the '90s: a decade of greatness

depending on when you were born, you may or may not agree with that title. i was born in 1986. i have cloudy memories of the '80s. i do remember when batman came out in 1989. how do i remember that? i have no clue, but i was obsessed with michael keaton for years afterwards. i mainly remember the NINETIES! *sigh* such good times in that era. bad times too, but damn it feels good to look back at that time. look back with me.



i was a big nickelodeon head back in the day. in my grandparents' house, the channel rarely changed to anything else, and i loved them for that.


legends of the hidden temple was the shit. i was always pretending to be on either the silver snakes or the purple parrots.


the homie kirk fogg and olmec. yeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh


i know you wanted to be on wild and crazy kids as bad as i did.


family double dare!!!!




salute your shorts was by far one of my favorite shows, but it cant beat...




easily one of the the best shows ive ever seen


ARTIE! the strongest maaaaaannnnnnnnnn....in the woooorld


theyre slacking on not putting this show in dvd. now the wonder years is my favorite show ever. and apparently winnie cooper, real name danica mckellar is a mathematician genius and wrote a couple tutorial books for kids. nice

and she grew up reeeaaaaalllll nice


boy meets world was the shit too


word topanga? i likey



i vaguely remember will smith when he was somewhat hood.



everyone was feeling the homie stefan UrKel for some reason. he wasnt that smoove. im a hater, yes



THUNDERCATS HOOOOO!!!!!!!




power rangers changed my life


im going to buy these one day. and im so serious.


i used to go to the library at grand army plaza to print out an absurd amount of dbz pics to sketch out. wasted so much paper. ehhh, i loved it






whoooaaaa momma, do the monkey!




steve harvey!!!


the wayans bros put me on to jordans, a tribe called quest, and thick women. dee was no little woman. hickedeeeeeeeeee

im getting tired so i'll leave you guys with my favorite memory of the '90s





i will always love the knicks because of patrick ewing. he, like all the other great players, just had the great misfortune to play in the same era as the greatest





but its all good, it made for a great brain filled with great memories. peace kids.

some things are coincidences...

...and some things merely are not. my good friend sonya phoned me and said she had a dream about me the other night. in the dream i was enrolled at barnard college, the all-woman sister school of columbia university. when she asked what i was doing there, i said "im here to learn how to love". one of my favorite songs is what the snowman learned about love, by stars. if you know me well, you know why my reply in that dream struck me as something to at least ponder about. if you get a chance, download that song. it starts out pretty weird but trust me, it gets so much better.



and last but not least, a poem that a very little person put me onto. i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life. Which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide. And this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart...i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart. i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart. i am never without. anywhere i go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done is done by only me is your doing, my darling. i fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet. i want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true. and its you, what ever a moon has always meant and what ever a sun will always sing, is you.




have fun tomorrow. the sun will be shining for us

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some things that keep me going somehow

dont burn bridges unless you have a yacht

its been a pretty rough week. had some losses, felt consistent depression, lack of funds, etc., but its a new day. i was speaking to another associate at adidas named michael and he had some very insightful words for me. i think it was what i needed to hear. you live and you learn. you have to shine a light on your mind


my front door that doesnt protect us from much

last night i went to meet up with the homie paris at his place of employment. i went to high school in that area so i thought id take some nostalgic looks around the outside of the building and area. lets look back at park west high school (r.i.p)


where we spent our late mornings before they let us in to slack off


the school seal on the side of the building


the side window that teased us of freedom. if only we knew how easy we had it


the walk we did every morning


fat sals held me down after school


stop chillin on the corner


the driver in this cab saw that i was trying to take a pic of the billboard and he turned on the light for me. much love to the homie 9B98


devil juice: great for the hard times, enabler of the hard times

peace

we can fund the war but cant feed the poor

seriously, the homelessness rate in this city is out of control



broadway / lafayette train station on a saturday, 7:30 pm.

its really a cruel world we live in

ATTENTION: A-Rod has breached his nike contract!

not really, he just came into the adidas store to buy some socks. the man needs comfort when lying next to madonna's cryptkeeper looking ass. or any other sexy (young) ladies.






nope, i didnt get to take a pic with a-rod. why?

because im a met man, BABY!!!


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america: big business, no morals

i was going to work one day and i saw a woman reading the newspaper. i couldnt see exactly what she was reading but i DID see the back of the paper. and this is what it said



so someone thought it would be a good idea to make money off of infidelity. smart person, because tons of people have bought into this website. i was having a gay day and was watching the tyra banks show one day and this website, ashleymadison.com, was the topic of the hour; well it was partially the topic. the overall discussion was on infidelity. one woman came on the stage and proudly told everyone that she has had over 100 sexual partners...while being married. the poor guy has no idea his wife is a whore slut douchebag. thank you ashleymadison.com for ruining marriages.

seriously, is this what our country has come to? we have gone so low as to forget the sacred morals of loving our husbands / wives just to make a buck. no wonder our respect level internationally has plummeted to a point of no return.

we no welcome here / crime in the sidi

the good homie dean put us on to a cheap dumpling spot in chinatown. 46 eldridge street to be exact. we all placed our orders and waited. when we received our dumplings, sidi asked if they had any soy sauce. the cook snapped back "no more, no more!" okay, we'll use hot sauce instead, no worries. we go across the street to dine because the establishment was pretty small. i was pretty hungry so after i downed 8 vegetable dumplings i wanted some
MOAR!!


so i go back in prosperity dumplings and what do i see? them refilling the soy sauce container. i had to leave immediately to report the foul to the homies. paris then went into the dumpling shop and came out with the newly filled soy sauce container so we can all enjoy it privately.

the black, columbian, and filipino (me, sidi, paris, rick, and dean) community will not support this establishment any longer


this is obviously soy sauce


spreading the sauce amongst the minoriTEAM!


racism sucks, guys. we dont mess with prosperity dumplings. better yet, chinatown is blowing it in general. the chinese restaurant by les denied us entry and told us to go across the street even though there were people dining in their restaurant. smh.

after having les to ourselves, he decided to take our blitzed asses home. this is what les does to your hands



as soon as i took the camera out, sidi wanted to get unnecessarily artsy



so he asked to see the camera. i was reluctant to give it to him because i know how he gets on trains. i love you dude, but youre the attention seeker in the group. i gave him the camera and sidi proceeded to lay on the train floor in order to take a picture. this is what he came up with



pretty legit imo, but stop laying on the damn floor you bum. the woman in the top left of the next pic felt the same way



we had to get off of the 5 train because the last stop was bowling green. the mta is the kingdom of suckage and they really need to step it up because theyre getting way too much money for the service to be as shitty as it is. fucking slackers. rant over.


paris was blitzed. rick was not. somehow they look the same.


paris stroking the can


i took this one bending down. it sucks, but whatever


we do aNYthing for arizona iced tea. word.






my wee wee


sidi's no-no zone








we're all different, but why does that mean we cant make living in this world easier for each other?