happy birthday to F'Dizl aka F-man1000 aka cas.flo aka floyd mother fucking castro!21 in this biiitch, we're only waiting a a few more people before we molest vegas - ya diiig!hecka fun/ny night yesterday. me, hollywood, and karp had to scoop birthday boy to bring him to his surprise party. we were running early on schedule ... or you could say .. the rest of the party was running on filipino time. so we had to kill an hour with f'dizl before we took him to the party. what's an easy way to kill time? get him effed off champagne and tequila - haha. after the surprise party at the hall .. we took the party back to the birthday boy's crib to do some predrinking before we hit the club ... for all of the readers, we go hard predrinking - which usually means we don't end up leaving the house haha. besides the heavy filipino drinking at the hall at the crib we cleaaaned:
a few 2 6's of vodka and rum, hecka beer, a 40 of vodka, a 40 of tequila. we go hard like pecks from a boflex biiiitch.
quote of the night from hollywood while doing rhymetime, " riiiiding in my lamborghini - sippin' on some bellinis"
my limited list of people that have touched my life has grown one member stronger. sena and david - my parents, these are some REAL hustlers. my sister ... ya i know darth vader ferris bueller
and the newest member to this league is .. drum roll please
david duchovny. and it's not because of his accomplishment on being on x-files
VANS SYNDICATE ERA 79 MAX SCHAAF these are hands down the sexiest/sickest pair of vans to date.
"Thick leather on toecap, raw canvas on side panels, and a thick juicy suede on the upper. Leather Lined with extra cushy innersole. Very designed oldschool workshop box with cotton bag and a pair of handles!! Clean design and well executed."
maybe a little bit pricer than the ballpark $50 pair of vans. these $160 pair is ill as fuck. ima just cop it and put it on display as deadstock. i repeat - sexy as fuck.
i refuse to believe that i'm sitting in my yesterday's outfit smelling like alcohol, black olives, and weed. so i'm in the mind set that i'm just repeating thursday november 6, 2008 one more time.
RTA for life bitches - every other program can suck it :)
i realized that i didn't really have a vase amount of biggie on "kenyetta" (my laptop). so what did i do? i "legally" downloaded his whole discography, over half a gig - daaang. time to load my ipod full of this brooklyn bad booooooy.
so yesterday's pubcrawl wasn't all that bad. the rule of thumb worked - if you're as shiza-faced as humanly possible it does not matter what club you are at haha. i can actually PROMISE you i was the only coloured dude on all 13 buses. i put some "2 cream 2 sugar in coffee" brown hue in that bitch. the only thing i can remember was cup spillin' patron in ranch, cause the bartender was reaching for some no-go cuervo and she was hypnotized by that leapord print and fed me that silver and gold for a good portion of the night. we started off as a team of over 10ish? then after a couple of casualities turned to 5ish then .... and i remember wakin up with pizza covered hands watching fresh prince 3 in the morning on that cali-cloud hahah
just another good halloween :) and merry christmas to gma ;)
it's me again. i'm back into that creative mood where i have a tidal wave of ideas and i don't know how to get them all out at once. i've been a hecka hermit lately, and it's given me ALOT of time to explore my brain - so i'm going to spit out alot of random shit in no order just to get my thoughts/ideas out.
i neglect to shave my head for now. i know i say i want to get dreads alot - but the reason is because my first shaver that i've been using religiously every week since grade 9 has died on me. i'm treating my new shaver like " i just found out you're really my adopted father " - i love the new shaver, but it's just not the same knowing that it isn't the real deal. RIP my dear friend 2001-2008.
clubbing is boring, playing the ukulele is exciting.
i'm jobless - yet my bank is sitting comfortably. but i feel lazy
short one fabiosa, gained one brother-in-law
i'm droppin c-bombs 2,586km away
bento boombox - monday's 7pm @ www.nr92.com haha
i'm back into the mode of the whole t-shirt making phase again.
some people wonder what happened to KDUB, nothing happened - we still here " illin' on lames since 1987 ". just cause we haven't put out anything publicly doesn't mean we ain't doing nothing. we just put the internet game on pause to focus on our grown man b.i
i refuse to get my junior high man boobs back.
life is good, family is healthy - i can't complain.
first of all - WOW. this movie is honestly up there with Ferris Bueller's Day off and Boyz N The Hood for my favorite movies. I know i've been a hermit lately, and so last night i frolicked and galavanted. did i go clubbing? naah. did i trip out on LSD and go to the zoo? maybe next week. but i was a badass and took time out of my studies, to head down to the theaters with kid-cali to watch Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist. son of a bitch that's a good movie. i swear it's like the directer (peter sollett) went in my brain and stole bits and pieces from my past present and future to make this film. after the movie we grabbed a bite to eat at fatburger and then popped some E and went to Y after hours. SIIKE, we went to my sisters crib and played wii w/ the newlyweds. what you know about bomberman 93 bitches? come eff with me :) i know i'm a rebel, but now it's back to the books. while i study i'm listening to the OST of nick and norah's, yea i'm a nerd i copped it after haha. dope movie, dope soundtrack. don't do dope before swimming - you can't hold your breath as long as you "think" you can.
what you know about sneaking a jar of nutella into the club?
so whew i just got home from our (LF, jen & vickyT's) new radio show - BENTO BOOMBOX! tune in every monday from 7 to 8pm to get a tummy full of music and gnarly conversations. i admit, i was uber nervous and had verbal dyslexia within the first minute of the show. i meant to say voice evaluation, not voice vagulation - my bad. thanks for everyone that tuned in! in the words of the hard working men serving the country, "BIG UPS! RESPECT! BRAAA BRAA!" by hard working men, i mean the random black guy in the washroom that sprays cologne on my package whispering, "get that pom-pom".
prior to tonight, the weekend that just passed was DD's birthday. we predrank at her crib before hitting up club malibu. haha, before we left her house though my braa marvo got into a pickle outside on DD's drive way with some punk. So he hollar'd at us to come out. i was pretty faded already and once i heard f'dizl yell, "FIGHT OUTSIDE!" for some reason the first thing i grabbed before running out was two baking sheets :) i'm pretty sure you can still fuck someone up with that. regardless to my weapon choices, the punk tucked his sack back and went to his car.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/193050105462858f/ i go by LF i dropped the kid i'm 21 now on my grown man biz celly bill is hella high international pros no roaming charges so local calls is a no go what it doo baby leave ya weezy baby like weezy f baby when i f ya baby and to my past f ya baby i respect ladies but this bitch is crazy humidifying i'm clearing the air now who wanna be the ms. to the man of the yearrr. i can manage you like i'm ari gold baby u sick - lemme catch a cold i see you smiling - i comprehend i see you smiling - ima apprehend now i could extend on what i intend but but imma leave it short and instead just let the cards fall where they descend holla @ him if u wanna boyfriend cause u listenin' to a manfriend
8:53am i wake up from the person beside me on the bus rustling her shit together as she gets off. why am i cold? i take a second to think about it as i take my backpack off my lap to secure a "no dirty hobo" buffer zone to the seat beside me. why is my backpack soaking? i finally get my shit together in my head. did i just piss myself? no. i unzip my backpack realizing that my water bottle had opened, filling my backpack of water destroying my hard earned 1 week of notes (haha).
i look down.
the genitalia region with a circumference of about a 6 inch radius all around drenched in what was water contained in my gnarly NAIT water bottle.
8:57am i panic.
9:00am i get off @ grant mac (i'm thinking i don't mind embarassing myself AS MUCH as i would at my own school) i run to the washroom and begin the drying process.
9:10am still wet
9:17 still wet and i realize that people are waiting to use the stall (p.s i'm in the handicapped one) and this whole time they haven't heard any dookie noises, just constant rubbing.
9:23 my pants are finally dry, the people are still outside. i pull a fake flush and act cool with my head high hahah.
hoooooooly SHIT! you lames can keep talkin' bout rihanna aka five-head (bigger than a forehead). my baby mama #172 Ciara covers the October cover of VIBE.
happy birthday to F'Dizl aka F-man1000 aka cas.flo aka floyd mother fucking castro! 21 in this biiitch, we're only waiting a a few more people before we molest vegas - ya diiig! hecka fun/ny night yesterday. me, hollywood, and karp had to scoop birthday boy to bring him to his surprise party. we were running early on schedule ... or you could say .. the rest of the party was running on filipino time. so we had to kill an hour with f'dizl before we took him to the party. what's an easy way to kill time? get him effed off champagne and tequila - haha.
