True life is lived not at moments of grand crisis but at countless ordinary and prosaic moments which human beings usually do not notice.

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wHo goEs TherE?!?

It was as if the woman had become addicted to melancholia as one becomes addicted to opium. Her sadness becomes her happiness. She wants to be a sacrificial victim. Where you and I flinch back, she leaps forward. She is possessed, you see. Dark indeed. Very dark.


My parents (names withheld for security purposes) didn't expect to have a devious angel to be added to their Children. I didn't exactly beg that I be born into this inhuman world. But I was, on the somber day of January 28, 1985 and then I was christened Jasmin Ubalde a.k.a gaL, tookie, wakoT. Noone knows that I’m just waiting for the right time to spread evil, calamity, misfortune, bad luck, malevolence but since now that you know, you’ll have to suffer my wrath! You shall DIE! –hik- I while away my time reading novels e.g., thriller, fantasy, detective novels... I'd rather read a good book, thrash with my friends, stuff myself with edible entities ( e.g., human brains and intestines), pick my nose, talk to the girl in the mirror, perform extremely harmful hyperactive incantations, than to waste time makig-chika with typical pitiable girls and typical low intelligence quotient guys (an exception to my girl friends and boy friends), I surf the net, with my latest acquired skim board (when money's attracted to me), make love with the guitar, french-kiss with MUSIC, and touch myself with my pen and paper. I'm a sadomasochist and I like life on the high. I admire people who humble themselves. I easily get annoyed with people who can't take a hint. I have the aspiration to become a potentate of this sorry-assed World. Mind you, I have already started my campaign within the English Department, in 6years time; the world will be crawling with green-minded freaks! Bwa ha ha! FEED YOURSELVES TO MY ASKAL-BREED DOGS!!

I'm your ENEMY, save your SANITY, protect yourself, be what YOU want to be!

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2005.06.16
A Funeral Unattended


 6th of June 2005, I laid in my deathbed.

Posted at 6/16/2005 6:56:56 pm by shiTemUp
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2005.03.31
it's not helping

hello.. am a dead man walkin.. well girl.. but heck.

Posted at 3/31/2005 7:55:20 pm by shiTemUp
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2005.01.06
goes out to everyone...


 What do you expect to happen this new year 2005? DO you expect to be mesmerized by the unending misfortunes of this planet? But I guess it's not new to anyone anymore. Life simply sucks for some. hahai. I have a few new year's resolution in my mind, want me to write them down? here goes, First.. I'd really love to behave..as in stop fooling around with people not to be fooled with. Second, change..for the better. Third, go easy on the booze, as if I drink too much..well, just to be safe anyway. Fourth, have myself a meanigful life with my boyfriend...Taten, I love you. I know we've had a lot of misunderstandings this year but it's cool. hehe. I'm sorry for everything foolish I've done to you...I shouldn't have messed around in the first place. People, I'd like you to keep a mental note : Be patient...in everything you do, everywhere you go, everyone you meet. Thank you, that would be all for tonight. I swear, I'll be a good girl this year, even graduate, see? HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

Posted at 1/6/2005 10:15:29 am by shiTemUp
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2004.12.17
Christmas break na naman! whoopee!


 Jeez...parang kelan lang na nagXmas..Xmas na nman..hehe. All I know is that I'm never going to expect for any presents to
surprise me this Christmas Day...mahirap na madisappoint. Disappointed pa namn ako palagi. Ganyan nga talaga buhay. Birthday namin ni Taten..Dec16. We're 1yr and 4mos. old now. hahai. Tatagal ba to? Hindi na nga kami palaging nagkikita..isa pa, my fuckin fone's fuckin dead. sira po. bow. Wala me magawa. Wala me pera pra ipa-repair un. Pag-uwi ko nlang eh hihiram ako ng fon sa mga kapamilya ko. tee hee. So pano kmi magcommunicate niyan? Ayoko ko nman palaging nkiki-insert na lang. Ndi makapal tong mukhang to. hehe. sometimes.

 Mauy princess on the loose! mwahahaha! hehe. Ingat kau lahat!

 Merry Xmas and have a Happy New Year!

Posted at 12/17/2004 3:55:56 am by shiTemUp
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2004.12.05
RAP LYRICS TRANSLATED


This paper was turned in by an Oakland High school student who received the highest honors at the school district’s Ebonics translation competition.

 

Assignment: Please translate the following Rap song lyrics from Ebonics to standard English.

Artist: Notorious B.I.G.

Album: Ready to Die

Song: One more chance (remix)


Lyrics:

First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys

Dummies - playboy bunnies, those wantin’ money

Those the ones I like ‘cause they don’t get nathan’

But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation

Garbage, I turn like doorknobs

Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever

However, I stay coochied down to the socks

Rings and watch filled with rocks

 

TRANSLATION:

As a general rule, I perform deviant sexual acts with women of all kinds, including but not limited to those with limited intellect, nude magazine models, and prostitutes. I particularly enjoy sexual encounters with the latter group as they are generally disappointed in the fact that they only receive penile intercourse and nothing more, unless of course, they douche on a consistent basis. Although I am extremely unattractive, I am able to engage in these types of sexual acts with some regularity. Perhaps my sexuality is somehow related to my fancy and expensive jewelry.

 

 

Lyrics:

And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi

Girls pee pee when they see me, Nava-hoes creep me in they tee pee

As I lay down laws like I lay carpet

Stop it - if you think your gonna make a profit

 

TRANSLATION:

I enjoy playing my music loudly on my car stereo. Apparently, women enjoy this also because they become sexually aroused when they see me driving. Oddly enough, when I visit the Native American reservations, some of the more sexually promiscuous Indian women attempt to seduce me in their homes. Their intent is to divest me of my earnings. Such actions are unacceptable.

 

 

Lyrics:

Don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns - get it

Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it

In two as I flow with the Junior Mafia

I don’t know what the hell’s stoppin’ ya

I’m clockin’ ya - Versace shades watchin’ ya

Once ya grin, I’m in game, begin

 

TRANSLATION:

Understand this fact: you can have neither my money, nor my weapons. I suggest that you inform your peers that we engaged in violent sexual acts. Currently, I am rapping with my associates, the Junior Mafia. I’m having some difficulty understanding why you refuse to approach me. I am attempting to make eye contact with you through my expensive glasses, and as soon as you respond with a smile, I will approach you.

 

 

Lyrics:

First I talk about how I dress and this

And diamond necklaces - stretch Lexuses

The sex is just immaculate from the back I get

Deeper and deeper - help ya reach the

Climax that your man can’t make

Call and tell him you’ll be home real late

Let’s sing the break

 

TRANSLATION:

I prefer to open the conversation with light banter about my wardrobe and jewelry, then I like to discuss my collection of expensive cars. This is more than enough to convince you to have sexual intercourse with me. I am able to insert my penis further into you when I enter you from behind. Furthermore, you will be able to reach orgasm. I understand this to be a problem with your current sexual partner. He needn’t be concerned about your whereabouts. Please phone him and inform him that you won’t be home for a while. By the way, please sing the chorus of the song for me also.

 

 

Lyrics:

She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long

Thought he worked his until I handled my biz

There I is - major pain like Damon Wayans

Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan

Schemin’ - don’t bring your girl ‘round me

True player for real, ask Puff Daddy

 

TRANSLATION:

Your current love interest no longer wishes to hear your fabrications about the length of your member. After I had sexual intercourse with your woman, she became enlightened as to the proper way it is supposed to be performed; violently and immorally. It would be in your best interest to keep your woman away from me as my sexual prowess is very strong. If you are unconvinced, ask Puff Daddy.

 

 

Lyrics:

You - ringin’ bells with bags from Chanel

Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel

Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell

She beeped me, meet me at twelve

 

TRANSLATION:

Despite the fact that you attempted to win her at her doorstep with bags full of expensive clothes and a car (the lower end model Mercedes Benz which you financed by signing over your current vehicle) containing an expensive stereo and a cellular phone, your woman has contacted me through my pager indicating that we should rendezvous at midnight.

 

 

Lyrics:

Where you at? Flippin’ jobs, playin’ car notes?

While I’m swimmin’ in ya women like the breast stroke

Right stroke, left stroke what’s the best stroke

Death stroke - tongue all down her throat

Nuthin’ left to do but send her home to you

I’m through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

 

TRANSLATION:

You, on the other hand, jump from job to job, barely able to maintain payments on the Mercedes Benz you purchased for your woman. Meanwhile, I continue to engage in sexual intercourse and commit lewd osculatory acts with your women. My only remaining option is to request that she leave my home and return to you because I have reached orgasm and no longer have a need for her presence.

 

 

Lyrics:

So, what’s it gonna be? Him or me?

We can cruise the world with pearls

Gator boots for girls

The envy of all women, crushed linen

Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ‘em

The finest women I love with a passion

Ya man’s a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin’

 

TRANSLATION:

The ultimate decision rests with you. Whom do you choose as your sexual partner. I can take you on cruises around the world. I will dress you in the finest jewelry and footwear. You will be envied by women worldwide in your fine clothes and jewelry. There is a special place in my heart for beautiful women. I will defeat your man in an altercation because he is effeminate.

 

 

Lyrics:

High fashion - flyin’ into all states.

Sexin’ me while your man masturbates.

Isn’t this great? Your flight leaves at eight.

Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds.

Lyrically I’m supposed to represent.

I’m not only the client, I’m the player president

 

TRANSLATION:

You will be dressed in finest clothes on the runways of Paris. I will fly you to every state to shop for fine clothes and jewelry. You will enjoy sexual intercourse with me and your man will be forced to pleasure himself through manual stimulation. What a life! I’ll return you to LaGuardia in time to catch your 8 o’clock flight. The timing is perfect because I have scheduled a date with a second woman who arrives at the same gate at 9 o’clock. I’ll seduce her in the same way that I seduced you. I rap well and I am a positive reflection of my home town. Not only am I a sexually deviant, misogynistic, immoral, wealthy, male prostitute, but I also sit on the board of directors of the organization that governs others of my kind.


Posted at 12/5/2004 7:42:16 pm by shiTemUp
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2004.11.25
Karen Karen Karen MOK




Karen Mok from SO CLOSE. She is soooo seeexxxyyy. grrr.

aaaahhh! save me!

stop me from drooling....

Posted at 11/25/2004 8:45:04 pm by shiTemUp
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2004.11.15
burn by USHER

I don't understand why
See it's burning me to hold onto this
I know this is something I gotta do
But that don't mean I want to
What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I just
I feel like this is coming to an end
And its better for me to
Let it go now than hold on and hurt you
I gotta let it burn

[Verse 1]
It's gonna burn for me to say this
But it's comin from my heart
It's been a long time coming
But we done been fell apart
Really wanna work this out
But I don't think you're gonna change
I do but you don't
Think it's best we go our separate ways
Tell me why I should stay in this relationship
When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby
Plus there's so many other things I gotta deal with
I think that you should let it burn

[Chorus]
When the feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to
But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to
Even though this might bruise you
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn

Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you
Hate the thought of her being with someone else
But you know that it's over
We knew it been through
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn

Sendin' pages I ain't supposed to
Got somebody here but I want you
Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself
Callin' her your name
Ladies tell me do you understand?
Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?
It's the way I feel
I know I made a mistake
Now it's too late
I know she ain't comin back
What I gotta do now
To get my shorty back
Ooo ooo ooo ooooh
Man I don't know what I'm gonna do
Without my booo
You've been gone for too long
It's been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours
Imma be burnin' till you return (let it burn)

[Chorus]

I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me
that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down
and cry (ooooh)
I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me
that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh
Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)
Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh

So many days, so many hours
I'm still burnin' till you return

[Chorus]


>>>>wha hehehe ehe... may lyrics na me ng BURn..hehe.

Posted at 11/15/2004 3:52:53 pm by shiTemUp
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