here's a really good ad for dog training. they even used cute penmanship!

ps. i had no idea people in Germany named their pets Rocco, Spike, Daisy, and so on ..it sounds so American.

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=UMH86_UqFw4

Go there. Embedding was disabled upon her request so I couldn't put it on the site. She goes by the name KokoKaina on YouTube and she's from Malaysia. Her sound is a mix of Nora Jones and Colbie Cailat. She's getting quite popular, I smell a record deal! NICE!

Merry Christmas Eve everyone!

Here are a list of things that irk me...

1. People who are full of themselves: When you talk to these people, all of a sudden you will detact an air of narcissism. You'll find this a lot when talking to frat boys and sorority girls. They have no faults, and the only way is their way. I can barely stand to be among these people. Not only will they exalt themselves in a conversation, sometimes not even with their words but in the nuances of elitism in their speech, but will make you feel like shit in the process. To you, i say... Fuck you. Whoever you think you are, you're not. You're only the shell of a sense of confidence - inside, you're nothing. Your philosophies are not bold or even rational; they're kitch, a cathartic crumble of ideas derived from too many WB primetime dramas. So go fuck yourself - since you love yourself so much.

2. To the skanks: Skanks. It's kind of a broad term. But this goes to the women who flirt for no reason but to make themselves feel better about themselves. You can't spell attention-whore without the word "whore". Why do you do touch me like that? Why do you say such nice things? *Sigh* you probably don't mean it, you're probably got no money left in your LV wallets and need to score a free drink at the bar. Hey, you're resourcefull I'll give you that. Maybe I'm being jew, but the hell- I bought you a drink, at least give me a dance?
No? Hmm, can I touch a boob or two? No?! Hmph, bitch. Oh, there you go asking another man for a drink, what a sucker. I was a sucker. That makes two. Five. Eight. Twelve suckers. Bitch is getting tankedand she's getting a little nasty tonight. Bitch flirts. Bitch drinks. Bitch plays. Bitch crashes. Well, I bought you a drink. No reward? You drank some more and become a skankalicious mess of the night. Law of equivalent trade.
High fives all around!

3. Ugly people: Okay okay, maybe I'm being a bit shallow. But we all have to admit there are uggos out there - and this one's for you. To you uggos. Stop it. For the sake of all that is good in the world, stop it. Don't act like you're hot shit, and don't even talk like you are. You're not. Sure you may have a dynamite personality, but more often than not, you don't show it. You're ugly. And then you emulate the personality of a hottie, which is a bitch personality. But you're not hot, AGAIN you're ugly. So stop being an ugly bitch. An ugly girl with a heart of gold I con tolerate, but an ugly bitch deserves a kick in the teeth.
Hmm, maybe you'll need some reconstructive surgery - but you'll be prettier. And learning from this lesson, you'd have a heart of gold personality, instead of a bitch heart of ice. Win-win.

4. To the talkers: Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up shut up. Most of the time what comes out of you're mouth is worth its weight in cat poop. Really, you sound like a jackass so stop. But what if you're genuinelya smart guy or girl - still, learn to shut up every once in a while. Let someone else talk. for Christ's sake, be considerate. And sometimes, you'll talk as if you know it all - but you don't. To you I say keep talking, I could use a good laugh.

5. Ho's before bro's: To you, I say she better fucking swallow. And if she doesn't even do any of that for you, and you still ditch out on you're friends. You're a lost cause. What you lost in friendship with your friends, you probably won't even find in this girl you're so self-invested in. For you I feel the most sorry for, because you probably sacrificed your friends and your values for a shot at a girl who will ONLY be your girlfriend, and won't talk be able to talk things objectively about. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you found someone, but at the cost of ditching out on a friend - it's like you said Fuck you! I pick her. Who knows, maybe things will change and you'll come back around.
I wouldn't count on it though - but hey, prove me wrong.


This post was full of pent up - something. And I'm sure I'd find some aspects of these nuisances inside of me everynow and then. But tonight, I figured I'd let it all out.




...I should've went to Japan and the Philippines. Going back to Japan was all I ever wanted for a long time, but I sacrificed it for - nothing. I should've went away. God damn this place. God dammit...

As I sit here alone in this ill-lit living room, it says 5:54am on the cablebox. I should be writing that horrendous play analysis paper for my theater 104 class but instead I'm thinking about the most random thoughts. I think that's why we sleep during these hours. It's to prevent us from such deep and sometimes meaningless contemplation on the most random things that would lead us to eventually blow our brains up. For instance, as I type on my laptop, I am acutely aware that once I shift my left index finger over to the right side of the home-keys (which shouldn't even be done when typing properly), my laptop annoyingly tilts to the upper right corner. I'm missing one of those rubber things that keep my laptop in place.

I'm also currently thinking about where I'd be after graduation. Would I be in school again? Would I be looking for a job? Would I be a bum? Oh crap, applications are due soon. Fuck! I completely forgot about emailing my boss my hours for the week, if I even have any available hours. Wasn't I supposed to meet with my advisor today? Shit, I wonder if I have time to meet with my course director tomorrow. Will I ever finish this fucking paper? FUCK! I forgot about the vouchers and paperwork for the ECAASU trip! Will things work out perfectly between her and I? Should I even be mentioning that? Holy shit, I'm almost done with my fourth page! Should I shower tonight, or tomorrow morning? I could really use a cigarette right about now. Maybe I shouldn't though, it's cold outside and I'd have to go to the room to get a jacket. Living in Williamsburg with my best friends looks pretty good right about now. How much would it be to rent a 2 bedroom apartment there anyway?

Over the course of ten minutes, I've checked my online application to the SUNY Stony Brook nursing program, I've checked my email to see if my boss was asking about my hours, I've completely disregarded the fact that I missed an appointment today, I checked my course advisor's office hours, I visited the Cornell ECAASU website and left immediately realizing that their pdf application doesn't work, I went to the room to check on her, I briefly glanced at how much more writing I'd have to do for my paper, I sniffed myself to see if I smelled okay enough to not shower another night, I've decided not to have a cigarette because I just came back from my room and I don't want to get up again, and I googled "price rent for a 2 bedroom apartment in Williamsburg".

It now says 6:22am on the cable box and I miss going to bed at midnight.

For the longest time, I've been one of those late night people. I find myself staying up until 5AM waiting.
Waiting for what? I'm not sure exactly.

I'm waiting for something to happen. We usually spend eight years of our lives dreaming. Maybe I'm just making up for that lost time.

Maybe I'm holding out for that one great thing that will change my life. And all this time, it's the same thing over and over again. I get tired to the point when I can't even look at the screen anymore. I let my IM on, just in case someone will IM me with that one great something. And I sit in bed playing back my day, and wondering what the next day, week, month, or year will hold for me.
I sit in bed and I think. I think. I think too much. Think about a lot of nothing like "What If's" and "I Should'ves". There's no point thinking about those really, considering we can't change what's been done.

I think... What if I stuck it out in pre-med? What if I didn't pledge into a fraternity? I should've kissed the girl. I should've kissed the girl.
But you didn't. Stop bitching. Suck it up. Life goes on, with or without you.

My friend had this one quote up...
"There's no such thing as the biggest mistake of your llife is a pretty resilient thing."

Hmm, so if I do miss that one great thign that will change my life, my life still goes on, right? Right?
Geez, I'm tired of thinking. Tired of second-guessing myself. Ugh! Stop being so dramatic. I think so much, I make Rodin's masterpiece look like a Ziggy mug. Just flip a coin. Heads you sleep. Tails your up waiting for that one great something...

... ... ... heads.

Hmm, best two out of three?

Well, it's that time of the year again. December. It's cold outside. Pictures flash through your head of couples holding hands while ice skating or snuggling watching a movie. You gotta admit, winter is a romantic season. Not exactly built to fit single guy's like myself. Being single is one thing, but being single among two or three couples. If that doesn't make you feel like shit, then I don't know what.

So why don't you just not hang around them? That's ridiculous, because these people are my good friends. I shouldn't have to leave their company, right?
So why don't you jsut get a girlfriend? You know what, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to get myself a seasonal girlfriend, just one for the holidays. Just someone to spend time with when everyone else is coupled up like a - a - umm, something that comes in twos - PACK OF REESE's!

But these days, I haven't really put myself out there on the market. I don't even think I know how to talk to a girl anymore. I feel like I need a script or something. You know what I should make, AdLibs for Single guys. It'd be kind of a script, for small talk. Fill in your date's name here. Resturant there. An upcoming summer movie there and - BAM! small talk covered. I think it'd be a great idea, considering that some guys out there fumble with words in front of a girl...

"S-S-So... Umm, do you like... sh-shoes?"

Pathetic. Then again, I'm no ace. I remember back in seventh grade, I did the whole practice run before I called a girl to ask her out. These days, I still run out of things to say. As smart and quick-witted as I am, I still run out of words.

I guess you just got to learn from each round, right? Take what you can and give it another shot next round. Sooner or later, something will happen.
But nothing's gonna happen if you just sit on your keister.

tesst