May has been & will be, epic.

So my weekend was stellar! Holy fuck? Yeah...holy fuck!
I actually slept on Friday night for once! I know, I stayed home on a Friday night, soft tings, yeah, yeah...get over it! I slept for once, and I felt like sex the next morning. Saturday was epic because Pacquiao destroyed Hatton! Like, when I say destroyed, I mean he fucking murked him, so hard! The second round wasn't even over son; that fucking hook almost took Hatton's head off too. mad respect to pacman! Plus I got to spend the night with my babygirl! What a sweetheart. Today was sickkkkkk! So I had this gig at the Verdi Convention Centre to celebrate Asian Heritage Month, and I was pretty fucking nervous. I thought that it was gonna be some whatevs, B rate asian event, filled with a bunch of nobody's trying to be somebody; I was fucking wrong! Every ballin' asian from Toronto, and the GTA, and beyond, was there. These people had cake man, like they were fucking wealthy. So you can see why I was so fucking nervous, I mean, I hadn't really practiced, and these people had paid like 3 bills to sit here, and watch me sing. But I did great, thanks to the encouragement of my number 1 fan, so thank you babygirl! Oh, and I got paid $110 for singing for about 6 minutes, sick as. And, and, and, the bonanza is coming!!!!!! 5 more days!

Fuck Class.

I'm sitting in the school library right now, because period five was scrapped...fucking boring fucking shit. I want the birthday bonanza to come now!

Untitled.

That girl on the left, her name is Ella, and she's the love of my life.

To the "Les Mis" gentlemen: FML.

After hearing about how amazing the first show was, I really wanted to watch it. I'm kind of upset I didn't watch the show 1) because this would have been the first time I would have actually gotten to see my boys sing, like, really sing, and not just drown in the noise of our shitty choir. 2) Because I hear that the show is epic, and I like epic things. 3) Because I know you fuckers would support me, and I feel bad for not supporting you. Yeup, fail on my part. So since, I will be a no show, I demand a copy of the CD you guys recorded, and also a copy of the show on DVD!

This long weekend.

So the weekend is looking bright right now! Really, really fucking bright, both literally and symbolically. Today I got to spend time with my babygirl Ella, and it was a blast - every single moment of it. Then the day got even better because I got to see my boys Fred and Mike who always provide the good times, bogues, and good times, and good times at Mr. Green Jeans. (By the way Mike, those Camels are vicious, you should lay off those.) So then they dipped, and I was by myself downtown for a couple hours - loner I know - but damn it was beautiful outside! People were merry, the weather was wonderful, and the bogues were plenty - no complaints. Then I went to go pick up Ella from her dance practice and finished the day with her, as well as my boy Nathan, and his woman, Angela. In a nutshell: Ella + seing my peoples + smoking mad bogues + great weather + Mr. Green Jeans = a beautiful day.

Tomorrow is going to be a bittersweet day for me - I think (well hope) it will be more sweet than bitter, though. It's my mom's birthday (she would have been turning 53 tomorrow), and it sucks how we're going to celebrate it without her, and before you start going, "Well she's with you in spirit", let me tell you, yes I know, but it still fucking sucks. It will be a happy day though because I will have the ones who matter to me the most by my side to celebrate this occassion; my mom would appreciate that. In a nutshell: My mother's birthday + my loved ones x a shitload of crying = a day I will always remember.

Sunday is going to be ill because I plan to get some major sleepage [sic] ( [sic] means that I realize that "sleepage" is not a word), and that is all I have to say about that, lol. In a nutshell: sleeping = just as good as sex.
Forget that...no sleep was had today.

R&B Currently Sucks.

What has happened to R&B? Honestly, R&B artists today suck, they fucking suck, and it's because all they can really do is open their mouths and follow a few melodies. R&B artists of the past were musicians, and they understood music. Chris Brown is the epitome of garbage R&B. Anyone with a half decent ear for music would realize that. 'Though I must give kudos to Ne-yo, Raphael Saadiq, and Robin Thicke, for bringing back musicianship into R&B.

P.S. D'Angelo, fuck you! You were going to be the fucking saviour of R&B, but you were a cunt who loved drugs, fuck. Anyways, check out this clip of D'Angelo, when he was still a stud: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MbGdc5Nx8Y&feature=related

My Love Affair with Rothman.

Ahhhh, cigarettes.

What would I be without you?

Healthier? Possibly.

More athletic? Possibly.

Sexier? Doubt it, I'm already a stud.

Just let me live my life, and if I die of cancer or some cigarette related disease, then I say unto you: IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED, AND I HAVE NO REGRETS, FUCKER.