read akash's may 15th blog. COGITATION

may 14 03, brea, edwards 12, 10:40pm showing, Matrix 2: Reloaded.

soo goood. i just loved the SPECIAL EFFECTS, and SOUND EFFECTS and the bullets flying everywhere and the whiteboy karate. but im not gonna spoil the movie for you because i didnt understand it. i want you to watch it and tell me what happens then ill post it here. my sister told me they paid 32M to copyright all the special effects of part 2 so that the same thing wont happen to part 1. you see, after they made part 1, other movies copied the slow-mo stuff and styles of matrix 1. that pissed them off. so this time, theyve got it settled.

heres something better to ponder about: A San Francisco attorney wants to outlaw the sale of Oreo cookies to children -- because they contain something called trans fat. It's the trans fat that makes the cookie crisp and the cream filling creamy. because of the high trans-fatty acids, they are clogging the arteries of elementary school children. everytime a mother packs a lunch for her child, 1 out of 5 bags are packed with at least an oreo cookie. these trans-fatty acids are artificial fats that are worse than poly-fats. imagine what the double stuff would do. well here is a business opportunity that i can see for me after they ban them: blackmarketing and importing oreo cookies from other states and selling them to californians at a higher price. heck, i should put some on ebay or even produce counterfeit oreos.

i had to type this up before i forget about what happened.

i entered the parking lot of 24 hour fitness in industry when there was this white ford F-150 in back of me. it honked at me and the driver shouted something at me. then at the speed bump where i always slow down. he pulled next to me and said hey i have something about sofas. there was a car behind me so, i hurridley parked my car and he followed me to where i parked. he got out and it turns out that he had some leather sofas for sale in the bed of his truck. he was hispanic in his mid 30's. he asked if i knew anyone who would be interested in buying some sofas for a great deal. i said i didnt know anybody who wanted one. there was a hispanic boy about 18-22 years old in the passenger side who seemed not to pay attention to our conversation. he then said if he could give me his number just in case i find a person to buy it. so i said ok. he went to his truck, took out a pen and asked if i had a piece of paper. i got some old receipt and he wrote down his number. when he gave the paper back to me he asked me how long i have been working out. 3 years i said. he said he never seen an asian that muscular and lean like me. he said he wants to workout to get rid of his beer belly. i said it was my genes that make me look how i am and that i would look like him at his age. he said "you must get a lot of girls and go partying a lot." i said "no, because at school where there are a lot of asian girls, they get turned off by buff asian men." he said, you must get lots of american girls then." i said i wish. then he asked if i had cuts on my belly. i thought about what he asked. he probably didnt know the acronym (6-pack) so i said sorta. he later asked me my age and weight and said he was also 190lbs and that he looked horrible. Then things got more personal. he asked if your "thing" would get small if you worked out a lot. i said no, but your balls will shrink if you are on steroids. he then asked if i was on steroids and i said no. then he asked does it grow because you workout a lot? i said it grows naturally according to your body's regular growth; its not a muscle. he said "ohhhh, i thought it would grow because your other muscles grow." i said your "thing" is not a muscle. then he comes closer to me and whispers, "hey i have a girl where i need 2 guys to go down on." i was like what!?? he said "i need 2 guys to go down on a girl.i said i dont do gay stuff. he said no, one after the other. he then said theres a lot of money in this. i believe him. He said "i have girls who are wanting to F@## you, especially built asian men. if you want to do this, ill go talk to these girls right now. they are really hot" i said "i know a lot of other friends who are willing to do this." he said "no i want you to do this, one of my girls saw you before and wants you to do this." i didnt say anything because i was shocked and i was trying to think about who she might be. again he whispered, "can i ask you a personal question?" i said yea. he said "is it true that asians have small . .. you know." i said no thats not true. then he asked "how big are you?" i said that i didnt want to answer that question because that was just too personal. then he said, " here lemme give you my number." i said "didnt you give me your number already?" he said that it was his pager and he was gonna give me his cell number. i said ok. then he wrote it down on the same sheet of paper. he said call me whenever you wanna do this. he shook my hand and went back in his truck and drove away.

i was so close to being a porn star and i gave him the impression that i didnt want to. i blew away the chance to fame and fortune. i assume he wasnt like a big company such as: wicked pictures, vivid or digital playground but sometimes you got to start low to move up the corporate ladder. so here im thinking, was the sofa thing just a cover up? and was the kid in the truck the other guy he was talking about? or a friend to help him move the sofas? anyways he refers his actresses as his girls so he must either be a pimp of some sort or a porno producer/recruiter. tonight was different and ill always remember this incident.

because my tires were down to the steel belts, i had them replaced. i went to discount tire centers and the guy there told me that they had a sale on my tire size. so he walks me back to the tire rack and shows me the ones that i was gonna get. i decided to let them change my tires and give me a front wheel alignment. they pulled my car into the garage and i walked to the outside to watch them change the tires. the guy then walks back to the tire rack and gets these other crappy tires. they were about to put on some H-rated or P-rated tires instead of Z-rated. they think i didnt know anything about tires so i walked in and told them that they are putting on a crappier tire. the guy was like "oh im so sorry, it was my mistake." he then says ill give you a discount. so he changes the subject and talks about how his sons wants a mustang and asks questions about my car.

mood 1: depressed from losing a chunk of my wallet (hopefully daddy will pay back).
mood 2: sad because Maritza didnt present today in ebiz class. :(
mood 3: stressed because i have lots of hw due tomorrow.
my song: mark morrison - return of the mac

i had 2 dreams, one was good the other was bad.

the first one was a pretty horriffic nightmare. i was outside of my house when i hear and see this huge 757 boeing aircraft up in smoke and flames crashing down not far away from our house. it crashed and exploded into flames. suddenly, all the houses around us were also in an inferno. i rushed in the house only to see everyone still asleep. i tried to wake them up saying there was an airplane crash but no one believed me. soon, inside the house was on fire and i started to burn. so i left the house and let my family sleep.

the 2nd night's dream was way better. it was about avril. she was missing and no one knew where she was. i had a suspicion that she was captured by some asian mafia so i went to investigate. it turns out that she was captured by the neighbors across my street. yea stupid asians. they wanted a ransom for her exchange. i forgot how much money i gave them but i handed them a briefcase of money and they opened the garage. she was imprisoned in some cylindrical tent and she crawled out. knowing her bad attitude, it seemed like she was angry that it took so long for me to rescue her. then after she was happy and we became good friends.

i had 2 dreams, one was good the other was bad.

the first one was a pretty horriffic nightmare. i was outside of my house when i hear and see this huge 757 boeing aircraft up in smoke and flames crashing down not far away from our house. it crashed and exploded into flames. suddenly, all the houses around us were also in an inferno. i rushed in the house only to see everyone still asleep. i tried to wake them up saying there was an airplane crash but no one believed me. soon, inside the house was on fire and i started to burn. so i left the house and let my family sleep.

the 2nd night's dream was way better. it was about avril. she was missing and no one knew where she was. i had a suspicion that she was captured by some asian mafia so i went to investigate. it turns out that she was captured by the neighbors across my street. yea stupid asians. they wanted a ransom for her exchange. i forgot how much money i gave them but i handed them a briefcase of money and they opened the garage. she was imprisoned in some cylindrical tent and she crawled out. knowing her bad attitude, it seemed like she was angry that it took so long for me to rescue her. then after she was happy and we became good friends.

tonight was my third concert within a month's time. zwan, avril, and now aquabats. thanks to phillip and carrie, i was put on the guestlist and couldve gotten VIP treatment if i knew how. oh well, the aquabats and i go way back. i started to listen to them back in 9th grade. now seeing them still wearing those tights leaves a tear to my eye. they are an incredible band with creative minds, and full of energy. to all the mothers and fathers out there, this band is totally G-rated and will do your child's body good. they promote healthy eating and warding off the evil. for a little background, the aquabats are a ska-band thematic of super heros. the show would have intermissions and actors in costumes portraying evil would get into a "play fight" with the aquabats. a young couple was called onto stage after being squirted by "poisous juice" by the evil mummies. The bat commander (lead singer) announced they must be given the antidote before turning into mummies themselves. so the bat commander goes backstage and brings out the antidote which was milk. so the young couple sat in buckets and were drenched with milk. haha i felt sorry for them, but they got their 15 seconds of fame. after the show, the place turned into an asian GAY club called "red dragon", 2 of the worse combinations i can think of. what is more worse than seeing gay asian male FOBs wearing sleeveless, muscle shirts and having streaked hair.

after the show, we headed deeper into hollywood and stopped at the hustler store once again. i had to pickup some stuff and jesson, like always, impulsively buys stuff. i wish i was like that. there were some good looking plastic enhanced women in there besides the unliving plastic women already in there. there we met up with big dog and phillip and headed to pinks. on the way, i supposedly made an illegal right turn on red in front of pedestrians and jesson recalls that sirens went off on a cop car. i heard it but i didnt see it coming my way. i continued driving, never having in mind a 5.0 was following me. this is the 5th time i have evaded cops and kept my perfect driving record. at pinks, i ate the spicy polish dog even after suffering a major, permanent cornholio burn last week. those things are filled with red peppers embedded in the dogg, but you have to order a spicy polish dog, because its the only thing that is worth it at pinks. i wont be looking forward to tomorrow's due time at the crapper.