Speaking of dreams, I used to have a dream where this annoying Black kid named Aaron Williamson would pop up, and I tried to beat him senseless.
All he would do is laugh back at me.
This kid is one of the main reasons why I dropped out of school. I would've got deported out of Japan had I stayed in school, and beat the living shit out of this fucka for being such a wannabe G.
He was a semi popular kid, and the fucker always tried to diss me, because he thinks I'm wannabe Black.
Look at me bitch. Do I look wannabe Black to you? Wannabe Italian maybe, but Black? Not really.
I speak the way I do, because I'm street. That has nothing to do with being Black at all. (You just see more trailer/ghettoe trash Blacks which is why you see such a disproportionate amount of them speaking & acting improper.)
What I really hated about this Aaron Williamson mother fucker. Is how he always hijacked my shit. He acted like a girl. He would spread false rumours about me & everything.
One time he got so afraid of my influence, because his younger bro invited me to hang out with them, in their crew called the Hot boys.
(Though realistically only I, and his younger bro could truly be considered hot. The rest were just "okay" looking, or straight up ugly like that wannabe G I'm taking shit about.)
Speaking of which "Hot boys" Come on that has to be the gayest ass name for a crew. Fuck that shit, I'd name it Tits & Ass, because that's what I want.
I eventually lost all my rep with the American kids in Iwakuni, because this buster wouldn't stop talking shit about me, and I wouldn't do anything back.
I never did anything back to this bitch made mothafucka, because I couldn't.
Most kids had a hard time believing that I had to make a pact with the principal before she could accept me back into school.
I actually broke the pact the first day I came to school.
So she threatened to expel me for good if I got into one more fight.
Hell most kids had a hard time believing that I was actually a 18/19 yr. old being enrolled into the 9th grade.
(It should be obvious imo. I was the only kid in school who looked "experienced".)
Well fuck it, I could see that I went nowhere with this gayass post.
I'll just say that I had the laugh of my life when I was told that the Aaaron Williamson punk is actually a Whale fucker. *He screws fat bloated white chicks.*
I'm like shit, for a punkass bitch who fronts like he has some mad game. he sure as hell stoops low to get some booty, HAHAH HAHAH HAH!
You don't ever see that shit with me, because I normally attract pretty women. Sure I attract a lot of fat chicks, underaged girls, & freaks too.
The difference is that I don't ever get involved, or intimate with them.
My standards are too high.
Some people even made awful rumours about how I screwed some of these freaks.
Obviously false, because anybody who knows me would know that I'm not exactly a flirt.
Me making out with some random ugly bitch is one of the last things that I'd ever do.
If I had many opportunities to fuck some extremely hot ladies.
Yet I chose not to do a single thing with them.
Then obviously I wouldn't be desperate enough to bag a fat chick either.
It didn't matter to me, because I'd get the last laugh whenever some bitch they were crushing on would hit on me. Right in front of their faces, hah take that.
You're better off sucking on your own dick, fags.
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3/18/09
I've had it with these fuckin' Hamsters on a plane!
Since I randomly decided to start posting at this blog again.
I figure that I might as well repost several posts I've made at other blogs.
(I don't feel like taking the time to write some new posts for the time being. There's a lot I want to talk shit about, but so little time.)
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05 February 2009 @ 11:41 am
I've just noticed something about the dreams that I been having lately.
Most of them feature characters who are based off or look & act exactly like classmates I once had back in 7th grade & 8th grade.
Let me do a little role call of the fuckin' fools I keep seeing in my dreams.
7th grade (Caii)
Weird looking Puerto Rican chick with combed back hair, who's kinda hot
Hot Black chick with long curly hair. Possibly part Latina.
Blonde White chick geared up in Nike wind breakers.
8th grade (Vegas)
Big Irish dude I used to tag along with
Buzz cut White kid who's part Korean somewhere in his bloodline.
Fat checkoslovakian girl who was friends with the both of them. I tagged along with all three.
So this dream I just had today. (I didn't go to sleep until 6 in the morning, because I stayed up all night playing Nobunaga's Ambition.)
It basically started off with I hanging out with those White peepz listed in the 8th grade category. They were part of the alternative crowd. They were punks, rockers, whatever the hell they were. I don't care. I just know that I'm often grouped up with the alternative crowd. (Even the my style is overtly "gangsta" or "pimp".)
The moment I got into class. It seems that my teacher was actually an English teach I had the first time I went to 9th grade in Japan.
(I was forcibly dropped out the first time I attended 9th, and I dropped out again after I passed the 9th grade.)
I think the Teach's name was Ms. Wilson, or some shit. I don't give a fuck she was just a fat Black woman who all the kids seemed to like for some reason.
Well anyway I was sitting in the back along with the weird looking peurto rican chick, and Hot black girl with curly hair.
(I think I should add that I'm in these dreams as the person who I am now. That mothafucka you see in my LJ icon. I was classmates with these mothafuckas back when I still looked Chinkanese like this.)
They were doing some small talk with each other. I wasn't paying attention to what the fuck they were saying. It should be noted that both of them actually were friend's with each other in real life.
Ah wait a minute I just remembered that I was actually sitting a desk diagonally behind the White girl in Nike windbreakers, but then I decided to move to the back with the two hot chicks.
That white Nike girl was a short ass bitch, stuck up too. She kinda had that "classic" 50's look going on like Gwen Stefani, except you know Gwen's actually pretty. Gwen may have dabbled in hip hop, but at least she didn't dress the part.
Blah blah blah, long story short. The kids I knew during my 8th grade year decided to skip during class so I joined in.
(At the same time Kianna, The hot black girl was reading some shit for English class.)
Course since this is the me who I am now. I didn't exactly hang out with the 8th grade peeps who I once knew. Instead I cruised with them until we got out of campus, and then I split off on my own like the pure fucking badass I am. (or at least have been since the two times I enrolled into 9th grade.)
So what I do? Doing what I always do. Spying on mothafuckers gathering information & shit. Straight up reconnaissance bitch.
I was spying on the kids I ditched class with. Damn part-nah they were doing jack shit. I was like fuck, y'all call this fun?
I decided to go back to class where I saw the hot black chick crying, and her puerto rican friend trying to console her.
I walked up to them, and then pronounced a word that they were having trouble enunciating.
(Yeah, I know that's fucking racist, but I'm just recalling the dream as it happened.)
The hot black chick thanked me, and then she spoke to me as if we were down or some shit.
That's when I began to realize that this was a dream, because if I recall correctly. We never actually spoke to each other irl.
(Sounds like my story with most pretty chicks I had business with in my life.)
Kinda makes me wonder. Was this chick sorta attracted to me irl? It doesn't matter. I don't give a fuck.
The only part of the dream that I care about is at the end of it when that short ass Blonde White bitch dressed up like some G homie in her shitty ass nike wind breakers was all talking mad shit.
She was talking bullshit to a Black kid. Who I assume is supposed to be Chris from seasons 3 & 4 of Degrassi.
That Chris kid then moved to the back of the class where the hot Black & Puerto rican girls were chilling at.
I decided to playfully jump in the argument.
Then that Blonde bitch's attention turned toward me, and she started calling me a five yr. old.
I was like wtf? After having 5 or 6 dreams of this short ass bitch calling me a five yr. old I finally snapped, and I clocked the bitch.
I didn't slap her. I straight up punched her in the face. She kept talking shit when I punched her.
Shit was funny, because after all these dreams. I thought I was just hearing things, but it finally registered to me that some whore in a dream actually was calling me a five yr. old.
I retorted with "Who the hell are you calling a five yr. old. I'm the one who actually says something philosophical every now & then, and I'm also the guy people come to whenever they want advice. What the fuck do you do? You just bitch at everybody, you know what! fuck this shit!"
I then I punched her in the face, hah hah hah.
I then retorted "geah I know asians have a bad reputation for beating up women. (Especially Koreans.), but damn some bitches just need to get beat down, because they talk too much shit.
She kept saying that I wasn't even worth it. (In regards to her explaining wtf she means when she calls me a five yr. old.)
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I then woke up.............blah. What's funny is that nike girl actually was the bitch in real life. I always wanted to hit her, but I wasn't a bonafide badass yet. (I still cared about what others thought about me.)
I figure that I might as well repost several posts I've made at other blogs.
(I don't feel like taking the time to write some new posts for the time being. There's a lot I want to talk shit about, but so little time.)
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05 February 2009 @ 11:41 am
I've just noticed something about the dreams that I been having lately.
Most of them feature characters who are based off or look & act exactly like classmates I once had back in 7th grade & 8th grade.
Let me do a little role call of the fuckin' fools I keep seeing in my dreams.
7th grade (Caii)
Weird looking Puerto Rican chick with combed back hair, who's kinda hot
Hot Black chick with long curly hair. Possibly part Latina.
Blonde White chick geared up in Nike wind breakers.
8th grade (Vegas)
Big Irish dude I used to tag along with
Buzz cut White kid who's part Korean somewhere in his bloodline.
Fat checkoslovakian girl who was friends with the both of them. I tagged along with all three.
So this dream I just had today. (I didn't go to sleep until 6 in the morning, because I stayed up all night playing Nobunaga's Ambition.)
It basically started off with I hanging out with those White peepz listed in the 8th grade category. They were part of the alternative crowd. They were punks, rockers, whatever the hell they were. I don't care. I just know that I'm often grouped up with the alternative crowd. (Even the my style is overtly "gangsta" or "pimp".)
The moment I got into class. It seems that my teacher was actually an English teach I had the first time I went to 9th grade in Japan.
(I was forcibly dropped out the first time I attended 9th, and I dropped out again after I passed the 9th grade.)
I think the Teach's name was Ms. Wilson, or some shit. I don't give a fuck she was just a fat Black woman who all the kids seemed to like for some reason.
Well anyway I was sitting in the back along with the weird looking peurto rican chick, and Hot black girl with curly hair.
(I think I should add that I'm in these dreams as the person who I am now. That mothafucka you see in my LJ icon. I was classmates with these mothafuckas back when I still looked Chinkanese like this.)
They were doing some small talk with each other. I wasn't paying attention to what the fuck they were saying. It should be noted that both of them actually were friend's with each other in real life.
Ah wait a minute I just remembered that I was actually sitting a desk diagonally behind the White girl in Nike windbreakers, but then I decided to move to the back with the two hot chicks.
That white Nike girl was a short ass bitch, stuck up too. She kinda had that "classic" 50's look going on like Gwen Stefani, except you know Gwen's actually pretty. Gwen may have dabbled in hip hop, but at least she didn't dress the part.
Blah blah blah, long story short. The kids I knew during my 8th grade year decided to skip during class so I joined in.
(At the same time Kianna, The hot black girl was reading some shit for English class.)
Course since this is the me who I am now. I didn't exactly hang out with the 8th grade peeps who I once knew. Instead I cruised with them until we got out of campus, and then I split off on my own like the pure fucking badass I am. (or at least have been since the two times I enrolled into 9th grade.)
So what I do? Doing what I always do. Spying on mothafuckers gathering information & shit. Straight up reconnaissance bitch.
I was spying on the kids I ditched class with. Damn part-nah they were doing jack shit. I was like fuck, y'all call this fun?
I decided to go back to class where I saw the hot black chick crying, and her puerto rican friend trying to console her.
I walked up to them, and then pronounced a word that they were having trouble enunciating.
(Yeah, I know that's fucking racist, but I'm just recalling the dream as it happened.)
The hot black chick thanked me, and then she spoke to me as if we were down or some shit.
That's when I began to realize that this was a dream, because if I recall correctly. We never actually spoke to each other irl.
(Sounds like my story with most pretty chicks I had business with in my life.)
Kinda makes me wonder. Was this chick sorta attracted to me irl? It doesn't matter. I don't give a fuck.
The only part of the dream that I care about is at the end of it when that short ass Blonde White bitch dressed up like some G homie in her shitty ass nike wind breakers was all talking mad shit.
She was talking bullshit to a Black kid. Who I assume is supposed to be Chris from seasons 3 & 4 of Degrassi.
That Chris kid then moved to the back of the class where the hot Black & Puerto rican girls were chilling at.
I decided to playfully jump in the argument.
Then that Blonde bitch's attention turned toward me, and she started calling me a five yr. old.
I was like wtf? After having 5 or 6 dreams of this short ass bitch calling me a five yr. old I finally snapped, and I clocked the bitch.
I didn't slap her. I straight up punched her in the face. She kept talking shit when I punched her.
Shit was funny, because after all these dreams. I thought I was just hearing things, but it finally registered to me that some whore in a dream actually was calling me a five yr. old.
I retorted with "Who the hell are you calling a five yr. old. I'm the one who actually says something philosophical every now & then, and I'm also the guy people come to whenever they want advice. What the fuck do you do? You just bitch at everybody, you know what! fuck this shit!"
I then I punched her in the face, hah hah hah.
I then retorted "geah I know asians have a bad reputation for beating up women. (Especially Koreans.), but damn some bitches just need to get beat down, because they talk too much shit.
She kept saying that I wasn't even worth it. (In regards to her explaining wtf she means when she calls me a five yr. old.)
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I then woke up.............blah. What's funny is that nike girl actually was the bitch in real life. I always wanted to hit her, but I wasn't a bonafide badass yet. (I still cared about what others thought about me.)
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