits.
Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits
(repeat)
"canada good."
yeah!
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