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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Saigon dep lam, saigon oi saigon oiiii!Now playing: the sound of construction and honking - the streets of Thanh Pho Ho Chi Minh Sitting in Vinh’s old room at his mother’s house. wiLLay [
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Monday, May 07, 2007
A year for ViSA '08...Now playing: Raise the Red Lantern ![]() Top: May 2006 Bottom: May 2007 We didn't plan on being in the same order...it happened spontaneously. Funny how everyone has almost the same poses too...weird...we're fading, literally (bad flash?) and figuratively... Senior year is coming up so fast...im sad...I know its gonna be over before i even realize it. =[ wiLLay [
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Friday, May 04, 2007
DJ Sammy - Why i cant tell if i admire these women, envy them, or want to be them. they're quite stunning... one of my favorite songs of all time...original version is saved for downer times. its 9 pm. about to preparty. definitely a good time. wiLLay [
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Thursday, May 03, 2007
What you do to me...Now playing: Bent - A Ribbon for My Hair I don't even know what alcohol does to me anymore, whether it amplifies emotions or creates them altogether. Last night was so weird. I got sad towards the end of the night for no legit reason, other than WANTING to be emotional. Sat down during the party and was consoled for a while. People thought I was sick (again). i wasn't. Spoke of past heartbreak, tried to explain my emotions...how when I fall for someone, i give them my everything....that its hard to untangle myself from someone even after the physical separation...im sure this all came out as drunk rambling and not nearly as coherent as im writing now. he was being so damned awkward...and this was corroborated by several different people. i was sitting on the couch, he walked over, kicked me in the shin, waved quickly, and then LITERALLY ran off. people around me who saw the exchange were like "what the fuck was that?" I honestly didn't know how to answer them. i was as confused as they were. and now i know its not all in my head. this kid doesn't quite know how to normalize relations. ugh, drunken texting is never a good idea. he asked me if i was ok. i in my drunken stupor responded with "miss you too much. thats my problem" which come today is really inexplicable. the reality is i DONT miss him and seeing him as skinny as he is now makes me realize that i don't find him as physically attractive anymore. and the more i think about it, even if we had still been going out now, we wouldve had to break it off during my 2 months abroad this summer anyway. spoke about last night with a friend today...its definitely more i miss what he represented in my life (someone to be affectionate with) than him as a person. hate the fact that i miscommunicated with him. someone please take my phone away from me when i start drinking. anyway, alcohol + emotions =never a good thing. had such weird dreams last night...one was about how i was busted for eating at a chinese buffet without paying, complete with broken chinese dialogue, indignancy, fake crying to get out of trouble, and attempts to blame a washing of the hands for why i had no stamp. it was twisted...but a fun dream. i had snuck into a buffet and was eating to my hearts content. was only caught when i went up to get a plate of steamed shrimp rolls with that sweet sauce (dim sum), holding several other plates of food, and the lady asked to see my stamp. and thats when the shit hit the fan. the chinese ladies/waitresses were old and mean. i remember saying "ni shuo tai kuai le", the waitresses rolling their eyes, and then speaking chinese slower so i could understand them. haha. i then told them to check with their staff at the front desk to prove that i had paid...i figured all us asians looked alike and that maybe someone might mistakenly recognize me as someone who had paid. didnt work. none of them said they remembered me. then i turned on the eye faucets. cried , became indignant, told them i had been a loyal customer for years (i wasnt). lol. they were gonna file charges but instead they tore up the slip and let me go, after my crying game. just told me never to come back. juan was with me. i dunno y he wasnt caught...haha. as far as i knew i left the restaurant with him still eating upstairs...lol. today was such a beautiful day....i kept smiling to myself...gorgeous red tulips outside cls (they were absolutely mesmerizing!)...and sparrows are the cutest fucking birds ever. =]and now for your viewing pleasure, a (drunken) wide-eye contest between mel, juan, and i. ironic that the asian beats the mexican....look at him! THATS the widest he can open his eyes! what a LOSER! lol. cateyed juanus... wiLLay [
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Monday, April 30, 2007
The 30th of April...Now playing: De Nuit - All That Mattered (Love You Down) Ngay quoc han hay la ngay giai phong? Day of National Shame or Liberation Day? The monumental difference in perspective within one ethnic group is fascinating to the say the least. We, Vietnamese, are split. Those in America call today the former, those who still live in Vietnam under the Communist regime, the latter. It's the day Saigon fell to the Communists/ was liberated by the Communists, ngay Sai Gon sup do/ ngay Sai Gon giai phong. I express agreement with both sides, for varying reasons. It is, indeed, a VERY dark day of shame for those Viet Kieu who were forced to leave the homeland, but also one of celebration for native Vietnamese who for more than a thousand years lived under the domination of the Chinese, the Japanese, and the French. On this day, the country was reunited as an independent nation and for that, i cannot wholeheartedly say i disapprove. i, however, still have an insurmountable amount of respect and sympathy for my parents' generation. the incomprehensible amount of hardships they went through to get us here, the debt we owe to them -- it can never be repaid. I am eternally grateful for their sacrifice. ...Though today will be universally mourned as a tragic and momentous day by all Vietnamese-Americans, I still like to look at the bright side. Of course, we Viet Kieu were also liberated on this day. We did end up in America after all, blessed with a life of opportunity, prosperity, and freedom. ![]()
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
complete...Now playing: De Nuit - All That Mattered (Love You Down) we'll always be a family. i won't ever forget. we were four then. we'll be four again. (in order of age): wiLLay [
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
me thinks im a communist...Now playing: DJ Sammy - Why (Extended mix) all right so i may have pro-communist leanings. no thats not right. i lead idealistically toward communism...or prolly more toward socialism. my vietnamese professor suspects im with the reds after i went on a little tirade in a reading response about how the (south) vietnamese here in america (who are vehemently anti-communist) should explain to the younger generation both sides of the story, including the part about the communists and their idealism. To be fair, i was merely saying all this bc the objective perspective is the only one that's wholly truthful. anyway, for my final project he recommended that i translate an article in vietnamese about the "evil deeds of the communist army", an article written by south vietnamese authors, which to simply put it, is not as objective as i would have liked. i think its pretty obvious he's trying to sway me away from the red flag with the gold star...add to that the fact that we've been studying the cultural revolution in chinese history all week (my favorite part of all chinese history btw). ive been thinking about it lately and i KNOW if i had been living in the 60s and 70s i SOOOO would have been a red guard. something about the pure idealism of the communist revolution, the enormity of the situation, the idea that i could directly affect some change on my country, alter the nation's history (presumably) for the better, it all would have been my cup of tea...beatin people left n right (hah jk...beating intellectuals jus aint right...i never quite understood y they did that...). The RED everywhere would have totally sealed the deal (its my favorite color). Red just has so much inherent meaning...passion, love, blood, rage...its a striking color...and it has the ability to provoke extreme emotion....The bright red hues all over the place would have whipped me intro a frenzy...a communist frenzy....lol. there's just something about idealism too (including that of communism) that always seems to hook me. i blame sailor moon. that show is mad idealistic. it instilled in me a rather large dose o' ideals, especially the belief that mankind is inherently good. i suppose i do stick by those same principles today....to a point. im not going to ignore reality either though. I keep my ideals close to the heart (in the form of hope), but i live in the realm of practicality. oh and i want one of those badass red arm bands too. somethin about the yellow sickle and hammer arranged as they are against a red background...ish quite asthetically pleasing... anyway, i admire communism/socialism in theory. IN THEORY. i know in practice, its a goddamn shitshow bc some people (mao included) fuck it up...which is a shame but for now, that's just the way mankind is...im sure at some point in humanity's future, society will be more conducive and human nature will be less....selfish... wiLLay [
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Monday, April 23, 2007
Out of fuckin' control...Now playing: Annie Lennox - Why What an odd Sunday...been feeling strange all day. Can't even quite put my finger on it. Juan and I woke up on this (beautiful) day and decided to go shopping (read: visit H&M!). Been craving galang mussels from Thai Taste all week (dammit the sauce is so good!) but instead settled for Taco Bell at the mall for lunch. Last night was a disaster on so many levels...well mainly one -- The Co-op dance. All other problems seemed to stem from that at least. Wow, I am embarassed and angry to say the least at how bad that dance went. You know it's bad when the core of active LGBT students on campus largely didn't show up. I pretty much knew it was coming -- no advertisements till 2 days before and my asking friends whether they were going to the dance were met with "What dance? There's a Co-op dance?"...and this was the day OF the dance. So Juan and I decided to drink away the impending misery that night. Suffice to say, this numbing of the mind (and soul?) with alkie precipitated social faux pas and other general behaviors that characterize being "out of control", and there you have my Saturday night. I can say, however, that I held my treasurer responsibilities at the forefront during the dance, though it was to a fault bc of my being drunk. I was cashier, manning the door with Juan and Anna, taking cash and marking hands. Perhaps in my subconscious drive to fill our coffers for the next incoming Co-op board (elections are today, Monday), I rather stringently made everyone pay their appropriate amounts, even when the dance was flopping and they should've just been let in for free to spur more people to come....OOPS. Juan and I were more or less like the Gestapo when it came to making people pay and checking hands, which now that I remember back, must have been annoying as fuck for the few people that did come. Apologies. Anna had to confiscate the "Paid" stamp from Juan bc apparently he was stamping too hard. lol. "Don't do that..." Particularly annoyed by the end of the night. Juan and I stayed after the dance ended and were helping Anna move chairs but bc I was still kinda drunk, i was (unintentionally) dragging the chairs. Anyway, I didn't have to fuckin stay (i mean half the board didn't even show up for the dance, I figured I'd done my part by actually being there the entire night...) but i decided to help anyway, only to be met with a "if you can't move the chairs right, you can just go." I kept my mouth shut lest i unleash an angry barrage at Anna about that and the dance in general (which I'd prolly regret the next day). Being on the Co-Op board has been pretty exhausting this semester to say the least. The political atmosphere here at Yale has been particularly unsettled, especially among minorities, ever since that Rumpus debacle last year with the Asians. Gays and lesbians, in particular, have faced multiple offensive (and anonymous) acts this year, and I honestly can't believe it's actually happening here at Yale. I thought we were all liberal, intelligent, open-minded people for fuck's sake. Who the hell are these perpetrators?? On a happier note I suppose, Saturday night ended up well enough. Juan came stumbling back to my place at around 4 am, ranting and raving about various issues of annoyance and I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time. Here follows a random sampling of Juan's topics of discussion last nite: housing and the people at 94 (whom Juan characterized verbally and physically as "Retards"), "that stupid bitch who didn't know about the hell-doll" (the mother in the first Chuckie movie-lol. random i know but it was hilarious as fuck), boys, the Co-op dance, not knowing where he went after he ran off in front of A-1, and Brickhouse Oven pizza. The night culminated with juan sending an AMAZING panlist email asking the people at 94 about next year's housing situation. It basically consisted of Juan playing dumb, pretending he didn't have a place to live next year (he does...though not with 94 obviously), pleading with them to know "where we were gonna live next year", and ending it with "I love all o ya'll". The best part was his actually ending every sentence with "lolz". It was great. As far as I know right now, no one actually responded to it. Haha. Ah shedding tears of laughter I was....though today I can't say the same, sadly enough. I don't know what the deal is. Been thinking about it all day. I almost feel like I'm losing control...I'd like to blame it on the alcohol but I know that probably isn't the problem at all and I'm just deflecting. It's like I KNOW that logically, I should be feeling fine. I have no real problems in my life and I have an amazing summer to look forward to...so what exactly is my issue today? I just don't know... JEEZUS, I'm so ready to get the hell outta here. School totally kills my soul. Learning is great but lord I hate structured learning. I suppose I hate anything that obstructs my wanting to do whatever whenever. Which is maturation: learning how to swim against the tide or learning how to swim with it? wiLLay [
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
Suddenly I see...Now playing: KT Tunstall - Suddenly I See Rough night last night. Drinking on an empty stomach I suppose is never a good thing. Felt like picking a fight AGAIN. lol. i don't know what the deal is. Passed out at a table at Yorkside for an hour at least. It felt like five minutes. Lucky...bc a certain individual whom Juan invited could have easily set me off. Oh that would have been glorious. GLORIOUS i say. 300-level glorious. I'm talkin dowwwntown. OH, Juan is going to Singapore with meeee! I'm so fuckin psyched. We're gonna be chewin gum and jaywalkin like nobahdy's bizzness. Apparently oral sex is illegal too =[ I picked up my $3000 check from SEAS yesterday for my trip to VN (I'll be studying gay culture there! woot.)...man I don't think I have ever had so much money in bank account. So I've found that since I wrote the last entry about reliving memories with past bf's that I don't do it anymore...like at ALL. I really don't understand why and it's not like I'm actively stopping myself. I suppose writing it out made things more lucid to me and helped me completely sever myself from the past...iono. Now I find I focus more on the happiness in the present and future. The joys of what I have now and the happiness that could be waiting around the corner seems more promising to me than anything else. I think its a good change. =] wiLLay [
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Just felt like writin'. Stuff to be addressed.Now playing: Jay Chou - Ju Hua Tai so this weekend was a pretty damn cool. juan and i put together a bangin' gayalies party with madonna as the theme (madonna-rama as we labeled it), though most credit goes to juan for bookin venue, downloadin the musik videos, and acquiring a projector to display huge movies of madonna on the wall. partay was a hit, packed from 11 onwards and inebriation was experienced by all (though i did start to panic when we ran dry around 1230-1). haha. juan and i started drinking as we set up the party around nine, so by the time it was bouncin, we were both pretty, um, content (hah). i dont remember half that night (tsk tsk i know), but there were a few key moments that night that did and will stick with me for a while, simply bc i couldnt explain it or bc it was very much meaningful to me. this falls in with the former. i distinctly remember feeling the urge to pick a fight. i have no idea why. i was slightly irritable, enraged, or jus feeling antsy (blame the alkie), but the aggressiveness had to be kept in check (though i do remember pinning raj against the couch, demanding that "we stay on good terms", lol which needless to say, was self-defeated. and i did beat (hit) juan a few times too for reasons i will explain below). i dont know why i was irritated, might be the fact that i see the same gay faces over and over and become subconsciously frustrated at the lack of change (read: scarcity of compatible men), might be the fact that some gays i feel seem to display everything that i abhor in a representative of the gay community (whorishness, desperation, 2 faced-ness, etc.). i have yet to figure out what the complete picture is, but i know for certain i have underlying anger/rage issues i need to deal with, issues with the gay community as well as issues with my own life (childhood?) in general. this memory falls in with the latter. so deep into the party, juan comes up to me and tells me that two separate people approached him and told him that they thought he and i were going out. ben even jokes that juan and i are like a married couple (im the husband of course ;) . haha. now im not upset about this in the slightest except for the fact that we both realized at that same moment that we had been cockblocking each other for THREE YEARS. lol. haha it doesnt seem like a big deal now of course as i sit here sober but for some reason, it was really upsetting that night, and i rained a shower of blows down upon juan. it was quite satisfying. juan had to restrain me. haha. but then we realized (with the help of mel as mediator i think. i cant remember too clearly the smaller details) that this misconception was actually a very good thing. im not going to lie -- juan and i spend a LOT of time together. we eat nearly every meal together and i can honestly say that he's one of my greatest friends here at yale and probably THE friend i feel i have bonded with deepest in all my life. i know --special right? ;] but seriously, were just really close. we enjoy each others company, we can laugh about everything, we have weird (sometimes disgusting/perverted) inside jokes that other people would prolly find morbid or just disturbing, and we are both extremely accepting and open to one another. there's pretty much nothing i wouldnt tell juan, just bc theres nothing that i would feel uncomfortable telling him. anyway i had to be calmed down a bit, but right afterward, we jus ended up drunkenly hugging on the back patio, with simultaneous "awww's" as we realized our 'cockblocking' was actually the result of a very meaningful thing. that memory stuck with me that night and probably will for a long time. hilariously, kristy told me the next day over brunch that when we hugged, while i had my head rested on his shoulder, he had openly declared that "now we are one..." as a corny joke. haha -- cheesy i know. ;D but it sits close to my heart. speaking of heart, im realizing more and more that in my idle time, when im walking to class, resting on a machine at the gym, or just lying in the bed staring at the stucco ceiling, i find that my mind ALWAYS wanders back to the happiest moments of my life - the moments i had spent with the men i gave pieces of my heart to. i think of all of them at one pt or another, some more than others. my mind constantly replays or thinks back to the extreme contentment i felt in those tiny but unforgettable moments of intimacy -- lying in the park together looking at the constellations, my first kiss, watching his chest slowly rise and fall as he laid sleeping next to me, cuddling on the couch together while watching contact and having him fall asleep with his head on my chest, lying in his arms with my head buried beneath his chin, our little game of cat and mouse between his bed and his futon...i dunno. its never the sexual intimacy that i remember most, its the moments of tenderness and fondness that i always think about. and i never instinctively think back to the bad memories either (and believe me there were plenty with each and every guy.) it takes effort to remind myself of the unpleasantness and i only do it when i need to stop myself from taking it any further. i suppose those just arent worth remembering. they do say your memories of people often improve with time, even if a person has caused u great hurt (and they have.) i also suppose this is why i cant ever completely 100% "let go", though i do try damn hard (up to 97-98%?). my emotions are usually kept in check with reason and reality, and i find happiness in everyday life. and it's not even that i miss them either...i think i jus desperately yearn to return to that paramount happiness or at least to relive the memory and experience the emotions again, even if just for a second. they were such glorious moments, and they make life so worthwhile. i live for those little moments. i really do. wiLLay [
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Wow the post-presentation feeling is amazing...Now playing: Seal - Crazy Just finished my 20 min presentation about solar eclipses in Chinese History (a presentation in which i was corrected 30 seconds in for pronouncing penumbra "preumbra" lol.) and am now sitting in my room, jammin to obscenely loud music and getting ready for the gym. Feeling fucking amazing. Happy. Content. Things are so good right now. The presentation was basically the only big obstacle left between me and my ri-fuckin-diculous summer and now its down. So now i basically just count down the days till I leave this continent for the pleasures of the Far (South)East....ah Vietnam, Singapore, Thailand, Laos, and Cambodia...wait for me... wiLLay [
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Monday, April 09, 2007
WOW. I'm so done.Man. fuck you. just FUCK YOU. I am so tired of trying. I am so tired of it all. Fuck you. You know I always thought you would be someone I'd never want to forget, but now I can't wait till I fucking do. Shit is just ridiculous. I hope you find happiness in that empty bowl of yours. wiLLay [
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
DAILY THEMES = MORE BLOG ENTRIES! (hooray.)So I applied to Daily Themes last semester -- it's an english class where you write a 300 word paper EVERY night on some topic they give you -- and I got in so I thought I'd share the entries I write every night cuz usually they sound like blog entries anyway and well, I feel bad for neglecting my two readers. ;] Willy never forgets! Usually they're about some part of my life (I mean why make up shit when you're life can be pretty ridiculous on its own right?!) and help explain to myself (and probably a lot of other people) why I am the way I am. College really has been a time of self-exploration and realization, and I think I've learned more about the intricacies of my personality, my beliefs, and my values here at Yale than at any other point during my life. So here goes...into the disturbed (but entertaining!) psyche of one Will N-gooyen: This one was supposed to be yourself speaking in first and third person, describing two facets of ur personality: I am the feminine one, he the masculine. I speak the emotions, the passions, the needs, the sadness, the turmoil. He shouts the wants, knocks down the walls, stalks. I move the pen; he knocks it out of my hand. I am and will never be at rest, never content, always upset at my insecurities, bawling at life's unfairness. I am the one who is fucked in bed, but then again, that is perhaps my only moment of singular happiness. To lie in embrace, to be overtaken, covered, consoled is comfort. He fucks, and fucks he does -- toys with men's hearts, for that emotional high, for the want to be needed. I cry for the past, he screams for the future. He is the external, the one everyone sees, he is what everyone expects him to be, back straight, shoulders wide, chest forward -- a man. I cower behind him, holding onto the tail of his jacket, afraid to be judged, demeaned for being a sissy. I was the one who was pissed at Mike, curled up in his bed after agreeing to come over late that night, feeling lonelier with him inches away than I had ever been in moments of isolation. I was the one in eternal search for a father figure. He just didn't care. He wanted sex, that's all. It had been nearly two years, and never had he stopped to realize that he was still making my heart bleed for some superficial satiation. For him, it was a victory. He was back in his ex's bed. He was wanted again, wanted again by someone who had dumped his ass two years ago. A sad boy indeed. This one was supposed to be your interests, written in "dry", "slaty" language. (Yeah i didn't know what it meant either): I like smells, good and bad--mainly good. Acqua di gio, gasoline, a man's flesh, post-rain grass, semen, permanent marker -- all excite in one way or another. I like emotions, good and bad--mainly bad, identifying them, soaking in them, amplifying them with music. It makes me feel alive, and so does sex. James Baldwin and I would probably not get along. I suppose for now my principal aim in life is pleasure (and I can be earnest about select things), but then again, what do you do with life if you can't go after things that make you feel alive? Play dead? James Baldwin is too stiff. Choice. Change. The weather. Things that splay. The way a wave curls before it breaks. I too like destruction, randomness, Kali, Chinese characters, and naming my future children after Greek gods. I try to be a good person, but I like seeing those who deserve to be hurt hurt. Playing one song on repeat for days on end pleases. A good set of pecs, biceps, a broad back (and a brain, of course) thrills. Sleeping naked is great but not for those with a double. I like to laugh, even at the expense of others, though I do have a limit. I am not scared of death but I cannot say the same of a dirty toilet seat or shiny keyboard. I hate Paris Hilton, disappointment, religion, the cold, and the stupid, people and otherwise. This one was supposed to a be a comparison of two words with the same meaning but different connotation. I picked fucking and making love (hah!): Making love and fucking, like onion rings and Funyuns, diamond and cubic zirconia, the American dollar and Monopoly money. One's the cheap, tawdry counterpart of the other. Sure, they might look alike, might be just as fun, and hey, sometimes tastes just as good! But there's that inherent supremacy, that depth. Making love has got more stock, more value, more emotion to it. It's cultivated, meticulously prepared, designed to withstand, like a farmer's crop. Fucking is like going to Kroger's and buying the cherry for, I don't know, $3.99 a pound. It's easy to buy and easy to forget, good while it lasts though. No example makes the distinction more apparent than the following: Ah, prostitutes, harlots, ladies of the evening -- they are the litmus test of the sexual world. (And like real litmus paper, are used for their purpose and discarded). You could fuck a prostitute if the price is right, but it'd be damn near impossible to make love to her. I'm not sure she'd want it anyway. Fucking is her job; making love her aspiration (when she's off the clock, of course). For those Us Weekly-oriented persons, here's a more fitting analogy: making love was something I'm sure Brad Pitt did with Jennifer Aniston. With that sultry home-wrecker Angelina Jolie, I really don't know. While Angelina may be undeniably scorching, she lacks that wholesomeness Jennifer has. Making love to Jennifer can result in you bringing her home to Mom and Dad, fucking Angelina can result in you bringing her to a VD clinic. Ultimately, fucking is like riding the bus--you hop on only to get off. Making love is like flying a plane--you have to train a really long time for it, but when you hit that high point, baby you can touch the sky. This piece was about all my past boyfriends. The goal was to use a word in each sentence that you had never used before. I remember when you fell asleep on me, tucked into that cranny between arm and chest. We were lying on the couch, watching Contact, and Jodie Foster had just lightly floated down onto that dark-sky paradise. I wondered if you wrapped in my arms was the beginning of something that sublime. You were the witty but impassive one. I remember when I heard your stomach rumble, and I made you ramen noodles with almost husband-like fashion. You had the face and virtuousness of a saint, from your eyes shined the light of a thousand murals, and I somehow could not help but want to make you happy. You were the cheerful but thin-skinned one. I remember when we would stay up in Davenport Library working on God-knows-what, spinning in our wheel-y chairs deliriously while taking pictures, or that one time when we went to Samurai for my birthday and you treated me to a platter of sushi so large, it took up the entire table. You treated me like a king, and I must say, I have yet to find someone who is willing to call me every morning to wake me up, even when he's in the You were the loyal but unhinged one. I remember when we sat in You were the handsome but stone-souled one. I remember too much, but of true love, partake too little. ****In this piece, we were supposed to pick a slang we heard recently and write about it. I picked "hoe-ish" (yes, I know I write about sexual things too much, but when that's a large part of what you think about, what are you gonna do? ;D) I tried to write a professional sounding piece so it would clash with the crudeness of the word. "Hoe-ish" -- the urban dweller's term for those of promiscuous behavior, or seemingly "loose" ethics. It can be a word laced with animosity, but mostly it is used to express subtle disdain at the improper or unacceptably sexual fashion choices or behaviors of others. "Hoe-ish" carries with it less momentum than if a girl were directly called a "whore", the "-ish" suffix "softening" the seemingly harsh word. Indeed, when compared to "whore," "hoe-ish" is rather innocuous. Example the first: "Why is that girl's skirt so high you can see her tampon string? Man that girl be lookin' hoe-ish." The implication here is that the girl appears to be exhibiting the visual characteristics of a prostitute, that is, she's attempting to attract the attention of men through clothing, or lack there of, so that she can sell them sex. For one who is not actually a prostitute, such a comparison is obviously unflattering. Example the second: "Look at Gina on da dance flo'. Just look at her! Every time I turn around she grindin' up on a different man. I warned her last night not to be so hoe-ish. Oh now she takin' off her bra. Dat is jus unacceptable." Here, the meaning alters slightly, the disapproval stemming from her exhibiting overtly sexual behaviors. Gina's friend does not approve of her appearing to be copulating with every man on the dance floor, and neither the implication includes, does any other girl in the immediate vicinity. Gina taking off her bra merely compounds the situation and reinforces the idea that Gina is of "hoe-like" quality. This last entry is supposed to be an autobiograpical list with numbers ala Harper's Margazine lists or Yale Daily News lists. It's probably my favorite theme so far. It's ironic bc it's probably the least constructed piece I've ever written about myself but says more about me than any blog entry I could ever write. Number of parental figures before 1993: 2 Number of parental figures after 1993: 1 Number of constant father figures in my life: 0 Number of girls I've bitten in elementary school because I thought her arm looked tender: 1 Number of times I've been sent to the principal's office in elementary school: 1 Number of times I've called a teacher ignorant for censoring me in the school newspaper: 1 Number of times I've made an obscene gesture towards said teacher: 1 Number of times I've been sent to the principal's office in high school: 2 Total number of hours I was berated by said teacher and principal: 5 ½ Total number of colleges I applied to in high school: 3 Number of Ivy League colleges I applied to: 2 Number of safety schools I applied to: 1 Number of safety schools that fell through because I submitted my application late: 1 Number of mirrors broken within the first month of freshman year of college: 3 Number of years I am promised bad luck: 0 - 21, depending on what you believe Number of police incidents in Percentage of said police incidents that I was directly involved in: 66.6% Percentage of said police incidents that I was not directly involved in but close friends were, and I was at the scene: 33.4% Percentage of police incidents that were my fault: 0% Number of classes at Yale that I was told as a freshman would be possible to fail: 0 Number of classes that I have failed: 1 Rate in which I've been called into the dean's since I've been at Yale: at least 1 time/semester Number of days I wish I were somebody else: 0 wiLLay [
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Monday, August 07, 2006
IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME CUMMING...er COMING.
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
When two high school perverts get together:
SuperPaigey: what up negro v Ie T G u Y1028: yo yo yo v Ie T G u Y1028: jus woke up [itz 4 pm] v Ie T G u Y1028: thats what SuperPaigey: LOL SuperPaigey: nice SuperPaigey: whats new pussy face? v Ie T G u Y1028: i had a dream that i was a janitor at this kfc or fried chicken joint v Ie T G u Y1028: and i had jus finished laboring over scrubbing the toilet clean SuperPaigey: lol!!! v Ie T G u Y1028: so i took a break with my friend SuperPaigey: yeah v Ie T G u Y1028: and we chatted v Ie T G u Y1028: and stood inside the restaurant v Ie T G u Y1028: and for some reason v Ie T G u Y1028: theres a clear panel window like structure v Ie T G u Y1028: in the bathroom SuperPaigey: yeah v Ie T G u Y1028: behind the toilet v Ie T G u Y1028: so u could see who goes in and out SuperPaigey: yeah v Ie T G u Y1028: and so im sittin there chatting v Ie T G u Y1028: bitching about how i hate cleaning bathrooms v Ie T G u Y1028: and how im gonna go home soon v Ie T G u Y1028: cuz the next worker jus came in v Ie T G u Y1028: when this white woman rushes into the restroom v Ie T G u Y1028: we watch her as she quickly drops her panties SuperPaigey: LOL okay. v Ie T G u Y1028: and as soon as she sits on the perfectly white t oilet v Ie T G u Y1028: brown diahretic SHIT splatters EVERYWHERE SuperPaigey: lmO SuperPaigey: lmao SuperPaigey: omg SuperPaigey: william v Ie T G u Y1028: WASTING MY TWO HOURS OF LABOR v Ie T G u Y1028: hahaha SuperPaigey: thats fucking disgusting v Ie T G u Y1028: my jaw jus DROPS v Ie T G u Y1028: and i remember specks of it all over the toilet seat where her legs werent v Ie T G u Y1028: all over the inside of the bowl SuperPaigey: omg SuperPaigey: thats so gross v Ie T G u Y1028: and then i woke up v Ie T G u Y1028: HAHAHAHA SuperPaigey: lmao SuperPaigey: so freakin gross/random SuperPaigey: only you v Ie T G u Y1028: hahaha i know v Ie T G u Y1028: i was like wtf v Ie T G u Y1028: it was such a comedic scene though SuperPaigey: lol SuperPaigey: thats so funny v Ie T G u Y1028: indeed v Ie T G u Y1028: i had some hilarious dreams v Ie T G u Y1028: and i think this stems from the fact that my friend me last nite she was into scat SuperPaigey: your life seems pretty entertaining SuperPaigey: no way v Ie T G u Y1028: and when i asked her if she was serious SuperPaigey: nuh uh v Ie T G u Y1028: she was like a little v Ie T G u Y1028: hahahahaha SuperPaigey: EWWW SuperPaigey: thats freakin disgusting v Ie T G u Y1028: i KNOW v Ie T G u Y1028: lol SuperPaigey: thats not hot v Ie T G u Y1028: no it isnt v Ie T G u Y1028: and shes a rotund black girl [Mary Daniel] v Ie T G u Y1028: hahaha SuperPaigey: oh no v Ie T G u Y1028: but shes hilarious as fuck v Ie T G u Y1028: ok so not rotund SuperPaigey: freakin gross SuperPaigey: hahahaha SuperPaigey: lol v Ie T G u Y1028: shes an average weight SuperPaigey: oh SuperPaigey: it woulda been funnier if she was fat SuperPaigey: not gonna lie v Ie T G u Y1028: lol v Ie T G u Y1028: yeah SuperPaigey: omg i got my vagina waxed SuperPaigey: completely SuperPaigey: by this scary old lady SuperPaigey: just thought you would like to know v Ie T G u Y1028: LOL v Ie T G u Y1028: brazilian eh? v Ie T G u Y1028: hows it feel SuperPaigey: hahahah YES v Ie T G u Y1028: fresh? SuperPaigey: well its amazing now v Ie T G u Y1028: labialicious? SuperPaigey: but at the time SuperPaigey: exactly SuperPaigey: i was curious, the boyfriend likes, its a work of art SuperPaigey: so i think im going to continue doing it v Ie T G u Y1028: lol v Ie T G u Y1028: nice v Ie T G u Y1028: he likes teen pink huh SuperPaigey: lol WHAT? v Ie T G u Y1028: he likes that pinkness v Ie T G u Y1028: u know without the hair v Ie T G u Y1028: haha SuperPaigey: hahahahaha yeah SuperPaigey: hahahahahaha soo graphic SuperPaigey: hahahahahah im laughing v Ie T G u Y1028: haha i cant believe uve never heard of that term SuperPaigey: im sure i have SuperPaigey: there were a couple moments where i coulda sworn the scary old lady was gonna go down on me SuperPaigey: i wanted to cry v Ie T G u Y1028: LOL SuperPaigey: I KNOW v Ie T G u Y1028: hahahaha felt a tongue flicker here n there v Ie T G u Y1028: haha SuperPaigey: LOLOLOLOL SuperPaigey: so gross SuperPaigey: okay im going to read a book v Ie T G u Y1028: lol SuperPaigey: ttyl fool v Ie T G u Y1028: this convo is going in my blog v Ie T G u Y1028: u realize this v Ie T G u Y1028: hahahaha SuperPaigey: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA wiLLay [
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Monday, March 27, 2006
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
HOLY FUCKIN CRAP. ![]() So my suitemate Teddy just told me he heard someone playing A-Ha's "Take On Me (Bodacious Mix)" reeeeally loudly outside a LDub window!!!!!!!!!!! Presumably it was for a party...and some kinda fuckin party I would imagine! Hahaaaaa -- fuck that song is like my favorite song of all time....just listening to it totally makes me cream my pants...no joke. Memorable quotes from a late night pit stop at Ivy tonight: on a certain treacherous fellow: me: "u know he's so two-faced." mary: "yeah, and BOTH faces are ugly." on Juan's upcoming b-day party: mary: "We'd better have DUH on speed dial." on abortion and bush: me: u know mary, they should put u on a pro-choice button...u know to show people what they could possibly prevent. mary: bush is the poster child for prochoice; there are posters out there with his face saying that barbara bush shouldve gotten an abortion. wiLLay [
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Sunday, March 19, 2006
TALKING TO A MESICAN ABOUT A CRAZY ASS MESICAN.
v Ie T G u Y1028: OMFG v Ie T G u Y1028: I MEANT TO TELL U XeroEeva: what? XeroEeva: .. v Ie T G u Y1028: THIS AFTERNOON WHEN I WAS TRYING TO GO TO BED v Ie T G u Y1028: THIS CRAZY MESICAN GUY KEPT CALLING MY PHONE ASKING ME WHO IT WAS XeroEeva: LOL XeroEeva: haha v Ie T G u Y1028: CUZ APPARENTLY SOMEONE FROM MY NUMBER XeroEeva: didn't that happen before? v Ie T G u Y1028: IS SENDING HIS WIFE TEXTS AND CALLING HER XeroEeva: WHAT v Ie T G u Y1028: HER NAME IS ROSA APPARENTLY XeroEeva: with your number? XeroEeva: how is that possible? XeroEeva: hahaha v Ie T G u Y1028: HE KEPT TELLING ME THAT I WAS SPLITTING HIS FAMILY UP XeroEeva: omggg XeroEeva: HAHAHAHA v Ie T G u Y1028: AND THAT HED "GET ME" XeroEeva: OMG v Ie T G u Y1028: THAT ID BETTER WATCH MY BACK XeroEeva: omg XeroEeva: it's gotta be a prank v Ie T G u Y1028: I WAS KINDA SCARED XeroEeva: no way XeroEeva: lol v Ie T G u Y1028: NO THIS GUY WAS DEAD SERIOUS XeroEeva: .. Ie T G u Y1028: HE WAS SOOO PISSED TOO XeroEeva: who is using your number?! v Ie T G u Y1028: AND I KEPT SAYING I HAD NO IDEA WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT vIe T G u Y1028: I KNOW! v Ie T G u Y1028: I DONT KNOW! XeroEeva: that's so creepy! XeroEeva: call your service provider v Ie T G u Y1028: HE WAS SOOO ANGRY! XeroEeva: and be like.. yo bitches this aint coo v Ie T G u Y1028: i told hiom i was a gay college student XeroEeva: LOL XeroEeva: HAHAA v Ie T G u Y1028: but he didnt sound like he believed me v Ie T G u Y1028: lol XeroEeva: did that work? XeroEeva: haha v Ie T G u Y1028: he was like "uh huh XeroEeva: opmgg v Ie T G u Y1028: no it didnt work XeroEeva: that's soooo funny XeroEeva: where is he from? XeroEeva: texas? XeroEeva: or... new haven!? XeroEeva: haha v Ie T G u Y1028: houston v Ie T G u Y1028: so thank god im here v Ie T G u Y1028: but still v Ie T G u Y1028: eesh creepy as hell v Ie T G u Y1028: i mean i was laughing at the time bc it was so ridiculous XeroEeva: haha XeroEeva: yeah it is XeroEeva: wow v Ie T G u Y1028: and i tol them some people have machines that can disguise their numbers using other numbers v Ie T G u Y1028: and he called "bullshit" v Ie T G u Y1028: lol v Ie T G u Y1028: but itz so tru! Ie T G u Y1028: he did call me like 7 times though v Ie T G u Y1028: first 3 times i didnt pick up v Ie T G u Y1028: then i picked up and talked to him the rest of the time v Ie T G u Y1028: he was um crazy XeroEeva: o.O XeroEeva: what are you doing this summer XeroEeva: dont' go back homee XeroEeva: lol ***OOOO BTW, COMMENTS WORK AGAIN! (for those 2 people who read my blog....hey willy cares about ya! ^_~). Mad props to a one Joanna Won for redesigning my page n makin it look all purrty. I WUV OOOO JOOOO! Can't wait to hit SoBe with you again! wiLLay [
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
VIET POP FUCKS ME O SO GOOD. OMGUHhh -- this viet musik video (ab0ve) has become my new obsessive song. itz so damn catchy. modern viet pop is movin on up....haha. the dichotomy of good girl / bad girl is adorable and bao han and nhu loan are o so fuckable. check out the main guy in leather -- hes so hot but his hips r a bit SWISHY if u know what i mean....ill work him over yet., ^_~ this one (bel0w) is awesome too... more traditional and o so purrrrty. me rikey a rot. loan chau in pink = ridick gorgeous. wiLLay [
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Sunday, February 12, 2006
Getting my prostate massaged and me.
BEST. ORGASM. EVER. wiLLay [
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Sunday, February 05, 2006
christian freakout bitch on trading spouses...best shit ever.
(i know this shit's relatively old but i saw a repost of it on a website and i couldnt stop laughing, so here she is in her full glory) wiLLay [
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Friday, February 03, 2006
FUCKKK ME RUNNING.
God. I'm trying so hard. I'm so exhausted all the time. My sleep schedule is ALL fucked up. Between 3 classes everyday, work 3 - 5 hours everyday, ungodly amounts of problem sets and homework due every week, and a few EC activities on the side, I'm fading faster than a fat man on a treadmill....Just want to get away from it all sometimes. Feel like I don't have enough time for myself anymore... And this shit just keeps on coming. Can feel myself slowly burning out....but I can't give up...can't do that to myself...gotta get a grip...gotta help myself up...gotta stand on my own two feet...gotta prove myself to...myself. wiLLay [
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For some reason, this phrase makes me quite happy:
LIQUID SUNSHINE. wiLLay [
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Saturday, January 21, 2006
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Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Random quotes n shit from winter break. This 40 year old man hitting on me at South Beach (a gay club): Guy: (noticing that i was wearing a wristband that indicates im under 21) How far under 21 are you? Me: (jokingly) I'm FIFTEEN! Guy: (in this seductive voice) Just the way i like em.... Me driving and karlo (who stayed with me for xmas break) making an observation: "Hey look at that whale on a motorcycle next to us!" We both proceeded to laugh our asses off bc the motorcycle looked like it was being swallowed up by this man's ASS. the size comparison was ridiculous. OMFG we whipped out my camera and karlo even took a pix - it was fucking priceless. but then my lil brother had to fuck with the camera and DELETED THE PIX. needless to say, i was upset for the rest of the day. Karlo and I went to one of my friend's houses to chill one nite. We had a few drinks, pigged out, played drunken noisy trivial pursuit. Karlo on a bunch of prude Asians playing strip spoon: "The game ends when the sweaters come off." my (ridiculously fuckin smart) 4-year old neice on my silly antics while playing with her: me: (pretending to trip and fall dramatically onto this beanbag chair while making as much noise as possible. then pretending to be dead) "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH O NOOOOO." *PLOP* jadelynn: (in the most condescending tone a 4 year old can pull). "YEE (my viet name). YEEE! its ONLY a bean bag..." with my face planted deeply in a bean bag chair, i realize ive just been told off by a 4 year old. how embarassing. another funny memory. my neice was opening up gifts and she received this build-a-bear stuffed animal that she already had. the look on her face though was priceless. it was a genuine mix of disgust and "what the FUCK is this BULLSHIT." ![]() more random pix n shit to come when i load em up. wiLLay [
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Saturday, December 31, 2005
Number of people that have walked in on me having sex in the last month:
THREE. My friend. My roommate. My sister. wiLLay [
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Sunday, November 06, 2005
The trouble with selling shit on craigslist
so i listed my 20 gb ipod on craigslist to sell in order to get money towards buying a new video ipod (for porn - naturally). the thing with craigslist is it's full of scammers trying to get products or payment from u without ever fulfilling their end of the bargain. i happen to be lucky and stumble upon one of these assholes. heres how our email conversation went: HIM: Quoting chad boyer <chad_boyer@akron.usa.com>: Good day seller,' How was business? well i saw your item displayed on theadvert list {craigslist} and am interested in buying it but i wouldlike to know if the item is still available. i have seen the conditionof the item and am really intersted in it. so get back to me asap toproceed with the payment........Regards, ME: hi, yes the item is still available. would you like to purchase it? if so, where would u like to meet? HIM: Thanks for your mail,i will be sending the payment in western union money order through bidpay online,and after payment went through you will have to receive a confirmation mail from bidpay about the payment sent, once i receive the confirmation mail here too, i will like to offer you a fedex pre-paid shipping slip which i have registered with fedex courier service and note that upon the slip pasted there is no shipping cost for you, and i will want to know how much you will sell the item. Waiting for your quick response, and hope to have some other business with you in nearest future.thanking you in anticipation, if it is ok by you get back to me on time, and send me your full informationname and address so i can continue with the transaction okay. Hope to hear from you soon..Thanks, ME: whats your name again? why is your english so bad? HIM: Hello are you ready to sell your item to me or you are abuse me,pls if you are ready to transact with me kindly give me your full info name and address to i will forwards it to my banks know as bidpay western union money order. for your payment abd as soon they confirmu your payment bidpay will send the payment confirmation to you that your payment as been approved. thankschad. ME: dear sir or madam, [i inserted this information straight from a page warning people about scams on craigslist] Recognizing scams Most scams meet involve one or more of the following:long-distance buyer or seller, offer includes a cashier's check, postal money order, Western Union, or escrowservice (BidPay, Squaretrade, etc.), and refusal to meet face-to-face. sincerely, fuck u. p.s. learn better english before u pull scams on people who can fully speak english. wiLLay [
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
James Choe thinks I wear girls' panties.So Saturday nite, I went down to toss my last load of laundry from the washer to the dryer. I ran into James down there and we exchanged a few words about what our Saturday nite plans were. As I was talking, i was moving my clothes from the washer to the dryer. We were havin a merry ol time chattin when all of a sudden, from the bottom of my armful of wet clothes, drops A PAIR OF PINK GIRLS' PANTIES. I was disgusted (by the fact that some girl's dirty period/pubic hair soaked panties had been washed with my clothes) and James was flabbergasted, eyes darting nervously back n forth, because HE (im pretty sure) THOUGHT THEY WERE MINE. While I am indeed a homosexual and do occasionally wear girl's khakis (bc they flare and they give me a nice round ass), I DO NOT, i reemphasize DO NOT, wear girl's panties. lol. I am NOT THAT gay. end of story. The pink panties I assume are still lying on the dport laundry room floor. wiLLay [
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
![]() Beer and Geology Majors So yesterday, I was scheduled to go to this meeting at 530 for all geology majors at Yale up at the kline geology building. They advertised free drinks and pizza (i.e. I couldn't possibly miss this event). Since i was at work from 2, i was already there when 530 rolled around, so when it was time, i figured i would just go down three flights of stairs and id have massive amounts of pizza and soda sitting in the main common area. Sounds simple rite? Yeah.... but somehow i managed to miss the train on this one too... around 5:30 my lab friend jennifer and i headed down the stairs, frantically sniffing for the scent of free pizza...we were riveted until we hit the first floor.... and saw that there there wuz no pizza in sight...we smelt it, but i didnt see it anywhere...i realized i had made the mistake of sprinting down the stairs without knowing exactly WHERE THE EVENT WAS BEING HELD. I mean the email said kline geology lab but i kinda skimmed over the room number n such...lol. BUT the fact is, we SMELT pizza...it had to be close...so we began rummagin around, looking in random classrooms n such...we stumbled upon this big auditorium-like room with a buncha people hangin around...just standing there chattin it up...i figured this had to be it...so we wandered in...i didnt recognize anyone in there - i figured it was bc i never really met any other geology majors...but i did notice that every1 looked slightly older than i did...prolly upperclassmen i thought...the professors looked really congenial...they smiled at us...and then one of them OFFERED ME A BEER. "feel free to grab urselves a cold one!" he said. me and jennifer were like "what the fuk..." i remember wondering what the hell was going on... dont they realize i was prolly underage? faculty drinking? offering alcohol to students at a school function? i was blown away... it pretty dang kool. so i slowly slid over to the ice bin...but i didnt feel like gettin tipsy while on the clock so i just grabbed a sparkling blackberry juice drink...newman's own...pretty good stuff i think...heehee...so anyway...after loitering for a few minutes, eyes darting back n forth for pizza, we came to the conclusion that there was none there...either every1 had ate it all or it hadnt come yet...we sided with the latter seeing as how no one had plates or napkins and no one was really eating....so we decided to go...i had to go make another injection in the lab anyway.... on our way out, jennifer mentioned that she just saw a lady carrying pizza into another room SO we (naturally) decided to follow her...she led us to a really fancy sitting room and DING DING DING yippeeeeeeeeee the FREE PIZZZZZA! but the soda was this weird ass like mexican brand...it was "cola flavored drink"...i decided i was NOT gonna touch that shit. pizza and blackberry juice was good enough for me...i sat there n inhaled around 4 - 5 slices of delicious sausage pizza and listened to people chat about improvements to the geology major...i of course didnt really say anything bc for 1) i was an inexperienced sophomore who had yet to take a geology course and 2) i was too busy stuffing my face. yup. it wuz most good. MOST good. actually the pizza coulda been better...a lil dry n kinda (really) burnt on the bottom. but hey i was hungry, so i chilled...didnt spazz over it(this time.)...jus had to fill the ol tummy with chum. oh speaking of spazz, new word --> massive spazz = mazz someone responded to the evolution quote i left on the desk in my math 120 class....it went like this...(in atrocious handwriting) "whats your point? you were trained to eat with a knife and fork are you superhuman? I don't think so." i quickly etched into the table this response: "it was a quote from the daily show mocking those who didnt believe in evolution...so chill your APE TITS." ...fackin self-righteous, indignant clod. |