tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51379017086582872142024-03-12T17:40:29.207-07:00giftto
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World.jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-69797512312419509972011-08-06T10:03:00.000-07:002011-08-06T10:33:33.135-07:00something about humans.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqSAozBmAWo/TTsN4xX4NWI/AAAAAAAAABU/RJ3GcLPJaio/s1600/20061123_humans.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 414px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqSAozBmAWo/TTsN4xX4NWI/AAAAAAAAABU/RJ3GcLPJaio/s1600/20061123_humans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>I honestly believe this. it feels better to give then receive. This can apply to gifts... Motivational advice... sexual favors.. whatever. A universal truth. Tell me this, for the most part. If you could make everybody in the world happy, wouldn't you? To suggest otherwise would be sadistic. I don't take pleasure in the pain of others, you shouldn't either.</div><div><br /></div><div>I recently reconnected with an old friend. along his own personal life journey, he had uncovered much of what I had not known myself. As a matter of fact, I simply know what I know and it is not very much. I'm not one to get all wordy but i think this paragraph is succeeding.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'll tell you my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">strategy, I will gravitate towards the unknown. Its not safe, often random and certainly an adventure. curiosity is my compass. success is my fuel. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I am proud of this blog because it is evidence that I'm not afraid to ask questions. I'm not afraid to share. I take pleasure is giving. hence, this is my Gift to the world.</div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-37144680692387660902011-08-03T20:31:00.000-07:002011-08-06T10:02:10.492-07:00ups and downs.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCfEDNtqp88/TjoWT8_JCeI/AAAAAAAAASc/Fv88IZ6ppRU/s1600/Picture%2B4.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCfEDNtqp88/TjoWT8_JCeI/AAAAAAAAASc/Fv88IZ6ppRU/s320/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636842415651883490" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lately what I've realized is how life is just that, ups and downs. to see this blog again it was a real pick me up. I all of a sudden felt a jolt of inspiration. Its been a minute since i last wrote publicly, believe me, this is scary.<div><br /></div><div>I was going through old post and I couldn't believe how open I was about things. I was actually really proud of myself. Maybe I always knew in the back of my mind that this blog would come in handy, and it has.</div><div><br /></div><div>the past few months have been rather difficult. I wont go into specifics but I realize now they were deeply superficial(oxymoron). But all is well now, though i haven't completely dug myself out the whole yet but to see the ray of light out is comforting.</div><div><br /></div><div>for a moment I thought things weren't going to fall into place the way it always sorta has for me. my brother often complains I get everything handed to me, and you know what? I do, hes mad.</div><div><br /></div><div>It makes me want to stress how important it is to have a plan. Know yourself. Know your way out. </div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-47332006936043397302010-10-18T22:10:00.000-07:002010-10-18T22:12:55.439-07:00fone footy 3.<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSnQTWufkLs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSnQTWufkLs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>I pretty much spend the second half of my day putting this together. It was all just stuff i filmed on my fone during the past 6 months about. well, hope you enjoy it!</div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-63721545075867598282010-09-27T20:29:00.000-07:002010-09-27T20:52:51.998-07:00Why I stopped writing(as much).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TKFmQ0tvlkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dS_bya7HG_s/s1600/dylan-038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TKFmQ0tvlkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dS_bya7HG_s/s320/dylan-038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521807057347384898" /></a><br />Its not that I ran out of topics,<br />its not that I have nothing to say,<br />Its not that I don't enjoy this process.<br />cause I do.<br /><br />I'm really fascinated by how selfish we are by nature. Its society that asks us to not be so self centered and give a shit about each other. that's kinda dark right? okay next topic.<br /><br />I never feel like discussing bummer topics with people I don't really know. The people I do know however don't want to be discussing bummer topics. Take death for example, what a downer of a subject that is. Is there anyone out ther who would like to share a theory I haven't heard regarding the after life?<br /><br />When you hear about death, especially if it was someone you knew, it really affects you. a good friend of mine's older brother who I too called a friend passed away not too long ago. When something like that happens, you really step out of your own world motivated by greed and self improvement and really feel for another person. Not just the person who died but also for the people who where in that person's life.<br /><br />Even when you're a parent and you love your children, you are seeing your children as an extention of yourself. thats why its such a crushing revelation when they grow up and you need to accept that they are their own person. atleast that how I'd imagine it.<br /><br />I havent wrote on this blog in so long i forgot what i normally write about... i think its ussually girls, fashion and skateboarding. Death can be a side note. it something we all have in common.jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-62188220485138155522010-08-18T19:58:00.000-07:002010-08-18T19:59:02.499-07:00Be Pretty.(part 1)<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZQoaiyLJWE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZQoaiyLJWE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-10562642290301452852010-07-18T04:21:00.000-07:002010-07-18T04:27:57.269-07:00Perceived value.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.handwork.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Brother-Sharp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 473px; height: 595px;" src="http://www.handwork.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Brother-Sharp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />We all have a perceived value in our heads. This little price tag we place on ourselves to sub consciously evaluate ourselves relative to the world and all those around us. Of coarse the truth is, no one is ACTUALLY more valued then another person, however a perceived value can have a profound impact on how you treat others and are treated yourself.<br /><br />For example. Let's examine the phenomena of celebrity. Out of the context of America, say.. A dessert island, for argument sake, Brad Pitt is no better then you. In the States the same is true, but why is it that people here will treat him better? Fame is, a complete construct of society and in essences isn't real, however it's affects are very real and can be felt in a room. Have you ever been in the same room as someone you look up to? It's like the air is thicker.<br /><br />So have you ever wanted to be famous? I think being famous gets so much shit that people forgot it can be kinda fun. Yeah, there's all the paparazzi and stalkers and whatever but this only apply to the uber famous/elite. Generally in fame, those around you simply treat you better. That's not all that bad is it? I'm suggesting, a modest level of fame can be pleasurable.<br /><br />Wrap your mind around this. We can all be famous. All we need to do is systematically upload evidence to those around us of our success and persona thus putting our best foot forward and displaying our character in the best light. Say smart shit, do awesome stuff, lay hot babes whatever. World wide global super-star fame is overrated. All you need are your friends to know you're awesome. What do you need people you're never gonna meet in you life to think you're awesome for?<br /><br />And by being awesome, I really mean BE AWESOME. It's not just tricking people or being manipulative. It's actually pulling through for yourself and doing what's best for your own survival. It's not being a total herb. This is the birth place of true inner confidence. It's a lot easier to be confident when you have evidence supporting it. <br /><br />To summarize this whole micro article on social value.. It's all in you head; whose better then who, but at the same time it's very real. You're not gonna feel nervous around a bum the way you may feel standing next to the president. Social hierarchies are very much real. As much as we hate it, we are inevitably in a cast system.jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-19616373777652388262010-06-29T12:49:00.000-07:002010-06-29T13:01:47.328-07:00Alcohol [part 2]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TCpOxE64S_I/AAAAAAAAARs/0QfZtHBjG0Q/s1600/n1088520226_30254958_4944006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TCpOxE64S_I/AAAAAAAAARs/0QfZtHBjG0Q/s320/n1088520226_30254958_4944006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488285700945628146" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">this is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><a href="http://gifttotheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/alcohol-part-1.html">[part 1]</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">.<br /><br />This stuff just grosses me out. It tastes nasty, I don't know why anyone would drink it for fun. I suppose it's the out come of it all. When a whole room of people are drunk, it's as if <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1277840978_0">social norms</span> and rules get thrown into a washing machine and comes out all mangled. It's really rolling the dice on what could happened and what was gonna happen any way.<br /><br />Sometimes dudes (like myself) get it into our heads like that they have more game talking to a girl when they're drunk. I'd agree that it could make the approach easier, but if you're really hammered, you not gonna be saying many things of substance. Don't treat alcohol like some sort of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shield</span></span> for your insecurities. If you have a hard time getting out of your shell, drinking may get you out of it, but let's hope you don't become dependent.<br /><br />I like to drink. I think it's really fun. I'm smart about it though. I treat alcohol like cake. How often do I have cake? Once in a while on <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1277840978_1">special occasions</span>. Exactly. So that being said, I can continue to promote this particular <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">poison</span></span>.<br /><br />Following up on the first part of this story, I didn't drink or smoke or do anything after that incident with the wine. All though high school the thought of alcohol grossed me out and I stayed away from it. It was only until my first year of college in California that I gave it another go.<br /><br />I can remember the first occasion I drank out there, but this time, it was fun. When I was drunk it was awesome! It all sorta started when I went out with friends to parties. I didn't know why at the time, but whenever I was drunk, I could just rule a room. It was like, I thought <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">out loud</span>, and everybody would just listen to me. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">indulged</span> in being the center of attention. I would stand on a chair and start <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">philosophizing </span></span>on how eating a grapefruit was a lot like going to war(if you see me in person, be sure to ask me about that).<br /><br />That's the truth, I love having people listen to me. It's no secret. most people would like to have people listen to them. Alcohol just helped me realize that. It's one of the things in life that I just really get off on. Oh my god, now I'm spilling my guts all over the world wide web. Good thing I'm not alone in this department.<br /><br />I mean, eventually I learned to be equally as interesting when I'm not drunk as when drunk. Alcohol gave me this.. Extra charisma that I needed at the time. Now I feel like I can deal without it. It's like cake.<br /></span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-50438059583543843432010-06-28T00:01:00.000-07:002010-06-28T00:15:16.121-07:00chillen hard.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TChLfsrtMnI/AAAAAAAAARk/BNb38LyKISw/s1600/YIR-02499.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TChLfsrtMnI/AAAAAAAAARk/BNb38LyKISw/s320/YIR-02499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487719153893454450" /></a><br />The Oxymoron of the summer of 2010. So basically, I've been chillen hard as of late. But that doesnt mean alot hasnt been on my minds. For example. WTF is happening over in North Korea? I hear some fucked up shit! <div><br /></div><div>I heard that the Dictator guy(kim jong il) is pretty much the worst dude next to Hitlet. I heard he has a problem with short people, so he send'em off to some island were they will probably...get all 'lord of the Flies' on.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even worst, he controls the schools and media! His people are taught to beleive he is God and has the power to control weather and never poo!</div><div><br /></div><div>North Korea, is a backwards place.</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>So now I've provided you with a breif Current Events run down. This summer, do me a favor, and.. "Gouge your eyes out with fun!"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-14237963400841108172010-06-15T12:09:00.001-07:002010-06-16T12:13:45.604-07:00PORN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TBkiZKFQRAI/AAAAAAAAARc/P5n3tD-GeFA/s1600/Misa_Campo_iphone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TBkiZKFQRAI/AAAAAAAAARc/P5n3tD-GeFA/s320/Misa_Campo_iphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483451836898755586" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Porn is cool. I just masterbated and I have come to the conclusion that porn, is awesome. If you're a dude, and don't think porn is cool, there's something wrong with you. Seriously, I don't think we're gonna get along if you don't think porn is the bomb! dot com!<br /><br />If this topic is too much for you to handle, get a life. Girls, don't act like you've never given a blow job. We're all human, get real.<br /><br />Porn is cool for soo many reasons. I was watching the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1276628912_0">MTV movie awards</span> earlier today and when <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1276628912_1">Jessica Alba</span> came on, my friend was like "I'd fuck the shit out of her". I thought, good thing you could touch yourself!<br /><br />Porn is crazy. How many of these paragraphs are gonna start with "porn"? Porn is soo crazy. What we're really doing when us dude are joikin' it, is living vicariously through others. We are experiencing moments in anothers life we may never live. For example, I most likely will never fuck <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1276628912_2">Brianna Banks</span>, however, my boy <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1276628912_3">Lex Steele</span> got all up in that, so I'm gonna live vicariously through him as I picture myself in his place. Get what I'm saying?<br /><br />Porn is like... A <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1276628912_4">billion dollar industry</span>! And for good reason, it totally brings the rape count down and provides me and most normal guys an activity to perform when we get bored/are alone in the house/have blue balls etc.<br /><br />I'm not gonna list reason why porn is awesome, it just is. Even if you have a girlfriend/fuck buddy or something, nothing is quiet as personal as you on yourself. No one knows the exact rhythm and pace quiet like you know yourself. And for all you virgins.. It gives you a general idea of what happeneds, when and if you do ever get it in for the first time.<br /><br />If you don't think porn is awesome.. If you don't think porn is awesome, okay, I'll give you a list.<br /><br />If you dont think porn is awesome, you're probably...<br />..too pretentious to admit you watch it.<br />..not a properly functional man.<br />..don't have a dick.<br />..using your imagination when you rub one out.<br />..don't have a computer.<br />..and the list goes on..<br /><br />I won't even feel comfortable talking to you if you don't like porn. On the flip side, if you like porn too much.. I probably wouldn't feel comfortable talking to you either. But I think when guys can discuss porn and jerkin off and shit, it really says he's comfortable with himself and being around others. I think it's like a social code or something...<br /><br />..your a cool mother-fucker if I can chat about porn n shit with you.<br /></span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-64946832521581514132010-06-12T14:43:00.001-07:002010-06-12T14:50:18.328-07:00cigarettes.[part 3]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/1904/obamasmokingad8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/1904/obamasmokingad8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">I'm supposed to do a follow up to this little peice.. Fuck it I don't have to do anything for anybody!<br /><br />And that's exactly how cigarettes make me feel. Fuck it. Fuck you. Judge me in your little brain, the fuck do I care. I feel this way for a good 10 to 15 minutes.. Before I snap back to reality and realize there's shit on the line and it's gonna hit the fan if I don't do anything about it. I'm guessing I might not be alone in this response to smoking? Do you get what I'm saying? Fuck it, go have a smoke.<br /><br />There was a good episode of south park that kinda summed it up. Look it up I guess. When I smoke, i just feel like melting into a comfy arm chair and shooting the shit with some intellegent company. That's the best..<br /><br />Welcome to flavor country.<br /></span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-38768810356495383042010-06-09T12:48:00.000-07:002010-06-09T13:26:32.131-07:00just My Type: Katy Perry<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/elaing.zhang/SNGksJ91q_I/AAAAAAAAUUo/qELMLCaI_5s/s800/Katy_Perry80917002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 752px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/elaing.zhang/SNGksJ91q_I/AAAAAAAAUUo/qELMLCaI_5s/s800/Katy_Perry80917002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />These are some of my Fave Katy P. pix. I adore her, Shes really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">quiet</span> the gem. I would Describe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">katy</span> as... a Far more commercial <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Zooey</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Deschanel</span> plus huge boobs. not to say I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">necessarily</span> favor her over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Zooey</span>, to be rather frank, they're nothing alike and two completely different cups of tea.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moniquestuart.com/i/katy_perry_esquire_big.jpg"><img src="http://moniquestuart.com/i/katy_perry_esquire_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 600px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, Katy must be a babe! Its really no question. She is after all the wife to be of on of my favored humans Russell Brand. Knowing that she is the future <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mrs</span>. Brand only make me love her more. Whats not to love about her 40s pin-up girl look! For fuck sake the girl can dress up like a strawberry and still look mega fine!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TA_3WKZmDVI/AAAAAAAAARU/AoPamzBdBW0/s1600/katy-perry-800.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TA_3WKZmDVI/AAAAAAAAARU/AoPamzBdBW0/s320/katy-perry-800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480871231654071634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /></a></div><div>Have you heard that new song? "California Girls", is it called? shes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">deffs</span> my favorite of the poppy bunch. and yes, I enjoy pop music. whatever. So what if she kissed a girl and liked it? Isn't that ultra hot?!</div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-42245458211941625032010-06-05T18:18:00.000-07:002010-06-05T18:41:13.117-07:00Quality problems.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://countdowntomillions.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mo_money_mo_problems.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 341px;" src="http://countdowntomillions.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mo_money_mo_problems.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The way I see it, everybody has problems. it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un</span></span>avoidable. People often get this idea into their head that if they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aquire</span> this, this and that(add in money, women, cars whatever),they will be definitively happy. when you get older you realize <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thats</span> not/never the case.<div><br /></div><div>life is a series of problems and challenges and solving one will only create another. But you know what? its not as much of a downer as you would think. Fortunately, some problems are better then others. Let me throw a few examples your way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would you rather be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">arguing</span> with your girlfriend over not spending enough time with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">each other</span> or lonely with no one in your life? Another example, would you rather be poor and starving or have trouble deciding which sports car you wish to purchase? </div><div><br /></div><div>Its obvious that some problems we'd prefer to have over others. Given that our problems are in reference to our lives, shouldn't we be more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">conscious</span> of whether we are dealing with quality problems or not? Quality problems AKA the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">American</span> dream. Its our progressive nature that I think we should all encourage to reach higher, go longer and live better.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quality problems, or better put, Mo' money mo' problems.</div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-21461530336282864402010-06-02T22:42:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:02:18.363-07:00WESC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freshnessmag.com/wp-gallery/aug_07/wesc_headphones/wesc_headphones_001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.freshnessmag.com/wp-gallery/aug_07/wesc_headphones/wesc_headphones_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Approximately 2 weeks ago I began an internship at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WESC</span></span>(we are the superlative conspiracy) and I'm really enjoying it. I've been learning just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soo</span> much all while really getting a feel for the corporate world. I'm a big fan of the brand and am excited to be part of it. the internship is going well, though there was a particular assignment that will always stick out in my mind. The guy I'm working for, Adam, he gave me this shopping bag, filled to the top with business cards, he got me a binder with card slots, and he told me, to organize every car in alphabetical order. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jesus</span> that was pain full.<div><br /></div><div>If its a brand you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">aren't</span> familiar with, get <a href="wesc.com">familiar</a> with it, cause its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gonna</span> be around for a while.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-87781146272872040622010-05-30T13:21:00.000-07:002010-05-30T13:37:29.785-07:00Self help.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TALLASlDehI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zBJ7YPFI-qE/s1600/IMG_3096.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/TALLASlDehI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zBJ7YPFI-qE/s320/IMG_3096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477163302683638290" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">I'm always looking to improve myself, absorbing information everywhere I go, figuring out the things I see. The people I enjoy the most are the ones who enrich my life with their own learnings. You're never too old to keep learning, that's something my dad always says. Hes a pretty old dude, but his mind is still sharp.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br />Sometimes you'll meet someone who's ashamed to learn. Someone who wants to carry the illusion that they know it all and there isn't much left to learn. I'm more the type <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that'll</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">swallow</span> my pride and dive head first into something if I really feel passionate about it. I adore <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1275250918_0">constructive criticism</span>. To me, this brings up the subject of strength. Though its an entirely different ball of wax, I believe strength isn't when you decide you are a certain way and stick to it, but instead when you have an opinion and defend it and when faced with over whelming evidence, you may reconsider your views.<br /><br />I'm still young enough right now to where I can shamelessly learn about whatever and make mistakes here and there. I would hope by the next decade, when I'm 30, I'd be able to minimize this margin of error and come as close to perfection as I can be. Couldn't you imagine it being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">embarrassing</span> to be 30 and still not know how to drive a car? Just throwing that out there as an example.<br /><br />But at the core of what I'm saying.. We shouldn't be ashamed or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">embarrassed</span> to seek information and knowledge. We have the Internet at our finger tips and a whole universe to learn about. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shouldn't</span> be ashamed to be actively searching for ways to better ourselves. I wish we'd all agree to get our heads out off our asses and just do what we need to do to improve ourselves! I started pondering all this when I realized being in the self help section of a bookstore was slightly taboo and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">embarrassing</span>. I don't feel like it should be that way.</span></div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-54047243767743270162010-05-27T15:38:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:44:56.090-07:00Your mondane life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jimnolt.com/Graphics/seinfld1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.jimnolt.com/Graphics/seinfld1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">We all live a mondane life. Of coarse you don't think it's mondane, but when I have to listen to it, I could hardly stay awake. Just kidding! I'm a great listener.<br /><br />But really, getting people to give a fuck about what you say is an art form! One way I've been exploring for the past few months is blogging. Look at you! Reading my bullshit and loving it! Well. You might not be loving it but you're sure not gonna stop reading cause I said that!<br /><br />Anyway, you wouldn't be reading this now if you didn't find any of the past posts interesting. I had to flick you on the forehead a few times and shock you with commentary on taboo topics before I could get you hooked. Less of coarse you're a completely new reader, in which case, hello.<br /><br />Text is one thing, but verbal presentation is a complete other. I love telling a story. But not everyone has the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274999927_0">attention span</span> to completely listen. That's where this bit of advice comes in..<br /><br />..learn. To speak. Slooow. And. Every so often. Just throw.. Periods. Into your. Sentences, where they... Wouldn't normally be. It's pretty.. Annoying to read.. Via text. However, in your. Day to day. This could make your.. Mondane.. Boring.. Life-saga seem.. Almost captivating. If you think you're.. Nice with it.. Throw random.. <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274999927_1">Punctuations</span>.. In to your. Sentences.. It might make things more.. Interesting? It's pretty.. Funny when you add.. Question marks? It's makes thing.. Awkwardly funny? Yeah. Just be sure.. To leave... Your words.. Hanging...<br /><br />I know that was annoying, but I swear it works! When you speak slower, it conveys confidence and your message is more clear. Plus it give you more time to think. All those mental blanks that come up, when you're talking to people, it's cause you depend to heavily on content. Don't worry about what you're saying, just say it slow.. Drag it out.. Worrrrd.</span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-20246584493025714532010-05-20T01:59:00.000-07:002010-05-20T02:01:29.299-07:00Fone footy<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TOvY9hkq4w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TOvY9hkq4w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />A copilation of stuff i shot of my Phone durring the past few months.jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-49496363036677017332010-05-16T11:33:00.000-07:002010-05-16T14:17:46.610-07:00Alcohol [part 1]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S_A-x57DREI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0Y8LM9e3L50/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+2.51.02+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S_A-x57DREI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0Y8LM9e3L50/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+2.51.02+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471942574338163778" /></a><br /><br /><br />A long time ago before I knew anything about anything.. As if I know shit now.. I used to think getting drunk from alcohol was a myth. Like, I seriously thought this. I actually <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believed</span> that people never really got drunk and when they would act drunk it was just cause they where retarded! Can you believe what a shit head I was? I must of been like 13 When I still thought this. I really didn't stop believing this till the year after..<br /><br />The following year, my family had decided it was time to move away from my beloved home town of fresh meadows in Queens. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">meant</span> that I would no longer be a stones throw from the childhood buddies I had known since my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">adolescence</span> and had grown quite fond of. I had just started high school and I was commuting to the city, I had not yet made many friends so I felt a great comfort in going home and seeing my old chums.<br /><br />I'm sure everyone can for the most part relate to friends you grow up and away from. This is a story for them. The story of the night that I almost died. Seriously.<br /><br />In this little neighborhood, a great friend from my past, his name was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nik</span>, he always took pride in spelling his name that way. He worked in the neighborhood drug store. He had known for sometime now that I was moving away and it was a sorta depressing thing for me and everyone else in my life at the time. So this particular night, we did something crazy, crazy for 14 year old newly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pubescent</span> boys.<br /><br />At this neighborhood drug store that N<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ik</span> worked at, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nik's</span> boss, an old guy, gave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nik</span> the task of disposing of some old wine that he no longer wanted. Being the deviant <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Nik</span> was, he decided to store the several bottles of wine behind the dumpster.<br /><br />After work <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">nik</span> told me about this plot and to stick around a while. Me and him where <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">truly</span> the original porch monkeys, we used to sit outside his stoop and bullshit the day away. Fond memories..<br /><br />Another good pal of mine was there that night too. His name is Derek, I love this guy, we still keep in touch, and chill every now and then when he's back from college upstate. We would typically bond over the injustice of being a minority, me being Asian and him being black.. We would talk about that and girls. Jeez, this is turning into a trip down memory lane..<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ok</span>, so it's me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nik</span> and Derek, and we all decide to start drinking. It's evening at this point, about 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ish</span>.. There are several bottles of wine, red wine. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Nik</span> brings out 3 bottle from behind the dumpster and brings it over to his place which is just on the other side of this parking lot, real close.<br /><br />We pour the wine into these tall glasses, you know the kind you take a chug of water from on a hot summer day? Yeah, we filled it to the top, said cheers and bottoms up! Boy did I think that taste was awful! So awful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">in fact</span> that, this was the first time I learned of the concept of using a chaser. Chasing alcohol down with a better tasting beverage.<br /><br />I wasn't sure if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Nik</span> had drank before this night, he probably had but being the teenager he was, he was still probably a shit head. That didn't hold him back from playing the big brother in the entire ordeal. I actually appreciated it. He anticipated that me and Derek might not like the taste so he brought iced tea for us to chase it down.<br /><br />I was skateboarding at this point and in between every drink I would do a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">kickflip</span>. It was easy, I still didn't believe I could get drunk. It wasn't until we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">finished</span> the 3 bottles before I started noticing it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Nik</span> told me to go get more behind the dumpster. I then began to walk across the parking lot.<br /><br />Half way through the empty parking lot, right in the middle, I fell to the floor.<br /><br />This wasn't bad, I was really happy. I just lied on the floor for however long I needed to, stares up at the street lamps and got up when I was ready. I come back with a few more bottles and we continue drinking.<br /><br />There was a point where I went completely insane. I walked on top a moving car. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Ok</span>, maybe it was parked by I stood on it. I stood on it and screamed. I was drunk, for the first time in my life.<br /><br />I only lived 3 blocks away, but Jesus. 3 block have and will never be as long as they where that night. Derek and I, equally hammered, stumbled to my home. We undoubtedly had way too much to drink.<br /><br />We were almost there, but then.. He fell to the ground, he fell into someones lawn. He was asleep, I wasn't sure. I tried, no, I didn't try to help him.. But I wanted to. I gestured toward him and then it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">happened</span>, I started to vomit. I was too young and naive to know what to do, it haunts me till this day the actions I took. Derek got sick, passed out on someones lawn and was picked up by cops and brought home. He didn't want to speak to me after that night, and his mother didn't want him seeing me.<br /><br />I stormed into my home and had no time for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">explanation</span>. My mom came in and saw how I was. It made her cry. I was in so much pain, I vomited everything in me till I could no more, and even then I would gag reflex. The notion of ever eating again felt so foreign. Till this day, I probably have never been that trashed.<br /><br />The next day my father was watching me vomit into a bag. I was pale and sickly. He had a sorta sense of humor about it. He saw what I was in and didn't bother to punish me, the hangover was plenty punishment already.. I wouldn't touch alcohol for the next 4 years..<br /><br />And Derek.. Eventually I got my friend back.<br /><br />To be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">continued</span>..jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-3631580682298926082010-05-12T12:36:00.001-07:002010-05-26T20:39:08.103-07:00just My Type: Marie Mccray<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-sDb0ZoarI/AAAAAAAAAQc/be0UnefxFrE/s1600/7577_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-sDb0ZoarI/AAAAAAAAAQc/be0UnefxFrE/s320/7577_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470469948829100722" border="0" /></a>I just thought you guys should know how rare these photos where. Its pretty hard finding photos of this girl without a dick in her mouth or a face dripping with cum. That is of coarse because shes a porn star! I don' really know if shes a stylish girl or not, these outfits of hers could very well just be costume. what does it matter? a real man only need a woman to be naked, the only outfit that matters!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-sDs9k7_7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G8Od-vTPRLs/s1600/marieMccray0_tn.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-sDs9k7_7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G8Od-vTPRLs/s320/marieMccray0_tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470470243350216626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></div><div>Shes not just any porn star, well, I mean, she is, but shes deffs too cute to be doing anal sex or any other dirty shit. Shes a lucky one, in the heirarchy of Porn. if you notice, all the cute girls will only do vaginal and the occassional blow job mean while the less desirables you'll see getting DP'd in a gang bang!</div><div><br /></div><div>She doesnt even need to be a porn star, I could see her on day time television or something... or as my girlfriend making me a sandwhich in her undies... shes so cute, I'd probly date her and still have her do porn, that'd actually be pretty cool! talk about life experiences..<br /><br />Lets keep this site classy and leave it at that. though I highly recommend you Google her ASAP...then youjizz.com her..<br /></div>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-26407245556035424302010-05-11T20:26:00.000-07:002010-05-11T20:36:30.907-07:00Simple things.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-ogakGv7QI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5HaRYX4H15w/s1600/1heath_kirchart.los_angeles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-ogakGv7QI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5HaRYX4H15w/s320/1heath_kirchart.los_angeles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470220338135559426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Simple ways to be a better person:<br /><br />-Start fewer of your sentences with 'I'. You'd be surprised how much you talk about yourself in ratio to how much people care.<br /><br />-Hang out with "day time" people. They tend to be more responsible and make the world go round. They're the ones you see at parties and say "I don't see you at parties often!" in your <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273634948_0">drunken stupor</span>.<br /><br />-When someone asks you, what do u like to do, have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">badass</span> answer. "I hunt serial killers."<br /><br />-Get into a routine to prove you are capable of routine then break the routine and make a new one.<br /><br />-Stay/get in shape, there's no reason to be fat.<br /><br />-smoke pot once In a while, it really opens up your mind. If your smoking everyday, that could be a bit much.<br /><br />-pay attention to pop culture, just a little. Thing about it is that it's popular which means <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">a lot</span> of people pay attention to It. I'm guessing you might be happier if you like the people you're put on this planet with. Knowing to make small talk about celebrities really helps.<br /><br />-Take an improv or acting class. I've never done this though I hear it teaches you to be more confident and hold your own socially.<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Believe</span> in something when you die, anything. It could be an existing religious faith or made up off the top of your head. When I die, I'll be a tree, a <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273634948_1">happy tree</span>, till I get cut down.. Then I'll be a happy toothpick!<br /><br />-Keep your downer comments to yourself, save it for Downer discussions with other friends when they're down too. <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273634948_2">Misery loves company</span>.<br /><br /><br /></span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-29630062538033867802010-05-08T10:16:00.000-07:002010-05-08T10:18:25.366-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-WcmTCM9wI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fL56-DY3_QM/s1600/30801_10150164185295567_771055566_12134061_4219092_n-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-WcmTCM9wI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fL56-DY3_QM/s320/30801_10150164185295567_771055566_12134061_4219092_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468949504269809410" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">DEAR BITCH-BOY,<br /><br />I read one of your faggy posts last week and fuck yo, you're a fucking fag! Like seriously? Gay best friend? Just come outta the closet already! Why can't you just say it! We all know you want dick in your mouth!<br /><br /><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273339050_0">Jesus Christ</span>! You're such a know it all yuppy! Pompusly giving advice to the world as if you're some sorta messiah, you're FUCKING 20! It wasn't very long ago you got the privilage to buy ciggarettes. You're just a jaded fucking hipster fucking BITCH BOY!<br /><br />And another thing! You're fucking unoriginal and a total rip off of that boy crazy site. You're a fag. You should take over that site cause we all know you're boy crazy. You should go fulfil you're dream and suck Dylan Rieders dick! You prissy fag!<br /><br />Fuck you,<br />Eli Reed<br /><br />In response :<br /><br />Goodness Eli, I had no idea you felt strongly about me.. To be honest you calling me bitch boy in all caps got me rather excited. Hope to hear from you again soon<3<br /><br />If any one else would like to send me some more fan mail, reassuring me of my brilliance as dear Eli has done, please feel free.<br /><br />E-mail : <a ymailto="mailto:Givertotheworld@yahoo.com" href="mailto:Givertotheworld@yahoo.com"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273339050_1">Givertotheworld@yahoo.com</span></a><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ayo4theo.com/stuff/pics/haters-gonna-hate.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 366px;" src="http://www.ayo4theo.com/stuff/pics/haters-gonna-hate.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gif. courtesy of Evan Borja.</span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-84344099001950852282010-05-04T19:55:00.000-07:002010-05-05T08:02:09.900-07:00Alone at a party...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-DfN6bH1sI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nmXbM6HT58Q/s1600/n1086510126_30368939_1796092.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S-DfN6bH1sI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nmXbM6HT58Q/s320/n1086510126_30368939_1796092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467615377742091970" /></a><br /><br /><br />We've all been there, assuming you have let's open with this..<br /><br />Why is it that people text to make themselves look important at parties/or any awkward situation? We've all seen it/done it. Why do we need that sort of gratification? Why must we appear to other like were above what's goin on here and should be "over there" having a way better time? And most of all, who the fuck cares?<br /><br />I'm asking a bunch of questions I know the answers to. Of course we want to feel important. Of coarse being alone sucks, though a lot of us deny ever feeling alone.<br /><br />I have a better word for being alone. I call it being lonely, the two are different you know? You could want to be alone, privacy is nice right? But I don't think anyone wants to feel lonely. Lonelyness is a type of pain I suppose. That's why we try to cover it up with bullshit texting to a signifegent other or friend who is absent.<br /><br />I was never for this sorta cover up. Anyone who knows me can see I'm not a big texter. Though I do write alot of these posts on my phone so that could be seen/taken in the same way. Whatever.<br /><br />So next time you're at a party and, you don't know/like any body.. Or it could be all dudes.. Or like, there's an awkward mix of heads.. Or everyone there is ugly or something.. There are 2 things I would say to do.<br /><br />One, you could really step out of your shell and make some connections. You could stop being that shallow empty person I know deep down you are and talk to someone you normally wouldn't talk to.. Note: someone being ugly is not a good reason to avoid them. It means your an ugly gross person on the inside and it will be that much harder for you to find people that will truely love you for you. Fuck you, I already hate you.<br /><br />And the other is.. Just dip. Leave the party. Don't be rude and standoffish, just be like, hey, It was nice meeting you blah blah blah, I had fun(even though you clearly didn't, I don't think you will be punished for this sorta lie) and get going. There will be another party. I didn't beleive this at first but have come to accept it as a fact.jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-62357298957881362452010-05-03T13:40:00.000-07:002010-05-05T22:56:27.965-07:00Girls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S982auOy6UI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uhUbWgyldhE/s1600/Katy-Perry-Russell-Brand-L-A-October-26-katy-perry-8817662-500-800.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S982auOy6UI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uhUbWgyldhE/s320/Katy-Perry-Russell-Brand-L-A-October-26-katy-perry-8817662-500-800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467148305365657922" /></a><br />Girls are really such delicate things, you guys need to remember that. Not that you should watch everything you say with a fine tooth comb, but to consider how she might feel is a no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">brainer</span>.<br /><br />Girls want to laugh, have a good time, want to feel safe and protected. Every girl is different, though I feel like these things are general enough to apply. And another thing, no girl wants to feel "general" either. So when a certain lady is special, let that be known. But never say it if you don't mean it, never lie, cause eventually she will see you for who you really are and that will set back your friendship.<br /><br />This could really apply to a number of situations. This is my rule of thumb when it comes to girls but never a template. Every girl is different.<br /><br />One time I met a girl that was really not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">havin</span> it with me. I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">probably</span> the antithesis of what she was attracted too. I think she was into burly lumber Jack wolverine types that can sprout a full beard on command. I thought this was funny.<br /><br />Also, always have a sense of humor about things, in any situation. This is some life advice. Be able to laugh about the bad times and not take yourself too seriously. Something I'm often times guilty of.<br /><br />I hope I made your day better!<br />Smile! won't you?jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-57277889050429127192010-05-02T11:24:00.001-07:002010-05-02T11:24:55.838-07:00story of my life<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxHi1-KVfsQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxHi1-KVfsQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-40341045585852155102010-04-29T12:26:00.000-07:002010-05-04T03:31:55.469-07:00cigarettes.[part 2]from [<a href="http://gifttotheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/cigarettespart-1.html">part 1</a>]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S9nkYbJITFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0_dtVg7CbsY/s1600/16A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S9nkYbJITFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0_dtVg7CbsY/s320/16A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465650731044850770" border="0" /></a><br />The first time I ever thought cigarette where cool was when... they where always cool. You don't always like whats cool, sometimes you're a square/sissy boy like me who follows the rules. Cigarettes have always been symbolically linked to cool, you can thank Holly Wood for that one. Any Wes Anderson jump off, you're gonna have cool <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">characters</span> smoking.<br /><br />Okay, now I remember when cigarettes became cool(in my world anyway). It was this movie that was too indie for your life, so indie it might <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">as well</span> not exist, its THAT indie. .. well. not that indie, if it had some big stars in it. I am of coarse talking about <span style="font-style: italic;">Coffee and Cigarettes</span>.<br /><br />The first time I heard about this movie was around the beginning of high school. My best friend <a href="http://theavantstate.blogspot.com/2010/02/evan-of-queens.html">Evan</a> was telling about this boring black and white movie with people sitting around drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes that his older brother <a href="http://nycaire.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ceasar</span></a> was watching with his friends. Fast forward a few years later to when I'm 18. I am in California at a friends house deciding what movie we would watch for the evening. I am blown away by the selection of off-beat hipster films readily available in this vast library of awesome. some usual suspects; <span style="font-style: italic;">Pulp Fiction</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Blue Velvet</span> etc.<br /><br />I'm browsing through the shelves and shelves of movies when I come upon a copie of <span style="font-style: italic;">Coffee and Cigarettes</span>. I pick it up and suggest we watch it. I was asked to give a breif synopsys on the film and all I could really come up with was, well, there are people-famous people, smoking cigarettes and chatting over coffee. not exactly the best sell, but i convince the group to watch it anyway.<br /><br />We start watching it and 15 minute in everyones already bored. But I was super into it. It was intellegent and witty. I would admit its not for everyone, but thats fine right? Be part of a select few that enjoy this work. you'll be that much cooler. I leave you now with one of the finer scenes of the film. The ever timeless Bill Murray's encounter with the Rza and Gza of the Wu tang clan.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwCy6yn4SDY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwCy6yn4SDY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />To be continued...jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137901708658287214.post-22920589618012981062010-04-28T00:01:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:11:45.489-07:00Cigarettes.[part 1]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S9ezaU_afiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Tk8Gp7ZMVA0/s1600/dylan+smoke.JPG.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP5VHDtaLfA/S9ezaU_afiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Tk8Gp7ZMVA0/s320/dylan+smoke.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465033937730043426" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Up until this point in my life, this point meaning the past maybe 2 years, cigarettes have been a really touchy topic for me. See, as a kid growing up in the 90s, elementarty school made it a huge deal to convince me that cigarettes where bad. I deffinently know there bad, that's not what I'm debating.<br /><br />I'm not really debating, I'm telling a story. So through out my teenage life I hated cigarettes. I hated that my sister smoked, I hated that my brother smoked, I hated when anyone in my life smoked at all. It was really only up until my first year of college when a good friend of mine taught me the joys of smoking.<br /><br />We actually started smoking together, I think we split a pack or something. I remember I had maybe 5 cigarettes out of that pack at most and he finnished the rest. I slowly witnessed first hand as he built up his addiction. I definitely didn't smoke as much as he did, but whenever I would smoke it was with him. We would always have these great philosophical conversations while having a cigarette, some times just us, other times with company.<br /><br />Before this point I would be so completely against cigarettes. I used to make such a fuss about it to my now ex girlfriend. It was just one of the things that she did that didn't sit well with me. Every time she would have a cigarette, I felt betrayed. I would beg her to stop, tell her it's because I cared. When I look back now it was just me being young and unable to manage my emotions. I was insecure and felt comfort in controlling what she could and couldn't do. I realize now it was hardly about the cigarettes.<br /><br />Nowadays I just take everything with a grain of salt. If someone wants a cigarette, it's their choice. It would be an insult to their intelligence if I said they couldn't have one. I mean that's what addiction really is right? It's a test, one that the feeble minded fail time and time again. To say, no, you can not take this challenge, would really be an insult at the core. It's saying, you're not smart enough to understand the risk you're taking. That's a call for a 13 year old's parent to make.<br /><br />Even now I would never smoke in front/around my parents, it would just break their hearts. I should just quit or something. But to quit would imply that I started and constantly smoke, something I'm slightly in denial of. I'm a light smoker, I'll say that.<br /><br />What a fun topic, I feel like I have so much more to say on it! Perhaps that is why a part 2 must be in production!<br /><br />To be continued...<br /></span>jonathan scott nganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04557062320849001479noreply@blogger.com0