Thursday, April 30, 2009

So So Def...

Sunshine's shining today.

What does this mean? It means I'ma bump that music -- on that old school. None of this 'I'ma skeet skeet skeet on your feet feet feet, it feels neat neat neat, while I do it on the street street street!'

I need something that makes you wanna dance -- that rump shaking music! I don't know how many of ya'll will remember.. but what do you know about So So Def Bass All-Stars? What do you know about calling about your slick partna? Not your booty call, but your "slick partna"?About to get educated real quick..

This is that feel good music -- makes you forget the your cares, at least for a little bit. I mean, who doesn't wanna feel that bass on yo ass? I know I do...*pause*. But for real, I'm tryna break out that Magnavox along with like 8 duracell D-batteries and go on campus and do this..

Arthur out!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Mango Salsa

Got home from a long day in the lab -- I wanna say around 2:30PM?

Exhausted from looking at my nerd schematics and dying of hunger, I reach for one of Arthur's favorite foods -- chips and salsa. Chips and salsa is serious business. Arthur is serious business. At least when he's hungry.

You know whats better than chips and salsa? Chips and mango salsa. Both brand new. No half chip shit here, no sir. I'm going for the gusto, I'm going for the gold, I'm going for the big Arthur gut.

It's 3:00PM now and I'm watching my friend play Killzone 2 while just nom nom nom'ing and feelin' all that mango and tortilla tickle the tastebuds. Then it happens. The sun's beaming on me, my eyelids start to feel heavy, chip crumbs are all over my face and chest...


After I drool all over his couch pillows (sorry, Aron), I stumble to my room to get ready for boxing. Still feeling the effects of the salsa and chips, I lay down for a minute.

I lied.

I ended up laying down for hours. I just now woke up. I just took a 7+ hour nap. I woke up feeling like...

I mean, I feel great and all... but what I'm I going to do for the rest of the night? Twiddle my thumbs? Play checkers with myself (King me, bitch!)? Listen to Selena (RIP) and actually live out the lyrics, on that 'Dreaming of You' tip?

Damn mango Salsa. Hurt so good.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Filipino Food for Thought

Filipino food.

Earlier today I was wondering, why hasn't Filipino food gone mainstream? I mean, people go out to sample the culinary arts from all over Asia -- Vietnamese (foo!!), Chinese, Japanese, shit.. even Indian -- but it seems like Filipino food got the short end of the stick.

I feel like nobody ever wants to go out and get Filipino food... except for Filipinos. Doesn't make sense because you or your moms, or your dad, or your tito, or your tita should be at least able to make ONE dish. Otherwise, you takin' that..

I think it's because Filipino food is weird.

Like how are you going to call a dish 'chocolate meat' when there's no damn chocolate in it? I ate this so much when I was little, solely on my mom's word that it was actually Hershey's and not Porky Pig's hemoglobin and T-Cells. It's okay though -- I ate everything. I was also fat.

Balut though? This be on that crazy tip -- once I turned ten and figured out what this was, I gave my mom the Heisman every time she offered. I mean, it's a chick fetus. C'mon now. Every time I describe this to one of my friends, they be like this...

Call me not a true Filipino, but I'ma chill with that stuff -- I'll leave it to Andrew Zimmern to do that. I'll still eat Filipino food regardless, but there are just somethings we make that are too weird for it to mainstream.

Arthur out!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

One thing that sucks...

I'm a laid back. I'm easy going. I'm nice. If you met me, you would be captivated and engulfed within my positive aura. I think I might be talking bullshit, maybe. But there are some things that just straight up irritate me.

Farting right after you're done taking a shower. Sucks.

I mean you come back from a workout or a long day, you're just itching to take that hot shower. And maybe make boo boo, but that just might be me. But just having the scalding water wash all the worries away... it's a great feeling. You walk out, feelin' brand new, feelin' on top of the world, feelin' all grown and sexy.

Then *poot*. You fart.

I mean you waited all day for this, got clean and everything, then your body decides to be an asshole (lol) and tells you to pass flatulence? Just tainting your butt's air supply right when you walk out? Having that poison gas just linger on your epidermis right after you got done scrubbing it?

Man, that sucks.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Cassie, why?

Ya'll know about Cassie -- that half black, half filipina girl that sung that song about me? Me & U?

I know them other guys, they been talking bout the way I do what I do
They heard I was good, they wanna see if it's true
They know you're the one I wanna give it to
I can see you want me too
Now, it's me and you... Arthur.

Well, I turned her down recently. Retorting back, she ends up doing this..

I'm perplexed. I'm distraught. I'm vexed.

How you gonna have a cleaner lineup than me? How you gonna have a barber just give you a skin tight just like that? Only on one side, to boot. What part of the game is this? But whatever, you still cute. I'll still let you play Street Fighter and eat Haagen Dazs pints with me, eff it.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Too much Fighting Cock

Alcohol can be such an asshole sometimes.

Especially 103 Proof alcohol named after feisty male genitalia, under the guise of fighting, ferocious game chickens.

My birthday was a lot of fun! It was like a rollercoaster, except it only had two parts -- the part where excitement courses through your veins as you keep going up and up... then to the point where your supposed trip to the heavens is abruptly interrupted as you breach the crest and just go careening towards the ground.

Too much Fighting Cock.

Drink's kept coming to me. Being the occasional asshole and that it's my birthday, I take on all comers -- pounding them out as if I was a combination of Justin Slayer and Mr. Marcus. *pause*

Eventually, the inevitable dethroning of King Arthur happened. I just wished that it didn't happen before 11 PM.

Too much Fighting Cock.

I mean, I didn't even get to go out to the bar I was supposed to go to -- I was blacked out and dunzo by then. Some things that I did as told to me by my friends the next day:
Acting like a douche, I yelled out "WHAT UP!?" as I was stumbling to the bathroom. I then run into the wall.

I sat down on the curb then just fell backwards and smacked my head on some gravel. This explains the bumps on my head the next morning.

I went to go pee next to some dumpsters in an alley with my roommate *pause*. After he's done, he rounds the corner to find me laying down on the ground. In the alley.

Too much Fighting Cock.

Not everybody could make it out because it was a Tuesday, but to everybody that did... thanks ya'll! I truly appreciate each and every one of you for coming and celebrating King Arthur's birthday.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

It's my birthday today!

Woooo boy!

I'm on my Michael Jordan -- the big 23.

Crazy. It seemed like it was just yesterday that I would be sitting with at the kitchen table back at my parents house, hunkered over a gameboy, with a plate full of bagel bites conveniently placed near reach, with an issue of Nintendo Power open. Now I'm 23, buried in books, about to graduate in a quarter and embark on this thing they call "real life".


The sun's out. Started my day right with that Arthur Breakfast.

I bought this whiskey yesterday -- when I saw it, it was love at first sight... I HAD to have it. Pretty sure I'm crackin' this open tonight.

*pause* Big ups to Dex for showing me the truth, that's what she said. I can already hear the perverted jokes I'm going to blurt out. "Wanna sip on my... Wanna guzzle my ... Grab that..."

To everybody that wished me happy birthday, gave me something, hug, kiss, sexual favors, declared their love for me...

Arthur out!

Friday, April 3, 2009

My head just exploded...

Speechless. I know it's an advertisment, but I wouldn't put it past Bruce's skillset. Definitely one person I look up to and admire.

This video got me mesmerized though -- how is dude gonna just light up those matches being thrown at him like its nothing?

Cot damn.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

That's what Sarah Palin said..

I can have a somewhat perverse sense of humor sometimes. Okay, maybe all the time. If you know me personally, you can attest to this. You can also see why I enjoyed this video.

I find myself saying this a lot -- I mean, it's just so easy sometimes. I just stick it in whenever I feel like it.

That's what she said.