sometimes, posts that i put on my blogger dashboards as 'saved drafts' just dont have the same effect they had when i first wrote them (live). by now, this is old news. however, in an attempt to move my mr miyagi post downward, in addition to appeasing the blogger audience (y'all) i'll post some posts that were never posted.

april 18th
after the canadian curling championships that were aired late nights between mid march to early april, i kind of gave up looking for zed every late weeknight.

[ziya tong is a kitten who scratches]
i like it!

to my knowledge (obtained recently), the show is on summer hiatus. which sucks. but then again, since zed wont be on during summer late nights, i guess im just gonna have to hang out every night after working all day.

here's where i take the time to say:
if you haven't watched zed before, check out the season's last episode now (it's a mere 30mins of your life)!
it's a really nice look at new media - including: bit torrent, blogger, friendster, personalization without the person and social security. i highly recommend it for your health and well-being. and shit, i even provided an online streaming link to an episode for those of you who dont have access to nor watch the cbc.
enjoy, children.

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april 16th
every time i wake up, whether it be during skool season or summer season, i have certain things i do in bed while im slowly regaining consciousness (leave your masturbation jokes at the door).
these things as of late include:

planning what imma do in the day ahead, making the first movements to get out of bed to take my morning poo and pee (once my morning wood goes down), blowing my nose (it's like i work in a smoke-filled bar or i live in a hoover vacuum bag with all the snot i bring up), clear my throat (by singing like pavarotti..la-la-LAH!), hit the ON switch to my computer so i can log on quick and easy (my computer takes quite the sweet ass time to load itself up), make my bed and place the clothes that were on the floor, back on my bed for their day shift (this is what differentiates the daylight hours from moonlight hours - where the clothes in my room lie) and finally, thinking that my scrotom is at times swelling or shrinking for some reason.

now put up your hands if youre with me on these ones...anyone?....



[spot the penis]

[spot the penis here too]


must-see serendipital resource of the update (MSSRU): scrotum self-repair

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greatest misses
whenever i overlook something or forget to do something, or forget to attend some kind of thing that im supposed to attend, i get pissed.

when i feel this way, for some reason, i wanna stand on my computer chair and imagine myself at the bottom of the grand canyon with no ladders to get up to higher ground and no search teams out there looking for me. when i feel this way, an alternative to the grand canyon theme is me being stuck in one of those bear traps or sasquatch (bigfoot to you american viewers) traps. im talkin one of those ground traps where it's a 10 ft trench masked by branches and leaves..and once the prey or target falls into this inescapable hole, theyre pretty much ready to be stamped and sent into the black market. those kind of traps. yes, those kinda traps are the kind of traps that i imagine myself stuck in and screaming at the top of my lungs. those traps are the traps im in when i realize i missed something.

did you know that i missed 2 concerts?

(1) the gift of gab - april 12 @ the horseshoe tavern
(2) the handsome boy modeling school - april 13 @ the phoenix

shoot.

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march 21
but why does he gotta show his butt all the time?
im very heterosexual..but im dead serious. what's he squatting?


this statement deems true especially in the case where he plays frank dux in bloodsport. i remember seeing this movie back in 1988 at the eaton centre cinemas with my mom and brother, mark. i remember it so vividly. back then it was, and still is one of my favourite movies of all time, regardless of how cheesy the dialogue seems. sure you can talk about your ong bak all you want...but if it wasn't for movies like bloodsport, one of the original prototype martial arts tournament movies next to bruce lee's enter the dragon and game of death, then the super-spectacular feat movies like ong bak, with all of their glitz and super-moves, wouldn't have even been thought of by their writers.
but back to jean claude. a lot of you might wonder where the hell is he now? it's no surprise that his genre of films became extinct once hollywood started implementing all of these special-effected action movies. the answer to jean claude's whereabouts by he way is: he's in europe..and hes still a star..and he's still making movies.
last i heard (and it might have been a rumour) about jean claude was that he was having a cocaine addiction problem. who know? if that's the case, i'd rather forget about that.
here's just a little homage out of respect for the "muscles from brussels"...

a JEAN CLAUDE 7
(1) his butt
-there's not one movie where jean claude doesn't show off his ass - whether it be bear-back or in some kind of european speedo-type briefs. whatta guy, huh?!!
im not admiring his ass as if im liking it, i just think it'd be so dope if i had an ass like jean claude's. then again, maybe i do and i just don't know it (right, grace and james???)

(2) the splits
jcvd does it, again...and again..and again in almost every movie! i dunno if it's his roots as a dancer or his previous training in karate (prounounced "kah-ra-tay"..i stress this for that whole 80's feel when karate was the shit). i was on this site and it listed brief trivia about the movie bloodsport. did you know that he does the splits in that movie a total of 7 times??? that's great.

(3) his european accent
lines like "i wan to fiiiite" and "iz for my sheh-doh-shee", not to mention the great "ez nawt mii bra-der, e doz-ent wer-a black silk un-da-wors" makes jean claude - JEAN CLAUDE! cmon now. this guy gets all the chicks.

(4) his hair
let's face it, jean claude probably has the master - vidal sassoon himself doing his hair for every movie. we can look back and see jean claude's side part during his early films, to his crew cuts, to the curly mullet in
1993's hard target. whatta beefcake.

(5) his sleevless shirts and low-cut tanktops
this is self-explanatory.
i know my body is pretty good rite now, but i'll promise y'all this...when it gets really good, im bringing back the low-cut tank top and tapered acid-wash jeans look. watch out.

(6) his intensity

(7) his moves

in closing, some favourite scenes:
-bloodsport: where he's training and rips down the two tree trunks with his limbs. youre just gonna have to see it for yourself.

march 20
bittersweet
the setting was me, my dad, my landed immigrant uncle (tito nonong) and my brother. we were in a local sports pub and the occassion, if you haven't been reading, was the big boxing match mentioned below - pacquiao vs morales.
overall, it was a good time to get some bonding between 4 branches of de los Reyes men, some beers and a common interest. of course, there were other filipinos in the establishment; one of the fellow-countrymen strangers even joined us at our table. oh well, the more the merrier, right?
so we get thru 3 pre-fights and finally arrive to the main even starring our beloved manny pacquio aka the pacman with the "manila ice" (don't ask me who made that up). in the earlier rounds, i expected our antagonist, manny to come out strong and agressive leading the fight. as usual i was wrong. in fact, morales out-boxed him, picked his shots and had crispier jabs and harder punches that counted. sure, manny smothered morales at odd intervals during the bout but most of the shots had no effect - at least to the exent of erik morales'.

anyhow, that dance continued for the whole fight.
oh yea, did i mention we were on the one end of the bar (my dad, my uncle, my bro, me and the other unknown pinoy), dead centre in the midst of morales fans - mostly some fat ass mexicans and a few white dudes - who were loud and boisterous, of course. anyhow, as we watched manny get licked every now and then in concert with the cheers and table-banging of the morales fans that surrounded us, i came to the realization that although i wanted manny to win, deep down inside, i had my doubts that he would actually win.

why is that?
this entry goes far beyond a simple boxing match.

here was this guy, manny pacquiao; he beat barrera and marquez (two both highly ranked and acclaimed mexican boxers) recently and yet, the guy, through my eyes still had something to prove to me.

is it that bad?
am i the product of conditioning?
have filipinos been failures on this part of the world so much that i almost expect a fellow countryman to lose?
whatever the case, i whole-heartedly supported manny 200%.
to me, this was our chance to show the world. not too many people in the world, other than its inhabitants and their friends, realize that the philippines has a hell of a lot of talent to offer.
all too often, i feel, in my heart, we haven't been given the credit we deserve for many things. i know..this sounds like it goes along with my philosophy that one should stay hungry in order to be happy in life - but shoot, at the same time, it's nice to actually gain some success and enjoy the fruits of your labour once in a while - are y'all with me on that one?

going back to manny, this was our man. he represented and still, for that matter, represents us. seeing this short, dark-skinned filipino man in an american boxing ring...i dunno how to explain it - it just struck a cord with me.