One Day

Sitting through the mediocre previews before watching the flick, "The Fighter," I noticed how overused some actors are. How the same actors were used for so many different roles. But in my mind, they were type-casted since their first role.I couldn't keep watching their new role without thinking about their original one.

I promise that if i ever, for some far out reason, start making movies for the big screen, I will go out of my way to find the actors that haven't been discovered yet. Not because they will require less money, but because they are a fresh face to the industry.

I want to be the one that discovers them.

I know we shouldn't judge people based off of first glances.

But rarely am i proven wrong about my assumptions.

From the first words and actions that are made by the stranger,

I have judged, for am i wrong?

Is this someone that will fare well for this society?

Will they do it justice?

If not, forever is my back turned.

For it is difficult to change this stubborn head of mine.

If so, my shoulder is there to lean on.

If so, my wisdom is there to guide you.

If so, I'll be right there beside you.

One Day

Sitting through the mediocre previews before watching the flick, "The Fighter," I noticed how overused some actors are. How the same actors were used for so

many different roles. But in my mind, they were type-casted since their first role.I couldn't keep watching their new role without thinking about their original one.

I promise that if i ever, for some far out reason, start making movies for the big screen, I will go out of my way to find the actors that haven't been discovered yet. Not because they will require less money, but because they are a fresh face to the industry.

I want to be the one that discovers them.

I know we shouldn't judge people based off of first glances.

But rarely am i proven wrong about my assumptions.

From the first words and actions that are made by the stranger,

I have judged, for am i wrong?

Is this someone that will fare well for this society?

Will they do it justice?

If not, forever is my back turned.

For it is difficult to change this stubborn head of mine.

If so, my shoulder is there to lean on.

If so, my wisdom is there to guide you.

If so, I'll be right there beside you.

One Day

Sitting through the mediocre previews before watching the flick, "The Fighter,"

I noticed how overused some actors are. How the same actors were used for so

many different roles. But in my mind, they were type-casted since their first role.I couldn't keep watching their new role without thinking about their original one.

I promise that if i ever, for some far out reason, start making movies for the big screen, I will go out of my way to find the actors that haven't been discovered yet. Not because they will require less money, but because they are a fresh face to the industry.

I want to be the one that discovers them.

I know we shouldn't judge people based off of first glances.

But rarely am i proven wrong about my assumptions.

From the first words and actions that are made by the stranger,

I have judged, for am i wrong?

Is this someone that will fare well for this society?

Will they do it justice?

If not, forever is my back turned.

For it is difficult to change this stubborn head of mine.

If so, my shoulder is there to lean on.

If so, my wisdom is there to guide you.

If so, I'll be right there beside you.

One Day

Sitting through the mediocre previews before watching the flick, "The Fighter"

I noticed how overused some actors are. How the same actors were used for so

many different roles. But in my mind, they were type-casted since their first role.

I couldn't keep watching their new role without thinking about their original one.

I promise that if i ever, for some far out reason, start making movies for the big screen,

I will go out of my way to find the actors that haven't been discovered yet. Not because

they will require less money, but because they are a fresh face to the industry.

I want to be the one that discovered them.

I know we shouldn't judge people based off of first glances.

But rarely am i proven wrong about my assumptions.

From the first words and actions that are made by the stranger,

I have judged, for am i wrong?

Is this someone that will fare well for this society?

Will they do it justice?

If not, forever is my back turned.

For it is difficult to change this stubborn head of mine.

If so, my shoulder is there to lean on.

If so, my wisdom is there to guide you.

If so, I'll be right there beside you.

One Day

Sitting through the mediocre previews before watching the flick, "The Fighter"

I noticed how overused some actors are. How the same actors were used for so

many different roles. But in my mind, they were type-casted since their first role.

I couldn't keep watching their new role without thinking about their original one.

I promise that if i ever, for some far out reason, start making movies for the big screen,

I will go out of my way to find the actors that haven't been discovered yet. Not because

they will require less money, but because they are a fresh face to the industry.

I want to be the one that discovered them.

I know we shouldn't judge people based off of first glances.

But rarely am i proven wrong about my assumptions.

From the first words and actions that are made by the stranger,

I have judged, for am i wrong?

Is this someone that will fare well for this society?

Will they do it justice?

If not, forever is my back turned.

For it is difficult to change this stubborn head of mine.

If so, my shoulder is there to lean on.

If so, my wisdom is there to guide you.

If so, I'll be right there beside you.

One Day

Sitting through the mediocre previews before watching the flick, "The Fighter"
I noticed how overused some actors are. How the same actors were used for so
many different roles. But in my mind, they were type-casted since their first role.
I couldn't keep watching their new role without thinking about their original one.

I promise that if i ever, for some far out reason, start making movies for the big screen,
I will go out of my way to find the actors that haven't been discovered yet. Not because
they will require less money, but because they are a fresh face to the industry.
I want to be the one that discovered them.

I know we shouldn't judge people based off of first glances.
But rarely am i proven wrong about my assumptions.
From the first words and actions that are made by the stranger,
I have judged, for am i wrong?

Is this someone that will fare well for this society?
Will they do it justice?

If not, forever is my back turned.
For it is difficult to change this stubborn head of mine.

If so, my shoulder is there to lean on.
If so, my wisdom is there to guide you.
If so, I'll be right there beside you.

Circle of Love

The current whey isolates im taking is giving me the worst shit storm in ages. 

I can't go 5 minutes without ripping a new one for 2 minutes. 

The taste is god awful. Liquid rotten eggs. 

And the farts smell like the inverted anus of a cow. woooo wee

As for the circle of love, is it better to have a large circle, or a teeny tiny circle of one?

Out of the million friends you may have, how many can you really trust?

Isn't life all about networking?

It's about who you know and not what you know...

I'm perfectly content with me, myself, and I.

In a post-apocalyptic world, I wouldn't mind being alone.

I'd lose myself in my own thoughts.

But some people just need someone to talk to.

Someone to release the guilt valve. 

This post probably seems pointless since I'm siding with both sides,

but I'd say do your networking, but remain loyal to those that stand 

by your side at all times. 

Beauty Pageants

What do people want to see women do?
Bake cakes, build sandwiches?

What do guys want to know of girls?
Turn ons and turn offs?
Dream date?

How intelligent are the women we talk with everyday?
spelling bee, calculus exam, geography quiz

I want to expose the ins and outs of your average woman.
The soul and the skin.
A night out on the town, or a night in with a movie.

Outer beauty is just as important as having some brains.

What do guys really want to see?
swim suit contest?
wet t-shirt contest?

Any of the sexist topics will only create hatred between the females
and we don't need any more of that...

Phi Psi Playboys
"Phi Psi fluffy muffies" --Phil Erickson

We'll see if this pulls through...

Note to Self:

When situations flare, keep calm.

inhale three seconds through the nose

and exhale six seconds through the mouth.

Learn to resolve without raising my tone.

Yelling shows immaturity.

Cussing shows ignorance.

Become a people person.

No matter how many times I hear this it doesn't get old,

Give respect and you shall receive...

Be open minded. Don't think too highly of myself.

If someone comes to me with an idea, embrace it.

Utilize it. Use it to my advantage. Make it my woman.

Every time I'm on a high, remind myself that it's temporary.

It's a constant battle to keep up with success.

Act like the gentleman you intend to be.

Courteous and Cultured.

Is it time for that professional me to come out and play?

Justice is Served

Killed my second physics exam. Someone call 911. Absolute rape.
It feels good to remain at the top. I can honestly say this is rare for me.

During the test, we were allowed one 8x11 cheat sheet, double-sided.
The guy sitting next to me had copy and pasted all the questions from the
cd we were supposed to study from. For a moment, I thought to myself,
"why didn't i do that?" It's fail-proof. For me, it would have been more of a backup plan.

The professor pre-warned us what type of questions would be on the test.
So the students knew which questions on the cd to study from.

And yet, all i wrote on the cheat sheet were a couple constants, definitions, and formulas.
Not to brag or anything...


Today, tests were finished being graded, and handed back.
The professor thought it would be more efficient to hand the tests
back by the letter grade you received. A's were first, B's were second...

The student that had that full-proof cheat sheet got a D. It made me even prouder
of the grade I got. Doing honest man's work. Plus, if you're cheating, you really don't
know how well that person is going to do. You then go into panic mode.

The only person you can trust is yourself. So get your shit in line. 

Cougar got your tongue?

Don't we all have that fetish of cougars? At least somewhat...
You're intrigued with her experience and lust for the young cubs.

What is it about older women that intrigues us?
Don't they remind us of our mothers?

Perhaps it's the personality.
You found someone who you could connect with.
On more than one level at that.

But think of all the weird looks you're gonna get...
...and then turn around and smile. cuz you're with a babe.

Unless she's not a babe, then you're just with a older woman.

If you truly think you're into the milves, remind yourself that
it's not about the money. cuz that'll just end badly.
Think about when she hits menopause.
Think about not being able to have kids.
Think about having to take care of her when she's sick.
Think of all the poon tang you're missing out on.

If you can look past all of that, then you've struck love.

Painful to Watch

This wasn't the first time. Waiting at the #60 Bus stop.
Of course I came out when the tracker said 5 minutes, but I've been standing there
for 12 minutes by now. By this time of the year, we all can see our breath, and it hurts to
have any part of your body exposed to the nut-shrinking air.

The bus comes. And ten of us stand back for this one gentleman in a wheelchair.
The ramps unfolds towards us, and the handicap prepares for takeoff.
As he goes up the incline, everyone else at the stop witnesses his struggle.
His chair tips back and it hits the wheelie bar. You can see the agony on his face.

I don't know what anyone else was feeling, but I felt like a complete asshole.
I should have helped him up the ramp. But perhaps I would have just gotten in the way.

This man has probably been in a wheelchair for a while. He's used to the lifestyle.
The struggle. The battle. He probably has massive triceps.

Maybe he didn't want the help. Some people have a lot of pride in themselves.
Accomplish feats on their own...

I get that, but I still should have at least asked. There is a term for this actually in psychology.
The definition states that when a large group of people see someone in need, they will not
feel reluctant to help them.

What has the world come to?

The Green

We live for it. love it. Save it. Spend it. 

Some even sleep and bathe in it.

Why couldn't we just trade things/skills with each other. 

We go to school to get a degree to get a job...

Part of looking for the right career lies in the amount

of money it will bring. That's life. 

But what if money wasn't an issue?

Would the ball game change?

Would you rather be the ice cream man?

Would you become a body builder?

Make movies/music?

You would probably find something you'd love to do, but 

the reason you can't do it is because it comes with a high risk 

of job security or you might not be able to support whomever you're trying to...

Now don't switch careers cuz of me. 

Money will always be around.

I'm just hypothesizing. 

Money leads to wants. Things we don't need.

Luxuries such as houses, cars, condoms...

I suggest you all to see the movie, "Into the Wild."

And then I want you all to experience it.

Kill a bear, find your own food, survive. 

We're all capable of living off of what this planet has to offer. 

We do not need to complicate it with money. 

I am also guilty of having the "need" for money.

When the dust settles, there will always be that one person

that still believes money is what makes the world go round.

And that one person will ruin it for us all.

Can money buy happyness?

Oh, I don't know...maybe?

It's all relative. Maybe for the short term.

Living life comfortably, being able to support a family.

Being able to buy gifts for Christmas. Being able to go on vacations.

But try crossing the road when a car is coming straight at you.

Try doing the dirty without protection.

Try hiking up a 2 feet wide mountain with 12,000 ft drops on both sides. (Angel's Landing)

Try fighting cancer. Sky dive.

Drive 120 mph. 

Feel that adrenaline rushing through. 

happy yet?

Punch that BooB

Wind that fist back. Imagine there's a spring in your back

and you're compressing it to the max. but don't tweak your muscles

because of me...

Now picture a pair of bazongas in front of you...

...and you get pissed off cuz the nips are lopsided.

Like they're reverse cross-eyed...

You get so mad that you punch the hell out of these fun bags...

Maybe to the point of whiplash. 

Now rewind, and go slo-mo

Check out those sweet ripples you made.

Slap them lopsided tittes into place.

What if they were fake tits. that ones that have restricted access from 

moving out of place. what would happen if you lost control one day

and decided to KO them bitches...

ricochet onto your face. you happy now?

nah, you even madder now.

keep them in check please.

My Attention Span

Short but sweet.
when you have my attention, my eyes gleam at you with intensity,
but some times, you'll find me staring too deep.

so far down the cornea where everything starts to blur.
my attention withers away.
you keep talking, but it's no good.
you've lost me.

say buh-bye, you lost the battle.

Why is it that i lose focus during a long history discussion.
Why do I fall asleep because of that?
It's actually because of those pre-workout supplements.
I'm probably feeling that crash.

But when I'm on the bus headed home, all I do is sit there.
Complete novacaine to my mind.
And I would not fall asleep. I just sit there with a blank stare
...and some drool hanging off the side of my face.

Does this mean I find bus rides more exciting than class?
yup. sad but true.

OR. I just enjoy the simple things in life...HAH

...now back to j-ing o

Doing Dung

Degreasing the rims

savoring that swiss chocolate...

...you got some on your nose there buddy

oh in and around your mouth too...

...that sweet sensational hershey's kiss.

why don't you lick your lips so you don't make

anyone jealous.

To my knowledge, I can't understand why anyone

would partake in such an action. 

It's so filthy, so rancid, so primal

BUT, it is 2010 folks. where views have flipped 

and penises can go in buttholes if they want to.

The only scenario where I can see this happening is 

in the adult industry. And even then, some people hesitate.

You might make a couple extra bucks, but is it worth the risk

of a pink eye? 

doubtful

Let's say your man or woman really enjoys receiving these things.

Are you willing to go that far?

Has life in the sac sunk that low?

How much do you love your lover?

Only time can tell...

My Morning Cup of Cafe

Isn't actually coffee...It's working out.
Filling my puny body with massive intakes of oxygen.
Rep after rep, my veins are ready to burst.
i love the feeling.

with every pump, i feel like my body's gonna give out.
but deep inside, you find that core energy.
and then you exhale and scream your head off
to get that last rep in.

This morning was the first day I woke up at 6:30
to go lift. I was surprised to see the bus so full of life.
The bus consisted of people going to work, and bums
that ride the bus for the hell of it.

With the creatine i take, I must follow up with gallons
of water. And to me, that's another reason why i work
out in the morning. The amount of water I need to drink
could be consumed throughout the day if i work out int the morning,
but if i work out at night, I would be sleeping for a good couple
hours and the creatine might be left in my system.

I'd work out any time of the day regardless, but if I didn't
work out in the morning, I would work out at night
which would take away from my study time.
we can't have that now can we...

Rest assured, I will bench 200 lbs soon enough.
I promise you that.

At another Crossroad of my life

Once again, I have another ultimatum presented before me.
Stay in my biology class with the chance to pass, or drop now
and find another major that better suits my talents.

Ah talents I ask, what may they be?
I HAVE NO CLUE!
It came as a big shock to me. I made one of those faces where my eyes
bulged from its sockets and proceeded to pour my heart and soul out
until my eyes looked fiery red. I need to come back with a vengeance.

I need to do some serious soul searching. I need to find out what I'm good at
and what I want to do for the rest of my life. We all say money shouldn't be an issue
when choosing a career, but when the salt settles, you'll either be "Oprah rich" or on
a tight budget. In the end, you're going to wish you have a little more money to play with.

Money doesn't make you happy? It makes me a little happy...
But recently, after several hikes and adrenaline rushes, there are definitely things
out there that can make you just as happy if not more as money.

So back to those talents...Numbers
Is that my next big thing?

True Intentions

This is where your "dark passenger" may take over. 

You might be stating what people want to hear, but you're

clearly thinking the opposite. 

You will never be free with yourself until you let go of your hidden agendas.

Until you do, you will always have that lingering thought of "what if i said that?"

Be true to yourself and others. 

Though, there may be times where you must hold back 

and refrain from the truth. You want to protect those you love and hug.

But to be blunt and straight to the dick, the world could use more honesty.

No more talking behind backs. 

No more horse shit.

No more donkey dong.

Take off your white michael jackson glove

and give the world a big bitch slap in her face. 

Being on Top

It's been a while since I've earned decent grades.
Over and over again, failure after another.
I cannot believe it took this long to learn
how to efficiently manage my time.
I probably said this in my previous post
but in order to procrastinating, you must fill your time up
with other obligations.
For example: work, volunteer, sports
Something that will take take your mind and focus for a couple hours a week.
The more time you fill, the more valuable your free time is.
And I'm hoping that you will use that valuable free time for school.
Now if you go consuming your life with things and you forget what
your number one priority is, then it's all for nothing.

The key here is to understand what your main responsibility is.
It could be school. It could be finances. It could be providing for a family.

Personally, I have gained some perspective on this.
I am finally the person that other people say
"fuck him." "I wish I was that guy""He must have no life."

It's all about time management. Be smart about it, and you'll find yourself
being a lot happier because you'll be achieving excellent grades...AND THEN SOME.

New Beginnings

All is well on my end. New semester. New outlook on life.
Okay, maybe not a new outlook, but I'm finally practicing what I preach.

I decided to take up Buddhism.
It's more like a way of life or a creed to follow than something to believe in like Christianity.
In a nutshell, craving leads to suffering, everyone craves, it can be stopped, and you will reach enlightenment.

That's the end goal. Nirvana.

There's so much more to Buddhism than words can describe alone, but it takes a lot of time, practice, and meditation to sink in.

As for school, I'm at the peak of my game. I flushed out whatever party boy I had inside me.
Well. Let's just say I made up for high school.
Maybe because this is kind of my last chance. I need a "B" or above in my biology class or I'm done.
I have to get my shit in line.
The idea is to work my ass off during the week, and blast my ass off during the weekend.
I've always had this mentality, but for once in my life, I'm finally keeping my word.

As for lifting weights, I have started the famous, but hated Creatine supplement.
I definitely drink 10 times the amount of water that I've ever taken every time I take 5 grams of Creatine.
With the small bladder I have, I pretty much have to pee every 15 minutes by noon.

PEACE n BLESSINGS


I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

The Skeeters

Mosquitoes. Honestly. Why can't we obliterate them?!
Sometimes, even the bug spray doesn't do its damn job.
And we have to suffer the consequences.
It's like Mother Nature's way of saying we can't enjoy our time outside.
So she sends her troops of mosquitoes our way.

Last night, I probably got at least six bites. And the sandals didn't help one bit.
I think there were two on one foot, one on my ass, two on my arms, 2 on my neck,
and one square on my forehead. what the F.

At that very moment where you know the blood is being drawn, it's too late.
You're a gone-er. bye bye. cya later.
Imagine the little suckers biting the inside of your nose.
Now that would suck.
Indefinitely picking your nose.
And then you die from excessive loss of blood.

If the mosquitoes can get into your nose, why wouldn't they be able to get in your head?
Just close your eyes (after reading this)
...and imagine on lands right on your cerebral cortex.
walks around a bit to find the juiciest matter.
Delves its mouth deep within...
You cringe and slightest feeling of a needle.
**almost like someone unscrewed your skull and pinched your brain.
So then you start slapping your head from the outside.
People will think you're going crazy.
You start to feel that dying urge to scratch, but you can't.
So you resort to ripping your hair out.
Digging through your scalp til you reach brain matter.
...and scratch.
ahhhhh. that feels amazinggggg


Now you're a mess. so clean yourself up and get back to J-ing O

It's Therapeutic

Ever have an out-of-body experience?
Where your soul/being leaves your physical body and and you acknowledge it?

It's like you're a ghost and you're free to do whatever you want while your physical body continues on with its meaningless life.
It doesn't necessarily have to be described like that.
I guess being "in love" can bring upon an almost concurrent therapeutic feeling.
Not even "in love," but having feelings for another human being. Doesn't even have to be human.
**If you're into that kind of thing.
Perhaps a certain song can bring out of you too.
That warm fuzzy feeling you get right in the middle of your gut.
Flexes your abs without your consent.
The kind of song you play on repeat for like 100 times.

You know that Dell Laptop commercial ("Trace" by Explosion Robinson)
That song in the commercial is playing in my head on repeat, and I'm loving it.
It's like a free high.
Person 1: You want a free high?
Person 2: Sure why not...
Person 1: Listen to said song...
Person2: mmmm

We should take note of every moment that gives us these good almost orgasmic feelings.
We never know if we'll need them again.

How to Talk to Beautiful Women

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Morning Wood

Unleash the throbbing beast from within.
Let the the one-eyed snake loose.
Let your best friend puke the clam chowder it had for dinner.

Ever wonder how all the magic happens?
Is it because of the vivid dreams we have during our slumber?
Or is it something more?
Cuz I don't remember 90% of the dreams I have...sadly

Perhaps some increased blood flow?
Maybe by some yawning?
Don't we all partake in an increased amount of inhaling right after we get up or when we're still half asleep...

Since we're still half asleep, we probably don't notice the yawning, but that's what's causing you to have the strongest wood ever. Enough to chop more trees and make more wood.

Jobs

Are you one of the few Americans who have a job?
Do you even have opportunities to hand jobs out?
Say your boss was looking for new recruits, but didn't know where to look.
He/She turns to you for help.
You turn to your closest friends.
It all comes down to reciprocation.
Who's going to benefit the most out of this deal.
What are you going to get out of this?

Coming from someone who has provided many jobs to friends, I've learned many lessons about who to give them to.
Outside of work, you might be butt buddies with your friends, but if you're serious about your work, and you care about how things are done, then you might want to choose carefully.
Make sure your friend can actually work.
Make sure he's responsible.
Make sure he's fit for the job.

Don't just hand out a job because your friend just lost theirs.

Keep in mind that when you bring a friend on board to work along with you, he is, from then on out, representing you at work.
If he fucks up, you'll also look bad because you're the one that recommended him for the job.

Filling up your time may be a good thing...

Keeping yourself busy...
Closing off the gaps where you can become a couch potato or dick around.
Cap off your class schedule as much as you can.
But be sure to add some filler classes too.
You'd be killing yourself (and your GPA) if you tried taking on all core classes.
If classes are not what you seek, then perhaps a job.
It wouldn't hurt to have some cash to burn here and there.
Pick up a sport.
If you're not hardcore, then do intramurals.
Speaking to multiple friends in sports, they keep telling me how all they do is eat, breathe, sleep whatever sport they're playing at the moment.
To the point where they don't have time to "hang out" and party.
The left over time they have is just to eat and keep up with homework.
If you're desperate for something to do, and you don't want to look for a job, then try volunteering.
Perhaps at a hospital or an animal shelter.
Many fraternities and sororities have the best of both worlds.
Sports and Philanthropy.
It definitely consumes my time, but I have yet to find that right balance.
It looks like I still have so much time to kill.
And in my case, adding more difficult classes won't help.
I have just have to keep busy with easy routine stuff.

"Winning's winning"

Seeing win after win is so inspiring.
The blackhawks.
The lakers.
soccer...

Seeing their emotions is just inspiring to get some on my own.
I need that feeling.
I want to feel like I've accomplished something meaningful in my life.
I want to feel useful.
I want to feel intelligent. Purposeful.
I have to get my head on straight. sooner rather than later.

I'm standing on the railroad tracks walking towards the oncoming train.
I have to either blow right through the train or die.

Knocking on Wood

You can knock on my wood...hehe
Literally, that'd be nice wouldn't it...
But I'm talking about the cliche quote.
The one you say after you've said something obnoxious
and the point of it is so you haven't jinxed your luck...

Is it real?
Well anything is real if we believe in it.

I guess it doesn't have to be knocking on wood.
It could be anything like:
Scratching a nail
licking your teeth
twitching your left eye
pray to whoever your pray to

Anything to help put you at ease.
It's probably all psychological.
ya know. in your head.

You really don't have to do anything.
It's all on you.
Live your life one step at a time.
Referring to Han's quote in "Tokyo Drift"
about living in fear:
"Life's simple, you make choices and you don't look back."

Don't let anything, especially a believing in tempting fate
and thinking that you have to say "knock on wood"
right after slow you down from living life.

Just live it out to the best of your ability.
If something bad happens, well then so what.
shit happens all the time.
There's probably something worse happening to someone else.
You'll always get through it somehow.
I promise.

Cock Tease

We love them, but we hate them at the same time.
It just gives us a frustrating boner.
If you're going to wear a low cut shirt as that
or if you're going to ride those jeans as low as possible,
you should at least offer a a good rub n tug.

But perhaps they're better in a way...
The mind is powerful force.
It might be stronger to imagine things
than to actually look at the hardcore
we all know and love as porn.

Take Martha Stewart as an example.
(if you're into her)
Just flip through one of her mags,
and your mind does the rest of the work.
Let's use Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition
as a better example.

Unleash your brain.
Let it wander.
Unveil your wildest fantasies.

Support

To have someone else's back.
To be their nig.

Sometimes, life is too hard to go at it alone.
We must gather the masses.
Just like a spirit bomb.

Imagine this:
So you've just made a choice for your life.
You start asking your friends, family, coworkers their thoughts
on this matter.
For me, it'd be okay if one of those three disagreed with my decision.
It would be a motivational boost for me.
But when all or the majority of them disagree, then Im at unease.
Even though it's not that many people against you, it's the people that mean the most
and it makes it feel like you're up against the world.

So in that train tunnel of darkness, find your light.
Find someone who will have your back.
who has your side. To fight for your cause.

So next time someone comes to you
for advice. for some words of wisdom.
Don't say "i don't know"
Don't say "you shouldn't have done that"
You might disagree with their cause,
but find a way to agree.
Find something.
Always be there.
Always try to support those around you.
You never know when you need others to reciprocate. hehe

Your Roots

We are all destined for great things. big feats.
No doubt about it.
We are getting to a point in our lives where decisions need to be made.
Friends move on from school to work.
People are getting married.
People you knew as a child are passing away.
It's only natural.

When you make your big move.
When you actually become someone out there.
In the real world...

Don't forget the small people.
Your roots.
Where you came from.
The people that stuck with you between thick and thin.

Don't be afraid to look back
even if your past is darker than light.

Liberation...Time to Take out the Trash

BIG ass weight just lifted off my shoulders.
Just ripped a guy's vag off my head.
I can breathe! ...once again!

It almost turned into Nazi county at the club.
One guy taking control over everything.
Having his hands in places it shouldn't be.

He should clean his finger nails...

If you ever feel like someone is stepping out of line,
take it into your hands to tell someone.
...perhaps the guy above whomever is pissing on you.

But really.
If you feel that something is unfair.
Step up. Sprout a dick.
Speak up. And change things.
Make things move.
Slap a guy. Spit in his face.
Stomp on his feet.
Make him bite the curb.
And ungently step on his head.

Boom the power is yours.

BBW's...It's a Bittersweet Thing

BBW: Big Beautiful Women, Big Busty Women

It's all good. Or is it?
Is BBW just a cover up for being obese?
Is it an excuse to be fat?
Is it trying to make it look like the fat are good looking?

mmm check out them rolls!

But honestly, we love them, just not like that.
We can't live them, but not without them either.
For some odd reason, they have the best personalities.
They're not the stuck up bitches we drool over.
Almost just like one of the guys.

You almost want to ask them out.
But you're insecurities refuse.
You don't want to be seen out in public with a whale!
"She's beached over there..."

But come on now, let's get over ourselves.
Physical appearance is easier to change than the inner core.
You could be her motivation to workout.
Her last push to fit into society.

Get over yourselves.

Bulking up this summer

yah brah gettin ripped.

After finishing optimum nutrition's gold standard whey isolates, a GNC rep told Gary and I that their product (to the left) is more pure than the Gold standard's whey. It absorbs into the blood much faster. So I gave it a shot.

I also got word of another product: Cytogenix's Cytocell.
Apparently, there is some Creatine in it, which I swore I would never take, but I'm giving up. I didn't see much result from the last protein product. But honestly, any of this is much better than the Big100 protein bars I used to take. This is purely a post-workout drink. (fruit punch flavor) It doesn't contain any protein so I would take Cytocell after a workout, then protein before bed. Sounds good to me.

Realizing that these supplements will take a financial toll on me, that just gives me more motivation to lift a little harder. To get the bang for my buck. mmm.

PS: I've been switching from protein shakes to just powder + water. I used to have shakes with milk and fruit. It was good and I was probably getting a lot of nutrients, but the protein might not have been getting absorbed as quickly as it should have been. With water, it's just protein in there. Will research more...

When to split the cost of something with another human being

How do you know when to divide the financial obligations?

There are so many factors that may sway your position either way.

You look at what you’re getting out of it.

You look at how evenly the distribution is.

You look at how long this “obligation” will last.

Who gets to keep it in the end?

You look at your relationship with the other being.

                Are you good friends?

                Acquaintances?

                A person you wouldn’t give three shits about?

How many times are you willing to say I’ll help you out before you’re fed up?

Is this someone that you know will get you back when you need it?

Is this someone you’ll probably know in your distant future?

Just be aware of where your expenses are going to.

Don’t let someone push you around if you have money.

But be there when a friend is in need.

Failure after Failure…I just keep tripping on myself

“…And success in life often comes from not giving up despite mistakes and failure. It comes from being persistent.”

This last year has been horrendous for me. Although many good things happened, I feel the bad outweigh the good this time. I am trying to break down my habits. Seeing where the good and the bad lie. What habits I should drop and continue.

I have not only let down myself, but the investor of my life aka my dad. Last year is pretty much thousands of dollars down the drain. Good job mingy.

I keep telling myself, “This is the year I will do better. This is my year.” But I keep failing to follow through. I should pin this quote on my wall. Have a solid reminder every day after waking up.

It all comes down to this year. If this is not “my year,” then I’m out.

It’s time to stop beating myself up. It only wastes my time in creating more pain and shit to think about. I should just thing proactively and ahead in the future. Know that things can only get better.

To the Good people...

Once in every so often, you come across a good person...
Like genuinely good. You instantly dig it...
Slip it in like a glove.

But not like a suck-up.
They do what they have to do.
Then bounce.
No BS. No diddy-daddling...

They can see through everyone else's BS.
They keep things fair.
Bring balance to this world.

We need more of these people.
Or do we...
We would take these people for granted
if everyone started to become "good"

The Pitiful Fruit of Our Time

While working out at my local park district...taking the usual breather...
Staring out the window at the lifeless fruit trying their hardest to get a dirty white volleyball
over the net.

It's almost pathetic.
Not a bump, not a spike.
I kinda wanna go down there and show who's boss.

Were these the people that sucked at sports in high school and college?
Or did they just lose their abilities as time passed them?

It's coed too just like in highschool...
Man do they suck...

And what's with the women's hair style?
Too short IMO...
Maybe they realized that men are superior.
Or they are fed with the heat so they chopped of their hair so
they can get some air flowage to their head.

They look like dried raisins bouncin up and down...
waiting to be picked up and eaten with lust...

Im hungry.

Premature Ejaculation

Man: That was amazing!
Woman: We'll aim for 5 minutes next time...

Feeling a little down? A little flaccid?
Do you have the problem of creaming too fast?
Don't waste your money on drogas yo.

You just have to cap your shit...
Suffocate it to death.
Squeeze the living life out of it.
Make your mushroom head purple.
Until it feels like on of your veins will just...pop.

OR think of it mentally...


Just think about how many times sadaam hussein jerked it while hiding in his man caves.
Think of clowns blowing glorious loads in your face.
Punch a baby.
Fist a cow.
Lick butt.
Drink avocado juice.

Im sure if you've thought of any of these, you'll last longer than ever.
Just don't iterate these things aloud or you'll freak your domesticated partner out.

SHAKALAKAKAKA

recognize the song?
it's from the kia soul commercial...

The Hijab

The custom headdress that Muslim women wear.
I see these girls wearing them on these nice and hot sunny days.

...and i think to myself...
They have got to be sweating balls under that scarf...
...ignorance is bliss isn't it.

I always have the urge to run around campus and pull every hijab off their head.
To let their hair breathe.
To uncover their beauty. (most of them are naturally stunning)
It's just that everything is covered up, but the eyes.
Maybe they're just ninjas in daylight...

This probably sounds so bad it's not even fair.
Just speakin my mind...

Taking a Dump = Nursing a Beer

It's stress free man!

It's a time to get a way from the world.
Box yourself in.
Relieve yourself.
Fuck the world and its problems for 5 minutes.
Nah, make it 10 minutes. you deserve it.

Take that time to think of your next move on the world.
What your next facebook status will be.
Who your next victim will be.
Take that time to reevaluate your life.
Choose your new favorite song.

...And then you realize that it's starting to smell.
You look down yonder and you see a mountain of brown piling up peaking at your exit.
It's time to enter the world once again.

**This post thought of by the wonderful minds of GI JOE and MING

The Fraternal Men of America

The Greek System in colleges...
Is it good? Is it bad?

We all wear our letters whichever they are...
It only creates competition between us.
But essentially, we are the same.
Striving to be the best...
We call each other douchebags and what nots,
but we are all the same.

You want to be a gentleman?
Well do it for yourself, not for the Fraternity.

What if every college had one fraternity and one sorority?
We would definitely have a lot more friends than enemies.
But that's probably unrealistic because who wants to live a life without enemies.

The Bliss of the Butt

Recall that scene Superbad when McLovin was eyein that redhead's ass in the hallway.
It's so true isn't it?
That ass was just beggin to be followed.

She had the see thru pants on...
G-String hanging out...
...and she does what all girls and gay guys do...
shake their ass while walking...
But not the dancing type of shaking...
It's the "one ass cheek up at a time" kind of shake.
So bubbly.

...not that I stare at gay guy's asses...
I'm just observant.

Now guys, we must not wobble our heads as McLovin did so obnoxiously. We must be discreet.
Acts of Adultery even when you're single is frowned upon by all of the vaginal gender.
Use the peripherals. If that's too hard, then just use your eyes. At least have some shades on.
So we can enjoy the luscious booty for years to come.

Getting Rid of the Grading System

Whether it be high school, undergrad, grad, a job...

Everything should be pass/fail
Screw the letters...the numbers...

What are GPAs for?
It's just another way to filter out the students that don't meet their standards...
They're judging us by the cover...
They're not giving us a full chance to prove ourselves...

Isn't our economy sucking hard knob right now?
Like full on cheek to cheek sweaty balls slapping the chin kind of sucking.

We should get rid of the grading system.
What would come of it?
There wouldn't be a filter anymore.
We would need more people to help assess the students/employees on a more personal basis.

Wouldn't that work to most of our advantages?
Most of us hate taking tests. we, well I bomb them even after countless hours of studying.
But that doesn't mean we're worthless...useless...pieces of dog deuce.
Most of us have learned from many experiences throughout our lives and no
GPA or letter grade can do that justice.

The Sun

So bright.
I don't know what to do with it.
I love the days when you can feel the sun being absorbed into your skin.
Feel the vitamin D diffusing through.

But I wonder. How is my rooster more brown than the other areas of my body.
My cock sees no light. It stays hidden until the right moment.
This confuses me.
Is vitamin D just following its gradient?
To go from highest amount of vitamin D to lowest?
Possibly. But to the point of being black compared to my yellow?
Doubtful.
If only I could say my junk was black...wooo weeee

Oh Sun...
You interest me.
We use you forever and ever and you ask for nothing in return.
How kind.
What would you like for me to do?
anything.
name it.
I'm good at returning favors.
:)

Final Examinations

It's that time of the year again.

Where we crack open our textbooks for the first time.
Wonderin where the time went.
Wonderin how im still in school.
Wonderin why the hell i bought this textbook.

Finals are here. School is practically over.
This cycle of school/summer/school/summer is gettin old.
...and for some, it's school/school/school/school. bummer.

Not this summer for me. It shall be downhill slalom and carefree.

With that in mind, let's end the semester on a strong note. Let's leave stronger than we came in.

To us.

They look so Small!

This morning, after my intense workout, I hop in the shower.
After I scrub up and massage my balls, I realized that the sac has shrunken in volume.
I was like wuhhhhhh

My sac was no longer drooping down and was tightly knitted like a brand new soccer ball.
Weird I thought.
I tried cupping them.
Felt so smalllll

I then thought about somethin dirty...
And there it was, the saggy nuts were hanging low once again!

Knowing when to Lie

How do you know when to lie?

Well first of all, you have to know HOW TO lie...

1. Straight face
2. Look them in the eyes
3. No sign of nervousness
4. Think about the lie before you say it.
5. Make sure the person you're lying to doesn't know who or what you're lying about.
6. Make sure there aren't any ties back to you.

When you've got these things down, then you have power.
...And with great power comes great responsibility

Lie for the good of lying...
To help others...
To protect others...
To make others laugh...

It's better to stay out of all the BS, but shit happens. you gotta do what you gotta do.

Free

As I was sitting on the couch on the second floor of the library...
Trying to do my homework while gazing out the window at the porch...
I saw a bird, standing on the railing, then bent over, to excrete some fecal matter.

Wouldn't that be the life?
To not have any worries but what to eat and where to shit.

Right now, I have so many old and new decisions to make. It's hard to keep track of them all.
This summer is definitely one to look forward to. To just let everything go and not worry one bit.

The only studies I'll be doing are of women and the MCATs.

The Hot Dog Between the Bun

Ya like weiner dogs?
Especially from Chicago?
And especially from baseball games.

Good, but I'm talking about the better more sexual hot dog here. Get queasy easily? Leave now...please.

It was a good Wednesday morning when a friend gave me the idea to write about clits (clitorises)
Even though I am inexperienced in that area, a shit load of ideas came rushing into my cranium.

I mean...There is a huge variety out there.
There are as many types of clits as there are dicks.
The clit has many aliases:
The mini dick
The power button
The doorbell
Bitch dick
Pussy pebble

I hear that the clit is made of the same skin cells that make up the head of our one-eyed fish.
So come to think of it, why are so many guys afraid to give head?
You know how far you can go once you have mastered the art of tongue fisting?
As ma boy Emeril Lagasse would say, "You'd be kickin it up a notch."

What's that? Your girl has a big one?
Well in that case, it might feel like you're suckin on some manhood. Just suck it up...literally.
Maybe to take your mind off things, you should do something with your hands...
To think of it, the bigger it is, the better. The more sensitive it'll be from whatever you're doing...
More power to ya.

Ya know how guys get random bones here and there?
Even when the moment isn't right.
Well, I'm willing to bet girls get em too...
They're just better at hiding it...

Jibbidy Jabbidy

All Talk.

You all know what it is...
To not follow through with said promise.
It doesn't even have to be a promise.
You lose trust. You lose credibility.
Not to mention that I don't want hear every word coming out of your mouth because I know it's just BS.

But there is way to regain it all back.
By fulfilling your words with actions.

If you're on the other side of said "all talk," then take those words lightly. Don't hold it to them.
Especially if you don't want to lose a friendship.

As in Basketball, it's all about follow-through.

PS: This post is geared towards everyone, not a select few.

A Big Sigh of Relief

Don't you love the feeling of explosions?
After perhaps hours of building it up?

If you don't know what I'm talkin about, I will try to relate it to something similar...
Imagine spending a lot of time studyin for an exam. Just one subject, doesn't need any more...
Maybe even all-nighters...for several nights...Our body technically only needs 5 hours of sleep...
And it's test day. You blaze through that shit. Look around and people are violently erasing the mistakes they thought they made. You look over your shit thrice more times...

You hand it in...smile...and let out the biggest sigh of relief while muttering, "That was really easy!" or "That wasn't too bad..." It's to psych people out...no biggie.

But that sigh of relief. After a big test. Could even be a quiz.
The feeling of release. Of Freedom.
Weight has lifted off your shoulders.
You can breathe once again...
You exhale. And Hold. For a second there, you're carefree.
Now run wild.

...And next time...try holding that explosion in as long as you can...it's good practice.
Every time you feel the eruption, cap that shit. Think of shoving your nose in a prolapsed anus.

How do you like your Pink Taco(s)

Meaty?
Tons of salad?
How bout some of that good ol cheese?
We should get some salsa in there too...

Or do you prefer it bare. just the shell, hard or soft...
tortillas....yum

Imagine pinching to two butterfly lips down there...
Turning it into a scrumptious fur-burger...
Im licking my lips as we speak...

I recently crossed the border to manhood...

On special occasions, I like to go all out...
Like pick up a razor and make some artistic shit down there...
Landing strips...
The Hitler...
Smiley Faces...
Peace Sign...
The Middle Finger...

The good part is that if you mess up, just give it a week, and you're back to where you started...
Just be sure not to knick yourself and draw blood...

Routines

It's Daunting...Sitting here...
The smell of dead carcass doesn't phase me anymore...
Same old routine everyday.
Get up at 8 am. Brush my teeth. Wash my balls.
Check myself out for 5 minutes.
Do the ritual Facebook email check.
Head out the door.
Text the CTA command center to see when my fucking bus is coming.
Ride for 3 minutes in a crowded ass bus full of color, fat, and human raisins.
Go to class, daydream, take some notes. smile at the teacher.
Head to the pier room. say hi and bye to everyone.
Lab time...More like study time...
I usually walk to lab with the occasional ride from the roommate after a starbucks run.
Every person I walk past is just another soul following their ritual...
...Are those uggs? In the summer? With that skirt? ...Nice...
It may be:
Heading to class to learn, to teach
Begging for money to buy a cup o coffee from mcdonalds and bum there to get free refills
Picking up a girlfriend from work

Whatever it may be, we all have a daily routine...
Whenever we get the chance to change it...to spice things up...
I say we take it...

To have Friends...

...Is very important...

They're there to make us laugh, to make us cry...
They're there to pull all-nighters with you...(couldn't do this shit by myself)
They're there through the good and the bad...
There's bullshit, then there's real shit
You and your friends go through the bullshit, but your friends will have your back through the slimy, stinky shit.
No matter what happens between friends, just hug it out...as Michael Scott would say...
Don't waste any time holding dumb grudges against each other...
Life itself is hard enough...

Perfection

Hopefully, we strive to do our best at whatever (it is) we are doing.

Whether it be playing sports, lifting weights, homework, a test.
We should always focus 100% at whatever is at hand.
Don't half-ass a job because you're texting on the side.
Some distractions may be too tempting to resist (perhaps facebook or youtube)
Or you might be too exhausted during a test and isn't willing to go over it a second time.
If it gets too out of hand, get a friend to change the password.
Perfection will always be a long ways a way from wherever we are.
We strive and we strive and yet we continue to fail. (at least I do)
Never forget what you failed and excelled in.
When you take on a new task, think of all the times you have failed to boost your motivation.
Just keep that goal of Perfection in mind...

Let's Get Down to the Nipples

Now we're talkin...

You got your:
Cross-Eyed Nips
The East and West Nips
The boink boink Turkey's Done Nips (see employee of the month)
The Stevie Wonders (P1: What are they sayin stevie?) (Stevie: They're sayin, "suck me")
The Radio Knob (Tune that shit)
The Italian Meats (Salami and Pepperoni)
The no milk, all tit (true story)
You got ones that can nurture the people of Haiti...with one tit.

No matter your flavor, big brown and round or small tight and white...
All tits can be satisfied...

So do your part and start sucking!

"Paging Dr. Faggot!"

To have your friends run into your class and yell, "Paging Dr. Faggot!" would make my day. In order for that to happen, I'd have to get into medical school. (that's at least part of the process to becoming an MD)
No matter how embarrassing your dumbass friends can be, on the inside, you smile, pat yourself on the back, and know that you made it.

To be able to walk down the street in your white coat or scrubs and have people checkin you out. and you think to yourself...BOSS. Wouldn't that be nice? But it shouldn't be the only reason to become a doctor...lol

In this post, I will try to hammer out a good reason to attend medical school. If there's a way, there's a will.
My chances of getting into a medical school in the states are coming to a slim thread.
Now picture yourself pulling your hair in front of you. Take a razor. Thin your hair. That's me as school continues. This works the same for pubes as well.

I still have the Caribbean to look forward to. (Lower Requirements) Every year, more prospects look towards the Caribbean for their medical degrees. More of these school are becoming accredited. They might not have as many opportunities and residencies there, but what the hell. It's my only shot at the title. I'd be away from my friends and family for 4 years. It would be hard, but new friends and family will be made. (Not replacements, but you get the idea)

Now I must ask myself, "Why do I want to become a doctor?"
For the money? -->of course, but it's not the number 1 reason...
For the satisfaction I get after making someone's life more comfortable? -->yes, but this can be done in other professions (DO, PA, Nursing)
Just have the title, MD after my name? -->sure, that wouldn't hurt...
Having been brought up my whole life thinking about becoming a doctor and nothing else? --> yup

The things I could do as an MD are superior to those of Nurses, PA, and DOs.

I need a really good reason to pursue this degree. If helping people medically is really what I want to do, then I can easily do that as a PA. They have more contact and interaction with patients than the doctors do anyways.

It's pretty much "More personal, more interaction vs more responsibility and more managerial-type position."

The Mental Exhaustion of Exams

Organic Chemistry.
The Anti-Christ of school. Okay, maybe not Anti-Christ, but bad seed for sure.
I pulled another All-Nighter. Filled with 5 minute efukt breaks, Sweet-Hawaiian flavored chips,  and two medium cans of Red Bull.
The Red Bulls didn't do much. I still could have passed out in an instant.
Honestly though, this was one of the more easier exams in comparison with the past. Every epiphany obtained was a step towards understanding this chaos of a class.
The problem this time was just exam after exam after exam. All from different classes. When it wasn't an exam, it was a quiz or a lab. How can I pick up my grades when my attention is divided between 5 classes. I don't want to blame Orgo for my problems or make any excuses for my failures, but life is all about over coming these problems. The question I have to ask is whether I should have taken a mix of Gen-Eds and major-related bs.
If I had done that, I wouldn't be where I would be now. Without completing the courses I need to understand the concepts I am learning in lab, then I wouldn't be doing research right now which is very essential to whatever I want to do in the future. Next spring, the semester will be filled with Gen-Eds all day everyday.
If I were to choose lifting weights between taking an exam, it'd be lifting weights. I would max out every muscle group before choosing to take a test.
You know the exhaustion you feel after lifting weights?
Imagine this:
After doing a hard set of bicep curls, your arm is throbbing, muscle is inflated, the veins are about to pop, and you can't set your arm straight.
Now imagine this:
Organic Chemistry. 10 pages. You're getting the jitters from the energy drinks. You recognize a problem from the practice, but it escapes you. You squeeze every neuron in your brain. You feel your brain going numb. You look up and 5 minutes have passed. ahh fuck. now repeat.

Adventures and Exploration Galore

Last Thursday, before clashing with my titans, I went on a local adventure with the gang. We trooped through the building of Arts and Architecture. As we trekked inside, we gazed with drool dripping from our jaws (at least I did) at how amazing some of the work that these students are doing.
I applaud thee!

As we asked for directions in this maze of a building, every student besides our very own MEOW knew exactly what window to climb out of. The snail popped the window off. One after another, we climbed through the window, some more graceful than others.

Right then and there, I have already surpassed the last feat which was CMW. The view of the Willis...Sears Tower was magnificent. As we walked around, we found ladders. Why not climb them right?! I felt like a kid again. We got on top and the view was of course even more biblical. I could imagine myself goin out there on a nice sunny day to study and brown.
**Good times Gung Ho Joe Blow Massive Loads Davacious on top of BSB.**

The hard part was getting down. I wanted to try sliding down the ladder like the cool people do. If only I had gloves. I'd probably end up with rusty shards in my palms even if I did that with gloves on...

We all need that sense of adventure. That sense of spontaneity. A lot of people are too lazy to do anything. Or they're too busy. The usual homework, quiz, exam excuse. Just Do It.