7 days left till skool.

upon reading abs' entry,
im left here to contemplate what the hell im going to be doing after i graduate.


[this just googled.
i have no clue who the hell this is but i just liked the picture of my skool in the background. i really miss that damn place, i admit]

[as for input to you, abs being that i know both you and japes, i, and everyone else hope you two end up together. id be so blunt to make that bold statement, but it had to be said being that we're nearing that age. my only advice to both of you would be to swallow your pride and have a little flexibilty in your relationship. true, i can only imagine the difficulty of a long-distance relationship but really, both of you, have to be flexible and trustful. gluck kids..cause youll need it.]

mind you though, just because im in 4th year, doesnt mean that im gonna be graduating just yet. i'll probably be back for another year, if not a semester at least. why you ask? i didnt fail. i never fail. i just gotta pick up a few electives needed for even more skool after this skool, thats all. and frankly, it was in my best interest to spread things out a little more. remember, for me it's a marathon not a sprint...at least that's how i justify everything..and at least that's what blackalicious said in their first album. but now im just rambling on and on as usual...

back to what i'll be doing after skool. usually i don't like to discuss future plans with anyone, including myself in my own head; therefore, i won't discuss future plans. all i can say is after i graduate either after this year or the following, at most, im taking a long-ass, well-deserved vacation. i need it. screw what you think, or how hard some people think i work at my studies, i need me a long ass break or imma burnout and maybe even go postal. i gotta travel. im thinking asia..but cross-canada would be ok too. then again, south america would be da bomb. we'll see about that.

as for the world revolving around me..no the world doesnt revolve around me. but yes, the world around me revolves. i think it's cool how most of my friends are moving on to bigger and better things. just the other day, my cousin, who's the same age, had a babygirl with his wife. they already have their own house. that's crazy! crazy but good.
as for friends, i dont wanna discuss any future plans of theirs, like mine, cause i really dont wanna jinx anything. but the future looks very promising for everyone.

in a brief reflective summary, all i can say is, these past years of university have flown by way to fast - summer's included.

being that i measure year's by my skool/fall-winter session calender vs the christian solar calender, going back to skool is like new year's for me. i really dont know what to expect. as of now, im done all the kinesiology core and am basically ready to graduate. all the hard shit is done.
anything i take from here on is strictly elective on my part and basically for my own specialzing and interest. i look ahead with the same optimism that i faced in years I, II and III, however, for whatever reason, im lacking the fear. i guess ive proved to myself that i could get through it. this year around, im just here for the ride...purely for the enjoyement. but dont think for a minute that's grounds for me to sleep on everything. i gotta maintain.
i really dont know what the point of this entry was, so with that realization, i'll end it here. i hope to write a super dope reflection on the summer of 2004 in following entries, but will i? we'll see.

[yet more imagery to feed my jones]





[beats me who the hell these people are...???]


[look at vari hall in the back. damn i wanna be back.
and i'll ask again...
who the hell are these people???]

in the meantime, enjoy (not my blogger but the summer, fools).

every now and then, there's a trend.
it could be wearing your hat backwards, masturbating in public parks, smoking crack, bombing the shit out of terrorist-harbouring nations, low-carb diets, pilates and Christian heavy metal. the majority of society follows these trends and therefore make them a part of popular culture, to be forever engraved in history. i admit, i, too, personally follow some trends..but most of the time, i dont...or at least would like believe i dont.
here are some things i hate you, but you, the average person, probably like:

*disclaimer* just cause i dont like them doesnt mean that it's shit. it just means i think it's shit..and really who am i to say what's shit and what's the shit? so before you get all worked up about my entitled opinion, know it's my opinion and not necessarily those expressed by the staff at blogger, anyone on my blogger links, anyone orginating from madagascar or anyone who used to fly a twin engine airplane over the gulf of mexico etc.etc. so please...lighten up. it's all shits and giggles.

kanye west
hip hop producer...'good'..yeah i'd say good. that's about it. he's no ?uestlove of the roots; he ain't no neptunes or dr. dre. shit, he ain't even hall or oates, if you wanna talk music in general. so yea, if we're talkin production..he's 'good'.
so now, let's talk about kanye west the rapper..the m.c. (that means master of ceremonies in the hip hop culture, children). he's shit. once again, not the shit, but shit. sure everyone's ranting and raving about mr. west and his production and his supreme rapping and writing skills, but really, as a self-proclaimed and 'PEERclaimed' aficionado of hip hop, i dont feel there's really anything spectacular about him. im sorry to all who love the guy or who bought or even burned the cd. through my ears, he's shit. his voice is flat, and his beats are wack. and what's his message, really? in the brilliant words taken from steve martin to john candy in one of my mom's favourite movies of all time - planes, trains and automobiles, "when you're talking and talking...how about this idea [kanye], have a point!". geez.
he talks about everything from Jesus to his jaw being fused shut after an accident THAT WAS HIS FAULT...to gap clothing to what his album is entitled - "college dropout". i mean it's cool that kanye came out into the mainstream and it's cool that he's touring with usher (is that really a good thing if youre a hip hop 'artist', though?), and it's cool that kids can have an alternative source of rap music that they can listen to besides 50 cent, his G-Unit retards, all their negativity along with any of the other baboons getting play on the radio and b.e.t. but really..what's his point?
in disagreement with me?...

let's discuss his album title and associated interlude. "college dropout". he's saying that there's really no point in studying; there's really no point in completing school; a degree means nothing - it's just paper; only rich, white kids will make it in the future. to me, that's fucking absurd! that's a cop-out.
no, not because im on the verge of getting my bachelor's and eventually more 'degreeage'..but because those are the words of a man who probably couldn't get by in college/univeristy in the first place. it's funny cause i come across people from highschool and who are now working their fulltime careers. these folks, try to justify their not going to post-secondary (highschool) institutions by telling me how much cash theyre making, how '[theyre] set for life' and how im wasting me time and effort in school.
well you know what?...these people are probably sharing the same mentality that kanye has.
and you know what else?....
[they should] shut the fuck up!
just because you cant get in..or make it thru...or complete university/college..or just because you got your one lucky shot in life to find a promising vocation, does not mean you have to disregard all of my and everyone's efforts in their study. cause really..regardless of what anyone says, a university degree and/or college diploma is not out of style. sure it's who you know and how you grow that lands a promising career, but looking deeper into the thick of things - for you to make it thru 4 years of study, at a scholarly level is honourable enough. that's discipline right there. and if you can handle that, then youre most likely prepared for anything. sure you have those genius motherfuckers every now and then, who read books without formal education but fuck'em...theyre one in a million. who does that? who really takes it upon themselves to do that? remember this, fellow scholars, only 10% of the world's population makes it to post-secondary studies. keep that in perspective. further..only 1% make it to post-graduate studies.
but enough from this passionate, could-be/might-be future teacher/professor about education and it's value..let's get back to kanye.

4 things an m.c. must have to be ill; to get props; to get the juice include:
1. lyrics 2. a voice 3. flow (i.e. their ability to flow naturally with their lyrics and not force them out) 4. a message (i.e. you gotta make sense thru what youre saying..otherwise, i rhyme, myself and say 'rat...bat..hat...spat' and the crowd would, in fascination go "ohhhhhhh, that kid is illlllll!!')
as for kanye, his lyrics are mediocre at best, his voice...let me tell you, i hate his voice, if we look at the greats such as biggie, busta, L.L., mos, kweli, com..they all have their own unique voices. as for kanye, if his gimmick is a voice with no voice, then he's a winner. otherwise, he's just that - a man with no voice. it's flat. his flow..i'll give him flow..he can keep a rhythm and the beat. his lyrics...suck balls. some things are funny..but after all the humour, at the end of the day..he doesnt make sense. my homie pointed out that he knocks education and institutions of education, yet he values teachers. what the fuck???..that's a contradiction in itself. how the fuck are you gonna learn from a teacher if there are no teachers; considering that most teachers are formally educated themselves in some way or another. really. and that whole 'in-sucurrrr' currr shit. i hate that. dont do that man, dont do that!
as for everyone and why they love him...for the kids, they love him cause he's on the all mighty jay-z label roc-a-fella.
for the semi-true heads and true heads who think theyre true heads they love kanye for his production and work with common, mos and talib. these are the reasons why you like him. it's like dating the ugly friend of the pretty girl in school. you only wanna bang her cause she does the pretty girl's homework (like it's the same as banging the pretty girl herself, cmon now)
these are the reasons why i dont...his album is nothing spectacular. if you want a real hip hop album check out common's ressurection, jeru the damaja's the wrath of the math, anything from blackstar, de la soul, gangstarr, hieroglyphics crew, quannum crew and tribe, to name a few. these are real, quality, credible hip hop albums. i hate to say it..theyre art! shit. theyre art! there i said it. check those out if youre curious on what an album representing real hip hop should sound like. as for kanye, like i briefly stated earlier, im glad he's here as an alternative..but don't make him the be-all end-all kids...check out those above and other albums in the hip hop world; kanye's not even the tip of the ice-berg..he's a snowflake on the tip of the iceberg. enjoy.


[and what's the deal with his jaw or cheek structure?
i know he was in an accident but for fuck's sake..i hate
his cheeks and teeth. crap.]

my school's filipino organization
i've been contemplating joining as of late. but i can't really say there's a reason to join. would i join to get to know a network and viable source of vagina that i can access? no. i know enough people and can do that on my own time thru my own will. will i join to get to fully understand my roots and culture by teaching others and learning from others? no..the only thing i see them doing is hanging out and playing football with the white guy who tried to get me to join two years ago. a white guy...trying to get me, a filipino guy, to join a filipino organization. that's crazy! that's like me trying to get a white guy to slavetrade. what the fuck would i know about that? theyre the source..theyre the pros..id have really no business in telling them about membership into that club. i know other universities and colleges, particularly all over the u.s., have filipino organizations that enforce everything that id desire a filipino organization to do (strengthen and create awareness within the community, discuss important current issues facing our community, our community's presence within our school's community, a little bit of culture and anecdote, some food, some film etc. all of this and partying..not just partying). dont believe me?..ask co-chair of UVA's flip org, toni. but sadly, the same cannot be said about the filipino organization at my school. and so you see, im very weary as to if i should join them or not..cause going into 4th year, i really dont have time for social tea parties anymore. then again..for all the reasons above, and for me being a senior, if anyone can make change...id be the one to have some pull - and that's exactly why i should join. to make change. that right there, would be and is the driving force for me seeking membership. stay tuned to see what happens, folks...


[i really should start my own adobo sampling/recipe sharing
organization to counteract
our school's supposed 'filipino' association.
even that would be more filipino than anything they currently
stand for]

quentin tarantino
sorry, but i can't respect him.
sure kill bill had good fight scenes..sure cursing is cool..sure violence is loved by any male, including me, sure his odd and subtle dialogue referencing to various pop-culture icons and symbolism is the shiznit at times..sure good soundtracks are dope, also. but fuck..if you all knew how this chicken hawk virtually rips off all previous great films before him, then you too, would be furious.
let's take a look at resevoir dogs...he totally rips off camera angles and stills from scorcese's works including good fellas and casino. let's take a look at jackie brown..here, he exploits black people and blaxploitation films of the 70s for his own success. i say, fuck that shit! and let's take his latest work, kill bill. when watching kill bill vol.1 in the theatre, motherfuckers of all races, but the asian race, were chuckling their asses off when legendary sonny chiba was talking with his japanese accent. that shit wasnt even intended to be funny. what the hell?
maybe im being too politcally charged here..but hey, how about his presentation of the movie hero that's currently number one. this movie was never supposed to come to american shores cause nobody wanted to put the funds up to bring it here. then came quentin..motherfucker puts his name on the film like it was his. you all should know he had nothing to do with the film but PRODUCE the cash to put the films in the theatre. know this next time you see some big heavy hitter name as the 'producer' of a movie. it's great that that film is getting exposure but i know the audience gets the wrong message.

to state a few things clearly...

to the untrained eye, jackie brown is about some money laundering and smuggling..and a few people dying.

to the untrained eye, resevoir dogs is a bunch of senseless killing and swearing.

to the untrained eye, kill bill is a martial arts movie modernized to fit the palette of young american audiences..which it probably did successfully.

to the untrained eye, mr. tarantino has everything to do with the masterpiece we now know as the blockbuster smash hit, hero.

to the trained eye mr. tarantino rips off everyone and is shit. yes, i said it.
he is shit...let me rephrase..he's bullshit. he's the shit of a bull. that's some stinky shit.
unless you've watched a handful of blaxploitation movies from the 70s and understand their roots and why they were put out; unless you follow scorcese's masterpieces and can, without hesitation, know his trademarks, know his refined skill and attention to detail; unless you've watched sonny chiba flicks, bruce lee movies, spaghetti westerns, read up on the japanese yakuza and samurai...then surely, youll agree that he totally exploits all of these things for his own benefit. and what's the end result?...it's cool?
he's not a great director.
he's not even a good director. from most interviews that i've seen, he acts like he's high as a kite.
if that's the case, then that's not art..that's you getting high and feeding me crap disguised as art, later explaining me youre position and what you were trying to invoke through your art.

when we start giving props to tarantino, whether it be for his 'unique', 'cutting edge' direction and his attached name and full 'control & power' over great films such as hero, we are forgetting the real people who made him quentin tarantino.
we're forgetting all the great actors, genres and directors who he bit off of.
we're forgetting the scripts he jacked off.
we're forgetting the stage crews and stunt doubles who were a part of the original films he stole his ideas from. when we admire mr. quentin for his work, we are in fact, applauding his ability to feed an otherwise blind audience something or somethings that have been done in the past, but seem cool now.
yes, that's what he does best folks..hope i could point that out.

he's feeding you what seems to be nourishing food and calling it his own - all the while while you had these same nourishing minerals and vitamins harvesting in your backyard.

go to the source folks...check out the original films that quentin loved to rip off of. then and only then, give him props if you still believe he's deserving of it.


"i ain't no chickenhawk!"

it's just regurgitated bullshit with his name on it.

(this was way too much writing on my part and reading on yours)
to be continued...

so i heard it's number one at the box office.

hero

[one of my 5 for $25 bootleg dvds last year.
holla.]

that's not so hard to believe.
considering that it's been out in asia for a few years now...and considering i bought the bootleg of it on dvd last year..yes, i do believe it's rightfully number one.
so yea, there's my plug of the update.
and yes, if you liked crouching tiger..i personally believe this is much better. and shit, i loved crouching, so you should listen to me..since my opinion is the only opinion in the whole universe that really counts.
right?

go watch hero now...
eventhough some white weirdo dude, that has nothing to do with the film, named quentin is cashing in...yes, no doubt, go see it now.

and if not, then come here and watch it at my house...free of charge. all i ask of is a non-perishable donation (preferably a canned good and preferably spam or pork and beans)and a back rub...in bra and panties...yes, YOU in bra and panties not me...and yes, YOU meaning a female..yanno, vagina, and breasts..the whole nine yards.

see that beautiful movie. believe me. it has everything..from the great plot and cast to the direction..and my favourite hong kong superstar, mr. tony leung..yea-yea! big ups to my nigga tony.


[tony leung: one of my favourite things about china besides egg tarts, chinese girls, gun powder and ma pao tofu..but who's counting?
and yes, he's still cool even with the molester moustache and floating notes]


that's all..ill shuddup now.
damn my entries are hurting as of late.
mind you, the internet isn't as fun as it used to be for me ever since i got hacked a few weeks back.
bear with me as i deal with things.


[i like her here, too]


[ditto for her..deadly. very deadly]

on a final note...i sure hope they didnt voice-over the movie. there's nothing i hate more than dubbed over voices. you need to watch it in mandarin with english subtitles for authenticity..it's the only way. this rule of thumb applies to all foreign films.

it's like water and sugar with gas...that shit ain't the same as coke!

[heromovie.org]

for some reason, i keep singing the police song, 'dont stand so close to me'.
dunno why, but i find that pretty messed up.

dont stand...
dont stand so...
dont stand so close to meeeeeee!


[damn, these guys look filthy]

[read here]

i mustve watched that replay, and the live thing included, a grand total of 9 times today.

yeah it's true she held our [canadian] hopes and dreams in her every stride length; and yeah it's true we all counted on her to show the world what we really stand for...but it doesnt always turn out the way we'd like it to.

which really sucks ass.

whatever the case, she's still a world champion hurdler through my eyes. and as for team canada, you get mad props just for being you and representing us nicely.

not that anyone from team canada will ever read this, here, blogger.


[no no perdita...dont use my technique!
you go OVER the hurdle..not under the damn thing.]

this message has been an opinionated blog from milkfart (jay).

stay tuned for my connection to the olympics, my thoughts on the canadian olympic team and amateur sport in canada and what i eat during my viewing of the olympics.

if i may.

so what's been up since we last conversed?...
well, i shopped for 3 birthdays and frankly, i hate shopping for people's gifts. nonetheless, to those who celebrated their bdays over these past few days, i hope you enjoyed your gifts. other than that, i know when my bday rolls around, i often say some bullshit like, "naw dont get me anything..i really dont want anything." this statement might be true...but if you'd like to believe otherwise, i've taken the iniative to create my very own wishlist. this is to be used in emergency situations such as shopping for a dignified, highly intellectual and handsome man like myself.

ok ok..stop laughing at that previous statement, you douchebags.
here's the
wishlist.

im working on getting to at least 100 wishes, so sit tight, there will be more options for you giftgivers. im sucha arrogant jerk...or am i?

_____________

testing..testing...test 1...test 2...testing...

so i was on the RBJ forums..and basically, i got 9/10 on this quiz.
considering that im not american..that's pretty darn great, i think.

go check it out yourself.
post your score in my comments if you're not too scared!!
and hey...we're using the honour system.

p.s. how the hell was i supposed to know anything about Franklin Delano Roosevelt and american history? geez...im a canadian kinesiologist! WHO CARES?!!

___________

york dorks united


so im looking at the date on my windows xp clock in the bottom right-hand corner, and i notice that there's about 2 weeks and bit more left of summer. so here comes the time when i have to psychologically prepare myself to get back into the grind.
my mom says that there's really no need for such preparation on my part. she believes that i've been ready to go back since the last day of school back in april.
i believe that she believes in me too much.
then again, maybe mother really is always right.
so back to york, i gotta get my student bus i.d. this is an i.d. that identifies me as a student so i can get a discount off my monthly bus pass. however, before iget this i.d. i need my york 'sessional' card that proves im even a student in the first place. it's all messed up cause i haven't gotten any of that crap in the mail yet. so in other words..until i get those, i really cant get anything.

did that make absolutely no sense to you??.....good. it shouldn't have.

to my fellow yorkers...according to the website posting of important dates, we start skool on the 8th! which is wack..but ok at the same time. but then again, why should i complain when we do or don't start?...i have a 4 day weekend all year! how dope is that? but we should remember, "idle time is the devil's plaything." at least that's what basketball diaries poet/author jim carrol's catholic mother always said. who am i to argue?

if you dont go to york..please, by all means, check out our important dates.
you'll notice that september 16 & 17 spell Rosh Hashanah

yea baby!! thank Yahweh i go to a jewish skool!

"throw your yarmulkas all up in the air, and wave them all around like you just dont care!"

speaking of my beloved york U...
did you know that?......

silver's always dope. not gold but truly, not bad. but then again, they often say in the bodybuilding world that second place is first place loser..in this case..she's a winner! gooooo york!
i mean gooo canada!
______________

im off to the airport to pick up my homeboy.
ill be back and post more..some other time. or maybe ill go on another hiatus. who knows?

psych!
brb.

______________

p.s.
lapulapulovesU has been updated.
shit, that's wonderful.

it's 9:20 on a friday nite.
there's an ear-piercing screech from outside that resonates in my skull.
it's starting to scare the shit out of me. the resemblance of the pitch to a Quetzalcoatlus cry is uncanny.


no no no..i said Quetzalcoatlus not Dimorphodon!!




that's better.

ok folks, i was gonna do one more update concerning camping...but i didnt wanna overkill the whole experience. therefore, ill just say it was DOPE.
Posted by Hello

thanks to all who made it happen...we definitely need to do this again - soon

__________

so it's 4am and i got a good 15mins of sleep since i got off msn a few hrs ago. why i cant sleep, i'll never know; could've been the coffee late at nite (i really should cut that out) or it could've been those camping ghost discussions. who knows?

instead of reading or reaching for some warm milk, i decided to stick my nose in some forum.

here are my findings...

first,
i am cordially inviting r.j.and colin to join me this weekend - either today (friday) or sunday for this badboy..might i add, for my own benefit, absolutely FREE! that's f-r-e-e! yes..just you two. you two are the only ones who i can enjoy this show with and you two are the only ones who will understand this like i will. so please..i have cordially invited you two, and you two only. sorry if anyone's left out..actually, no im not.









finally....
vin diesel is hip hop

find out why here
(you're are gonna love this one. i couldn't stop watching this..and i still cant. im hooked).
show your mother, father, brother and sister!! shoot..go show your dog and goldfish too! can't forget yer parakeet too (is that how you spell that? im so used to phonetics..im hooked!)
imma do more surfing..maybe even read then try and go to sleep.

r.s.v.p. mofos!!

[farm land]

friday

delayed departure and quick double rear-tire change on jp's civic
we still made good time and it made the trip and arrival all the more enjoyable and worthwhile. shoot...just when you think everything's gravy, shit hits the fan. but it's ok though...changing those rubbers on the civic was enjoyed.

momma bird has reached her nest
far from home (a 3hr tour..a 3hr tour), we arrived at point farms, roughly around 10pm. everyone was enjoying their dinner when we made our late entrance..but really, not that late.
here, was the genesis of what was to be one of the greatest weekends in all of my 22 year history. shoot, i swear i saw a ghost while eating...i shit you not! and even gina saw too! then again..maybe i was just tripping.

a toast to friends
partying till the early hours of the morning is always good. this requires no explanation - use your imagination, kids. oh yeah..and i should mention, mr. party animal almost died.....isn't that great? and btw francis, if youre reading this..if anyone in the future is holding you up to piss..NO, im sure theyre not gonna look at your dick...im absolutely positive they won't. there's no need to explicitly state that.



[the beach]


saturday

morning shower
considering the nite before had us all crash before freshening up, this morning shower was much enjoyed by all who partook. btw, if youre thinking we took a group shower, youre terribly mistaken - these are private stalls, thank you very much. we like to have shame whenever necessary.

went into town to buy some essentials and grocery
yeah yeah yeah...this doesnt sound like real camping..and youre probably right in thinking so - it wasnt. what'd u expect?..for me to kill a chipmunk and roast that shit? but back to the shopping...as i stated before, we were the only visible minorities for 200 miles in all directions. as you can imagine, we got the average welcome that any group of dark-ass filipinos would get in any boonieville walmart or zehr's grocer - it's like they saw ghosts or were watching a real-life movie. for a minute there, i felt like doing some kung-fu or something all in attempt to woo the crowd (then again, i dont know any kung fu..nor did i have my mandarin collar shirt handy).

choreographing a dance performance
to the song 'Poison' by bel biv devoe. i dont mean to brag boys, but we are THE shit. we are also a bunch of old skoolers with vivid imaginations who never get bored.

a stellar brunch
consisting of flapjacks and of course...the ever-popular spam! crispy on the outside; juicy on the inside. ahhh yeah. heaven. oh yea..and who else could forget..san miguel beers to wash them down too! so early!!! only at camping baby, only at camping.

tossed around the frisbee
wait a sec?...what frisbee?...we used the tin lid of my citronella candel. now that's 3M innovations, yall!
rj, anytime youre up for some 'strike the disc out of mid-air with your limbs' competition, im your man.

beach
i cant even put this place into words. cleaner-than-you'd-think-coming-from-ontario-water...perfect temperature and the big bright golden sun along with my ghettoblaster pumping out the tunes...who could ask for more? btw, why were we asked to be 'impartial judges' for a sand castle competition?? is it the brown-skin thing again? hmm???

dinner
by MOMMA GRACIE! of course..chicken, mashed up taters, gravy, dinner rolls and corn! theres my fiber baby! brilliant meal by camping standards. [cue my italian voice]"why you'a no eat?..eh?...you no-a like-a momma gracie's cooking?? whassamada for you?!!"

sundown
back to the beach for sun-gazing, pictures..goofy ones, i gotta add (if i can get a copy of those, ill post those a.s.a.p.), jokes all around and just plain 'ol relaxing with good company. WOOOOOOOOOOSH - thats the sound of the waves crashing remade by me - not, i repeat, not the sweet sounds of a toilet.

partying again
being that it was hometime the next morning, all rations of food, alcohol and whatever the hell had to be disposed of was..well...disposed of (meaning used. waste not, want not). too bad we all crashed early tho. then again, no, it wasnt too bad, that was probably the best sleep ive had in a while. 8 hours! in a tent! on the ground!! wow.


[camera?..durrr whats that?]



[proud tenter: behind us - the mckinnely solstice III baby!! grand total of 10mins to set that mutha up]



[candids are the shiznit, im telling you]



"ok there, stud"


sunday

pack up
exactly what the heading says. duh.
oh yeah..along with some last goodbyes and pictures...and morning dumps and brushing.

KING'S BUFFET
we looked..and looked..for chinese buffets. we were halfway home before we realized that king's buffet was a real, tangible place and not just a myth or illusion that we believed we saw during our trip to the camping weekend. the only asians at the buffet, we were very welcomed by the chinese-owners and servers. props to them...they even got me a personal bowl of steamed rice fresh from the kitchen, being that everybody in that town eats fried rice (retirees..go figure). absolutely the perfect ending to a perfect weekend. and for fuck's sake...at $8.99 for that many items...in that clean-of-an-establishment. superb.

home

home sweet home. then again...mixed feelings..i didnt have enough of that weekend. so yeah..booooooo. [exeunt & crashed].


[we passed by dragon king chinese buffet. but it was closed. we later arrived at something more pleasing....KING'S BUFFET!!]
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***the stars dont shine back home like they do here

ten by outback jay

1. arrowroot cookies should always be packed along with fresh fruit or fiber. believe me. when your out in the bush or out eating bush (if that's your thang) then you'd be advised to eat a lot of fiber and anything that binds. this is true to fact especially if youre gonna be eating a lot of refined carb and grilled meat all day and nite in addition to alcohol - which'll probably dehydrate you and cause constipation. believe me folks, after prom weekend back in 2000, im never not gonna poo again for 3 days.

2. this is related to #1 and pooing. if youre gonna take a dump/lay-some cable/cut logs/make a business transaction with the toilet corporation - then go all out; make that extra 5min walk to the "good" washroom vs the shitty outhouse right by your site. you know which one im talking about..the one that looks like a closet with a toilet in it; no lights..and that mysterious toilet with the bottomless pit - yeah that one. why would you wanna lay your bare ass on that thing? for one, it smells like death in there and for another thing, what if something comes out of that hole and bites you in the ass?!! and beyond that..if youre a guy...and your scrotum is hanging from that toilet seat hole...doesnt that resemble ripe sweet fruit or bait to whatever creatures live down there??? not safe.

3. always pack a personal bottle of mouthwash. and no, none of this new and improved relaxing, 'no burn' bullshit...when you go camping, you're gonna wanna pack the extra strength, industrial, peppermint, burn-an-ulcer-through-your-stomach-if-swallowed-stuff. extremely important if you've been drinking the nite before and tossed your cookies right in front of your tent; extremely important if you have no access to a nearby washroom and gotta get that nasty overnite vomity-chunky taste out of your teeth, tongue and mouth the next glorious day. and really, nobody wants to be known as a mike branco from highschool who's breath smells like he's been eating shit for breakfast. even a man with bad breath can scare something as glorious and phenomonal as the blazing morning sun - cowering back to its cloudy resting place in terror.

4. know your limits. if you plan to drink, know where you stand and know that standing is essential in life. nobody wants a raukus, boisterous, near-death drunk on hand. that really ruins everyone's buzz and really, i think you scare both the natives and the animals away. not cool. although, it is cool i guess...you got your own story now.

5. tent companies got it wrong on their set up directions. i whole-heartedly believe this. they say set up your tent roughly 6 feet from surrounding objects. i say these are bogus directions; your tent should be at least 20 feet away from the nearest surrounding object especially if the nearest surrounding object is someone else's tent. why? well...say youre getting all hot and heavy with ol' girl in your tent and one thing leads to another and you'd like to verbalize your pleasure in the form of an operatic performance - pavarotti style?..what then? not everyone wants to purchase a ticket to that shit and no, not everyone wants to hear your flesh slapping another's flesh - youre not in a meatpacking factory! and on the other hand...like if it's early morning, you've just used your extra strength, burning, peppermint flavour mouthwash and youre on your way to begin your day with the beautiful sun shinning down on your ugly mug...the last thing you wanna hear are little squeeky morning farts from a nearby tent. sometimes, objects sound closer than they appear...in this case, if you set up your tent a measily 6ft. from the nearest tent, youre gonna hear those heart-stopping frightening squeeky farts. and personally, i think that's your own fault for not following my instruction.

6. ghosts will be ghosts. if theyre in your area then shoot, offer them a drink!..or even that left-over drumstick from dinner. not all ghosts are there to wage terror on your life. to believe in that idea is the same as believing that all arabs are connected to al queda and all italians are part of the mob. cmon now..where would that leave mohammed who works at the gas station by my house or sam the janitor from elementary school?? if these people were really out to get you..they would. the same goes for ghosts. not all are bad ghosts.

7. camping showers are the real terrorists. fuck ghosts. imagine going into a shower after a long day at the beach. all you wanna do is cool down with a nice refreshing shower. the only problem?....the shower head is a fucking jet firehose!!! i am not a shed on fire. the water comes out of that nozzle so fast and so hard - i swear, if i'd stay there a few minutes longer with it directly on my pelvic region, i woulda had my circumcision re-lived. that's a double circumcision!!! and a side note..to you people waiting impatiently outside while i finish taking my shower..screw you! be patient. i personally use a shower to clean myself..meaning my whole body and every possible orifice that bacterial/pee infested water may have entered. be nice.

8.racoons are brave. dont challenge them. instead, hide your food..cause when they get a bite out of your ass, that'll spell rabies for you. not cool.

9. if youre the only visible minority for 200 miles in all directions, then be cautioned. keep your volume low and dont fuck with the locals. didnt y'all watch mississippi burning? i personally feel sorry for these folk.

10. for the best bang for your buck..jamaican rum is the shiznit. when in concert with mexican tequila, some filipino beers, french cognac, lychee soho and dr. mcGuillycuddie's magical elixir (peach schnapps) things will get volatile yet, enjoyable.

(going there)
front mugshot view

(going there)
my view


and that's all folks....i promise, a formal update as soon as i get the time. stay tuned....
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blogging shall commence when i recover.
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i remember mentioning a post a few days ago where i mentioned b.e.p.'s apl song. do you remember??
anyhow, here's the finished product of that whole ordeal (insert realplayer.com plug here - thanks realplayer.com, youre the bestest!)

you're gonna need realplayer btw. so go get yours ready now. without further ado...

the apl song: [hi bandwith]
go here to find [low bandwith]

i post this because i dont think this video will ever get tv-play. being that it's about filipinos, i dont think anyone or mostly anyone in north america or the mtv generation will give a shit. so i thought id present y'all that little treat. hope you enjoyed it.






others that i've previously enjoyed (click on the filmstrips):

[the quannum world tour]
-only the greatest concert that i've ever been to of all time!! my new standard for all other live shows to be compared to
[dj qbert]
-he's crazy. plain and simple.
[old wave twisters trailers]

see, im old enough. 


[ultimate soldiers] 


. 


he talks in code 


navajoJoe 


translation 


over and out 

ain't a damn thing funny.

man, i didn't even know iron mike tyson had a fight on friday nite. just goes to show that nobody gives a crap anymore - shoot, they didn't even adverstise the fight!
i lost my interest in mikey about a decade ago, but that doesnt excuse the fact that it's sad to see what he's become and ultimately the end of this old horse's career.
see kids, you can have all the cash in the world...the money, the cars, the women, the best gear, the biggest parties - but what does it all mean if you've lost your heart?

remember my philosophy kids:
if you love what you're doing, you'll never work a day in your life.

unfortunately, we can't all get paid for picking our butts and noses let alone scratching ourselves.

unfortunately, mikey lost his passion. oh yea...then again, all the screws in his head aren't that tight either - that could have a part in the whole scheme of things (flippin' weirdo).




[a very troubled man: inside and outside]

btw, remember we had that discussion on 'how much cash would you accept to fight mike tyson'?...and i said 1 million dollars (yes, im very aware of how much torque his punches have)?

how much would you fight him for?



that was an empathetic moment brought to you by jay.


[clubber lang..ahem i mean mr. T]
"mike tyson?...i pity da foo!"

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say whaaaaaa?????

it just occurred to me....

it's already august?!!

sweet, fancy moses...
that means one month left until skool!

yea yea yea..to all you summerskoolers, i shouldnt complain cause yes, i took summerskool last year too and know the feeling of having a short(ened) summer. but hey..tough bananas for you!!! i had a long summer...a 4 month long summer! and now im down to my last month! and frankly, i want more summer!

tough bananas, mon!!


to do's:

camping
summer's climax (ugnh, you're so wet, baby!..not that kinda climax?? ma bad)

canada's wonderland

every last bit of partying to be gotten out of my system

milk my gym pass for everything it's worth

road trip(s)
i hate it when people say "we're never gonna go anywhere" or "that won't happen". that's a shitty attitude.

waterloo house party
possibly??? but like the man mentioned above, i'll say in response to him, "that's never gonna happen." stupid douchebag.

back to skool shopping
that's justification for my senseless spending

learn how to drive standard transmission

make over my room
then again, seeing how funding is low and there's literally no time left, i'll just move my wastebasket from one corner of my room to the other and...how about?? uhhh...i move that tshirt off the ground to my drawer and replace it with my shorts...ahh yes...how's that for re-doing your room TLC?!!

bbq

student paper work
my yearly trip up to skool before skool starts to get my discount card, my GO pass ($90 bucks a month, mind you!!!) and all the other bullshit that requires me to line up for hours while i hold my numbered ticket.

and after that's all done...yes children, 4th year as a kinesiology major and morning zombie commences.
to my peers...

last year, baby!!
maybe not for me..but for y'all!! and you know what that means (looking to summer '05)...graduation par-taaaay??

but of course i should remind you...to buckle down this year.

siyanora.