I.
Hey it'z your boy DJ DIZTURBIA (a.K.a "DVSNGH" Dave Singh) here,
comin at ya live from (you know it) #BCC/#Bramalea City Centre mall,
originally starting thiz blog writing "Monday, July 13th, 2015, 3:12PM".
And yeah, where to begin, here we are now mid-July -peak of summer!-
Should really be enjoying it, but yeah, juz hazn't quite *lifted off* for me yet.
It'z to be noted, that yezzz, despite it only bein juz tha first half of tha summer,
I infact am plagued with THA FLU, yes, THA 2ND TIME THIZ SUMMER!
Don't eva recall being hit with tha flu TWICE in one summer before in ma life,
having only been '6 weekz' removed from tha previouz (back in late-May),
how tha fuck thiz shit happenz, fuckin BramptonTransit, and tha fact they gotta
have tha AC cranked so high, and yeah, 6 outta 7 dayz I'm forced to bus.
II.
So yeah, if I could find one word to describe how tha summer'z goin for me,
yep, couldn't lean towardz anotha word more than PAINFUL, tha'z right.
Fuckin *painful* summer it'z sure been to say tha least, and far az I recall,
I don't remember a summer I've been, yeah, juz HURTIN since day one.
Need I gotta point out what I'm 'hurtin' ova, now do I (?), I think it'z kinda
evident (CLEARLY EVIDENT!) in ma writingz what I'm -hurtin- ova.
And yeah, for az long az thingz gotta continue to be like thiz, idunno man,
if you thought thingz were bad (assuming you read sum ma recent postingz)
az it iz, there seemz to be a (what'z tha word) "department" in ma brain,
that'z eager to take thingz to higher and greater levelz of >FUCKED-UP<
I mean, I'd love to fire "that department", but sadly and unfortunately can't.
III.
So az I'm writin thiz in tha lovely n' wonderful Bramalea City Centre mall,
I wanna talk about, well, ma latest and newest development in (well...)
"MENTAL FUCKEDICITY", lolz, but az I've written about many timez in past,
I hate, (no wait) I HATE, (no wait) I DESPISE tha sight of HOLDING HANDZ,
most particularly, YOUNG (NON-MARRIED) COUPLEZ HOLDING HANDZ,
and yeah, when I see *ONE* I raise MA MIDDLE FINGER to show ma disgust,
and funny, az I'm writing about it, *ONE* juz passed right by me, LOL,
and I made sure tha (BROWN) BITCH saw clear I wuz givin her tha finger!
For sum reason, HURTZ like million timez more, seein a BROWN COUPLE
(HOLDING HANDZ), perhapz it havin do tha fact I'm also BROWN, idunno.
I also wanted make sure tha bitch saw tha HURT & ANGER in ma face,
since I ain't doin THAT for fun, it'z me expressin, how life iz so unfair to me.
IV.
So yeah, if THAT SHIT ain't fucked az it already iz, getz more interesting now.
So I don't know when exactly thizzz began, but yeah, say I'm just walkin,
and I happen to see a CUTE YOUNG COUPLE walkin towardz ma direction
(more like, GOD throwin ONE in ma path, like a hurdle I must jump ova),
now, if they're HOLDING HANDZ, I give em tha finger (to their facez!),
that'z juz how it iz, and been so for some time now, need I say (yearz!),
but if they're *NOT* HOLDING HANDZ, yeah, I still feel a ray of hurt!
And yeah, basically what happenz, I start to get ANGRY (in tha face!),
and then az *THEY* get closa, I immediately juz ><SHUT MY EYEZ><,
and yeah, for howeva long (2-3-4-5 secondz), I'm walkin + eyez closed,
and when I know *THEY* are outta ma sight, ma eyez open back up,
and yeah, presume on with ma day, with some bitter aftertaste in ma mouth.
V.
Sooo (3 dayz later, btw, "Thursday, July, 16th, 2016, 3:33PM), yeah,
if -life- couldn't provide me anymore strange and unexpected twistz (yep!)
I apparently >injured maself< at work, bout 2 dayz ago, when doin somethin
that required, well, very awkward positioning (too long to try to explain), but
when your job iz that of a 'dishwasher' (at #RestaurantThatCannotBeNamed),
well, there'z more to tha job than juz washing fuckin dishez (ya know), like,
there'z also 'maintenance' shit you gotta do (to keep your section "clean"),
and addin to tha fact, I've been havin slight issuez in termz of ma weight
thiz year, what I believed happened wuz, when gettin 'down' to bizznezz,
I put too much weight on ma left foot (for 4-5 minz), to tha point that, yezzz,
I strained tha muscle, thuz explainin when I got up, I wuz immediately limping!
VI.
So yeah, thiz wuz about 5 hourz into ma work shift (with 2 more left to go),
and becuz I wuz set to have ma "mini rest period" (in otha wordz, ma 2 dayz off),
yeah, I din't think too much of it (not realizin I'd indeed CRUSHED MA FOOT),
but yeah, for 2 hourz, I wuz workin with somewhat of a *limp* (poor me),
and yeah, when I'd gotten home (3 hourz later), az tha adrenaline flow
winded itz way down, that'z when tha pain indeed TOOK OFF from there.
Now, I did have ma sharez of Advilz, when I went to sleep that very night,
thinkin, that'll prolly take care of THAT PAIN, and I'mma be fine tha next day.
But nopez, I woke up tha next day, to find that I could barely move ma left foot,
and yeah, tha entire right side of ma left foot wuz totally immobile and in pain,
in which I could not put much weight on it and could not wiggle ma big toe.
VII.
So thiz certainly suckz to say tha least, seein az, it haz me kinda crippled,
like, I can't even GO OUT (and yeah, GO TO BRAMALEA CITY CENTRE!,
which wuz kinda tha set plan, but noperz, gotta fuckin stay home now).
When I contacted ma managerz at work, about thiz whole dilemma,
they seemed to responded az if "I wuz making excusez (not to go to work),
az well az asking me "why didn't I say anything about it when it happened?",
when they don't realize, I wuzn't feelin -tha real pain- tiI GOT HOME -after-,
not to mention, I wuz workin thru THA FLU, and becuz we're so understaffed,
there'z no one to call (to take ma shift), so I'm basicly forced to work thru it.
So yeah, first time I can eva recall bein in thiz situation (injured foot and all),
for howeva long THIZZZ iz gonna play out (if I din't have enough problemz).
VIII.
Sooo tha way ma foot feelz theze last few dayz, yeah, it'z almost kinda like
someone were to (idunno) pull off ma shoe, and beat ma (left) foot senseless with
an aluminum baseball bat, and yeah, leaving ma otha foot completely fine,
since they know I'm gonna need least one good foot (so I could limp on home).
Now, az I explained (how I got into thiz situation), a few paragraphz up,
thiz 'cleaning routine' iz something I'm subjected to do (once) every week,
and yeah, I usually get out of it juz fine, howeva not tha case thiz week,
hmmm, for whateva reason THIZZZ had to happen to me, now of all timez.
Could it possibly be a *LESSON* done onto me by (idunno) >GOD< ya know
tha same GOD (partially) to blame for all ma manyyy othaaa dillemaz atm (?)
Perhapz, he coulda saved it for any otha time, be HE choze NOW for it (?!)
IX.
So anywayz, before THAT SHIT happened, I wuz in tha middle of (yeah)
writing a very (uh) *interesting* set of paragraphz, pertaining to tha fact,
well, I am havin somewhat difficulty with (yes) YOUNG COUPLEZ in public,
and tha fact, they must HOLD HANDZ, in lettin all of society know that (yes)
"WE ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE! LOOK AT US!! AND BE IN AWE FOR US!!!"
(and of course) "ONE DAY WE ARE GONNA OFFICIALLY TIE THA KNOT!"
despite tha fact, they're 95% likely to *BREAK UP* within tha next 1-5 yearz,
and of course, none of theze CUNTZ and DICKZ realize, there are people
(such az maself) who are EXTREMELY HURT by their (so-called 'innocent')
display of PUBLIC AFFECTION, and lucky for them, I don't carry a WEAPON,
cuzzz tha amount of timez I gotta be subject to thiz (holdin handz) bullshit,
I wish there wuz some way I could ***PHYSICALLY*** respond back at it!
X.
So yeah, tha whole concept of *HOLDING HANDZ* (yup) bafflez me
(with exceptionz to family, tha elderly and tha handi-capped, of course),
and it seemz I run into thiz "problem" tha most during tha holiday season
(December), and also becuz of thiz one "problem", I've had to make (yeah)
*slight changez* to ma life, one being, I can't walk into SQUARE ONE mall
(in Mississauga) no more, and haven't been in, since -December 27th, 2012-
(going, almost 3 yearz now), becuzzz it seemz like that place iz tha fuckin
*EPICENTRE* for YOUNG COUPLEZ and their HOLDING HANDZ in public,
and yeah, I've even gone outta ma way to throw away every single item
of clothing and whatnot, I'd eva boughten from there (SQUARE ONE mall),
out of mere protest/disgust for that place, all thankz to *YOUNG COUPLEZ*.
XI.
And anotha place I've chosen to discard and try ma best to avoid az a whole,
NIAGARA FALLS, which often every couple monthz, ma parentz would
take me to (while they go to tha casino, I'd hit tha tourist strip, and all that shit),
but yeah, tha sight of all tha YOUNG COUPLEZ >< HOLDING HANDZ
(especially az I'm walkin and tryin to get around, havin to GO THRU THEM)
had fuckin driven me to tha eventual point, I didn't wanna go there no more.
But yeah, I've now reached an even greata PINNACLE POINT now, it seemz,
where I'm juz boiling in ENVY for all (young) couplez now, whether or not
(lolz) they be holding handz, like, I can't even sit/think in peace anymore,
even ON THA BUS now, if ONE OF THEM were to sit near to me (I MOVE!)
So it seemz GOD haz taken thiz issue of minez to greata levelz of absurdity!
XII.
So I'm really intrigued to see where ma summer iz headed for, if indeed,
I WILL FIND A GIRL FRIEND AT ANY POINT DURING THIZ SUMMER <3
Like, I mean, I will continue workin ma butt off on TWITTER (@DJDIZTURBIA),
if you haven't noticed it (on there), I'M WORKIN MA FUCKIN ASS OFF,
tryin to get ma name out there and ma voice heard (to all theze bitchez),
eventhough I haven't had ONE bout of success yet, but still I TRY, ya know.
And then I'm gonna be makin whole new set of "businezz cardz" (tha'z right)
wit ma NAME+PHOTO+CONTACT INFO, and a "special message" on it,
and will be tossin em allova tha city (btown), hopin whoeva getz it n' readz it,
sendz me a text, and yeah, hopefully *thingz* migh be able evolve from there.
Bottom line, I must, and I WILL FIND A GIRL FRIEND thiz #SUMMER2015 <3
Paragraphs I through IV written at Bramalea City Centre mall (Brampton)
Paragraphs V through XII written at Home (Brampton)
And yeah, for az long az thingz gotta continue to be like thiz, idunno man,
if you thought thingz were bad (assuming you read sum ma recent postingz)
az it iz, there seemz to be a (what'z tha word) "department" in ma brain,
that'z eager to take thingz to higher and greater levelz of >FUCKED-UP<
I mean, I'd love to fire "that department", but sadly and unfortunately can't.
III.
So az I'm writin thiz in tha lovely n' wonderful Bramalea City Centre mall,
I wanna talk about, well, ma latest and newest development in (well...)
"MENTAL FUCKEDICITY", lolz, but az I've written about many timez in past,
I hate, (no wait) I HATE, (no wait) I DESPISE tha sight of HOLDING HANDZ,
most particularly, YOUNG (NON-MARRIED) COUPLEZ HOLDING HANDZ,
and yeah, when I see *ONE* I raise MA MIDDLE FINGER to show ma disgust,
and funny, az I'm writing about it, *ONE* juz passed right by me, LOL,
and I made sure tha (BROWN) BITCH saw clear I wuz givin her tha finger!
For sum reason, HURTZ like million timez more, seein a BROWN COUPLE
(HOLDING HANDZ), perhapz it havin do tha fact I'm also BROWN, idunno.
I also wanted make sure tha bitch saw tha HURT & ANGER in ma face,
since I ain't doin THAT for fun, it'z me expressin, how life iz so unfair to me.
IV.
So yeah, if THAT SHIT ain't fucked az it already iz, getz more interesting now.
So I don't know when exactly thizzz began, but yeah, say I'm just walkin,
and I happen to see a CUTE YOUNG COUPLE walkin towardz ma direction
(more like, GOD throwin ONE in ma path, like a hurdle I must jump ova),
now, if they're HOLDING HANDZ, I give em tha finger (to their facez!),
that'z juz how it iz, and been so for some time now, need I say (yearz!),
but if they're *NOT* HOLDING HANDZ, yeah, I still feel a ray of hurt!
And yeah, basically what happenz, I start to get ANGRY (in tha face!),
and then az *THEY* get closa, I immediately juz ><SHUT MY EYEZ><,
and yeah, for howeva long (2-3-4-5 secondz), I'm walkin + eyez closed,
and when I know *THEY* are outta ma sight, ma eyez open back up,
and yeah, presume on with ma day, with some bitter aftertaste in ma mouth.
V.
Sooo (3 dayz later, btw, "Thursday, July, 16th, 2016, 3:33PM), yeah,
if -life- couldn't provide me anymore strange and unexpected twistz (yep!)
I apparently >injured maself< at work, bout 2 dayz ago, when doin somethin
that required, well, very awkward positioning (too long to try to explain), but
when your job iz that of a 'dishwasher' (at #RestaurantThatCannotBeNamed),
well, there'z more to tha job than juz washing fuckin dishez (ya know), like,
there'z also 'maintenance' shit you gotta do (to keep your section "clean"),
and addin to tha fact, I've been havin slight issuez in termz of ma weight
thiz year, what I believed happened wuz, when gettin 'down' to bizznezz,
I put too much weight on ma left foot (for 4-5 minz), to tha point that, yezzz,
I strained tha muscle, thuz explainin when I got up, I wuz immediately limping!
VI.
So yeah, thiz wuz about 5 hourz into ma work shift (with 2 more left to go),
and becuz I wuz set to have ma "mini rest period" (in otha wordz, ma 2 dayz off),
yeah, I din't think too much of it (not realizin I'd indeed CRUSHED MA FOOT),
but yeah, for 2 hourz, I wuz workin with somewhat of a *limp* (poor me),
and yeah, when I'd gotten home (3 hourz later), az tha adrenaline flow
winded itz way down, that'z when tha pain indeed TOOK OFF from there.
Now, I did have ma sharez of Advilz, when I went to sleep that very night,
thinkin, that'll prolly take care of THAT PAIN, and I'mma be fine tha next day.
But nopez, I woke up tha next day, to find that I could barely move ma left foot,
and yeah, tha entire right side of ma left foot wuz totally immobile and in pain,
in which I could not put much weight on it and could not wiggle ma big toe.
VII.
So thiz certainly suckz to say tha least, seein az, it haz me kinda crippled,
like, I can't even GO OUT (and yeah, GO TO BRAMALEA CITY CENTRE!,
which wuz kinda tha set plan, but noperz, gotta fuckin stay home now).
When I contacted ma managerz at work, about thiz whole dilemma,
they seemed to responded az if "I wuz making excusez (not to go to work),
az well az asking me "why didn't I say anything about it when it happened?",
when they don't realize, I wuzn't feelin -tha real pain- tiI GOT HOME -after-,
not to mention, I wuz workin thru THA FLU, and becuz we're so understaffed,
there'z no one to call (to take ma shift), so I'm basicly forced to work thru it.
So yeah, first time I can eva recall bein in thiz situation (injured foot and all),
for howeva long THIZZZ iz gonna play out (if I din't have enough problemz).
VIII.
Sooo tha way ma foot feelz theze last few dayz, yeah, it'z almost kinda like
someone were to (idunno) pull off ma shoe, and beat ma (left) foot senseless with
an aluminum baseball bat, and yeah, leaving ma otha foot completely fine,
since they know I'm gonna need least one good foot (so I could limp on home).
Now, az I explained (how I got into thiz situation), a few paragraphz up,
thiz 'cleaning routine' iz something I'm subjected to do (once) every week,
and yeah, I usually get out of it juz fine, howeva not tha case thiz week,
hmmm, for whateva reason THIZZZ had to happen to me, now of all timez.
Could it possibly be a *LESSON* done onto me by (idunno) >GOD< ya know
tha same GOD (partially) to blame for all ma manyyy othaaa dillemaz atm (?)
Perhapz, he coulda saved it for any otha time, be HE choze NOW for it (?!)
IX.
So anywayz, before THAT SHIT happened, I wuz in tha middle of (yeah)
writing a very (uh) *interesting* set of paragraphz, pertaining to tha fact,
well, I am havin somewhat difficulty with (yes) YOUNG COUPLEZ in public,
and tha fact, they must HOLD HANDZ, in lettin all of society know that (yes)
"WE ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE! LOOK AT US!! AND BE IN AWE FOR US!!!"
(and of course) "ONE DAY WE ARE GONNA OFFICIALLY TIE THA KNOT!"
despite tha fact, they're 95% likely to *BREAK UP* within tha next 1-5 yearz,
and of course, none of theze CUNTZ and DICKZ realize, there are people
(such az maself) who are EXTREMELY HURT by their (so-called 'innocent')
display of PUBLIC AFFECTION, and lucky for them, I don't carry a WEAPON,
cuzzz tha amount of timez I gotta be subject to thiz (holdin handz) bullshit,
I wish there wuz some way I could ***PHYSICALLY*** respond back at it!
X.
So yeah, tha whole concept of *HOLDING HANDZ* (yup) bafflez me
(with exceptionz to family, tha elderly and tha handi-capped, of course),
and it seemz I run into thiz "problem" tha most during tha holiday season
(December), and also becuz of thiz one "problem", I've had to make (yeah)
*slight changez* to ma life, one being, I can't walk into SQUARE ONE mall
(in Mississauga) no more, and haven't been in, since -December 27th, 2012-
(going, almost 3 yearz now), becuzzz it seemz like that place iz tha fuckin
*EPICENTRE* for YOUNG COUPLEZ and their HOLDING HANDZ in public,
and yeah, I've even gone outta ma way to throw away every single item
of clothing and whatnot, I'd eva boughten from there (SQUARE ONE mall),
out of mere protest/disgust for that place, all thankz to *YOUNG COUPLEZ*.
XI.
And anotha place I've chosen to discard and try ma best to avoid az a whole,
NIAGARA FALLS, which often every couple monthz, ma parentz would
take me to (while they go to tha casino, I'd hit tha tourist strip, and all that shit),
but yeah, tha sight of all tha YOUNG COUPLEZ >< HOLDING HANDZ
(especially az I'm walkin and tryin to get around, havin to GO THRU THEM)
had fuckin driven me to tha eventual point, I didn't wanna go there no more.
But yeah, I've now reached an even greata PINNACLE POINT now, it seemz,
where I'm juz boiling in ENVY for all (young) couplez now, whether or not
(lolz) they be holding handz, like, I can't even sit/think in peace anymore,
even ON THA BUS now, if ONE OF THEM were to sit near to me (I MOVE!)
So it seemz GOD haz taken thiz issue of minez to greata levelz of absurdity!
XII.
So I'm really intrigued to see where ma summer iz headed for, if indeed,
I WILL FIND A GIRL FRIEND AT ANY POINT DURING THIZ SUMMER <3
Like, I mean, I will continue workin ma butt off on TWITTER (@DJDIZTURBIA),
if you haven't noticed it (on there), I'M WORKIN MA FUCKIN ASS OFF,
tryin to get ma name out there and ma voice heard (to all theze bitchez),
eventhough I haven't had ONE bout of success yet, but still I TRY, ya know.
And then I'm gonna be makin whole new set of "businezz cardz" (tha'z right)
wit ma NAME+PHOTO+CONTACT INFO, and a "special message" on it,
and will be tossin em allova tha city (btown), hopin whoeva getz it n' readz it,
sendz me a text, and yeah, hopefully *thingz* migh be able evolve from there.
Bottom line, I must, and I WILL FIND A GIRL FRIEND thiz #SUMMER2015 <3
Paragraphs I through IV written at Bramalea City Centre mall (Brampton)
Paragraphs V through XII written at Home (Brampton)
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