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| "How come you're you not playing in the P.A.A.D. league?"
On a serious note, tomorrow I will be getting cut up (ACL reconstruction surgery.) For those of you who don't know what the ACL is..here is a picture of a knee.
There are two differences between that knee and mine. 1) My leg is definitely tanner than than Bart Simpsons leg up there.
2) My anterior cruciate ligament is torn (Hence the Natalie Imbruglia song. Dear Natalie was talking about something deeper than a torn knee ligament I know, but this song is $$$ so enjoy. Natalie Imbruglia is an OG of the Vanessa Carlton/Michelle Branch genre.)
This is all thanks to a fat kid that decided to take me out after I stole the ball from him in March, during a intramural basketball game at UD..of all games! I actually would've been more pissed but I didn't realize anything was wrong with my knee until I got an MRI done. Yo technology is crazy though I got to watch CNN through these television goggles while getting an MRI. Then when I went to the lab to get knee testing done, they put me on this high tech computer device that sent electric shocks through leg muscles...got me feelin' like Pikachu when he beat Onyx for the Pewter City gym badge. The good news is, I have an excellent surgeon that works closely with the Physical Therapy faculty for UD sports teams and he says I will be making a full recovery and be able to play ball/do pilates again. The bad news is, it's gonna take many months and dragonball Z type training to get back to where I was pre fat kid.
Quite frankly, life without basketball has been tough since I used to consider the sport to be my psychiatrist. Nothing like running 5's to lift your mood or get your mind off school/work/the guy that didn't say "thank you" even though you waited and held the door for him. No need to get emo though, I've learned to make the most my situation and picked up on a few skills/hobbies; Playing guitar, reading, e-stalking, liger/platypus drawing skills, getting more involved in the Filipino community...not to toot my own horn (Shh, did you hear that?..TOOT TOOT!) but I drum for KAIGIBAN..the local youth Filipino band. We'll see what other skills this summer brings.
Hope everyone's verano is going well and prayers for a successful surgery would be very much appreciated.
I'm out like....me after getting the anesthesia business tomorrow.
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| What's Your Fetish???
It has come to my attention that everyone has a fetish...and by "come to my attention" I mean I just convinced myself that everyone has his/her own respective fetish(s). In this sense, fetish doesn't have to mean some derogatory term. To have a fetish doesn't imply you lick toes or do the handcuff thangg (But if you do, that's kinda weird..what are you doing on Xanga anyway? If I had a daughter I wouldn't let her have a myspace because of people like you. I hope Dateline: How to Catch a Predator exposes you and your toe licking self.)
I prefer to think of "fetishes" as merely a preference or fixation/fijacion (No Shakira joke intended..sike ok it was intended). Or to take it even further, I see the characteristics that I consider "fetishy" as simply a bonus, something extra per se...like in Super Mario when the he puts on the white overalls and shoots convenient balls of fire out of his hands. I'm sure Princess Toadstool would elope to Mushroom Kingdom without the fireballs but ya know...it doesn't hurt to have them.
So without further adieu...here are my two "fetishes", or "feti" I don't know what the plural is.
FETISH #1
HOOP EARRINGS!!!!
You don't have to have your name inscribed in the hoop...because quite frankly only j.lo can pull that off. However, you can go with the standard gold hoops. General rule of thumb..the bigger the hoops the better...just don't overdose on hoop size or else you'll start lookin like you're from some Ethiopian tribe. Another bonus would be a gold necklace with your name in cursive lettering but I think I grew out of that.
FETISH #2
BANGS!!!
<William Hung>SHE BANGS SHE BANGS</William Hung> Something about stylish bangs make me hyperventilate. "Stylish" is key though...Stylish Bangs:Me hyperventilating::Bowl Cut Bangs:Me punching a baby. I can't tell you why..I just find them quite grown and sexy. If you were wondering who this classy woman is, it is Briana Hicks of 8th and Ocean...her and laughing at Vinci's antics are the only I reasons watch.
See that wasn't that bad? I just think the term fetish has a negative connotation to it...or maybe I'm just changing it's definition. Either way, I hope my display of fetish's made you wonder what yours are...just as long as it's not licking toes or your into like, sailor moon drawings.
I'm out like gold necklaces w/ your name in cursive charms.
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| Ever wonder if you're living in the wrong city?
I was just e-stalkin through the usual sites today: facebook, myspace, 10yearolds.com...sike sike, and then went to see what was yung joc "goin down" in the xanga community. So when I went to type my url in I accidently typed: http://www.xanga.com/jgus.
Apparently there's a mexican version of me out there. So this kinda got me thinking...what if I grew up in Mexico? There's no question I would be different...but how different would I be? Would I have the same personality with some "latin flava"?? WOULD MY HIPS LIE?!?!
Who knows? I can say however, that Delaware brought me up well...and by "well" that means I'm not psycho or on crack. So in that sense, I don't think any of us grew up in the wrong city. PERO, (that's Mexican Justin talking), now that we're all older it would be logical to ask, "Am I still in the right city?" which is a more difficult question. Personally, as much as I love DE (BLUE ROCKS 4 LyFe!!) I can definitely see myself in couple different places, here are some I thought of:
1) Bay Area, CA
**San Francisco's CCSA doin it real big**
Pros: Weather! aka rainbows and butterflies all year long, Fam rolls deep there and there's enough asians that I can still get asked "Are you two related?", not to mention plenty of actuary jobs. (Thank you, fault line haha)
Cons: Besides no Grand East Buffet, I can't think of one yet.
2) New York
**ESAU nyc chapter...since when did the "OK" hand sign become the new fob pose?**
Pros: There's no better place for my career (Actuary/batman by night), most of you have been to NYC or at least watch Sex In the City, so you know what you like about it.
Cons: New York could be quite stressful.
3) London
It's not just a hoop dream but a serious consideration,
pros: 1) When I visited I became fascinated by their classy street/area names: Piccadilly Circus/Kensington Square/ Paddington St., 2) It's different from the US but not so different that I start putting plates in my ears and piercing my nose (anyone see that show on discovery channel "going tribal?"), 3) learning finance in London = an edge that I can brag about at cocktail parties.
cons: Unfortunately I don't know anyone there, so I would have join the big brother program and kidnap a kid to take with me, or buy a new hermit crab (R.I.P. Funnycide), NOT TO MENTION: Definitely no Grand East Buffet.
Now I'm not inferring that Delaware isn't in the picture; Christiana Mall will always be in my heart. These places I mentioned are more likely places I would consider living in for an extended period of time (years?), but not necessarily lay down the Justin Raoul Tanjuakio dynasty. Which brings me to another point...the only way to find out the right place for you is to travel and see what other places have that Delaware can't offer. I promise on passing up on the next pair of fly kicks that drop, and am saving $$$ to see for myself.
haha MOBILE, ALABAMA: If you lived here, you'd be home by now.
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| Women mature faster than men?
This question has been brought up a couple times in the past and to shed some light: Si senor, I think they do. Haha I'm not even talking about the 8th grade Sex Ed. video...sayin that fallopian tubes start grindin out eggs wayy before boys can see their arm pit hair growing but only under certain light...however that may be a factor. I'm speaking more in terms of women/men relationship wise. Don't worry this isn't gonna turn Oprah in 3 seconds. All I'm saying is that I've noticed that females in the 20 years range give or take two years tend to know what they want..more often than not, a relationship with the possibility of becoming something long-term. On the other hand, ask a guy within the same range if he would like a serious relationship, he is likely to respond with a stone face.
**Olmec from legends of the hidden temple after thinking about havin a baby momma**
The reluctance for a guy to be in a "serious" relationship is in my opinion, due to him not being ready for one. Keep in mind when I say "serious" I'm talking about not just dating someone so you can change your facebook status..but that the person you're dating has potential to actually be long term material. Maybe it's because he's afraid it may end poorly...I mean look how those emo people turn out haha. My guess is that around age 23-24 guys start thinking they need to step their meaningful relationship game up to another level...AKA unless you're snoop dogg you can't mack (or say you're mackin but in reality myspace mackin) forever. Their female counterparts are at this dragon ball Z super sayan level usually before guys, so in that case, yeah females mature faster.
Remember that this is a general observation and their are many many exceptions, take the girls off laguna beach for example...they're pretty st00pid. I too am an exception in a couple ways. Collectively however, I think it comes down to women knowing what they want before guys know. Maybe that's why some women go for older men..Chill TomKat:
HAHA...Tom is bout to get swallowed. Don't worry it's nothing excersise and a healthy diet can't cure.
Even 16 year old Christina Aguilera knows what she wants:
But we all know how that turned out:
Google the full size and peep the nipple ring. (shakes my head)
QUICK UNRELATED JOKE: WHAT DO YOU CALL A BLIND DINOSAUR?
...Didyouthinkhesaurus...LOL.
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