today was the last day of classes for most 4th year kin majors at my skool.
considering that a lot of the people who i started this journey off with four years ago are now leaving, im left here with bittersweet memories.

thanks for the years, yall.
congrats & gluck.

i think im getting a little too sensitive here.
im off to relax; that week was a grind.

more on all of this next time...

wow, this week has been hell.
oh well, i kept telling myself, "get to thursday afternoon jay, get to thursday afternoon".
now that i've just finished my final paper of the year, im virtually at thursday afternoon - my last day of classes for the year.

my bed looks very promising rite now.

"arrozzzzzzzz-CALDO~!!!"

fuck, am i tired.
i know this is the last week of classes coming up, but man oh man, am i tired.

looking forward to the summer, it seems that i have been entrusted with planning several of the activities this year. i hate planning for all of you fuckers, but shit, if i wanna do something this break, i know it's only gonna happen if im the big wolf who takes up strategy duties.

if i do - 100% accept this task, all of you..yes all of you better be thankful because you are the hardest group to cater to.

other than that, have a good rest of the weekend.

yessss..easter sunday is tomorrow, that means no work for me; although that also means less cash for my next pay cheque.
balls.

fuck im tired.

From all the Easter weekends that i've experienced, the weather has never ceased to be perfect. anyhow, with that john denveresque (john denver b.k.a. rj's dad in caucasian form) reflection said and with the sun blazing through my window as i type this, let's look at the itinerary for today:

an easter morning workout

Quincy M.E. at 11am (one of the best shows of all time; eat your heart out C.S.I.)

some homework

good friday mass

more homework

possibly round out the day with the passion of the Christ


ending on a pleasant note: i saw this bumper sticker yesterday as the bus hauled my carcass to skool; it said:
my boss is a jewish carpenter

happy Easter & God bless y'all.

in the above title, an early 90s gangsta rap song out of south central los angeles, ice cube exclaims that his day, specifically that day that he rapped about, stood out from all other days he's ever had. he starts out saying:

"Just wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God
I dunno but today seems kinda odd"

it's weird and ironic 'cause you'd think that even for a gangster rapper like ice cube (during the 90s) - good days in gang & violence & drug & poverty-infested south central l.a. cali are next to none; almost impossible. what you're supposed to get from cube's anecdote is the fact that little things make a day a good day. beyond that, winning the lotto or buying yourself a new tuxedo isn't necessarly grounds for a good day - it's not just limited to those.


for me, today was just extraordinary.

yes, my lesson for rec & elementary games went just great!
the class really had fun and i even got props from my teacher who overlooked me the whole time. but enough about that...

for the last couple of weeks, it's been odd because here and there and everywhere around campus, i've been bumping into old friends. these aren't just any old friends, mind you; these are people who i haven't seen since i started university (4years) or even since 2 years ago (that's still awhile back). today was something different, no, not because i saw pavel (paul) from my high school bio class - the guy who used to be my lab partner in addition to the guy who i'd sit with and throw bean pods at unsuspecting fellow students. no, it's not special because of that dufus.

today, while going to the big library at skool (as opposed to the science libraries , business libraries, law libraries and the women's studies libraries - all of which i'd rather spend my time in that this big poor excuse of a quiet library), i ran into a certain female who's cup of tea i fancied very very much at one point; almost smitten by her, if you will. anyhow, as the years went by, we lost in touch for whatever reason.
however, today, yes, today - two weeks until a large handful of my peers finish their 4 year bids at york university in their respectable fields, i happened to run into her. in fact, she saw me..waited for me at the top of the stairs and flagged me down. although it's been awhile, i must say....she's still has it going on! wow.

so we talked for awhile...a long while. actually - having no care for the homework that each of us should've tended to. we started catching up, talking about skool, how things were, what's in store for the future etc. etc.

at this point, i should back-track actually, when we first said hi (me with my idiot smile from ear to ear of course) it was one of those weird urges. any of you ever get that feeling when you just wanna grab someone and hug them but refrain from doing so - never knowing really why you hold yourself back? well it was one of those today.

moving forward, we re-exchanged our new contacts...hugged eachother...made some plans...and went back to the books.

'cause that is what we were both there to do, right?

what's with the ga-ga over geeky girls, anyhow?
[*dribbling* btw, she even wears these funky sneakers now.
sorta complementary to my adidas citrusy formel 1's, cept she rock's tangerine and blue pumas.]

i get to teach tomrrow.

Elementary and Recreational Games – Lesson Plan
Instructor: Deb
Jason D. & Andrew K.
Date: March 22, 2005
Grade/Age Level: Grade 7/8

--> Circle Games
Electricity
The group sits in a circle holding hands while someone sits in the center. The game commences with one person proclaiming that they are going to send a charge to the person beside them and proceeds to squeeze the hand of their neighbour. The person in the middle tries to figure out where the current is. If successful, he exchanges places with the immediate sender of the charge.

Sausage
Everyone sits in a circle. The person who is it stands in the center of the circle. Each person asks the person who is "it" an appropriate question. The only answer to every question can be sausage. The first person to make the center person laugh wins a try in the middle (Ex: What color is your hair? “Sausage”. What do you brush your teeth with? “Sausage”).

--> Warm up
Equipment: skipping ropes
Warm up is lead by instructor/chosen person. Everyone will jump rope for 20-30 jumps (jumps vary throughout warm up) and then switch to instructed exercise or stretch for desired amount of repetitions/seconds. Everyone then goes back to skipping for 30 and thereafter, stretching and exercising again until group is warmed up and ready.

--> Lead-up Game
[***Modified version equipment: flags/pinnies]
British Bulldog
At one end of a playing space (yard, field) the players line up, facing the one player who is "it." "It" plays from the center of the field, and calls out "British Bulldog." The line of players then attempts to run from one end of the field to the other, while "it" tries to tackle other players. Tackled players then join "it's" team. The game proceeds back and forth across the field, each time more players are tackled. The winner is the last one standing, who then becomes "it" for the next game. Caution: this can be a very rough game, and is to be played on grassy or other soft surfaces.
[***modified version to be played in class]
At one end of a playing space (yard, field) the players line up, facing the one player who is "it." "It" plays from the center of the field, and calls out "British Bulldog." The line of players then attempts to run from one end of the field to the other, while "it" (or group of “it”) tries to pull the flag/pinny from other players; caught players then join "it's" team. The game proceeds back and forth across the field, each time more players have their flags/pinnies captured. The winner is the last one standing, who then becomes "it" for the next game.

--> Sport
Bench Soccer
Equipment: 2 standard wooden gym benches, 1 soccer ball, pinnies/flags
The same rules as normal soccer apply except players are required to score on a gym bench – making it more difficult and controlled (no hard/high shots). Opposing teams are required to score on each other’s goal (the bench). Passing is key; in order to move the ball up and down the field as is effective ball-handling. The ball is allowed to contact any body part except the upper extremities.



[students from jay's class went ape-shit]

me and pops are gonna watch this tonite after work.

[read here for details]



**manny by tko in the 11th.

im starting to almost like staying home on the weekends. as i mentioned to abs earlier, i hope this is just a passing phase and not part of actually maturing or something like that; staying home and saving money is never a good thing, right?

other than that, after i post this, i think i'll just finish up some homework before laying down on my bed while listening to some jazz instrumentations - all the while playing with my left nipple.

fun.

ask me where i thought i'd be right now:

5 years ago
and i'd say finishing up my bachelor's and awaiting entry into the nearest schools of chiropractic medicine, sports medicine or physiotherapy.

10 years ago
and my parents and even myself would say awaiting entry into the nearest school of medicine or orthodontic dentistry.

18 years ago
and i'd say working on becoming the first filipino/asian prime minister
(i shudder at the thought of this one)

right now
and the future is still uncertain.
teaching whether it be at the highschool and eventually university level is in my heart.
a master's or even phD in kinesiology isn't so far-fetched.
exercise therapist, too, seems to be more and more promising.
then again, an ergonomist working for a major athletic shoe company (ahem, preferably one that exploits the underdevloped world and my peoples in sweatshops, in addition to one that is mediocre in performance at best) also isn't so bad either.
in the grand scheme of things i wouldn't mind fulfilling a partial-life-long dream of opening up a unique and cutting edge fitness centre/gym in partnership with some peers.
some high-end personal training is a nice side-gig too (gatdammit, you best believe that i know im qualified enough to charge $90bucks/session~!)

it's funny 'cause throughout my experience in university and in this particular faculty, i've been exposed to so many different facets of human movement. as corny as this self-introspect may seem, i'm kinda excited and enlightened at the fact that all of the above are at my disposal. then again, this could all just be the voice of a confused man talking.
then again, it's not. aww hell naw, i know it's not.
i call it ambition.



stay tuned for which door i'll choose...


[a possible glance into my future?
my wife, son and i...except we're all
much better looking, not caucasian
and have way more sex with eachother
(minus my son, you sickos);
for physical activity benefits of course, geez]

ishe VS babyface

i've been following the contender since it's first episode last weekend. however, i missed the special edition on thursday nite..which takes us to tonite's episode which is 3 shows deep by now.

today, east coast vs west coast competed for choice by playing a modified version of dodgeball - probably one of the wackest contests yet. but then again, i only saw the first show where they had to run up the hollywood hill carrying logs as a team. i also heard thursday's show had them doing a relay race up and down the stairways of the home depot centre.

the final result of the dodgeball contest was west coast coming out on top.
the show centered around the rivalry between ishe and "babyface" ahmed. for weeks the two contenders have been trash talking eachother claiming they can kick eachother's ass. tonite's outcome proved ishe to be the better man. i personally hate prettyboys like ahmed who talk a whole lot of shit. sure he hit harder and maybe he even won on points..but ishe proved to be better because of what magic word of the day that i keep on talking about, kids?...

**ding ding ding**

that's right..."heart". ishe had a lot of heart.
here's where i sound really corny: ishe was able to dig deep down inside and come through with some devastating combos eventhough ahmed seemed like he would win and eventhough ahmed "babyface" almost knocked ishe out.
good job, ishe.
as for choosing sides, since episode 1, i was on the east coast side - 'cause im from the east coast. however, the west is showing and proving. so i now choose the west as the coast with the most.

[side notes]
**nbc for a minute appeared to make this a battle between christianity and islam (as most u.s. stations do. morons.)

**"babyface" is a punk for disrespecting sugar ray leonard during their sparring session. don't try and show off with a great..and have some respect. it's called sparring, not bar-room brawling.

**it's totally understandable that nbc and mark burnett, sly and sugar ray and any editor or director involved with the production have to cut down the rounds to 1minute of t.v. time (or even less)..but damn, i wanna see the whole round, dammit!
(that was just a personal rant)

**the contender is the poor man's ultimate fighter (currently being aired on spiketv every week). unfortunately, i only have basic cable. but that's not to take anything away from the contender..i love boxing too. i grew up in a household of boxing...then again, i also grew up in a household of canned meat and sardines on rice, so what's that got to show? beats me.


["sugar" ray leonard: ever wonder where
boxers get their nicknames?
what's implied here?..is he sweet on his feet
or sweet with his fists?
maybe he's just a sweet guy, who knows?]


**the contender is way too emotional. the music; the camera angles; taking the cameras into the homes of the fighers etc. they do a good job of 'building up' in that show. some purists of boxing may love it and some may hate it - but you gotta agree, it's giving the sport some exposure. i mean true exposure.

**in my ethics of kinesiology class, we once came across the issue of sport vs game. and included as a sub-branch was the area of "sportsmanship" (or sportspersonship to be politcally correct). it was questioned in the definitive sense of 'modern' sport whether boxing is a sport. i answer - hell yea, boxing is a sport. others think that because boxing (and mixed martial arts contests) is not a true sport because both opponents deliberately try and injure the other. i saw screw all of that. boxing is one of the original sports next to track and field. boxing and wrestling and track contests were implemented by the greek and roman armies as a form of physical fitness during off-war times. how can you even question the significance of boxing in sport? it is a true sport. sure some people get injured but at least in boxing, you're not trying to front the use of violence by having it as an instrument of victory - as in cases of football and basketball alot of the time. read up on your sport history. besides, boxing is a true sport in my book because when you get in the ring, there's nowhere to run, no team mates to help you and no intricate rules or boundaries.
you agree, i know colin..anyone else like boxing or mma (mixed martial arts).
as you can see, im an aficinado. i've also shifted from a love for team sport to individual sport (but don't think im anti-social or anything).

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things to see/hear
(1)spike lee speaks
-tomorrow (march 14..guess that won't be happening. but i never rule anything out)
-roy thompson hall
-$27 (if you're a york u student. holla)
-speaks on racism
-one of my favourite and most influential directors


(2)gift of gab
yes rj, i said gift of gab!
-april 11
-horseshoe tavern
-$15
-one 1/2 of the greatest hip hop duo ever - blackalicious
-an element of the california bay area underground hip hop crew - quannum (say that 3x fast)
-an element of the greatest concert that i've experienced ever [details]


(3)"dynamite" by jamiroquai
-new album to be released on may 24 (in the u.s. canada usually follows suit)
-my favourite band
-their latest release in 4 years!
-a new album usually means some concerts and tours (toronto, perhaps?)
-a sound going back to their original, jazz & funk roots
-yes, maroon 5 lead singer totally bit jay kay's style. trust.


marinate on that for a minute.

i am 23 years old.
yet another chapter penned by the big Guy upstairs, himself.