i like how i can look at overwhelming amounts of study material, that's abstract to my eyes, mind you, and just hysterically laugh it off.

i like how i have late-nite doses of caffine that screw up my whole sleeping routine. and beyond that, i like how im gonna get up at 4 am tomrrow and sleep really late tonite.

i like portugese food.

gnite and tomorrow, welcome back to reality.

4weeks! read 'em and weap!!!
perspective
P-E-R-S-P-E-C-T-I-V-E
perspective.

and come graduation, im taking a well-deserved trip. dunno where exactly, but im taking a break - you can put your chips on that one.

hahaahh

i found some really funny blogs. one i remembered the url; the other i dont.
give those a glimpse.

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studying for this exam its kinda fun. aside from actually applying crap, i get off over the diagrams. the same goes for several diagrams in various kinesiology-related textbooks.

let's see....



[this is cylinder man. he has no face, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings]


[glass panel man: a superhero of sorts. although, extremely fragile and sensitive]


[alice - the three handed lady: she likes karate chopping and leotard shopping in her free time]


[frank the 3-headed bastard child: son of alice (see above). growing up with no father and drinking the water in various underdeveloped countries, frank sometimes goes on a naked rampage scaring whole villages and farm stock]

who's watching die hard rather than studying for his exam on monday?
guilty as charged.
i really dont wanna go back to skool yet. these reading weeks are never long enough. i say that i dont wanna go back cause i know the month of march is gonna zoom right past me. its gonna zoom by while in rotation so fast that im not even gonna be able to catch its presence. and once that's gone, its gonna be finals, then summer and then ultimately...4th year! WOO-HAAAA!
i dont have really much to say in closing this reading week. all i know is that my physics teacher from highschool was right...time is your only enemy.

i often try and get myself to sign a peace treaty with this evil entity called time by means of organizing myself and planning far ahead of due dates. however, time doesnt wanna hear it i guess. it's all good though imma try and do the best i can - like always. and ya know what? it always seems to work out, regardless. it's like im de niro and God is the scorcese - he places me in the most moving roles over and over again.

bring on biomechanics, sucka!! DONT JUST SING IT...BRING IT!
actually, im cowering in the corner...i had the whole week to study and it seems like i let this reading week boil down to its last two days to "really knuckle" up as ultimate fighter ken shamrock would say.

when's my rice gonna be done? this kid's hungry!

waterloo was good. aaron's pad is still as dope as my memory can take me back.

well it's 2am again, and where do i end up before i go to bed usually? here of course. i cant even pinpoint why i ever started blogging nor why for that reason. whatver the case and regardless, im gonna keep on keepin on - whether important or completely meaningless.

so as for my plans later today, im heading up to waterloo to help my friend move. last time i was there the girls seemed very friendly. i guess when you have a buncha guys doing math and shit; punching numbers and getting busy with their physics textsbooks there's rarely any time for females. i guess my visiting up there is sorta a refreshing experience for them, considering im not nearly as brilliant as an engineer but physically fit and intelligently up to par as a kinesiologist possibly can be. but enough about those corrupting, loveable, good-smelling female beings...let's talk eats. last time i went up to waterloo me and the homeboys ate like slobs. dont get me wrong, the food was really tasty....with those homeburger places and that diner we went to with that big ass chili dog...the big chevy or the long dong chevy or something along those lines..speaking of, if we go there again to dine, imma get that thing! its weird how guys can NOT have one single form of phallic imagery or visions of guys' pelvic regions while/when eating hot dogs or sausages. i guess we really make an effort to enjoy our meats without sacrificing our morals.

but yea..what the hell am i talking about? hopefully we'll get some thai instead.
university of waterloo - the engineer's playground, here i come.


["gertrude, look at the size of that weiner!
you don't think they'll mind me waving this bigboy in their face, now, do you?"]

testiment that i value my friends' alot.

i just cut out a big chunk out of my reading time (fats and lipids chapter - nutrition: whoop-dee-doo) and what i thought would be a waste of time..turned out to be one of the best 1hour wasted...then again, how can i say that was wasted?

i cant wait till next month!!
yeah! *high ten*

hey sugar, i just wanna tape you...all night.
yeah!

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who reads during reading week? honestly.
finally up to my third year and here i am..forced to read during "reading" week.

cmon man, i should be out of the country climbing the side of a volcano or something. i should be surfing and growing a thick beard while drinking foreign, home-fermented liquor on some island in the pacific. i should be playing bass guitar and really rocking a show in front of 10 locals who seek enlightenment through my music.

rather, im stuck here in this subarctic winter wonderland....READING.

by the end of this break, i really should cop some new gear...
FOR SPRING! YEAH!!

...speaking of...MARCH! THE BEST MONTH OF ALL THE MONTHS. even if you combined the months they still wouldnt be better than march. then again, according to my religion, december and april are pretty important. so yea, i should rephrase that: "march is the best month even if you combine all the other months together except of course december and april which are really important months and would in turn rock march extremely"...that's sentence restructure at it's finest worst state.

two things to note in this particular conversation between mark and i:
1. my mispelling of "our" in my sn
2. the stupidity of the whole chat

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
hows tht?

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
lol

MARK...life is never boring when we spend our time adoring each other says:
hahhahahahahha...BROWN FINGERS GUY

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
im a fiend, guy

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
im high

MARK...life is never boring when we spend our time adoring each other says:
dat smell is awesome

MARK...life is never boring when we spend our time adoring each other says:
it makes you think

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
yea man. u can do alot of physics after those sessions

MARK...life is never boring when we spend our time adoring each other says:
SPECIALLY WEN IT GETS STUCK IN UR FIINGERS AND U SMELL IT AFTER A WEEK OR TWO

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
yea man..it gets to marinate. like a really good adobo or bbq

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
it gets better with age like wine

MARK...life is never boring when we spend our time adoring each other says:
hahahhahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahah

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
hahaah

MARK...life is never boring when we spend our time adoring each other says:
im really laughin my ass off

jay...life is never boring when we spend out time picking our butts and smelling our fingers says:
good. thts my point.

that was all over the topic of my sn.
great ain't it?
and y'all would rather doing something unproductive with your time like reading or homework rather than reading this here blog. sheesh.
priorities folks, priorities!

it's better!

first off, thanks to fellow buttpicker r.j. for taking the time to call me up, after work, to ask me if i wanted he to buy i a copy of that cd who's names are of a bands the neptunes.
in other words, he got me the "rare" (in my book) edition of the first n.e.r.d. album.
thanks brother-mang!

i can't get over these songs even listening to them for the 376th time! however, like i said, this is the so called "rare" version, as i view it. it's got this live instrumental sound completely unsynthesized verses the versions that ive been accustomed to hearing off kazaa.

wow! and hey..at the same time, i actually gave the money to the artist where it's deserved (again).
thanks neptunes. can't wait for next month!!

im a provider girl!
why? cause
things are getting better!
(and why not?)
cause im the shit.

stupid email spam.

aside from that...rethinking last nite...
"it's a lamborghini murcielago...and an iron constitution!!!"

steam chicken and chinese greens on rice are so so very nice.

READING WEEK!!

BOOYA!!!
JAH BAMBUCLAT!



but like i said...the reading must continue. cause jay doesnt wanna lose his groove and have to reclaim it as in the same means as stella getting her groove back.

and if you have time...
read: "why i fucking hate weblogs" (not me, they..whoever "they" may be. but certainly, "they" is not me)
that joker...and try to figure out where i fit. and try to figure where you fit...have fitted in..or will fit in within those categories. and relax...take yourself lightly for God's sake; it's just you.

look at this! it's 730am on a sunday morning..the first day of my reading week too!

what the heck am i doing up?
am i sick because im tired or am i tired because im sick?

when you get these head colds...sorry, when I get these head colds, its funny how i can feel all the pressure building up in my head. if you look really closely, you can see the veins sticking out of my temples and forehead under no conscious control of mine whatsoever. and my sinuses..dont even get me started with those.

it's all good though.

today feels like one of those days where when your mom asks you if your feeling any better, you can reply, "yea im 85% better".

uhuh...it's one of those days.

but back to this pressure in my head....if i had the job to make a nasal decongestion commercial/cold & flu medicine, i'd zoom into my nose...then pan up to my forehead.
next red waves of what appear to be heat would be radiating off of an animation of my nasal passages and inner-skull. of course, like most commercials of this nature, such an illustration would be accompanied by a woman or man explaining how this brand X medication actually works (without sounding too technical or jargonish, of course).
after this little explanation, the camera would zoom out and with the help of up-to-date and advanced animation procedures, my head would transformed into a pressure cooker. as a result, post-usage of this med would cause the pressure release (which by my direction, would be located above both of my ears) would be released. there would also be those steam-release sound effects..like the old steam engines which ran along the canadian pacific railway used to make during the gold rush of the past.
the 1minute+ segement would conclude with me smiling and holding/endorsing this magical elixir.

yea.
that's my commercial; if i ever did a commercial.

[two ads a friend of mine showed me.]

it's nasty when i sneeze and all this mucus explodes outta my nostril and all over my face..sometimes even bubbling outta my nostril. that's nasty.
it's like im a kindergarten snot-nose all over again...cept im 21.

that's nasty.

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the blackstar album, released in 98 i believe is timeless...i mustve listened to that album a total of about 38 002 times already! and yet every time i plug the buds into my ears or listen out my ghetto blaster, i always pick out something new from their lyrics...those guys really well-think their lyrics out ("well-think"??).
they need a new one to come out..they really do. if not for the better of society then for the better of me.

however, i did my research, and here's the skinny on at least something...maybe it'll shed some light for you hungry hip hopper hoppin heads...
people talk, yanno.


here's another one on gift of gab...just because i like throwing in bonuses.

then again, according to this, it's to be released on my mom's birthday! yeaaaa!!
maybe i won't get my mom flowers and a gift that she can use..maybe i'll get her a really good hip hop album!!
now that's a son thinking.


i need congee!

poor colin.
this guy's funny with the entries.

i like that whole 4 horsemen analogy.

dont stress skool man. HANG IN THERE!
hang in there like a scrotum...words of wisdom.

it's good to be ahead in readings. it's good to be done your labwork. it's good to be done your phase I of midterms. it's good to have reading week next week.

however, no matter how good it is, that doesn't excuse the fact that im sore.
my quads are sore. my bicep is sore...not only is it sore, i cant even straighten it to a fully extended position.
and what's greater than that?....we have circuit training for track and field on wednesday. 32.5 million dollars says that by wednesday im gonna be back in tip top prime shape only to be re-broken down and sore all over again.
aside from that, today i did triple jump...huaaaaaaaa!

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A WORD ABOUT "SLAW"
coleslaw..love it..hate it...coleslaw is coleslaw.
sour?..maybe creamy. maybe chunky, maybe mushy.

EAT YOUR SLAW!

ever wonder why they give you a side of coleslaw with your fish 'n' chips, buffalo wings or even as a side option at kfc or popeye's?

it's my job to enLIGHTEN..so, imma screw in a brand new light bulb into that noggin of yours.

we have this thing called a pancreas. this "thing" releases some stuff called bile. this "stuff" also known as bile, as just stated is some really miraculous stuff. you see, bile is detergent like.

ever see those commercials where there's grease on a dirty plate with some water...and after they put a small drop of palmolive on that greasy plate, all the grease moves away from the centre? ever see those? k, maybe it wasnt palmolive...maybe it was sunlight..WHATEVER! but yea, bile does that to fat too. it's a detergent. bile does that to fat! not only seperating fat molecules from eachother, but also increasing its surface area for better breakdown and absorption. now..take a breather and absorb what i just said.

pretty cool shit, eh?

however, bile also has another quality to it. IT BINDS TO FIBER!
when fiber enters your system, it binds bile along with cholesterol and fat to itself. as we all know, fiber is often undigestable; passes rite thru us; reaches our toilets; goes down the drain and eventually makes it's way to where the teenage mutant ninja turtles hang out, fight and eat pizzas (COWABUNGA DUDE!).

but wait a sec..lets rewind...bile and fiber bind with the cholesterol and fat that bile broke down.
so putting two and two together, your cholesterol is (pardon my french) shitted (or shat) rite outta ya!
aint that great?
one more thing, "if all the bile leaves your system, then is there any bile left in your system?" you might ask...

no doubt there is!
your liver uses excess cholesterol in the blood to make new bile. so if your spending all your time crapping out bile and cholesterol and fat, then your liver is taking leftover cholesterol from your blood and making new bile!!! and that's awesome too! cause surely, we dont want cholestrol floating around in our blood.

so back to coleslaw...COLESLAW IS FIBER!
and now you know why they offer you this cabbagy green, seemingly unappealing salad (when compared to your macaroni and potato) called 'slaw with your greasy, high cholesterol meals. it's acidity helps to breakdown fat slightly and it's fiber component helps with regularity (so all that crap food passes thru you easy) and also, more importantly lowers your total body cholesterol!

hence, why i love fiber and why i love coleslaw.

see kids, that's just me trying to be smart.
but hey, notice ididnt talk over anyones heads with technical jargon?
it's cause i want you to know!
i wanna be the cool scientist..like beakmen or nye..or mr. wizard...yea! that's cool science and that's the shit you remember.


[damn, i miss that guy]

as for writing all of this..well i had kfc aka "dirty bird" last nite and some slaw..i went heavy on the slaw.
cause i love slaw!
aside from that..i know it's bad for you..but i love kfc gravy too!
if i had the chance, id probably drink a litre of it..mmmmmm gravy.

cleanse those colons!
cleanse them gatdammit!

*play cool mr. wizard outer-space-like music to exit segment*

now off to the finer things in life...like playing video games!
and maybe even eating more 'SLAW!
yea-YEA!


[mr. tubby over there in the bottom left obviously didn't order his coleslaw.
i can't teach you if you don't wanna be taught.
i can't help you if you don't wanna be helped.]

God bless these kids

japes is 22!

maaaaaaannnnnn.

_____

dj Qbert is coming here on wednesday!!!!
i wish i could go.

imma go in the corner, tuck myself into the fetal position and cry.
gnite.

so said dead prez.

i can't believe they cut dead prez's hip hop last nite.
i guess people rarely listen to lyrics these days.
it's those songs that you need to play in its entirety!

people don't like thinking i guess...it requires too much effort.

you can bang a bunch of pots and pans together...make rude noises with your armpits, tongue and lips; even make a crotch-scratching noise!!! but as long as there's a catchy hook i guess people will love the song.

so much for the artform.



would you rather have a lexus or justice?
a dream or some substance?

the nite ended with a good old fashioned bar room brawl.

let's do this backwards, shall we?

last friday i bitched and moaned 'cause there was nothing to do..but there ended up being something to do.
tonite, again being friday nite/saturday morning, there was and is something to do...but instead, i chose to sleep. i guess the whole lack of sleep from studying at the week's onset finally caught up to me. however, i didnt sleep the whole nite. after i declined invitations to go out, i really couldn't get back to bed.
i turned to cbc newsworld and saw yet another documentary that caught my eye. it was a piece on the deaths of superstar rappers: tupac shakur and the notorious b.i.g. it was a british led investigation into all the circumstances behind the the circumstances of the killings. it was ok i guess..i mean it held me off for a good 2 hours.

earlier today in biomechanics lecture, these two dumb bitches were talking in front of my table. peeved and vexed at the whole situation, my friend gave them the angered "shhhhh" business. the two responded with a valley-girl like "as-if" attitude and coldly gazed at my homeboy. he gazed back with one of those sylvester stallone looks of death like he did in 'cobra' or even 'over the top' (in the latter, i dunno if that's even a look of death; it's more of a "holy shit, you picked the wrong bull to fuck with my friend" kinda look). anyways, after that, the two shudduped and by recognition of their own dumbass actions, left the hall and concluded their conversation outside as to not disturb the real scholars. point - shut your fucking traps during lecture you bitches or youre gonna have hell to deal with. or for the censored version of that point: please be considerate of other patrons during lecture. thank you and call again.

even earlier before that earlier, i was leaving my 830am nutrition class. ya see, im in the first section and at 930, another section follows with a whole 'nother flock of kin majors ready to learn about how to eat. anyways, to my point, as i was exiting thru the back of the hall, i was stopped by a fellow kin major from the later class. thinking he was gonna ask me about the importance of the lecture i just sat through or maybe even some kind of philosophical zen-logical meaning behind consuming carbs before 6pm, i stopped and engaged in the conversation. to my surprise, he asks, "hey, where'd you get that jacket? it's nice"

shockingly in response to his inquiry, i replied "oh......i got this from gap. about 2 years ago."

"aww two years ago."

"yea. about. maybe theyll re-release it again, who knows?" i assured my peer.

"it's a really nice coat."

"thanks man. aight."

"later."

"take it easy".

regardless of the brief moment of awkwardness that i experienced exiting the hall, i felt good coming out of there. for a minute the whole scenario may have seemed a bit homosexual - in terms of two guys discussing their gear. however, i eventually ruled that out as to reestablish my own self perception of masculinity inside this heterosexual male psyche 'o' mine. i mean i had to assure myself that that wasn't weird cause it was weird..but it was weird because it just was. and im not gay, sincerely. not that there would be anything wrong with that anyhow. that whole thing wasn't gay. guys can discuss their gear with eachother..especially if it's someone referring to the mad nicey's that i sport. so yea...i dont think that whole conversation was by any means homoerotique or fancy-boyish.
boys will be girls.
*continues to laugh at self and that whole situation, in addition to my entry above*

[note: he was referring to my green storm jacket with the military styling not the good ol parka..you know which one im talking about? the one with the velcro on the cuffs and the snap buttons with the many pockets and inside mesh ones too. do you all know which one im talking about? the olive one that's symbolic of the struggle that i face everyday in academia and in life. that particular coat emphasizes how, like a solider, i too, have my own battles to fight; my own wars to face in such a cold and unjustice world where everywhere you journey is your battlefield......yea! that's the coat!!]

and finally the nite before, that being thursday nite. it was drinks with a good friend at the neighbourhood pub. but good company and drinks alone, aren't grounds for jay to rant and rave about.
nope.
however, what is grounds to rant about is the fact that there was a good ol' fashioned bar-room brawl during our presence. i swear, that scrap went from one side of the room to the other, and back. it involved 2 on 1..with the addition of someone's girlfriend even hitting the double-teamed victim with punches to his mug. it eventually broke up via mr. bouncer and the pigs came.
they all then lived happily ever after.

why fight in that place? it's not even a shitty bar. it's a nice place.
that ain't gonna get you right.

and as i lay in my bed, i couldnt help but vividly recall how
the nite ended with a good ol' fashioned bar room brawl.

p.s. don, we [canadians] love you, but please...SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE!

to blackalicious' day one.

daaaaaaays turn to nite.
damn i hit bad notes.

oh wow, looks like i decided to turn on the computer before skool today.
dunno why. maybe i was hoping to be a "hit the monkey" winner in one of those popup ads. unfortunately, that particular ad didnt happen to pop up.

it's ok, maybe the world' largest casino will popup.
then again, maybe not.

i smell spam. im gone.
imma couple a side of spam with a bowl of raisin bran.

awww yea! bind to the fiber bile, bind to the fiber!

this week's computer desk snack are the chewy chips ahoy cookies - chocolate chip (old skool and original since way back when). so much for lasting a week.
i bought these bad boys about 6 hours ago and im at the last row.
whatta sloth i am..a sloth with an additional 2 toes.

in other news, im satisfied that even my professors are fit! point and case: dr. hood phd physiology, was running a mile on his lunch break. i even ran with him for a lap while we talked about the course and the program. cheers to him, hes the shiznit. honestly, im kinda lucky to have profs this semester that wanna make you learn. and they know me by now too.
profs should practice what they preach. and in the case of dr. hood running a mile and being the age he is...well, that says alot about his beliefs in the power of the ATP-PC, glycolysis, kreb's and electron transport chain energy systems.
for someone to dedicate 5 years of his life just to prove protein isn't an efficient substrate for energy use..well, that's dope in my book.

[*aside this semester commemorates the 5th or 6th time ive learned kreb's & ETC...and yet it still never sticks. ive talked to others too and it doesnt stick either....i think it's designed not to. so simple yet so forgetable.]


"blah blah..mitochondria..blah blah...yada yada...eeeerr neeer...nanu nanu"
[useful, yet i could care less. no worries i know its fundies]


[to hell with all'a that anyhow. my only concern is making the best gatorade ever. of all time. but crap, that has everything to do with that]

prior to running that lap, for track today, we did discus throwing.
sick! that's all i gotta say...it's all about the low centre of mass and centrifugal motion. funny too, those discs look a lot like vinyl records. i dunno how that's funny though.

and after that lap, i worked out...i haven't worked out in a while..today..well, as of now, im really feeling this soreness in my arm. i think i tore my bicep muscle. actually no i didnt! im just being a bitch. im fine. hahahaha

damn it's good to be rid of those midterms for a while.

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mom's and i do secret handshakes like "the brothas" up in harlem do. we dope like that. we keeps it real like that.
she also said today how much she likes coke. i explained that it's nothing more than gas, water and sugar. she knew that already and that's cool..cause like her, it's for those exact same reasons, PLUS the caffine, that make me love cola.
COLA POWER!!!

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aww yea! debate tomorrow for gender and sport!
resolved: that gender barriers be removed from all contact sports
PRO? OR CON?

"Observation and participation, my favorite teachers
When they beat us in the head with them books, it don’t reach us
Whether you breakdance or rock suede addidas"

getcha lessons!
that's what my moms kept stressin.



[unrelating to anything posted above as usual]

"im gonna ask you again, and im gonna ask you once...WHERE THE FUCK IS RINGO?!"

HAHAHHAHAHA
man, that sticks like semen.

a celebrity visited my page.
well he's a celebrity in my book.

anyone whos been on tv is a celebrity.

you could be shot..your body laying there but if your mug was face-down on the pavement and the camera got a side perspective of your..then by golly, that makes you a celebrity in my book.

big ups to dj baby yu.
he was probably bewildered by my name.

in reference to the entry below...


ohhhh yeaaaaaaaa!
now i remember.

an excerpt from a conversation between abs ["so sad.."] and i ["the master..."]:

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
i'm really hungry

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
im waiting for my mom

the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
why?
the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
eat foo

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
to eat w/ her
So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
i have yan-yan

the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
whts tht?
the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
chinese roasted twins?
the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
:P
the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
u sickos!

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
haha eeew

the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
hahahhaha

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
it's toasted breadsticks..dipped in chocolate
So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
well u dip it urself

the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
ohhh
the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
like pocky?

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
yea
So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
isnt pocky kinda salty tho?
So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
the sticks they have?
So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
or no?

the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
u sure its not roasted chinese twins? those sound a lot more appetizing

So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
eew
So sad to see...Changes for the worse! How UNFORTUNATE says:
yea i'm pretty sure

the master of karate-kung fu is back to BREAK YOU UP, SMASH YOU DOWN and KICK YOU APART! says:
yan-yan mmmmmmmmm

that's all in reference to this weekend.

and yes, i have no problem with saying i love my mom.
do you?


POSITIVITY.