The weather is screwed up. If trees had a psyche, they'd all need psychologists by now. It was 16 Degrees Celcius today. What a ridiculous amount of heat. Well, it wouldn't be as bad if they didn't keep turning up the heat in my apartment. I swear, its because of this ridiculous sauna type environment that makes our fruit go ripe faster.

well, as you can see from Adrian's site, he has undergone heavy renovations. His knowledge of HTML will soon surpass mine and I will be forced to close down adobo.blogspot.com and revert back to using Dreamweaver to build my other site. nOT! (Man, thanks to blogger, I save so much time without having to deal with HTML crap)

So today, I was once again mistaken to be filipino by a security guard (who's filipino) cuz he wanted to stay tite w/ his people. Turns out he was a big martial arts fanatic and I told him I was actually Chinese from Hong Kong, he kept talking about martial arts. For those of you who don't know me all that well, martial arts is one of my secret obsessions: to fight along side with Jet Li battling oppressive Chinese dictators and doing 590 degree spins and unleashing a flurry of 1000 kicks. My style will probably be "phoenix claw" and "mountain bamboo pulverized meat fist". Anyway, he 's really interested in doing Thai Boxing so i'll have to give my Sifu a call. I've been too tired and lazee to go these days :p

But seriously, do i really look that filipino? I've been mistaken for Thai, Guatemalan, Native American, Mixed and the most popular one of all, Filipino. I guess i'm pretty well rounded as an asian! POWAH TO DER PEEPO!

Farts: Would we internally combust if we kept it all in?

anyway, more thoughts on that later. It's finally winter in Montreal. I don't know what happened to fall. I think the trees are so confused in Montreal. One moment its warm and the next moment, its minus 8 celcius with a frigid windchill.
Why?

Who knows. Maybe thats why we have meterologists to tell us these things.

Why is it that farts are so taboo in our society? WEll, maybe other than the fact the smell is so repulsive or that the sound is so whimsical to us, why are farts not compared to other bodily functions such as burping, body odor from sweating under the arms or just sweat in general? I believe that perhaps it is the idea that a sound coming from a cavity that is covered and never exposed in public (with the exception of nudist colonies) is quite amusing. The fact that farts, or as the professionals would like to call them, flatulence, is basically the passing of a gas through the air from your anus. The often rippling sound or highpitched sound that is heard as a result of this natural process of expelling unwanted gas from our digestive system. The sound is a result of the air passing from your anus between your gluteus maximus muscles as the air is pressed against the two largest muscles in your body and is forced out and the vibrations of your muscles create the sound.

More later.

Well for those of you who do read this, I really don't know what to write anymore. I must say though , sometimes, I guess its always difficult to accept the way things are.

I don't want to use this as my outlet for my random thoughts on life but sometimes, I just wanna grab a Loudspeaker and just scream at everyone in the ear . no. not a cry for attention. But lets just say i wish Jesus could come back now.

No i'm not depressed. Just saddened by the way things are with everything around me, and in this world. Funny thing, God still wants to love us and have a relationship with us. What Kind of God would be really foolish enough to send His only Son, a part of His being, to be mutilated and humiliated by the very thing He has made? Pretty stupid if You think about it. But amazing.

Anyway, No more thoughts for today.
too tired.

need to reserve brain juice for tomorrow.

Well, I did absolutely nothing today. I am so sorry for those who constantly read my blog only to be disappointed that it is the same jibberish all over again. Moreover, I must apologize for not having republished my archive of oh so many hours of comforting words of jibberish and jargon.
I don't want to use this blog as my outlet for the thoughts on my mind but sometimes, I wish life could be different. Or maybe perhaps it is a call for me to be different. What I write now makes no sense whatsoever so I will end off here and say, When the flowers have died, When all the chicken has been fried, then I will go and make known, the joys of nonsense.

Goodnight, and power to the Chinese Cooks and all those who make culinary experiences enjoyable!