if you die on halloween; you go to hell. this can not be any more true. baha. so halloween, yeah, noone liked my costume of small petite asian guy. its been awhile since ive been writing because heck i dont really give a shit. but i felt like it anyway because soon im gonna be linked to sonya's blog and i dont know what that means...but it should be good and i wanna make this look awesome.
slots. the game for real fucking men(pro(s)). so there me and jason were....up in genting..just chilling the fuck out over a coffee. by the way the coffee just tastes so much better up there, you should do it some day. but then again, youre not cool enough like me and jfsh09 to do something "man" like that ey? anyway, we decided to rob a little bit of the slot machines. i have to say, we are both so fucking pro at jackpotting that we won a little over 55 bucks. fuuuuck yeaaaaaaaa. we won souvenirs because the guys up there like us. do you want to know the trick to winning slot machines? dont play when your feeling lucky. play when your feeling EXTRA lucky. or just play with the pro's me and jason who smoke with the slot machines.
my golf game is off the hook now. tomorrow im gona hit up the bukit utama golf course because im feeling tiger woods in me. this is gona be my first game on the course but then at least im gona go there lookin pro and looking -fly-. collar shirt, belt, navy berms, golf shoes, faggot hat and theyre already going to mistake me for g00d 0l' tiger.
on a little side note ive decided to record my arms size to see progress. the current length is : 16 inches.
meeting new people is fun. to find the right people to hang out with is easy when you know what your looknig for. the best are the kind who can talk cock alot. special mention to 3 girls we met who can talk so much cock theyre practically choking on one. xy, cm ,and lc. haha you girls ah...
anyway.
im giving away tickets.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
2 dogs were walking on the street, one said to the other :"woof" the other said "bowwow"
this post goes out to the extended fans out there, such as viva's hot friend who says she likes my blog, i like you too. a funny question here: are you too manly to go get a facial. let me introduce you to the way of thinking like me, in short, ask yourself, WWRD. in fact, im going for a facial on sunday with ee, and to be honest, as long as you dont come out flaunting how well your facial went, its some fun ass shit to do. but i cant help thinking why i would pay 75 bucks for someone to pinch my face. i could do the same, without the cash, but then i think to myself, why deny a cute girls to touch you semi inappropriately, carressing your face with care. if letting some girl touch me in ways i dont usually get touched is gay then let me be gay. i was half approached today by a cuteish girl at old town coffee today. there i was doing my thaang, and she gave me this devilish smile. i couldnt make up my mind, so she strut her stuff over to the menu and brought it to me. i could tell she was in to me by the way she covered her face and mouthed something to the bartenders and when i laughed they all laughed. its times like these i love to thank god for giving me what i have but then again id love to have plastic surgery done too.
people tell me all the time that plastic surgery is a sin. what i do is spit in their face, pretending it was accidental. plastic surgery is in my opinion, and therefore yours should be too, is a way of boosting your self confidence and glorious side effects is you look great. if it is a sin to want to look good and feel good then id love to rewrite the bible for that purpose (i mean this in no offense to god). in a way i feel like the godfather. be my friend and youll reap the benefits. free plastic surgery is always...well free. which brings me to my other point, spitting. if you spit whilst u talk then u should really shut the fuck up. THIS, rather, should be a sin. spitting is fucking gross especially if youve got some stank ass breath.
ive been asked for some special requests by some people to put some shit on this.
choong wants to know what i had to eat today so:
today i woke up and ate some beef with black sauce, eggs with potatoe sniblets, and rice. then i popped some NO EXPLODE before gym to get the muscles going. fuck i had a hard-ass-core workout at gym today. then i had to wash my car which made me feel like i just ran across africa and coming first place agianst those kenyan runners who seem like they train their skill-z by running cross country just to buy some milk and swim up waterfalls just because noone else in the history of races could do it. and they do it daily just because. i had dinner which was ribs, eggs, fried prawns and some rice to go with it. one day ill be the new jamie oliver and cook up a fucking storm.
its unfair that all the good sports are dominated by the one race you dont expect it to be dominated by. golf, tiger woods, the only black guy in the history of black people to play golf and hes insane. basketball, there are some insanely insane good white guys out there. swimming is raped by australians which is funny because australians are only good at throwing boomerangs and growing mustaches.
one day i would love to be the supreme ruler of earth. that way i can make things run the way i want it to run. people will have to run with their mouths open because i promote fresh air and i dont like mosquitos and flies. women will not be allowed to drive because, lets face it, you girlies suck. this maybe sexist, but i am a very sexy guy. itll be legal for blacks to beat up people because it would reduce the amount of law breaking world wide. on a side note im pro-black guys because their hip hop and i love hip hop. no diggity. girls will have to pay for most lunches and dinners because although im a gentleman, i hate being one because it costs me more money and effort to hold open doors. ettiquete is essential. life sentences for anyone who does not drink coffee without their pinkies extended.
i digress, drunk girls are grossing me out. being gentleman like involves not hitting girls; but i say, smack the bitch if she deserves it. imagine a real bitchy asshole comes up to you with her drunk breath and coughs in ure face. id smack the bitch right out of her and stick my leg up her asshole because girls like that deserve to be fucked but with something uncomfortable.
the other day i was watching some japanese porn and to be honest its more of a comedy. 4 guys, one girl and they prefer to use dildo's. i know i know, uve all heard the rumors, japanese have small dicks. this can not be more true. the truth is they have small growths down there, which would eventually develop into what we call a microscopic penii (plural penis, i love biology) i dont like the way they squeel either, sounds like i just ran over a chipmunk and its begging for death.
porn is best served white i say. this is because a) they dont have ridiculously ugly vijayjay's, and b) because i like em white. remember, WWRD. i think i should be handing out bracelets or something.
and to finally finish this ranting session, a lame joke just for nicole, :P
What did the ghost say to the wall?
Hey just passing through.
at the risk of sounding weak, im not going to say bye. ill be giving out WWRD bracelets to the first 5 people who sms 0122897231 saying: "russ, i want you to be the one i think about before making any nonthewiser decisions." assuming you are within driving range.
people tell me all the time that plastic surgery is a sin. what i do is spit in their face, pretending it was accidental. plastic surgery is in my opinion, and therefore yours should be too, is a way of boosting your self confidence and glorious side effects is you look great. if it is a sin to want to look good and feel good then id love to rewrite the bible for that purpose (i mean this in no offense to god). in a way i feel like the godfather. be my friend and youll reap the benefits. free plastic surgery is always...well free. which brings me to my other point, spitting. if you spit whilst u talk then u should really shut the fuck up. THIS, rather, should be a sin. spitting is fucking gross especially if youve got some stank ass breath.
ive been asked for some special requests by some people to put some shit on this.
choong wants to know what i had to eat today so:
today i woke up and ate some beef with black sauce, eggs with potatoe sniblets, and rice. then i popped some NO EXPLODE before gym to get the muscles going. fuck i had a hard-ass-core workout at gym today. then i had to wash my car which made me feel like i just ran across africa and coming first place agianst those kenyan runners who seem like they train their skill-z by running cross country just to buy some milk and swim up waterfalls just because noone else in the history of races could do it. and they do it daily just because. i had dinner which was ribs, eggs, fried prawns and some rice to go with it. one day ill be the new jamie oliver and cook up a fucking storm.
its unfair that all the good sports are dominated by the one race you dont expect it to be dominated by. golf, tiger woods, the only black guy in the history of black people to play golf and hes insane. basketball, there are some insanely insane good white guys out there. swimming is raped by australians which is funny because australians are only good at throwing boomerangs and growing mustaches.
one day i would love to be the supreme ruler of earth. that way i can make things run the way i want it to run. people will have to run with their mouths open because i promote fresh air and i dont like mosquitos and flies. women will not be allowed to drive because, lets face it, you girlies suck. this maybe sexist, but i am a very sexy guy. itll be legal for blacks to beat up people because it would reduce the amount of law breaking world wide. on a side note im pro-black guys because their hip hop and i love hip hop. no diggity. girls will have to pay for most lunches and dinners because although im a gentleman, i hate being one because it costs me more money and effort to hold open doors. ettiquete is essential. life sentences for anyone who does not drink coffee without their pinkies extended.
i digress, drunk girls are grossing me out. being gentleman like involves not hitting girls; but i say, smack the bitch if she deserves it. imagine a real bitchy asshole comes up to you with her drunk breath and coughs in ure face. id smack the bitch right out of her and stick my leg up her asshole because girls like that deserve to be fucked but with something uncomfortable.
the other day i was watching some japanese porn and to be honest its more of a comedy. 4 guys, one girl and they prefer to use dildo's. i know i know, uve all heard the rumors, japanese have small dicks. this can not be more true. the truth is they have small growths down there, which would eventually develop into what we call a microscopic penii (plural penis, i love biology) i dont like the way they squeel either, sounds like i just ran over a chipmunk and its begging for death.
porn is best served white i say. this is because a) they dont have ridiculously ugly vijayjay's, and b) because i like em white. remember, WWRD. i think i should be handing out bracelets or something.
and to finally finish this ranting session, a lame joke just for nicole, :P
What did the ghost say to the wall?
Hey just passing through.
at the risk of sounding weak, im not going to say bye. ill be giving out WWRD bracelets to the first 5 people who sms 0122897231 saying: "russ, i want you to be the one i think about before making any nonthewiser decisions." assuming you are within driving range.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
post champion
monopoly, the game for champions and champions alone. in the game of business, skill, and thought, it took the combined brains and ability to use fake cash to buy plots of card of me and chia chern to -gangbang- sean and jason. just to clear the air, gangbang is a term used to describe when one beats the other guy in a game pretty badly and obviously. i say this because chia chern is gay and he might get confused and when he finds out, he can really let his pms loose. you dont know what its like to get hit by his purse.
ive officially discovered the 2nd most annoying thing in the world, right next to puppy love. 2 hours of grown chinese men, who obviously took singing lessons from dogs, karaoke'ing through dinner. i have to say, 600bucks a table for food and i could not enjoy it without hearing them go AHH AHH. do you know those olden high pitch chinese opera singers? its kind of like that in a way, but imagine the total opposite.
went to the gym....i-t didnt work out. literally. popped a no explode, used all my energy talking cock instead. we did 1 set of all the neglected workouts and in the end we decided to fuck it and go for some golf instead. i felt bad today because i couldnt go on the date because i had to go for my grandmas birthday dinner. i bought her cake even though i knew she wouldnt eat it. come to think of it, the cake couldve represented a billion things. one it could mean, russ is such a sweet guy. please, dont wear it out. two, it could mean im saying shes fine just the way she is, probably could put on a few pounds if she wanted to, but thats up to everyone to decide whether thats a good thing or bad thing.
oh oh, i just came up with the most ingenious thing ever. people like to put their money in stupid things like...banks. piggy banks and stuff. but yet again, not surprisingly, russ has come up with a way for you to properly save cash. i mean, put it in a bank, and u can always withdraw that shit, put it in a piggy bank and ull know how to get the cash out. but put your money in a fucking beer bottle...unless uve got chopsticks for fingers, aint no way u gonna get that shit out man. unless ure a fucking dumbass and want to break the shit. do you really want to disrespect beer like that?
do you remember in my first post i said do you believe in ghosts? do you? today weve been discussing just that and im pretty sure they exist. if your such a non believer, please by all means go against all the superstitions and sayings and rumors and see if nothing happens. just to tell you, im not going to be at your funeral just incase. if u haunt me after all my warnings, ima really fuck u up i swear to god.
okay, for you non believers out there, heres some stuff to try:
1.go in a forest and shine your light up on trees, in a disrespectful manner. for better effect, shout curse words at the spirits. banana trees if you feel like a painful death is the only way to go.
2.when someone calls out your name in the forest, answer it.
3. give a cheers to the dead, as in like yam seng
4. pretend to be possesed in the forest
5. take a piss on a tree and laugh because you find it amusing
6. take a piss on a grave
7. stand infront of a mirror and peel an orange
and if all that doesnt kill you, play with an ouija bored and tell it to fuck off.
if all fails, hold ure breath like a man and die.
also, if possible, do it all in the same time, like piss on a grave and a tree at the same time la.
i promise ill burn you some cash when your in the after life if itll make you more ballsy.
on a more happy note, i have 4 hours left of time to sleep and with the gays cept jason in the room, i dont know if i can plug my anus and sleep at the same time. u never know when shits gonna go down man. jay kay la, they arent gay. they just like to put their cocks in other guys' mouth from time to time.
ive officially discovered the 2nd most annoying thing in the world, right next to puppy love. 2 hours of grown chinese men, who obviously took singing lessons from dogs, karaoke'ing through dinner. i have to say, 600bucks a table for food and i could not enjoy it without hearing them go AHH AHH. do you know those olden high pitch chinese opera singers? its kind of like that in a way, but imagine the total opposite.
went to the gym....i-t didnt work out. literally. popped a no explode, used all my energy talking cock instead. we did 1 set of all the neglected workouts and in the end we decided to fuck it and go for some golf instead. i felt bad today because i couldnt go on the date because i had to go for my grandmas birthday dinner. i bought her cake even though i knew she wouldnt eat it. come to think of it, the cake couldve represented a billion things. one it could mean, russ is such a sweet guy. please, dont wear it out. two, it could mean im saying shes fine just the way she is, probably could put on a few pounds if she wanted to, but thats up to everyone to decide whether thats a good thing or bad thing.
oh oh, i just came up with the most ingenious thing ever. people like to put their money in stupid things like...banks. piggy banks and stuff. but yet again, not surprisingly, russ has come up with a way for you to properly save cash. i mean, put it in a bank, and u can always withdraw that shit, put it in a piggy bank and ull know how to get the cash out. but put your money in a fucking beer bottle...unless uve got chopsticks for fingers, aint no way u gonna get that shit out man. unless ure a fucking dumbass and want to break the shit. do you really want to disrespect beer like that?
do you remember in my first post i said do you believe in ghosts? do you? today weve been discussing just that and im pretty sure they exist. if your such a non believer, please by all means go against all the superstitions and sayings and rumors and see if nothing happens. just to tell you, im not going to be at your funeral just incase. if u haunt me after all my warnings, ima really fuck u up i swear to god.
okay, for you non believers out there, heres some stuff to try:
1.go in a forest and shine your light up on trees, in a disrespectful manner. for better effect, shout curse words at the spirits. banana trees if you feel like a painful death is the only way to go.
2.when someone calls out your name in the forest, answer it.
3. give a cheers to the dead, as in like yam seng
4. pretend to be possesed in the forest
5. take a piss on a tree and laugh because you find it amusing
6. take a piss on a grave
7. stand infront of a mirror and peel an orange
and if all that doesnt kill you, play with an ouija bored and tell it to fuck off.
if all fails, hold ure breath like a man and die.
also, if possible, do it all in the same time, like piss on a grave and a tree at the same time la.
i promise ill burn you some cash when your in the after life if itll make you more ballsy.
on a more happy note, i have 4 hours left of time to sleep and with the gays cept jason in the room, i dont know if i can plug my anus and sleep at the same time. u never know when shits gonna go down man. jay kay la, they arent gay. they just like to put their cocks in other guys' mouth from time to time.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
play on playettes
i love this blog because i love letting you all into my eventful life. first and foremost id love to let all know that we all cant be superstars. not all of you can have the life i live. it takes a certain, je ne se cois. ill be putting up some cool pictures, which will eventually lead into the funniest thing youve ever seen in your life. you see, thing like these take time. great jokes dont just pop out of nowhere, it takes sometime to build up, sort of like how you hold in your shit for a long time and when you finally take that ecstatic one, it feels golden. i was asked a funny question not too long ago. its made me realised something big. something pretty important. not all of us has what it takes to be a hero, take me for instance, im no hero. but being the villain is pretty awesome too. theres really little moral/point to this. i just wanted to put it on here because it makes me feel good and some of you out there (i hope you know who you are) will find it funny. but then again, thinking about it, villains get all the glort at the start, whereas heroes get the glory in the end. its like saying, would you rather come first, or second?what im trying to say is , would you rather be the first to feel satisfaction, or risk not feeling the ecstacy at the end. when i grow up, god willing, id love to make a movie where the villain wins because villains never get what they want. but in this movie, the villain will win everything, the world, the girl , and of course, the honor. this tenacious terror will be named : Dr. Mohammed. picture this, dr.mohammed will terrorize the city with his evil humor and throw batiks at people. imagine a world full of people with batiks. models will be destroyed inside out. i personally would look terrible. imagine everyday you have to wear batiks. i say this with no disrespect to malays. some people can pull of the batik look. some only like it gambling. but id love to be able to choose what i want to wear.
aparently i look awesome in a pair of jeans and a t shirt. some say it really highlights my masculinity and really evokes the sex machine within. few days ago i saw something disturbing. a menshealth cover guy was skinnier than i am. its like saying id love to be a rugby player, but i dont have quite the physique for it. or a bikini model who has te same waist size as a hula hoop. the point of it all, is , if that guy can make it to mens health, id sure as love to be the cover guy too one day, fingers crossed. its not fair that this absurdity can be accepted by society these days. grounds rules have to be set. it will be called, russells rules (russules for short). people who act in a way i find disturbing and not, in my opinion, dignified, will be sentenced to no longer than 2 hours watching a japanese guy singing karaoke.
alas, russ is going on a date tomorrow. please, dont get jealous, submit your request by sms if you want one but think about it for a moment or two before you press send. you risk falling in loev with me and never being able to let go and then id be forced to looking ugly just for you. this is no easy task. jokes aside, im pretty excited, because its difficult to make every date into the perfect date ever. im a perfectionist, everything has to go shipshape, and sometimes even the wrong atmosphere can kill everything.
- what is the perfect date? you may ask me. well to me the perfect date would be that conversation works both ways. for you guys who have never gone on dates before, make sure you keep the conversation up, but dont bother if the other isnt participating. this is just general information, nothing against anyone really.
do guys have to pay for everything? good question. if you want to make a good impression, sure pay for everything. but girls, if you feel like the guy is spending way too much on you, dont hesitate to pull out that purse of yours, but dont do it in a way like you want to pay only because your trying to make it less a date than it is, do it in a way that you want to pay because you feel you want to contribute to the date and make it seem like it wouldnt be the same without you there. but truth be told, im only saying this in the blind hope she reads this and laughs and sms's me , "hehe, i like your blog. <3 you subtlely brought me into it and i feel special and im sure the date will be awesome and goes fine and dandy because YOU are fine and dandy. tee hee"
lastly, a good question to ask yourself is, can your ego really go too big? the answer to that is if you need a little self esteem boost, dont hesitate to help it at the expense of others because , truly, other people are only jealous at you. bahaha. its funny too. make sure you know your kidding only though...or people are gona really think your an asshole hahaha. call 0163196190 if you need help with this. this is not my number ladies, so dont sms it in the hope of getting anywhere. call this number instead 0122897231 and tell me what you love about me and ill try to fit you into my busy life.
-russ stajankovich-valadishamonisshisky, your favourite russian philantropist slash model
aparently i look awesome in a pair of jeans and a t shirt. some say it really highlights my masculinity and really evokes the sex machine within. few days ago i saw something disturbing. a menshealth cover guy was skinnier than i am. its like saying id love to be a rugby player, but i dont have quite the physique for it. or a bikini model who has te same waist size as a hula hoop. the point of it all, is , if that guy can make it to mens health, id sure as love to be the cover guy too one day, fingers crossed. its not fair that this absurdity can be accepted by society these days. grounds rules have to be set. it will be called, russells rules (russules for short). people who act in a way i find disturbing and not, in my opinion, dignified, will be sentenced to no longer than 2 hours watching a japanese guy singing karaoke.
alas, russ is going on a date tomorrow. please, dont get jealous, submit your request by sms if you want one but think about it for a moment or two before you press send. you risk falling in loev with me and never being able to let go and then id be forced to looking ugly just for you. this is no easy task. jokes aside, im pretty excited, because its difficult to make every date into the perfect date ever. im a perfectionist, everything has to go shipshape, and sometimes even the wrong atmosphere can kill everything.
- what is the perfect date? you may ask me. well to me the perfect date would be that conversation works both ways. for you guys who have never gone on dates before, make sure you keep the conversation up, but dont bother if the other isnt participating. this is just general information, nothing against anyone really.
do guys have to pay for everything? good question. if you want to make a good impression, sure pay for everything. but girls, if you feel like the guy is spending way too much on you, dont hesitate to pull out that purse of yours, but dont do it in a way like you want to pay only because your trying to make it less a date than it is, do it in a way that you want to pay because you feel you want to contribute to the date and make it seem like it wouldnt be the same without you there. but truth be told, im only saying this in the blind hope she reads this and laughs and sms's me , "hehe, i like your blog. <3 you subtlely brought me into it and i feel special and im sure the date will be awesome and goes fine and dandy because YOU are fine and dandy. tee hee"
lastly, a good question to ask yourself is, can your ego really go too big? the answer to that is if you need a little self esteem boost, dont hesitate to help it at the expense of others because , truly, other people are only jealous at you. bahaha. its funny too. make sure you know your kidding only though...or people are gona really think your an asshole hahaha. call 0163196190 if you need help with this. this is not my number ladies, so dont sms it in the hope of getting anywhere. call this number instead 0122897231 and tell me what you love about me and ill try to fit you into my busy life.
-russ stajankovich-valadishamonisshisky, your favourite russian philantropist slash model
Monday, October 20, 2008
clearing the air
at the risk of sounding hypocritical, im only updating this blog because people tell me its awesome, and i do it for the love.
uh oh..
hah, I never thought id see the day that id update my blog twice in the same day. but ive seen it today. hahaha. what a day what a day. id love to announce that ive never ever done a 90kg bench press and today was the first time ever. someone slap me a fucking huge ass high 5. i snuck in like a fucking ninja and with my skills i didnt get caught. many close calls, but i cast lvl 10 stealth and i dissapeared like smoke. which is funny because i had 3 today. for any hardcore gymmers out there reading this, id love to promote no-xplode for a sec here, it is da shit. ive never seen something push me so hard. on to my next point, do you ever realise that the first smoke of the day is always the best smoke of the day.
on to my next item on the list, my balls were itchy today. i gave em a scratch and they were all fine and dandy. at first i thought, oh no, did the lap dancer give me some kinda of disease that postpones itself and one day hit u like a mosquito, but no, it was male-pattern-ball-itchiness.
im seriously beginning to doubt anyone reads this shit, so if happen to come across this , take the time and leave a fucking comment u lazy assholes. show some fucking love la! this shit dont come free man!!!....well i does la (jason now here , russ in the shower)
ive pretty much got nothing to say...umm , im gonna wake up early and do cardio , early as in 9am tmrw. thats it. going MOS on thursday. thats about it. iv tried blogging b4 , but it wasnt my thing , forgot 3 of my blog names with no posts , and forgot 1 password. all together tried it 4 times. i guess blogging is like an online public diary. hmm. btw theres this hot girl who lives near me that russ is dating...woooT hahahahaha. btw dl this song- no diggity by blackstreet.
(russ back here now)
im going to leave you all now with some good things to think about. i just realised this in my shower. do you ever wonder why people wash their towels. realistically, after i take my shower, im the cleanest object in my house, so idealistacally, everytime i dry myself off, the towel should be getting cleaner.
(Jason here)
that ALSO gives me a thought. Do you ever wonder why , ppl make up their beds everyday...when its just gonna get messy again at night? its bullshit man.
there comes a point in life when people gotta start thinking straight. i call this, thinking like a pro, or AKA thinking the jaruss way. life becomes simpler and more meaningful, and more cock. aight la, ciao wei. hahah
on to my next item on the list, my balls were itchy today. i gave em a scratch and they were all fine and dandy. at first i thought, oh no, did the lap dancer give me some kinda of disease that postpones itself and one day hit u like a mosquito, but no, it was male-pattern-ball-itchiness.
im seriously beginning to doubt anyone reads this shit, so if happen to come across this , take the time and leave a fucking comment u lazy assholes. show some fucking love la! this shit dont come free man!!!....well i does la (jason now here , russ in the shower)
ive pretty much got nothing to say...umm , im gonna wake up early and do cardio , early as in 9am tmrw. thats it. going MOS on thursday. thats about it. iv tried blogging b4 , but it wasnt my thing , forgot 3 of my blog names with no posts , and forgot 1 password. all together tried it 4 times. i guess blogging is like an online public diary. hmm. btw theres this hot girl who lives near me that russ is dating...woooT hahahahaha. btw dl this song- no diggity by blackstreet.
(russ back here now)
im going to leave you all now with some good things to think about. i just realised this in my shower. do you ever wonder why people wash their towels. realistically, after i take my shower, im the cleanest object in my house, so idealistacally, everytime i dry myself off, the towel should be getting cleaner.
(Jason here)
that ALSO gives me a thought. Do you ever wonder why , ppl make up their beds everyday...when its just gonna get messy again at night? its bullshit man.
there comes a point in life when people gotta start thinking straight. i call this, thinking like a pro, or AKA thinking the jaruss way. life becomes simpler and more meaningful, and more cock. aight la, ciao wei. hahah
its funny..kinda
today i woke up thinking, everyone loves their own kind of music. the funny thing is most of it sucks; with the exception of a few people who have introduced me to good music, so here ive come up with a list of some of the greater songs there are so that you have more meaning to your life
1. Blackstreet - No Diggity
2. Sam Sparro - Black and Gold
3. David Guettea - Love is Gone
4. Sander Van Doorn - Apologize
5. September - Cry For You (spencer and hill remix)
there :) 5 songs that will change your listening habits, and when i say that i mean you will actually click through those 5 songs over and over again untill u get bored of em and check back here for 5 new russongs.
3:40pm, i just woke up. i have a half feeling today is going to be a weird day only because the first thing i did when i woke up was actually post something on this blog. i feel this way only because i just posted my first ever post yesterday and people tell me its already the best blog in the world. im sorry world, but i guess we all cant be superstars at blogging. rest assured i will not be using words like -pic-blog, vid-blog, e-blog. no worries ladies, you still have me. in fact, i feel very sorry for people who have to write blogs evryday not because they have something to say but more because they feel they have to keep updating it even though nothing eventful has happened in their day so they fill it with what they ate for lunch and cock. they think people are following their blog like a daily routine, and if they dont update it, they wll lose these "followers" (i saw this word somewhere on the layout and figured it means that). i can make a suggestion for such - dont make petty promises to update it everyday. heres mine : i wont be updating it everyday because 1. i dont have that much free time, im too busy at golf or gym. 2. i dont give a shit who reads it and who doesnt - i guess im just cool in that way (H) haha.
so whats up with the word blog..(joke: its not a bored log! hee hee!!). . . (3 fullstops) if dong hong ever reads this i know hes already giving me a virtual tap on the shoulder. haha miss u la dude, i havent recieved a proper tap since u left to korea lol. sad note aside, im off, i think ive spent too much today writing already (11 minutes)
no diggity - mm mmm mm - peace out niggers.
1. Blackstreet - No Diggity
2. Sam Sparro - Black and Gold
3. David Guettea - Love is Gone
4. Sander Van Doorn - Apologize
5. September - Cry For You (spencer and hill remix)
there :) 5 songs that will change your listening habits, and when i say that i mean you will actually click through those 5 songs over and over again untill u get bored of em and check back here for 5 new russongs.
3:40pm, i just woke up. i have a half feeling today is going to be a weird day only because the first thing i did when i woke up was actually post something on this blog. i feel this way only because i just posted my first ever post yesterday and people tell me its already the best blog in the world. im sorry world, but i guess we all cant be superstars at blogging. rest assured i will not be using words like -pic-blog, vid-blog, e-blog. no worries ladies, you still have me. in fact, i feel very sorry for people who have to write blogs evryday not because they have something to say but more because they feel they have to keep updating it even though nothing eventful has happened in their day so they fill it with what they ate for lunch and cock. they think people are following their blog like a daily routine, and if they dont update it, they wll lose these "followers" (i saw this word somewhere on the layout and figured it means that). i can make a suggestion for such - dont make petty promises to update it everyday. heres mine : i wont be updating it everyday because 1. i dont have that much free time, im too busy at golf or gym. 2. i dont give a shit who reads it and who doesnt - i guess im just cool in that way (H) haha.
so whats up with the word blog..(joke: its not a bored log! hee hee!!). . . (3 fullstops) if dong hong ever reads this i know hes already giving me a virtual tap on the shoulder. haha miss u la dude, i havent recieved a proper tap since u left to korea lol. sad note aside, im off, i think ive spent too much today writing already (11 minutes)
no diggity - mm mmm mm - peace out niggers.
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