BANG BANG! Beautiful Dirty Rich

Beautiful,dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty beautiful
dirty rich dirty dirty rich dirty dirty rich beautiful

We got a redlight, pornographic,the dance fight,systematic,
Honey but we got no money

Our hair is perfect, while were all getting shit wrecked,
It's automatic, honey but we got no money

Daddy im so sorry, im so s-s-sorry yeah, we just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah,

Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang Bang , we're beautiful and dirty rich

We live a cute life, soundfematic, pants tight-ter than plastic
Honey but we got no money

We do the dance right, we have go it made like icecream toped with honey
But we got no money

Daddy im so sorry, im so s-s-sorry yeah, we just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah

Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang Bang , we're beautiful and dirty rich

A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich
A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich

The Call

-Hello George.
Hey gorgeous, you havin a good time?
-Not particulary but I did what I came here to do.
What? you split them up?
-No, I said goodbye.
Good girl. I'm proud of you... It must disturb you, the dancing?
-I have big plans for dancing, just give me.. maybe 30-35 mins.
Oh the misery, the excuisite tragedy. I can picture you there sitting alone @ the table.. in you lavender gown...
-Did I tell you my gown was lavender?
..hair swept up, haven't touched your cake, nails drumming on the tablecloth like you do when you're upset. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking "God, I should've stopped all my evil plotting to have tht manicure"..
-George.. I didn't tell you my gown was lavender.

Suddenly a familiar song (8)..

..then you're off your chair in one swift movement, wondering, searching, sniffing the wind. Has God answered your little prayer? will Cinderella dance again?
and then suddenly the crowds part.. and there he is.
Sleek, stylish, radiant with charisma.
Bizarly he's on the phone.
But then.. so are you.. and he comes towards you, moves of a jungle cat.
You think- what the hell. Maybe there will be marriage. Maybe there will be sex.
But by God there WILL be dancing!

Sober-

Love this video.

I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning
cause im the only one you know in the world that won't be home.

Ah the sun is blindin. I stayed up again.
Oh I am findin. Thats not the way I want my story to end.

I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me
But why do I feel the party's over?
No pain inside, you're my protection
But how do I feel this good sober?

I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me cuz it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
Cause I won't remeber, save your breath
Cause whats the use?

Ah, the night is callin
and it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
But I, I am fallin
And if I let myself go I'm the only one to blame.

I'm safe up high...

Subway Parody

Evrytn's Gunna be Aight..
he sings while playing his guitar.
She looks at him and smiles.. how does he know that?
He smiles back- those words repeated in a mellow tone.
It's funny, she thinks..
his feet.. he has no shoes on, just socks that hit a xylophone toy.
lol in her mind.. but serious to him.
His sound is so good, so different, so pure.
He must be right. Everything will be alright.

She's not getting that glove back.
Spoof on her.. she's been cheated.
How did a walk so short turn into a losing game?
The worst feeling is starring the enemy in the eye..
witnessing their wrong against you.
She took that glove.. took it away from you..
metres from where it first landed on the floor.
It now lies in her buggy. You can't get it back but do you dare get it back?
Will its loss affect you or her? Her life, her feeling may have gotten better.
The glove, her gain, travelling in different places- keeping her warm;
if not out then inside of her.

He stands alone.
Expresses to people rushing by, the only thing he knows best.
His instrument, native to his people, native to his land, native to his heart.
His eyes, blind to the world's colours, do not capture the people moving past him.
He hears them, while singing his song, rushing about, hustling to catch the train.
Emotionless, cold, late.
But do they notice him? Are they ignorant of his pretty sound?
He is confined to the lines on the floor. That box- his sacred ground.
His living- deemed as another vendor; but what does he have to share?
Slow down people, breathe, relax, feed your inner conscious with passion.

Time.
Chasing us like a curse.. chasing those who do not slow down.
Everything is timed; minutes, hours, days, months, years.
A ritual. The train. The school schedule. The route.
Chasing us, changing us to beings without heart.
Nearly run over a cat 2day. Effin cats sitting in mid road.
Spurred on the side walk- can't slow down I said.. lateness is not a virtue.
The world turns in time. The universe focuses in on you.
Slow down, you, it says.
Let time catch up.
Although we try. We can not fool it.

Go Preach..

I think a certain someone..
who goes to York U...
and loves what he does..
should go to school.

And I mean go to a lecture hall- not the library, not the York apartments he works at..
but he should get some ppl, get a pointer stick.. and conduct a lecture. I know this someone can do it cuz he has great leadership skills, charm, and confidence. DONE! -

Boo, wake up!

This strike is bull shit. You're paying for an education not a right to sit on your ass n do nothing (that includes waiting for the next xbox game to come out :@).

Love you

Womanizer

I don't know where I've been.
But this song is fierce. I love it-- love the words and Britney in this vid.
Her voice sounds really good -- like she's finally being herself not some ditz.
Props to you girl!

Scissor Sisters... Let it Sink In

After 3 rounds of pitchers and two shots of tequila, I think I finally understand what it feels like to be "colourful". All jokes aside, I've never imagined myself in that world b/c I've never been exposed to (or met) people so passionate about their sexuality. Well, maybe I over exagerate- cuz I do know some ppl proud of their sex haha.. but they're all straight. Aneways, I'm gunna spice up this blog post a lil bit and tell a story about four ppl- Sushi, Sashimi, Tea, and Richard- who just happened to experience the unexpected.

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She swinged her long blonde hair away from her face as she continued to mouth the words of her favourite song. She began to tease the crowd with her long fake eyelashes as they watched quietly, taking in her every move. Little did they know how nervous she was and how sensitive she was to the words of others. But it didn't matter tonight. Not tonight, when she had this opportunity to finally express who she really was. She aggressively grabbed a chair from a nearby table, threw herself forward onto it, and slowly touched her body. Her legs, strong, looked good with her black platform boots and short black mini skirt. Everything about her gave away who she really was. But she didn't care. She continued to caress herself, an attempt to seduce the audience, using their attention to empower herself.

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Once upon a rainy day in November, a random urge of excitement filled four very different people. Each and every one of them was open with their sexuality which was uniquely shaped by their past experiences. But on this day they were quite similar> maybe it was the drive for beer.. maybe it was the need to open up after a long, dull lecture.. but nevertheless they met up, got loose, and surprisingly shared with eachother things that were left anonymously at that table in that particular pub.

Sushi and Sashimi have a long history together. Through good times and bad times, straight times and slightly gay times.. they always stick together. Never is a moment dull and never is a day empty when they are with eachother. Sushi, a cute and sophisticated fellow, always had a great sence of style. On this day, he teased everyone at the pub with his long hair tied up, revealing ever so slightly his perfect skin> complexion. His dress shirt, buttoned properly to the top, worked incredibly well with his Gucci/Dolce glasses from under which he observed the dance floor. His character calm, collected, yet wild and mysterious.
Sashimi, always open and adventurous, had a bad-ass smokey reputation. His hair short, accenting his perfect facial features, was complemented by the dark, tight, and very revealing shirt he was wearing. The owner of hundreds of shoes; he chose special dancing flats that he matched perfectly with his socks especially for that night :D. Sashimi: confident, handsome, and fearless yet sensitive, kind, and a lover at heart. Overall, the two were a balance of eachother.. the ying and the yang.

On the other side of the table was Tea, a very bright and charming girl. Unfortunately her cute smile and bright eyes belonged to a special someone who appeared and disappeared as Tea dictated. Special was their relationship because it was out of this world, something very unlikely but highly addictive. Tea carried her lover everywhere she went- to school, to work- a challenging relationship of which Tea was clearly in charge. In short, Tea held the whip-- whatchaaa!-- and took no BS from anyone.

Constantly in motion and seeking excitement.. yet the most gullable person out that night was Richard. Richard, who has a very open personality has one default- which he openly shared with everyone at that table that night. Although he has thighs of thunder and a bum to die for- they will never be put into good use because of his blind vagina. Nevertheless, Richard danced and paraded around the dance floor like a champ.. catching and trapping his prey with his pink fluffy scarf.

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It all started at about 21:00 hours. The dance floor was clear, the colourful decorations were up; an innocent setting for a perfect, quiet party. After being tricked by Sushi and Sashimi into another shot, Richard sprung from his feet and took a spin around the dance floor. It was safe- they had the whole florr to themselves. So all four made their way to the dance floor and took advantage of the hott beats that were playing by DJ Princess. All was good, the DJ was jammin, and the four tapped their feet n shook all they had.. until.. the scissor sisters walked in. Three tall, handsome, bodacious babes.. made their way to a table on the side of the dance floor. Their heavily painted eyes were observing the Fab 4's every moves.. possibly stealing Sushi's dance moves.. and possibly eyeing down Tea's figure. The four felt a bit threatened and made their way back to their table. They talked it out, consulted the possibilities, and figured out their next move. Richard and Sashimi were semi- attracted to these three and were determined on chopping them before the night was over ;). The four settled on a new plan which was to order a few more drinks- sour apple, tequi, sunrise, and cesar- and rock out some new dance moves without giving much attention to the three nemices. This worked for some time... BUT
to their surprise.. the three drag queens outdid all of them. They each grabbed the mic, and performed solo acts on the little stage beside the DJ. It was over. The fab four were fighting a war that they could not possibly win.

The first performer, a tall woman with tall black boots and a short black, shiny dress rocked to a song by Katy Perry. The crowd went wild as she swung her hips about, kicked her legs, and tossed her hair from side to side. Sushi and Sashimi were appauled.. which the queen instantly picked up. She approached them, pointed at them.. and said into the microphone "scissor sisters.. think about it.. let it sink".

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To be continued... maybe lol

there is more to write but I'll end here for tonight- short stories take too much effort lol =P

Today is...

... a day devoted to cleaning le room *sigh.
It has to get done b4 nexx weeks cram period =)

CLICK on the title of this blog to hear more haha
(I'm bad with technology- its my first time sound recording- so its huge in size)


Oh man this cracks me up everytime! i'm such a loser =D

Sorry Santa

I thought I solved my thesis project problem.. but it turns out Santa Claus wasn't good enough. lol.

When I was volunteering today, one of the patients I was working with knocked over a Santa Claus figure. The patient, with a severe case of dementia, was crying and arguing when I tried to convince her to walk with me. Dementia produces hallucinations- and in her case, she was claiming the devil comes to her room and beats her at night =S. UUUmmm so she didn't want to walk cuz she was hurt very badly; I did manage to convince her that I was the good guy-- but she still refused to walk.

Aneways.. as I lifted this figure up, I couldn't help but notice that its body was made of a plastic cone! I have been having a bit of trouble recently looking for plastic cones. I need about 30 of them for my experiment. The real lab duty cones, "imhoff cones", are about 30-40$ each.. which is waayy out of my budget. So I thought I'd try out this Santa Claus cone- its plastic, looked pretty sturdy..

So here I am all smiles.. all nerdy, walking downtown with Santa Claus in my arms =) Turns out it was a bad idea.. but my prof gave me credit for trying haha. I did manage to put a few smiles on ppls faces.. but then I got some pretty weird ones on the subway.. so I started petting Santa and touching his beard haha. O man they probably thought I was.. loco!

On a happy note... this weekend looks pretty chills again =) I hope to put on my dancing shoes and relieve some tension n stress.
To answer an interesting yet offensive comment- I know what I want and I'm not letting anything stand in my way- I'm sorry if its not liked and if it comes out the wrong way. In other words there's a line btwn school n being "cool" haha =)
(neways, I doubt this blog is read by that individual so he'll just have to live with it and I'll keep this apology to myself for now =P)

**Oops :$

A Man's World

Song from Seal's New Album:



This is a man's world. This is a man's world.
But it would mean nothing without a woman or a girl.

You see man made the cars, to take us over the road.
Man made the trains, to carry the heavy load.
Man made the electric light, to take us out of the dark.
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark.

This is a man's man's man's world.
But it would mean nothing, nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl.

Man thinks about a little baby girl and a baby boy,
Man makes them happy, 'cause man makes them toys.
And after mans made everything, everything he can,
You know that man makes that money, to buy from another man.

This is a man's world, but it wouldnt mean nothing, not one little thing
without a woman or a girl.

He's lost in the wilderness
lost in the bitterness
He's lost, lost somewhere

The world would be nothing without a woman.

Back in Black

What an effin amazing weekend!!

The Social on Friday nights is hott hott hott. They bust out 80's/90's rock/ hip hop its pretty jamming!

I got a chance to live the 80's! WOW freakin good times.. I murdered the dance floor!
(like i always do haha, no shame, no shame)

Saturday was sick tooo @ Madison's.. no dance floor tho (booo!) But i still busted out some country dancing to some country tunes haha.

Aneways, while there I learned one important thing:

1. Guys and girls can't be friends.. w/o that weird sexual tension :/

U gotta be CRYSTAL clear with the boys- i have a bf, i only like u as a frnd.. done. Once thats over n done with, let the fun times roll. You can't be a 'maybe', you can't be an 'oh yea btw i forgot..'.. that only gives 'em hope =\. Single men r like a pack of wolves.. **bad experience.

Thank You

Mood: Overjoyed!
The sun is out! The day is beautiful! What more does one need in life?

[ Yes I know it was only yesterday that I was tired, reckless, and losin my mind (lol).
But you'd be amazed what a good night's sleep can do!
Besides, I'm sure everyone has their bad days. Yesterday was definately mine].

So the source of my happiness is my volunteer work. I usually go after my 8 o'clock class in the morning..but I just couldn't get up @ 6:30 today. So I went directly from home to be there at 10am (I volunteer at a health care home). At this time I wait until the morning mass is over in the main lobby and then help the physiotherapist set up for some physio exercises that occur in a group setting. I must say there has been such a positive outcome of these group exercises! Elderly people come on wheel chairs, with their walkers, and even if they don't have any major physical problems (ofcourse to be involved in these exercises, a doctor's referal is needed). So the outcome has been very positive (since when we first started) of the amount of people that have begun to show up and the positive results that they are receiving (many people that have walkers have seen an improvement in weight bearing; their ability to stand up, and their muscles are getting stronger!)
As the physiotherapist was conducting the exercises (and of course I take mental notes..haha), I met a new member of the physio team. He's actually a recently graduated kinesiologist from York U. I was very excited to be working with him cuz I felt I could talk more easily with someone my own age. We assisted two patients (after the group exercises were over) who were more dependant on nursing care. It is just remarkable how much a persons life changes after a stroke or after a genetic illness. One of the patients, a brilliant man, one of Canada's greatest Doctor's.. he was close with Trudeau and John Paul II among the few known figures. Now, after stroke.. and bedridden, it is very difficult to communicate with him. Working with him, the positive feedback I received was from a firm grip of his hand- him not wanting to let go.
Many patients I meet are tough to understand when they are responsive because so often they mummble or rock, usually saying and communicating very little. Such was the case with a patient suffering from Huntington's Disease.

With one of the physio assistant's I have been assisting a patient with walking. The patient is very young..maybe 42.. who is in the late stages of Huntington's. Due to this, she is bedridden and because her muscles are constantly in motion, she has lost her sence of balance. When I first saw her I was shocked at how thin and how young she was. She is constantly burning calories because of the tremmbling and spasms she goes thorugh.

Earlier this year we began taking walks with her up and down the hallway; her small figure struggling with the steps she was taking. As we were walking, the phyio assistant would always talk to both me and her; about her illness, about her children. It is a very awkward situation to be in because it is difficult to interpret if the patient understands, if the patient minds.. or if she even wants to be walked with. The patient is a human being of course, but limited in her abilities to communicate. If she could talk what would she say? What would she want?
So today I told myself I wouldn't engage in a conversation that involved her illness, and her fragile state (it's kind of rude, don't u think? to be talking about someone when they're right there). Instead, I constantly focused on her steps, focused on her energy, and complemented her very often. Even the assistant noticed- we began telling the patient to straighten her back, straighten her legs, and appraised her when she did so. I honestly was so touched with how well she was doing. She was trying very hard, at her own slow tempo, to coordinate her steps and straighten her posture. We had to support her several times because she wobbled; but she was doing very well. In contrast, last week was the complete opposite. The patient could not walk straight, could not take her steps in sequence..right/left, right/left.. it was more right/right tummble/left. So you could imagine how happy it made me to see her doing so well. I told her we would be back again next week, at which she nodded her head!
After such success, I feel so rewarded! I think the whole physio team feels the progress everyone is making! I am so proud to be helping out in this way.

Take a step outside of yourself and realize the pain and problems other people are going though.
You'd be amazed at how health, which is usually ignored by us unless we are sick, is tremendously valued by these people.

Spreading the Love <3
Augie

Life in a Plastic Bag

I carry him on my finger.

I slant and stretch out my boots-
yet I wear them everyday.

I pass by beauty, unmoved today.

Stoned, brain frozen, defeated.

[Interference] Please stop talking before I lose my sanity.

I feel the same things, see the same way...
like you.

Irrelevant though, a neutral reaction.

Take all these feelings and thoughts.. tie em up tight, put 'em in a plastic bag.. tie it to a brick and please let it sink in a body of water.

That's my life atm.

Looking for happier days.