HOW TO DEAL...? IN THE SEARCH FOR THE ONLY ONE FOR ME.


AS THE WORLD TURNS, THE SANDS OF THE HOUR GLASS MAKE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES, CAUSE I ONLY HAVE ONE LIFE TO LIVE. I'M YOUNG & RESTLESS MY PASSIONS ARE MY GUIDING LIGHT.

Soooo I've received some responses to my last blog I'd have to say I'm kinda surprised how many people read it. There have been some mixed feelings some say that it's CHEESE, some say it shocked them, some as opposite opinion on the situation, and some just poked fun but all in all it was good insight and I learned a lot. Thanks to the loyal fans for checking back once and awhile, you don't know how much your feedback means to me.

How to deal...? Is the question, How to deal with times of heartache. Some slow jams, friends, and BOOOZE...hahaha kidding I haven't gone that far yet. But crap its becoming a routine and it kinda sucks but its cool cause you get alone time, time to gather your thoughts on how to go about your life. I guess to organize your "TO DO LIST" in the grand scheme of things. I mean I think I have some realistic goals set right now that I haven't had before, people around me are influencing me to do things that I really wanna do for myself, NOT cause its a cool idea. But this idea of heartache, stressing over if LOVE's gonna hit me soon, and fearing that I'm gonna be alone for the rest of my life is all BULLSHIT! well not bullshit but something that shouldn't encompass my way of living. I wanna MOVE OUT FUCK, talk between me and Jay buying condos in the same complex has gotten me thinking of reorganizing my life to potentially reaching that goal with in the next 3 years max. If its if I have to bust my balls at the friggin VALLEYS for the next 3 years while I slowly go CRAZY working with TITO George, but fuck I'll do it for a chance to live on my own, a chance to own something that is truly mine(along with a co-signer...lol). My health, I'm not sure if people actually notice but I'm sure they do I'm not exactly the poster boy for Health Magazine, I use to get by with just raw strength and sport know how but nowadays more than before I really feel that my life is in jeopardy cause I've been lagging in the health department. So along with a supporting group of friends I will embark on a "Body for Life Challenge" and hopefully turn around my life right now of eating chicken wings on Mondays and Thursdays into a smarter and healthier way of living(thanks ROB...WE CAN DOO IT!!!). My professional career, still kinda shady I still have a mentality that I can't see myself back in school but who knows my mind may change sooner than later but as of right now I plan to "whore" myself to the business world see how far I can get with what I have now which is a load of experience in the administrative world. But ya I think I have bigger things to worry about and a life without a partner slash girlfriend is not soo bad, I mean I've done it for this long why not a couple more years to complete some small goals I think to get my life on track. I mean I'll continue to live my life as I am now I won't change much with some small changes here and there but I'll be the BIG BROTHER, the LISTENER, and the BEST FRIEND and if someone so happens to wanna come along the way and wants to share FUN TIMES, LOVE( I got a lot...lol), and even the STRUGGLES then I invite anyone.

TO BE CONTINUED I GUESS....

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WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?!?...LONER.


The past couple of days, months, years I've been discussing with various people about relationships in general and how I think I'm most likely gonna be alone for the rest of my life...*single tear. As my search and efforts for the last 15 years to find the ONE or to be in something meaningful has slowly come down to a "FUCK IT!!!" kinda attitude. 15 years because everyone knows years 1 to 8 the ladies were just gross and had koudies. But recently more than ever I've seen the "SINGLE LIGHT" one, uno, isa, loneliest number, LONERVILLE population 1, etc. etc. I actually sometimes dream about myself (weird I know) sitting at the theatre alone watching some cheesy ass movie called The Notebook Part Deux with my family sized Sour Patched kids, large popcorn, and a bucket of Ice Tea just stuffing my face, while some punks laugh at me while they comment on me being that guy that goes to movies by himself...I USE TO BE THAT PUNK and now look. It really scares me, I wake up in the middle of the night with the sweats, my neck just juiced...not really but it could happen. Just the feeling of being lonely can single handedly crush a grown man no matter how strong in the mind and in the heart (sooo cheese I know, but so true) cause once the loneliness hits ya you start to think what the hell could I be doing wrong?!? You just start to ask questions about yourself, "Do I smell bad?", "is it my hair?", "is it cause I'm BIG BONDED?", and the big stumper "AM I GAY???". I'm sure I'm not but man does it get you thinking harder. Thinking alone I think is the worst thing about me, I get paranoid way to easily, and I over saturate every situation with just thoughts of stupidness and that I'm blinded by the bigger picture. But sometimes I can't help but think and listen to SLOW JAMS which DOES NOT help the situation but feels soooooooo good and I'm not to sure why slow jams make me happy, sad, and depressed at the sametime its an anomaly I think.

A great philosiphizer said once, "Girls, girls, girls, girls, Girls I do Adore" twas a gentleman named JAY ZED. But GIRLS do puzzle me at times because they're all just BIG TEASES well not all but a large majority and a large majority of them don't know how much they affect the male species emotionally, mentally, and physically. They go around gallivanting toying with mens emotions giving them false senses of hope at times, giving off the wrong "signals" throwing a mans mental state into utter kaos filled with confusion. But is it the mans naiveness (if that's a word) that sets him into this whirl wind of love (LOL I can't believe I said that) coaxing him into believing that any sign of affection or any slight of being "liked" from the opposite sex can make him think that, "hey you know what I think X-person likes me". So maybe both are in fault, the womans lack of sensitivity towards a true mans feelings and the naiveness? of the man to actually believing that he could be falling in LOVE.

But then What does love have to do with it?!?...
Love is defined in the dictionary as "A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness." Those are some strong words that I don't understand because I probably haven't felt a lot of those things before, but in my personal opinion the word LOVE is used way to loosely. In personal experience I very seldom use the word LOVE with people. I use it other ways like "I love softball", "I love chicken", etc. but seldom I use it to describe my relationship with people in general cause from that definition it sounds like it would be quite the feet to reach that level of LOVE. Which someday I will find *single tear. There are probably only a handful of people that I really truly love and thats fine with me and some people may be offended but Con I don't love you, you're alright...just kidding buddy. So I guess I ask of the people out there that know me well enough that they use that word with discretion around me as it should only be used with utter sincerity.

SOO MUCH MORE I WANT TO SAY SO...

TO BE CONTINUED....

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HALLOWEEN WEEKEND EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

IT'S BEEN AWHILE



Did ya miss me?!? FRIGGIN EH!!!! I guess i'll just have to blog to pass time. Lets see what's going through my head today....oh ya TENNIS. Today was perhaps the first time myself and my tennis buddy JV played an actual game of tennis with taking score and all that other tennis goodness. With that I grew even more fond of the game of tennis, if thats even possible. So looks like i'll seriously have to consider getting a membership at a tennis club and think about new ways to fund my other daily expenses such as slurpies, dvd's, etc.

Next thought. So this past thursday at my lovely place of work that I grown to love soooo dearly....NOOOOTTTTT!!! Even before I got to work sorry my day was already pretty much ruined. Me, Myself, Rob, and Con took a trip to Pizza Hut looking to fill a craving I had a couple of days before when Rob had mentioned the return of the deal $5 BUCKS $5 BUCKS $5 BUCKS (meaning after purchasing your 1st pizza @ original price you can get up to 3 pizzas of equal or lesser value for $5 BUCKS). So thinking that I could hold my own and along side with the help of Rob and Con I thought that we could finish 3 medium pizzas without breaking a sweat. Oh man, was I wrong shortly after my 4th slice of pizza I was in a deep pool of my own sweat caused by mounds of cheese and meat. Trying my darndest to finish my Supreme pizza I failed half way through my 5th slice the room had started to spin. Shortly after that I had tapped out leaving the rest for Con and Rob...Savages I tells ya, Savages. After consuming all that pizza we had the bright idea to order some Cinnaparts (for those who don't know tasty cinnamon treat, resembles Cinnabon but smaller and cheaper @ $2.50/serving) When leaving Pizza Hut it had felt like I had kidnapped a small child and stuffed him or her under my shirt. So along with feeling 40lbs. heavier I was feeling depressed, angered, flustered, hot flashy, and the list could go on and on but all in all I was feeling like CRAP and the last thing I wanted to do was go to work my awesome job and serve those lovely patrons (*cursing under my breathe friggin people, friggin go away, friggin go do it yourself FRIG). So I dragged myself into work all cranky not saying hi to anyone in the office just going about my own business. First couple of customers were ok treated me well helf me from jumping the counter and making an example of them all in all my service was astounding. Until that one customer who thinks they're the "SHIT" know it all comes in barking out commands. To top things off the little bastard calls me FAT! not the P-H kind the FAT kind like "oh hey look here comes the CHUNK MONSTER brace yourself" kinda fat. Oh man I wanted to rip this little dude into pieces all 3 foot 1 inches of him...it was a friggin little kid that called me fat what the hell is that shit. I can take it from an adult I guess cause they're dumb and they don't mean it....what am I saying?!? of course they mean it. I don't care who you are calling someone fat, stupid, or obese, or retarded, it's all the same either way you take it you take it to heart everytime even though its as a joke or if its for serious. I'd have to say a little part of me died just a little bit because that little friggin 5 year old snot faced kid called me fat, because for some reason or another it just seems more sincere coming from a little kid cause from someone at that age who knows so little would still know the difference from skinny and fat. So when that happened my day was just a write off I wanted to just crawl into a hole and drink my sorrows away and maybe smoke a little sticky icky. Then I said to myself FUCK! I'm doing alright for a guy with my stature I consider myself quite the athletic BIG MAN. I can play some sports better than most fit people just based on raw power and mental ability. So I say FUCK IT!!! I won't let that kid get me down I'm gonna go eat a BIG MAC it's Tuesday and I don't care what a 5 year old thinks. In conclusion, kids are mean, Big Mac's with no lettuce are great, and I heart TENNIS.



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THE MERCHANT OF TENNIS


Ohhhhhh Tennis, how I love thee, let me count the ways. For those who may not know I'm kind of a BIG DEAL...hahaha. Aside from that for those who do not know, I am an avid tennis player slash fanatic or what the french call a fanatique (with the accente gu, spelling?!?). Tennis, Tennis, Tennis I just can't get enough its my love, my release, my desire,...my lust!?!? WTF. I honestly can play tennis all day till my arm just falls right off and even then I would just switch arms then once that arm falls off I would, I would tell someone else to hold the raquet and I would just yell at them and tell them how to hit it YA!!!! WOOOOO TENNIS!!!!!!! I just find that tennis is a great sport it tests your individuality, your ability to react and adapt to certains situations in a split second, it all of it has to do with you and how you approach the game. I believe there are 3 fundamental aspects to tennis: 1. Patience 2. Consistancy and last but not least 3. Perfection meaning paying attention to every detail of the game. Your grip on your raquet, the way you swing it, your body positioning, your foot work, your hand eye coordination, where you hit the ball early or late or on the rise or on its decent, where your oponent is on the court, so many factors that must be taken into consideration everytime you stroke the ball...tehehehe. Thats why I can watch Tennis start to finish without boredem setting in. Just the chance to watch two great tennis players go at it is artistry at its finest, two artists painting a portrait with each stroke of there tennis raquets illuminating the canvass with aces & winners and in the end a masterpiece rendered breatheless by adoring fans left with memories of a great battle (*single tear).

I don't want to toot my own horn here but I'd like to think that I'm a decent tennis player. Playing for almost 15 years of my 23 years of existance I believe that through my instruction with my dad and with tennis pros I have learned the basic fundamentals of tennis, possibly even more, but along with any sport it is always a learning process no matter what playing level. I've always been a season vet I guess you could say only playing during the summer slash spring months but this year I have seriously considered entering a indoor tennis club. To think if I had this drive much earlier in life I would like to think that I could potenially be a semi-pro tennis athlete. I mean the tennis world is missing that barely 5'7" almost 5'8" on good days, husky, Filipino star. Sure I'm not an Agassi or Federer but in my own little niche of players I could've been #1....hahahaha who am I kidding my lack of mobility would kill me. I could see it now deep in the the 1st set panting and gasping for air, while my opponent takes a sip of his Gatorade barely broken a sweat, while I'm being hooked up to a life support machine trying my darndest to find my 4th wind. It just wouldn't make sense a naturally BIG BONEDED individual like myself in a phyically fit demanding sport. I'm more suited for the finer sports such as lawn bowling, pie eating contests, or the most enduring of the sports POKER. Maybe I'm just more fit to direct, maybe become a tennis instructor. This past summer some of our very own peeps have experienced a quickee tennis lesson, I like to think I did a pretty good job most of my students got a decent grasp of the game in less than a couple of hours of instruction. Could this be my calling?!? Maybe but I wouldn't want to turn the game I love into a routine or job cause teaching those snotty little kids would probably just turn me off. In conclusion, tennis is GREAT.

THANKS Jay (fellow tennis junkie) for feeding my love of tennis its been a great season.

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Earl "The Squirrel" Falco

THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

Mmmmmmmmmmm...Chicken Wings, well chicken in general is possibly one of Gods greatest creations and without it I think I would DIE. Maybe not die but cry and poo a little because I would be without the tastiest of meats. I mean its just so versatile I can eat chicken cooked in any way it wouldn't matter it could be baked, fried, spit roasted, boiled, BBQ'd,...poached?!? I mean any way I would still LOVE IT and ENJOY IT. Any food that you can eat with your hands is PHUN food and yes the Pee Aitch kind because all your manners and proper consuming etiquette are thrown all out the window. Just bringin it back OL SCHOOL to the savage days just ripping and tearing at the wing with your teeth while you holler out to the libation wench for more hawaiian punch, as the sauce just drips out the side of your mouth on to your white hoodie, then swearing out loud that you got a stain on your white hoodie, then accidently wiping your already stained hoodie with your already dirty napkin, then trying to cover it up with a napkin bib but your napkin is already dirty so it looks bad either way, then you're still mad because your libation wench hasn't come with your hawaiian punch refill....I mean just to describe a possible situation if wings were to be eaten. But nevertheless wings make me happy inside for a bit till you gotta drop the kids off at the pool and their friends and their sacks of poop.

Sooooo all this jibber jabber about wings brings me to our latest adventure to ORIGINALS North Yorks finest wingery, reserved for the boyZ as a place to visit once every 2 months or so to fulfill the void left in our minds and in our stomachs that can only be filled by this tasty chicken appendage. Well it all started on one beautiful stary Thursday night after a long day at work a couple of characters and myself (characters include: Dirty Marquez & Miss. Jai) decided to trek to North York, despite the rising gas prices. Everything just seemed to be going well right from the get go; the usual missed exit to get to Bayview wasn't missed and finding parking without getting ticket wasn't hard at all. The atmosphere was set the crowd wasn't too loud, the table was clean, my ginger ale tasted like ginger ale, I started to think to myself that this was beginning to be the makings of a fantastic night. The house band/middle aged garage band was awesome playing such hits from todays hot artists The Pussycat Dolls, The Black Eyed Peas, and THE Coldplay. Opposed to the regular in house DJ LAME-O playing the best of MC Mario or Dance Dance Dance Vol. 4, why 4? I have no idea. At last the food has arrived 14 succulent drumstick sized chicken wings sitting on a bed of fries and veg and on the side the irresistible sour cream slash dill slash ranch dipping sauce that is to die for. I think I can honestly dip anything into that sauce and it would taste like heaven, even dipping beets into this sauce will make it taste like ambrosia. Now on past visits the large order of wings is way too much for me usually tapping out after the 11th wing and handful of fries, but tonight the wing Gods were on my side I managed to finish the whole platter veg and all (*pat on back). So to cap off the already wonderful glorious night the drive home was perfect. Since we started going to Originals the exit onto the 401 going home was always closed and we would have to drive all the way to Yorkdale to find an open exit to go home. But that faithful thursday night the stars just seemed to be aligned in our favour alongside the wing Gods were guiding us home safely to meet our throwns that await in our homes...for the poop. (que song "The Wind Beneath My Wings")


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Earl "The Hurl" Falco

RANDOM

Strap yourself in tight get ready for your once in a lifetime ride named Randomness Mindbuster( must be SANE to ride). Just felt like switching Canadian Mindbuster with randomness cause thats what truly has defined my life these past couple of years. As the years roll by my randomness level reaches new and explorative heights, that I can't for the life of me explain. Maybe my urge to to lick a rock is fueled by my desperate need for attention or maybe the rock just looked really tasty at the time and I was hankerin for some 100 year old lime stone, WHO KNOWS?!?! Maybe my urge to drive to GUELPH to get some friggin good cheap chinese food rather than visit a good friend (*wink JAY) is geared because of my constant need to do something or is it just because I love those chinese and their greasy chicken wings, yummy noodles, or flavour filled chicken balls, I JUST DON'T KNOW?!?!

Nevertheless, randomness leads to daily routine. One can only do so many random things until those randoms events begin to feel like daily rituals. So finding the random rock on the ground to lick has become a daily pleasure (jus kidding) not really or weekly I find time to stuff my face full with the finest greasy chinese food this DAMN city has to offer (thank you Tremendous).

Speaking of this DAMN City we call Mississauga just filled with ramdomness awaiting after each corner, these past couple of months have been a haze filled sticky iicky fest. This past spring slash summer slash fall has brought out the OL SCHOOL in me well not really OL SCHOOL but OL as in a year ago, when the finest of the sticky iicky's were indulged in. So with the lack of entertainment our beloved City of Mississauga fails to provide for a struggling almost mid-twenty year old subarbanite slob. Has forced a few of SAUGA's finest to create its own form of entertainment along side our trusty sidekick MARY JANE in her quest to make a few boys that much happier. The NAHANI CREW include such characters as Dirty Marquez, CO CO Bee, Johans the Leg Aspi, and none other than Jay the Car Lee, and last but not least SIMON. Thanks boys for the memories that I can remember...yikes.

One last thing that I'd like to BLOG about, those damn verification lines where you have to enter to poorly scrambled letters. Only if it was that easy to crack in to the Pentagon MAN! I would be the most lost person cause why the hell would I want to be in the Pentagon in the 1st place. But seriously how secure is that, what does it really test? so people that are sight impaired are screwed so they can't get their concert tickets or send that one mass email so that he or she can celebrate your one special day of the year. So SCREW the person that invented that feature but at the sametime THANK YOU now I got a EYE up on people that can't see properly....oh that was bad.

Thanks Jamie for starting the BLOG craze among our group of peeps it feels NICE.

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Earl "The Girl" Falco