Tuesday, March 15, 2005
THOUGHTS
It’s been a while since I last wrote an entry into my blog. With each day that passes by, I am sometimes consumed with many thoughts, emotions and mental debates about everything that happens in church, something someone said, a movie that caused me to shed a tear or two, or even that slightest of pains that I feel in my abdominal area. I personally don’t believe that every thought has be to of an intellectual one and sometimes I do humor myself with thoughts that are totally ridiculous and literally out of this world. This is something I thought about a while back and I thought it would be perfect to blog about….and get you, the readers, thoughts on my thoughts…*grins*
See I’m a huge comic book fan. The mental stimulation and page flipping psycho sensation I get from reading comic books could be compared to some guy taking a painting lesson from Michelangelo….getting a personal lesson on black holes and their theorems by Stephen Hawking (hey some guys get off on this shit ok!!)….sitting in Captain James T. Kirk’s seat on board the U.S.S Enterprise….while getting a lap dance by Jenna Jameson….oh yeah! And all that reading makes me think about stuff..
You see when Superman and Lois lane got engaged I said this is not going to work out and then they got married and I’m thinking this is just screwy. You see Lois Lane could never have Superman’s baby. How would her fallopian tubes handle his sperm? We’re talking about all 1million of them being strong swimmers. And if they were having hot passionate sex and Supes decides to blow his load….it would go right through her like a shocker…we’re talking about a real mess here folks. Lois’s womb would not be strong enough to carry Superman’s child, supes is an alien, his Kryptonian biological makeup is enhanced by the Earths yellow sun. If say Lois decides to get a tan, the fetus inside would kick right through her stomach!!! Only someone like wonder woman I assume would have a strong enough uterus to carry Superman’s kid.
And even if supes was not married the only way I see him banging regular chicks would be with a Kryptonite condom but that would just kill him!!
and Can Reed Richards of Fantastic Four fame stretch all parts of his body?...and I mean all!
Also of Fantastic Four fame, The Thing, who’s body is all of orange rock I read in a recent marvel book has kids!!. Now how does he “do it”?!!
According to Stan Lee it’s a Super Hero secret….well Duh!
If you could be any super hero who would you be?
Such a difficult question to answer I think. I mean what does one gage his/her response on? Physical powers? Keen detection skills? The ability to banter well with super villains? Having a wicked sense of humor….or maybe even a dark one? Suits with or without nipples? Underwear in or out? Do you even want to be a Super Hero?
Pls do leave me a comment. I would love to hear from you guys and gals.
Tomorrows discussion. Is a cookie stand that’s located at the level above the food court considered to be part of the food court or is the cookie stand a autonomous unit for mid mall snacking?
Well…I’m off to go grab some breakfast now.
Have a real nice day ahead. and ride safe my friends.
It’s been a while since I last wrote an entry into my blog. With each day that passes by, I am sometimes consumed with many thoughts, emotions and mental debates about everything that happens in church, something someone said, a movie that caused me to shed a tear or two, or even that slightest of pains that I feel in my abdominal area. I personally don’t believe that every thought has be to of an intellectual one and sometimes I do humor myself with thoughts that are totally ridiculous and literally out of this world. This is something I thought about a while back and I thought it would be perfect to blog about….and get you, the readers, thoughts on my thoughts…*grins*
See I’m a huge comic book fan. The mental stimulation and page flipping psycho sensation I get from reading comic books could be compared to some guy taking a painting lesson from Michelangelo….getting a personal lesson on black holes and their theorems by Stephen Hawking (hey some guys get off on this shit ok!!)….sitting in Captain James T. Kirk’s seat on board the U.S.S Enterprise….while getting a lap dance by Jenna Jameson….oh yeah! And all that reading makes me think about stuff..
You see when Superman and Lois lane got engaged I said this is not going to work out and then they got married and I’m thinking this is just screwy. You see Lois Lane could never have Superman’s baby. How would her fallopian tubes handle his sperm? We’re talking about all 1million of them being strong swimmers. And if they were having hot passionate sex and Supes decides to blow his load….it would go right through her like a shocker…we’re talking about a real mess here folks. Lois’s womb would not be strong enough to carry Superman’s child, supes is an alien, his Kryptonian biological makeup is enhanced by the Earths yellow sun. If say Lois decides to get a tan, the fetus inside would kick right through her stomach!!! Only someone like wonder woman I assume would have a strong enough uterus to carry Superman’s kid.
And even if supes was not married the only way I see him banging regular chicks would be with a Kryptonite condom but that would just kill him!!
and Can Reed Richards of Fantastic Four fame stretch all parts of his body?...and I mean all!
Also of Fantastic Four fame, The Thing, who’s body is all of orange rock I read in a recent marvel book has kids!!. Now how does he “do it”?!!
According to Stan Lee it’s a Super Hero secret….well Duh!
If you could be any super hero who would you be?
Such a difficult question to answer I think. I mean what does one gage his/her response on? Physical powers? Keen detection skills? The ability to banter well with super villains? Having a wicked sense of humor….or maybe even a dark one? Suits with or without nipples? Underwear in or out? Do you even want to be a Super Hero?
Pls do leave me a comment. I would love to hear from you guys and gals.
Tomorrows discussion. Is a cookie stand that’s located at the level above the food court considered to be part of the food court or is the cookie stand a autonomous unit for mid mall snacking?
Well…I’m off to go grab some breakfast now.
Have a real nice day ahead. and ride safe my friends.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
dear friends.....i have never been one to shun technology and have always believed that exposure and education of it is very important in this day and age of gadgets and gizmos. i have a smile on face right now. i'm sitting with Bingxin at the macdonalds at wisma with Snowie my MAC ibook and using the internet because they have free wireless internet access here. how freakin awesome is that!!!ok i know its not mind blowing but i feel its kind of a good payback for eating all their double cheese burgers!!! ok thats it for now.ride safe my friends!
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
The rain has come and blessed those of us who get to sleep in a little more then others a blanket of cool breeze and a reason to snuggle under your favorite comforter. I imagine a trickle of water running over a bright green leaf and a humming bird drinking water out of a flower that acts as a watering hole for it. I can see a pretty sunrise somewhere and the rays from the sun touching all the little water droplets and giving off a spectral rainbow display. I see the snails coming out and going to places only they know of and kids digging up worms just for the kick of it. And there are the ants that are always so busy….scurrying around…running over each other and just being busy. Kinda makes me think while I’m looking out the window that we might also live in a giant ant colony. Its just us being busy…worker ants reporting to our slave driving master ants who in return report to the queen ant. Sometimes we ‘re so busy we don’t realize we’re treading on each other…we’re competing on who can carry the biggest piece of grub so as to please our masters. We don’t have time for a breather and we sometimes get stepped on even though we’re minding our own business.
I can see transportation vehicles packed full of people. I see the droolers, the fidgets, the one eyed sleepers, the fat guy who does not want to take up three quarter of the seat with his ass alone, the thin person who wants a wide rear end just for rides to work, the stinkers, the diva type chicks, the chicks that want to look good but still have a visible panty line showing, the chicks just that don’t give a shit, the metrosexual man, the grimy looking kid that keeps threatening to wipe his snot on your 500 hundred dollar shirt from Cerutti, the twilight zone guy, the RC who’s chanting her hail Marys full of grace and counting off on her rosemary, the guy with bed hair, the Goth chick who’s rockin out on Metallica and The Sex Pistols on the ipod the devil gave to her in exchange for her soul, the guy that smells like coconut oil, the panda babe, the poor bastard who gets the reaction that a leper usually gets, the “I want to die!!!” or “why the hell am I even here?!!!” people, loud vulgar old ladies and old men that smell like pee, the secretary type lookin chicks with their Lisa Loeb type spectacles!!(All the nasty things I want to do to you Baby) and the homosexual couple in the corner booth sharing a paper together. I used to love taking the public transport in the morning.
I’ve always liked taking the time to look around at the people and the things that surround me. You find that the appreciation level rises and you get a lot more laughs. I look at a person and I try to visualize what’s running through his/her head. I mean a guy can look like hes totally constipated and he’s trying his best to hold it in. He might be suffering but to me it’s a barrel of laughs with a lil imagination. Or the wrinkles on an old mans face sometimes tells me so many things…as if each line told a diff tale of his life. And its the best with kids because they don’t seem to have any inhibitions in my mind….its the skies the limits for the lil buggers.
One reason why I smile so much all the time is because I allow myself many reason to smile. I actually use my imagination. I used to watch Sesame Street and think that imagination was the coolest thing ever. So take the time today when you ride the bus or train…or are sitting down for lunch in some place public or just looking out your office window….open your eyes to laughter….put the business away…close your eyes and go away….to someplace. Someplace only you’re allowed. Weave tales and be your own storyteller. Be the guy who kicks everyone’s ass or be the babe that blows everyone away. Everyone deserves to smile.
So let the imagination begin….
I can see transportation vehicles packed full of people. I see the droolers, the fidgets, the one eyed sleepers, the fat guy who does not want to take up three quarter of the seat with his ass alone, the thin person who wants a wide rear end just for rides to work, the stinkers, the diva type chicks, the chicks that want to look good but still have a visible panty line showing, the chicks just that don’t give a shit, the metrosexual man, the grimy looking kid that keeps threatening to wipe his snot on your 500 hundred dollar shirt from Cerutti, the twilight zone guy, the RC who’s chanting her hail Marys full of grace and counting off on her rosemary, the guy with bed hair, the Goth chick who’s rockin out on Metallica and The Sex Pistols on the ipod the devil gave to her in exchange for her soul, the guy that smells like coconut oil, the panda babe, the poor bastard who gets the reaction that a leper usually gets, the “I want to die!!!” or “why the hell am I even here?!!!” people, loud vulgar old ladies and old men that smell like pee, the secretary type lookin chicks with their Lisa Loeb type spectacles!!(All the nasty things I want to do to you Baby) and the homosexual couple in the corner booth sharing a paper together. I used to love taking the public transport in the morning.
I’ve always liked taking the time to look around at the people and the things that surround me. You find that the appreciation level rises and you get a lot more laughs. I look at a person and I try to visualize what’s running through his/her head. I mean a guy can look like hes totally constipated and he’s trying his best to hold it in. He might be suffering but to me it’s a barrel of laughs with a lil imagination. Or the wrinkles on an old mans face sometimes tells me so many things…as if each line told a diff tale of his life. And its the best with kids because they don’t seem to have any inhibitions in my mind….its the skies the limits for the lil buggers.
One reason why I smile so much all the time is because I allow myself many reason to smile. I actually use my imagination. I used to watch Sesame Street and think that imagination was the coolest thing ever. So take the time today when you ride the bus or train…or are sitting down for lunch in some place public or just looking out your office window….open your eyes to laughter….put the business away…close your eyes and go away….to someplace. Someplace only you’re allowed. Weave tales and be your own storyteller. Be the guy who kicks everyone’s ass or be the babe that blows everyone away. Everyone deserves to smile.
So let the imagination begin….
