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Okay y'all...a little bit about myself. My nombre en realidad is Anthony. Mah close peeps call me 'Ant.' If you're wondering how old I am, I was born in 1977 in November...which makes me a Sagittarius and a Snake by the Chinese calendar. I'm just a guy who goes about life in stride. I try not to dwell on hard stressful shet, but more so on taking way too much time to smell the artificial flowers. My real friends started popping up when I was halfway done with High School. Before that, I just hung out with people, but didn't really cosider these people real close. My favorite things to do is sleep, martial arts, watchin a good flick, watchin chinese kung-fu movies, eating a good meal...usually an Oriental Dish, but every now and then, a good burger will suffice. Beef is a MUST. That's one thing I can't understand...Vegetarians. What the hell is up wit dat may I ask? They needlessly slaughter innocent vegetables and fruits just as freely as we indulge ourselves on a cow's fatty ass. I just don't understand how someone can deny themselves the sheer pleasure of indulging in the consumption of such a delicious animal...it is truely strange to me. I'm an audiophile...I like listening to music...my favorites are R&B, Rap, Alternative, Broadway Musicals are pretty interesting too("Phantom of the Opera" Reigns SUPREME!!!) Latino JamZ are also a phat choice of ear candy...the Gipsy Kings are pretty darn good if ya ask me.(Bamboleo) As you probably know, I'm Filipino...and I got mad pride for my peeps on da street. I like learning about P.I. History and culture as well, even though I can't speak a LICK of Tagalog. One more shoutie for my peeps...Wizard, Zapsta, Jesta, Thumper, Vertigo, Powee, B, Gel-Smack, big Jako, and of course...yours truely...Bugman Ant.


Time for some Questions...

>Favorite food:

(Fake Wizard)Hamburgers Fries and Apple Pie

(Bugman)Kare Kare with Bagoong Alamang(Pinoy Style)

(Jesta)Big fat Juicy BURGER!!

(Vertigo)Chinese Fried Rice

(Real Wizard)My Mom's specially prepared Pork Sinigang.

(Thumper)Anything but FISH...fish are nasty, they swim around in their own poop and drink their piss and eat crap...NASTY...

>Favorite Expression:

(B)"Okay, that does it... screw you guys, I'm going home."

(Fake Wizard)"Hey guys, let's settle this peacefully. Beers all around!"

(Thumper)"Semper Fi, Do or Die"

(Real Wizard)"What the freak?!?", "What the hell?!?" and other variations of the like.

(Vertigo)A little smile that makes others smile...

(Jesta)"...?"

(Bugman)"That's Tight"

>Favorite quote

(Bugman)""Physical life is limited, but a life of wisdom is unlimited."(Sifu Cheng Yen)

(Jesta)FAGETABOUTIT!!!

(Vertigo)"Study the past if you would divine the future" -Confucius

(Real Wizard)"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; Do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." - Joshua 1:9

>Does size matter?

(Fake Wizard)Hell yeah

(B) It depends on if you're talking about my willy or my bank account.

(Bugman)Females answer yes, and only some males like me answer yes, heh heh

(Jesta)it's not size, it's how well you use it, DUH!

(Vertigo)of course size matters. the motion of the ocean is more important though. what are you gonna do on your 10 ft. longboard if theres no waves?

(Real Wizard)Nah, look at Bruce Lee, he was like 135 pounds but he could kick the crap out of ANYBODY. Look at the Shaolin Monks, average weight 125 pounds. Conclusion? If you spend way too much time getting big as hell, you spend too little time learning how to fight. Hehehe. Oh you meant THAT size! Well hell yeah it matters.

>Daily work-out regimine?

(Fake Wizard)Ingest Creatine. Bench 3 sets of 200 pounds, run 2 miles, work triceps, delts, lats, abs, glutes, quads, and calves extensively. 30 pull ups.

(Bugman)I don't work out as much as I used to, but when I did, I did taekwondo three times a week for an hour at a time...broken down to 15 mins of strech exercises, 30 mins of cardio/kicking exercise, and last 15 mins of slowdown/self defense movements. Groundwork(jiujitsu) about once a week, I still try to do with whoever is around...

(Vertigo)working out ery other day- A-chest shoulder tri's. B-back bi's calves C-legs(he forgot to mention that he drinks that health shake stuff that makes you erect for the whole day if you don't work out after taking it...)

(Jesta)Work-Out? Wat's that?

(B)The occasional trips up and down the stairs provide the necessary cardiovascular workout only a smoker can appreciate.

(Real Wizard)Occasionally the pushups, pullups, situps, and shadowboxing/kicking, but mainly walking miles a day and playing flag football once a week.

>Who would make better taco salad?

Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez?

(Vertigo)"Tits....blondes.....Oh, What was the question?"

(Bugman)Jennifer's got a nice face, Salma got THE body...she can probably cook better too...but Jennifer is so cute...but Salma's got such...great...patooties!! It would be a sin for me to totally exclude Jennifer despite the fact that Salma is so damn fine...so, NO COMMENT

(Wizard)"Salma Hayek. She has a real Caliente Latina accent and classic awesome face. Plus I'd rather my wife be real sexy while not being too slutty like"

(Thumper)Salma Hayek...she's awesome. Jennifer who?

(B)No contest... it all started with "Desperado"... ever since I've dreamed of Salma. Even after "Money Train", Jennifer was unable to overthrow Salma from her lavish throne.

>What do you like about women?

(Vertigo)"Tits.....blondes.....Oh, What was the question?"

(Wizard)They cook good food

(Zapsta)Because Lexie is one of them(his girlfriend)

(Bugman)They're really really soft and they smell nice

(B)Sex, to have babies, and sex

(Jesta)The f*cking part...that's the good part...

>Favorite flick...

(Vertigo)Debbie Does Dallas

(Fake Wizard)Tommy Hillbilly and the Good Ol' Boys

(Bugman)Braveheart and Saving Private Ryan...something about them war scenes, be it with a 5 ft Claymore Sword or a Hand Grenade, it all boils down the same...a human being is reduced to little itty bitty pieces.

(Jesta)Top Gun and Grease

(B)Tie between the trilogies... Star Wars & Indiana Jones.

(Real Wizard)"The Godfather", it displays the inner closeness of family and what lengths people are willing to go to defend it. Also "Blood In, Blood Out: Bound By Honor" for the same reasons.

>Who would win, Jet Li, Van Damme, Jackie Chan, or Steven Segal?

(Fake Wizard)Gotta go wit mah boy Steven Seagal on this one.

(Bugman)I think all Jet Li has to do is look in anyone's general direction and just flinch, and the other dude would be on the ground(watch Fist of Legend to see why)

(Jesta)Jet baby

(Real Wizard)Bruce Lee, no one could beat Bruce Lee. Absolutely NO ONE who has ever lived, is living, or has yet to live can defeat Bruce Lee. What, he's not one of the choices? Well that's a mistake on your part buddy, a BIG freakin mistake pal!

(Thumper)Anyone who can do all them stunts...jump off the roof of a building and can survive a car crash and jump up a wall like a monkey is one tough mofo. Jackie Chan is a tough SOB.

(B)Hmmm... lemme think... after all four decided to take a break from their film careers and fight one another it would be easy to say that Jet Li would immediately show Steven Segal that yes... he too has joints that can be broken. Besides, Steven Segal wasn't wearing his lucky black ensamble so he never stood a chance. Van Damme soon broke out his pretty little 360 roundhouse three feet off the ground just before Jackie leveled him with a combination toaster/lawn chair. Jet Li and Chan were soon left battling it out until Chan broke his leg while attempting a difficult leap to dodge Li's onslaught. In the end, Jet Li reigns supreme. (I know that was gay and not funny, but I don't care... I'm trying not to study right now)


Aiight y'all, check it out. I found this poem on some dude's page, and he said that he found it all folded up inside an old book he had come across along with some marijuana residue. I thought this poem is pretty good, so here it goes...

"Untitled",

by some unknown pot-head

Featherfowl forever flying

Have you heard the children crying?

Hunger-stricked, daily dying

Have you seen the orphan child

Little one that knows no smile

Noble bird, God's own invention

The Eastern world we hardly mention

To give relief we've no intention

For them we do not care

For we are here here

and they are there

And even though your flight is clear

Ourselves is all that we hold dear

On silver trays we eat our meals

On the phone we make our deals

From our pockets money spills

For them we do not care

Noble bird now heaven bound

Report to God what you have found

Foundations layed no longer sound

For mankind no longer cares


Lastly, I just wanna say that I really believe in individuality. I try not to 'conform' to society, rather, I set my own 'norms' and try to live by them. Live life fully and make lots of children. When ya think about it, there are an infinite number of inprobabilities that came to be that in the end, make you YOU. Your grandfather didn't hafta get his knee shot and end up in a hospital bed and end up falling in love with the nurse that became your grandmother. And then your dad didn't have to get caught stealing sugarcane from the guy who would end up becoming your other grandfather. You're dad didn't have to get stationed in Norfolk, Va and also have shore leave on Feb of 1977. It's all a great big blob of incredible odds that YOU had to be YOU, so realize that to be YOU is truely something special. Make your life count. Make a mark in the world that everyone that comes after you will see.

I guess that's all...That's WORD.