<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:29:16.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Hoc Ad Nauseam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-111378647012349114</id><published>2005-04-17T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:07:50.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o_0 ......</title><content type='html'>[Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Right about now&lt;br /&gt;We need all the ladies to report to&lt;br /&gt;the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Now I only got one thing to say&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't come to party,&lt;br /&gt;then you can get the hell out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance for ya,&lt;br /&gt;I'ma shake my ass for ya&lt;br /&gt;I'ma drop my pants&lt;br /&gt;when you get up on&lt;br /&gt;da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance on ya,&lt;br /&gt;when I get my hands on ya Shawdy,&lt;br /&gt;I can prance when you get up on&lt;br /&gt;da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ciara]&lt;br /&gt; Oh, I turn you on&lt;br /&gt;showin' you my thong&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe all this ass is me&lt;br /&gt;Know what you savor,&lt;br /&gt; thirty-one flavors&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shake and&lt;br /&gt;turn out this party,&lt;br /&gt;oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Now we got ourselves a party,&lt;br /&gt;oooooh&lt;br /&gt;So come on now everybody&lt;br /&gt;We're dirty dancing,&lt;br /&gt;fuck that romancin'&lt;br /&gt;Come hit the dance floor,&lt;br /&gt; it's ready with me&lt;br /&gt;All my ladies, if you got a big butt&lt;br /&gt;go head throw yo hands up&lt;br /&gt;All my ladies, if you don't give a fuck and&lt;br /&gt;you're ready to cut&lt;br /&gt;And say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ciara: chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance for ya,&lt;br /&gt;I'ma shake my ass for ya&lt;br /&gt;I'ma drop my pants when you get up&lt;br /&gt;on da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance on ya,&lt;br /&gt;when I get my hands on ya Shawdy,&lt;br /&gt;I can prance when you get up&lt;br /&gt;on da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ciara]&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn you out,&lt;br /&gt;you come drop your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending this ass on&lt;br /&gt;a shakin' spree&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch it,&lt;br /&gt;might let you rub it&lt;br /&gt;Like you can hang with a freak like me,&lt;br /&gt;oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to light the candles,&lt;br /&gt;oooooh&lt;br /&gt;And the powers I enbrake up&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's sippin',&lt;br /&gt;nobody's trippin'&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's dirty dancin' with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance for ya,&lt;br /&gt;I'ma shake my ass for ya&lt;br /&gt;I'ma drop my pants when you get up&lt;br /&gt;on da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance on ya,&lt;br /&gt;when I get my hands on ya Shawdy,&lt;br /&gt;I can prance when you get up&lt;br /&gt;on da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, okay ladies it's time to&lt;br /&gt;take this thing to another level&lt;br /&gt;I need for you to look around in the club,&lt;br /&gt;look for a thug&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna turn it out,&lt;br /&gt;a little something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;All my single ladies,&lt;br /&gt;go head grab you a thug,&lt;br /&gt;show that nigga some love&lt;br /&gt;All my sexy ladies,&lt;br /&gt;if you horny right now,&lt;br /&gt;go head break that shit down&lt;br /&gt;And say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance for ya,&lt;br /&gt;I'ma shake my ass for ya&lt;br /&gt;I'ma drop my pants when you get up&lt;br /&gt;on da dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I'ma dirty dance on ya,&lt;br /&gt;when I get my hands on ya Shawdy,&lt;br /&gt;I can prance when you get up&lt;br /&gt;on da dance floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-111378647012349114?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/111378647012349114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=111378647012349114' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111378647012349114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111378647012349114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/04/o0.html' title='o_0 ......'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-111351953588587694</id><published>2005-04-14T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:58:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa Numa</title><content type='html'>Here are the lyrics and translations to one of the greatest songs ever!!! And if you don't like it.... your a pum pum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm"&gt;http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-111351953588587694?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/111351953588587694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=111351953588587694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111351953588587694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111351953588587694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/04/numa-numa.html' title='Numa Numa'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-111126807252591782</id><published>2005-03-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T13:34:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... What have I been up to???</title><content type='html'>Honestly, okay... I know this only happened like a week ago but I can't get this one out of my head.  So... I'm doing my grocery shopping at Zhers (which is just down the street from my house) and looking for some good eats to buy....and BOOM!  outta nowhere this fucking crazy bitch hits me with her shopping cart.  Now, I'm not talking about some nudge or something... I'm talking about like, full speed crazy 6 feet tall husband beater bitch with marital problems trying to take my life.  I was shocked!!!! What the crap is this world coming too????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, what is this essay and midterm writing business??? I am sick and tired of writing these things... not really because its a lot of work but because it is, ultimately, a GIGANTIC MIND-FUCK.  These profs either give you some really fucked up ambiguous instructions OR they make you write a gazillion pages.  Whatever, I can't really complain cause I signed up for this shit.  Its a double edged sword really, I either go to school and get mind fucked OR I don't go to school and I get welfare fucked.  So, whatever... this is my blog and I can be as incoherent/bitchy/whinny as I want to be.  If you don't like it... to fucking bad... go lie down somewhere in Africa and have a pack of Zebra's shit on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, being as bored as I was last nite I decided to look for definitions which would best describe camille and dobrin.  This is what I found...*I have done some editing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="title"&gt;             &lt;span class="number"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="word"&gt;Camille&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;                                      &lt;div class="example"&gt;A really crazy bitch who is a lesbian and a postmodern anti-feminist.&lt;br /&gt;- "Camille, you are one crazy bitch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="title"&gt;             &lt;span class="number"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="word"&gt;Mole&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div class="def"&gt;Camille's alter ego..and also what she has on her face, containing hair, and a white crusty substance dried up from old food and miscellaneous items. Also pronounced 'molefassa' in referance to her lion like appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;div class="example"&gt;- "Good lord....Molefassa smelled like nad today.  ..But when hasn't she?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Hey, my favorite lion king character is Molefassa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much everything that new wit me... can't think of much else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-111126807252591782?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/111126807252591782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=111126807252591782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111126807252591782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111126807252591782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='So... What have I been up to???'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-111003859601186988</id><published>2005-03-05T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T10:52:23.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla</title><content type='html'>Oh wow, its like been a month since I've used this thing... not because I have had nothing to say or was lacking a storm of fury to rain down on some retard who decides to mess with my head. WAIT!!! Oh man, let me tell you about this lady two days ago while I was studying. Oh wow, why is she so gimp for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so at "Under the Sun" which sadly closed down during the period of my visit home, makes iced coffee which tastes pretty damn good. Now, at the "Daily Grind" (it's like this place where people go to drink coffee, chat and watch tv ridiculously loud), I had to meet up with a friend of mine to study for (dare I say it?) LOGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seeing how I was as stressed out as a brown ESL kid at Cedarbrae CI trying to order a Hookt On Funicks :S tape, I decided that... you know what??? I want an iced coffee. And wow this woman just competely left me baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brewed some coffee then used tap water to fill up the rest of the cup (so at this point its 2% coffee and 98% tap water) and threw ice in it. And no! I don't mean like in a blender, I mean like BAM! ice cubes. WTF???!?!?!?!!? was that???????? I can picture a situation where somebody would ask her for a milkshake and she would go grab a carton of milk shake it up and put it in a cup. Then throw ice cubes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever.... it's aite. Normally, I would have more to say and many more interesting stories to tell. But, its the freaking morning. So I am still tired and!!!! I am in a good mood right now. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you say???? Well,........those who know me, know why :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)   &lt;---- no ice cubes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-111003859601186988?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/111003859601186988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=111003859601186988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111003859601186988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/111003859601186988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/03/holla.html' title='Holla'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110788664225214490</id><published>2005-02-08T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:17:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this is a little late to post and all cause it happened yesterday and that is when I should of vented my anger towards this stupidness but!!! I was really tired and I spent a lot of time either doing work or throwing away my education.  Nonetheless, both take a great deal of time... Anywayz.... So check this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my SLG class yesterday for Elementary and Symbolic Logic I decided that I had to go and take a number 1.  I was trying to wait to class ended but! nature called and I just had to pick up.  So, I am on my way to the washroom and behold I got there ( I say this cause university hallways are fucking mazes) and I go for my nice and comforting number 1.  So while I am in my oasis and chillin their the next man that was behind me decided to take a number 2 I belive it was (it may of been a number 1).  And then he doesn't flush or nothing and just leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it.  That was the moment when the back of my brain just fucking exploded for the 5th time that morning.  BUDDY!!! you fucking live in a third world country.  What are you thinking you sick fuck???? You are provided with water.  Fuck you have like 8 faucets, PICK ONE!!! And!!!! you have HOT and COLD, and if your just smart enough you useless-hairy-Malaysian-titt you can turn them both on and get varying degrees of temperature for your water. &lt;br /&gt;Moreover, we also have the soap dispensing machines... we have like 4 of those just staring at you and saying "USE ME!!!" but what happens?? we get fucking retards like those who decide not too and go around touching people!!! Fucking unsanitary bastard!! now everyone and everything he comes in contact with will have the leftovers of his cack and prolly his hairy ass too.  THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!!!!!! How the fuck do you live with yourself??? AND AND AND AND!!! we also now have the air dry machines for your hands!!! come on man!! those things are fucking wicked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS CALLED HYGIENE YOU FUCKING UNSANITARY FUCK.  JEEZZ!!!! people now a days.......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people.  Wash your hands after your done touching your Jiblets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110788664225214490?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110788664225214490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110788664225214490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110788664225214490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110788664225214490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/02/come-on.html' title='COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110748462171310388</id><published>2005-02-03T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:37:01.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*i*to*ia says : IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO FUCK... GRAB A DOG.....</title><content type='html'>* = censorship ... anonymity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... as a result of my lack of blogging lately .... this one will be pretty random and touching on several parts of my life hitherto.&lt;br /&gt;Aite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, social life.  I really don't know about that one.  I guess its aite you know ( you know?? you know?? you know??? ) ? Meet new people everyday.  Talk to a few here and there but nothing big? its just like "hi" what up... let me borrow some notes?? :D ... etc... Some of these girls are.... M I N T : O!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So it's no big deal.  Oh, and I live with three girls (I was tempted to say "chicks: :P" so that is kinda fun I guess.  No one here likes football!!!! FUCK!!!!!!! I have been watching girlmore girls :S !!!! I have also been smelling clean :S !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economics..... well I am poor as ASSSSSSS.  After many MANY days of frivulous spending and so forth I have now come to learn to actually save money and shit.  Its a nice feelin!!! let me tell ya!!! its good shit!!!  I hope I have enough money one day to swim in it.  NAKED. MUAHAHAHAA.  I really wanna own a house.  That is like my ULTIMATE money goal. A house that I can say "this is mine!!!!!!" *sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.... what the fuck?!!! I FUCKING SO FAR BEHIND !!!! its fucking ridiculous.... Academic evaluation tears away at the sould limb from limb with great enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERBOWL!!!!! YES !!! The greatest day of all days, shit son!!!!! aite so this is the deal.. THE PATS!!! I DO NOT LIKE THE PATS!!!! But, I gotta give credit where credit is due and I have not seen a team with that much talent both from players and staff in FOREVER!!!! I have no doubt that they will make themselves a dynasty this year.  Especially with Corey Dillon added to the arsenal as the leading rusher in the NFL.  (Now, the pats have won their last couple a superbowls without him keep in mind).  Stopping the PATS will be very very very hard.  I hope the eagles win though.  They deserve it.  but I guess we see what happens?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... girls.... okay... wow... where to start????? Well, lets see here... I am so fucking confused its like one of those times where..... you know that feeling you get when you drink orange juice right after brushing your teeth?? and you like ..... THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!  I DUNNO!!!AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!  I like chinese food though !And! Chinese restaurents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110748462171310388?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110748462171310388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110748462171310388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110748462171310388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110748462171310388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/02/itoia-says-if-you-want-something-to.html' title='*i*to*ia says : IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO FUCK... GRAB A DOG.....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110710549216320307</id><published>2005-01-30T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:18:12.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not drinking tonite..."</title><content type='html'>Okay... well it is about 12 o'clock in the afternoon right now and I feel a little bit better.  I have no idea what time I went to bed but I remember getting up like an hour ago and feeling like shit.  Runny nasty yet, clumpy unicorn shit.  So this is pretty much what happened last nite... *that I can remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinking began when I told my buddy KT that I was not going to trappers.  BAD MOVE!!!! Emily, my former RA, decided to give me some booze (h0w could I refuse??? :O).  Then her kick ass cool boyfriend Curtis decides... hey!!! let's get some RYE!!! WOO HOO!!!!! &lt;-----(is what I said in my mind).  So then I had quite a bit of that.  Then to trapppers I go while meeting some interesting people on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom I at trappers! spent 14 dollars on cover and the "vip" pass (cause I dunno why).  WTF!!! is all I said!!!! Then I had more rye and lots of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all this drinking I almost got into a fight, yelled at the bus driver, saw tash wit her bud christina and this girll..... nikki? (apparently I know nikki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo fun nite!!! uhmmmm I guess? I couldn't stand straight by the time I was out cold :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!!! I did work some things out in my head an such and I feel like I am a little bit more on top of things now (Y) which is good (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to you my friends is this: "MORE ALK-IE = LESS WALK-IE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110710549216320307?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110710549216320307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110710549216320307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110710549216320307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110710549216320307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-drinking-tonite.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not drinking tonite...&quot;'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110670058574130502</id><published>2005-01-25T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:51:38.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Love You</title><content type='html'>Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe his stories&lt;br /&gt;You know that they're all lies&lt;br /&gt;Bad as you are ,you stick around and I just don't know why&lt;br /&gt;If I was ya man (baby you)&lt;br /&gt;Never worry bout (what I do)&lt;br /&gt;I'd be coming home (back to you)&lt;br /&gt;Every night, doin' you right&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)&lt;br /&gt;Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings)&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a star (I just want to show you,you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;ListenYour true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go they stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're bad and it shows&lt;br /&gt;From your head to your toes,&lt;br /&gt;Out of control, baby you know&lt;br /&gt;If I was ya man (baby you)&lt;br /&gt;Never worry bout (what I do)&lt;br /&gt;I'd be coming home (back to you)&lt;br /&gt;Every night doin' you right&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)&lt;br /&gt;Fist full of diamonds (hand full of rings)&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better)&lt;br /&gt;We should be together girl (baby)&lt;br /&gt;With me and you it's whatever girl, hey!&lt;br /&gt;So can we make this thing ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat til it ends (about 3 times)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mario (talking):] Let me love you that's all you need baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110670058574130502?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110670058574130502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110670058574130502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110670058574130502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110670058574130502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-me-love-you.html' title='Let Me Love You'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110650309345778582</id><published>2005-01-23T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T09:58:13.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$18,000 worth of OSAP for this ......</title><content type='html'>Penguin Advocate: ....if the penguins tell me to do it this way, I believe them.  They would never lead me astray....NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy: But you see, penguins don't have thumbs and therefore do not know the advantage of computers because of that singular fact.  Had they thumbs, one could give them slightly more credability.  You can't trust a penguin without thumbs - you don't know their ulterior motive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA:  Penguins do not have thumbs.  Well....that is what they believe or wish to believe.  I understand that the evidence implies and 'strongly' support that penguins do not have thumbs.  However! that may not be the case.  Emperical evidence is flawed- the foundation of science.  Science does not prove anything... only explains (to a degree).&lt;br /&gt;MATH proves.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, your wrong. W-R-A-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy: Mathematically - for instance, if you were to pick up a penguin in your hands and take his... wing ? ... into your hand - you could count and easily discover the severe lack of phalanges...the "pollex" in particular.  So, i do believe YOU are wrang, good sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA:  My question is, how are you so sure that your senses do not deceive you?&lt;br /&gt;How are you so sure that their is truth in your methodology? Moreover, how do you buld a case upon such a weak foundation of knowledge? surely all your pillars will fall with ease....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy:  I must say you put up a good argument, however the only problem, or minor discrepancy, that i see in it is that if you do not trust your own senses, what do you trust? surely something out there must exist that you trust and that makes a strong "foundation" as you so lovingly call it because, after all, this world DOES exist, and without a methodology that is generally accepted, if i may call it that, surely we would get nowhere? If you can follow my train of thought, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA:  I laugh and chuckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA:  A strong foundation is based upon logic.  A prio ri  is where the foundation is built and A post rio ri evidence can be used as evidence to perhaps tickle the mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy:  So how do you argue that penguins have thumbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA:  Simply in this manner&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One is unable to justify that penguins do not have thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;One is unable to seek truth when one argues in the following manner: " IT IS THE CASE THAT PENUINS DO NOT HAVE THUMBS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One is able to effectively argue that "it is the case that penguins SEEM to have thumbs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Where the former is putting forth the soudness of the argument on a unjutifiable argument and the latter is putting forth the possibility that it may be justified as a belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Therefore, taking upon the former as the standing argument for debate is worth a chuckle and hence, is not needed for much further reflection.  Whereas, the latter is able to provide a concrete argument which bears fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy: And now, this fruit that it bears, is it generally percieved that it seems to have thumbs? my god you argue well lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA:  "and now, this fruit that it bears, is it generally percieved that it seems to have thumbs?" &lt;-- that made no sense.  How do arguments have thumbs?&lt;br /&gt;now your just crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy: lol it does in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy: Sometimes  you hurt my head a lil there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110650309345778582?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110650309345778582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110650309345778582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110650309345778582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110650309345778582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/18000-worth-of-osap-for-this.html' title='$18,000 worth of OSAP for this ......'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110644069845724005</id><published>2005-01-22T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:49:52.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought.....</title><content type='html'>EID UL-ADHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed, in regards to your family, I understand your position and believe me that I sincerely try to be quite empathetic to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... Eid (which just passed u not so long ago) is celebrated by Muslims from all across the globe. It is an event which commemorates the the strong faith of Abraham. In the bible, Abraham is asked to sacrifice his (and I believe his only) son as a testament of his love for God. Traditionally, I belive still today, Muslims sacrifice their wealth and some also their good health to God. Moreover, a sheep is traditionally sacrificed and distrubuted to the poor and the hungry- a day long event. On this day, Muslims also dress themselves with 'neutral' attire in order to take down socially ascribed identities such as; class, wealth, cultural affillation and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This celebration is one of devotion, mercy and love. On January 21st, many Muslims gathered from all around and celebrated the love of God and the devotion of the Prophet Muhammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decmeber 25th, Christmas day (not the birth of Jesus, maybe an excellent marketing campaign..nonetheless...). In Canada, social status was not put away. The luxury hotels were all booked (but of course, the homeless were given shelter). Expensive gifts were bought but the donations made- were little. Some showed love and good faith while others failed to do what they preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not an individual who wishes to point figures or raise debate. I raise these issues because I believe they are worth talking about and reflecting upon. Anyone who reads this knows fair well my message and their position as an indvidual in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I have not made the best decisions in life nor will I always. I will admit that but, I guess we will see who I become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110644069845724005?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110644069845724005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110644069845724005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110644069845724005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110644069845724005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/thought.html' title='A thought.....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110619451613397960</id><published>2005-01-19T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:47:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Artist: Kanye West (feat. Syleena Johnson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Album: The College DropoutSong: All Falls Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Chorus - 4x] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh when it all, it all falls down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm telling you ohh, it all falls down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Kanye West]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man I promise, she's so self conscious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She has no idea what she's doing in college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That major that she majored in don't make no money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, tell me that ain't insecurrre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The concept of school seems so securrre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sophmore three yearrrs aint picked a careerrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She like fuck it, I'll just stay down herre and do hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Airs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause her baby daddy don't really care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's so precious with the peer pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alexus (a Lexus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She had hair so long that it looked like weave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then she cut it all off now she look like Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Single black female addicted to retail and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Chorus - repeat 2x (w/ Kanye ad-libs)]&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Kanye West]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man I promise, I'm so self conscious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rollies and Pasha's done drove me crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that versace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I spent 400 bucks on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I can't even go to the grocery store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without some ones thats clean and a shirt with a team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems we living the american dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the people highest up got the lowest self esteem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The prettiest people do the ugliest things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the road to riches and diamond rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We shine because they hate us, floss cause they degrade us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We trying to buy back our 40 acres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for that paper, look how low we a'stoop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coop/coupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Chorus - repeat 2x (w/ Kanye ad-libs)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Verse - Kanye West]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I say fuck the police, thats how I treat em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things we buy to cover up what's inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why shortys hollering "where the ballas' at?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a white man get paid off of all of that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I ain't even gon act holier than thou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I had a house and I'd do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a Benz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna act ballerific like it's all terrific&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a problem with spending before I get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all self conscious I'm just the first to admit it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - to fade (w/ Kanye ad-libs)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110619451613397960?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110619451613397960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110619451613397960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110619451613397960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110619451613397960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110600544925834707</id><published>2005-01-17T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:44:09.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell ya....</title><content type='html'>Now.... the thing is I haven't been really angry or nottin lately except for the homo bus driver who wouldn't let me on the bus today.... I don't know... maybe he was racist or he found out that his mom was gay... who knows??? maybe leprauchan's touch him at nite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... anyways....this is the deal... past couple of days have been coldplay, looking at the sky and listening to lots of slow jamz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the ladies who are reading this and don't know the significance of all that above...then I sorry but can't explain further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the male readers.... I know what your thinking.... I thinking it too... *sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.... so I live wit 3 girls now.  It's nice... let me tell ya... you get a clean house.... it smells nice....and i dunno... I guess I just got cool housemates so I having fun here and all....&lt;br /&gt;- To the guys.... let me tell you....*although most of you already know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is pretty much my last couple days in short with leaving some things out here and their....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz for now (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110600544925834707?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110600544925834707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110600544925834707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110600544925834707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110600544925834707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-me-tell-ya.html' title='Let me tell ya....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110565638188350991</id><published>2005-01-13T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:46:21.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guelph Transit System = FUCK UPS</title><content type='html'>So... after a super enlightening lecture on Francis Bacon and another so heart racing summary on Karl Marx for the 4 millionth time... class was finally over.. that's right!  Get to go home to good food and warm sheets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! the weather and the Guelph transit system decided to fuck wit me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let us discuss this stupid ass weather. Yesterday, it was raining, icy and cold as fuck.  Shit son it was so cold Satan's balls shrank a little.  Anyways, I missed my most important class and got soaked in the rain and hungry and blah blah blah.. right...&lt;br /&gt;so! the next day (today) I was like sweet! nice weather and shit! but nooooooooooooo mother nature was being a fucking dumb slut and decided to give me rain.  WTF! is her problem?! That bitch never gonna get laid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the homo bus came and I never got on...twice! then I got onto the third one which was the wrong fucking bus.... so! I had to transfer buses at the mall...now!!! this is where stupidness goes beyond what oxford can describe..... your stupid ugly lazy ass is suppose to be here at 5... 5 mother fucker ! 5 .... not 5:20!!! you fucking stupid dumb shit! Jeez where the fuck do you find these people??? shit!! get some fucking penguins to do your job and they will fucking get here at 5! why? cause their not fuck ups like you...&lt;br /&gt;On top of this the guy dropped me off right in front of a fucking puddle... fucking retard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On top of all this... now anyone who owns a pair of LUGS will agree with me that if your socks get wet you been standing in the rain way to mother fucking long......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the point is.... Guelph Transit System are bunch of fucking retards....I'm pretty sure the main office and board of director for this wonderful transportation system is composed of transexual big lip Malaysian crack-addict prostitutes in a dark room trying to find a line of crack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ! FUCKING IDIOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110565638188350991?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110565638188350991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110565638188350991' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110565638188350991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110565638188350991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/guelph-transit-system-fuck-ups.html' title='Guelph Transit System = FUCK UPS'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110548309169120410</id><published>2005-01-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T14:38:11.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty day.....</title><content type='html'>Well.... I woke up this morning tired as ass......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-then I missed my bus&lt;br /&gt;-then I went to class for modern philosophy&lt;br /&gt;-then I went to go deal with this shit with my bank casuse their retards&lt;br /&gt;-then I came back here and had classical theory which I once agan slept thourgh&lt;br /&gt;-then I went home but took the wrong bus&lt;br /&gt;-so I had to walk back to the main intersection to catch the bus&lt;br /&gt;-but I bought some food first&lt;br /&gt;-and that got cold&lt;br /&gt;-then I got cold&lt;br /&gt;-then the bus came&lt;br /&gt;-but it was out of service so I had to wait for another one&lt;br /&gt;-and now I just got home and did the dishes&lt;br /&gt;-and I have class (Social Deviance) from 7-10pm tonite so I will have to go back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SHIT FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110548309169120410?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110548309169120410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110548309169120410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110548309169120410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110548309169120410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/shitty-day.html' title='Shitty day.....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110540729457127183</id><published>2005-01-10T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:34:54.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream today during my nap</title><content type='html'>Okay so.. it made be feel a little weird and shit cause it was kind of a messed up and shit...but! their dreams so I guess a little expected I just dont know how it went from playing Blood Rayne 2 on the ps2 for an hour or so to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a clay figuerine of an evil long beared asian monk&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would touch it&lt;br /&gt;and when I did it crumbled&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to fix it&lt;br /&gt;and everytime I put the right pieces together it would fuse&lt;br /&gt;and then !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the pieces were completed this huge cliff rose&lt;br /&gt;and their were soldiers all over the place *they were emperial soldiers of the chinese dynasty in like all these bad ass colours&lt;br /&gt;and then this super soldier came out with like silver&lt;br /&gt;and then all the soldiers came together and became one&lt;br /&gt;and then he was like&lt;br /&gt;thanks for saving me&lt;br /&gt;then I was like no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he was like I have been trapped in this box for 200 years so what has changed since I've been gone&lt;br /&gt;and I took him around&lt;br /&gt;and I showed him hot white girls playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110540729457127183?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110540729457127183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110540729457127183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110540729457127183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110540729457127183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-dream-today-during-my-nap.html' title='My Dream today during my nap'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110538722331600597</id><published>2005-01-10T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:00:23.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what's been on my mind and such....</title><content type='html'>Festivus was fun and such.. did some chillin and watch bloodsport "Bricks don't hit back!" HAHAHAHA.... and got some gifts and stuff...wooh hoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was new years...oh wow... what a nite practically everyone yacked *sadly I was the first to go with redecorating the outside of the building with doritos and sushi... tried to join the century club... didn't make it sadly... although Marce did and she is now like my hero!!!! woooh hoo!!!! *btw, for everyone readining this she yacked too HAHAHA it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was...a few days of boredom and sitting around and talking to DQ girl a bit....and eating chicken briyani and samosa's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was .... CHINESE RESTAURENT !!!!! everything was so good!!!!  Affordable prices... good chicken...good fish.....yummy...... I loved it! definately gotta grab some take out from their someday... they have a wicked 3-piece combo deal... maybe I grab that some day too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was moving in to the new house.... fun fun fun... kinda small and all but it don't phase me cause I like it and all...its.... cozy.....everyone here is cool to chill wit so all is good (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that is pretty much it....check back soon and I keep you updated on what be happenin' in my world and such....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110538722331600597?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110538722331600597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110538722331600597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110538722331600597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110538722331600597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-this-is-whats-been-on-my-mind-and.html' title='So this is what&apos;s been on my mind and such....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110308606721905927</id><published>2004-12-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:47:47.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the deal with....</title><content type='html'>Exams seem like a good idea at first....but really... their not... I mean come on now... I am going to fucking cram for mother fucking weeks to learn all this shit and then get pissed drunk and forget it all.  Ah! you say....perhaps you shouldn't drink Freddy...It's detremental to your liver, memory and wallet....well...truth be told...If I didn't drink their is no fucking way I would of made this far in university.  Seriously! All those out their who go through their university career without a sip of alcohol...I praise you all *standing ovation.....&lt;br /&gt;I got 6 six years of this shit.... and honours to hit......I need my beer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I am way to weak for this school system.  I have white hairs...!!! WHITE HAIRS!!! come on... I ain't suppose to have that shit until I'm like at least 60! and I am like 49 million pounds overweight...!!!!!! *I have no time for real food...I have "eat what you can" food.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I have a fairly high GPA.... I won't mention it... I don't think its significantly relevant, however, I mention that it is high in order to say; I am not a slacker!! I do my fucking work!!!!! *So it's not like I complain for nothing... although, sadly, it is in my nature to do so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is in itself a double edged sword situation since..... I do my work and freak out everyday casue TA's hurt my head OR!!! I don't do my work and get kicked out of school..... what shitty options.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I am too tired to go on wit the blog...and my room is so mother fucking cold!!!! the fuck is this place .... anyways......I hope all things go well during these difficult times of the year...for everyone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110308606721905927?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110308606721905927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110308606721905927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110308606721905927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110308606721905927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/12/whats-deal-with.html' title='What&apos;s the deal with....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110264814893775824</id><published>2004-12-09T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:02:39.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Courtesy Anyone???</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is the deal... I was on way back to the library today with my nice and warm Fair Trade coffee.... that's right people!!! fair trade!!!... anyways...so this lady in front of me holding some shit opens the door and lets herself in. Normally that is cool... whatever, you wanna be an inconsiderate fuck who can't hold a door behind you.. fine... but this one here was a special case ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... this bitch here decides that she is gonnna open the fucking door so that their is just enough room for her stupid lazy ass to get in....like what the fuck is wrong with her?!!!! FUCKING SHIT!!! stupid bitch pissed me off so bad I was gonna fucking knock her out with a blow right to the fucking back of the head with my freaking coffee. She got me so damn angry.... And you know what... the second door she opens.... she does the little keep up thing with her foot so that I have just barely enough time to grab the door.. its like she's saying "here bitch! catch this shit"... Man...shoulda fucking whacked her wit my coffeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not like I never adress this issue to people.. you know... I give the sarcastic "thanks for holding the door"... and then they will take 1 of 3 actions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ignore me and pretend I didn't say anything... which proves what??? I know you fucking heard me you stupid fucker don't try to play that shit off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Give a sarcastic or bitchy comment and not hold the second door... what does that prove????? your a fucking stupid bitch who I should fucking attack with coffee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Turn around and give me a dirty look (maybe make a stupid comment) and not hold the second door????... this goes to show that.... not only are you a sutpid fucking inconsiderate piece of turtle shit ...but!!! that your also an ugly bitch who should never be allowed to speak again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... that was my piss off of the day... normally I cuss way more..but! I have had time to cool down so I cool wit it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people... all I ask is... hold the door... it takes two seconds and it will prevent an asian guy from bitch slapping you with a coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110264814893775824?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110264814893775824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110264814893775824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110264814893775824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110264814893775824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/12/common-courtesy-anyone.html' title='Common Courtesy Anyone???'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110256020568585217</id><published>2004-12-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:44:08.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Boring Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't really know what to blog about today. I haven't really been angry lately. More like just kinda disappointed at myself for not doing work. I have crazy ass exams but the studying is like ... well... yeah pretty much minimal.. I dunno what is going on. I just don't really feel like learning about astronomy right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.... Festivus is comin up which should be kick ass !!!! and we also have this thing called Christmas and NO! JESUS WAS NOT!!! I REPEAT !!!! WAS NOT BORN THAT DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways... as I was sayin... yeah festivus should be nice... really lookin forward to it.. haven't been home in so long and I gotta see people..lot's of people!!!! its gonna be great!!!!! same goes with new years!! yay new years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... this blog seems really boring without my anger.. I dunno guys.. I sorries man... no one really piss me off lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last note yes D... I agree wit you....*for those who need reference to which comment I refer to... check out... darrintg.blogspot.com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry = Ugly chick who's face was on fire and they tried to put out with a rusty metal chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110256020568585217?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110256020568585217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110256020568585217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110256020568585217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110256020568585217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/12/really-boring-blog.html' title='Really Boring Blog'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110212935931154591</id><published>2004-12-03T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T08:51:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>That's right... The date is... December 3rd, 2004... Today is fucking down right gutter ass shit... I haven't had to experience something this full of shit since... Well.. I dunno a long time...Today is totally fucking pissing me off... So... I wake up and guess what... My fucking cheeks are like an extra ten mother fucking pounds on each side making me look like a fucking Asian chipmunk...(stupid wisdom teeth... Stupid 4 wisdom teeth...)... Then I eat my congee... Which is the same shit that I have been eating for three mother fucking days!!! 3 fucking days of that shit...I can only eat so much of that shit man!!! FUCK!!! So then I go to Phil of science... And what do I learn... Some shit about fucking rockets .... oooohhhhhh wow... I feel like a whole new fucking person now... Then I fucking go to ethics.. Has much as I love ethics... I get my paper back and you know what my mark was ??? D+ that's right!!!! A D MOTHER FUCKING +.... Man I have written less coherent shit then that paper and gotten a better mark.. Stupid mother fucking TA cock sucker bear muffdiver fish shit.... SO FUCKING PISSED OFF!!!! Now I got this fucking paper due on Monday and... You know what??... I DON't FUCKING FEEL LIKE DOING IT!!!!!! But what??? I have to!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCKING SHIT FUCK MOTHER FUCKING BITCH WHORE SLUT ANUS FUCKING SCROTUM ASS FUCKER!!!!!!!!!! Well... At this point I am just waiting for my next pill poppin time..2am :D :D :D... The only happy time of my fucking day... jeeez...Anyways point of the blog is that I need to vent and only one person is NICE ENOUGH TO LISTEN!!! That is right ***** 1 ***** ONE *** UNO **** person is willing to listen to me bitch... And that is my good buddy ... VIC ... YES!! I will admit that I have lots of anger spurts and I complain and bitch a lot but... Yeah I got nothing.... fuck... Point is... I still have hope for this world in aiding those who are ignorant to what they have and may throw away their lives to a lifelong devotion of public service to our wonderful democratic-bureaucratic-capitalist society....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. That is it for today... Once again FUCK YOU FRIDAY I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR FAT SISTER's COCK AND PASS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *** I know that their a lot of spelling mistakes... no need to comment on that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yah Vic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110212935931154591?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110212935931154591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110212935931154591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110212935931154591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110212935931154591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/12/fuck-you-friday.html' title='FUCK YOU FRIDAY'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110201982545187081</id><published>2004-12-02T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:37:05.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look back...</title><content type='html'>... to my past and reflect on the things I have gone through in my life, the good and hard times, I see a lot of change.  Of course, I guess we can all say that.  Each year a little bit, for some a great deal, of who we are changes and we become a person anew-with new goals and a different purpose. Those who know me, know that in the past several years I began to ponder my position on what I feel I want to do with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that when I began this search I was unahppy with who I was.  I knew that I could do more and I could become someone more.  One thing that has always been on mind during this (still on going) journey is that whatever it is I do, I do not want to do it for me, it is the welfare of others that I wish to put ahead of my own.  I am not saying that I am an altruistic person who never acts for my own sake.  Rather, I hope that my actions serve to make the world a better place on the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it ironic and emberrassing that I advocate, through my essays and my daily conversations, that it is our moral duty to help those whom we can and yet my actions prove to show differently.  Well, maybe not all.  I help those who I can when I can.  But, like I said before I could do more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world many suffer and many die daily- mothers, fathers, sons, daughters and grandparents.  The sad part is that many die from preventable diseases.  This makes me feel alienated as my convictions and my actions do not cohere entirely and the lives of those who could have been saved were not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done more lately, to try and help whom I can.  And I encourage you to take some time and reflect on the sanctity of life act in good faith to help those who are in need.  I am not implying that everything and all things ought be sacrificed for others.  I am encouuraging everyone who reads this post to help guide the cause in ensuring the welfare of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for all of you who sit down with your love one's this christmas to look around at the faces of those who care for you and share that same feeling with whomever you can.  I know of nothing of greater intrinsic value in life then love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110201982545187081?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110201982545187081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110201982545187081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110201982545187081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110201982545187081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-i-look-back.html' title='When I look back...'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110183263131632063</id><published>2004-11-30T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:37:11.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Tune.....</title><content type='html'>I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope I'll be your love Be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath Truly madly deeply do.. I will be strong I will be faithful 'Cos I'm counting on a new beginning. A reason for living. A deeper meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain. I want to bathe with you in the sea. I want to lay like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars are shining brightly In the velvet sky, I'll make a wish Send it to heaven Then make you want to cry.. The tears of joy For all the pleasure and the certainty. That we're surrounded By the comfort and protection of.. The highest power. In lonely hours. The tears devour you.. I want to stand with you on a mountain, I want to bathe with you in the sea. I want to lay like this forever, Until the sky falls down on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see it baby? You don't have to close your eyes 'Cos it's standing right before you. All that you need will surely come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope I'll be your love Be everything that you need. I'll love you more with every breath Truly madly deeply do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110183263131632063?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110183263131632063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110183263131632063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110183263131632063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110183263131632063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/11/classic-tune.html' title='Classic Tune.....'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110174101899548204</id><published>2004-11-29T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:32:53.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I will never understand women and have stopped trying...</title><content type='html'>You see... so this is the way I see it right now in terms of the miscommunication and the head aches I get (and every other male for that matter) when I talk to women... aite so.... let me put this plainly and I'll elaborate later.. maybe give an example or two to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Men understand through PRINCIPLE&lt;br /&gt;*** Women understand through CONTEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, like I have no doubt in my mind that that is the root of the problem here. I dunno why we do it and NOT saying that ALL males and ALL females do this but, for the majority of cases I think this applies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. let me elaborate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say that guys understand things through principle I am saying that our method of thinking and judgments are based on universal rules. These rules stand an are never infringed upon unless.. sorry to say it ladies... but the only times these rules are neglected are when you start hurting our heads and.... everything and anything that we could say will be pointless.. in this case we just save our energy..... zone out... and think of happier thoughts while you rant on about how useless and inconsiderate we are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say that the ladies think through context.. well I think the definition of the word speaks for itself... women just analyze things way to freaking much and ask many aggravating rhetorical pointless questions that will always have the same answer (hence rhetorical)... but, regardless of how many times a situation is dealt with they never really take the advice into consideration and just keep on over analyzing and whinning about how something doesn't make sense and "________" &lt;---- put in a male stereotype that never, of course, applies to women....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a few examples are in order.... at this point the guys are now laughing cause its freaking true and some lady reading this thing thinks that I'm an ass hole (btw, fuck you if you think so you stupid bitch)... anyways moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what a guy will do is ... according to principle... call you several days afterwards and talk to you *assuming he wants a second date or wants to see you again. period&lt;br /&gt;that is it! that's right that is it... can you freaking believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. what girl will do is ask an infinite amount of rhetorical and pointless questions such as "why has'nt he called yet?"... "does he like me if calls on this day? or this day?" ...and so forth.. although I'm sure I have another million examples I may get too aggravated by trying to remember all these stupid convos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The talking thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys will talk to a girl cause you know.. we care... and we wanna hear what you have to say and what you been up to etc... ***this usually shouldn’t take more then 2 hours in my opinion which is already a pretty freaking long time to be telling the same fucking story...anywayz... well yeah that is it.. that is why we call... to stay on good grounds and cause most of us care and all that mushy stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girls will be like.... analyzing: every fucking word, length of convo, our tone of voice, joke, names of other girls mentioned and the events of yesterday, today and every set plan for the next week..... And through these convo's they will come about retarded questions which hurt my head and make me wanna send out penguins of death (strapped with dynamite) to bombard their house and just blow it right the fuck down...and then bitch slap them for being stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. sorry about the rant.. just.... you know what... test out this theory the next time you get a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS = Princples&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS = Context&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz ... (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110174101899548204?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110174101899548204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110174101899548204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110174101899548204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110174101899548204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-i-will-never-understand-women-and.html' title='Why I will never understand women and have stopped trying...'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110152529233130199</id><published>2004-11-26T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T19:19:05.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote I really like...</title><content type='html'>"If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier then other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Charles De Montesquieu ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110152529233130199?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110152529233130199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110152529233130199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110152529233130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110152529233130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/11/quote-i-really-like.html' title='A quote I really like...'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110122751422250858</id><published>2004-11-23T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:36:22.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid fucking people</title><content type='html'>Aite ... So this is the deal.. I was checking out my buddy’s blog leartist.blogspot.com and while reading his random rants I decided to check out this one site that he presented has racist beyond KKK's. I was like WTF??? Who the fuck could more racist then those chicken shits (although the list could go on....)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I looked into it myself....and check this out... &lt;a href="http://www.stormfront.org/forum/archive/index.php/t-26904.html"&gt;http://www.stormfront.org/forum/archive/index.php/t-26904.html&lt;/a&gt; .... K, all I gotta say to that is... MOTHER FUCKERS!!!! This kind of shit fucking pisses me off. Stupid mother fucking ignorant people trying to shape the world into 'skinhead' extremists because they are 'social outcasts'. Let me tell you something you stupid dumb fucks ( I make this generalization of stupid dumb fucks cause clearly none of you know what the fuck your talking about, have the worst fucking grammar I ever seen in my life and can't spell for shit) the world is not going to be better place if those views are expressed and taken seriously. These opinions are random rants that could of been more coherent and bear more weight if a donkey diarrhea'ed those dialogues. That's right you stupid mother fuckers! That is exactly how ignorant you and your 'brothers' and 'sisters' are. I read some of your posts and it clearly shows that you either had really sad (boo fucking hoo) childhoods or no one likes you. Who the fuck would? I wouldn't.... and oh no you had a sad childhood fucking cry about it. Millions of people have it much worse then you do and are now on the canon of critical thinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this... all I gotta say is that I do not feel sorry for you at all... you’re all stupid ignorant fucks who are into your own self pity to damn much to be considered a person. Your fucking borderline stupid shit. You know what? I'm gonna go kick all you stupid bitches right in the fucking ovaries so you and your Nazi 'skinhead' relative can no longer reproduce anyTHING that is stupider then the lamp I'm looking at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I outz for now.... (C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110122751422250858?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110122751422250858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110122751422250858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110122751422250858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110122751422250858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/11/stupid-fucking-people.html' title='Stupid fucking people'/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9214776.post-110079996067826492</id><published>2004-11-18T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:46:00.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion... I think Marx might be on to something.... </title><content type='html'>..... The religious beliefs of the Chinese certainly portray a unique perspective of China’s culture and identity.  Through the influence of Confucianism, Daoism and Buddhism the people of China have systematically created religious practices that fulfill their fundamental and sacred divine values.  Each of the three ancient religions has given something to the Chinese that is uniquely theirs, their identity.  Furthermore, the notions of afterlife have been a dominant part of the Chinese religion.  The conception of the transcendent soul of the Chinese fortifies sacred ancient values and morals.  Still, it is important to remember that contemporary China has a new face, one that is largely influenced by foreign beliefs.  Christianity and Mao Zedong’s Marxist doctrines have changed the very fundamental values which were created by the ancient ancestors of China.  Moreover, the government of China is now of higher hierarchy than the divinity of religious faith.  The religions of China are fabricated for instrumental purposes.  Since ancient times, religion is practiced for the purpose of maintaining the fundamental values of the people of China.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9214776-110079996067826492?l=vmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110079996067826492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9214776&amp;postID=110079996067826492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110079996067826492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9214776/posts/default/110079996067826492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vmojo.blogspot.com/2004/11/religion-i-think-marx-might-be-on-to.html' title='Religion... I think Marx might be on to something.... '/><author><name>v_mojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002428085814585945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
