DIZTURBIA.COM | EPISODE 29 / CODE:WHI | "V-DAY (PART II)" | 02/10/15

I. V-DAY VII (PART DEAUX)

Hey, it'z your boy DJ DIZTURBIA (a.K.a "DVSNGH" Dave Singh) here,

here to bring to y'allz "PART DEAUX (TWO, 2) of my epic "V-DAY" blog/rant,
be writing thiz *LIVE* at #BCC/#BRAMALEA Centre Mall (City of Brampton),
alongzide another amazin LARGE #STARBUCKS FRAPPUCCINO +4 SHOTZ.
It'z interesting, in order for me to perform (meaning, write theze blogz, lol),
yeah, it now requirez loadza highly caffeinated coffee (before, it didn't),
and you know how much diz drink cost me, $8.75, dunnoboutyoufuckaz,
but I think that'z fuckin expenzive, I mean, it tazte good and everything,
but if it now requirez -this- every week to get my brain flowing, idunno man.


II. V-DAY 2012

But anywayz, gettin back to the main subject ("V-DAY"), let'z talk about 2012,
I kinda had to -work- that evening, and yeah, I didn't really object to it,
thought it maybe be a good thing, as oppozed to like, ummm, being home
-lonesome n miserable- in my bedroom (cussin off random peoplez on the net).
At the time thoigh, I was only about -4 months into my -then- new restaurant job,
and yeah, I wuz a little "slow" and barely able to keep up the (fast) pace
(becuz, if you didn't know, the restaurant that I work at is kinda like,
ummm, amongst the #1 hottest "dating spotz" in all of my city, Brampton),
tho I did "survive" by the end of it, needlezz to say, that night scarred me,
so much, well, I kinda made a vow to myself never to work "V-DAY" night again,
and yeah, schedule myself off (in advance), and that I did (the next 2 yearz).


III. V-DAY 2010

So let'z see, there wuz "V-DAY 2010", where the focus wuzn't so much on
me (ummm) GETTIN LAID, plain and simple, I juz wanted to be with somebody,
didn't care who, az long she wuz a girl (obviouzly), and during that time,
I wuz ridin high on the whole "social networking" thing, despite the fact,
no bitchez (on them sitez) liked me nor wanted to get with me, still, lol,
in ma mind, I thought I had 'some chance', so I *tried... tried... tried*,
and yeah, I wuz tryin real real hard to establish A DATE (for V-DAY night),
and yeah, nobody wuz accepting (hence why I think I'm such a loser).
But yeah, I juz kept throwin my (cell) number left n right, at bitchez (online),
hoping by miracle -ANYBODY- (girl obviouzly) would text/wanting to meet up.


IV. V-DAY 2010 II (IN-DETAIL)

So yeah, that'z where I metup with thiz bitch named "Mary Jane" (fake name),
who agreed to meetup with me and her (chick) friend at #SHOPPERSWORLD mall,
sayin how she wanted me to take her out shopping "for a lil bit" (her quote),
and that we would "have fun" after (assuming that she meant, um, SEX).
When I met her, she guided me right away into Sirens (store), and started
freaking out, saying she left "her mom's credit card" home, and wuz wondering
if she could 'borrow' minez, but yeah, turnz out she wuz juz tryin scam me hard,
luckily, I didn't have credit card then, or else I coulda been royally fucked.
Silly me tho, I actually thought the whole time, we're gonna be "friendz",
and be meeting up, and chillin, til she (lol) chewed me out (via text) later on.


V. V-DAY 2008

So next, there wuz the ohso memorable "V-DAY" of 2008, thiz being the one,
I, uh, TRIED TO LOZE MY VIRGINITY (FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME),
by meanz of an escort (a.K.a HOOKER), at the amazing, wonderful cost of
$300 (FOR "THE HOUR"), thru this (escort) agency called DREAM-MAKERS.
Now, in explaining how I got the $300 (to pay the bitch), and the other $150
(to cover hotel room), considering, I had no real 'job' from 2003 til like 2011,
in late '07, I wuz able find 'work', selling t-shirtz at a booth in #SHOPPERSWORLD,
at an awesome pay of $6/hour, but yeah, by January '08 I kinda got tha boot.
So yeah, in the 3 monthz I done that, I wuz able to amass a couple hundred,
and quite sad, most of that money would end up being *BLOWN* on 'one night'.


VI. V-DAY 2008 II (IN-DETAIL)

So if you wondering how the resultz turned out, with me and "Ginger"
(name of the hoebag), well, it wuz pretty fuckin bad from beginning to end.
Thiz here being, my firzt 'sexual encounter' ever with any girl/woman,
az well az my first dealing with tha mindset of a 'prostitute', ya, ummm,
seein az, I wuz only able to afford 'one hour' ($300/an hour hoebag),
she rushed it from the very start, and what else can I say, "technical difficultiez".
And then she goez n tellz me, in tha end, "everything happenz for a reazon",
tryin spin it positively, like I wuz meant to fuckin *bomb* (in bed) for a reazon.
She wuz kinda right tho, everything doez happen for a reazon, bein that,
wheneva I do decide to finally END MY LIFE, yeah, it be done for good reazon.


VII. V-DAY (PAST HIZTORY)

So anywayz, I thought dig back a bit further now, much much further actually,
in termz of V-DAY, and yeah, how much it indeed tormented me as a youth,
I'm talkin both grade school and high school, how "V-DAY" wuz very much
*SHOVED DOWN OUR THROATZ* (dunno if it'z still "promoted" az hard

theze dayz, az compared to when I wuz in school) and it seemed like, and maybe

it'z juz me, if you didn't have an "(opposite sex) close friend", well then,
that makes you a bit of a "LOSER" on V-DAY, lolz, and it probably be better
to juz stay home, and let this be day for the "WINNERZ" (people in relationshipz)
to prance about, doin what they do best, "SHOWING OFF -THEIR LOVE-"
Had I known better, I woulda never went to school on V-DAY, but I did (so).


VIII. V-DAY VIII

So yeah, I *wuz* gonna expand a bit more on "V-DAY", and how much it
indeed *SCARRED* me as a youth, and yeah, had it NEVER EXISTED
(and be promoted to death the way it is, all thanks to, "the corporate machine"),
yeah, I would be a much more 'pleasant, happier, focused' person today,
and yeah, not the FUCKED UP LOON that I be, writing this 20 paragraph bullshit!
And believe me, I honeztly feel I can go another 10 paragraphs, beyond this.
Ooh yeah, I forgot to talk about the one "V-DAY", I wuz kinda sorta gonna
(ummm) -KILL MYSELF- and that I wuz (true story) hyping it up on various
social media/forum sitez (in the monthz ahead), but -THAT- kinda got halted,
when I got put into '24-hour psychiatric hold', but anywayz, nough said.


IX. V-DAY 2015 PLANZ (???)

So if you're wondering now, what "planz" I got, going into "V-DAY" this year?!
Do I plan on dishin out hard cash yet again on some sleazyass hoe? Nope.
Do I plan to go on hot pursuit in trying to get a "date" for "V-NIGHT"? Nope.
And of course, do I plan on (maybe idunno) KILLING MYSELF? Nope.
Let'z see here, I have to work (8-5), and then I'M FREEEEEEEEEE after that :)
And having thought about -IT- for sometime now (in recent weekz)...
I've decided, I'm going to try to be -HAPPY- for once on "V-DAY" (awww!),
and even better, -HAPPY- for all those out there currently in love (awhmgz!).
Yeah, I'M FUCKIN SERIOUZ, I kid you not (...I'm actually -NOTTT- seriouz...)
I PLAN TO DRINK MYSELF TO THE POINT OF NEAR UNCONSCIOUSNEZZ! <3


X. V-DAY IX (IN-CLOZING)

So yeah, let me juz elaborate on that a lil more, I seriouzly have planz to go to
tha LCBO (sometime before V-DAY, obviouzly, az I'm avoiding be out in public
dat day, dezpite the fact, I'm indeed fuckin forced to work dat same morning),
but yeah, I'm gonna hit up tha LCBO, and get me a nice bottle of HAWD LIQUOR
(gotta be 35% vol. or more), and yeah, when I get home from work (on V-DAY),
assuming around 5:30ish time, I'm gonna crank that bottle (-alone in me room-),
not all at once, obviously, since I'm a bit of a pu$$y when comez to tha liquor,
but yeah, it'z gunna be ma GOAL alright, dat I drink to tha point... I BLACKOUT!
What elze can I say, gonna -PUNISH MYSELF GOOD- ova tha fact it'z V-DAY,
and I don't got a GF/DATE... nothing... dezpite how hard I'z tried to (you know) </3


Paragraphs I, II, III and IV written at Bramalea City Centre mall (Brampton)
Paragraphs V and VI written on Brampton Transit bus (Brampton)
Paragraphs VII, VIII, IX and X  written at Home (Brampton)