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Saturday, February 17th, 2007
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Don't really use LJ anymore~ But I want someplace to document these weird dreams~
Couple dreams I had a few days ago:
I was in some community place and I saw Zack Morris and AC Slater from Saved by the Bell. I didn't have anything to say to them, and as I walked past them, I saw Kelly. I decided to hit on her, and Zack saw me do so. He got mad and we ended up in a fist fight, which somehow transformed into a western.
In the western, I was backed up to a rock wall that was brown, and the area kind of looked like cs_militia. Anyways, I had a revolved and a cowboy was walking up to me. I knew he was trouble so I drew my gun, he had his out, and we both shot at each other. For some reason, these revolver acted like flintlocks, so we could only fire one shot each.
We both then drew swords, rapier's I think, and began some hot sword fighting. Suddenly, out of no where, "the girl I love" who looked like some mexican girl in a white frilly dress appeared and was captured by a second cowboy with a sword, who started to cut her in attempts to kill her. I ended up killing both of them, and I remember kissing the mexican girl in victory, then finding her wrists cut and picking her up to get help.
Dream I just had:
(Last night I was watching showcase with all their sex shows (Seemed like the only thing on at the time!) that included pretty much 'family business' which I'm sure influenced the dream entirely)
I can't remember how I got to this part at all, but this is what I do remember. I think me and a troop of people ended up in some kind of dungeon, and I think we were pokemon masters or something. Anyways, it was a haunted place and there was ghosts of children trying to haunt us. I think I kept trying to punch them in the face but they would disappear just before I do. Eventually we got to an exit area and there was a middle-age mexican ghost who demanded we say his name properly before he let us go. It was nearly impossible because it was so long, but then I looked at his hat and it had the name "Enrique Enry" (Pronounced like the French 'Henry'). I asked him if his name was Enry, he said it was but he wanted a new name. I told him we had no time for making up long ass names, and he should be proud of Enry because it was a kick ass name.
He then told us behind him was his sister and her friends, who were very much alive. I looked over his shoulder, and they were all asian girls in lingerie. It seemed like a hostbess bar, so I jumped over the couches that were infront of us and started talking with them. I can't remember if they were sad that I left, but I somehow ended up at residence. There were a bunch of frat boys and stripper types who were really hot, especially this one blonde. Their room was some kind of party room, and I remember the stripper girls were insisting on talking with me, even though the blondes parents were in the room with them. I think the blonde left the room and a stampede of guys chased her wherever she went, and I ended up running with them. Though after a few moments, I broke from the group and went to school because I heard we would be having a fitness exam in SSC (which didn't make sense, since SSC is a course in Seneca which is supposed to teach you the benefits of studying and group work and other bs).
So, I went to Seneca@york for school and the entire building was completely different from what it really is. From what I can remember, I was jumping on stair railings and sliding down, looking for a caffeteria with hot asian girls. I ended up finding a weird food place in the school that looked like an outdoor ramen stand, but it was all vending machines. For some reason I was seeing people from highschool.
Anyways, I was walking to the top floor and I bumped into some girls, who I think were Indian or pakistani, even though they looked white. It was kind of odd, but even though I said sorry and looked completely sincere, she was pretty rude. So I ran up to her and whispered something with a racial undertone and started laughing as I walked away. I remember thinking to myself I had a story to tell everyone when I saw them again.
I walk over to this black Honda Civic hatchback and place my bag on its roof. I started rearranging my stuff and I notice some guys looking at me. I think "oh snap, this might be his car" so I zip it up and walk about 2 meters from the car. I see him get into another car, but hear the civic's locks open. I look back and the owner of the civic is walking to his car, and I think to myself "I'm glad I moved when I did".
I start to walk towards the street as it's getting dark, and the area looks like some kind of Japanese suburb residential area, just with white trash building and broken metal fences. Then I realize "oh shit, I'm just a little north of Jane and Finch, im gonna be fucked". I get onto this one lane road and start walking down. All of a sudden I see this white trailer park guy with his dog, and the dog isn't on a leesh. It bolts towards me, and I say to myself "There's no need to worry. I'm not scared of dogs so there's no fear for him to sniff". Which kinda proved true even though the dog was only barking at me, I'm sure if I had pet it we'd all be good. Anyways, the white trailer park guy is just staring at me with a smile, and I think "Fuck, this asshole must be a racist. He's gonna try to sick the dog on my ass". The dog was kinda weird, it was clearly a dog, but it looked a lot like a monkey too, and its front legs almost acted like arms.
Anyways, the trailer park guy grabs the dog by the neck and pushes it back. I looked down and see a knife in his hand. I say in a cool and uncaring manner "Alright man, I'll give you anything you want. My wallet? My jacket?". I said it in such a demeanor because I believed I was in a dream, and if I wasn't, giving him anything I want should spare my life.
Suddenly, he looks me dead in the eyes, raises his knife and says "No, I'll pay you one million dollars if I get to anal rape you"
"oh holy fucking shit, this shit better be a fucking dream or I'm seriously screwed." I decide to check around for any signs that I might be in a dream, because this situation was seriously unbelievable. For some reason, I ignored the obvious signs of a dream by trying to read something more then once or checking time often. I looked at his face and noticed a mole, and everything looked astonishingly real, and I concluded that I was fucked, as it was real life.
All these thoughts of me getting killed trying to escape now ran through me head, as there was no quarters to accept my ass rappage willingly.
"umm... no, I'll give you my wallet. There's no need for ass raping man"
We then set in a stand off of staring for a few seconds. And then, I woke up.
"Man, I dream some fucked up shit"
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Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
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mmm, ohh yes~
Medieval: Total War 2 has consumed me.
"I speak Spanish to God, French to Men, Italian to Women, and German to my horse"
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Wednesday, November 1st, 2006
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Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
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The only word I can use to describe how I'm feeling right now is "FUCK".
Too much of this is bullshit. I don't know how to prevent myself from going crazy.
Fuck. Fucking Fuckity fuck fuck.
I seriously hope the reason why I'm on this path reveals itself soon or gives me a hint, because without some light I'm fucking stumbling in the dark.
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Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
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Do you know what lies, in the Holy Land?
A New World.
A man who, in France, had not a house... is, in the holy land, the master of a city.
He who was the master of a city begs in the gutter.
There, at the end of the world... you are not what you were born... but what you have it in yourself to be.
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Friday, September 22nd, 2006
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Marek demands, I supply.
College life is a bit different from how I had lived in Mississauga.
Gone from rarely drinking to nearly drinking every night, I have a few stories to atleast entertain a group of monkeys for a few minutes. But only a few.
We've established the 506 Society, however it's not yet been formally recognized... you know.. amongst... us... Anyways! The 506 Society includes such notables as keeku (laff!), The Contract Killer, Tom Cruise (AKA Dr. Cruise), and Medieval Man. We are looking to expand the society to possibly include Rahn Jeremy, Eminem (AKA Ray Ray), and maybe Bacchus in the near future.
Almost got into a drunken fight the other night after a guy insulted my choice of beer... After I had insulted his. Would have been over something stupid, but I would've, and still would, take any excuse to punch a goofy looking bastard with curly hair. I was stricken with a serious case of Mexican-itus though as I was sitting down at the time, and was feeling far too lazy to even get up to piss, much less fight. Seriously.
Found my home away from home~ Kenzo Ramen Shop. It's on Yonge street north of Finch, I absolutely love that place! The noodle actually resembles somewhat to the ones I had in Japan, and the broth <3 I would die for this ramen place. (Popular rumour suggests I put the managers children through college).
Apparently some girl who is really digging me has the ability to see into my room clearly (From hers). Which, to say, is kinda freaky.
More to tell! But 'tis 2:45am, and I have ze class in the ze morning >_
I bid thee adiue internet world! Till we meet again~! (In the next post, of course)
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What the fuck? 4 years after and I'm still having dreams about her?
Something's fucked up in my unconcious!
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Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
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Man, nobody knows respect or how to show proper etiquette in this mutha-fuckin society =\
Serious disrespect being given all around
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Monday, September 18th, 2006
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Taking on curves and turns at 160 kph seriously feels soooooo good
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Sunday, August 13th, 2006
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Takako totally won the drinking contest >_
She was chugging down the sake and whiskey while I was crying like a sissy boy :S
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Thursday, August 10th, 2006
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ahh, I'm going to miss everyone from Japan :(
Even made some kick ass friends an hour before my flight on the trains.
Shinjuku is awsome! I'll forever consider it my second home <3 (No I'm not a japfag... it's an awsome city)
Roppongi was gay... But I'm sure I'll enjoy it when I go with friends... (Probably guy friends! hah!)
Harajuku.. So much awsome style! Too bad I couldn't go on Sunday like me and Maya planned to :( Lots of cosplay that day
Shibuya... Merely okay! Guess I didn't know what to do there.. haha
Ueno was really nice, lots of cultural stuff, zoo and museum's there!
Akihabara was certainly kicked ass... The maid cafe I went to Takako with lived up to some expectations.. failed on others! haha
Asagaya's tanabata festival was pretty fun too! I started to get a little on the drunk side while Takako seemed completely sober the entire time (And she drank nearly as much as me)
I also loved Fujinomiya in Shizuoka! Nozomi~~ Take me back there one day! Onegai Shimasu!!
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Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
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haha, I think I just got tipsy off Sapporo, not sure but I'm feeling something... hohohoooooo
I was feeling shitty yesterday, but today is a whole lot better after I chilled with maya and yuki.
Also, I dont know if this plagues or blesses anyone else, but do you sometimes play music in your head when you see certain things or events around you?
Maybe it's just my subconcious trying to entertain me while I'm solo in Japan, but I've been getting music in my head for a lot of things lately. For example:
A lot of times when I see people in wheelchairs, and forgive me for this, I get the music "Speedy speed boy" or "Speed Racer" music stuck in my head while I'm passing them.
Or last week when I was heading to the JR Shinjuku station, I saw this japanese guy in a tanktop with his gf behind him running up this long flight of stairs. Immedialy the music "You're the best, around, nothing's ever gonna keep you down" starts playing in my head like it's some kind of Rocky thing. I tried hard to hold back my laughter, but the moment he reached the top, he raised both his hands in the air in triumph and started jumping.. I couldn't help it from there.
Also while in Harajuku, I saw this japanese guy on a bike wearing something like a mexican-wrestling mask, I immediatly burst into laughter in his face.. Not the most polite of things, but hell was it funny.
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So I get off the 404 North at Finch, and just as I make the left turn off the ramp, the car jerks a little to the left and right, I know something's up with one of the wheels.
Twenty seconds later as I drive towards the Seneca (my school) residence, I can hear the front left tire grinding against the ground, the tire blew a major whole and I had to drive about 20 kmh for another minute or two towards the residence parking.
By the time I parked, the entire tire was gone.
So, I pay my residence fee's and start to try to drive towards a garage or some crap, when the residence security guard notices my plight and calls over a support vehicle. Luckily, I had a full-spare tire in the back and we attached that, and off was I on the way back to Mississauga~
But low, the moment I get onto the 404 South, I'm reminded why many people are afraid of trucks on the highway.
So I'm driving next to this huge ass truck, and I'm about midway through it's length. Suddenly, I see this small yellow light flashing on its right side, start to get a little paranoid (rightly) and stop the gas, and slowly fall behind the truck.
Meanwhile, there was another car infront of me, who didn't follow suit. As I got behind the truck, I saw the right single going off (thus the middle yellow light flashing), and suddenly the truck just fucking turns right onto the lane I was on, where the other car was still on, and the truck totally ran that car off the road. I was just wide eyed, thankful it wasn't me and that the other car driver didn't get hurt.
So I continue driving, about five minutes later, I notice some dude tailgating me. I speed up, gain some distance, all is good. I check my rear-view again a minute later, and the son of a bitch is back to tailgating me. WTF?
Eventually he switched two lanes (After a few minutes of this) to the right, and gave me the finger as he drove by (Which made no sense, cause I had a car infront of me and couldn't drive any faster). This dude totally looked like pure white trash with the receeding hairline/mullet and the mega goatee. Although he drove a shitty honda, so I guess he was a wordly white trash?
Also, what the fucks up with A&W burgers tasting like friggin body odor? Seriously, I've done nothing wrong in my life to warrant this kind of treatment when I pay for food, fuck.
It's not bad enough that all these tightly packed places in Toronto have a ton of people not using deoderant, but now I gotta have my taste buds brutally assaulted by a poor patty recipie? :(
Those employee's must squeeze their pits or something into the new patch of pattie's everytime they cook.
Someone's gotta stop this injustice. (Their root beer is good though)
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Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
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Guess I was a disposable friend, huh?
Use me for awhile and toss me aside when you think you find something better-
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I STILL have a hangover from Friday, this shit is insane. I'm never drinking straight vodka ever again... Well, maybe not never, but not anytime soon!
Also, whats this facebook thing?! If you have facebook, like... Let's be friends on it, cause I need more friends to look more popular (Because internet-fame is all that matters to me!).
Edit because I'm bored and have nothing else to do
So yeah... Nick's birthday was on Friday, and we hit up Republik nightclub.
Me and Bacchus had the brilliant idea of buying 40% vodka and dumping it into a water bottle and drinking on the way to the club. I ended up downing more then half the bottle and drinking other people's mixes (Mainly the sprite/vodka one).
I had a huge buzz while on the bus, and by the time we got onto the subway I was totally wasted.
All I can remember from the bus is laughing a lot and saying sorry to everyone I bumped into~ On the subway... All I can remember is explaining why I don't ask out certain girls, and the craziest brown guy who kept yelling at us and Cory not to look or touch his girlfriend (And the dude was clearly sitting alone- I think he was schizo).
When we got into the line for the club, I had to summon all the adrenaline in my body to act sober and I remained completly silent so nobody could suspect I was drunker then Boris Yeltsin. I figure I lost my G2 license around this time while showing the bouncer my ID (Which reminds me, gotta get a new one..)
Things I remember from that night:
- Clyde trying to hit me the whole night (Soooo not letting him get drunk again)
- Me and Bacchus being complete buddies and getting excited over the smallest things
- Staring down a girl who was dancing really hot and wanting to learn how to dance like her
- Some girl who kept asking me if I was alright and me dancing to prove that I was good
- Same girl (I think) was asking if Bacchus was okay, to which I said yes - The moment she left, Bacchus puked all over the floor
- Me slamming the tables and knocking off bottles on the ground (One hit Irene in the knee! sorry!). Everytime I'd go to pick up the bottle, I'd knock a new one over >_<
- I picked up some WEMF tickets from the 102.1 lady and me and Bacchus were totally flipping out (Even though we had no idea what they were for - And if anyone wants these, give me a message)
- Me and Bacchus "speaking" Chinese for a few minutes
- Dancing like a Human male from World of Warcraft, and attempting to dance like a Night Elf female (I have no idea why)
Also, everytime I see Simon, I get so happy for some reason. And his friend was with him, Martin I think. Everytime I see him, I point and yell out "ITS THE JEW!", even though he told me he's Polish or something one time.
And EVERYTIME I go to a club, Dennis from St. Joes is there, no matter where I go. And I'm usually drunk, so I have a hard time believing he's actually there, and I ask everyone around me if he actually exists.
So yeh, all in all a good night I guess... Damn this hangover though =\
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Haaaaaa- I need some reason to keep going on-0-;;
Even though I usually go out every night now (which is getting to be a little costly...) I still feel so bored with life~~
Maybe I just need to get back into school so I have some mental stimulation >_
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http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/3418/Tsar_Bomba.html
According to commentary:
The payload was about 50 megatons. The Russians designed the bomb to carry a payload of 100 megatons, although it was not equipped due to safety concerns/inability to transfer enough materials to complete 100 megatons for the test date.
The atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima was only 20 kilotons. 1000 kilotons = 1 megaton.
That means the bomb dropped in a test was 2500 times more powerful then Hiroshima. The actual payload it was designed to carry is 5000 times more powerful.
And mind you, this is weapons technology that existed 50 years ago.
This is also the technology Russia is selling out to third world nations.
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4am, in the last 48 hours I've had a total running time of 1 hour sleep...
Can't sleep now from constant noises....
Right, let's go to 72 hours!
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