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MySpace Blog Reposts: "Wear Your Heart On Your Sleeve"

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 02:07:44 +0100

February 28th 2011

Originally Posted: December 22nd 2005

Wear your heart on your sleeve;

For You, so it can be easier to be able to wipe YOUR tears away.

For when someone else needs a shoulder to cry upon,

your heart is right there, to wipe HER tears away.

For when you have to get dirty,

You can roll up your sleeves and keep that part of you clean.

If your heart is worn upon your sleeve,

It makes it easier for you to put your heart to your head, so YOU can listen to what your heart has to say.

But most of all when she is in your arms,

It makes it easier for HER to listen what your heart has to say...

I know right! poetic, philosophical, and yeah yada yada yada, I know, I know just another sad love song..

MySpace Blog Reposts: " My First Fight"

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 01:38:11 +0100

February 28th 2011

Originally Posted: May 27th 2006

The taste of my own blood.... Its the last thing I remember of my first fight...

Knuckles hurting, and split up with cuts. Stained with the blood of my hands, mixed with the blood of not my own. Sweat and blood dripping into my eyes I could barely see. I've been in only a few fights in my childhood and won even less. I brace myself up against the brick wall to regain my balance and stumbled to my knees as I stepped forward in attempt to walk away, but at this point, I was struggling just to catch my breath. Because of that, fear build in Me, the fear that my next breath would be my last.

A fight was always about who was the Bully, and who got Bullied. No one ever had to fear for their lives. If you got your ass kicked, or you kicked ass, either way the both of you would still be able to walk away ( carried ) or at least you'd live to talk shit later. Never in my life did I realize that I wasn't fighting to be tough, I was fighting to live.

I hobbled back onto my feet, and felt my body get knocked around, and then I fell back down to the floor. Afterwards they told me I looked like a drunk trying to find the toilet at the end of the night. I just wanted to lie there, pray that I would live, close my eyes and call it a day. God wasn't watching out for me on that day. Turns out though, the other kid was just as beat as I was, but he was still able to get around my back and put me into a headlock.

His arms had a tight grip around my neck. I choked and gagged I knew I was in deep shit. The air to my lungs were completely cut off, panic settled in. Kicking and screaming wasting all my air, was virtually useless, but I had one advantage, he was skinner than me. I tried to keep myself from blacking out. I got to my feet, arched over, carrying him on my back, I staggered over to the brick wall, with my back facing the wall, I arched backwards and slammed him between me and the wall repeatedly. He only loosen up enough so that I could only grasp for moments of air, but then his grip only got tighter. I was thinking I was going to die, I could feel my lungs burn trying to gasp for more air, I thought to myself this is it, I'm never going to see tomorrow, I started to cry and then I got pissed.

Still leaning up against the wall with him on my back, I wheeled a half -turn, and dove backward, and fell with my back pointing to the ground. I heard the hard crack of the back of his skull slamming into the pavement. He didn't move, now free from his hold, I straddled on top of him, and if by pure rage, I can barely remember just beating the fucking shit out of him, but there was not moment of clarity there. I only can think of phrases to remember that moment, " I'm Fucking getting you back bully" and " You Piece of shit, tried to kill me " I know they sound like Eminem song titles, but that’s all I can remember.

Short lived and not even a chance to enjoy beating him up, I completely forgot he wasn't alone, as one basically stopped me from killing the kid, the other tackled us off atop of him. All I can remember is my head being shoved into the mud, and I can faintly hear the other kid trying to figure out if the kid on the ground was still alive and thank god he was, but it still didn't mean I was gonna be able to walk away. The kid just kept on shoving my face into the mud, I could get any strength to kick out or move my head to breathe.

I said Fuck it, That was all I had in me, and as I blacked out I heard my friends yelling in the distance, telling them to get the fuck off me, They picked up the other kid and took off. I looked up and I saw my buddies who I saw as brothers, they picked me up and carried me home. They carried me to my backyard and turned on the garden hose to wash me back into coherence, they said I'm in shick and if I black out, I might go into a coma, hehe, when you're a suburban kid you were paranoid as hell but I never forgot what they did for me back then.

I never knew the true meaning of friends until that moment right there, but I think thats why I expect too much out of people who say they want to be my friend, but honestly I'm too old to get into a fight and too smart to put myself into one, and I also like to think I can take care of myself by now, and if to prove it, I always talk about this fight, because I never got fucked with ever again after that, and the reason I got jumped was that the kid was looking to be apart of the local gang and even though he didn't exactly beat me they took him in and he immediately when into doing their little dirty work, he went to jail because his " boyz " ratted him out and bailed on him, and I guess he called them friends, family even... I remember shortly after that one of the gangs "Lieutenant" heard about how I handled myself and wanted me to join them. I told him my brother was a Police Officer and they respected my answer to say no. I only wished we could of talked to the kid before he tried to jump me things would of been sorely different from now, we could of been friends for all I know, But he chose his path, and I'm still living mine.....

MySpace Blog Reposts: "My Interview w/ A Vampire"

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 01:17:00 +0100

February 28th 2011

Originally Posted February 10th 2006

Of all things that could happen to me, I ran into a vampire at the mall, I couldn't comprehend all the things that were wrong with this picture let alone if I believe that vampires, werewolves, supernatural or the undead really exist, but for all purposes of curiousity, I had to ask her out for coffee, and have my little Ann Rice rendition of Interview with the Vampire. In all honestly if she really was a vampire, it is yet to be determined, I have my doubts, but proof that she was, was just as inert as to prove that she wasn't. I'm not being bias, I love the whole genre, but you really have to ask yourself if you can put this into context, has there been any case of the existance of vampires? There has, maybe not the true to cinema, " Vampire " per-say but more likely the anomally of a human being with obscure individual traits. Needless to say she did accept my offer for a small brief interview but at this point, sex would of been out of the question, so the shit is totally inpromptu......

" Ok..... Do you want to drink coffee or would you like to go out for a couple of Bloody Marys? "

" (Sarcasticly) Haha, I haven't heard that one before "

" I Try, well my first question to you is, how is it that you classify yourself as a Vampire? "

" Being a vampire isn't some sort of creature distinctively different from a human being, if anything, its "classified" as an urban subculture, you know, like an occult. "

" I know, but then why is it you label yourself a Vampire? What makes you different then a wanna-be poser to something in the movies? "

" Why is it that you label yourself an asian? "

" Im a Pacific Islander thank you very much, and um I'm the one asking all the questions here, Ok?

" Well then ask yourself this, should it be that a Vampire has to be everything that you see on TV? Isn't it possible by having just enough traits can be enough to label you a Vampire?

" Ok so what traits do you have that are similar to the characteristics of a Vampire? "

" Believe it or not, I do have the urge to drink of blood, not necessarily human, but blood never -the-less "

" So are you gonna bite me? "

" I Don't have the desire to."

" What you don't think i'm attractive?"

" I Didn't say you weren't, but just because I'm telling you who I am, doesn't mean I'm gonna seduce you into my bed, fuck your brains out, and finish you like little late night snack. Not yet at least at this point. "

" I'm more than a little snack, for the seduction all you really have to do is say hi, and its already instant seduction no effort needed there, doesnt have to be your bed, I have an air matress with red silk bed sheets, mind the transformer pillows, and try not claw or sink your fangs into the matress and I think we'll be ok, as for you fucking my brains out, you kinda have to have brains first before you can you can fuck them out, but i'm more than willing to let you try... "

After saying all that I thought that, I thought for sure the interview was over, but little did I know it was only getting started....

MySpace Blog Reposts: "Next Door Neighbors"

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 01:17:20 +0100

February 28th 2011

Originally posted on Myspace, February 1st 2006

The " it " girl, everybody knows what its like to know the girl next door... the one girl thats right there not a few hundred feet from where you sleep. She has a smile so bright and radiant you can't resist to crack a smile yourself, it becomes so infectious . She has incredibly beautiful eyes that gleam like when the stars shine down from heaven at night from above a twinkle so much it hypnotizes you from the heart rather than from the mind. She doesn't try so hard but yet seems like she deserves to get noticed. You feel like you want to get to know what she is all about because you know that there is so much more to her than whats on the surface.

Do you find the courage to go and at least introduce yourself? So shy and so afraid that your nerves lose all feeling, your heart freezes and you grasp for air, she doesn't even know you exsist and she already has the power to command your will. You willfully surrender, because for your understanding of her, turns into an infatuation, but don't let it become an obsession, like I said before she still doesn't even know you exsist. Just go and put your best foot forward, know that you will make an absolute fool of yourself but it is not the end of the world, she may remember you for it .

You wait like an idiot in your doorway, staring at hers. Trying to think of the right words to say. You fidgit and nervously wander wanting to get it over with. All you need to do, is to tell her your name, but remember to say, " Hi " and " How are you? " Let your heart do the talking but remember not too go too far. She isn't interested in your xbox or your comicbook collecting at least not yet, she probaly doesn't watch star wars, and try to keep the simpson references to a bare minium of 2 . She doesn't know what your like, but don't lay your entire life on the table in a matter of four sentences. Let her talk and make sure you listen for you will be tested later for your listening and memory skills. Show that your curiousity has peaked in wanting to know, but only know she only has but a few minutes of her time. Don't rush her but make sure you listen, accept what she says but don't hold it in contemp. Find your momentium remember she is the girl next door, she doesnt try so hard so you shouldnt either, but remember to listen! Always remember to listen, you'll learn so much, and in the very least you'll know instead of wondering what could have been.

There she is, walking out of her doorway, wearing a ski cap with her hair creeping from underneath all curly its so unmistakenable, wearing jeans and thick layered white sweater and a pink striped scarf with a matching ski cap you can't help but stare. Theres no denying it, she is the girl next door.

Your heart pounds as you know that this is your moment, you step foward and feel the intense feeling of having second thoughts, you didnt do all of this just to puss out now. Go on before its too late! You take a deep gasp and hold your breath trying to find the strength to walk up to her. As you do, you start to realize theres no turning back now, and so you dont even look back....

" Hadda didda luba way... der..."

" Oh excuse me? "

" How about this lovely wheather? "

" Oh I know right, we actually got it pretty lucky this year. "

" Tell me about, I'm sorry allow me to introduce myself. My name is...."

" I know who you are. My name is..."

" Yeah, I know, um, I could see your actually really busy at the moment but I was wondering if I could stop by and talk more about the wheather..? "( WTF.. ok that was stupid.. )

( Giggled ) " Um as odd as that sounded I would actually like to, But I'm actually on my way to the videostore I was gonna rent, Episode III, I'm like the only nut who hasn't seen it yet, you interested...? "

" We could take my car. "

( Sigh ) The Boy next door, star wars gets them all the time....

Prepare For The Long Haul

Mon, 28 Feb 2011 22:18:54 +0100

if it isn't a surprise, the world is a load complex infinite possibilities. The dilution that only one conclusion will result in the sum of your life, only personifies that your not ready to live your life. For example, if you think you can plan out your life before you reach the age of 21, college, a home, marriage, career,

Now Life is Becoming a Shit Storm

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 22:43:33 +0100

I've reached my limit, & the pressure is on. House, Wife, Car(s), Rent, Own, Mortgage, Bills... Kids?! Not that far, yet. Can I do it all? Of course, because this is LIFE, and I WILL overcome and achieve, not because I have to, because I have to know what I can do. If life gives me beyond my limit, I can only do one, of two things; Endure or Surrender, and believe me the latter seems so much more tempting right about now. But if my limit can endure, and stretch my tolerance a little bit farther, would it make me a better person, or just another guy who has issues?

2009 has taken me to my limit, I've lasted up to now, anymore pressure and sure as shit, I'm going to crack. Where will I find the strength to endure? Who will I look to, for guidance? No one, this is it, I'm on my own, I've gained a lot of weight, and I think stress is more of a reflex action now, than a anxiety to me then. I've ruin a better part of my life, to risk it all for that little gleam of hope at the end. Life will pay itself off in the end, but what will it cost me to get there? I'm broke and life is asking for more and more. Pockets are shallow but the deep end will drown me in debt. I just need a little of light to shine on me.

It's raining, and flooding to no end. The storm of endless fury, will wash me away from it all, while firm ground with my head above water is a deep ill advised illusion that won't end well. I have to reach past a limit too far stretched. Endure, just endure.

You're gonna break, you're gonna fold, and all my walls are going to come crashing down on me. I WILL NOT give up, and I WILL get up and power through, I just need rest, comfort, and maybe a little support, things I don't think I can find on my own. I just need a little light to shine on me.

2016 Olympic Bid.. OK Chicago didn't get it..

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 21:32:43 +0100

Chicago Skyline

Anyone whose anyone knows I love my town of Chicago. Even though I was born and raised in "Da' Burbs" it's still my town by heart. And I will contest, even sacrifice, to show my love for this city. So to turn on the TV to the announcement of the 2016 Olympic bid coverage, only to hear, "..and with the LEAST amount of votes, Chicago is eliminated for the 2016 Olympic bid." would be suffice to say I didn't eat lunch this day. But in perspective, it was only natural that the 2016 Olympics would be promised with a historical first.

Was it shocking to see Chicago eliminated in the first round? Yes AND No. Gut wrenching to see Chicago doesn't fair amongst elite Olympic standards with the competition of the likes of Tokyo, Madrid, & Rio De Janeiro, but to some extent, not surprising as well.

Rio's Statue of Christ the Redeemer

My personal opinion, I knew it was going to be Rio simply due to the fact the Olympics never even stepped foot into South American Soil, and when the Rio De Janeiro delegation stated their case; they pleaded that the United States alone has hosted the Olympics 8 times in the entire Olympic history, and even though Chicago wasn't one of the host cities, that fact alone poses a huge statement in favor of Rio. Added to the fact that Rio is probably South America's fore-runner and model city, a one-of-a-kind in some sorts, only shows fit that they would be the first South American city to host the Olympics in 2016.

I know there are stats on how, Rio is the Kid-nap/ Murder capital of the world and that could be a major problem come 2016. Be sure that by 2016 if the stats are still true or not, Rio will have to step up to the responsibility of hosting the Olympics. I feel confident after winning the 2016 bid, Rio De Janeiro can step to the challenge. And besides, regardless of the comparisons or stats, favors and even conflicts, I congratulate Rio De Janeiro for making history.

Should Chicago have been at least runner up in the 2016 Olympic bid? No, because politics always takes precedence over stature of significance, at least in the case of favoritism. The runner up spot would not have gone to Chicago. The runner up spot in my opinion, was given to Madrid, in hopes that former IOC President Juan Antonio Samaranch native of Spain, be the only thing standing in the winner's way, and his influence on the committee, would be the sole reason Madrid would be in position to win. See Politics over Significance. Should have Madrid won the bid to Host 2016? Not Really. Not to say that they don't deserve the Olympics, but Rio's significance & the fact that 2012 (London) & The 2014 Winter Olympics (Sochi, Russia) are in European countries, nullified their chances.

Downtown Madrid (Gran Via)

For Chicago to lose the 2016 Olympic bid should be a sign to the entire United States, that even a city that is more than qualified to host the Olympics, and even if the cards were suppose to be stacked in our deck, we can not go on thinking that the world is going to see us as a popular choice these days. The US is stronger and better economically, and socially, than most countries, and even superior to so many more, but banking on that thought, will not let a committee decide to let another North American city host the Olympics or even world events ever again. It might be our time as a Country to quit trying to prove to the world how great we are, and start realizing that the world can be just as great.

The Aquatics Venue to mimicking the Watercube used in the Bejing 2008 Games

I'd probably suggest that this is where the old adage of "Live everyday like it was your last" be plugged in and suggest Chicago not to be so down that we lost, but to "IMAGINE" when Rio makes history..

Chicago River (Downtown)

Five Guys Burgers & Fries, Do they live up to the hype?

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 05:27:29 +0100

Now I only heard about this through the grapevine, but there is a burger joint that would be willing to knock your socks right off, but first be forewarned..

(1) If you're looking for a garden-burger or some cardboard heat lamped patties, I ask you to stop reading the blog, right this very second. we won't find it here.

Now if you do decide to continue the only other warning I have to offer you is,

(2) If you are allergic to peanuts, this is also where you should stop reading because they basically cook the French Fries in peanut oil, I know it just isn't fair, but I'll tell you why you should care.

Now if we have gotten this far, and willing to continue...

Five guys came to my attention when my cousin commented it on facebook, saying that they were opening a franchise up near the neighborhood I grew up in. Now I know if I would of asked my cousin what's Five Guys all about, he would of called me a chod, and say exactly, "What?! You never heard of Five Guys before???" Thinking that wouldn't be the route to go, I asked the Burger Gurus in the circle of friends I have, and low and behold only one of them have ever heard and experienced Five Guys Burgers and Fries.

Even though some of my answers were answered, I still needed to search to see if it was going to be worth my time, & money. So then I turned to the internet for more guidance. From that point on, I would come across article, after article, claiming that Five Guys was true to it's word, and is the best burger in the U.S. There was only one way to be sure..

And truthfully, the bottom line is, Yes, BUT... only to a point, now before you jump down my throat cause you're the avid fan of the franchise, understand this; the basic fundamentals of a good burger isn't the meat, or the meat to bun ratio, but the ability of customization, to have to each own, desired taste. Which begs to differ, how many types of tastes can Five Guys Burgers & Fries quench? Nearly all of them, but you say, Why not all of them? I say look to the 2 fore warnings stated in the beginning of this blog. Exactly, there are still people out there who will settle for heat lamped "beef" burgers.

Now I bet your saying, but dude I'm not sold on this, how is Five Guys a cut above the rest? Well they take the basic idea of how a burger should be, and tailor the rest of it to your desire, free of charge of course, and believe you, me, the combinations are near endless, but the real kicker is, the french fries, which are the perfect compliment to an already perfect burger, simply made your way, no heat lamps, no processed 2nd rate beef, no bullshit.

A regular Five Guys burger, starts off as a serving of two (2) patties, ( there is a serving with one (1) patty labeled "little burger") with the basic option of plain, cheese, bacon, & bacon w/ cheese. And not forget the shit load of optional condiments some upon requested, to load up on. I of course went for the gusto, Regular Bacon Cheese for $6.59 and my heart is paying for it as I tap these keys.

Now I mentioned the french fries, and probably going to continue mentioning the french fries, because they are simply delicious, goodness as my co-worker put it after I told him I had Five Guys Burgers & Fries for the first time tonight. Cajun flavor is possibly a not so spicy seasoning, that would go great on everything it touches, and it only made sense that a fried cut potato could hold its Cajun spice flavor after being fried in peanut oil. I know it's heart breaking if you're allergic, I wish there could be any other way, but honestly if it was would cooked in other oil would we still taste the flavor we do now as it is? The regular serving is a more than generous portion of fries & I couldn't finish them as easy as any other fast food fries and was taken back by how good they are, I'm not really a french fry guy to begin with.

I know, I know to good to be true right? and you wouldn't be kidding if you think that you'd be escaping without a price right? Well when I purchased the meal and everything was all said and done, I was looking at a $12 dollar meal, burger, fries and 16oz. drink with free refills. Some of you might say this doesn't seem to be so much, and then there are other people who are outraged that I actually paid that much for fast food. And this would be where I would end the blog and suggest for you to try out for yourself, because in truth there's only one way to find out!

Five Guys Website

Chicago Comic- Con Day: 4 Sunday the 9th

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 03:12:13 +0100

Sunday, August 9th 2009

Chicago Comic- Con you have lifted my spirit. I once was lost, but now, am Strong.

As Chicago Comic- Con 2009 comes to to an end it's doors may have welcomed us for the very last time. On the horizon in 2010, NYC Comic- Con opens it's right to host a Comic Book Convention in Chicago upon the month of April. Nothing short of a small change, the comic book convention will be held in Chicago, at the McCormick Place along Chicago's lake front. Minor adjustments would have to be made, but all the same, the convention will be housed in a bigger venue, and is schedule better, not to conflict with other conventions of interest. The convention is also dubbed C2 E2 for Chicago Comic & Entertainment Expo.

The McCormick Place in Chicago

Evil Money Comics had a great time at this convention, and as sure as shit, will have nothing less than a great time at the next one. We would like to thank everyone who came out, friends we haven't seen in a long while, and to new friends we hope to have a new and long lasting ventures with.

Oh and thank you artists of artist alley, you all took any commissions I could even think about getting the entire weekend, but in those last fleeting moments of today, we cleaned house, we took the commissions that any big named artist can do and sold them for 1/3 of the price, and now we've made a name for ourselves, and that name is Evil Money Comics. Let it be known, that what has been said, needs to be done. We are the unstoppable force in which we are in complete control. See you at the convention 2010 and beyond. Word.

Chicago Comic- Con 2009 Day:3 Saturday the 8th

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 05:37:40 +0100

Saturday, August 8^th 2009

Coming off a great of night of extra convention curricular activity, I decided to take it easy today. Saturday was the major traffic jam getting to the convention, as well as WALKING through the convention, no offense a lot of you comic book fans need to shower at least once a day, but all of that set aside it was a day that I need to try to find my touch of making artwork. I know I’ve been way out of touch and need just a small justification that I don’t complete suck at making drawings and at the convention was the best place to be inspired. Just by looking at the pictures it only makes sense that if you dwell in an environment rich with inspiration, the sky becomes your limit.

The Green Lantern Corp

The Flash & Super Girl

Well if I lost my touch, it won’t be because I don’t think I have “it” anymore it would be because I’ve decided it’s not the best thing for me. Wouldn’t you agree? Of course not.

Nick Fury

Spider-man

Arch Angel

Deadshot

Sunday of course, is the last day of this long beautiful journey, and as we hope for it to last forever, come Monday it’ll be back to reality on usual 9 to 5 grind.

Evil Money Comics

I also want to thank my co-worker and good friend, Ming Hung, who not only has an awesome porn name, but is cleverly handy with telephotographic lenses.