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Well, hot damn.   
Friday, June 10th, 2011
9:25pm
 
mood: giddy
The last time I posted here was 5 years ago. I'm convinced that I've outgrown it. But it sure is fun to re-read all of my angst and frustration, it's a bit more depressing to realize that I had decidedly less way back then than I do now.

Damn you, adulthood!

It's not like I'm back or anything.


-Teq, Baby.
 
     

(Sharingan)

 
If you go down in the woods today...   
Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
1:54pm
 
mood: bouncy
...Can't...stop...playing....song...

f you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.

For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Ev'ry teddy bear who's been good
Is sure of a treat today.
There's lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play.

Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
Cause that's the way the teddy bears have their picnic.

If you go down to the woods today
You'd better not go alone.
It's lovely down in the woods today
But safer to stay at home.

For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Picnic time for teddy bears
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday.

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout;
They never have any care;

At six o'clock their mummies and daddies,
Will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little teddy bears.
 
     

(Sharingan)

 
Scarlett Johansson...   
Monday, January 2nd, 2006
7:20am
 
mood: jubilant
Short and sweet. Scarlett Johansson is fucking ridiculous. Talk about the perfect woman. At least build wise, I don't know her personality, don't really much care. She's just fucking ridiculous.

http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/Sweetteque/scarlett591024x768.jpg

http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/Sweetteque/scarlett361024x768.jpg

http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/Sweetteque/scarlett251024x768.jpg

All images courtesy of [ http://www.sexydesktop.co.uk ]. It's a great site for wallpapers of female celebrities also some older walls of male celebs (not many of them, though).
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Anyway. One day until 21 for me, I had planned on getting a suite and throwing some randomly large party. Large for me would be about six friends and whoever they decided to bring, but Jack (my best friend since Kindergarten) decided that we may celebrate our 21sts together a little later down the line. Still going to try for that suite, though.

And I was sick during New Years Eve. I've been wanting to go to some serious parties -all- year long...and when the biggest one of them all rolls around I can barely stand on my own two feet. And it wasn't because of alcohol, which is the truly unfortunate part.
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HOW 'BOUT THEM REDSKINS?!

Oh thank god, the 'Skins are finally back in the playoffs. I don't care if we win or lose the game (of course I'd rather we just outright won the superbowl) but the point of this season to me is that the 'Skins are headed in the right direction. All it took was coaches finally listening to the players, so I can't really credit Gibbs with it completely, although I won't say he had no part in it. I think guys like Mike Sellers, Clinton Portis, Santana Moss, Chris Cooley, Mark Brunell and the entire offensive line...a group who just told the coaches to trust them to do what they do best, rushing and catching passes out of the backfield, are much more responsible.

Annoying how Cowboys and Giants fans are still talking shit to and about 'Skins fans, though. It's ridiculous. They think 'rivalry' means that they can't ever give props to a team that's playing well. Idiots. And apparently Ewwgles fans threw alcohol at Clinton Portis's mother. Classy. But, then, they are Philly fans.
 
     

(2 Kunais | Sharingan)

 
New Format - Muncho Garcia   
Thursday, November 18th, 2004
10:40pm
 
mood: Agitated
Yo. And yea yea, don't even get at me on the fact that I haven't posted in a while. I'm not the journal type. I'll type up in this beech if the spirit moves me. And it hasn't until now. But I just want to send out props to my girl (no, not my -girl-) silent_wispers for doing up my LJ theme. Pretty damn sweet for someone who's not paying, huh?

Anyway, yea...That's my shout out. I'm black, I'm allowed one or two in my lifetime.
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On a completely un-related note. I like oreos. Regular. Some people like them double stuffed. Some people like them inside out. Hell...some people like them deep-fried (ew). But I just like good ole fashion, untainted...not at all tampered with oreos. There.

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On another note, also unrelated to the first part of this entry, but unique in that it's also un-related to the second part...I hate everyone. o_O

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...What? There's nothing else. Needy bastards.

-KSweet
 
     

(3 Kunais | Sharingan)

 
Encore   
Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
1:38pm
 
mood: disappointed
You know, I just got ahold of Eminem's new album. Don't ask me how, I'm not at liberty to divulge such secrets to the general public, or even the not so general public. I'd be pounced upon by RIAA advocates who get half-chubs when just -thinking- about the next unaware 7yr old kid they can sue for 'stealing' music. Damn, I think I just gave it away...ah well.

But anyway, I suppose I should give my half-rant, half review of the thing so it doesn't seem like I wasted a lot of people's time and bandwidth by downloading it using my dial-up connection.

The album is decent, not great. It'll actually grow on you if you put the entire thing on loop for the better part of 10 hours. I doubt, though, most people are as socially avoidant as I am and will listen to it beyond the first few songs.

Eminem maintains his steady string of albums that tell the story of his life whilst taking not a single prisoner, himself included. The only problem with this is that it's time for a change. He rekindles the flames of old (and I do mean old) rivalries in such catchy tunes as 'Like Toy Soldiers', continues the gross exploitation of his daughter in the equally catchy 'Mockingbird' which serves as a spiritual followup to The Eminem Show's 'Hailie's Song'.

The true strong point of the album (and the staple of Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit) are the guest appearances by other artists on the joint labels. This shines through clearest in the final (and title) track of the album 'Encore'. The song is a tremendously powerful mix of beat (produced by Dr. Dre and Mark Batson of BMI fame) and lyrical combos by Eminem, Dr. Dre and 50 Cent, highlighted by each artist's verse fading perfectly into the next.

A clearly identifiable weak point of album is Eminem's solo tracks (excluding Mockingbird and a few others) in which he hurries through his verses in a barely coherent nasal-driven tirade. The 'poster child' for this problem is 'My First Single' which is a song that demands so much attention from the listener to decipher Eminem's lyrics while trying to ignore the distracting beat and childlike sounds of gas (from various orifices) that the song ends up being little more than filler for a subpar album.

His two singles, 'Mosh' and 'Just Lose It' stand as two of the more solid tracks on the album, though neither are remarkably spectacular, with 'Just Lose It' following Eminem's old (and I, again..do mean old) formula of including at least -one- lyrical cartoon on his album. Unfortunately, Eminem, in search of even further publicity, seems to have abandoned some quality material in his final edits of the album to include more references to the fact that Michael Jackson got upset over the single. This is much more notable in the 'Em Calls Paul' skit where Eminem uses synthesizer to pointlessly take listeners through a pun-filled explanation of how he 'likes' Michael Jackson, all done to the scatological background sounds of Eminem defecating.

All in all, new listeners will appreciate the album, while more 'experienced' listeners of the label (or just of Eminem) will be disappointed. Fortunately, like almost all 'bad' Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit albums (excluding 50 Cent's debut) , the album is built for long-term listening, meaning, that if you give the album enough time, it'll grow on you.

I give the album a 3.5/5

-Ksweet
 
     

(1 Kunai | Sharingan)

 
Oh God, a rant!   
Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004
7:42pm
 
mood: irritated
You know what really gets my dander up? This entire string of feminist bullshit which has been going on forever. And I’ll admit, it’s not a new concern of mine, but it just gets me…that for all the ranting and bitching that a lot of women (90%) do, they’ll intentionally turn a blind eye to the fact that -most-, not all, of the issues they’re bitching about have been dealt with.

The thing that gets me this time is the odd complex among most women which brings them to believe that most men still look down on them and that there is no such thing as a fair America for women. Come the fuck on, you may not get paid as much, but that’s for bitching about not getting paid as much and not actually -working- toward getting what you think you deserve. And since when could a man figure that he has a sexual assault case against his woman and walk into court so fucking cocksure that he’d win it? I’ve yet to encounter this. I mean hell, you want to talk violation? How about cutting your husband’s/boyfriend/lover’s penis off and getting a veritable slap on the wrist? I’d like to see a man walk up to some woman who’s assaulting him and cut off her fucking clitoris.

Then there’s this entire thing about men not caring about women in the media. Give me a fucking break. When was the last time you turned your television on and saw a commercial where a man is freely criticizing stereotypes about women while throwing his girlfriend/wife out of the car/house/etc? It’s almost deadly territory to do anything of the such anymore. Hell, remember the entire beer commercial incident? I forget what superbowl it was, or which beer company, but remember when some random women’s groups cried foul because some women who -volunteered- to be part of a commercial where -men- are pretty much poking fun at men and the entire chauvinist mindset? Yea, the one where the dudes goes into some fantasy where fighting girlfriends strip down to bikinis and get pseudo-intimate in a pool/jacuzzi.

I’ve never once heard of a men’s rights group getting pissed off over any of the random poolboy commercials. Or any of the commercials where it’s a -dumb- guy with some retardedly chiseled body willing to wait on a woman hand and foot. Remember all the commercials where guys have been kicked out of their houses by their female counterparts? Yea, all that counter-chauvinistic bullshit.

You want to know -why- there’s been no cases named Stan vs. Poolboy Commercial ‘X’? Because men have a sense of humour. With most women, I emphasize most (particularly ‘modern’ woman), it’s all about some bullshit militant mindset. Us vs. Them.

But what’s always amused me most is when one group of women take it upon themselves to represent -every- female on the planet. “Rap videos are dirty. Rappers are just demoralizing women. It’s setting women’s rights back 60 years!”. Right…give me a fucking break. So a woman independent of the fucking bullshit propaganda wants to shake her ass and make (damn good) money for it. “It’s not a career, it’s a disgrace!”. Hell, I’ll be a disgrace for thousands of dollars a video (while I‘m in college), too. Shake my ass for ten hours a week to pay for a year and a half of my tuition? Hell yeah. And if shaking an ass on a camera is setting your rights back 60 years, then I think you need to re-examine how strong a foundation your rights were built on to begin with. You don’t hear people still bitching about bamboozled setting the African American Civil Rights Movement back decades.

And you’re probably all wondering, where the hell is he going with this? It’s a god damned rant. I don’t have to go anywhere with it. Not to mention, it’s an entry in a god damned journal, I’m just pointing out what I see and what annoys -me-. Don’t read it if you don’t like it. Which you should easily be able to tell if you do or not by the second paragraph. And just be happy I don’t get into my rant about women in the work place and the bullshit that happens there. Yea, I touched on it…but quickly left it alone.

So yea, fuck all of you closed-minded feminazi bints screaming equal rights and trying to step on our nuts. In case you god damned idiots hadn’t noticed, there’s a swell of support brewing amongst those with more testosterone than you for independent women. If there wasn’t in the first place, then you people wouldn’t have even existed. And I -will- go far enough to say that if there hadn’t been a swell of support for African American rights amongst level-headed Caucasians, then us Negroes would be in a lot more trouble than we’re in now.

Teque signing off. Bastards.

-Ksweet
 
     

(1 Kunai | Sharingan)

 
So bored...   
Saturday, October 30th, 2004
5:33pm
 
mood: nauseated
Yup, it's Saturday. My designated lazy day. 24hrs of absolutely nothing before everything picks up again on Sunday. Thank goodness I get to be a bit more lazy this sunday, heading off to see Cat and her folk...

Then it's back to the monotony of a black and purple room, work, chores and recluse tendencies. On a positive note, I'm taking the weekend free time to download Adobe Premiere, so that I can finally get on with my hobby of making AMVs. It'll very likely get me back into photoshopping and paintshop proing. I'll start off with Hellsing, I suppose...and then burn Cat's Angel Sanctuary DvD to my PC (I've got plans for that movie and a certain song called 'I Think We're Alone Now').

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On another note completely, holiday television sucks the collective scrotums of ten thousand blue whales. I'm sick of watching marathons of one movie masquerading under 12 titles. Halloween television is depressing, and the only really uplifting thing about it is the fact that the Sci-Fi channel takes a break from showing it's 'original Sci-Fi cinema' snorathons. I mean, c'mon, how many times can you see a movie about a giant crocodile, snake, or some mutant insect infestation and still call it 'original'? And I know that it can be said about everything we watch nowadays...but sci-fi doesn't even -try- to make it seem like they put some thought into it. I often get this feeling that there's some roman-nosed executive in a $10,000 suit who has his hand on the crank of something that can only be described as the insta-scifi original slot machine. You know what I mean?

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=five_shitty_movies

If you don't know what I mean, you should scroll down to the Tom Clancy Plot generator. The slot machine would be a lot more like that, sans the ability to actually choose.
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Anyway. There's my rant. I did remember promising you a few.

-Ksweet

And no one ever told me that love would hurt so much
Oooh yes it hurts
And pain is so close to pleasure
And all I can do is surrender to your love
Just surrender to your love
Just one year of love
Is better than a lifetime alone
One sentimental moment in your arms
Is like a shooting star right through my heart
It’s always a rainy day without you
I’m a prisoner of love inside you
I’m falling apart all around you
-And all I can do is surrender -
 
     

(1 Kunai | Sharingan)