Monday, January 31, 2005
You know it's time to empty your trash can when...
... the trash is sticking out like half the trash can's height.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Ever watch DBZ?
Ever wonder if that material could really translate into a movie?
Well, keep an open mind...
Doesn't that guy look exactly like Mr Satan / Hercule???
Well, keep an open mind...
Doesn't that guy look exactly like Mr Satan / Hercule???
Saturday, January 29, 2005
I dislike my Creative Writing class
I had to do a short story, poem, whatever over a prompt that some random person came up with. My prompt came from a girl: "I used to steal money from my mother..."
So here is my short story. Enjoy.
I used to steal money from my mother. Guilt’s a bitch, isn’t it? I keep telling myself that I swear that it would be the last time, but who am I kidding? Mom’s such a dumbass that she doesn’t doesn’t miss a coupla hundred bucks a week, not when she’s married to this Harvard-educated guppy who’s 13 years younger than she is. I’m like, “What the hell were you thinking, Rog?”
True, in her prime, mom was definitely a looker, and I say that in a non-incestuous way. But shit, with time.... wrinkles are wrinkles and when you sag, you sag.
So yeah, 200 bucks a week does me good. Gets me the weed when I need it and covers every date I have each week, which on a good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) week, can be as many as 5 or 6. Hey, I gotta rest, too.
Rog bought me once of those new Mustangs. Royal blue, stick, with leather interior. In a coupla weeks, I’m gonna get to work on the engine, see what I can’t do with it. Too bad I couldn’t make the damn thing have a little more space. Need just a little more space for those good dates.
The last time I stole from Mom, I went for the jackpot, taking a grand. Big party week over Christmas break. 4 parties, 3 days. No one at home really wonders where I am. Mom’s at the country club all the time and Rog’s always out on business.
Party #4 was at my house... Just like every beachfront house you see in the movies. Marble floor, vast interior with enough room for at least 300 people, a baby grand piano to drunkenly dance on, swimming pool – Olympic sized, hot tub for 15 – no joke!
So we’re having a good time that night. Around 100 people. Bobby’s drunk off his ass as usual. Stupid dumbass looks sunburned like none other. Pattie’s topless, as usual. Not a bad looking rack; always a pleasure to see. Ron’s nowhere to be seen, probably bouncin’ the bed with some slut in my mom’s room. Gotta remember to change those sheets. Me and my honey, Veronica, are mackin’ in the hot tub with the others, gettin’ a little drunk.
“YO KAI!”
I turn around to meet one of my guests.
“Yeah.”
“You better come quick, man. Bobby just got in his car.”
Bobby’s car. A thing of beauty. Old style Camaro. Waxed and polished to a bright glossy red. Re-tuned to perfection. Wasted. On Bobby.
What can next be told cannot be told in absolute detail and credibility. Molasses and lightning at the same time. But I literally exploded out of the hot tub. Poor Veronica was caught in the blast of water. It was totally like one of those explosions in Dragon Ball Z. I made like the Flash into the street. Everything was just a blur, going so quickly, but yet so slowly. It was taking goddamn forever to catch up to Bobby.
“Bobby! Get OUT of the fucking car!”
“Fuck you, Kai! Dee Dee just told me you were sleeping with Leanna!”
Leanna. Gorgeous Vietnamese-European. Body to die for. Sweetheart. Bobby’s girlfriend. Date #2 this week. A good date.
“Bobby, Dee Dee’s a bitch, drunk, and doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about!”
“No Kai, I listened to you before and I always get screwed—“
“Bobby. Turn. Off. The. Car. Let’s go have a drink and talk about it—“
“NO KAI! NO!”
Camaro door slams shut. Shit. Bobby...
The metal beauty hums to life under the surprising control of its master. Or lack of control. The lights flash on and they start toward me, like a pair of demon’s eyes. And then suddenly, they lurch toward me and follow faster and FASTER!
The bastard’s trying to KILL ME!
My Flash reflexes are gone. It takes forever and I know I’m gonna die. I pray to God that it’ll be quick.
But then the eyes veer off to the left.
I’m spared!
CRASH!!!!!
“OMIGOD! BOBBY!”
“BOBBY!”
You ever see a beautifully restored red Camaro...
Crushed into the size of a small dumpster...
Against a tree?
That tree. My favorite tree to smoke under.
“OH MY GOD! Bobby’s DEAD!”
God damn it.
Like I said, I used to steal money from my mother.
So here is my short story. Enjoy.
I used to steal money from my mother. Guilt’s a bitch, isn’t it? I keep telling myself that I swear that it would be the last time, but who am I kidding? Mom’s such a dumbass that she doesn’t doesn’t miss a coupla hundred bucks a week, not when she’s married to this Harvard-educated guppy who’s 13 years younger than she is. I’m like, “What the hell were you thinking, Rog?”
True, in her prime, mom was definitely a looker, and I say that in a non-incestuous way. But shit, with time.... wrinkles are wrinkles and when you sag, you sag.
So yeah, 200 bucks a week does me good. Gets me the weed when I need it and covers every date I have each week, which on a good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) week, can be as many as 5 or 6. Hey, I gotta rest, too.
Rog bought me once of those new Mustangs. Royal blue, stick, with leather interior. In a coupla weeks, I’m gonna get to work on the engine, see what I can’t do with it. Too bad I couldn’t make the damn thing have a little more space. Need just a little more space for those good dates.
The last time I stole from Mom, I went for the jackpot, taking a grand. Big party week over Christmas break. 4 parties, 3 days. No one at home really wonders where I am. Mom’s at the country club all the time and Rog’s always out on business.
Party #4 was at my house... Just like every beachfront house you see in the movies. Marble floor, vast interior with enough room for at least 300 people, a baby grand piano to drunkenly dance on, swimming pool – Olympic sized, hot tub for 15 – no joke!
So we’re having a good time that night. Around 100 people. Bobby’s drunk off his ass as usual. Stupid dumbass looks sunburned like none other. Pattie’s topless, as usual. Not a bad looking rack; always a pleasure to see. Ron’s nowhere to be seen, probably bouncin’ the bed with some slut in my mom’s room. Gotta remember to change those sheets. Me and my honey, Veronica, are mackin’ in the hot tub with the others, gettin’ a little drunk.
“YO KAI!”
I turn around to meet one of my guests.
“Yeah.”
“You better come quick, man. Bobby just got in his car.”
Bobby’s car. A thing of beauty. Old style Camaro. Waxed and polished to a bright glossy red. Re-tuned to perfection. Wasted. On Bobby.
What can next be told cannot be told in absolute detail and credibility. Molasses and lightning at the same time. But I literally exploded out of the hot tub. Poor Veronica was caught in the blast of water. It was totally like one of those explosions in Dragon Ball Z. I made like the Flash into the street. Everything was just a blur, going so quickly, but yet so slowly. It was taking goddamn forever to catch up to Bobby.
“Bobby! Get OUT of the fucking car!”
“Fuck you, Kai! Dee Dee just told me you were sleeping with Leanna!”
Leanna. Gorgeous Vietnamese-European. Body to die for. Sweetheart. Bobby’s girlfriend. Date #2 this week. A good date.
“Bobby, Dee Dee’s a bitch, drunk, and doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about!”
“No Kai, I listened to you before and I always get screwed—“
“Bobby. Turn. Off. The. Car. Let’s go have a drink and talk about it—“
“NO KAI! NO!”
Camaro door slams shut. Shit. Bobby...
The metal beauty hums to life under the surprising control of its master. Or lack of control. The lights flash on and they start toward me, like a pair of demon’s eyes. And then suddenly, they lurch toward me and follow faster and FASTER!
The bastard’s trying to KILL ME!
My Flash reflexes are gone. It takes forever and I know I’m gonna die. I pray to God that it’ll be quick.
But then the eyes veer off to the left.
I’m spared!
CRASH!!!!!
“OMIGOD! BOBBY!”
“BOBBY!”
You ever see a beautifully restored red Camaro...
Crushed into the size of a small dumpster...
Against a tree?
That tree. My favorite tree to smoke under.
“OH MY GOD! Bobby’s DEAD!”
God damn it.
Like I said, I used to steal money from my mother.
Let me reiterate...
Rurouni Kenshin ("Samurai X" in the US) is just a beautifully done anime miniseries. It had a lot of heart. No action for the sake of action, but when it was animated, it was just so beautiful. I don't even think I can say anything bad about Trust, Betrayal, and Reflections. Well maybe about how I got confused about which scenes were flashbacks, but I figured that out later into the movie. The whole thing was just... so moving.
One of the best ~30 bucks I've spent in a long time.
One of the best ~30 bucks I've spent in a long time.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Thought I'd share the freakiness...
I was lookin' at old pix and I noticed some freaky similarities...
Check this out
(1)
(2)
(3)
Wow.
Check this out
(1)
(2)
(3)
Wow.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Smallville
Was fucked up.
The worst revelation was that Chloe had sex with the as of yet unseen Jimmy OLSEN, bowtie moron and photobug.
The worst revelation was that Chloe had sex with the as of yet unseen Jimmy OLSEN, bowtie moron and photobug.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Schedule
Tuesdays and Thursdays suck, because I have school at 11-120, then 150-310, then WORK at 4. SUCKU!
Mondays and Wednesdays I have school at 930-140.
TODAY: FLICKIN' stupid teacher Reynolds didn't send us an email or anything telling that class was cancelled! I coulda CHILLED AT HOME for another coupla hours. STUPID !@$#*!
Mondays and Wednesdays I have school at 930-140.
TODAY: FLICKIN' stupid teacher Reynolds didn't send us an email or anything telling that class was cancelled! I coulda CHILLED AT HOME for another coupla hours. STUPID !@$#*!
Monday, January 24, 2005
Funny conversation...
Pop: Aha! You cheated on your run this morning!
Monica: No we didn't! We always do that!
Pop: You always cheat?
Monica: No we didn't! We always do that!
Pop: You always cheat?
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Notes of interest...
- Ali: The Director's Cut is much much much better'n the theatrical cut. Fleshes out everything in better detail and more fighting.
- AIM conversation:
SANSHORYU: i got a good story
SANSHORYU: Alex took the SAT today
SANSHORYU: and Viviane did too
kaisolin: hmm
SANSHORYU: she saw him and went up to him an said: "You're Nick's brother aren't you?"
SANSHORYU: he nodded and walked away.
kaisolin: hahahaha
kaisolin: wow
kaisolin: that's harsh
SANSHORYU: that's my BRO!
SANSHORYU: :D
- AIM conversation:
SANSHORYU: i got a good story
SANSHORYU: Alex took the SAT today
SANSHORYU: and Viviane did too
kaisolin: hmm
SANSHORYU: she saw him and went up to him an said: "You're Nick's brother aren't you?"
SANSHORYU: he nodded and walked away.
kaisolin: hahahaha
kaisolin: wow
kaisolin: that's harsh
SANSHORYU: that's my BRO!
SANSHORYU: :D
Friday, January 21, 2005
Muhammad Ali
One must consider what the world would've seen had he had the years of his prime. For the man to regain the championship beyond his prime is truly indicative of the one man who'll always be known as "The Greatest." Big mouth, but the skills and the brains to back it up.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Parasites
No, I'm not talkin' about viruses or anything microscopic in size. But what I am talking about can be just as elusive. I'm talking about... women!
Now, a parasitic woman is synonymous with a siren, a mythical creature. Story goes that the sirens would lure men into the ocean with their beautiful songs, and then tear them to shreds. Parasitic women, however, also use people to their ends without even thinking about what they do to others. They use people.
So today, after kickin' David's, Hannah's, and my collective asses in training, I go to Randalls to buy water and chat. And beloved Alice tells me about her "friend" or soon-to-be-not-a-friend La Toya, from here on out referred to as Toya.
But first, let me identify the characters:
Alice --- my beautiful African American co-worker; I looooove working with her.
Toya --- Alice's "best friend"
Kevin --- absolutely loves Toya; has never cared so much about anyone before.
Scott --- Toya's ex who uses Toya, wants to fuck Alice like none other.
Before you get bored, please remember that this is to illustrate a point about parasitic women. Now on to...
... background of this mini-compilation of stories, anecdotes and tidbits. Toya and Scott dated for a while. But eventually, he lusted for Alice and told Toya how much he wanted to fuck Alice. He actually tried to trick Alice into fucking w/o the use of alcohol or drugs, but rather a dimly lit room and a quick swap out (read: Alice and non-named guy fucking; Toya tells guy that she needs to talk to him so that he leaves and Scott can sneak in and get inside [both ways, literally]). Luckily, Alice noticed and nothin' happened. FUCKED UP SHIT! Toya just loves Scott sooo much that she tries to do everything for him.
So moving on to the main point. Kevin's a good guy tryin' to set his life straight and falls deeply for Toya. They are technically "together." I use quotation marks because apparently, Toya does too. Every 2 weeks, Kevin gets a $300-400 check, takes maybe 20 for food the next week, and gives the rest to Toya. Toya, in turn, uses that money to please Scott. On top of that, everyone knows about Toya's shadiness... EXCEPT KEVIN. And to top it off, Kevin's had a rough life, and at this point, he's suicidal. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT PARASITIC BITCH??? And maybe SHOOT SCOTT?
And y'know what, Toya sounds like someone I know. If you're reading this right now, you're smarter than I give you credit for being. But then, to be a parasite, you have to be pretty smart.
Let's go down the list:
Using Will (who loves a parasite) to bring a ladder to her house so that another GUY can get in?
Wanting a Homecoming mum from her boyfriend even though she couldn't go to the Homecoming Dance?
Using Neal (an ex) to bring the mentioned Homecoming mum to her house because her boyfriend couldn't?
Having the gall to ask Neal to take her to her next Homecoming dance when her date bailed on her? (maybe there were some good reasons for that, but I bet he was a prick too; perfect! Two demonspawn!)
Latching onto Stephen Russell and almost turning him against me?
ADVICE PEOPLE! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM PARASITIC WOMEN!
When you date someone, it's to get to know her (or for my lady readers, him). The moment you know that they are demonic and/or parasitic, CUT YOUR FUCKIN' LOSSES AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY!!!
Now, a parasitic woman is synonymous with a siren, a mythical creature. Story goes that the sirens would lure men into the ocean with their beautiful songs, and then tear them to shreds. Parasitic women, however, also use people to their ends without even thinking about what they do to others. They use people.
So today, after kickin' David's, Hannah's, and my collective asses in training, I go to Randalls to buy water and chat. And beloved Alice tells me about her "friend" or soon-to-be-not-a-friend La Toya, from here on out referred to as Toya.
But first, let me identify the characters:
Alice --- my beautiful African American co-worker; I looooove working with her.
Toya --- Alice's "best friend"
Kevin --- absolutely loves Toya; has never cared so much about anyone before.
Scott --- Toya's ex who uses Toya, wants to fuck Alice like none other.
Before you get bored, please remember that this is to illustrate a point about parasitic women. Now on to...
... background of this mini-compilation of stories, anecdotes and tidbits. Toya and Scott dated for a while. But eventually, he lusted for Alice and told Toya how much he wanted to fuck Alice. He actually tried to trick Alice into fucking w/o the use of alcohol or drugs, but rather a dimly lit room and a quick swap out (read: Alice and non-named guy fucking; Toya tells guy that she needs to talk to him so that he leaves and Scott can sneak in and get inside [both ways, literally]). Luckily, Alice noticed and nothin' happened. FUCKED UP SHIT! Toya just loves Scott sooo much that she tries to do everything for him.
So moving on to the main point. Kevin's a good guy tryin' to set his life straight and falls deeply for Toya. They are technically "together." I use quotation marks because apparently, Toya does too. Every 2 weeks, Kevin gets a $300-400 check, takes maybe 20 for food the next week, and gives the rest to Toya. Toya, in turn, uses that money to please Scott. On top of that, everyone knows about Toya's shadiness... EXCEPT KEVIN. And to top it off, Kevin's had a rough life, and at this point, he's suicidal. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT PARASITIC BITCH??? And maybe SHOOT SCOTT?
And y'know what, Toya sounds like someone I know. If you're reading this right now, you're smarter than I give you credit for being. But then, to be a parasite, you have to be pretty smart.
Let's go down the list:
Using Will (who loves a parasite) to bring a ladder to her house so that another GUY can get in?
Wanting a Homecoming mum from her boyfriend even though she couldn't go to the Homecoming Dance?
Using Neal (an ex) to bring the mentioned Homecoming mum to her house because her boyfriend couldn't?
Having the gall to ask Neal to take her to her next Homecoming dance when her date bailed on her? (maybe there were some good reasons for that, but I bet he was a prick too; perfect! Two demonspawn!)
Latching onto Stephen Russell and almost turning him against me?
ADVICE PEOPLE! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM PARASITIC WOMEN!
When you date someone, it's to get to know her (or for my lady readers, him). The moment you know that they are demonic and/or parasitic, CUT YOUR FUCKIN' LOSSES AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY!!!
Good line:
"I convince them that it is perfectly acceptable for young men in the prime of their lives to die for their country...
... and they THANK me for it."
~~ The Guardian, OUR WORLDS AT WAR, Superman comics ~~
... and they THANK me for it."
~~ The Guardian, OUR WORLDS AT WAR, Superman comics ~~
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
First day of school...
tchkhynne: howdy
tchkhynne: how was school?
SANSHORYU: bah
SANSHORYU: I'm so gon' fall asleep
SANSHORYU: and my teachers are so gon' hate me
SANSHORYU: when I am so gon' ace their classes
tchkhynne: how was school?
SANSHORYU: bah
SANSHORYU: I'm so gon' fall asleep
SANSHORYU: and my teachers are so gon' hate me
SANSHORYU: when I am so gon' ace their classes
Funny:
When you need to pack the horniness on...
No comment.
Just what am I looking at here???
I didn't expect this from my razor...
Just don't drop it in the shower...
Made with fresh genuine puppies!
Uhmmm...
Is this a toothbrush or a prostitute?
I like T-shits! Do you like T-shits?
Monday, January 17, 2005
Long post? Do I hear a "Yea!" for a long post? OK, long post.
I am really excited about the future. Really excited. I got my ass back on track and I'm fuckin' invincible. I visited Woi a week or so ago, and we had a talk about things to come. Of course I'm always wishin' I had a girlfriend (there it is again, Katherine!). But Lori summed it up: "You're a catch." Cheeee! :-D
I'm a friggin' genius, I'm fit, I can fight, I'm musically talented, I can draw... I don't dance, though... Waiting, just waiting. But I can't wait for something I need, but I can surely wait for something I want. And this is something I want.
I think I just don't know enough people. I NEED to get away from here! I'm not tired of Mom or Pop or anything. It's just that I need a change of scenery. Thas part of the reason why I really really want to go to UT. Just far enough away, but close enough to home that I could make it back in a day if I wanted. Chill w/ my boy Jakku, go to Omar's parties, date girls from Playboy's #1 University for attractive women... *sigh* :) I am in the middle of doing a transfer application to UT. Just hope I'm not too late :-P.
Games! I want a PSP, but I figure I'll wait for a while after it comes out (est. March). I do want Fight Night Round 2, Resident Evil 4 (looks SOOOO KICKASS!), and Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory. I don't see good things happening with DBZ: Sagas. So a big "nay" to that.
Suli, I cannot believe that you pulled off your "clever idea." A whole lotta luck came your way today. Trust me, you didn't think of everything.
Carpe diem!
I'm a friggin' genius, I'm fit, I can fight, I'm musically talented, I can draw... I don't dance, though... Waiting, just waiting. But I can't wait for something I need, but I can surely wait for something I want. And this is something I want.
I think I just don't know enough people. I NEED to get away from here! I'm not tired of Mom or Pop or anything. It's just that I need a change of scenery. Thas part of the reason why I really really want to go to UT. Just far enough away, but close enough to home that I could make it back in a day if I wanted. Chill w/ my boy Jakku, go to Omar's parties, date girls from Playboy's #1 University for attractive women... *sigh* :) I am in the middle of doing a transfer application to UT. Just hope I'm not too late :-P.
Games! I want a PSP, but I figure I'll wait for a while after it comes out (est. March). I do want Fight Night Round 2, Resident Evil 4 (looks SOOOO KICKASS!), and Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory. I don't see good things happening with DBZ: Sagas. So a big "nay" to that.
Suli, I cannot believe that you pulled off your "clever idea." A whole lotta luck came your way today. Trust me, you didn't think of everything.
Carpe diem!
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Saturday, January 15, 2005
I can't escape it...
I got a mega huge haircut today. And the hairdresser lady and I were talkin' and she goes: "You look like Bruce Lee, long hair, long face..."
*sigh*
*sigh*
Friday, January 14, 2005
New Project:
I am going to learn how to play Eternity - Memory of Lightwaves, from the opening of Final Fantasy X-2. Time to bring back some culture to pacify the fighting, the school, the video games...
Stole: From Alisha
If I was a profession I'd be: Hong Kong SUPASTAH!
If I was a country I'd be: China
If I was a ocean or body of water I'd be: The Pacific Ocean
If I was a piece of candy I'd be: A Shock Tart
If I was a famous building or piece of architecture I'd be: The Forbidden City or The Great Wall of China
If I was a store I'd be: Old Navy
If I was a brand of shoe I'd be: SAN
If I was a bad habit I'd be: "Staying up late...ha!" works just fine
If I was a swear word I'd be: F'
If I was a ice cream flavour I'd be: Fudge Brownie Nut
If I was a disease I'd be: MS
If I was a board game I'd be: Monopoly
If I was a feeling I'd be: Ready
If I was a president I'd be: dead
If I was a war I'd be: WWIII - that's right you read it... "III"
If I was a city I'd be: Houston
If I was a colour I'd be: "Royal Blue" also works
If I was a celebrity I'd be: if you even have to ask me...
If I was a movie I'd be: Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story
If I was a brand of toothpaste I'd be: Colgate, whatever
If I was a business I'd be: a hospital
If I was a currency I'd be: worth more than the pound
If I were a month, I'd be: March beyotch
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Tuesday
If I were a time of day, I'd be: 333 AM
If I were a planet, I'd be: Krypton
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: Sea Dragon
If I were a direction, I'd be: Any direction, N, E, S, W can all be associated with the number 3 or something specific to me.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: a futon
If I were a sin, I'd be: fucking
If I were a liquid, I'd be: water
If I were a tree, I'd be: Oak
If I were a bird, I'd be: Peregrine falcon
If I were a tool, I'd be: I'm not a tool, fuck you.
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: a rose
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: sunny
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a Piano
If I were an animal, I'd be: again, if you even have to ask me... Look at the blog's title.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: Spinach
If I were a sound, I'd be: cracking with power --- THWACK!!!
If I were an element, I'd be: I'm water.
If I were a song, I'd be: Metal Gear Solid 2 Orchestrated Theme
If I were a book, I'd be: The I Ching
If I were a food, I'd be: Double Spicy Beef
If I were a material, I'd be: Steel
If I were a taste, I'd be: Spicy
If I were a word, I'd be: badass
If I were a body part, I'd be: The Fist
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: Intensity
If I were a shape, I'd be: Equilateral Triangle
If I were a number, I'd be: 3, duh!
If I were a band, I'd be: made out of rubber
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: again, if you even have to ask me!!! Look at the blog's title.
If I was a country I'd be: China
If I was a ocean or body of water I'd be: The Pacific Ocean
If I was a piece of candy I'd be: A Shock Tart
If I was a famous building or piece of architecture I'd be: The Forbidden City or The Great Wall of China
If I was a store I'd be: Old Navy
If I was a brand of shoe I'd be: SAN
If I was a bad habit I'd be: "Staying up late...ha!" works just fine
If I was a swear word I'd be: F'
If I was a ice cream flavour I'd be: Fudge Brownie Nut
If I was a disease I'd be: MS
If I was a board game I'd be: Monopoly
If I was a feeling I'd be: Ready
If I was a president I'd be: dead
If I was a war I'd be: WWIII - that's right you read it... "III"
If I was a city I'd be: Houston
If I was a colour I'd be: "Royal Blue" also works
If I was a celebrity I'd be: if you even have to ask me...
If I was a movie I'd be: Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story
If I was a brand of toothpaste I'd be: Colgate, whatever
If I was a business I'd be: a hospital
If I was a currency I'd be: worth more than the pound
If I were a month, I'd be: March beyotch
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Tuesday
If I were a time of day, I'd be: 333 AM
If I were a planet, I'd be: Krypton
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: Sea Dragon
If I were a direction, I'd be: Any direction, N, E, S, W can all be associated with the number 3 or something specific to me.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: a futon
If I were a sin, I'd be: fucking
If I were a liquid, I'd be: water
If I were a tree, I'd be: Oak
If I were a bird, I'd be: Peregrine falcon
If I were a tool, I'd be: I'm not a tool, fuck you.
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: a rose
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: sunny
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a Piano
If I were an animal, I'd be: again, if you even have to ask me... Look at the blog's title.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: Spinach
If I were a sound, I'd be: cracking with power --- THWACK!!!
If I were an element, I'd be: I'm water.
If I were a song, I'd be: Metal Gear Solid 2 Orchestrated Theme
If I were a book, I'd be: The I Ching
If I were a food, I'd be: Double Spicy Beef
If I were a material, I'd be: Steel
If I were a taste, I'd be: Spicy
If I were a word, I'd be: badass
If I were a body part, I'd be: The Fist
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: Intensity
If I were a shape, I'd be: Equilateral Triangle
If I were a number, I'd be: 3, duh!
If I were a band, I'd be: made out of rubber
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: again, if you even have to ask me!!! Look at the blog's title.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Happy Birthday Mom!
I f'n hate Talbots Outlet Store, but today is your birthday.
I love you so much.
I love you so much.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Tonight at work, I met a guy who was my age who had a kid who was one and a half years old. We talked and chatted. He told me to make sure that I didn't make a mistake of having a child with the wrong woman. I'm not entirely sure what lesson I was supposed to learn tonight, but I know I learned something. And for that, I thank the Big Guy up there.
Girls
When I think of girls, it's not Jenny, nor Allison, nor Casey... it's Cambria! (FYI, "Cambria" is the name of a species of flower) What the heck? The image that I have is her sitting in the desk in front of me turning my way and smiling. Hmph. Interesting, isn't it?
Good line:
I know that "struggle" probably isn't in your vocabulary, but just to let you know, here, it's credo.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Weekend Recap...
Friday night:
The Rat, Tigrass, the Jackal, the little Dragon, and I went out to eat at la Mexicana somewhere downtown. Weird ass restaurant. Jakku asked for a Negra Modelo with a salted mug. The waiter was a dumbass and said:
"It comes in a bottle."
"OK, but can I also get a salted mug?"
"... No."
WTF???
Our water was refilled 3 times... BY OURSELVES. Vietnam, Shu, and I ordered these mega huge burritos that were actually pretty good. I really enjoyed the first half of mine, but the second half had onions in it.
WTF???
The waiter never checked on us to see how the food was, nor did he ever ask us if we needed anything else. I think they just didn't like us.
Later on, we went to Hollywood Deli, and a lot of gay people were there. Alex was gettin' freaked out and it was hilarious. But shit, they were showin' softcore gay porn movies on the big screen, so I was freaked, too.
Alex was just keepin' it all inside...
until we got to the car.
(pp)"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT GOD DAMN SHIT!"
(Gfm)
WTF???
Saturday:
Shu and I go to play paintball. He got hit pretty bad. I got a small welt on my left thigh. But I did get shot in the head (read: above the mask) and yai, that hurt!
Sunday:
Worku sucksu. Saw Christi Chew! She graduated last semester. Wow man, things change. She can't find a job though, because marketing and the current economy sucks. Enh. Didn't really care enough to get her number. Jakku's gon' kill me.
The Rat, Tigrass, the Jackal, the little Dragon, and I went out to eat at la Mexicana somewhere downtown. Weird ass restaurant. Jakku asked for a Negra Modelo with a salted mug. The waiter was a dumbass and said:
"It comes in a bottle."
"OK, but can I also get a salted mug?"
"... No."
WTF???
Our water was refilled 3 times... BY OURSELVES. Vietnam, Shu, and I ordered these mega huge burritos that were actually pretty good. I really enjoyed the first half of mine, but the second half had onions in it.
WTF???
The waiter never checked on us to see how the food was, nor did he ever ask us if we needed anything else. I think they just didn't like us.
Later on, we went to Hollywood Deli, and a lot of gay people were there. Alex was gettin' freaked out and it was hilarious. But shit, they were showin' softcore gay porn movies on the big screen, so I was freaked, too.
Alex was just keepin' it all inside...
until we got to the car.
(pp)"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT GOD DAMN SHIT!"
(Gfm)
WTF???
Saturday:
Shu and I go to play paintball. He got hit pretty bad. I got a small welt on my left thigh. But I did get shot in the head (read: above the mask) and yai, that hurt!
Sunday:
Worku sucksu. Saw Christi Chew! She graduated last semester. Wow man, things change. She can't find a job though, because marketing and the current economy sucks. Enh. Didn't really care enough to get her number. Jakku's gon' kill me.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
I believe...
I believe in lots of things...
I believe in God...
I believe in love...
I believe in my family...
I believe in my friends...
But I also believe in me...
I believe in God...
I believe in love...
I believe in my family...
I believe in my friends...
But I also believe in me...
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Fighting sense #1:
You never have as much room to maneuver as when you are in the center of the ring.
Monday, January 03, 2005
I just wanna play Budokai 3 all day. I hate work.
Tryin' something new with the fonts... I just wanna play Budokai 3 all day. I hate work.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Gosh, I am such a fat lazy ass...
... cannot bring myself to get up early and run. Stupid fat motherf***er me.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
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