I. MY B-DAY III (CONTINUED...)
Hey it'z your boy DJ DIZTURBIA (a.K.a "DVSNGH" Dave Singh) here,
bringing to you now a very special "PART 2" (not originally planned, btw)
of my (EPISODE 31) blog "MY B-DAY (05.31.15), thiz here being written LIVE
at 747 Brampton Flea Market (LOL, welcome tha true hood of Brampton).
And you wanna know what ma bizznezz iz doin here, one fuckin word,
starts wit "G" and rhymez wit (let'z see, ummm) "SWIRLZZZ", yeah!
It definitately ain't for -tha bargainz- and sure az fuck, not for the clothingz,
no offence (I kid you) to tha peepz who wear that cheapazz/knockoff shit,
but yeah, literally az I'm here typin thiz shit, I must got -AT LEAZZZT-
$1500 in $WAG from head-ta-toe, not that I'm braggin, lolz (tho I actually am).
II. 747 FLEA MARKET
So it'z a bit strange, in that, I'm probably the only dude who goez to
thiz flea market (or any flea market) not for "bargainz" or buy anythin (really),
but goin mainly for BITCHEZ, and I'm not talkin "GHETTO (BLACK) BITCHEZ",
but there'z indeed plenty of *BROWN SUGAR* scattered around here, talkin
-GUYANEZE BITCHEZ... TRINI BITCHEZ... TAMIL BITCHEZ- (get ma point?),
whether it be the onez workin the stallz/boothz, or juz onez browsing,
I literally can't go a full minute without passin near a pritty brown bitch or two,
it'z too bad tho, I don't have the actual ability to -you know- TALK to them
(especially, when alotta them be givin me some intense eye-to-eye, forrreal)
unfortunately, all I know how to do is look $WAGGY, and stare holez thru em.
III. BRAMALEA CITY CENTRE (MALLRAT)
So yeah, for thoze who don't know, I'm pretty much what one classifiez
a "MALLRAT", lol, someone who really lacks a life and haz nothin better to do,
but be at a mall 5-6 dayz a week, doin absolute JACK $HIT, cause yeah,
it'z understandable, if you WORK THERE, but seein az I obviouzly don't,
and not really buyin shit, cept maybe a cup a coffee or two or three, lolz,
but yeah, I seemed to passed on that wonderful trait (of being a MALLRAT)
into other placez, az iz tha flea market (I guezz, makin me also a FLEA-RAT?).
Dunno what elze to tell ya, but yeah, life kinda suckz when mostawhatyado with
your spare time iz tryin to FIND A PARTNER (hence the reason I'm HERE),
but yeah, say I did find MA FUTURE WIFEY here, I could (foreva) live with that.
IV. PANDIT GENESHJI
So before I do get back to main subject here (it bein, ya know, my bday),
tho I didn't have much in form of "interaction" during my time (yesterday) at
(747) flea market (writin thiz piece here btw, btw, at #BRAMALEA mall),
I did get handed a somewhat interesting, uh, "business card" of sortz,
from some Indian lady, helping promote some (local, nearby) "Astrologer",
by name of PANDIT GANESHJI, who accordin to hiz card here, claimz to be a
"specialist in removing Black Magic Spirit, 100% guaranteed" (Hmmm).
While most are able to -see through- thiz card, and yeah, eazily laugh it off
az 'nonsense' and 'a total waste of onez money', hey, I think otherwize,
-COULD BLACK MAGIC BE THA REAZON I CAN'T GET A GIRL FRIEND?!-
V. BLACK MAGIC
So yeah, hahaha, soundz a bit -IIINNNSSSAAANNNEE- am I right?!
The whole "BLACK MAGIC bein the cause a me not gettin A GIRL FRIEND" :P
And not just girl friendz, guy friendz too, ALL FUCKIN FRIENDZ, PERIOD!
While I haven't put all that much thought into it atm (not az of -yet- tho),
-THE IDEA- haz come to me, that sometime, before my bday (05.30.15),
I should give thiz PANDIT GANESHJI a visit, and yeah, if it'z gonna have to
(eventually) take HUNDRED$$ outta ma pocket to *GET THA JOB DONE*,
see if I can get thiz BLACK MAGIC (SPELL? CURSE? HEX?) taken off me,
cuz yeah, if I don't, every single thing I be doin ***RIGHT THIZZZ SECOND***
in tryin to achieve ma hopez and dreamz, may all be for NOTHIN, in tha end.
VI. BLACK MAGIC II
So I'm gonna give it some time to think it over, but yeah, let'z juz imagine,
if indeed there iz some truth to it, that tha fact, the cauze of ma life bein (lol)
SUPERRR FUCKKKED the way it iz, yeah, could be cuzza BLACK MAGIC,
and yeah, if it were to be (LOLz) *** REMOVED***, perhapz within (idunno)
DAYZ? WEEKZ?? HOURZ??? MINUTEZ??? my life might be for tha better?!
I'll start seein $HIT that wuzn't ever happening before, like, idunno,
me gettin NICE REPLIEZ from bitchez online (az oppozed to the 99% BS I get),
me gettin APPROACHED/HIT ON/COMPLIMENTED by bitchez in random placez,
or me gettin GETTIN LUCKY with sum bitch at a mall (in tha backroom
/change stall) of her store, HAHAHA, tha list of examplez could go on...
VII. LE CASTILE (RESTAURANT)
So az I be headin into my BDAY, like I said, with somewhat high expectationz,
while there'z a hugeazz cloud of -uncertainty- hoverin over it, az we speak,
one thing that iz -for certain- iz that I know where I plan to have dinner,
and of that $1000, I made mention of earlier in tha blog, a good percent of it
iz intended to cover 'dinner for 2', az well az, the taxi (both to and from),
seeing az I, uh, don't drive (and ain't dependin on favours from siblingz).
And if you'z wondering what restaurant I got my mind set on, well, it'z a
super high-end restaurant named "Le Castile" in Mississauga, specializing
in steak/seafood, my bro had taken me to, a weekz ago (for the first time),
that I was so impressed with, I juz knew -I wuz comin back- one day.
VIII. MY B-DAY IV
So now az far az -after dinner- goez, yeah, that'z where thingz (hopefully)
get -TURNT UP-, az long az, I don't stuff myself like a pig (reminda to self: not to stuff ma face too hard or elze it might affect my performance later on).
Now in order for tha night to -TAKE OFF- (after dinner) like I hope to,
it'z gonna require a girl -WITH EXPERIENCE- (you know what experience)
to get thingz swingin into motion, seein az, I'm kinda the dude who kinda
lacks tha -KNOW HOW- when in comez to -DOIN $HIT- with tha ladiez.
And if for whatever reason, the "G" iz unable to provide full *SATISFACTION*,
say, it's her "time of the month", I got no problem with 're-arrangin planz',
all'z I've got to say to that iz... best you bring your best lip gloss with ya!
IX. MY B-DAY V
So speaking of 'lip gloss' (apologiez for the prev line), it bringz me now to thiz,
in that, I do have a bit of a slight -WEIRD- request goin into thiz 'date',
which iz, besidez of course, me askin of 'her' to dress a HELLUVA FINE
(meaning: hair done, nailz done, sexy dress, heelz, matching *thiz n' that*),
it'z that I also want to be KI$$ED LIKE A MI££ION TIMEZ, throughout tha night,
(okay, a million timez iz a bit an over-exaggeration, but you get me),
but yeah, lotz and lotz of kissez, and if you wanna know the reason "why?"
I want thiz, az make up for all tha (mizerable) past birthdayz, I got no luvin </3
So with each n' every kiss, it'z meant to make each n' every wound (I collected
from all the yearz) heal, az well az, restoring my confidence back to 100%.
X. MY B-DAY VI (CLOSING)
So there ya have it, thoze are my thoughtz, az far az my forthcomin b-day,
and yeah, if you thought I wuz frettin harrrd ova "V-DAY" (Feb/14), L.M.F.A.O,
thiz iz gonna be a level of H.U.R.T (say it don't go tha way az I hope)
that'z gonna far and byfar surpass what I juz recently had to suffer through.
Also, I wanna make mention I specially booked off the weekend (30th + 31st,
all morning and night shifts, away from work) aheada time, for my bday too.
Whether I DO (or don't) find A GIRL FRIEND, between now and 05.30.15,
guezz I'll juz have to WAIT AND SEE (oddz say, I WON'T, but whatevs).
Meantimez, guezz I'm juz gonna have to try ma bestest in makin connectionz in
thiz city (of Brampton) that'z REJECTED ME for (idunno) 10 yearz now?! lol
Paragraphs I through III written at 747 Brampton Flea Market (Brampton)
Paragraphs IV through IX written at Bramalea City Centre mall (Brampton)
Paragraph X written on Brampton Transit Bus (Brampton)
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