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Goodbye Summer. [10 May 2007|10:37am]
I have a horizontal tear of the body and posterior horn of the medial meniscus extending to the inferior articular surface with associated parameniscal cyst formation extending posteriorly.

I hate my life.

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I love the month of May ... WOOOOOOOO! [24 May 2006|04:46pm]
[ mood | naughty ]

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

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Trashy [10 May 2006|11:11am]
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Problemz. [19 Apr 2006|04:24pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

These past few days I have been in a funk trying to find meaning in alot of things. Trying to find value in my life. I take a step back and I look at it, and it's missing something. Maybe it is missing something that used to be there, or maybe it is missing something that was never there to begin with. Trying to find it is a bitch. After endlessly looking at useless webpages that feed me useless information I came across the skateboard video magazine 411. Some dude was in a car crash and almost died, so his whole take on life it to just skate all day cause you just don't know when you're ticket is gonna get called. I wonder how that would feel like? To be in a fucking near fatal car accident, what would some of the things I do the next day? What would I be thinking days after the incident?

Maybe that's what I am missing from my life, that one something that I would do everyday if i was given a second chance at life. Have I lost my passions? Have I lost my drive? I don't even fucking know anymore. Fuck.

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Tired of everything [10 Apr 2006|10:04am]
[ mood | amused ]

Sups Funboxes.

Went to hunter for riding yesterdays. I never thought I would be on my snowboard on the east coast in April but it proved to be a good time, Rode down belt parkway like fucking 10 times. Gliding on big chunks of slush, might be the closest thing to powder I ever experience. Tested out my new boots, I cant tell if they are too small or if burton just fucking sucks. I say it might very well be the latter. I must say though it was an upgrade from my fucking airwalk halfpipes. Might as well be wearing high tops on the mountain with those boots. These new boots will take some more getting used to but I really hope that the pressure spots on my foot will be alleviated once the boot is worn in, but something tells me it wont be. oh wellz. Hey at least they aren't "ski" boots. rofls.

Last night ended with eating in chinatown shanghai style, whatever the fuck that means. But the food was good, much better idea than stopping off at the palisades mall and eating fucking garbage. I would have definitely had gotten something that was 80% deep fried. MMMMmmmmm So good. But yet so bad. Afterward, I dunno if it was the MSG or the Snowboarding after showering, the wife and I had a contest as to who could sleep first. That's not fun no one wins that contest. Out by 11:00. Booya. The below clip is safe for work.


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Garbage [21 Mar 2006|12:26pm]
[ mood | nerdy ]

I've bought alot of garbage in the past couple of days.

3 pairs of goggles
3 burton Shirts
1 pair of burton boots
100 DVD-Rs
1 Firewire Card
1 80 Gig Hard Drive
1 10 pound bag of cat food
1 Ticket to an off broadway play

What a bunch of garbage. Even though all that shit was like at least 40% off. Can you say CHEAP FUCKING CHINK? oh I can. I CAN.

What a fucking lame post.

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Morning Puke Clean up [15 Mar 2006|03:32pm]
[ mood | quixotic ]

Last night I actually did something productive instead of sitting and doing something completely lame or ghey. In fact I think I am going to look into taking some chinese classes. Does anyone know where I can find classes for ABC's like myself that can speak it and understand most of it but is looking to learn how to read and write and perhaps learn more advanced Chinese, mainly mandarin. I know no one is gonna know anything but it is worth a shot to ask.

This morning was bad. I wake up and notice that there is a nice pile of Cat puke next to my bed. Seems like Rofls ate some of that string that was on that toy with the clear plastic wand. She puked it up good along with whatever she had for dinner it seems. After febreezing the fuck out of my carpet I walk right on top of more rofls yarf on the hardwood. Stepping in th was pretty gross, barefoot right into cat bile. So I had to clean that shit up too. So I'm sitting there at the comp setting up some downloads when all of a sudden Rofls meows pathetically a couple of times, I go check it out and she's puking more clear nastiness. Fucking Cat. I clean that shit up and then hop into the shower. So every morning that cat has a routine, once I step out of the shower the fucking animal does one of two things randomly; Either she fucking sits there and stares at you and meows and meows and meows. Or it waits for you around the corner and when you pass her she runs toward her food bowl. Cats are pretty useless it seems. So anyhoots, it wasn't doing either this morning. What scared me was that it didnt eat anything when i put her gruel into her bowl. That was the first time ever that cat refused food. I was scared. So I hung out and hand fed it some pellets, then bam! back into crazy hungry beast that has no other objective but to get fat. Stupid rofls.

This morning I ate a muffin and this afternoon I had some serious grease, Chicken fingers and fries it was dumped straight out of the deep fryer. Nastiness, what the hell was I thinking? I think I am gonna skip dinner tonight. Also if you have read this far in my otherwise mundane post, I think it may be time to hang up my Halo guns. I think I've had enough of that game. We'll see though my live subscription ends on April 4th. Who wants to fight one last time before Kokchain rides off into the sunset?

kokchain out.

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[14 Mar 2006|06:34pm]
[ mood | rushed ]

Hay Guys.
Last night Wincheng and I decided we are gonna go return some ass pads and then go to a bar to milk them of their 20 cent wings while watching the knicks "play" basketball. When I say "play", I really mean "lose". Anyhoo. We returned our booty to paragon to save 20 dollars on some butt pads for the wife. Then off to the bar! Wincheng gets a burger and I get 20 wings. Fast forward about 20 minutes... I feel like complete shit. I killed off 18 wings and 3 beers, my stomache is about to burst and I feel like throwing up. So we get outta there and hop on the train during halftime, the knicks game is surprisingly close. Get home and I throw up all over my cat. Ok just kidding. We get home and the game is a blowout and then I pass out. Kareem calls me to play halo and my girlfriend goes to sleep sexually unsatisfied (yet again)

What a monday night. And I was just saying how healthy I am. For shame. Anyway. Today I am going to go to petco redeem a cat food coupon and then I am gonna go home heat up some chow mein, and maybe make a burrito. Then Clean my room and then take out the garbage. How fucking exciting!

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Morning happenings. [10 Mar 2006|09:33am]
Another Day another dollar. I wanted to have a nesquik this morning, I was even thinking about it on the train. Since I didnt read my star wars book I was listening to that Hebrew Reggae Artist Matisayu or something like that. There's some select tracks that are good however most of it isnt to my tastes. Anyway, last night I finally updated my ipod with some quality Drums and Bass as well as some other stuff I know I wont listen to in depth. Argh. So back to my chocolate milk. So it wasnt in it's normal place in the fridge in the cafeteria. I stand there for about 3 minutes scanning the fucking box and nothing. They dont have any fucking chocolate milk, this did not make me happy as there was no other alternative besides yogurt that would have satisfied my taste for the morning.

Last night I played some gheylo with the california crew. Been playing alot with them Custom games are alot more fun. You know in 40 year old virgin when the guys ask the virgin what the hell does he do every night? And he replies "I played some online poker then jumped on and played some Halo before going to sleep?" I mean I'm not so sure if everyone got that joke but it's funny cause it's true. I know alot of guys my age doing just that. I can't vouch for how much pussy they are getting, as we don't talk about such things that often, however my scientific guess would be "not enough". Hell I need a new hobby.

I was telling the wife that I am probably in the best shape in my life considering the things that I have been eating as well as physical activity I have been getting. I look forward to the summer when the only thing to do is to walk around the City and play basketball. I've stopped eating like shit except for the occasional chinese take out, which may not even qualify for "shit". It's pretty warm out and we're supposed to be going snowboarding tomorrow. I think we'll be gliding on some slush, but Gosh darnit I really wanna finish a big "C" Box. pice out nubs.

"Stupid Cat"

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Time Away [07 Mar 2006|04:27pm]
[ mood | restless ]

I want to go away somewhere. Where? I want NYC to feel some envy.
Where do you want to go?

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LOL Fashion [03 Mar 2006|12:49pm]
Fashion = Ghay

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[ mood | surprised ]


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n8 the gr8 [21 Feb 2006|12:38am]
[ mood | cold ]

Look at those fucking calves. That's what humans should aspire to.

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Happy shit day [14 Feb 2006|09:14am]
[ mood | angry ]


I hope all you suckers spent plenty of money on useless things!

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Gheylo 2 [06 Feb 2006|04:51pm]
[ mood | indifferent ]

Internet Nurd + Gheylo 2 + Making Kareem Jealous =

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You've got the touch! [06 Feb 2006|11:53am]
[ mood | bitchy ]

Superbowl party was a success, who will be the next apartment to throw it? It was almost disastrous, the wings guy told us that we should order early as the rush for food come superbowl time would be bad. We did not take this warning seriously, also as a public service announcement to all: There is no KFC on 2nd between 56 and 57, their website is terribly incorrect. But after these small set backs we did manage to have a very big assortment of garbage to be eaten. 2 Large Pies, 50 Wings, 40 white castles, 50 dunkin donuts munchkins, about 24 cupcakes, and tortilla chips with salsa and home made guacamole. I passed out directly after the game and then had nightmares. Very vivid nightmares. I always get the worst ones after eating like shit the night before. I can't remember them off the top of my head, but here's a transformers clip.



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Canal Street 6 Train station Uptown [03 Feb 2006|12:08pm]
[ mood | sympathetic ]

After eating some steaks with the posse in hoboken at arthurs steak house. (Which I thought was just average) I got tossed at Canal street as my ride drove back to queens. While my roommate and my undeserving sexy girlfriend got a ride back to my apartment. Since I was waiting for a bit on a sunday night, i got bored. I walked to the front of the station and was just looking around when I saw this:

You really can't see from the picture but those are small bottles of liquor in brown paper bags. They were on the I beam facing the tracks. Now there were about 3 sections of I beams and they were filled with these bottles. very strange, I wanted to know what kind of liquor it was but when i went to grab it I got myself a handful or fucking black soot, which is very fucking nasty cause well that's probably grime from... EW. So my mind started wandering. I imagined some guy that was coming home from his job and just got fucking sloshed before he goes home at like 2 in the morning and when he is done getting fucked up he just puts the bottle there. Or maybe it's some dude, with a count on how many shitty days he's had getting fucked up right before he goes home. I kinda want to start a collection of this magnitude in nyc somewhere. Maybe some loser like myself will write about how many straws are hidden on top of an elevator or something. I love this city, but yet i find myself bored often. Help please.

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I'd take pleasure in Gutt'in You Boi [30 Jan 2006|10:14am]
Mandatory Chinese New Year post.

Well this weekend with some sort of head cold I was basically bed stricken by choice. Did absolutely nothing with my doing nothing partner Wincheng. Watched some bad movies, watched some basketball and ate like champs. I think I may need to take a break with going to the garden to watch knicks games. What usually happens is I get too drunk to care about the game, get too drunk before the game, and just generally be lethargic after the game. Well maybe not lethargic but we were waiting for a fucking E train on the C train platform on 50th st. My wrong, I M A N00b.

Last night I went home for the lunar new year to eat some hot pot with my family, afterwards my parents wanted to play some poker. I learned something last night, my parents and their friends have no business playing poker. They are pretty terrible players, especially my father he might be the worst poker player I have ever seen. We were playing 10 dollar buy in .50/1.00 No limit Hold em. Everyone started off with 10 dollars and there were 5 players, My dad lost $100 my mom won like 30 and I walked away from the table up "$90". "90" cause I didnt take any of it, considering it was all my dad's money, seems like he may need it more than me. A hand worth mentioning that I sucked out bad on was the following:

Rich is dealt AA and first to act
Two folders down to Mother and Friend
I bet 3.00
Mom Reraises, Friend calls.
Flop comes 8 10 K Rainbow
I bet into this heavily they both reraise and calls all around.
Turn Comes 5
Again heavily betting results in all three players all in
We flip
Mom Shows KK
Friend Shows 8 10
I show AA
And what comes on the river? Well I wouldnt be telling this story if it wasn't for the wonderful magical uber super card. ROFLSBERGER! 60 dollar pot comes screaming into my lap. Boy did I feel like a fucking sell out.

A revelation I had while playing poker with my family. My father probably plays with reckless abandonment while gambling which results in hits to his wallet all the time. They gamble probably twice a month, while I nickle and dime alot in my life. I guess we're just on two different wavelengths. Maybe I shouldnt feel so bad dropping hundreds at the craps table. BOH.

In vegas talking to the chronic:

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Let's Start Today! [25 Jan 2006|01:27pm]
[ mood | listless ]

Hello reader faithfull and assholes alike. Back again, the boss woman is out to the dentist but not before she leaves plops some work on my desk. Booyika. So the other night right before I played some Sorry ass Gheylo with the old school boys, this fucking car alarm would not STFU. So I had to attempt to regulate. My first call to the infamous 311 NYC info line, not 311 from omaha or that nick hex-um guy. But the 311 that you call if you're fingers are too fat and misdial 911. So anyway, I call 311 and it's just like a fucking 911 call you hear on those cop shows and "311, what may I do for you". I tell her that this fucking alarm is going bonkers for 30 minutes straight. She then tells me to stay on the line as she calls 911 and after she's done talking to the 911 operator for me to speak up. I do as told and then 911 girl goes, "911, what is your emergency?" WTF, This is no emergency I just want that fucking alarm to STFU. So I give 911 girl all the details and she asks for my phone number and name, I reluctantly give it to her and hang up. I feel good about my complaining, Sheep says I have turned into an old man. Well funboys look into my eyes and see the wrinkles, the wrinkles of an old not so wise man.

Was watching Saw 2 last night, this isnt so much as a spoiler but something was being said that I think is something important to observe in life. Would you like to know the exact moment that you die? It's ironic that most people would love to know this fact just so that they could get started on all the things that they wanted to do in life, but what is the #1 rule in the universe? That's right read it and weep: YOU WILL DIE. So nobody knows when their demise may come, without this knowledge humans become lazy, repetitive, procrastinators, slothlike creatures. If the doctors simply said to you that you have 2 more years to live because of a rare Disease (not myspace, That's the INTERNET DISEASE) But 2 fucking years to live because you touched something last time you were on vacation you werent supposed to. How much of your life would change the next day? I've said this before, and I'll say it again.

"This is your life and it is ending one minute at a time"

Rofls, the thoughts above have been processed because of movies. I hate movies, but if you took a look at my massif collection you would think otherwise. Knicks game tonight, Sushi Tomorrow Night, Madison Square Garden friday night, Maybe Snowboarding on Saturday, and Mother's Home cooking on Sunday. Packed week for this old man. But I still don't know when I am gonna die.

Football in Central Park. 50 degree weather in January still aint no Summer.

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