hey Guys
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life here on the beach is great. but time goes by so very slow. i think it has to do with the fact that i am always on the go and here all i do is lie on the beach and get messages for 200 baht - which is about 8 bucks canadian. pretty nice. but i do miss home- believe it or not -and i am almost getting sick of shopping - almost.
beck - i went to your site- happy?
AD- HAppy Birthday- i'm sorry im not celebrating- but ill bring home some good old thai liquor and we can have a good time then.
ANDY- welcome back into town
PAR- yes it does look like ted
Oh- we don't get to go on elephant rides tomorrow- but we hopefully will when we head down south - bu we are going to see an 11 teir waterfall that we will climb a bit of- we will see how it goes.

so... AD, happy belated birthday.
I haven't checked this web page since my last post on the 17th,
so I just didn't get it in time, sorry!

Paras, autorefresh SUCKS!
I can't even get through a couple of posts without my computer refreshing.

And... I just experienced the most effective form of birth control ever.
You try hanging out with a whole bunch of rambunctious little kids all night,
including 9-month old twins.
They were so cute, but such an incredible handful.
little fingers reaching for everything, pulling hair, smearing things on your face...
Just remember that could be in your future, and things are not a rosy as you think.

Well, cheers!

oh, and yes, I'll be having a post-Christmas party yet again this year.
You'll have to e-mail me for the details though (because I don't know them yet!).

Will somebody please stop the rhyming?
It's not that I have anything against rhyme in general but those on here just suck.
There's absolutely no purpose for them, half the time they don't rhyme, and the other half it's so goddamn forced it's rediculous.
If you have something to say, DO NOT put it in rhyme if you expect myself or some other people to bother reading it.
That's all you mother-fucking-cock-sucking-piece-'o-shit-rat-bastard-slut Eminem wannabes!

"Why can't we all just along?"
ain't the name of the game of some stupid-ass song,
turns out it's from a presidential speech all along,
why you always gotta get my quotes wrong?
Yer like my Cheech Marren and I be yer Chong,
So I shouldn't hafta teach yas how to load a barren bong.
I'd also teach ya a little bambi,
but that P-Dawg blocks my log
like he thinks he's friggin Marcus Camby
but there can only be one number 23,
and it's not that damn-P
so I guess it gotsta be me.

Now in the meanwhile check my freestyle
words queing through the turnstiles
birds veiwing catz like they're kitties
viewing kiddies like they're pedophiles
catchin' peep-Toms from their crime-files
spinnin criminal records like a turntablist evangelist
top-10 wanted-list of prison-bustin escape-artists
wreakin damage and perpetratin outside the slammage
parole violatin while they be incarceratin
body-bags in back trunks gettin crammaged
lil piggies fryin like bacon and all they've managed
is shakin the inner-city disadvantaged
while the real evil on the streets of e-ville
escapes tween the feet of the police-filled
kuz the Cops in the donut shops are on the beat like a sucka MC
with a DJ who can't scratch or beat-match
demandin a re-match while spinnin the cat-scratch-fever
to whip up a new batch to beat-catch butcha can't do that either,
and the MC needs a mouth-wash with some 2000 of Lever,
kuz his words got no cash-money without referrencing 'beaver'
But I gots the wordplay like I bring the foreplay
as diverse as Coldplay opening for Seether
I breakas yer Brocca's areas
if you be tryin to comprehend my textual flow
adds seizures to yer leisure so
just let go of it and go with it
it will make things so much easier yo.
Lay low like Saddam while ya can
in a mudhole if'n ya hopes to dodge the shrapnel of my freeflow.
This is just the beginning of the means to the ends my friends,
kuz winning by brute-force isn't mean; it's the trends.

yo the track's not "why can't we all get along"
it's "why can't we be friends?" or "where's the love?"
or this is the sound made from crying doves
i flip it back to the Purple Rain if you can check it
that means Prince and y'all better respect it
like a Supreme i spell my town with a Mo
i just give it all out like ho ho ho
but i flows till my nose is red like a rose
don't knows when to stops cause the show don't close
till the oldschool stance is a pose
and that means braggin' and that means posture
and every emcee knows i'm gonna clock ya
like a taxi cabber with the dialectic no backstabber
don't need an 808 i keep it real with the hand clappers
so when the party gets live we shout out to the Adrian Haste'
cause he loves my every line of rhyme that's metaphor poisoned and laced

I Gotz a bone to pick
with a certain prick
who felt it impertenant
to in the second act
up and curtain it.
C'mon, where's the tact?
That's some hurtin shit.
But no censor-fication
can deter the mastication
of the phenomes in my genomes
kuz I done master patience.
So try as you might, I'll be back every night,
so don't be a hater kuz it makes me an instigator
altho set-up-the-bomb is probably wrong,
I'm still misunderstood like King Kong
Why "Can't we all just... get along?"

Crazy walls makin stupid stalls
messin up the climate for all
bust down on the barrièrs and
bust out on the derrière.
Peoples like to mess up the hair
but I like to crack up the rear till it's medium rare.
Yea I'm a secret bad ass like dat,
like closets in the rat or caves in a bat.
Secret identity, I hide it like I hide my beer.
Deep inside or somewhere off, you hear?
Gotta go, gotta jet. I be catchin you at the next inlet.

Merry Christmas friends and all.
Happy B day Adrian.

Happy birthday Adrian... Yes I'm going to your party tonight... Yeah! free Love!

ok, here's the deal. I get to have some people over tommorow though with must live with some conditions. First, that if you can't make it, you'll make it up to me later, assuming we have a we're moving in party. Second, that we keep the noise under control. Third, that everybody gets the hell out of my house by 1 AM. I don't have a hell of a lot of room, so it will be rather cramped too. I also have to say, that my basement isn't the most exiting of all places. Nice for a few people, but not built to house to many. I'm sorry for this in advance. But after about ten or so, it becomes much like just sitting in corners or under a weight bench because it's the most comfortable spot left. My mom wants to take me out for dinner, so if people want to make thier presence no sooner than 8:30 please. Love me now, or love me later, it's up to you guys. I won't be upset if no one shows.

Also, it's a byob, I have a fair amount left over from the wedding party, so I can spare a little. But it's all the hard stuff. Anybody for highballs?? yeah, no really drunk people in my basement. Slightly drunk fine, but wasted no.

If you guys have planned something completly different tommorow and just haven't bothered to tell me fine, I'll live, but right now I'm just fishing for a little love and attention. I can have one day damnit!! It's my day, and none of you have school!! Consider this you guys being told. I know now that exams are over, nobody checks this board, and since it's late most of you aren't getting this until tommorow afternoon, and by then you all have better plans. I know, even better than me... I can admit that! Though never accept it. Anyhow, I now it's short, and I'm not phoning anybody, since I just can't be bothered... hmmm, I'm desperately searching for love but to lazy to try to bring it to me? I wonder about myself sometimes... Where was I?? oh yeah, try to show up, for everyone else at the very least.