Friday, April 30, 2010
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.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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.
Monday, April 26, 2010
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.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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!
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!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
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.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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...
Monday, April 12, 2010
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...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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...
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...
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...
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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!
Friday, April 9, 2010
"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."
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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.
Tig Ol Bitties vs Perky Teets
What's your preference?!
Do you prefer the ones you can tie in a knot?
The ones you can motorboat?
The ones you play ping pong with?
With me, as long as they're real, they're golden. good. solid.
Recently, I was a witness to a biblical video of a woman with some massive hoohahs. Supposedly, they are each 40 lbs. She crushed cans. She held up a keg with one tit. And Held up two bowling balls. No hands of course.
Now during her interview, you could see her gut since her knockers sagged down to her knees. This woman was also charged with knocking some guy out with them 40lb kettle bells. I would post the vid, but some people just can't take it. If you really want to see it, it's on efukt.
A really good question to ask is:
Would you prefer a flat chested (now I mean no lumps, humps, or bumps) broad or a the same girl with DD silicone air bags in her?
Most of the time, the plastic surgeon doesn't do a good job. Post-surgery, the nips usually point in opposite directions. Imagine her doing reverse cowgirl. She leans and places her arms on your chest. And her chest looks like a pair of hot air balloons lifting off. Tie her down, she's about to fly away!
So she takes your advice and stays natural. Are those mosquito bites enough to quench your thirst to motorboat those sons of a bitches?! Probably not. But if she loves you enough to take your advice, I'm sure you love her enough to look past the flat chest and continue to plow your way to victory. Look at it this way, most of the smaller chested females have tight innies.
There will always be highs and lows in every situation.
You just have to keep thinking positive and don't look back.
Of course, there's more to boobs than the actual boobs. You have to take into account the firmness/distance between the two, nips...
I'll save that for another time...
Vaginal Discharge
It depends on how you look at it. Vaginal Discharges can be nature's way of recycling a woman's body or it can also be seen as a vagina that has gone through 5 bouts with Rocky and went to war with Rambo and is now puking its bloody mucus membranes out. This is the body's way of refreshing itself. Out with the old, in with the new.
I just learned of a term called "Vaginal Douching." I just had to click on that link. It is the women's version of flushing out the radiator or cooling system in the car. The reason to do is double-check/make sure there isn't any bloody mucus left in there. Just imagine, you're goin' down on her, and there is this stench of a rotting tuna sandwich between her legs. You should tell her to douche herself. That is just a big misconception though because another stench may arise after the douche. It is also stated as "unhealthy." After all of this evolution, I'm sure the body had a good grip on life with those mucus secretions. (Most of the time) Next time you hit up the pink taco stand, go in with a hard hat and an oxygen tank to overcome that amazing (yummm...tuna.) yet gut wrenching stench of yeast.
On the other hand, vaginal discharges may (in a way) mean something beautiful. Once again, you're workin' between the legs with that amazing tongue of yours. And all of a sudden, she grabs your arms, pulls your hair, starts shaking like there's an earthquake brewing inside her. All of this is building up to the sexual eruption known as squirting (female ejaculation). Some may call it piss. Some don't. Don't be scared, just take it as a compliment because it only comes out when you do a good job.
Vaginal Discharges...Could be good, but it's mostly bad. (There are usually more periods than ejacs unless you're a God...OR Goddess). But working together with your partner is the best way to get rid of the smell. You can get her a gift (Im sure there are products out there that hinder the smell). You can crack jokes about it. "Time for daily tuna sandwich!" But everything I just described is entirely normal of women to do. It might be nasty as shit, but there's nothing you can do about it. So just sit back or lean forward and eat away...
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Featured Article: The Consuming Anxiety of College
The Consuming Anxiety of College
Although it feels as if only yesterday my teachers were enthusiastically kicking off the school year, my junior year is coming to a quick, and a somewhat unwanted end. Despite the many ACTs, school projects, and even social relationships that dragged this school year out, there’s no denying that senior year is dawning upon my classmates and me; a year that will really test our ability to ward off senioritis – you’re average AP kid’s procrastination times two.
Consequently, many of us are already fretting about the colleges we’re thinking about applying to; incessant stressing over our mediocre transcript that will soon turn into our ticket in. I am no exception to this, as I’m just your average Asian AP student, loading on as many APs as I possibly and humanely can before I leave high school. But through it all, I’ve come to an absolute fact that many of us cannot ignore if we plan on standing a chance at getting in to the college of our dreams: I don’t stand out.
As it stands, I have one extracurricular activity in addition to my mostly A’s, with B’s sprinkled throughout, transcript. I’m not in National Honors Society, I’ve volunteered for about 3 hours total so far, and well generally, I don’t do much to gain recognition in my school. In the mentality of my friends, this is considered college application suicide. However, even those who are currently in National Honors Society, have an almost obscene amount of clubs and activities under their belt, have been recognized nationally in some way or another, and even have that perfect 5.0 GPA fret about their chances of getting in – to Ivy Leagues anyways. Yet the relationship is the same for students like me, aiming for that half-match and half-reach college that we desire to attend. So the question is, “What can I do to make myself stand out to college admissions? How much can you do when your chance is in piece of paper in an ocean of others that are never going to be given a second look?” Well the answer is ridiculously simple: write a kick-butt essay.
Clearly, my chances aren’t helped by my less than mundane record. In fact, I’m willing to bet that at least half of the students in my class don’t have a great record either. But just because I don’t do the normal things other students do, doesn’t make me worse than them. What I lack for in records and achievements, I make up for in something I learned from my AP Psychology class: Abraham Maslow’s theory of self-actualization.
Self-actualization’s definition is the motive to realize all of one’s potential. At first, I didn’t exactly understand what this meant. It seemed rather vague and subjective, as did much of the other theories we had previously learned. However, it wasn’t until I began to question some of the quirks I had did I truly understand what self-actualization was.
To name a few idiosyncrasies, I practice writing with my left hand in my free time, being righty dominant. I teach myself how to fight with a bo staff after school, for about an hour to two hours a day. I usually read four books simultaneously and make good progress in each at the same time. All of these things are strange, to say the least, and at a glance, hardly helps my chances of impressing anyone. But give it another look real quick, and I’m sure the question “Why?” comes into your mind. Well to me, that’s a no-brainer. It’s because I want to improve myself in every single way that I can, or as psychologists would call it, self-actualization.
To be put out of psychological terms, I write with my left hand because I think it’d be awesome to be ambidextrous. I train with a bo staff to practice my fluidity and strength. I read four books at the same time in order to test the limits of my memory and improve it if anything. The reasons I give may not be commonly shared by other people my age, but it’s what sets me way apart from the students who just join clubs because it’ll look good. I only do things that would better improve a skill, any skill for that matter, and that, I believe is an invaluable trait.
Given that I can apply this to nearly anything, be it learning how to play an instrument, start a fire from scratch, or learning a new language, the possibilities are endless. I truly believe that a student who’s motivated by just learning anything is worth more than the top ten students combined. Sure, they’ll offer brilliant minds, but narrow ones at that whereas I may not be a true expert in anything, but have knowledge in so many other things.
This is perhaps an audacious claim to some, but that’s precisely what I’m aiming for. I stand out. No more do I seem just a lazy person who doesn’t want to join every club that’ll try to impress the college I intend to go to. I don’t even look that bad for my A’s and B’s transcript. The point is I stand out in your mind for the different things I do and the very theory behind it.
So now my question to you is, “What are the things you do that set you apart from others and what makes you do them?” That is the key to a stand out college essay.
Complements to Timothy Chan
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