spoiled chinese girl

July 01 – Walked around Brampton
July 02 – Nothing
July 03 – Walked around Toronto
July 04 – Nothing
July 05 – Nothing
July 06 – Body Combat
July 07 – Walk around Toronto (few hours… but with stops)
July 08 – Nothing
July 09 – Nothing
July 10 – Nothing
July 11 – Nothing
July 12 – 20 + 20 + 20 modified push ups
July 13 – Body Combat
July 14 – Walk around Toronto (9+ km in total)
July 15 – Swimming at Willow Beach (60 minutes)

While I have to giggle and point and snort and laugh at the absurdity that is the next post… the hopeless romantic in me feels all warm and fuzzy and actually hopes this guy finds his special someone.  Unless of course this is all a sham to get someone to give him all their money. In which case I hope he suffers a horrible existence for trying to rob people.

But still. It is kind of sweet, and I’m missing a little bit of that these days.

Even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. And when the night winds start to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky. Somewhere out there, You can be anywhere where when your life begins. You meet the right person and anything is possible … Somewhere out there, I want to be somebody’s everything; I want to be somebody’s boyfriend. I will like to make friend if you don’t mind.

Kazeem.A.
Ayodele Kazeem A.

June 15 – Body Combat
June 16 – Nothing
June 17 – Walk around Toronto (30 minutes?)
June 18 – Nothing
June 19 – Nothing
June 20 – 20 full body push ups (to see if I still could)
June 21 – 25 + 25 + 25 modified push ups
June 22 – 30 + 30 modified push ups
June 23 – Nothing (massage)
June 24 – Nothing
June 25 – Nothing
June 26 – Walk around Sudbury (drunk)
June 27 – Walk around Sudbury
June 28 – Nothing
June 29 – Nothing
June 30 – Nothing

Alright, no time to actually write a blog entry because… it’s past midnight and I think I turned into a pumpkin about 12 minutes ago. But WHATEVER. This is too exciting to not post about absolutely immediately. (One of those times where yes, I wish I had a smart phone so I could have been twittering away as it was happening)

I was out tonight on a date.  A first date, to be exact.  To the shooting range.

Scary as all hell. I’d never shot a gun before (that wasn’t filled with water, or paint) But pretty awesome.

Hopefully the photos are in the correct order.  If they are… you should see each row is me, my date, and then my target that I got to take home.

• Row 1 – *Gun 1: Ruger 10/22, firing .22lr
  (14/15(?) of 25 rounds were on target)
• Row 2 – *Gun 2: Ruger GP-100 firing .38 special
  (5 of 6 rounds were on target)
• Row 3 – *Gun 3: Glock 34 firing 9mm
  (25 of 25 rounds were on target(!!!) )

(if you’re reading this immediately after posting… I might be trying to tweak the photo order so it’s actually correct.)

Verdict? This is a pretty fun activity, and I definitely want to go again, and possibly bring a whole bunch of my friends. Can be a bit pricey, but really worth it. And very much a whole new level of respect for people who handle firearms on a regular basis, this stuff is *not* easy!

Yeah… not even sure how to take this one. I mean, this isn’t NCIS where Gibbs is trusting his gut on something. This guy is trusting himself because of my myspace profile?  Maybe I should copy and paste my myspace profile to my blog so you 5 readers can see what it actually looks like…

“Steak old beliefs about where I come from”… hrm. It’s lunch time. I’m thinking something completely different now.

Hey there, i saw your profile here; seem fascinated by it, but something also tells me the person behind this profile lacks real happiness, i don’t know why i am inclined to believe this but, i sure know my instinct is right on this one. for this reason have i put myself out to secure your happiness. oh you find this hard to believe? well i don’t expect you to fall for this right away but, i sure expect you to give it a trial. you’ve got nothing to loose anyway. well, you might want to go through my profile. i must warn you not to steak to old beliefs about where i come from, this absolutely has nothing to do with my personality. you might just be fooled living with that belief. i leave you to your own decision. For the records my name is Phesty, i am a mortgage banker and not a writer. lollzz. Looking forward to reading from you.

Phesty
Phesty Kenneth