after a week of having the 8th booked off, the day (before) is finally here. it's really been nothing but anticipation as i've been waiting for our plans to visit canada's wonderland this summer!

for years (3 exactly), we've been saying that we're gonna go; that we should go; that we want to go. unfortunately, those plans, hopes and dreams never fell through.
however, this wednesday, finally, after years and endless nights of insomnia - just thinking about the day that i'd return to this glorious, money-making, high-priced, too-packed to ride anything, wallet-gouging experience that my country calls canada's wonderland.

it's not so much the enjoyment of the fresh open air, or the funnel cake that gets me going; rather, its the thrill of the rides. the last time i went, i remember it vividly: it was that particular summer when people were getting thrown off the spinning swings, having their roller-coaster harnesses disengage, a slew of mechanical failures and young gang-bangers stabbing eachother to mention just a few. this is what i wait for..the possibility of something going terribly wrong, like taking a crap in the washroom only to realize after that someone pissed on the toilet paper, but overcoming it (i.e. using your 5 dollar bill).

this is the thrilling environment that i've been longing for over the past 3 summers.
i'll say it again, i can hardly wait.

if you can't hardly wait either, in the overzealous words of stone cold steve austin, give me a
hell yeah!

p.s. we broke..the will is weak in our family.
i am happy to announce that the a/c is now on in this filipino household. f'shizzle. pass my parka, please.

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our home and native land
there was some big native dude with messed up teeth on the subway today. when i say native, i mean the aboriginal kind, or as white people would say "feather, not red dot indian".

anyhow, i was on the subway, and it was packed. boy was it packed. people were standing; there were no seats; hands were holding overhead rails and armpits were in faces. anyhow, this mid 30s chinese guy moves away from the native guy who's near the door. he moved not because he's a big western movie fan and despises natives, but because it was just too crowded by the door. my headphones were on but i could hear the loudest of the loud shouts coming from the native guy. i guess he got offended by the chinese guy walking away from him..well, the offended thing and he probably fell of his rocker, yanno, he was a little nuts. so the native guy starts getting agitated for no apparent reason at all. he continues to shout displaying his ugly teeth to me and other passengers. i gotta say, this man had a set of teeth that looked like he ate bricks for breakfast, 'know what im saying?

after the boiling point of this crazy native's fury began to rise in temperature, he shouted something like "there are too many of you chinese people here in canada...blah blah blah..[cue end of sentence and finish with a loud screaming] fuck you!". it was all just so nuts. of course, the chinese dude knew not to get into it with this big native, not because he was big but because he obviously didnt have all his marbles in his bag. in the meantime, the train emptied out and i was standing across from the native.

for a minute there, i thought he was gonna think i was chinese or some shit. then i remembered i have these big ass gwalo eyes and this dark ass mexican-like dermis. nonetheless, i walked away in fear that the big native would grab me, pull down my pants, pull my plonker..only before proceeding to take out his big stone hatchet and cut me up into small pieces as the rest of the passengers looked on.

that was my main fear, and that's why i moved down the train and away from hell's fury. this whole ordeal for a minute made me second think my choice to one day go to a reserve and help out the native kids..i said for a minute i second thought that. then my morality came in and i realized that not all natives there are good and bad natives just like there are good and bad whites and asians and blacks and jews and dogs and giraffes and fungi.

now this would be a politically correct (p.c.)
"native indian"

"i'll cap your ass from bombay to the plains, motherfucker."

that my friends, is my crazy native story.