MIGRATION.

HEY GUYS.

i moved.

http://meldanger.wordpress.com

this way, i can blog from my phone.

*raises the roof*.

g1.

I don't know what the hell you guys are talkin bout...

I really like this phone. lol.

HOUSEMATES.

LOOKIN' TO LIVE IN NEW BRUNSWICK THIS JUNE?

HIT ME UP.

thefatkidchronicles@gmail.com.

empty room.

GAH! I don't know why this happens.

I get insomnia EVERYTIME...

EVERYTIME!!

EVERYTIME!!



LOL! (a.d.d.)

... everytime I'm left in an empty room to sleep in. WHY!? I guess I don't do too well on my own.

SIGH.

I want to fall in love.

I want to be touched --- my soul, more importantly.

I want to be surprised and to surprise someone else.

I want to feel protected.

I want to be adored.

Simply because I'm at my best when I'm elated...

... but I never jump into relationships unless things feel "too good to be true."

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I really am expecting that much.

The wait is well worth my time.

On another note:

I hate when people are hurt. Please be strong, because I know you are. Absolutely no self-deprecation whatsoever. You're fucking awesome, genuine, and talented... so take that fact to your fuckin' grave. I'll always be here for you.

sick.

it's friday night.
i have no work tomorow (a rare occasion).
i'm sick.
i'm freezing.
i'm alone.

... and i'm in dire need of spooning. lol.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, and correct me if i'm wrong, but this dude holds a fifteen-spoon record.

i know YOU.

MILES FROM MOESHA.



YOU ARE IN ANOTHER CINDERELLA STORY.



hahahah HAHAHAA.. HAHAAHAH. !!!!!

MILES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

china.

Fortune cookies are so erratic.
Here are two fortunes I have just received:


1. "The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn't being said."

Wow. How deep? Hahaha. Although it's not a "fortune", I kinda like it? However, my next one read:

2. "Customer service is like taking a bath you have to keep doing it."

* ... WHAT?

guilty pleasure, once again.

"I hate this part right here."

mel: ahhh, i love the pussy cat dolls!!
lou: you do. you secretly wanna be one.
mel: i do...

one problem down.

before:



after:




my car's never been so shiny. lol.

GLORY.

the day hath cometh.

monday, january 19, 2009 ----

martin juce and martin phil, formerly known as julian cedric "JuCe"pormentilla and phil coco, respectively, have encountered the devil tree only to reach enlightenment.

aware that this event has fallen on a date where sperm and egg have once amalgamated to create the impeccable MLK...J (to account for "jr."), martin juce and martin phil refuse to be called "LUTHERAN". in fact, they are unaware of what their religion has metamorphosed into.

what they DO know is that upon touching the tree, they have reached this epiphany:

"this isn't scary at all. it actually feels good. ...let's rename it to God's tree." (this quote is not necessarily verbatim, and we're actually not quite sure which of the two said it, but this information has been given to us by bystander Crisanto Jorda.)

also given to us were ACTUAL real life footage and pictures of the whole EPIC event. we're not allowed to disclose everything... or even anything... but here... i wont tell if you wont. ( :: article winks at reader :: )






TRANSFIGURATION OF GOD



"GOD'S TREE" text floating in the sky. maybe an act of GW, aka "Ghost Writer".




although the footage LOOKS like it has been drawn on the back of a somerset diner placemat.. it's just not. don't be a fool, or else you'll never reach enlightenment with that attitude.

where was i? oh yeah..

not domestically bound, martin juce and martin phil now walk from country to country, one hand outward towards one's forehead in an attempt to convert.. i mean aid... those in need of spiritual awakening.

come warm weather, college kids throughout the UNIVERSE will come to God's tree. it will be a site similar to the giant rock in central park, ny. new aged hippies, artists, tan-a-holics, and wannabe screenwriters will now lay out their towels underneath the sunlight and next to mother nature's site of veneration...

contributions will be greatly appreciated.
please send via paypal.
thanks.

SWEET.

HAHA.

m. bison --- drawn to life by crisanto jorda, original idea proposed by phil coco.

haha

im convinced ..

that one day, my death will be caused by a tragic car accident.

ive been in several accidents... well, three in a span of six months, the six months that have just passed. first accident was because i fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a divider. that one was obviously my fault. the other two were at a stop/yeild sign and each dumbass driver rear ended me. i swear, people just don't know how to fuckin' drive around rutgers.

i don't know if it's anything post traumatic, because im perfectly comfortable driving... only thing is that whenever i'm on the road, i keep having these weird premonitions. i picture my car having some kind of car failure, nothing in particular, and my car ramming into another one... where my hood gets smashed in and the collision reaches my limbs, cutting them off... then eventually my face gets smashed in and life abruptly ends. everytime i drive, every one of my senses feel it. i hear the metal bending and banging, i see everything right before my eyes, i smell and sorta taste gasoline or some kind of smoke, i feel the pain of the accident, and lastly i see dead people. hahaha. no. but with all seriousness, it really happens.

that, OR.. i picture driving calmly and all of a sudden a drunk driver hits the side of my car, causing it to 360 spin off road and into someone, something, somewhere, or all of the above.

and it's symbolic and ironic too. but id rather not disclose why on the internet. pls refer to my journal when i die.

edit* ---

four accidents. i failed to mention my very first accident when a woman reversed into my front bumper on a new durham road next to pizza hut. i don't know if i'd count this one though, because i wasn't driving.

food adventures

sonic "mock-u-mentary": banana cream pants




applebees







ps - i just met that waiter that night.

sorry.

sorry, i haven't had the time to blog about anything insightful nor profound... but here. this fb message caught me off guard. lol.

wow.. makes me sound like a weirdo.. lol.

check this shit out.

Armchair Alien by Michael Bosanko

it's "light graffiti".

thanks, jay. =]

fresh beats, good eats.

im here, eating leftover noodle gourmet (meatless, of course), while listening to my bro's shiet. he's so talented. keep doing your thing, bro. and NGU. lol.

get at him: www.myspace.com/ibarrathegreat