well, i haven't been able to sleep properly for the last couple of days.
i owe that to what i believe to be overtraining and an overconsumption of caffine along with a crap diet.


shame on me.

but hey, when im up late, that usually means i start thinking messed up things. that usually means i start writing "good material". so hey, maybe i'll come around to doing that final update soon on aa. lets just hope i stay fucked up, avenuers...or let's not.

on another note, the yogurt drink "yop" is the shit in blueberry flavour.

guzzling those down at 12am on a thursday morning is supreme elation.

gnite (maybe).

Pirates of the Caribbean!


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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but yo, that doesnt mean imma go cop some eye-liner for myself.

[aside and totally unrelating]


anyone remember that show?

i was just cruising thru blogger's peeps and found something in reference to that.
for so long i couldnt remember the name of it.
right on!

puhahhahhah

me and you both know that's one of the dopest movies of all time.

God bless arnold.

and please, one day, i hope YOU can find time to crochet me a tanktop made outta yarn.
why?...cause that shit makes anyone look ruthless. it's that "i don't give a shit, imma cut you with my fucking knife cause this vest is soo damn pretty" mentality.



you feel me?

and to finish off this entry, i'll once again use a famous quote...


"john, i'm not gonna shoot you between the eyes...IM GONNA SHOOT YOU BETWEEN THE BALLS!!"

why couldnt they just call the police? why?!! why, oh why?!!!



oh yea....the movie is called "commando" for those of you caught out in the dark.

you know that you've had a good nite when you blow your nose and the kleenex is black.

you know that youre starting your day off right when you have hotdogs and eggs for breakfast.
yum.


as for the post title, james is a man who reads my blogger. that is, james reads this thing you, too, are reading....which is cool.
but everyday?!! im impressed. does anyone else do this?

this is news.

news in the sense that you're all totally messed up (i say that in a comforting way. comforting like a hot bowl of maple brown sugar oatmeal on a january winter's morning. or comforting like using the crapper the following morning of a visitation to a chinese buffet). why would you wanna read my brainwork translated into text-form? beats me.

but yea, props to james. and props to you too. anyone who reads this, must share some of my rantings...either that, or like blineguy, as i have no other choice but to conclude, just wanna see my every move in an attempt to one day get one step ahead of my daily movements and ambush me before repeatedly finger and thumb-flicking my testicles in some demented attempt to torture me for terrorist actions. yea..either or. props.

look at me, i run my sentences on.



to you,
todd and gavin just called me - they wanna play some hockey.
you down?

wow...it's 3am.

very cool. check it out.

ahem *nudge nudge*
today would've been a good day to take a G2 exit driving exam.

unfortunately, the ontario ministry of transportation believes otherwise. they felt it was beneficial that they remain closed today. they believe that friday's blackout is reason to remain closed even till today and eventhough power is almost back to full capacity within our grid. and eventhough you dont need that much electricity to power some lights and the computers, the ministry felt it was beneficial to fuck me over today. eventhough i've been awaiting this day all summer...and eventhough this is a pinnacle in jay's life's checklist next to 'cop your degrees' and 'get married', today just didn't happen.

i dunno how the hell imma book another date. i just wanna get this over with before skool starts cause God knows im not gonna have any time during study periods.

lesson, kids: don't loaft on getting your licence. im 21 years old and still a G2 driver - same as a lot of 17 year olds. that's just great. how pathetic.

for those of you outside of ontario reading this, our driver licencing system requires 3, yes 3 gay-ass levels.

G1 - written test
G2 - street worthy
G - street and highway worthy

balls. balls i say, balls.

well im ready, so fuck, if anyone wants to donate their own appointment to me, please..feel free and contact my frustrated ass.

it's hot today. fuck you government, im turning on my a/c full power just like ive been doing for the last few days. you fuck me, i fuck you - that's the policy.

g'day.

my favourite couple.

good match, good match.



not that that has anything to do with anything. this entry is just filler.

this weather is ridiculous.
fronting (not even frontin' - cause thats nicer) is ridiculous.

but hey, you want ridiculous? here's ridiculous.
fall/winter schedule "jay's gauntlet"
FALL
mondays/wednesdays
930-1030: biology of sex
1030-1130: yoga
1130-1230: human physiology II
1230-1330: athletic injuries
1330-1430: tai chi
1430-1530: skilled performance & motor learning
1530-1730: human physiology II lab (mon)/athletic injury lab (wed)
*notice there are no breaks...ANYWHERE! solid 8 hours.

tuesdays
930-1130: biology of sex lab (i can only fantasize about what goes on in here)

thursdays
free at last! free at last! GREAT GOD, ALMIGHTY, free at last!!!

fridays
930-1130: biology of sex
1130-1230: human physiology II
1230-1430: skilled performance & motor learning lab

can we say "burnout" boys and girls?

thats fall, in december or january, we shall investigate my winter layout, which includes:
-biology of sex (still ongoing)
-excercise physiology w/ lab
-biomechanics w/ lab
-human nutrition w/ lab
-track & field
now that, my friends, sounds fun. seriously (in some sick demented way).

mr. jason ryan de los reyes, you've made your bed, now lie in it.

but hey, id rather lay down on the floor.

"GO LIONS!", said the 3rd year, non-jewish, mexican york dork.

but on a brighter note, i copped some "back to skool - cause im so damn cool" gear. holla.

think tonite by the way.

it was just minutes ago that i witnessed and experienced my corner of the world become revived. it all went down as i was staring at the full moon. i kinda feel responsible. i know im not, but hey, we can believe im supernatural.

if you don't know what the hell im talkn bout, here's what happend.

after dinner, i went for a walk. that was around 10pm. why i went for a walk..i dunno, i guess tahts what kin majors do when they got nothing else to do. but yea, i went for a walk and it was pitch black out. but hey, that was no excuse for people to be out and about. i also noticed that there was the common idea shared by many to go smoke reefer in the nearby park. nice guys, nice. but yea, about the walk...thats some scary shit that was goin down. sorta real life experience of silent hill. no joke.

on the real though, i noticed that it takes disaster for people to be brought together. i mean through the whole dilemma, neighbours were brought out of their homes and forced to communicate. families, too, were forced to enjoy dinner together either outside or in, and play in their yards. i dunno why i mention this, i just think its funny how it takes an almost "end of days"/apocalypse/armageddon type of scenario for people to be nice to one another. any other day, most would hide in their homes not willing to socialize or even stab eachother in their backs at the first chance available.

so what did we learn today? well, we learned not to abuse the damn usage of your air conditioners folks! i keep on picturing some kinda giant energy generator exploding while the plant manager has his jaw wide open and a handfull of old, pulled-out white hairs in his hands.

currently, ive been, for the past week, working outside under the sun, building a patio with my dad, the filipino bob villa. yes, i said outside. outside in this sweltering death trap climate. all day too for that matter. and the home im working at keeps their a/c on all day even when theyre not there. now thats abuse. and as a result, today happened.

cmon now.

i on the other hand, have adapated to the heat. ive also become one baked brotha.

my skin tone isnt even filipino anymore. shoot, its not even mexican for that matter...im genuine sri lanken now.
darkass muthableeeeeep.

on the upside today, least i could enjoy the stars, being that there were no artificial light sources fading them out.

ok, so im entering third year, specialized honours kine...and that wasnt fluke. we've established that.

but i just checked my summer skool grade for coaching.

got an A baby! that shit was no joke, either. fucking pretty hard.

she must've really liked my paper on blood doping and erythropoietin.

as for the certification coaching exam, aside from the prof's exam, i got a 90% on the national exam! that makes me a canadian association of coaches certified coach level I of the nccp. but that's just all technical jargon to woo you.
holllllllaaaaaaaaa.

from now on, call me coach jay..or how bout plain and simple..."coach".

now drop and give me 20 you pukes!
now!

hahahah done with aa. well updating for now, but come september, siyanora suckaz no more visitations either.
anyone wanna place bets on how long i can stay away of if i can stay away for that matter?

"another dimension, new galaxy - intergalactic planetary!"

im really missing skool. i miss the girlies.
i miss gymnastics, strength training, european team handball, and of course...the cha-cha, foxtrot and swing that comes along with ballroom dance.

but hey, its ok tho. its ok tho...this year i got yoga and tai chi....IN THE SAME DAMN DAY! oh! imagine how relaxed imma be? geez. so yea, if anyone needs favours from me, cash, or kidney donations, be sure to contact me on either mondays or wednesdays of the fall. come winter session, i got.......track and field! kinesiology rules, no matter where you be! but yea, bout track, we gotta do pole vaulting.
isnt that just fucking great? i mean gymnastics was great...the flips, rings, highbars, parallel bars and dismounts where all happy, great times. now however, i get to trust my whole body's weight to a carbon fiber pole or rod while i propel myself (or not) over a clearance that stands about 13 feet off the ground. isnt this great. for some reason, i think the pole is gonna end up in my ass.

dunno how, but i betcha. id put my money on that one. peace out. imma make some duccets (thats cash to those in special education) today! holla if ya hear me.

one more thing, big brother starts his job at ibm. holla! so if any ibm'ers are having problems and you call the tech line, that just might be he...we sound the same almost so you can just pretend its me, milkfart, helping you reign terror on glitches and viruses all over your computer's internal universe. i mean if it were up to me, id shrink myself, and walk into the computer like they did on owl t.v. when they would explore insect habitats. anyone remember that??...ok, rambling again...ill shuddup.

coffee time. ah yea.



"yes ibm tech-support here. what's that? your computer is fucked up? hold on sir, please stop raising your voice and swearing. sir..sir...it's not my fault you have too much kiddie porn on your computer's hard drive..but..sir..yes i understand that...sir...to fix the problem....all you..yes sir...all you gotta do is...FUCK YOURSELF. bye. thank you for using tech-support here at IBM. glad to help ya jag-off computer illiterate scumbag."

one last thing, i really believe that biz markie doing benny and the jets is gold. hahahhaa

not mmmmmmmmmmuffins.



you know, for some odd reason, christina aguilera's song, "fighter" instills some kind of urge, some need, compelling force or compulsion to just get off my ass and eat a whole bunch of sloppy joe's sandwiches.

dunno why. so yea, when you hear that song, think of me.........


eating meat sauce???

what the fuck is a manwich anyhow?? sounds like some kinda homosexual party game that's alternative to twister.



i dunno.

my niece reached 6years old today.

i think that's dope.

which makes me think, when boys start coming around, imma be a mean uncle jay.
oh joy.

hey, it's mock trial for when i have a daughter, aight? practice makes perfect.

lacerations above the eye via flying knees...."INFUCKINGCREDIBLE" is right, so said the man named milkfart in agreement to the fellow named ravenloft.

i went to the gym today. at a pretty odd hour for my personal preference. i mean usually its the noon shift..lets say 11 to 2..somewhere in there. yea thats right, only cause its most convenient for me and i like starting my day fit. its the rejuvenation factor of excercise..trust me kids. it goes back to sport and excercise pysch last year, first semester. but hey, that has nothing to do with anything, and once again, im just rambling off.

so i go to the gym at around 3 today...330 or around there to be more exact. and what's going on you might ask?

it's the hunnie-shift that's whats going on. geez.

i mean some of the girls at the gym during my regular noon shift have their moments, and shoot, some of them are very easy on my eyes...but gotdaaamn, most are hoodrats. anyhow, yea, that's the hunnie-shift, f.y.i., friends.

anyhow, who else was at the gym today?....that damn she-man that i had an argument with a few months ago. i dunno if anyone remembers, but yea, that freak was there;
*shivers* i think imma have nitemares tonite. thanks lady...or thanks guy..or thanks you freak.

which brings me to the jest of today's lecture. why do some women wanna look like men? why do some women wanna be built?

[aside for a second] girls..sweet girls...to all girls who workout, it is physically impossible for you to look like a man with big shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and huge arms..believe me, this is my field of study, and ill restate it again, it is impossible, under normal circumstances, regardless of how hard a female trains, to ever look like a man.

so with that said, girls, go lift weights. if you wanna lose fat quickly, gain muscle to burn the fat instead of trying to rely strictly on cardio activities (ie biking, running, etc.). muscles are like a fat-burning furnace, if you gain muscle, you'll readily burn more fat, more efficiently. so yea, put that in your pipe and smoke it. actually dont. please dont, smoking is bad. besides, it turns me off. and we all know you gotta keep me turned on....right?..no?..k, ill shuddup.[end aside]

so back to the she-mans...the only way to look like a man, as previously stated is to take growth hormones and/or steroids. you see, testosterone (a hormone) is responsible for muscle growth. because men have an excess of it, and are constantly producing large volumes of it via the "testicles", the balls, the nuggets, jewels, timbits, etc., men tend to and should get larger muscles. it's the way of the world.

now i ask my million dollar question of the day: why do some women take testosterone???

don't you/they know its a fucked up thing?
dont you see us men get all aggravated and hostile? it's the testosterone.
don't you see us drooling over a slab of red meat? it's testosterone.
don't you understand why we're always horny? testosterone.
the hair...not on your head, but every where else...????.....testosterone!

nuff said. so with that off my chest, i hope any chicks out there planning on taking growth hormones or the notorious testosterone, think twice before they act.


the infamous.

besides, the female form is what attracts males. geez...freaks.
the male form is ugly anyhow. i dont even know why girls are attracted to us. its the most grotesque thing. sharp edges, things hangning out all flacid or standing erect etc.

female form is much more preferred. thank God girls love guys..well, at least the majority that is. i dunno why..but thank God.

if i were a chick, id probably be a dyke who stares at herself all day. but hey, that's just me, herbie the pervie.

-jason, the self-proclaimed funny sport scientist


'da fuck?

you know how to tell?...its the square jaw structure (result of acromegly via growth hormone) and if youre lucky enough to hear, the deep voice (via the increased durabilty and strengthened cartilage of the trachea and larynx - voicebox). well those two signs, and of course...the muscles.
"zhee muscles..luk at my beg mussals"

you can answer that one on your own time.

anyhow, i haven't been writing here nor on aa for a minute. i guess everyone's awaiting for me to start moving my fingers again...not in their vaginas or anything, i just meant on my keyboard. well it's a sunday - the sunday of a long weekend up here in canada, so what the heck, might as well put jot something down.

you know what makes me happy?...

chicken curry after i've been craving it for like a month. yea!

you know what makes me even happier? a big ass sesame ball for desert. which reminds me, since i'm the neighbourhood grocery bulletin board.

if you live in the southern ontario area...more to the west, in or around the region of peel (that's our county americans, dont laugh too hard), you might wanna check out the latest asian grocery supermarket, just added to our hood. it's just down the street from square one on burnhamthorpe road. it's called big land farm..or something like that. it really is big. about that name, that sounds so ethnic. i can almost hear a chinese man saying it's name, "heyyyy my fren, you come in and shop at big land farm. you enjoy. bye."

????

it's funnier if i do it in person i swear. you gotta hear me. even chinese people laugh at my impersonations. theyre not to offend mind you, that's never my intention.so please new viewers of me, do not be offended. and please, lighten up.

anyhow back to the store...that makes a very good edition to the many asian supermarkets that i have access to right by my pad. dope. this new one though, big land farm or big farm land or big land of farms, whatever its called...it's pretty elegant, i gotta add. very nice. very. they got everything in there.

im sorry i had to dedicate a whole entry to this, but i get all sentimental when i see asians making it pretty darn big. don't mind the tears of joy from this grown man (we'll just imagine that someone kicked me in the groin reeeeal hard, aite?). anyhow, there, i made the grocery announcement. it's called big land farm. its on burnhamthorpe in place where the old canadian tire used to be, just next door to the old consumer's gas building.

it's huge. it's clean. it has everything you want in there. or never wanted...i mean, i personally have no use for chicken's feet [recalls beautiful childhood years when i choked on dim sum chicken feet...whatta stupid kid i was..and still am for that matter]. but yea, it has everything you want. fruits...a noodle section..free samples like in priceclub, whoops, i mean costco...and even a little dining area where food is served...you can get pho...bbq..whatever the hell you want! and let's not forget the baker section...with, of course, my favourite, egg tarts!..yesss...glorious, drool-inducing, egg tarts...oh yea baby..yeaaa baby! who's your daddy egg tart? who's your da-....


i've been eating these since waaay back when. it's staple for me.

...whoa. got kinda carried away there for a sec. but yea, if you want me to do anything for you, and you're not brooke burke, just cop me some egg tarts and your wish is my command.

but yea, big land farms...it's like a whiteman supermarket...no kidding. you gotta check it out. usually asian supermarkets are kinda shady and filthy...this one's on it's own level. so yea, check that out with your parents..yourself..or even your pet worm.

there, i said it. now go.


my balls were huge!
you shoulda seen 'em today.


one more thing, i got daredevil and phonebooth here on dvd rental..also, i got animatrix...matrix reloaded...and matrix all on disc..so holla! im up for a long nite of flicks. peace.

i wake up the the glorious morning sound of my italian, middle-aged neighbour coughing up a lung. the festivities then proceed to him spitting his alveoli out onto my/our shared front lawn.

least it keeps the weeds away.

some advice..buy johnsonville breakfast sausages. more specifically, be wise like me and choose the maple flavour.

they're the bestus!

hey, with a sausage company named johnsonville...how you gonna go wrong?


where exactly is this "johnsonville"? are white people only allowed there?

haha look, a sausage with eyes!
my sausage only has one eye. if you look closely at it, you just might see where im coming from.



if you didn't like the american website, check out the chinese johnsons.
if you look closely at the centre of the screen, you might find what i did. think the white man is trying to hypnotize us with their johnsons. i think that's just it.

remember, just dont stare too long.