hamasaki ayumi

i was wandering the web earlier and came across some done up vans in ha-pan.  the vans are owned by fans of hamasaki ayumi (some singer bitch).  click here to see them...

if you make your way down the page, the guy who posted the pics does a quick write-up about the singer...


 


ahhhhhhhhahahahaha!!! and this...


 

jap's amuse me.

zatoichi

 

muahhhhahahahaha

don't you love it when a joke works perfectly?  and then, you're still able to carry it on for a couple of days???  that's the best!!!

jeff free, stephen nguyen, clark gable, barry bunds, longranger, kristie c., sakura77, ginzaboy, mattrix, touchyfeely, softee, i am gaynadian., bryson, garreth, brent, kazimodo... what do they all have in common?  all created by yours truly.

i'm the best.

taken from www.dacango.blogspot.com...

  

streeeeetch

i can now lift my arms way up high, but my arms still take time to bend at the elbow.  so the shoulders and the chest are good, but the arms still burn.

"what up batch?"

mi-mommy's funny, she asks me for my permission to play mj with her friends.
 
when i say no, she says, "please, 'Co?"
 
keekeekee

get well soon!

you'll be back to normal IN no time VAL!  take cared kID.
 

 

 

junk heaven

what better way to spend a saturday night than a trip to night market...
 
first of all, i'm really trying not to be racist (seriously), but why pick an area where there is no parking except tight-ass stalls and street parallel parking?  now we all know what the dominant race at night market is, so you think the organizers could find a spot with a giant parking lot where the bad driving wouldn't really matter.  the car circus is easily seen as soon as you get off the knight street bridge.  although it can be hella funny at times, it does get pretty stressful being in the middle of real-life bumper cars.
 
once you've found a parking spot (5km's away), you have to battle through a sea of people.  as soon as we got in the market, it was like being on the shinjuku line at rush hour.  that's right, private part touching included!  no joke ask eugene, when we were leaving, i turned around to say something to euge and this little maybe 4yr old kid sticks his hand out as he walked passed me and touched my thing!  it was so random!!!
 
it never ceases to amaze me how people can just sell loads and loads of absolute crap.  who thinks, "damn, i should buy all this crap (in asia) and make money selling it at night market!"???  if the prices for all this shit are so cheap, does that mean they give this stuff away where it comes from?  100cd spindle for 30 bucks?  6 pairs of socks for 10 bucks?  cartoon print flip-flops for 4 bucks?  how much does this stuff actually cost?
 
one of the never fail pluses for night market is the food section.  where else can you get such a variety of asian "tapas" at such bargain basement prices?  (shout out to the flips selling bbq and lumpia)
 
but no matter how much trash i talk about the zoo that is night market, there are times when you just happen to find a "diamond in the rough."  2 bones for my newest toy!!!
 

 
this electric fly swatter is going to be useful at home and at bbq's exploding unwanted bugs, but most importantly, it'll be the provider of hours and hours of drunken fun (in the form of electrocution).  2AA batteries give a pretty good jolt.
 
time to sleep.
 

truce... for now

this story is about some b at work that pissed off mandeep and i. we like to "take it to the extreme" at work when it comes to cracking jokes and making fun of each other. anyways, this b went overboard and sent an e-mail where man-slip and i were dissing some chick, to the chick that we were making fun of. the girl we were making fun of was upset, but later understood that we were just joking 'cuz she really likes man-creet and i (no joke, she wants to have sex with man-dip and i, probably at the same time too! but that's another days post). so man-tid and i confronted the b about her forwarding the e-mail and told her she was stupid, she lashed back saying that that what we write is not her responsibility or some shit (she talks so much smack about the girl we were making fun of too, just not on e-mails like man-sleep and i). i had to hold man-jeet back 'cuz he wanted to slap her. anyways, man-preet and i decided to just avoid b altogether from now on.

so man-creep and i haven't talked to this b in almost 2 months, and it's pretty tough to do considering we're basically on a team of 6 people. i get to work this morning and look who's all apologetic... crazy b. she starts apologizing madly and saying how she can't stand working here anymore without man-sleep and i even acknowledging her existence. she showed us some e-mail she printed out apologizing to the girl we were making fun of in the first place. we told her that it didn't have to be like this but she brought it upon herself. we said we'd be her friends again. she got up and went straight to the bathroom to wash her face or something. and man-jinder and i laughed so hard i almost passed out.

yeah, i'm an asshole at work too.

every day as warren g

can you put a value on your life?

would you play any game to have it back?

would you die trying?

can you see what i saw?

haaaaat

i was just at the quay and it's boiling in there! if my office wasn't a refrigerator, i'd probably pass out, that's how i figure i've fallen asleep the past couple nights at home, from heat stroke. the worst is like last night when you're sitting around (at bien&jean's), not in any direct sunlight (or any light for that matter), and you're not doing anything, ANYTHING, and you're sweating like a dog!!! feels so gross. i wonder if there's a pill you can take to cool your core body temperature, that would be the shit!

where can i buy that mist contraption? i'll probably need it tonight at daca's (fuckin' sauna).

heat sucks, i wish it would snow tonight.

multitasking

there's nothing better than being able to accomplish multiple goals in a single time frame. quinton "rampage" jackson manages to score a gazillion points, knockout ricardo arona with a dibilitating power bomb, and incurs a gash just above his right eye that easily sows up with 40 stitches.

now that's efficiency!!!



support the black man.

who can't stand stupidity in the workplace?

i can't! i can't!

bad side

i guess that could be considered a problem... if you ever rub me the wrong way, you're screwed. some of you might know what i'm talking about, it only takes one incident and i'm never gonna forget. i could give a few examples, but some of you might read this and not want to be my friend anymore.

...but then again, i probably wouldn't really give a shit!

ring ring!

wake up sweetie, it's your birthday!!!

snowflakes

my face has started to peel. i figure it's just a matter of time before my chest, sholders, and back will follow suit. i wonder how all the chafing from my golf bag tomorrow will aid in that process. my skin feels like dry leather.

kings throne

the perfect seat for a birthday boy, an old toilet sitting in an alley.



although the long (super long) weekend ended with the need to cover my body in aloe every 2 hours, it was fun nonetheless. playing hookie from work, poker @ lex's, golf on canada day, bbq @ pat's, playing with kyla, shopping with jeanne, lounging @ sof's, kitchening with kent, bbq @ eva's, splashdown with the triple A crewette for charlene's bday, bbq @ john's, all capped off with an alienz game of a-s-s 'til 1am. good clean fun!!!



this, on the other hand, is straight up dirty chug styles.

(he even put the lid up!!!)

my skin feels like burning.

ever spend 8 hours in the sun at splashdown without having any sunblock touch your skin? i didn't know my skin could look as red as it currently does.

last night we were out on the deck and my legs and arms were feeling chilly, but my chest, shoulders and back were on fire!!!

chomp chomp chomp

guess who has 2 teeth that just popped out...



hi kyla!!!