ron talks to himself

paper towns.

2008-10-24T00:32:22Z

you know what my problem is? i keep expecting people not to be themselves. i mean, i could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than yourself, and for like, never asking me about how it's going with my life- but i don't give a shizz.

man, because you're you. my parents own more tv's than they have teeth, buit that's ok, they're them. and im too obsessed with creating drama to care about anything else. that's okay too. that's me. you like me anyway. and i like you. you're funny, and you're smart, and you may not show up to stuff, but you always show up eventually.

im not complimenting you. just saying that i should stop thinking you should be me, and i should stop thinking i should be you. and we hould just relax.

for you

2008-09-10T04:51:57Z

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' every day

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' every day

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

A Little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love[repeat]

I feel as if I'm wasted
And I waste everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
To live the rest of our life,
But not together.

a white day

2008-09-04T03:52:17Z

so i listened to ex-factor 100 times in a row yesterday night. it doesn't help with my depression, or so called depression, but i'm pretty sure it's depression. whateves yo ! whateves !

my first day off of school was today !!! what did i dooooo? i slept in til 11:00am and then went to work from 1 - 9:30pm. i forgot what it felt like to do eight hours at work. obviously i died. but i actually had to do REAL work. i also didn't get a break til six !

i packed my own lunch today ! it was very white. it was white bread with sliced cheese and ham. i made two because one would never do. i also packed some grapes. lunch was complete. but i was starving by the time i went on break that i had to get fries and a snapple with it. bye bye moolah.

i don't know why i keep starting new paragraphs, it's probably because i keep forgetting what i'm supposed to be talking about. i got visitors at work today, i like my friends.

my life hurts.

ron

decided

2008-09-03T03:29:37Z

i think i pulled off the day in total "ron" fashion. since my stay at the exhibition was longer that i hoped it was going to be, i woke up extra late and decided to miss my first class (not that i had any choice). so i travelled to uni and decided that this year will be a make it or break it year for me. i'm pretty sure i can pull off doing well somewhere in my ass, but it's all up to the other side of me, let's call him demon dumbass ron, to not make me hand all my essays in three days after it was due or rationalize why i don't have to be in school all the time and that this test isn't that important.

i have two days off from school, which i dedicate to HMV and to homework, i say this now when in reality the only thing i will be giving extra attention to during those days would probably be youtube and facebook. i've decided to be a morning person, i am proud to say that i am one of those chumps that can wake up at 7am without the alarm clock being set or the phone timer going off. i have become a robot. i owe it all to those early days at the zoo.

my first day went smoothly, i went to half my classes, accidently slammed a door at my teachers face without knowing it. lined up to get my agenda, and with the luck i always have handy in my pocket, i pick the line that doesn't move.

i hate criminology and school always,

ron

ps. i got a PC financial card activated today, but i'm afraid to close my RBC account because that's just who i am. a wuss.

update

2008-04-27T01:45:59Z

i'm updating for the sake of updating. i will delete this later. or not.

i've been very busy and i've also been very complicated.

i had five exams all in a row and finished last saturday, i had one of the most successful terms in ages since i started ryerson. maybe because i finally made it a priority instead of something i just do for the sake of going to school and for fun, like amanda does at york. i did really well on all my essays and felt good coming out of each exam.

my birthday is coming up and im excited to see what i do this year, even if it's nothing, it'll be interesting to see how nothing played out.

the TTC strike was yesterday and i was one of the people who were downtown stuck at the heart of toronto with no transportation. after a day of harvey's, christine's tobi, and professional camera whore-ing featuring drag queens and kathy's art show, i had the ttc strike as the cherry on top. i was actually excited when nick called at 11:45 telling us that we had 15 minutes to get back to scarborough. thanks to kadie's bra and ma for taking our sorry asses home.

i went to niagara falls for fun, literally went there for under an hour, lost 5 bucks at the casino and headed back home all in a span of 6 hours. i would do it again, esp. with revy in the backseat (wink).

whattodowhattodowhattodowhatodo. i've gotten different advice from all over the place on whattodo.

my room has a lot of crap in it. my parents turned it into half storage until furthur notice so we can make room for my uncles family to move in temporarily next month. this shall be very interesting.

life is good is the worst saying ever, i also hate nice people because if you're always nice then you're a fake because anger and showing negative feelings toward something is natural and innate. LOST was amazing yesterday. the new pose is taking a picture of yourself while someone else is taking a picture of you. they turn out amazing.

the nostalgia series ii

2008-04-16T03:45:42Z

whether it was traumatic, normal, or life-changing, you never forget your first day of high school, unless you get into a car accident and die or get amnesia. so my first day of high school was about seven years ago. and just when i wrote that i realized that i am extremely old. too old. adult almost. sorta. yes.

alright back to the story, so i remember the night before not being able to go to sleep. i'm not sure if it was the excitement or the fear, probably a little bit of both, luckily about ten of my elementary school chums was heading to custy libermann with me, and we would all end up regretting it. so my mother had ironed my clothes and it was hung on my wall, and i was just pacing around my room, which i had just cleaned because change in my life means i must clean my room to pave the way for it. and i was just watching television, i only remember watching who's the boss, i usually stayed up to watch it at 2am, don't even ask, but if you must, i watched the whole series eventually.

my first day of university was also my sisters first day of college and the first time my other sister was alone in elementary school, so we were all going through some ch-ch-changes, so obviously my dad had the camera out, i saw the photo recently, but i don't know where it went. i took the bus with ashley and amanda i believe because they are the closest to my house, so why not. we all had our dutty uniforms and talking shit about people on our way there, and making predictions on how are year will be. i don't remember what i was thinking, i was just looking at the white girl in front of us wearing the same uniform, and i knew it was her first day of high school too, actually i remember what i was thinking, that i actually might have a white classmate for once. i had white classmates at sylvester, don't get me wrong, but they've been so asian-washed or ignored that they don't even count anymore. oh yeah that white girl in the bus was courtney.

so we were one of the first to stand in the foyer, and one by one the niners started walking in, i don't recall remembering anyone in particular while i stood there, i was just waiting for my people to show up. so one by one gino, darwin, kim, sarah, nina, patrick, charmaine all walked in. we stood there as one, probably for the last time. ashley told me off about my pants tucked inside my socks and demanded i fix it. i should've took that as a sign that we would be complete strangers that year, but it's high school and it's ashley, so that is to be expected. i always expected it from amanda, because she's unreliable and flaky. darwin was probably looking out for his new gang. i really don't remember nina on my first day.

miss kipp came out of the office and told someone to take off their hat, she was really rude about it, which made kim automatically assume that she knew miss kipp and the people she knew who had her before told her she was a bitch and no one wanted her to be their teacher. i believed her because she's that good. ANNND knowing my luck me sarah, and kimberly had miss kipp for our first class in homeroom. there she forced us to talk to the person beside us. that person for me was mary grace consul. she told me her name was mary or grace, and i asked her which one she prefers, and she said whichever, which pisses me off because obviously you go by a main name, it's not fifty-fifty. and then i realized that kim started calling her gracie. i decided not to talk to her properly ever again.

after school the sylvester people met up outside, i assumed we would all take the bus together, and we did, we were gonna head to sylvester to talk to mr. fernandes and meet up with st. joes and mary ward peeps to see how their day went. charmaine and ashley were really proud of meeting this girl named nikki kovacs, i immediately wanted her to be my friend, even if she seemed unstable, which we would all find out was just the beginning of her problems. ashley also kinda knew tricia and lexlie, i assumed from yfc, they reminded me of ashley, since nina and ashley were best friends back then they became friends with nina as well.

tricia and lexlie asked me if we were brother and sister
i said, well my mom did her dad, so i guess we are
they just stood there with blank faces and said nothing
i wanted to die...and kill...but die more...but kill

so its only fitting that all the new people i met in the first day of high school were let downs, and not surprisingly i don't talk to any of them anymore.

Random Act Of Kindness

2008-04-07T04:27:06Z

Hey everyone,

the one thing everyone has in common, are haters. we all have them, some more than others (like me), but i'm a professional hater so i ask for it. but what i realized was that the nicer you are, the more hated you become. i would use examples, but calling people out is not the point of this blog (maybe my next one). my point is there is a lot of hate in the world in general.

so this is my challenge to you. to do something kind. for a complete stranger. just to bring a little bit of love and happiness to the world. one day this week i want you to go out there and do something kind for a stranger. it doesn't have to be a big thing, we can't all be oprah (literally AND literally). but kindness can come out of the smallest thing. but it has to be nice and it has to be for someone you don't know.

here are a few ideas on what you can do:

after a nice meal at a restaurant, send your compliments to the chef (not the one who takes all the credit, but the one that actually makes your food).
swap places with someone when you're in a really long line.
when you're driving a car and someone's trying to come into the road, let them go in front of you.
feed some ducks.
hand out water to people as they leave the gym.
hide a complimentary note in a book at the library.
leave some loose change at a phone booth slot so that the next person gets a free call.

all of these ideas are things you can do for a complete stranger, which just might brighten their day. although they are small things, please don't underestimate their importance. these small acts of kindness can really make a difference in someone's day.

now i add the word random in there because of other ideas i got from other people, really awesome ideas:

1) Leave a pot of Jam outside a stranger's door just before breakfast.
2) Ask someone for their autograph
3) Try to boost a bad TV show's ratings
4) Let your hairdresser "try something new"
5) Take your empty glass back to the bar
6) Offer your seat to someone elderly who is standing on bus
7) Buy a chocolate bar from a vending machine, but leave it in there
8) Give a disposable camera to a group of people you see having fun
9) Give someone an apple
10) On a rainy day, hand a spare umbrella to someone at a bus stop.

Doing Your Job

2008-04-07T04:05:07Z

to whom it may concern,

next time your in a shop, when you've picked something up, don't put it in an arbitrary place on the other side of the store. because i'm the one (obviously not me single-handedly) but y'know, the people of retail are the ones that have to clean up after you.

you know what people say, to try and justify these actions:

"i'm not paid to put them back, that's their job. gives them something to do..."

really, it should be about people helping people. i didn't think we were that cruel as a species that we would refuse to do anything in an act of helping another person, if we're not getting anything in return. it's their job it gives them something to do? damn yo, imagine saying that when you're in a different situation, like when you're talking to let's say...firefighters.

"yeah hi 911, um ron calling again, listen...just lit another fire in my room, um, for you guys to put out. so if you want to justify your wages, i suggest you come over here and start doing your job. cheers. bye."

it doesn't work. also don't open things before you buy them !

"ah, it's an ipod nano case. i wonder if it fits my ipod nano, let's open it and find out."

yes ! it does fit your ipod nano ! of course it does ! otherwise it wouldn't say 'ipod nano case' in the effin box

garbage

2008-03-24T21:49:04Z

garbage

when i get myself into a sticky situation, i will do whatever it takes to get out of it. The only catch is i need a time restraint, i surprise myself in what i'm capable of doing when i don't have enough time . garbage (blue bin/green bin) day at our house is on wednesday mornings, and i usually do it before i got to my 8am class that day. I once again purposely overslept that day, and found out that the garbage truck already passed by. I needed to catch my 11am class, and i found myself outside my house at 9:45am, with a house full of garbage, and a bus to catch. so i thought and thought, and then i had a mentos moment.

i saw that the garbage truck was still close by, making its way down colora court, which conveniently circled it's way back to the other side of my street. fearing the wrath of my parents and needing to catch a tutorial that involved participation marks, i rolled my blue bin and my green bin across the street, and found that another house either forgot to put out their garbage, or went on vacation. nonetheless, i dumped my bins into the side of their driveway and waited across the street for the garbage men to do their thing. if anybody was watching me i hope they understand what i was doing. after the bin was dumped, and the garbage compacted, i rolled my bins back to my house, popped a mentos in my mouth, and went to school.

mentos the freshmaker !

best day ever

2008-03-18T23:51:28Z

DID YOU WIN THE LOTTERY? nope.

IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY? not yet.

GET SOME? maybe tomorrow.

IAN AND YOU ARE FRIENDS AGAIN? i wish.

SCORED AN A ON THAT PAPER? we'll see.

PAID OFF YOUR CREDIT CARD? haha.

HANDED IN YOUR TWO WEEKS NOTICE AT HMV? if only.

GOT SMASH BROTHERS FOR THE WII? *in chinese accent* supah smash !

FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO WHISTLE? not in my genes.

ATE A WHOLE ICE CREAM CAKE AT A PICNIC TABLE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS IN THE SUMMER LIKE YOU ALWAYS DREAMED OF? still dreaming.

PROUD OWNER OF A TUB OF POWDER NESTEA?

...yup...

the internet

2008-03-12T03:44:49Z

open your computer.
connect to the internet.
surf around a while until you find a website that fascinates you.
investigate the website further.
become interested.
become obsessed.
jump on the bandwagon.
suck up to the people that got there first, in hopes of fitting in.
finally find your place.
relax for a little while.
neglect your real life.
realize you're neglecting your real life.
become irritated you're neglecting your real life.
decide to stop going online so much.
find it really hard to go online so much.
take drastic action.
unplug your computer.
turn your back on the internet.
spend your whole time thinking about not going into the internet.
become frustrated.
become angry.
find distractions.
become less frustrated and angry.
realize you don't need the internet.
enjoy your life more.
plug your computer back in.
and find yourself going online sometimes.
finding yourself missing in what you used to be involved in.
find yourself going online more.
finding yourself wanting to get back into the swing of things.
finding yourself not being able to get back into the swing of things.
get back into the swing of things by talking about not getting back into the swing of things.
cycle complete.

the nostalgia series

2008-02-26T20:59:19Z

there was this convenience store that sold candy at five cents a piece, which totally fit my budget when i was about ten years old. a dollar meant candy all day. when gino and i discovered this place, we made it our ritual to go there every time we ride our bikes around the neighborhood. let me tell you about how we got our candy for the last time.

DUN DUN DUN !!

so we met up at the plaza across gino's new house he had just moved into, he wasn't far from my old townhouse in the ghettos so we still had a chance to adventure the neighborhoods with our bikes. since there were no cell phones back then, we would randomly knock on peoples doors, get free food, chillax, and bounce to the next house. one thing that that we always brought with us, aside from our bikes, we always brought a dollar with us to buy 20 pieces of candy from what we called "the five cent store", i never actually went around to find out the real name of the place, even though we've gone there so often that summer.

i remember it was cool that day, the sun hidden behind the clouds, it was my kind of weather. and we were to meet at the five cent store to buy our candy before anything else. sometimes the main purpose of our get togethers was just for the candy, the rest was just additional.so i had just come out of the store with my twenty pieces, and so it was my turn to guard gino's bike while he went inside. right after gino went in, i scarfed down 10 pieces, then i noticed a man was behind me, he was tall and wore a tattered white shirt, he asked me if the bike next to me was my bike, i said yes, which for some reason gave him permission to get on gino's bike. i told him that this bike belonged to my friend inside. he told me he was just going to borrow it, and started riding away. now i had two choices to make, either run inside the store and get gino or grab the bike with all my might until he got away. either way, it was a lose / lose situation. i thought to myself he would've gotten so far if i went into the store, so i grabbed his bike with both hands and pulled back as hard as i could. he kept saying he was just borrowing it, i told him that he wasn't allowed, that it wasn't my bike. he yanked it out and rode away. i chased him around the plaza, until he got way too far and i realized that it was hopeless, i was too stunned to cry or do anything that involved feeling. i did however get pissed off at the man was walking in the sidewalk and saw the whole thing happen and didn't even acknowledge my presence.

the hard part was telling gino what had just happened. so i decided to walk back and take some time. i found it weird that all that happened and he still wasn't out the door yet. in fact when i got in there he was small talking with the owners and still choosing his candy. i pretended to rush in and just shouted the news "your bike is stolen" , i assumed the bandaid affect would be best, unfortunately he didn't believe me, but after telling him the whole story, and seeing that the bike was no where to be found around the area, he started to freak out. he asked everyone around the plaza if they'd seen it, even though he knew they didn't. he told me he couldn't go home until it was back so he was going to wait for the bike to be brought back. i shouldn't have told him that the bugger told me he was only borrowing it.

it was almost sundown and we'd been standing in the corner of the street for hours, i was supposed to go home hours ago. but gino would not move. so i told him i would get amanda and angelica to help out with our situation. i've said this before, but when i ran to amanda and angelica's apartment, it felt like i was in a movie, like i was a cast member to the sequel of stand by me or something. so i got to the apartment, which was close by to my house, and rung them up and told them that it was an emergency. they quickly went downstairs and ran back to where gino was staying put. after reasoning with him for a couple of minutes he finally decided to go home.

i told my mom what happened, she called gino's mom to tell her before gino could so it wouldn't be such a blow to the family. i don't think it was even gino's bike.

all in all, i found it very fascinating the way people react, and how strong friendships are when they're put into such serious situations. i mean i just got mugged for the first time, a bike was stolen, and it was one of the first times some of my closest friends were put into these kinds of circumstances. it was real, we were vulnerable. and its one of the snapshots of my childhood that i'll never forget

5 (more) random facts

2008-02-16T05:12:44Z

it's reading week ! i didn't tell my parents ! yay ! so i probably won't update because i'm totally booked for this week of freedom. 5 bucks i'll get caught ! yeah yeah !

so a couple of people in my class have asked me to do another set of random facts because they seemed to enjoy the first one. perverts ! so here it is !

uno: i have a disorder when it comes to itunes/limewire and downloading music in general. some of my friends should know this but i download music religiously. and for some odd reason it's always been my life goal to force myself to listen to at least one song from every artist in the world, but it has to be somewhat of a hit, and the artist has to be known by more than two people. so yeah the problem i have with downloading music is that i'm never happy with my collection, never. ever. never. i've actually kept track of how many songs i would download, and the highest number i've ever gone up to was 8,632 downloaded songs, i think it was my alphabetical phase (which happens at least once a month). and usually when i start my music collection it has to follow a certain theme. past themes have been alphabetical, where i start downloading songs starting with A, then move on to the next letter and so on and so forth, i've downloaded music by genre, decade, male then female then male then female, by groups then solo artists, then solo artists from groups, and yeah you get the picture. so after i've downloaded songs by the thousands, i just one day decide that i've done a big mistake, and that the collection i've collected is disgusting and not right. so i delete them ALL. i would highlight, right click and it's gone. then i would get inspired again, and start all over. whatevers.

*american idol has inspired me to start downloading songs the moment i hear them, so right now i just watched a video that played Torn by Natalie whatsherface so i am currently downloading that song.

* OH ! and i thought i should mention this, for some odd reason, mainly because i'm insane, i always always always download matchbox twenty and goo goo dolls together. no matter what. i would remember one of those two bands and boom the other one pops right into my head as well. is it just me or are those two bands brothers? they're like the same ! and they're both so mainstreamingly good ! wow this one was long

dos: reality television is the best. i am naturally competitive, i mean i would kill someone to win something. so when this reality thing came out of no where with survivor, i was hooked. so hooked that i've watched almost every reality television program ever broadcast in history. i've watched all 30 billion seasons of survivor (taped the first 14 seasons on vhs! what !), big brother, american idol, canadian idol, america's next top model, the apprentice, the real world, the hills, laguna beach, and all ya'lls look alikes in between. everyone thinks i've stopped watching surivivor, but i've caught up because of those illegal sites ! <3!

tres: when i was younger, my hobby used to be running away from home. i don't think anyone's actually heard this before. so when i was younger, back in home country, i was left alone with the babysitter while my parents were at work and my sister was at some boarding school (the other two didn't exist yet). so usually around noon, after i was fed and all that jazz, i had to take a nap for like 3 hours or something, it was some mandatory thing that i never looked forward to, so after kicking and screaming, i would end up in my room, and was forced to take naps. so obviously the rebel that is me would bun that and leave the damn house, it aint no thang ! so as the babysitter watched her television, steal my mom's things or whatever she be doin, i would sneak out of the house and run away from home. mind you i was not even double digits yet so i had no idea where to go, nor did i have any sense of direction, but i would walk very long distances. the good thing is they always found me, no matter how far i went, i remember it never took that long before they found me by myself wandering the streets with no name.

quatro: when it comes to writing my essays, one thing i make sure i do before i start writing a single word is change the font. it's really important to me that the font NOT be times freakin new roman. i hate that font, it's disgusting and it makes me angry and writing in that font is not enjoyable whatsoever. i just can't do it. that's why my entries are mostly in MEDIUM size, because the smaller sizes are way too times new romanish. so yeah i always change it to tahoma, something about that font makes me feel like what i'm writing is important, and all in all it makes me feel better about myself. and that's what's really important. so try tahoma, it'll make your essays awesome. just remember to put it back to times new roman, because i never do and i lose like 2 percent of my mark. whateves.

cinco: i have a lot of, what i like to call "failed collections" so basically i have a collection of the start of a collection. you still with me? so i have my collection of pennies, amazing spiderman comics, marvel cards, sports cards, hats, sports equipment, cds, tv/dvds, shoes etc etc you get the picture etc. so i would start with whatever im into, and then i would stop and start up a new collection. so basically everything in my room is part of some collection. a part of a collection that is never finished. i find it very difficult to finish...

that's what she said.

Procras...ugh

2008-02-13T05:29:28Z

i am so disappointed in myself right now. i've managed to completely waste a day, and this is not the first time i've done this too. i am a serious repeat offender of wasting days. my screen name should be wasteddaysboy, because obviously no one would have the same name since no one has wasted days better than moi.

c'mon get on with it then. alright alright

let me start off by saying it's not reading week for me, that's next week where my entire week will be dedicated to youtube and doing nothing. and since it's not reading week for me, and that i am a full time uni student, i will be subjected to searing pain and suffering. since we get a week off, the teachers pile on the hard stuff right before to make us earn it, it's some kind of cruel joke they came up with back when school was invented. so it was tuesday yesterday and i have tuesdays off. now i thought, wow i get tuesdays off, what a perfect time to sit back, relax and study my ass off for my CRM 202 midterm tomorrow ! i had it all set. so i woke up around 8:30 am because for some reason i slept really early the day before, like 9:00pm or something, i forgot the whole day in general so i don't even know why.

i'm gonna start a new paragraph because that one was pissing me off. alright. so the first thing i do is finish watching the rest of the episode of pushing daisies, because i died watching it the night before. that led to me watching 4 more episodes. then i went on the internet which lasted til 11:00am, did the usual, facebook, livejournal, ryerson sites, porn, youtube etc etc. then my mom ordered me to make bacon for myself, so i ate breakfast. then she forced me to help my dad run some errands. so i did some shopping, went to some clothing shop, went to the car dealership to get back our van and return the minivan we were temporarily using, and then pizza pizza for lunch. this went on until 2:00pm. then i went home, and was exhausted so i did the whole internet thing again, then at 4:00pm i watched back to back episodes of Arthur because it's the only show i watch that's not from some illegal site. after realizing that i barely studied, i convinced myself that i was too tired and would start at 6:00pm, and i promised myself no matter what, 6:00pm is the time to start.

then i died and took a nap. my mom woke me up and told me to shovel before my dad came home from work so he'll actually be able to park in the driveway. before i did this i downloaded music for an hour. for some reason i went all anal on my itunes and went alphabetical again and started downloading artists that start with A. i got as far as Alanis Morissette before my mom realized i did not shovel the snow. so all that and dinner took up my time until 8:00pm, i totally forgot about my 6:00pm promise, i only remembered because of this timeline i'm writing. obviously i had to watch American Idol since it's hollywood week, the only episode of american idol worth watching, it's when the people who actually could sing compete against each other and there's still a truckload of people left. it's not the same as the top 20 something or the top ten because that's when they don't seem human anymore. so FOX screwed me over since they made it a two hour special. and so after that episode i had to download more songs because it inspired me to appreciate music more. i got as far as Bryan Adams.

then i went on msn to pick a fight with whoever seemed vulnerable, did internet again. and then i read A SLIDE of powerpoint for tomorrow. convinced myself it's just a test and there are more important things in life, and that i am a smart person who doesn't need to study. but then i realized that if i did study that i would probably get perfect. then i thought who cares, then i got hungry so i ate chips. which lead me all the way to now. oh and add a little youtube in between.

i wrote so much because i am still avoiding studying for this crap of a midterm. gah blah blah blah then then then then then then

*edit: before the word youtube add the word A LOT

it's 12:30, my exam is at 8:00am. PEACE

edit: easiest exam of my life. but i managed to get one wrong for sure. karma yo.

Dear Body

2008-02-10T03:03:03Z

i don't give you enough credit. granted, you never did grow out of that lanky awkward gangly stage. but that's okay, you get the job done pretty well anyway. although people say you look like a scarecrow sometimes. i agree.

Feet. you're probably the one i take for granted the most. i can always rely on you to get me somewhere in record time, even though you're way too fast for the others. i'm sorry for being too lazy to put on clean socks when i'm in a hurry for school. i am thankful for all the acclaim you got me during my track and cross country years. let's not forget those times you got me out of those awkward situations. you look pretty cool in those shoes.

legs. legs, legs, legs. you're so delightfully scrawny. but i don't care what the fat peope say. i love you. you're pretty cool. i apologize for all the scars i have left you, especially that big gash i gave you when we were five.

butt. i am sorry for your lack of existence. but i'm not black. thanks for breaking my falls.

arms. you guys sure are talented, i mean the stuff i can reach always surprises me. thanks for all the pictures you've taken at decent distances. oh let's not forget the arm wrestling matches you've won me. little do people know how strong you guys really are, i mean you've done a lot of heavy lifting.

nose. thanks for looking pretty good. i want to give you props for making almost everything eatable smell good. i think i use you the most, so i hope i don't tire you out too much. sorry for all the roadkill i've made you smell. we do live in scarborough.

lips. sorry i used to pick at you, but it's kinda your fault since you're so big. i used to hate you but i've grown to accept you as part of the gang. i apologize for using the cheapest chapstick on you, so you're usually dry and bleeding.

eyes. what can i say? you owe me big time for not subjecting you to contacts. but you never know. thanks for always getting worse every year, and thus render me blind by the time i am old. i do apologize for some of the things i've made you see.

hands. you guys are so nice.a little skinny and a little spidery. but someday i'll find someone to hold you.

love ron.

i just can't believe the loveliness of loving you (TTC)

2008-02-05T07:56:09Z

so today was interesting to say the least. other words to describe my day would be odd, unexpected, wtf, and synonyms of said words.

the day started off really weird, and i mean this literally, not one of those people who say it started out really weird, but in reality it started in the middle of the afternoon, hours and hours after the start of the day. so i woke up at 8:45am, and yes some would consider that weird because that's extremely early for someone who has school at eleven. but the weird part about that is, i woke up on my own, no alarm clock, no screaming at my door telling me to eat breakfast or do something with my life, no falling off the bed. it was just a pure wake up. i literally just opened my eyes, without feeling tired, upset, or cranky. so obviously i take it as a sign, that i was meant to wake up this early, and that i needed to start the day at 8:45am. the result: i forced myself back to sleep, therefore i was punished.

i was punished for having to live through the rest of the day.

i woke up again at eleven. that's right if you remembered my class starts at eleven. my dad actually woke me up, asking me why i'm still at home sleeping. wanting to avoid an awkward situation where my father tells me that missing one class is a detriment to my learning progress and that he was disappointed, i, as usual, lied myself out of the situation and told him that my first class was canceled. he asked a lot of follow up questions once i told my life, all of which i answered with 'because'. so i planned to go to my 1:00pm class to save what was left of my education. i was forced to eat breakfast with my parents, which means that they finally got to catch up on what had happened in my life, what is happening in my life, and what will happen in my life. and i gotta say, not all questions can be answered with 'because'.

so after that gabfest, i got ready for school, which is basically getting dressed, phone in one pocket, ipod in jacket pocket, and tapping my butt to see if my wallet was still intact. as i tapped, i realized that all i can feel was my butt ! and nothing else. so i searched my room for the damn thing. but my room is so clean that all i had to do was do a three-sixty in the middle of the room to know that it was gone ! that's the sucky thing about having a clean room, when you lose something, there's no longer that reassurance that it may be lost in the sea of crap. i checked around the house and it was gone. so so gone.

i was sweating at this point because i was getting really frustrated, thinking about where i could've placed it when i got home, also what cards were inside that i had to get again if my wallet did end up in purgatory. plus, i still had my jacket on. so at 1:00pm, just as my class was starting downtown, i concluded in my mind that my wallet was LOST.

from what i remembered, the last time i took out my wallet was on the way home from work Sunday evening. so i called the TTC lost and found center. after being on hold for 5 minutes on my cell, and ten minutes on my home phone, i finally got through, it felt like winning the lottery. i told the dude about my situation. brown, roots, wallet, lost, bernardino, ron. after being on hold for another lifetime, he came back and said,
"BERARNADINO? RON? YEAH IT'S HERE IT JUST CAME IN ! DON MILLS BUS RIGHT?"
can you say i'm a lucky son of a preacher's wife? he told me i can pick it up anytime 8-5 at BAY STATION.

bullocks.

so i picked it up, and thought to myself as i was walking back to the subway, "i can't believe i'm here again."

you heard it right folks AGAIN, why? because this has happened to me before. but totally backwards.

instead of my wallet i lost 156 dollar check from the zoo
instead of in the morning i found out late at night.
instead of having to go through my parents breakfast, it was the day i watched lindsay lohan's "i know who killed me" equally torturous.

so people, the TTC is my best friend, because i can always count on it to back me up during one of my life's major douche movements.

yeah this entry was long, but if you got this far, that means you read it, liked it, and have officially been tagged a loser

blah blah blah

2008-01-29T03:59:32Z

The reason for my lack of post-ness (kadie effin corr ! lol) is because i had to read The Confessions written by St. Augustine, which is by far the most disgustingly boring, long-ass, blah blah book i've ever read in my entire existence. Even Mr. Bogayoda said it was a bore that he revised the reading list so we only have to read excerpts from the damn thing.

speaking of blah blah, shout out to Kenneth for helping me create the best joke in town. It's been quite successful that it's annoyed almost everyone since it's been created. so if you want to try it, here is a step by step tutorial of how to successfully pull off the "blah blah" joke. i will use Elaine Yiu as an example

first you must have a target: Elaine Yiu

then you must wait until they say something stupid: Elaine says: "buy my spice girls ticket !"

you then proceed in mocking what the person says, but instead of straight up mocking you add "blah blah blah" in the beginning of the sentence, and end of with "my name is (target)" for example: I say: "blah blah blah, buy my spice girls ticket, my name is Elaine"

For better results, keep doing it to every other sentence the person says once the joke is successfully executed, or if they fall silent after it is done, you simply do some low blows and do sentences the person would probably say such as

blah blah blah i like josh groban my name is elaine
blah blah blah i like buying overpriced clothing my name is elaine
blah blah blah omz UB was so good bbz my name is elaine

love ya.

5 random facts

2008-01-24T21:53:21Z

one. i think most of my friends know this, but it has to be written as proof. but i hate cake, but obviously i eat it anyway because it looks good and its usually forced on me even if i refuse. but i can't stand it, it just gets gagged out, or secretly gets thrown in the garbage, the whole icing thing, and the bread thing, and the braghchablah thing that happens in your mouth. nah son.

two. i've had a string of pets that ultimately died because of my family. my first pets were stray cats that were around the area back in the philippines, we ran most of them over with the car. then we had pet hamsters that died because we fed it nothing, same goes with the two parakeets. then in canada i had a pet caterpillar, a rabbit named snicklefritz, a cat named skittles, a bird named bird?, and most recently my pet fish paul anka. they all died due to malnutrition and extreme famine.

three. i lie about absolutely everything for fun. even if there's no need to. it's probably because i'm a pathological liar. i'll give you a scenario.

truth: my dad went to the market to buy apples from the market, for my mom who was at work
my truth: some random guy gave my parents some apricots from some foreign country, and he tried to hit on my mom because he came to her work trying to impress her with these really huge apricots

four. the last four essays ive done have been late. and not just the next day late, i'm talking (downtown) late late. as in multiple days to a week. if it's plagarized or from someone else, then i'll probably hand it in 2-3 days late, if it's completely on my own, i start it when it's due and hand it in the last day i'm supposed to before i get a zero. i have too much faith in my essay writing skills. i mean i haven't failed an essay yet.

five. i'm obsessed with lists. and i'm not exaggerating, i memorize them, i make them, i compare them, everything. i made a "whos the most intrguing person" during grade twelve. i memorized afi's 100 lists, i know which actors and actresses, movies, directors have won any award of every kind. when i watched kratt's creatures (this animal show in tvo) back in my animal phase, i would list all the animals they would say on a piece of paper and add onto it until the next episode, i did the same with dinosaurs.

it's true.

the art of writing life

2008-01-22T08:45:41Z

soooo...
why i've gone back to livejournal

there are a lot of reasons. one being that i've always been a big fan of livejournal, or "lj" as the kids used to call it back in the day when "lj" was the biggest thing. most of the douche bags that are my friends had it back in the high school days, and i gotta say, looking back at all their entries post-graduation, was in a lack of a better term, amazing. i found myself laughing at every entry i've read, even though it wasn't funny, and half the time not even knowing about the situation they were writing about. but major props must be awarded to them. we were all such good writers, so dedicated to detail. and i was totally impressed with how well they showed off their lives. very professional. second reason being that i'm in an english course called "the art of writing life" and part of my grade is writing regularly about the goings on during the term, so hello Mr. B ( i like your name ), and the white people in my class.

the main reason i'm back is because, my usual source of online entertainment (and everyone elses in the world), the one and only facebook, has gone downhill for me, mind you i'm still on it religiously, and the withdrawal process has slowly begun. but once i'm fully facebook free, i'll deactivate and activate only when i do live performances with my band. so write on my wall while you still can people ! lolz.

but why ronald? why you leave me? (facebook, 2008)

well my dear, it's just that, ugh, i'm growing slightly more irritated with it. probably because nothing interesting has happened to me during the past month because my parents put me in probation (i'm 20), or the fact that more and more two year olds are getting them, or because ~~half~~ all my family members have it and that thought is just insane.

but i've come to the realization that facebook is just like myspace, they're the same thing ! facebook is just myspace's big brother with a nice, mature studio suite. so people are like "oh i like the way facebook looks, so i'm gonna go hang out with him instead". but it's the same thing ! the one thing different about facebook is the wonderful, meaningful, lovable....applications, so i can ask my friends when i see them,
"how many vampire requests have you gotten? i've gotten 5 in the last seven days. i'm popular."
so as i logged onto my facebook, i realized that i have received multiple vampire requests, werewolf requests, zombie requests, hobowars requests (wtf?), and a hundred billion more requests. to be more specific, i've received about 150 applications that ive collected since facebook gave birth to them. think about it, i have as much, if not more, application requests then there are pokemon ! 150 ! and i just had to catch them all so i didn't accept a single one. it's absolutely bullocks. not to mention half of you have a million walls, like i'm trying to write back to someone, and i have to go through all their damn alternate walls, so i pass their funwall, superwall, advanced wall, how many drinks they were sent, and then their wall is either disabled or i die before i get there. oh and i don't care if you recently filled out a movie quiz ! or went from single to in a relationship and then single again and then complicated all in one day ! or whether you're at home or sleeping. and if you're going to put up photos of yourself (called "me" or "bored" or "friends" (wtf?)), make sure you're not ugly. applications was the worst thing that happened to facebook, and the thing i once loved and depended upon for survival has now turned into a brain eating disease that makes me angrier each time i log on.

quick points:

24 is an awesome show
i need a guarantor for my passport application
youtube is my life
i need a new comforter to match my new sheets
it's 3 am i must be lonely

shout outs to kadie and elaine.

one !

2008-01-21T00:22:49Z

let's get this started!