http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:lil-mike&section=today deviantART RSS for by:lil-mike en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Wed, 30 Dec 2009 03:14:53 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1770461/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1770461/ Sat, 31 Jan 2004 02:47:06 PST
Number one: Homosexuals are socially humbled.

It seems that homosexuals, in reflection of their own struggles, are much more accepting to others. I have been witness to horrific treatment of people and it seems that it is these experiences that lead a man or woman to be humbled and realize that we are all on the same plane of existence. I know that there are many different types of people and not all fit in the explanation I am giving. Please remember these are based on my person experiences. I have never met a racist, sexist, or anti-Semitic homosexual. They seem to have an uncanny ability of acceptance which in turn has taught me a lot about myself. It has showed me that a person isn't their race or sexual orientation. A person is only as good as his or her actions and many people seem to over look that idea.


Number two: Homosexuals are very open-minded to new ideas.

I have seen many homosexuals that are of different religions or practice different methods of self-healing. In a way it is a good thing to be open to new ideas because you may run across something that truly intrigues you or may help you as a person. Due to their lack of acceptance it seems that straying from the norm isn't at all a dire task but more of an adventure. It is that mentality that I feel is missing from society, the ability to stray and go down the unbeaten path to find new roads, new places, and maybe a new self.

Number three: They don't care what other people think.

This seems to be strictly for the openly homosexuals because those who hide from it are seriously concerned about what others think. It seems the ones that are proud of it tend to be a little easier going and are willing to do things that other guys or girls won't in fear of someone thinking them " queer". They are willing to post on their cars, houses, stores, and lockers that they are gay and they don't care what you think. I say hell yeah!! People should be proud of what they are, no matter what it is. People live happier lives that way. On top of being proud of themselves they are also a lot more fun. So many straight, upper-middle class, preppy, conformists are so uptight all the time and have to fit to ALL of the social and popular tends and norms. I think that's just sad. Let yourself go once in a while, its good for you.

Sure it may only be three reasons but we can actually learn a lot from this consistently ridiculed, socially unaccepted, and burdened group of brave people. Please don't take this into account as just mere ramblings, think about it for a while. After all, all of us have at least have a gay cousin! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1753027/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1753027/ Tue, 27 Jan 2004 19:44:14 PST
According to the majority of teens, apparently living a comfortable life is blasphemous to their ideals that we should all be angry and depressed and railing against our parents/teachers/nearest authority figure. If we have a job, we're a slave to the capitalist machine - not only that, but we're selling our souls to corporations that oppress the masses in underdeveloped countries. That's right! By attempting to eke out a living, we are directly responsible for the unscrupulous acts of mercenary companies and the inhumane policies of foreign autocracies. We are wasting our lives in jobs we hate, buying stuff we don't need. Of course rent, electricity and water are all commodities unnecessary to maintain a lifestyle that allows us to live prosperously and comfortably without descending into outright squalor. Damn the man!

It's easy to be bitter and angry and cynical when you don't have a clue as to how the outside world works. When you're skulking around in your Volcom shirt, your Nike sneakers, your Diesel jeans or your band du jour t-shirt; when you're driving around in the convertible your mom and dad bought you for your 18th birthday, when your parents pay for your gas and insurance; when you're too lazy to do your math homework and you consequently get a D and bitch at that "stupid slut" that takes the class; when you're listening to overly-contrived music about how awful the world is, how the government holds you down, how everything is a mess and it'll never get any better (all the while ignoring the irony that the $10 you spent on their record is paying for their second mansion in the Hollywood hills); when you're so wrapped up in your own little bubble and everything is handed to you on a plate it's much easier to be pissed off and negative and to take for granted all that you have.

The funny thing is, it won't last. All your icons will become everything you hate. Anti-establishment icons of the past like Ozzy Osbourne and Johnny Rotten turned into self-serving, money grubbing millionaires in the end, more interested in their own public profile and trying to convince the public they're still as relevant today as they were 25 years ago instead of sticking to the ideals they once trumpeted as angry young men. Your icons will end up the same - your Chester Benningtons, your Fred Dursts, your Marilyn Mansons, your Billie Joe Armstrongs...and where does that leave you? You have two choices:

First choice: Rail against the system as long as possible. Fight it all you want. You can spew forth as much rhetoric as you like, quote the films or songs that speak most to you about the injustice of the world and take as many drugs as humanly possible to block out the agony of it all. Before you know it, your parents are no longer around to pamper you and you find the only way to make ends meet is by working at the local fast food emporium. Welcome to the machine. Here's your punch card. Here's your uniform. Congratulations, you're everything you used to hate.

Second choice: Get your head out of your own little world and stop focusing on the pettiest injustice. You're failing math? Do some reading. Ask for help. Parents pissing you off? Talk to them calmly instead of screaming, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME!!!!" and slamming every door from the dining room to your bedroom.

Clear your head of all the things that don't matter. Work to solve the problems that do matter.

That's where my advice runs out. Despite all my best intentions and ideas I don't have the cure to the world's ills. It's only when the future of this planet realises that the problems surrounding them go beyond their own selfish wants and needs that they can be acknowledged and dealt with. Yes, the adults in charge of things have messed things up royally. So here's your chance. Prove you can do it better. Prove you're better than falling into the cycle of school - work - grave. Prove that you can be trusted to see that what you have is giving you the biggest opportunity to make these changes you're so keen to champion.

Now stop whining and get on with it.
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Aside to my small ramblings, I am sorry that I haven't been on this community in awhile because I took out my internet co... ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1720081/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1720081/ Wed, 21 Jan 2004 18:35:24 PST
People in society today believe that you must act or look a certain way to fit with the "in" crowd. So not true. Many people strive to be accepted by their peers especially in their highschool years. But what exactly makes you "accpetable" or "cool"? Who knows? These things were made up and thought up by people that are just like me and you. Just because they think it makes you cool doesn't mean it does. And what is the definiton of cool? Wearing name brands. Having a "tight" car? Wearing new shoes? There is no one definition if any at all.

Then why do teenagers try to fit in so much? Because it's self conciousness. It's the "cool" thing to do. It is what gets you accepted and in with the "in" crowd. But who really cares about that? After your 4 short years, who the hell is going to care anymore about what happened in high school. About how you were a nerd, or the shit that happened. It's all gone. No one cares. Then why do people try so hard to be so popular when in reality, no ones going to give a flying fuck? I can't answer that because I don't know the answer.

The true meaning of high school to me is knowing you have friends that care about you and will have your back with whatever comes your way. I don't care if so many people hate or dislike them, as long as I am friends with them, Only my opinion matters about them in my eyes, and no one is going to change my opnion. I try to make friends with people that I know I can be friends with for life. I don't care what they look like, what "status" they are at, or who they are friends with. All that matters to me is the connection that Me and Them make. Nothing else matters.

So many people see that to be "socially popular" You have to have the clothes, the hair, play sports, be a cheerleader, and party. SO WRONG! I have lived the life of a prep. DAILY I am labeled and harassed for who I am. People judge me before they even know me. You'd think people wouldn't be so judgemental of what they DO NOT know, but the sad truth is our society is failing day after day.

Things today are so much harder than they used to be. Your parents tell you " Well when I was your age.." stories, but nothing compares to the Generation of today. Things are many times worse for the mere fact of the violence and hatred that has been formed. People are daily given hassels for the way they look; Physically. If you are over-weght you get name calling which is very UNECESSARY! If you wore glasses, you are considered a "nerd" or a "dork" which today we think is cute if we say oh " I'ma dork", but the fact is, many people are called these names and are offended by it. If you wear the "wrong" clothes or if they are not "Name Brand" your considered poor and people talk about your clothes, "omg did you see what that girl/guy was wearing? what were they thinking?!?!"

Our own opinions of other people will always be there. There OUR opinions. But sometimes the things we say, we say without thinking. We need to realize that when we are trying to be "cool" and " accpeted" with our friends by making fun of other people, we need to think before we speak because we don't know that person, we don't know thei life story, and we don't know how bad it hurts them. We don't want to be the cause of someone ending their life because they can't take it anymore. The pain seeps in and the urge takes over. In the end, It's always the pain that gets the best of us. Always.
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Sad news is, I won't be able to get on an internet as much as I did before, things have had happen. I hope you guys understand what I'm trying to say and I really appreciate all your support throughout these years.
Thank you. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1702207/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1702207/ Sun, 18 Jan 2004 19:08:37 PST
The fact that "everyone has a place" that brings me to my next issue. This is the conflict between conflicting groups. In most cases the differences in beliefs or tendencies between one group will almost surely cause friction in another group. In doing so the conflict is justified in the eyes of either group, and the conflict intensifies into what could be called in essence a battle between differing social views. In most cases these conflicts are small and relatively easily solved. Compromise to end the affliction is usually seen as a good will gesture and carried out as such.

In some extreme cases these conflicts could in a large scale, easily get out of hand. We can easily see this in looking at two prominent hate groups, the Ku Klux Klan and the Black Panthers. However unnecessary this analogy may be, it is worth mentioning as it signifies the process in which two conflicting groups encounter friction which becomes anger, and then rage. The process itself is not dangerous. It is when individuals make the choice to go from words to actions, and in doing so the others seeking acceptance in the group follow the leaders actions. And so forth in the opposite crowd. In most cases it is the choices of the few that ultimately affect many. In a society overcrowded with conformist there can be no other result.

It seems that in the present time, even the rebels who deviate from conventional thinking and beliefs could come together in the masses. If one rebels against everything he/she still has others beside him or her doing the same. When we look at the present groups as compared to those of twenty years ago we find that in most cases you could find a croup even then to match your current beliefs. It seems in a world full of conformist we must accept the idea that no matter the intensity of our deviation from what could be called normal beliefs, we are still following the ever-present example of a past presence.

In accepting our need for acceptance we understand that while we may be rejected by some, the good will and compromise of others makes it possible for us to survive. The only thing to consider is what compromises to make, and what other actions can be taken for the followers of today to realize what implications the decisions of the few may have. And in a world full of followers we ourselves must accept acceptance as a process of living... only remembering what we ourselves wish to conform to, and that it is our beliefs that effect our actions. Choose your group based upon what it is you look for in life, and avoid friction whenever possible.
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Saturday night Campus Party

Aside to that, I went to a surprise birthday party that a friend of mine threw for her friend on Saturday night. Suffice it to say, I went along with 3 of my friends and drove up to University of Toronto, Missisauga campus which turns out to be an hour drive.
Once we got there, the place was packed with all these students from the school, well, probably some of them are not even attending the campus.
Anyway, we were introduced to various people and since we didn't know that you're supposed to bring your own drink, we went back and scouted for a beer store. It took us quite some time due to the "wrong" direction we were provided. But alas, we came back with a few drinks.

After about 10mins of mingling [ha, if that was even appropriate], these girls started laying down some shot cups on the carpeted floor in which right after, they poured down a Coffee Liquer, which I found out later on in the kitchen. Before they start the "game" , one of the girls announced whoever wants to try the shot, should kneel down on one of the cups and be ready to chug it down. I think they call this game "Blowjob" because you're not allowed to use your hand. Not knowing of this, I hesitantly approach one and looked around if anyone wanted to take it. Out of the crowd, this tall guy... ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1690814/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1690814/ Fri, 16 Jan 2004 15:18:49 PST
What I find most fascinating is that in this new era, tentatively titled both the Information Age and the Communication Age, young people growing up in this era seem the *most* unwilling to take in new information (unless it comes in the form of an easily digestible music video or a super-trendy cable documentary of a guy with a neat accent pissing off crocs for an hour), and the level of communication in the Communication Age seems to be *degrading*, making that era name a little too ironic for my comfort.

The internet, even with its Flash web content and its snazzy graphics and the lightning-fast broadband connections to download it all at eye-blink speed, is still primarily a textual medium--e-communication, by its very definition, is text-based. We have e-mail (which is text), chat rooms (which are text), instant messaging (which is text), message boards (which are text), and, of course--the lifeblood of the internet--websites (which, no matter how much Macromedia or Dreamweaver or PhotoShop play a part, are still primarily text). But the more a fixture the internet becomes, and the more children and adolescents grow toward adulthood surfing its ubiquitous tides, the less tolerant of text they seem to become. They want an idea summed up in ten words or less, no matter how much is lost or how useless the idea becomes when dumbed-down and trickled out to that bite-sized a level. They want ideas *fed* to them, instead of having to exert a bit of effort to attain them (even the simple and readily available effort of just reading--an ability they ought to be *thankful* for, considering how extremely widespread illiteracy used to be even just less than a century ago).

On top of this, the impatient, "I want it right now in ten words or less" people have begun to develop a marked impatience with words themselves; they can't be bothered to type out the three full letters of the word "you" when one keystroke will give them "u," and a five-letter word like "later" positively gives them fits, so they throw in a number and get "l8r" in just three keystrokes. Cutesy internet slang like this is fine in small doses, and certain well-known acronyms like BTW [by the way], LOL [laughing out loud], and BRB [be right back] can indeed be helpful, especially in chatrooms and instant messages, where speed of reply can be important, but to habitually type out entire sentences and paragraphs purely in Net-slang is a bit ridiculous, not to mention far more of a head-ache inducer than my trademark epic posts. Yet it seems that Net slang abbreviations are becoming increasingly prevalent with the ever-impatient children of the Communication Age, so that most of them now seem to have entirely forgotten how to write in actual English sentences; and when they *do* try to write in actual English sentences, they often produce messages so unintelligible they're positively maddening. And as an English major seeking a B.A. in English myself, that makes me very sad indeed. As a writer, their flat-out refusal to read makes me even sadder.

I simply have to wonder at the state of humanity when in a text-driven form of communication, most people can't be bothered to read more than a few lines of text at a time. It has been theorized that e-mail and other internet communication is bringing about the speedy death of the art of letter-writing, and I have to wonder if perhaps, as the symptoms seem to indicate, an even larger death is actually imminent: the death of communication itself. How useful is communication when the listeners are too impatient to hear the whole of the message? How precise is communication when the audience demands that it be dumbed-down, wrung-out, and pre-chewed down to the bare skeleton of the idea being conveyed? We may be gaining efficiency, but we're losing far more--nuance, feeling, precision, and completeness, among countless other things. And the efficiency we seem to be gaining may actually only be a facade, while we're actually losing it instead.

I'm reminded of an episode of King of the Hill that I recently watched, in which there was a severe drought and all of Arlen, TX had to ration water. O... ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1686767/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1686767/ Thu, 15 Jan 2004 18:46:37 PST
Think my ideas are stupid? Look around you. Watch people. They do anything for escape. Watch movies, religion, anything to just escape from the realization that they too, are in the dirt.

Some find an interest in life that seems to keep them going. These are the lucky ones, they truly find something in which they love and live for. It keeps them thriving and happy. The love of sports, the love of a position, love itself. If you want to enjoy life then you have to find this one thing, the one thing that will keep you up and living without biterness to the world. To find something that will keep you loving life and enjoying it to the end.

To find this is the turning point in your life. The most wonderful moment, you might not even realize when you have found it. Some don't, some do. But when you do it you have found the alteranate punchline that will allow you to laugh at the joke itself. To overcome it all and find that you have outsmarted the joke.

I have found mine after all of these years, the one thing that keeps me loving life and thriving with a smile on my face: people ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1681411/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1681411/ Wed, 14 Jan 2004 18:31:57 PST Disclaimer: This is my pathetic attempt to, in the most part, be philosophical and deep. If you do not wish to see someone who has no clue what they are talking about rambling on for a page or so, you would be well advised to leave. If your IQ is above or below 131 you may also want to leave, as reading this may cause seizures.
And please do not think of me as a negative individual after reading this journal, this is merely a shadow of my evil persona.

Life is like a beatiful rose, or a fragrant orchid that is in the midst of bloom...

If you believe what I just said, I hope that you die in a terrible industrial fire. Life isn't a happy situation, we don't live in a perfect world and you sure as hell won't see me stopping to smell all of the pretty flowers and bask in the light of nature anytime soon, in fact, you may well see the opposite. We (the human race) have perverted that which, at one point was beautiful, to the point which it is no longer recognizable to its former glory. And don't accuse me of being a tree hugging pinko commie rat, because I'm not. I pollute the environment just as much if not more than anyone else, but I don't plan on changing my evil ways anytime soon, because it just wouldn't be practical to do so.

You may wander what this has to do with the topic of "Why Am I?", well I'll tell you that it pertains to this matter in hundreds of ways, had not the Buick Skylark, with spacious back seats invented, I would never have been conceived [this is a joke, commence laughter ...now!]. In fact, had not cars, planes, and all other means of transportation been invented, my father would still be somewhere in Philippines hacking the nuts off of pigs, and my mom would most likely be dead, killed in some sort of gang related activity (with sharpened sticks instead of guns). The fact of the matter is simply that if you are under 200 or so years old, you are the product of pure unadultered evil, the vile crude leftover from so many barrels of burnt oil. We should all die, the human race is the greatest plague that has ever existed on the surface of the Earth, and at the rate, we are going we'll kill off the whole planet before Old Walt Disney gets his gonads unfrozen and starts walking around again. Do I think I'm going to be the one who will finally snap and kill us all? Far from it. I'm completely comfortable in the massive ecological niche that we have carved for ourselves, no matter what the expense is to everything else, and even the planet itself.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I'm better than all of you, because at least I know that I'm an evil, twisted chunk of waste, water and amino acids.

But hey, don't ever let anyone tell you that you'll never make a difference, because every day you are out there driving in your car or eating more than your share, every day that you waste anything you are making a bigger difference, you are helping make the world of the future a bright place, a place without humans, because we're all going to move to Uranus when we finally filled this planet up with so much junk that we couldn't bear to live here anymore.

And then for the first time in ages, the wild panda will roam unhindered, great firebreathing eagles mutated by nuclear waste will sweep from the sky, sinking their venom-tipped talons into an unsuspecting blue whale and lifting it skyward. The future is indeed bright for many, but not for the human race, as the gaseous atmosphere of Uranus will be too much for us to handle, and we will inevitably perish, leaving no more of a mark on the surface of the Earth than the great dinosaurs of the past.

I will leave you with this thought. Next time you see someone litter, congratulate them, pat them on the back and tell them how proud you are that they are going to kill us all in the end. Drive a noisy car, drive a rice rocket with performance exhaust and use leaded gasoline. Poison our water supply, piss in a river, do whatever you can to bring us endlessly closer to the ground in the downward spiral that we have no chance of pulling out of, and I'll see you in hell.

Disclaimer: The Preceding was a paid Advertisement, and does not reflect the general beliefs of todays population, nor does it hold any water when looked at in any detail. All complaints should be sent to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and any who are hung up on while calling them should email savetheplanet@doitnow.com ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1674535/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1674535/ Tue, 13 Jan 2004 14:56:40 PST
Did you watch the news today? Was some guy on a killing spree? A serial killer. Did you ever wonder if they felt any mercy for the person as they killed them, each one of them? Or maybe they were merciless and they felt nothing. Or maybe, just maybe, they are a figment of your imagination.

Did you wake up this morning or are you still dreaming? Or are you possibly in a computer generated and controlled world that will keep you there until you wake up, like in the movie the Matrix?

Are people fond of you or do people hate you? Maybe as you were walking past that person this morning and you said "Hi" and they smiled and waved back, they were just doing it to make you go away. Or maybe they have a crush on you. Maybe, in the middle of that movie you were watching in English class, there was a subliminal message that said "FOOD" and so you thought you were hungry.

Is there really an afterlife or do you just die and cease to exist? A Heaven? A Hell? And ghosts. Are they there? Are they what give you the shivers when you're waking up in the middle of the night, wondering if someone is lurking around the corner? Aliens? Do they exist or are they just some media generated piece of America's collection of dreams? If they do exist, are they of higher level of intelligence, lower, or the same? Would they be out to harm us, be friendly, or just be like us? Would they be us? Maybe they have blue skin, twenty tentacles on their head, and purple hair. Or maybe they look just like us and exist in some far corner of the universe. And, yes, the universe. Have you ever thought about how far the universe goes? Does it ever end? Maybe if one went far enought they'd reach some place of being beyond a human's comprehension? Wormholes also referred to as "black holes", there is a theory that states that if someone were to be sucked into one that they would be "spaghettified" meaning that they would be stretched into an impossible length to be accomplished on earth. If they were to also be sucked through to the other end, would they end up at another place in time, maybe 100,000 years in the future or 200,000 years in the past? Black holes have such a strong gravitational force that they suck light away. Where does the light go?

Where do all the missing socks in the dryer go? If you could go back to being a baby in your mother's womb, would you be able to realize what was going on and would you remember it for the rest of your life or for a short period of time? If you went back in time to the age of two years, by the time you got to the age of 16, would you be any smarter? Or would everything simply be remedial? Just a thought for those of you out there who haven't really sat down and had a good thought today... ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1665659/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1665659/ Sun, 11 Jan 2004 20:43:47 PST
As it seems to be, and what I have noticed since becoming a member on deviantart is that people are more decent than society builds them up to be. If you look at people through societies views it will be seen that society views teenagers between the ages of 16 and 19 as lovesick, hormonal, sex craved youths that can't speak their mind when asked to. Now I'm not trying to be cynical in this point of view but in my experience I have seen this behaviour all around me, from teachers, strangers, and even my own parents. Some days the inexcusable lack of respect that we get from our incoherent superiors just drives the youth of today to the point of drinking, doing drugs, smoking and defying superior intellect and control.

We shouldn't have to see our elders as anything but respectful guardians of our well-being and mental nurturing. Why is it that this barrier break down of communication between youths and their elders is so hard to side step? We shouldn't have to avoid talk about sex, relationships or any other personal "teenage" issue with our parents no matter how gaudy it sounds to think about. Parents tend to be more understanding than we build them up to be. If not for that lack of communication, who knows the possibilities of understanding, not only in the home, but also in school and in public. We needn't hold back personal issues to discuss them only with fellow peers; we should be able to open up to our parents. As I know out there, adults who are abusive and non-understanding, no matter how much the child wants them not to be all that they are. Some people just can't handle their own situations and look at their children as a crutch of their own sanity and feel that by hurting them it's making things in their own world right.

Denying children these things is only allowing them to lash out more intently. In the nineteen years I have lived I have found so much understanding and control comes not from our teachers or parental figures but from each other as groups. I have seen bright people in places not thought to see such intellect. In school you see people split off into sanctions of popularity, leaving those who know not how to stand up for their rights to be hidden in the shadows in their remaining school years, infringing upon their rights to speak out at all. We shut them down when they even begin to voice their opinion no matter how understanding it may be. Even those popular people not sticking together and splitting into different groups, or even could be said genre's. Ranging from hip-hop, to skid, to skater, to prep to average. I noticed that these people are more confused then what society sees them as being. What is it that makes the world come to this where communication break downs not only occur amongst teens and their elders but also amongst themselves? It sometimes feels as though the world is breaking off into tinier and tinier cliques, leaving people to do their own thing and shut the rest of the people out around them, becoming drones to the world.

I couldn't grasp an understanding on people, going from a nobody to someone who has more friends now than I did growing up. I understand now what people are about and I have respect for everyone. Although we are becoming more de-sensitized as the year's progresses, I believe that those few people who choose to voice their opinions and be heard are making all the difference. I am glad that I fell upon deviantart or more commonly known as the DA for the simple reason that I would have been denied the chance to meet those people that I have and see for myself that at times I am not the only one feeling the repression that I feel. I have been able to discuss things with others like me and not have to worry about their genre in this stage of life. I feel that I can open up with people to things like ex's hurting me or just about interests and finding common grounds. Thank you DA, you have done yourself out. What other site allows people to be judge of others and communicate with those people as well, not only through IM but through the forums as well. Thank you to all the members I have not had the pleasure to talk with, you are all people, and deserve the respect of a person, don't let life's bump's take you down the wrong road. But that's possibly a different article all together. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1660422/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1660422/ Sat, 10 Jan 2004 23:24:38 PST
We as a race think we are civilized. Yet are we, are we civilized? Who are we to make that call? We run around everyday scattering from place to place trying to get things done. We say we are civilized but we are the only animals that kill of fun, they say guns don't kill people, that people kill people, come on let's get real people with guns kill people! We fill our lives with all this useless clutter of technology, and erecting sculptures that scrape the sky, making huge machines that fly, running through a city of nameless faces and tearing down all the historic places. Our lives are filled with chaos, and debauchery, we like to point and judge! We are the epitome of hypocrisy. Always eating fast food, constantly on the run (gotta take care of number 1). When we take a minute to stop and look we can't answer the question of who and why!

I think we, as a people need to slow down. Take a minute, relax, and Take the long way home for once. So many people go through life and don't see what is right in front of them; open your eyes see what's out there. Ask your neighbour how he or she is doing. Eat well! Enjoy a beer once and a while, take a picture. Take the day off.

Time will heal all wounds, one of the hardest lessons I have ever learned in life is that no matter what happens to you, and no matter how shitty you feel is that no matter what, life always goes on. No matter what happens don't let yourself get overwhelmed (it's not worth your time). Walk through your fears, if your afraid of doing something and it makes you awkward, just do it, do it afraid walk through your fears, (it's ok to be afraid) you'll be stronger for having done so. Let go of the past, (regret and resentment will own you if you let them) yet learn from your mistakes... Most of important of all make a few good friends! In the end your friends are all you have. You can always get another car, but you can't always replace a friend.

I don't know, these are just some of my thoughts, some of the way I see the world. Who am I to talk though, who am I to judge? Who am I? Who's to say what is right or wrong in this tipsy toppsy world?
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Here is something I wrote for my English class. I'm not much of a poet but heck I tried.

Who am I?
The answer lies deep within.
Who can read the vast twistings of the mind,
constructed so careful as to hide all and none.

My lives are many, but yet one
I wear different faces for different people
To some I appear mild and meek,
to others harsh and abrasive.
Some find me warm and friendly,
while others see me as cold and distant.

Which one is the real me?
A simple question without a single answer.
All and none and a little and much and few and many and nearly and hardly and so on and so on
These make up me.

And who are you?
You are not me, that I can see
If I cannot define me,
then how can I describe you?
Words alone cannot depict what I see,
nor can they show the "real" you.
I'm afraid that we're just strangers
crossing paths at night,
both blind to the other and to themselves ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1650205/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1650205/ Thu, 08 Jan 2004 19:50:12 PST
Everyone has seen these ads, which hit smokers right where it hurts: "Smoking turns you into a leper! Evil Tobacco Companies add nuclear waste, feline vomit, uranium, and shredded Enron documents to their tobacco products!" " Oh, my!" says the smoker. "I don't want to keel over and die suddenly! In fact, I will quit eating foods with monosodium glutamate, living near a freeway, and swapping spit with AIDS patients!" Having made the decision that they want to live a more healthy lifestyle, they begin listening to the news and reading the paper - whereupon they find out that alcohol, in moderation, leads to improved cardiovascular health. So these reformed smokers have a few drinks and hop into their gas-guzzling SUV's and head off to the local GNC, leaving huge clouds of deadly carbon monoxide in their wake. They're also swerving from the effects of their happy, healthy hearts, and they accidentally run over poor little Johnny's dog.

Yeah, drinking kills animals. You wind up killing 'em, or at least getting 'em really mad. Smokey the Bear would be very angry at me for endorsing cigarette use. As every Smokey the Bear follower knows, if you're smoking while you're driving around, you're gonna toss that butt out the window and burn 22 trillion acres of forest land, killing Bambi and Thumper in the process. And even if you don't burn all of that land with the tossed cigarette, you're still polluting, thereby pissing off Woodsy the Owl. So if you smoke, you're pissing off an owl or a bear. F**king quit it! This, however, represents a conflict of interest when animals like Joe Camel and the Virginia Slims Vaginasaurus endorse tobacco use. When animals can't agree with each other, it's hard to find motivation to quit (or start) smoking. The incentive to start or continue smoking is tremendous, especially when we've got issues like overpopulation to worry about.

Smokers kill themselves, and they kill other people; therefore they are a valuable commodity in the "stop cramming the planet full of mooching idiots" campaign. These anti-tobacco ads could cause serious damage to the crusades of anti-overpopulation organizations. That's okay, however, because overpopulation is a myth - we can never have enough people fighting for religious freedom, political beliefs, natural resources, soccer matches, or urban territory. Werd. Despite what Jack Nicholson says in "A Few Good Men", these anti-tobacco organizations think you CAN handle the truth. And sometimes, the truth hurts. "HOLY CRAP!!" you say, in disbelief. "Tobacco is grown with soil, sunlight, and water! These are the same elements that also grow poison ivy, venus flytraps, stinging nettle, and spinach!! There is definitely some sort of conspiracy at hand!" So, knowing the dangers of smoking, I urge you to Smoke Responsibly.

You can Smoke Responsibly by following these simple rules:

* Don't throw your cigarette butts out the car window, you're gonna make the animals mad.
* If you're going to smoke more than one or two cigarettes in a single night, consider handing your car keys over to a trusted friend or family member.
* Put the seat back down after you smoke.
* Discourage the people around you from becoming second-hand smoke addicts.
* Smoke only around those people who have different religious beliefs, inferior ethnicities, or belong to a " lower" social class. And for you non-smokers, remember: the light at the end of the tunnel might be a smoldering cigarette butt. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1640693/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1640693/ Tue, 06 Jan 2004 21:01:16 PST
Basically it comes down to this... I've been lamenting that stupid people piss me off and have been driving me crazy, but that's not true. I've been annoyed, angered and beleagured by those who just do not THINK. This is a huge pet peeve of mine. The human race, particularly the population of the United States, is often perceived as consisting primarily of morons. I don't think this is the case... we just do not THINK. This is not entirely our fault, though, because we are not encouraged to think for ourselves. When we were small children, we would constantly ask "Why?" For many of us, this was our second word, right after "No" . Unfortunately, somewhere between the age of 5 and the age of the age of 13, " Why" with its accompanying wondering expression, full of aching to learn and understand, is changed to "What?", accompanied by looks of disinterest and apathy, simply hoping to get away and go play video games or some other mind-numbing activity. How is the question why conditioned out of us? This is the single most powerful word in the english language. "Why" opens up whole world of understanding and thought and learning. So does how and where, and even sometimes what, but why somehow seems more powerful, it can only be answered by a doorway to understanding something new.

But in school, if you really think about it, we aren't really encouraged to think for ourselves so much as memorize and digest prepackaged notions, ideas, and conclusions. Some of us are lucky enough to have the instructors who encourage you to come to your own conclusions and make up your own mind. Evil as they seem at the time, essay questions are an essential tool to this practice. Looking back, I weep for all the essays and research papers I avoided.

When you leave school and enter the " real world", we still aren't really encouraged to think independently or for ourselves. Our bosses, the media, the government, and yes, the churches, the message from them all seems to be " trust us, we know what's best for you" as they feed us their own conclusions, ideas, and versions of "the truth". The media in particular seems to perceive the average person, especially the average american, as a lemming, basically. And all our lives we are conditioned to become these lemmings.

Am I saying there's a global conspiracy to turn our brains into mush so that we can be more easily controlled? Well... not really. Am I saying that alot of people would prefer the power, ideas, and decisions in their hands where they can control it rather than having all of us thinking for ourselves and making our own conclusions and decisions. Yeah, I spose I am. It's not an evil plan, but it does make it easier to make money or keep your political power or advance a personal cause when you're thinking for everyone else. like i said, no evil, just common sense... I wish we all had more of it.

And I am definitely not saying that teachers want to control children's minds. When you're small you need to learn the basics before you even know what you're thinking about. When you're older, the teachers are fighting what is widely perceived as a losing battle... They are competing with tv, video games, the opposite sex, sports, sometimes even drugs, for your attention... one can get burnt out and disillusioned very quickly and just give up. For those educators who don't give up and are able to get through, my hat is off to you... you are indeed the unsung heroes of this world.

Anyway, here is my proposition for you all... next time you hear something, ask "why".... rather than letting someone else think for you, think for yourself.... yes, it could prove tough at times, but it is highly worth it. I will do my best to follow my own advice. *sheepish grin*

As my new year's resolution, I will try to - rather than getting annoyed - try to keep in mind that we are encouraged to take the easy way out and not think, just do, and let someone else do the thinking for us and try to find a way to encourage someone to think in a polite way, rather than the rude way I tend to be, since I'm such a heartless bastard.

If you've made it this far, I thank you for reading and ask you to not necessarily agree with me, but think about what I said. If you do that, I will be the happiest cracker in the world. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1628899/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1628899/ Sun, 04 Jan 2004 14:36:37 PST
That above understanding of what I felt myself turning into was the cataclysm of the year. See, I don't like to think of things in anything more than a year, and I couldn't explain to you why. It's not a fear of time passing, or a fear of commitment, as I'm very fond of the idea of lengthy periods of time, it's just, I suppose, that I realize that one major, life-changing event will occur at least once a year until you're no longer living. Because I'm such an understanding, introspective individual, I can also see that I'm digressing.

It's been a long time since I've written anything that didn't directly relate to the relationships I was experiencing at that point, and even then it was very informal, loose writing that really didn't qualify much as writing. So as I'm typing, with the TV on in the background, trying to concentrate on keeping style aligned with the academic and personal expression. It isn't easy and I'm struggling with that, as well as coming up with more sentences to describe exactly what I meant by the opening paragraph.

I think the best way to explain what it is to speak empty words would be to give an example. Take your local, small-town Baptist preacher and listen to him rouse the masses with his hellfire-and-brimstone sermons about sinning and saving, then discover that every Sunday after he eats the meal his plump, devoted wife puts on the table, he takes a trip to the closest town under the guise of 'helping out a lost lamb' to spend a delightful 2 hours bouncing on his mistress, "Fornication Fanny". After this information comes to your ears, after knowing that your own devoutly religious messenger of the Word of God plays hide the salami with a woman who is not his spouse, would you be able to really hear what he has to say while at the pulpit? Would you be able to hide the sneer of disgust, the rolling of the eyes in disdain for his hypocrisy? Would the words he formerly preached to you as a man of the cloth have any meaning at all knowing that all he's doing is telling you what he's been taught to tell you?

Speaking without saying a word is a form of pseudo-expression that has unfortunately conquered the globe. So few people can break into a diatribe of some random subject while making sure that every single thing we say is something that we really believe in. The problem isn't vocabulary, etymology or correct usage; the problem is that we lack faith in what we say. This is why politicians are so famous for their long speeches about reform and tax breaks and taking care of the kids through better education that sound great so long as you're not looking to believe them.

What is the point of speaking with absolutely no conviction? You might as well have a conversation with a cheap tin ashtray from Burger King - at least it's not pretending to be something it's not. It won't lie to your face under a mask of honesty. It won't even tell you how great it would be to hear you speak of things in which you really believe.

Do I realize my own hypocrisy in writing such a pretentious volume of self-righteous garbage? I absolutely do. This is why, in my opening statement, I said that I realized what I was becoming - a politician, an unfaithful preacher, an everyday Joe just vying with the rest of the crowd for attention. I also realize, however, that because I've realized it I have the power to change that about myself. What about you? ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1620343/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1620343/ Fri, 02 Jan 2004 17:42:28 PST
Let`s say you happen to break up with your boyfriend or girlfriend. Do you still love them? Does he or she still love you? If that is a no, then it couldn`t have been TRUE love. Of course there are always exceptions to that statement. But if things just didn`t look like they had a future, then it wasn`t real love. You cannot know someone one day be their signifigant other the next, and then after things are over not "love" them anymore. That`s not how it works.

People always ask, "How do I know when I`m in love?". And the other person always answers, "You just know". That is true, but how do you know? Does it give you that warm fuzzy feeling inside when you`re around them? Does it make you sick to your stomach when you aren`t around them? Puppy love

Being in love truly takes time. Why rush yourself into something when the outcome could be you getting hurt? Especially girls. Girls tend to get attached to people easily, and feelings always take over. Can`t help it, but you can`t let that get in the way.

Statistics show that now more than 60% of married couples get divorced. The question is, why? What goes wrong? There are lots of things. Maybe their spouse cheats on them. What happened? The love was no longer there. That`s why you should always take your time. Don`t ever rush yourself into something that could get messy.

Here is some advice to ALL of you, men and women. This advice was given to me a while ago, so it`s time to pass it on. Make a list of 10 (or more) qualities that you want or are looking for in that special someone.

For example, non-smoker, understanding, tall, etc. Keep this list in your wallet, or some place where you won`t lose it. Then when you go out on dates, get to know this person. Ask questions. Then go to your list, and think back to that person. See if they meet up to each of your qualities on your list. If they don`t, then why waste anymore time? If you put it down as something you WANT or need in someone, then obviously it`s what you want.

I believe there is someone out there for everyone. It is just your job to find it. So don`t spend your life with the wrong person, just take your time to find the right person.

And last but not least... You cannot love someone else, unless you love yourself.

That is my whole opinion on love. If you have any comments on it, just mail me. I`d be happy to talk about it. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1595301/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1595301/ Sun, 28 Dec 2003 16:30:45 PST
In order to become a successful cynic, one must establish clear opinions on everything. You might think this would require actual thinking, but you’re wrong. I find it doesn’t really matter what you think – just pick the opposite of what everybody else thinks. You can also save yourself from the tedium of research by simply making up facts. If anyone contradicts you, call them “naive” or “ignorant.” This brings us to the first rule of cynicism:

Cynic Rule #1: Everybody else is wrong.

Remember, this includes people who agree with you. Make sure your arguments aren’t coherent enough to allow any real debate. If it seems like you’re stuck, try switching sides and then denying your earlier position.

Cynic Rule #2: You are an expert on everything.

As long as you don’t have a problem with lying and taking quotes out of context this one is pretty easy.

Cynic Rule #3: The position being taken by the opposition is directly responsible for everything from terrorism to the time you fell off your bike in second grade.

The really fun part of being a cynic lies in blame shifting. With a dash of pseudo-intellectualism and a pinch of evidence, you can make it seem like Mother Theresa was responsible for World War II. This one can take a while to master, so be sure to practice at home in front of a mirror. If you just can’t seem to pull it off, resort to insulting the physical appearance of your opponent.

Cynic Rule #4: Always belittle your opponent.

Suggested insults:

1. You obviously have no idea what you’re talking about….. fatass.
2. Go read a book you f—king illiterate moron.
3. That would be true… if you weren’t so ugly. Christ, seriously, you should wear a mask or something.
4. No offense, but (insert horribly offensive comment here). Example: “No offence, but is that your face or is did something die a horrible death while crawling into your shirt?”

Belittling your opponent is key in establishing your intellectual superiority. For this reason you should probably stick to easy targets like fat chicks. Nerds might seem like easy targets, but don’t be fooled by their soft, pudgy exterior! Many a cynic has been ruined by their uncanny sarcastic wit.

Overall, if you have relatively good hair and a can-do attitude, you won’t have much trouble becoming a cynic. The most important thing to remember is however inane your points, however half-assed you arguments, as long as you pick people stupider than you to pick on nobody will know. Stupid people aren’t hard to identify, look for people with “WWJD” bracelets or spike necklaces. Both Christians and Goths are fairly easy targets for the well-practiced cynic. Keep this in mind and maybe someday you can have a satisfying relationship with a pet iguana or something. Good luck! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1561093/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1561093/ Sat, 20 Dec 2003 17:17:41 PST So anyway, I will pursue this hobby and make it as a career and I wouldn't have gone this far because of you guys. thank you all for the never-ending comments and support.
Happy Holidays! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1549458/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1549458/ Wed, 17 Dec 2003 19:06:21 PST Here it is [link]
I took alot of pictures with it right away and it's not that bad
Anyhow, I got like about 40 shots since Monday and since I have an upgrade on my CPU, I didn't had the chance to upload them 'till now.

The thing is, should I post ALL of em or wait for antoher day to resume uploading? I feel like posting them all on before something BAD happens to my picture. So yeah, I think I'll post them ALL for tonight and see if I can get more pictures before the holiday starts. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1546726/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1546726/ Wed, 17 Dec 2003 16:30:53 PST Thank you for your understanding.
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Dec/17/03

I have now access to my computer and my files. And let me tell ya, I am excited to post these incoming bundle of pictures that I have taken recently at around my school, mostly my friends at class.
The camera that I have used is a Canon Powershot A100. The quality is a whopping 1.2 Mega Pixels, 3.2x Digital Zoom and it's my christmas present from my brother. I still prefer my Fjuifilm Finepix but I have to check this out. The following pictures that I will be posting are taken with this camera.
Hope you like it. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1536839/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1536839/ Mon, 15 Dec 2003 04:52:05 PST
The question lingering on all of your minds is problably, "But Mike! How did a toddler manage to get enough strength to heave an orange at your head with his tiny arms?!?!" The answer is simple: Rosie O'Donell. Moving on....

Naturally my first instinct was to throw the nearest object, a car, at the kid. But instead I contained my rage, and went over to talk to the devil child. Of course the little child was sitting, unattended, on his lawn with a bag of oranges and those "pok-e-mon" dolls. The conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Hey! You just threw an orange at my head! I'm quite offended and demand an apology!
Devil child: Gahghshghgghggggaaah. (then he crapped in his diaper)

This was the last draw, I had to take action! So, I ran home crying and have hated children ever since.

If you missed the moral to the story (that means you're stupid), it is this: Rosie O'Donell is very fat. Alt. conclusion: If you missed the moral to the story (that means you're stupid), it is this: Law and Order is the only classy show on TV, and mothers should watch it instead of creating orange-heaving spawns of satan. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1534933/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1534933/ Sun, 14 Dec 2003 17:16:01 PST [link]
The cause of why I haven't been getting comments on any of my new deviations.
Please check my new deviations. Thanks. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1524099/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1524099/ Fri, 12 Dec 2003 04:43:12 PST n. Slang
A person who is accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits but is felt to be socially inept.

The term itself, "nerd," is ambiguous by nature--subject to several different interpretations according to society's current trends. I have found it necessary to clarify one of the definitions of the word. Most people tend to associate it negatively with unattractive males or females with thick glasses and unkempt hair, wearing tapered jeans and a Star Trek t-shirt. It is true that many "nerdy" individuals fit the latter part of the description, however this stereotype eliminates the possibility that physically appealing persons are also capable of being labeled as "nerds".

The former aspect of "nerd" includes defining it as one being competent and successful in "scientific or technical pursuits". I consider this part of the definition to be highly commendable. It is very well possible that the archetypal nerd is, in fact, not capable of attaining such triumphs. I find it to be quite rude that these imposters are acquiring the praise deserved of the "nerdy" but attractive (and therefore not nerdy according to society) individuals.

The second part of the definition refers to a feeling of inability to fit in the social world. Those who opt to detach themselves are able to evade being subjected to the daily stresses of society's misconceptions. Perhaps a person supports the transcendentalist emphasis on individualism and chooses to isolate himself/herself from others, just as Henry David Thoreau did at Walden Pond. Thoreau is regarded today as a man of incredible action of an inspiring philosophy credible to Ralph Waldo Emerson. Therefore, being " socially inept" cannot be such a dreadful existence if students are being taught to extol such behavior in English class.

I, personally, advocate the usage of the word in question in a positive light. I consider myself proud to be an upstanding pillar of the nerd community. I am often offended to find that the popular response to my acknowledgment is "Aw, you're not a nerd! Don't say that!" or something similar. I work hard to be in good academic standing. I revel in my ability to succeed where my peers have not. I enjoy spending time by myself and having few friends. I am a nerd, boasting no articles of clothing that bear the Star Trek insignia. Yet, I do not appear to be a typical nerd.

I find it difficult to fathom how people can be so hidebound as to believe that the stereotype for the " typical nerd" is a reality. I honestly see it as an issue of ignorance and can only hope that society will reach a unanimous epiphany, thereby viewing the term "nerd" literally, as per the aforementioned definition. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1513944/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1513944/ Tue, 09 Dec 2003 21:12:10 PST

OR



You can only answer one so pick your choice, wisely.
Me, I'd prefer to because this guy is uber cute!

And... poll starts...NOW ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1509313/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1509313/ Tue, 09 Dec 2003 16:10:17 PST
So yeah, I probably won't be able to upload new scanned photos from the shoot until I get this virus exterminated.
Sorry guys, you won't see me in awhile
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GOOD NEWS! I got my computer fixed I've been tweaking and curing and hoping to resolve this problem and alas, I've finally did it. This is the virus that nearly got me provoke to buy a new computer [link]
Anyways, back to normal now, I will be posting new pictures. Thanks for the support guys! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1501654/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1501654/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 09:17:06 PST
Every morning, I wake, shower, dress and sit with a cup of hot choc in front of the television for some quiet time to relax and get ready for the day. I have found myself more often infuriated than relaxed, more often going to work in a rage instead of calm. I blame television.

When I was young, turning the television on at 6 AM would yield one of two possible fruits: Either I would find myself looking at a still photo of a flag or I’d be watching the farm report. Now, with the dominance of infomercials and cable, I can watch VH1 showing the latest Goo Goo Dolls or Dave Matthews Band insanity, the ProActiv acne solution or, most alarmingly, the ad for the "Girls Gone Wild" series.

It is about these girls, apparently gone wild, that I wish to write this week.

For those of you who have been living off-world and managed to escape the " Girls Gone Wild" phenomenon, let me describe it: Some enterprising people take a video camera to Mardi Gras, nightclubs and frat parties, and watch " normal girls" get "wild."

These girls, it is stressed, are "not models or actresses." One can only guess that they are strippers who have become so defeated that they no longer claim to be either. Heavily made up, heavily augmented, and dressed in animal prints that no animal would be willing to claim, these women express their " wildness" by making faux-lesbian love on the dance floor, pulling their pants down to reveal the waistbands of their thongs, and, repeatedly and emphatically, showing their breasts.

Interspersed among this wildness are interviews with pathetic, fat teenage boys claiming that their girls are the wildest, do the wildest things and have gone irrevocably wild. Then they chug a beer and go to their rooms to frag away on "Quake III."

The first thing that occurs to me is the hollowness of the word "wild" in our generation, and how little it means. There was a time when wildness and savagery implied a discarding of civilization and its accessories, for both good and bad. It meant living in nature, free of the constructed responsibilities of the city.

We invented videotapes and decided wildness meant pinching one’s nipples so that they could be seen through a shirt. We think getting in touch with the fundamental essence of the human animal lies in sex for sex’s sake, drinking for drunkenness’ sake. We have decided the unadorned core of humanity lies in activity that justifies itself - that life is meaningless and is justified only by itself.

When I see the "Girls Gone Wild" jiggling their breasts to a bad techno, what I see is a depressingly empty account of our souls. I also find myself aroused, which is the other thing that bothers me.

Words cannot adequately express how embarrassed I feel when I realize how perfectly easy the male attention is to snare. We can be caught in any thrall that has pert breasts and a bottom, and it drives me absolutely crackers to realize this.

Girls Gone Wild? More like Guys Gone Stupid.

There is no reason for this drive. The urge sparked by the sight of the female body has no endpoint--it can never be satisfied. It isn’t even a motivation that can be completely explained. Men don’t want to possess the female body. They don’t just want to be near one. It’s not even accurate to say that the sexual act satisfies sexual attraction, because the former simply intensifies the latter.

It’s not as if the female body is useful. Breasts will never drive you to the airport, or keep you company. You won’t find a woman’s bottom helping you change a tire or boosting your Trivial Pursuit team to victory. And yet we very much desire these body parts, independent of the occupying soul.

We just want - with no logic, no reason, no meaning and no satisfaction. We don’t know why we want, or even what it is we want. We just perceive the female form, and we feel desire without anchor. It is the thrall of the purely biological, and it is wilder than any party or beer bong.

So I’ve found early morning television and, particularly, "Girls Gone Wild" has evoked more contemplation than I expected. In it I see my generation’s perception of wildness, and how far split from primal nature it is. And I simultaneously see the true evidence of our wildness, how it totally seizes the male mind without heed of logic. The truth is that while the video may claim... ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1493047/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1493047/ Fri, 05 Dec 2003 07:35:02 PST
Patty: My name is Patty. I'll be testing you. When you do good, I use the green pen. When you do bad, I use the red pen. Any questions?
Otto: Yea, one. Have you always been a chick? I mean, I, I y'know don't want to offend you, but you were born a man, weren't you? You can tell me, I'm open-minded.
Patty: (drops green pen) I won't be needing this.
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(The shopkeeper hands Homer a Krusty doll)
Shopkeeper: Take this object, but beware, it carries a terrible curse!
Homer: Ooooh, that's bad.
Shopekeeper: But it comes with a free frogurt!
Homer: That's good.
Shopkeeper: The frogurt is also cursed.
Homer: That's bad.
Shopkeeper: But you get your choice of topping.
Homer: That's good.
Shopkeeper: The toppings contain potassium benzoate.
(Homer stares at the shopkeeper, not comprehending what this means.)
Shopkeeper: That's bad.
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Bart: I'd sell my soul for a formula one racing car.
(The Devil Flanders appears.)
Devil Flanders: Heh, heh, heh, that can be arranged.
Bart: Changed my mind. Sorry.
(The Devil Flanders vanishes.)
Bart: Cool.
Marge: Bart! Stop pestering Satan!
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Carl: Oh, no! He's going over the falls!
Lenny: Oh, good! He snagged that tree branch!
Carl: Oh, no! The branch broke off!
Lenny: Oh, good. He can grab onto them pointy
rocks.
Carl: Oh, no! The rocks broke his arms and legs!
Lenny: Oh, good! Those helpful beavers are swimming out to save him!
Carl: Oh, no! They're biting him! And stealing his pants!
Smithers: Good lord! He'll be sucked into the turbine!
Mr. Burns: Smithers, who was that corpse?
Smithers: Homer Simpson. sir. (sniffs) One of the finest, bravest men ever to grace Sector 7G. (he stops crying and returns to normal) I'll cross him off the list.
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(Homer arrives back in the present. The house has been transformed into a luxurious estate.)
Lisa: Are we taking the new Lexus to Aunt Patty and Selma's funeral today?
Homer: Hmm. Fabulous house, well-behaved kids, sisters-in-law dead, luxury sedan. Woo hoo! I hit the jackpot! Marge, dear. Would you kindly pass me a donut?
Marge: Donut? What's a donut?
(Homer runs back to the time toaster, screaming.)
(Marge looks out in the window and sees donuts falling from the sky.)
Marge: Hmph. It's raining again.
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It's all happened to us once before. We meet a girl we like, she starts having issues with her "asshole" boyfriend, and you're there for her emotional support. She complains about the lack of "nice guys" and how she's doomed to eternity to be without love. So, there you are, eager to jump in and save the day like some prince charming. Well, guys, this damsel in distress is better to be helped by some other poor bastard. It's like an accident on the side of the road. You act concerned for the two seconds you pass by, but you soon forget that it even happened. Your best bet is to change the subject or ignore it completely.

Now you ask yourself, what can I do to change this? The answer is simple. If you're in one of these situations, you've basically dug your own grave, and you're pretty much screwed. The only way in which to get in her pants is to be there right when something dramatic happens (grandma dying, cat in the blender, what have you). I know this may sound cynical, but the best part is, you put yourself in this situation.

I'm telling you to change your personality all together, however, you may need to tweak your game a bit. By game, I mean your approach to women (can be covered extensively in a whole other article). In brief, your goal is not to fawn at women. Women like a challenge and the way you give it to them is by acting indifferent. Yet this indifference should be met with a good amount of interest. Typical nice guy fashion would to act kind and corteous to everything a woman says. Carefully planning what to say and how not to fuck up. However, it's ok to let your guard down and tease her a bit. She won't hang to your every word. Your goal is too merely intrigue her. For example, if she tells you that you can't come home with her. DO NOT show any signs of desperation. Act indifferent or go on a polar opposite to say you hadn't planned on it or want to go home tonight, anyway. If executed properly, your chances of success have risen exponentially.

In the end, as peacemaker, the girl's asshole boyfriend is the one she returns to. He treats her like dirt, and she keeps returning for more. While you sit at home by the phone and wonder when she'll realize that you're the one for her. As guys, we must not let our general nice guy attitudes towards women interfere with our desires to date them. As always, you must put this into practice. Experience is the best teacher, and that's why I'm here to tell you about mine. The best advice I've heard was from Wayne Gretzky. The Great One once said "You miss 100% of the shots you never take." ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1479389/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1479389/ Tue, 02 Dec 2003 05:00:01 PST You can interpret my dream if you want, of course, some people are good at telling about dreams and what it means.

My dream started off as me walking down at a beach. I believe it was around noon, the sand feels normal, its gray and the water looks clear as glass. As I walk down the shoreline, I see patches of colorful crystals growing. It's like a sea-anemone [if you don't know what a sea-anemone's are, its like a plant and a part of it sticks out. you can try to "catch" the part that sticks out but usually its fast enough to get caught.] As I got closer, I realized that it's actually crystals that are growing, it comes in different colors, red, blue, purple, every color you could find in a box of crayons. I got so excited that I started plucking each one, collecting different colors as I looked around for more. And the weird thing was, I was about to kneel down and pick up an emerald one when all of the crystals I gathered turned into color pencils. I was surprised and then ..... the dream faded. I woke up and found my door open and so I got up and closed it. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1468744/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1468744/ Sat, 29 Nov 2003 21:58:39 PST ________________________________________ ___
Gunter 2 [link]
Erin 2 [link]
Erin [link]
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Will update soon. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1460525/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1460525/ Thu, 27 Nov 2003 21:27:28 PST [link] AND [link]
Finally! I thought I was going crazy with this problem. I think I've become a compulsive-obsessive on a matter of pressing the Refresh button every second. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1456276/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1456276/ Wed, 26 Nov 2003 22:06:52 PST _____________________________

Damn hidden folder
_____________________________ ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1446469/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1446469/ Mon, 24 Nov 2003 17:57:37 PST "If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?" This is where my quote came from and now the explanation has been given

Ever thought of what would happen if you strap a cat and a butter-toast back to back? Well, fear no more, here is the answer. Link provided by [link]
Thanks.
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I found this Cat Joke laying around and thought I would share it with you.

Stephen Webster recently posted a " Stephen Wright quote" that asked "If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?" After a great deal of experimentation, in which I used up two loaves of Wonder Bread, a tub of Land 'O Lakes butter, and quite a few cats, I can say that the results are inconclusive. 80% of the time, the cat landed on its feet. I suspected however that this might be due to the disproportion in the cat/buttered-toast masses. Increasing the number of slices of buttered toast as well as decreasing the size of the cat seemed to bear this supposition out. The closer the relative weights of cat:buttered toast approached 1:1, the more the initial drop configuration (ie cat up or down) seemed to influence the landing. My conclusion was that buttered toast didn't work. My observations however inspired me to try strapping two cats back-to-back and dropping them. I discovered that if you work from a sufficient height (a second-story balcony seems to do nicely), 30% of the time (on average) one of the cats landed on its feet; however in the other 70% of the trials, the two cats landed on their sides. This confirmed my observations (of the cat+buttered toast experiments) that the assemblage was capable of *rotating under its own power as it fell*. In other words, angular momentum was being generated and this suggested that, if it could be harnessed, it might prove to be a source of (relatively) clean and cheap energy. I tested this hypothesis a few times with FOUR cats strapped to a 4-by-4 beam dropped from a height of ten meters. Unfortunately the muscular energy of just four cats proved to be insufficient to cause the mass of the beam to rotate at all. An 8-cp (eight cat-power) assemblage with a four-cat array strapped at either end of such a beam should, in theory, work; but trials have revealed that, with this many cats involved, their individual efforts to land feet-first are cancelled out because the cats don't all try to right themselves in the same direction or at the same time. Although some angular motion does occur, it is erratic at best. I intend to continue this research by experimenting with lighter, composite-material beams and also with better ways of timing and coordinating cat-effort delivery and will be getting on with it just as soon as the suspicions of the neighborhood's (former) cat-owners have been allayed and a new supply of cats is available.
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Commence laughter .... NOW
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Series of my sister's portrait is up. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1425165/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1425165/ Sat, 22 Nov 2003 20:15:22 PST ________________________________________ ___________

End.
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Nov/22/2003

One More Thing

I will be posting new portraits of my fellow photographers at school. It's part of our project which are to experiment with different lighting and set ups. If you missed some of my postings, then check the gallery.
Thank you. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1416523/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1416523/ Mon, 17 Nov 2003 21:59:06 PST
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Re-update

Photography field trip tomorrow [as of now] will be taken place at Niagara Falls. Make sure to check up on my gallery as I will be posting a series. See ya guys. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1393501/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1393501/ Wed, 12 Nov 2003 20:13:00 PST Ideal Rules For the Classroom
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I was looking through my student teaching notebook, and came across something I wrote during an in service meaning. Per usual, this list is not meant to be taken at face value. It was written from a possible perspective of an overzealously strict teacher. Enjoy.
Ideal Rules For the Classroom

1.) Silence is mandatory. Any talking will be punished by three lashes with a cat 'o nine tails.
2.) All departures from a classroom shall be in a double file line. Goosestepping is optional.
3.) When the bell rings, the class sits until the teacher gives them permission to leave. All violators will be shot on sight.
4.) There will be no gum chewing. Those caught will be placed in an Iron Maiden.
5.) All students caught running in the hallway will have their shins broken.
6.) Thinking aloud will not be tolerated. All violators will be guillotined.
7.) All questioning of authority will be met with 39 lashes on the back.
8.) Fighting will be punished by having the students run the gauntlet.
9.) Free thinkers will be charged money for their thinking.
10.) Those who persist in talking will have their tongues pulled out with hot iron tongs.

These are the ideal rules for a totalitarian classroom. Of course, these rules are unconstitutional, not to mention illegal.

PS: Tell your friends to come over and read this. They might find these suitable and fair. Other than that, I'm almost at the 10k hit pageviews so keep it coming ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1362382/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1362382/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 21:58:06 PST
Imagine your camera is your easel, the film your canvas, your lenses your brushes, and the light your paint. The light comes in all types of color and quality. Even if you have crappy paint, you can still paint a beautiful picture.

The same is true for the easel. A perfectly-designed super-expensive easel, though cool, won’t make the picture look any better than if it was on you lap, it’s just easier. The canvas is important - you can make a beautiful picture on newspaper, but it won’t last long and it probably won’t look right. And Van Gogh didn’t use a 3" brush to paint his sunflowers. You need a variety of quality brushes, each for it’s own type of line or stroke. And if you can’t afford a lot, rather than many bad brushes, you’ll be better off with one good brush that will force you to concentrate on the basics.

Why do all artists start with just a pencil and paper? Finally, always keep in mind that experience and practice can never be replaced by equipment - and some of the greatest photographers in the world, even in the modern day, take one old trusty camera and a 35mm lens to an assignment (no matter what the manufacturers tell you). ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1339266/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1339266/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 21:59:12 PST
The child with no consciousness of pride or inflated feeling of self-importance – wants to destroy my ego and vanish all my selfish motives, my seriousness in life, my fears and reclaim my dreams.

The child in me, who is secure, wants to show me the truth to keep me from pursuing empty validations from others and somehow turn them into a reflection of my self-worth. This innocent child in me, whose bliss comes not from material things but is content and centered by loving alone.

This child with no prejudgments, with no recognitions of raise or culture, young and old but is always welcoming, always loving, always laughing, always at peace - wants to rearrange my plans of not allowing, of being frighten, of not trusting but to have faith in people and seek only good in them and to open my eyes to the beauty of life.

This child in me, whose spirit rises far beyond the third dimensions of this world, wants to separate from the limitations of the body and touch the face of his God and live for the things that last through eternity.

The inner child in me, oh my ageless observer – desperately wants to be reborn through this mature person I have become.

Most often it is the adult in us that is empty but the child always full.
Let it be known that this man is being transformed into a child! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1307335/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1307335/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 22:00:50 PST Stupid Is

Stupid is forgetting your keys and locking the door.
Stupid is asking questions that everyone but you know the answer to.
Stupid is doing the same mistakes over, except they're even worse now.
Stupid is speaking before thinking. Stupid is not thinking, period.
Stupid is the look guys often get when an attractive woman walks their way.
Stupid is the sound of Beavis in the morning. Stupid is the watching of " reality" television.
Stupid is basis of human love.
Stupid is when you smoke and you couldn't quit, now that is stupid. Knowing that it kills you slowly, now that's stupid. Stupid is forgetting your lover's birthday.
Stupid is the cackling of fools during a silent moment.
Stupid is worrying about life.
Stupid is living for others, not yourself.
Stupid is committing suicide.
Stupid is doing what others want of you.
Stupid is calling your lover by another's name.
Stupid is the sound of Homer.
Stupid is the smell of a drunk at work.
Stupid is the rejection of the wise.
Stupid is a state of mind.
Stupid is being human. S
tupid is as stupid does.
Stupid is stupid.
Reading this to the end, without thinking that it is stupid, is stupid.
I'm stupid, you're stupid, we're stupid together.
Hellos are stupid, but hasty good-byes are even more stupid. Stupid.




PS: This is not out of hate, mind you. Just something I needed to get out of my head 'cuz it's not a good thing to keep these things. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1305729/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1305729/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 22:02:20 PST
Since the class is doing Item Analysis right here, right now, these four are part of my upper group. These elitists look smugly down upon the proletariat, namely me, myself, and I. Help! Help! I'm being repressed by a bloody peasant (not pheasant) who's lobbing scimitars at me from a lake.

Watery tart! My favorite Sweet 'n Tart is Cherry. Thehammer and cycle fly high on a cherry background. Cock the hammer, it's time for action. I'm insane in the membrane (semi-permeable), insane in the brain. This is your brain (Einstein), this is your brain on drugs (Yahoo Serious playing Young Einstein). Any questions? I Wanna Get High, So High, as Most High plays on. The machine that goes Bing! goes Bing! as the baby is slapped on the butt and the three wise men come bearing gifts for young Blian from Queen Elizabeth the First.

Five, no three, sir...as the holy hand grenade of Antioch brows up the evil Kirrel Labbit.
And Uncle Remus and Brer Rabbit (and no, Mr. Bluebird isn't on his shoulder) protest the treatment of rabbits, wabbits, and labbits in this portion of the thought. T

he Old Man from Scene 24 wanders down to Studio 54 and does the Shuffle while Kung Fu Fighting with the Disco Duck.Quack! And Toilet Duck comes in and saves the day...while cleaning my toilet in the process. And as this thought descends down into darkness deeper than hell (Where is Chris to sing this?), we go to commercial break...

(Intermissionary Music)

And now where were we (as Sally sell seashells by the seashore)? Oh yes, we have a cabaret version of the Doors' " The End" by Porky Pig and your mama.
Unfortunately, the end has yet to occur, so Porky adds in "That's All Folks," while Bob Dylan and Joan Baez sing in the background, "How many roads must King Arthur go down, before they call him King of the Britons? How many miles must Sir Robin go, before he can escape the vicious Chicken of Bristol?" ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1269668/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1269668/ Sun, 12 Oct 2003 23:16:46 PDT I'm glad that most of you have complimented and faved some of my works throughout these years and I can't thank you guys enough. It means alot to me whenever I get comments especially ones that inspires/encourage me to adapt more and hone my photography skills. Again, thank you guys ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1237027/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1237027/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 22:03:06 PST
The most fun about it is the feeling of excitement when you dip that piece of picture down on a tub of developer and wait anxiously for the result. I gotta admit, there are alot of students in my class that are far better than me. I guess I've been using a digital camera for so long that I'm not used to the film camera.

Right now, were experimenting on different styles and emulating a famous photographer's work. I can't wait till my class again. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1187591/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1187591/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 22:04:12 PST
Well, we had a rough 2 day these past week. First off, hurricane Isabel lightly came to Toronto and didn't wreak any havoc at all in which I am disappointed. And she call herself a type 4, bah, that's misadvertisement for you.

Secondly, the weather network predicted that Toronto will have a heavy rain over the weekend, and what did we get? A sunny day with birds chirping and kids playing. I guess random things happen and you don't even know its coming.

Now, to my photography works, as you can see, I have posted several new macro shots of water experiments and feathers. I thought it would look good on my since macro gets into me. I'll post some later on, right now, I need to take a break from my recently finished poem. I might post it too..we'll see.

And about my webcam picture, it was taken about a year ago so, imagine I'm fatter. Ever heard of that joke which goes "Why would you want a 6-pack when you can have a keg?" make sense to me. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1148657/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1148657/ Wed, 10 Sep 2003 18:30:11 PDT [link]
Popo is very cute. Me love Popo so much I made this journal. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1134943/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1134943/ Sat, 06 Sep 2003 17:26:57 PDT
Anyway, the song in my head right now is "Believe" by Ronan Keating. It's such an emotional song with captivating meanings.
Listen to it, it's worth it.
Alright, I'm out, have a good school year guys! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1128166/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1128166/ Thu, 04 Sep 2003 14:57:56 PDT !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1076790/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1076790/ Mon, 18 Aug 2003 09:23:00 PDT to try it. As you can see from my , it is flowing with flower shots and various bugs. I'm so with these two gadgets. I'm off to get new pictures.
By the way, my friend Ian [link] will be leaving tomorrow afternoon to Hawaii where he will be living for a while because he got accepted at a university. I wish him luck and uh, we'll see him again. I'm sure he'll love the scenic views and the people in Hawaii, I've been there before, my cousin lives there. White sand, coconuts, pineapples, alot of exotic flora and faunas. Have fun Ian! We will miss you here in
]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1069241/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1069241/ Sun, 07 Dec 2003 22:07:15 PST
Out of boredom, I went to the park with my sister and to our disbelief, we saw people coming out of their houses, as if something of a gigantic proportion happened. As we wander through the street, more and more people filled the street, waiting for the buses, making calls to their loved ones. It was though as something bad happen, maybe a collapse in what we call a civilization.

Anyhow, I've come to conclusion that it was some kind of an experiments done by the Japanese people about gigantic mutated creatures and I thought "Hmm, I bet its that gigantic rat thats been going on rampant these days" or somewhat of an outer-galactic mission of the aliens, an easier way to abduct people right out of their homes.

My dad thought it has a connection with the 911 incident, the whole terrorist attack and all. Hey, everyone has different ideas right? Talk about open-minded. It was fun though, no lights on the street whatsoever, the sky was lit brightly and it was a perfect time to take out the telescope that's been sitting in the attic for all these years.

Had a BBQ in the back too Bad things happen overnight as well, crimes being commited but most of them are being caught. Funny though, a news today saying that they are losing space to put all the baddies in the cell so I was like "Then put them in the dog cages!" I couldn't sleep last nite, the basements too hot but I did manage to get some sleep this early morning.

Well I guess thats the highlights of the week huh? It's good to have power back, our civilization can't live without electricity. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1052115/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1052115/ Sat, 09 Aug 2003 08:38:33 PDT Yup, gotta love the new GeoUrl function, thank you so much for the improvements D.A . Now lets update the journal.

My week has been rather interesting even though it rains for almost a week now, which of course, equals to a sucky week. But I did manage to spend some quality time taking new pictures as the week go on. Check my to check it.

Now for the new D.A improvements, I'm going to mention some things that I like and dislike and see if you agree with me or not. Of course, there are probably other things that I haven't discovered yet but I will, in the future.
Alright, lets get to business.

Pro:
The new GeoURL function that allows us to know whose deviant(s) reside near us. And to my opinion, I think this will, and hopefully, let us get acquainted with that person a little bit more. It may sound good to others but to some, they'll feel abit insecure because they fear that that (gotta love repetition) deviant will have knowledge of the distance between him/her THUS, maybe perhaps ...uh..stalking them/gather information? I know I know, this sound so morally wrong in every way but trust me, I'm not one to instill fear on anyone nor encourage that deviant to actually stalk them. AHH! Don't call the cops on me please
Overall, though, I still favor this new function and hope I don't get blame for anyone's "stalking" related problem.

The new and improved innovative fresh look of the site, mainly how it fits with a WinXP computers. Everything fits well nicely and arrangeful (mind my limited diction, I'm only ) Go DA Go!

I guess that's all I have noticed so far on the new DA..more to come once I spend more time here.

Cons: (boo!)

The fact that some comments won't show till you check that specific deviation which kind of frustrates me, even get me depressed because I'm one who sits at home waiting patiently for new comments/faves for any of my deviations. Yes yes, I have no life so I sit at home surfing the net and writing comments such as this. Don't be hatin!

When I try to leave/post a note to a certain deviant, I can't seem to locate the Emoticon Legend thus, giving me a hard time to input the necessary emotes for the messages. And I really like to express my uh, expression (duh) in every post I can. And also, the preview option where you can see how your messages will look like, like right now, I wanna see how this whole journal will look like and hopefully spot a mistake. Am I right?

Some technical terminology on a comment you just left on someone's deviation. I mean, what happen to Like Deviation , Somewhat Like Deviation , Dislike Deviation and No Vote ? It's gone now Well except for the rating which I find it abit more hassle. Please return the old rating function.

Still the frustrating problem of Refresh rate, some pictures or messages don't show once you hit OK, it takes like more than 10 Refresh clicks for that picture/message to actually pop. That's why whenever someone leave a comment or note on a deviant(s), chances are, they probably or accidentally posted 2 of the same thing. But then again, it depends on the user's internet connection or it could just be DA. Please don't :ban: me Hehehe.

Whew, I guess that's all for now for the cons part. More will come..hopefully not for cons, that is.

And here is my favourite part of the journal, my fellow deviants that live close to me, YAY! !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1027149/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1027149/ Sun, 03 Aug 2003 12:01:06 PDT is taking a long piss please don't smite me
Let's hope the weather calms soon.
PS: I added some new pics of green and black macros. Come check it out at my
Peace!

Here are some funny quotes to read

"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading."

"We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture."

"If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex?"

"In the begining there was nothing and God said 'Let there be light', and there was still nothing but everybody could see it."

"When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me."

"When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself." ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1015833/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1015833/ Thu, 31 Jul 2003 19:57:26 PDT !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1008529/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/1008529/ Wed, 30 Jul 2003 08:36:15 PDT
I you ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/995351/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/995351/ Sun, 27 Jul 2003 10:33:56 PDT 19th birthday. Even though my parents are ambigous about it, my friends and I are going out for the nite. I don't feel anything new..was I suppose to gain any new insights and knowledge about life or stuff? Please tell me. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/975205/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/975205/ Tue, 22 Jul 2003 15:25:08 PDT
Black Eyed Peas- Where Is The Love
Three Days Grace- (I Hate You) Everything About You
Mya- My Love Is Like..Wo
Linkin Park- Faint
Goo Goo Dolls- Here Is Gone
Kazzer- Pedal To The Medal
Beyonce Knowles ft. Jay-Z- Crazy In Love
GOB- Give Up The Grudge
Good Charlotte- The Anthem/Girls and Boys
Our Lady Peace- Innocent
Whitestripes- Seven Nation Army
Tatu- 30 Minutes
I might have forgot some but I'll add later on.

Lates! ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/949314/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/949314/ Tue, 15 Jul 2003 18:53:52 PDT Last week, Alex asked me to come along at his boat up north. 2hrs drive seems to go fast when your going at 120mph with loud music, specially rock. We just watched a movie up there and pretty much just ...drank beer.
]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/902078/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/902078/ Wed, 02 Jul 2003 17:42:36 PDT I. H A V E. A. 54 Y E A R. O L D. C L A S S M A T E. A N D. T H E. R E S T. A R E. W E I R D.
P L E A S E. K I L L. M E. N O W.
]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/838808/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/838808/ Sun, 15 Jun 2003 22:15:50 PDT As you read this journal, please be advice that this is written at exactly 12:30 am of Sunday night. Pressure is the key here due to an English exam tomorrow at 11:30 am.
Now for the journal....
Time is something that we are not aware of, sometimes it goes so fast because we are occupied with task(s) while sometimes it just go..slow. We shouldn't take granted of what we have right now because sooner or later, it will disappear whether you like it or not.
As I look back 5 years ago, I was a nobody and I'm sure you can relate that to your experience or should I say, life. I was a fledgling in a place, a place we call "school." As time goes by, we meet people on the way. Some of them touch our lives while some of them are long forgotten for some reason (Ie: moved away, transferred to a diff. school, accident and such.) Each year, we change our looks, attitude and the way we socialize with different peers and friends. I have no regrets because I'm happy to meet new [link] doesn't matter how many friends I have, all I care about is that they treat me fine and respect me of who I am. I mean, would you rather have dozens of friends over a small amount? If I were to choose, I would say that having less friends is better than having alot. I guess what I'm trying to say is that personality counts more towards being "cool." But don't get me wrong, having alot of friends is fine, as long as they don't treat you below their level. Trust me, it's very common here. Can I say Status Quo
Some of my friends got set aside because they needed more from me than I could give. Others didn't seem to need me at all, what with their hundreds of other friends. Some got cranky or greedy, turning into people I didn't admire anymore.
These days, I buy only books I want to own until I die. I buy clothes I'll wear until they wear oout, or I do.
Same with friends. I hang on to those I plan to love forever.
In my address book, their phone numbers have been rewritten as they roam the country. Nobody new gets into my book until I'm sure we'll stick.
Is that limiting? Well, sure. But that's the point: to conserve energy.
I hope to God, selfishly as I do, too, that at least one friend survives the final test of time to be good company in the end.

These are the friends I have known forever while the others are somewhat new. Not in a specific order-relevant

Steven Yang- I've known you since Grade 9 and your the first friend I got. Thanks for being a good friend over these years. I still can't believe were graduating.
Meaghan Abel Hawke- She's like a sister to me. I met her back in middle school and she has the best personality I know. Fun to hang around, talk whatever comes in mind and funny too if I may add. Thanks Meg, your the best.
Steven McCartney- Another good friend from middle school. Now this guy can handle cases and cases of beer. I guess that's what you get for being Irish Good friend.
Milan Srnic and Andre Sprinceana- Both Romanian and a damn good soccer players. Thanks guys for playing soccer with me even though I have limited skill
Derek Wong- Ah, another good friend since forever. This guy can beat me in armwrestle..and a funny guy to be with.
Fajardo Sisters- Another sister figure to me in Highschool. They helped me alot on my schoolwork.
Ian Chen- I guess I just met you in grade 10 but it was great knowing you. I'm glad your going to Hawaii for University. .....I'm jealous. Thanks for being the other "average asian male" you know what I mean.
Petri Takkala- Lol, can we say sexy? Now this guy has some serious issues being a vain person. Ever wonder a guy so good-looking that he practically looks in the mirror everyday sying "SEXY!" Yup, that's good ol'Petri. By the way, your sister is HOT!
Helen Lee- Also known as Dreamroamer here in DA. Thanks for being there in my art classes and making it less "boring." I really enjoyed having you in that class even though you won't ever ever get your revenge of "BOO!" You know what I mean
Jonathan Han aka Jon- Hey guy, how long has it been? I know, grade 10 Urban Studies. We had fun in that class didn't we? Well, goodluck... ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/789681/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/789681/ Mon, 02 Jun 2003 21:56:46 PDT ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/782828/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/782828/ Sun, 01 Jun 2003 07:29:49 PDT Thanks for the visitations to my gallery
You will see new series and macro shots in the future. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/758146/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/758146/ Sun, 25 May 2003 11:27:40 PDT Alright, I'll be back later. ]]> !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/688294/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/688294/ Sun, 04 May 2003 15:10:37 PDT !lil-mike http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/670251/ http://lil-mike.deviantart.com/journal/670251/ Mon, 28 Apr 2003 23:44:41 PDT [link] I volunteered. My initial project was to draw something for Spring Theme, so I came with a butterfly on a flower. But since I'm not into realism painting, I manage to work so fast, I finished a grafitti on a canvas. I'll post the picture of it so I can show you (yes you). The auction will take place this week or maybe next week and I don't really mind not selling it, I'll probably keep it since I need something to post for my room. Now onto something photograph-ish...I will be trying to get a hold of new subject to photograph, maybe more of a subject of spring. I love Spring more than any other seasons. Oh and last nite (Sunday of 27) it was my friend Steve's 19th b-day and we went to celebrate it at an "All you can eat" restaurant. It was kind of funny though since some of my friends couldnt come, some other business to attend to (ie Ian fixing house roof, Alex eatin steak with mommy and Petri, competing for a contest which I doubt he'll pass, hehe) Anyway it was fun. I burped *excuse me* when the waiter came and I said "Good crab claw". At the end, we spent about $117 for 6 people dinner. Then Gordon, one of my friend with us, came with an idea of going to a 30min walk mall just to play an arcade. Since we were all full, we decided to. Upon arriving, the mall was CLOSED! We were like "DAMN YOU GORDON! WE WALKED FOR 30 MINS FOR NOTHIN! AND WE MISSED THE BUS!" It was great though, had lots of fun. Thats all for now....X-Men2 is this friday soo...see ya guys later! ]]> !lil-mike