Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Grownups Nowadays ...I'm sorry but I cant take this political nonsense anymore. I wish they would just vote already and put an end to this pissing battle. Just let one of these guy sleep in the white house and mess up the country, again. Either one, black or white. Because at this point I don't really care.
Regardless of who becomes the president, I will still be stuck with my mountain of projects. I will still be struggling with the same stages in Patapon. I will still have to listen to the same mum nagging to me on the ... weather? I will still feel nauseous when I look at my wallet.
So lets go. Flip a stupid coin or something(I have very little of those left) and get on with it.
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 1:05 PM
Sunday, October 26, 2008
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Blah blah blah ...
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 3:10 PM
Friday, October 24, 2008
I Think Things!I think it sucks to be a manatee.
They eat mostly vegetables.
They swim all day long.
And yet for some reason they are still complete and total fat asses.
It's a fact,
I think things.
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 9:04 PM
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The F WordWas playing a two player game on the net with my 7 year old cousin this morning. We were rocking out to an old Eminem album in the background, when a particularly sexual, adult-themed song came on and I skipped it.
"Hey! Why did you skip that?!"
"Because he sings about some adult stuff and you're not old enough."
"What does he say?!"
"I can't tell you."
"C'mon, just tell me!"
"If I told you then you'd hear it."
"You can tell me!"
"No."
"Did he say 'fart?' He said 'fart' didn't he."
"Yes. He said 'fart.'"
"I knew it."
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And if you're wondering, " What are you doing at home this morning? Did you skip school, again?"
No, I did not skipped school, you son-of-a-accusation-screwed-up-machine. I sprained my foot. How? Well, lets just leave that for another time. Anyway, I'm on my way to full recovery now, if you ever need to know.
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 8:26 PM
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Poems are for really lame peopleOne of the things that really makes me dry heave while I'm browsing through blogs are the thousands of pointless and weird poems people post on a daily basis.
Surfing the net this morning, the last 9 out of 12 blogs threw up some painfully-boring, lame-ass, 8-sentenced ode to their undying heart beat. Beat me love me or leave me in the cold desert heart heart. The dust falls slowly. Ignite.
So, just this once, I figured I would share an extremely personal poem that I wrote back then when times were tough. They weren't really tough actually ... Are they ever tough? Maybe I was drowsy. Have you ever tried to read the Times while you're drowsy? All that small print and big words.
Where was I?
Oh. Okay, so here it is. I call it...
This Poem Really Sucks
I don't have a life and I hate skinny ducks.
This poem really sucks.
When I tried wearing a mood ring, my finger got stuck.
This poem really sucks.
I've never won the lottery even though I've only played it twice, so apparently that means I have no luck.
This poem really sucks.
I got very excited just now when I left the restroom, looked down at the ground, and found a buck.
This poem really sucks.
This is the second last sentence and I can't think of anymore word to rhyme with suck so I will make one up and say zuck.
This poem really sucks.
*applause*
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 1:01 PM
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Dear Fellow Class MateysWith reference to our Former Class Rep, Kathlyn's email, I would like to recommend the magnificent, awesome, kickass dude, yours truly, for the position as your much needed vice class rep.
I believe that with my charisma, strength, determination and just pure goodness oozing all over me(I'm sure you guys agree), I would make the best choice for the next vice class rep.
That being said, I want you to know that Kevin's good work so far is very much appreciated by me and the rest of the class. However, I am sure that the general public(that's all of you guys out there, baby!) would like to have some new blood in the chain of command of the class.
Once I step up to being the Vice Class Rep, I would make lots of revolutionary changes which will suit everyone to the best I can. Instead of the 2 dollars per month for class funding thingy, I will change it to an all time low, SIXTY CENTS ONLY! *fine print: per quater month*. Many more such amazing and unbelievable plans such as the one above will be introduced.
Thank you for all your precious time I wasted. I feel good about it since I'm pretty bored right now. Seeyall tomorrow!
Yours sincerely,
I rock.
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VICE CLASS REP POSITION IS MINE!
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 12:12 AM
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Is it time to save the world yet?Dear Computer,
I have an announcement to make. Are you sitting?
Well go sit down then. Go, I'll wait..........
C'mon. Ahem. Waiting..
Okay. You're sitting now. Good.
Now get the hell up!
Just kidding, you can sit back down. Really. I was kidding.
Fine. Be that way. Screw you too.
No, I won't tell you what my announcement is now. Yeah, I'm being the baby? What? What was that?
Sure, now you don't say anything. God, you piss me off sometimes. You can be sooo freaking emotional. Keeping hanging like that and I'll send you to the repair store.
Sometime's I feel like this isn't working out. It's not really you. It's me. It is. I can be so unstable. I infect your world with nonsense. It's not fair. Not to you. Not to your mouse Tommy who feels the need to crap on my desk.
Oh. Oh. Don't even go there. You wanted the stupid mouse! They need walks. You need to walk them. Is that so hard to understand?
Guess not.
....
Okay. Listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. We can work through this, I know we can. This is just a bump in the road. A minor bump in a very long and wonderful road.
Okay. Are we good now? You wanna hear my announcement? Are you sitting down?
Kidding. Kidding.
Okay. Ready? Ahem....
I finally have a pass in my Accountings! 55 out of 100! From a previous SIX out of a HUNDRED. Can you believe it? Me. Of all people. I feel so special. Like I'm actually doing something meaningful. Is it time to save the world yet? I can help. My accountings grade and I can make some noise. Do something important.
What?
I'm not lazy. Screw you. You're lazy you lazy baked-chicken pie. Whatever. I'm sorry I even told you. Like you would ever care. You're jealous. Jealous of me and my stardom.
Yeah right. You're not jealous. Check this out then. While you're out walking Tommy, I'll be saving the world with my blog.
Beat that big shot!
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 8:20 PM
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Gone with the M-O-N-K-E-Y, now's just the M-O-N-K.I am going bald! Yes, this is a realization I came to just now, when I was waiting for the train after kissing goodbye to my special one.
Traffic on the platform was intense. There's always that one person walking in front of you who's just kind of standing there, day-dreaming, lost in their own little private state of complete unawareness(is that a word?) of the world around them.
Then there's me. Attempting to get to just the right spot on the platform so that when I exit the train I am no more then two meters from the escalator. And the faster I can get to this spot, the more time I have to read my delicious new novel. And so there I am, trudging, people everywhere, missing Gaiana, until it happened.
I bumped someone. That's when I heard,
"Watch yourself botak(baldy, in case you're a 3 year old kid who still, fortunately, hasn't been brain-jammed with all sort of crap)!", some malay teenager said as she was trying to pass by.
That was it. Of course little ol' me, the kind of guy who wouldn't touch confrontation even if it was a naked supermodel rolling in sweet jelly, little ol' me, said nothing. I just kept moving beyond the scattered laughter from the obscure passerby's group of friends, my ego squashed, just a little.
But who cares.
So now I'm officially going bald. Of course I've known for awhile, like since after yesterday when I got my haircut. But things in my life are never official until some random person in the subway throws it right back in my face. That's when I know. That's when I have to stop complaining and just accept the fact that for the rest of my life, I will be known as .... that bald dude.
Naa, it probably isn't that bad. Bald handsome dude, yeah that's what I'll shall be known as from now. My egoistical-self-maniac assures me so.
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 11:17 PM
Monday, October 13, 2008
this post doesn't have a title, except the one I just wroteHave you ever felt something weird happening?
It's a strange question, I know, and you don't really know where I'm going with it. Most of you will read on just a tad more to see if this post turns into something funny. Most probably, right after I finish most part of this sentence, most of those most will drop out because you haven't laughed yet ... and you can tell this is going to be one of his weird posts.
I'm surprised at the people who have made it this far. I'm not sure why, there are better blogs to read right about now. Someone just wrote something on their blog, the one with the catchy name - you know which - and it's this long story about the time their cat fell into the toilet and ended up in the jar of peanut butter. It's much funnier than this post. I'll understand if you want to click out of here now. This post isn't gonna get any better, I assure you.
Hey. You're still here. Wow. Cool. Since it's just us, why don't I finish what I was talking about earlier. Ya know, the thing about feeling weird. It's hard to explain, right? Because you feel something and you know for sure you've never felt it before. Or maybe you have, but it was just so long ago now that only fragments of that feeling feels familiar.
I want to call it an emotion, but I'm not so sure that's it. It's a feeling. Is a feeling an emotion? Does anyone know? And if they know, how can they be sure? Because it's what they think it is? I'm going to say it feels like an emotion. That's what I'm asking you. That's the something weird.
Well, have you?
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 6:50 PM
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
No I didn't forget!...the pics from US trip! Here are just a few of my personal favorites, for the whole collection, click here. Password: jasalicious
Damn, I miss that 10 days.
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 6:17 PM