Last post of the month

Oh, and probably for a while, since I will be busy with the shit load of assignments and essays. Argh! These law notes are a pain in the ass to study. Too much shit to know. Too much I tell you. Anyways, I will not be posting much in April due to this hell-hole of a month starting tuesday. Jesus Murphy!!! (HAHAHAHA....Sully).

Them Bloody Essays: April = month of Hell

Holy smokes. My upcoming essays. In other words, April is the month of hell. Doom. Blood. Mayhem. Mercy?

April 1: French oral (15%) + Law exam (25%) COMPLETED
April 7: War/Revolution: Vietnam outline (10%) COMPLETED
April 11: English outline on The Quiet American
April 16: Yugoslavia article review (15%)
April 18: Vietnam essay [rough draft] (25%)
April 18: U.S History essay (25%)
April 24: Law essay (20% - may be worth more if Sully decides to grant his wish to not give us another exam)
April 28: English essay (subject to change) (40%)
May 5: Final copy of Vietnam essay (10%)


MONTH OF HELL!!!!!! Did I mention that I have not started ANY of the essays? Yes, I know I must fucking start. The english essay is worth 40%!!!!! 40 fucking percent.

That being said, I will probably be posting much less in April than I have been in January, February and this month. Why? Well I bloody told ya!

The Quiet American

So, I am reading another book for my English class, in which I will be given a quiz featuring some bizarre questions this friday. Three days to read this 189 page novel, but it is very doable. Wow, Lo Pan is inserting a long-ass needle in this chinese girl with green eyes. Oh, shit. Back to The Quiet American. Kung-fu kicking. Damn, there I go again.
Anyways.
I am at page 140 and so far this book has put a spell on you. No, no it hasn't. The novel is about a dude (no DUDE, a.k.a Lebowski) names Fowler, an English journalist, who meets an American, Alden Pyle, while reporting the Vietnam War. There is also a love triangle between Fowler, Fowler's 'mistress' Phoung and Pyle. Great novel so far.


Tuesday: p.12-100
Wednesday: p.101-150
Thursday: 150-189

Predictable ending. THe novel begins with the end, but quickly unravels the mystery and 'bloody' way of living during the Vietnam war. PLenty of dialogue. Plenty. I enjoyed the characters, Phoung (not much), Pyle (yup) and Fowler (yup): they were well developed except for Phoung.

Big Trouble in Little China

Here I am watching this supernatural, kung-fu kicking ass 1986 film featuring Kurt Russel - yes, the dude that played Snake pliskin in "Escape From New York," awesome film. I remember buying this film for James 'Pimpin'" joe Boi last year, if I am correct. I have never seen it, but I have heard of it. So, here I was sitting eating a sangwitch - oops, I meant to say sandwich. . .I'm Italian, what do you want? So, as I was saying, I was here, at home, eating a SANDWICH when I saw that Big Trouble in Little China was playing. Fucking nasty monsters and that same Chinese dude playing a villain in every freaking movie (James, you know what I'm talking about. You know that guy taking the Crunch bar in Die Hard. . . yes, that guy). Damn, I swear I see the guy playing the villain in every movie; whether it is a straight-to-video film or some sort of blockbuster film (though, I think the only one was Die Hard). Anyways, back to the movie. Kung-fu action; one kick to the face, another punch to the guts, lightning coming from one's hands, roofs blowing up, some monster that looks like a sasqwatch (spelling error, I know!), some weird voodoo shiaat, then there is the 'master' from those Karate movie flicks (Ninja Strikes back!!!). HA HA HA.
Damn, I got a french paper to write on Guevara. Must. Start. Paper. Don't. Look. At Movie.
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Continues to watch movie; 30 minutes left. Fuck. How many times have I seen Die Hard With A Vengeance preview during the commercials. Holy Moses!

Easter

Another commercialized holiday. Notable mentions; Christmas, Valentines Day and so on. Wow, this will be the shortest post I've done since I started this blog. Congrats to myself.

The blogger is pissed again

Another Bruins loss to Montreal: 3-2 in shootouts.
Let me see if I can write this blog without stopping and throwing something across my room. Pray. I cannot explain the way I feel right now without cursing the refs of the came. Kerry Fraser, a well known ref. That Bastard. Literally. What an awful came by the refs; completely disgusting. Absurd. This game is proof of the lack of penalties called by refs in the game, the lack of constant penalty calls and how much the refs ruin the game. Almost half way through the first period Kerry Fraser signals a penalty against Montreal; that triggers Boston's goalie, Tim THomas, to go to the bench so Bosotn can unload their extra attacker. AS this is happening, a Montreal player touches the puck; now that would stop the play since there is a call against Montreal. But, all of a sudden, Kerry Fraser puts his hand down and now there is no longer a call against Montreal, but there is against Boston. This triggers Thomas to rush back to his net, in which Montreal could have easily scored. Talk about a lack of communication and reffing in this game. Fucking shit.
The habs struck early in the game, which was not Tim Thomas' fault because he was screened by his own play, Milan Lucic I believe it was. For the first time since I followed the Bruins (14 years), I saw P.J Axelsson fight. Wow. The last guy I would have ever thought to see in a fight.
Throughout the game, I saw so many fucking Montreal players holding the stick of the Boston Bruins that I thought I was watching replays of the game. Were any of them called a penalty? Well, geez, let me see; Kerry Fraser is refing the game. . . . . That would be a NO. Then one of the best of the game came with one minute left; Marc Savard has the puck 8-10 feet from Carey Price; he decides to pass it, as that happens BAM Steve Begin cross checks Savard's lower back. Down goes Savard, who would later leave the game. Was that called a penalty? NO FUCKING NO. Was it a penalty? YES.
Then, Claude Julien decides to send 2 defenceman in the shootouts: Zdeno Chara and Dennis Wideman. Fuck! I understand Chara, but does your third shooter have to be another defenceman? Krejci played an amazing game, Sturm was invisible but a better shooter than Wideman, Kobasew played well and Lucic was a monster. I just don't understand why Wideman was chosen ahead of these players. Why?

Argh. Thank God I did not go to the bar to watch this game or there would have been tables tossed over and probably a scrap with a Habs fan. HA!

Post Boston v. Montreal Game + what I have been listening to

What can I say? Another freaking lose to the despicable Montreal Canadiens. Don't get me started on the game. THough, I will admit that both Kovolev's goals were nicely done - the spin-o-rama and splitting the Bruins D - but NO WAY (and I stress the NO WAY) should they have been goals. Tim Thomas was weak all night. Nevertheless, a goal is a goal. I'm moving on. Next game is tomorrow (Saturday) against the same Montreal Canadiens. I do not know how much more I can stress this, but this is a MUST win for Boston.
Moving on from hockey.
For the past week and a half I have been listening to. . . . any guesses? Rage AGainst the Machine? Nope. The. . . . *drum roll*. . . The CLASH. What an awesome band. I have one and only one album, London Calling. Terrific album containing 19 songs. 19 terrific songs such as London Calling, Spanish Bombs, The right profile, Lost in the supermarket, Rudie can't fall, Jimmy Jazz, Brand new Cadillac and so on.
What a terrific album. One of the best of all time.

Arguing with stupid Habs fans

So, here I am in a Montreal bar watching the Habs play against the Bruins; I knew that if the Bruins would lose something would happen. I know what your thinking; your in a Habs bar, in a city that loves Montreal Canadians and follows them religiously, what do you expect. Anyways. I'm watching the game, Montreal leading 2-0, the crowd is going wild (not that many ppl, but still). I'm ticked off because the Bruins were playing well, yet, they could not capitalize on the great (few) opportunities.

Than the Bruins score and I yell out "Fucking Right!" Remember, I'm the only bruins fan there lol. Later in the game, the Habs are leading 4-1 and I start hearing from Habs fans (5 of them) beside me saying, "Oh, the Bruins fucking suck balls. WHat a piece of shit team." SO, that is when I start to get even more pissed off. I just look at them with a pissed off face, you know? Then when the Bs score their second goal, these 5 moron Habs fans say, "What a piece of shit goal song, fucking Bruins." That is when I kind of lost it. I turned around and yelled, "Well At least it is not as full of shit as the Vertigo song, Christ! Assholes." They couldn't counter it, it was just sad that these fans knew shit about their own team (lol). We started arguing, mind you there was no shoving and hitting.

Then one of the guys says, "Bruins suck." Like, Christ, you can't say anything else. These dumb habs fans sounded like Goddamn robots, you know? Anyways, so I said, "Boston played pretty well, those 3 goals you scored were horrible goals - luckily for you that Thomas wasn't himself or there was no way you would have 4, let alone 2 goals in the bloody game." They answer, "Habs are such a strong and better team." I quickly responded, "Strong team? What the fuck have you been watching, punk?" The habs fan goes on about how Montreal are amazing and superior and shit. So, then I yell, "You know what, I would like to see the Habs try to beat a full Boston team - a healthy 100% Boston team with Bergeron, fernandez, etc. You know what, I would like to see how the Habs would be if they would get key fucking injuries. The top 6 Habs fans plus their top 3 defenceman have missed a combined 7 games this year, while one Bruins player (Bergeron) has missed 64 fucking games."
The guy looked at me and just said, "They still suck." I just stared at him, and figured it was no point to argue anymore. SO that is what I did. Then as I was leaving the bar, they were standing outside. As I opened the door they said, "Only Habs fans are welcomed, Bruins fans aren't." Something along those lines. So I started laughing (that crazy laughing). I looked at them and said, "Fuck the habs."

Oh, man I'm still pissed off. The ironic thing was that these 5 habs fans knew shit about the team or about Boston for that matter. I kid you not, that was the conversation.

Big Z

Maybe this will inspire Big Z (ha ha ha).

Now that is one pumped up mother fucker

Zdeno Chara destroys Kocci

Zdeno Chara stats:

(06-07) Boston: 80GP 11G 32A 43PTS -21 100PIM 9PPG 17PPA 0SHG 1SHA 3GWG
(07-08) Boston: 68GP 16G 32A 48PTS +11 112PIM 9PPG 15PPA 1SHG 1SHA 0GWG

This season Big Z has tied his career highs in goals and assists. He has also surpassed his career high in points.

v. Montreal (career):
46GP 9G 9A 18PTS +11 106PIM 3PPG 5PPA 0SHG 1SHA 1GWG

GP: games played
G: goals
A: assists
PTS: points
-/+: plus/minus
PIM: penalty minutes
PPG: power play goals
PPA: power play assists
SHG: short handed goals
SHA: short handed goals
GWG: game winning goals

The Bruins need Chara back and a win tonight

Oh Boy. Nine games remaining for the Boston Bruins, who remain in the playoff race but only a couple of points from being out of it. Their captain, Zdeno Chara also known as 'Big Z,' may return tonight. Maybe. Hopefully. We definitely need him to beat the freaking Habs. Argh! It is horrible and terrifying to see how bad we are against the Montreal Canadians. This year we are 0-6-0 and have scored 12 goals, but allowed a whopping 32 goals. Jesus! In other words, we score an average 2 goals against the Habs, but allow 5 goals a game.

Boston v. Montreal (The 6 games this season):
October:
Boston 1
Montreal 6

November:
Montreal 2
Boston 1

Boston 4
Montreal 7

December:
Montreal 4
Boston 2

January:
Montreal 5
Boston 2

Boston 2
Montreal 8

There you have it. Boston has been turned inside-out, slaughtered, shaken and stirred. Can we beat the Habs tonight? According to those stats and the last 2 years the answer is No. However, Boston is a more desperate team than the Habs, so there is a chance that we can win. A team cannot go 0-8 against its rival, right? After tonight, the Bruins travel to Montreal on saturday to close their season series. Who knows, maybe the Bruins will face the Habs in the playoffs. I know that is what the Habs fans want, since they believe it will be an easy walk in the park for them, but they seem to forget that the playoffs is a whole new ball game. Remember when the Bruins finished first overal a couple of years before the lockout? That Bruins team should have made it to the stanley cup finals and yet we got stomped by a team that should not have been in the playoffs, a team that had nothing on the Bruins. That being said, don't get too cocky and excited Habs fans.

The metro ride home

Jesus. Mary. Joseph.
Last night was something, something to remember. So, four of us hit the bar to watch the Habs game (Woooo Habs lost!) and we order 2 huge pitchers (4 litres each). I cannot remember how many times I had to piss within 20 minutes, but damn it was a lot. We make it to the party at 11pm, I believe. I stayed there for an hour or so; fuck I don't remember that either. Let me put it this way, I was drunk. I don't know how many glasses of beers I had at the bar, maybe 10 +, but when I got to the party I saw some familiar faces as I drank a Canadian, a budweiser and several cups of liquor that tasted like Coffee (yuk!). I could have had more, but like I said, I do not remember much. However, I do remember going to the bathroom twice with a smile plastered on my face. I just hoped I did not miss. If I did, I'm sorry Pascal. Oh, but that is nothing. NOTHING.
My friend and I start walking back to the metro (a good 10-15 minute walk) a quarter past midnight, again, it could have been later. Not even a block away from Pascals house, my friend starts pulling 'sale' signs form the ground. Yes, 'sale' signs. I do not know how, but we made it to the metro. How? Holy Jesus! Another thing I do not remember is getting into the metro; I don't remember taking out my pass and swiping it. Fuck! By the time we get on the metro we are laughing and talking aloud about God knows what, maybe my friend remembers. That metro ride was one stop, in which I filled by vomiting twice (not much, mind you). We get off; I do not remember if he had to take another metro or if he was getting off at the one we arrived to. Nevertheless, I get on another one, which is supposed to bring me to my destined stop. Let me tell you this, I believe I just took any metro that came by (Hey! I was drunk!). I could have taken the wrong one for all I know - shit, I wouldn't have known anyways. Though, luckily for me I was on the right one. So, there I am sitting down, hunched forward looking down. I feel sick. I admit it. BAM! I vomit, again and again. Maybe 3-4 times. Who know? I'll tell you who knows; this dude who came over me asking me if I was all right and if he could have helped me. Yes, it happened. I can hardly remember the conversation, but I am sure that it was brief and that I was horribly mumbling when I spoke to him. Unfortunately, I did not see his face.
How did I get off at the right station? How? That's all I remember. And now, 4-5 hours later, I am up writing this. Fuck!

Back to 1952

*Not done*

He leads with an iron fist,
Quenchin', Striking the line,
Between the wealthy and the poor,
The iron fist that holds your soul,
Squeezing your heart,
Let it bleed, gushing over the floor,
Families fight to survive,
But only increase death,
Another knife strikes the cord,
He encourages the abuse of the peasants,
And profits from organizes crime,
American government adore him,
He leads with an iron fist.

Brutality and peasants,
Locked in a cage; like a rat and a snake,
Another gunshot, another dead peasant,
A president who supports this crime,
It only takes one to change these lives.

This constant nightmare

Love, the light
Of our nightmare,
We constantly acquire
The hate, the fire
Blazing through our hearts,
Everything feels sudden,
Lasting until our dying days,
Well I'm tired, my bones quiver quickly,
My hollow insights feed me disaster.

Relinquish this disease,
Throw away every matter of mistrust,
Put me to sleep, tonight.

*Not complete

Scratch that

Mic Check 1 2 1 2.

So there you have it folks. Day 3 of 7 are gone. My March break is going by too fast. What have I done, you ask? *Laughs out loud* Nothing. No work. No homework. No essay(s). Nada. Nothing. Good, huh? What have I done today? Well, I woke up at 10:30 am, had breakfast (Cereal); I helped my dad put a door up; ordered pizza for lunch; relaxed while drafting for Fantasy Baseball; watched some t.v; and just now, I finished watching Lethal Weapon 1. So, there you have it. Applaud please. Nah.
Tomorrow I should get started on my essay. Should. That's the key word; should. Ha.

Break is on!

Yes Sir. One week off from college. Lots of work though. Oh well. So, what am I doing now? Drafting my baseball players for my fantasy baseball team :D. It takes a while to form the team since you have to wait for others in front of you to pick. Nevertheless, It is very exciting.
Today. French class at 8:30am; one grammar exam worth 5%. So far I am perfect in french: 15/15! Wow. yeah. Then from 10-11:45 I had english, which surprisingly went fast. I also rented Rush Hour 3; though I do not expect much from it. Why? Well, I actually liked the first two movies and it is also something my young brother enjoys. So, yeah that is why.
Once again, the Boston Bruins lost, this time to the second worst team in the league. Fuck! Shit! Cock! Balls! No Zdeno Chara for the third straight game, possibly not for the weekend either. Nice. We. Are. Fucking. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed!

Hell is getting a little cool, just a little

So, there you have it. Or maybe not. Did I bomb that Money and Banking exam? Only time will tell. I think I did better than I expected myself too. Well, isn't that what they all say. No? Then am I in my own world? Fuck yeah. Personally, I don't care [if those who read this], if any, couldn't care less about this exam, or that exam and whatnot. I mean, if you like reading what I write, then I am glad that I have accomplished (or in the means of accomplishing) something. However, if you don't like what I write, or how I write, then that is fine, it does not bother me. Nevertheless, I just write what comes to mind - sometimes there is nothing interesting (HA!). I am not looking for sympathy. Nope. None.
Tonight: hockey game, Montreal v. Ottawa. Ottawa BETTER win tonight. I hate the Habs and I can't stand seeing them in first place. ARGH (very angry!). On the other hand, Boston had such a great chance of claiming second spot, maybe even first, in their division if had not been for the Washington, Toronto and Rangers game last week. You can add the Ottawa game on Tuesday in as well. Then again, you cannot win them all. The Bruins went on a 7-0-1 run - scoring 30x and allowing 17 goals - before going 1-3-2 -scoring 6x and allowing 25 goals. So, the Bruins are 8-3-3 19 points (36 goals, 42 goals allowed) in their last 14 games.

Bomb that

Oh yeah. That Money and Banking exam tomorrow. Yeah, the one I talked about in my previous post. That one. *Laughs for about a minute* Oh, I'm going to bomb it. Umm-yeah.

Light around the corner, but hell at the moment

What a beautiful week lying ahead. Such a wonderful week. Yup. What more can I say? I got a Law article review that is due tomorrow (at this moment I am 3/4 through with tons of editing to do). Fuck! For tomorrow! For tomorrow! Then, to make things even worse, I got a Money and Banking exam thursday morning. Yes, you read it right. Money and Banking. Why, oh why did I choose this class? Please God tell me why?
Get this. My Money and Banking teacher is sick: due to that class was canceled 5 straight times. Now, a replacement came in last week, that means I had class 3 straight times. But did I learn anything? No! Did we review? No! Am I amused? FUCK NO! Oh, and the exam worth 20% is this thursday. How freaking wonderful. Oh, such a wonderful day. Wonderful.
After this week I got my spring break. Should be fun, right? Don't get me started on all the freaking essays I got to work on.

Denzel Washington

My favorite actor!

Movies I've seen starring Denzel: (rating on 10) *Bold = the ones I own

Malcolm X [9,5/10]
Training Day [9,0/10]
The Hurricane [9,0/10]
American Gangster [9,0/10]
Man on Fire [8,5/10]
Remember the Titans [8,5/10]
Inside Man [8,0/10]
Manchurian Candidate [7,5/10]
The Bone Collector [7,5/10]
Deja Vu [7,0/10]
Fallen [7,0/10]
The Seige [7,0/10]
Out of Time [6,0/10]

The Boss: the Review (number 15)

Sunday, March 2 2008.
Bruce "the Boss" Springsteen Concert. I had quite a bit of homework that weekend, but it's the Boss for crying out loud. Come On!!! Who does NOT like Bruce? Anyone? I don't think so? I do not understand how someone, whether he/she loves music or not, can hate Bruce Springsteen. He brings so much to his music (lyrics and energy). Anyways, I had completed most of my work before heading to the concert at 5:30pm, 2 hours before it was scheduled to start. Nervous? Fuck no! Excited? Well, what the fuck do you think? As I mentioned in my previous post [The Boss and The Boss: Review to come] it was my first concert (with 20,000+ fans) in a long long time. Actually, I do not even remember who I had gone to see so many years ago. Well, it does not matter.
I arrive at the scene: front row. Side of the stage. I was about 10-15 feet from the freaking BOSS!! Oh, did I mention that I got the ticket the day before? Sweet!
The clock strikes 7pm. The forum is half full: the 'pitt' - those standing in front of the stage - are being filled. Noise and chants of "BRRUUCCEE!" begin to make wave throughout the stage. A small tidbit if you don't mind (what the fuck do I ask? I am in control of what I write, fuck.) Bruce Springsteen tends to start 30-45 minutes later than scheduled: this is a good method to wait for the fans to fill the forum - some musicians refuse to do this. Anyways. An hour passes, now 8pm, and still no Bruce, but the chants only get louder. Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! We want Bruce! We want Bruce! And so it went on for another 10 minutes. The Boss, the legend, the icon and symbol of belief, of feeling alive, of excitement of having a great time, makes his way onto the stage at about 8:25pm. Not even wasting time, the E street Band and Bruce Springsteen rip into the Bass, the drums (ol' Max Weinberg :D ), the keyboard, the violin (played by his wife Patti) and the noise of the crowd roars even louder. The band begins to play, "Thunder Road," "Night," then "Radio nowhere," "Girls in their summer clothes," and about 20 more songs.
I managed to get quite a few pictures and videos of the Boss. A moment I will never forget (WOOO, mother fucker!). For those of you who have gone to a concert, whether it was an underground group, a major group performing in front of a huge crowd or for those who play in a band, you know the feeling of "feeling alive." That is exactly what I felt throughout the entire performance. The concert last approximately 2 hours and 30 minutes, but believe when I tell you it went by so fast. I left the concert satisfied and exhilarated, but I wanted to hear more Bruce, MORE BRUCE! Another note, Bruce played my favorite son - though I enjoy and love every song - "Dancing in the Dark" and "Jungleland."
I even met a couple from the North Bay (something like that) - 5 hours from here, north of Toronto. They (wife and husband) sat next to me and told me that this was their 15th Bruce Springsteen concert!! They were not 'old' per-say, they seemed to be in their 30s, no more than 40. What die hard fans, and I thought I was nuts over Bruce Springsteen. This was my first BOSS concert, and it was number 15 for the couple. Holy Shit! Yes, yes I know shit is not holy.

Atonement

Here is another book I am in the middle of reading: I must complete this 370 page novel by friday. So far I have read 145 pages and I feel somewhat neutral to the novel. The first 60-70 pages were boring and slow, then it started to pick up pace for a while before sinking into another hole of boring detail at around 100-110. However, the last 20 or so pages have been interesting: two young twins have run off, a passionate (making love, close to sex) scene between Robbie and Cecilia and a furious little girl by the name of Briony.

Sunday: 1-70 (70 pages)
Monday: 71-145 (74 pages)
Tuesday: 146-209 (73 pages)
Wednesday: 210-287 (77 pages)
Thursday: 288-370 (82 pages)

Here is a quote from the novel;

"In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long" (86).

---Robbie (types it as part of a letter to give to Cecilia, but later 'chickens' out).

The Boss: Review to come

I will be posting my review - later this week - on Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen concert, which took place last night. It was electrifying and splendid, words cannot explain how I felt before, during and after the concert. Exhilerating.

*More to come

The Boss Concert

WOOO.

I got tickets to Bruce Springsteen tomorrow, yes sir! I cannot wait. Though, I have some work to complete which is a bummer. Really, a bummer. Nevertheless, I shall complete it before I head to watch The Boss perform live tomorrow night *Huge happy face* Wow, the last time I went to see a concert was......geez I don't know, a long time ago.