pay hommage to your trancestors

ok, so we're in line smack dab in the middle of the montreal financial district. its our first time there so mena asks this big gorilla where we should go, and what should we do to avoid an ass beating from this man. so we wait for our names to pop up on the list as we bought our tickets a few pizza slices previous to the drive down to the old port. so we get in, alright looking place and the crowd looks nicer than your average crowd. we head down to the bathrooms, its cold and mah bladder can't take it: kinda like after you get off an airplane and realize how cold it was and how long a piss you have to take. btw, HYL, the sinks in that club were the same as the ones at A_Live Design  who woulda thought? so we grab some wall and down some red bull vodka concoction. a quick corona and we're off. it turns out roger sanchez has been on the 1/2s since 11h45 and we've huggin wall until 12h30. ah well. after a "samba de janeiro" tease that pissed mena off, a lorenzo looking hoss doing a half "jumpstyle" half "jogstyle", we made our way to the front of the dj booth where roger proceeded to blind us with his white LED flashlight. it was hot, dont get me wrong. by 3 am, my ears were ringing, my back is killing me and all that headbopping killed my neck. helluva night, lemme tell ya. oh, did i mention the crazy parking spot and the paul van dyk afterwards? cherry on top of a sundae's cherry. yup yup, good times.

 

 

here's a video of roger @ sensation 2007. m&m and myself were there too. good times, yup yup.  

el ayam 3amala tegri, we mesh hasseen bel wa3t. mesh ma3oula. men fasl leh fasl, wel shoghl zeeada. el ayam 3amala tegri weh shaklohom zai ba3ad. gesmi etmala ahwa we akl zebala men el sou2. mafeesh ra7ma el shahr da. el azb3ou el gaee aghlass men el azb3ou da. yom el arb3 rai7een neshouf roger sanchez. feh akhr el shahr baul van dyk bey hai sharafna feh montreal. zawedo 3al ahwa shwayet red bull...weh....leila soda, el leila soda! leletko soda, leletko soda!

 

bye ya shabab ana raye7 anam....ya ghagar LOL

 

weh lei omar bei, ya kilb!!

Someone recently told me it's stupid that people don't realize what they have until they lose it. I can't agree more. But what can I say? Humans are biped, speaking, thinking animals. No more. This is how we learn, unfortunately. I've learned this the hard way having lost more than I wished I did. I've realized that my time left on Earth is not enough to make up for lost time. When you finally realize this, it's depressing a little, but in the same time you learn to appreciate what and who you have. Like a dog beaten by his master, I've learned my lesson. I beg for forgiveness from those I've wronged. I can no longer lead a life of "swimming against the current". HYL, if I die tomorrow, I hope we meet again in our next lifetime because even if we live together forever in this lifetime, it still wouldn't be enough. Omnia vincit amor....

 

Wishes of victory are no longer dreams but reality. Fight hard, reign victorious.

The real-life battle of the millenia is the of "the man who could, but didn't" versus "the man who couldn't, but did". Deemed the underdog and the latter of the two contenders, I was doubted and criticized but alas, today I reign victorious. Where others have failed, I have succeeded. Standing one leg over the defeated beast, I feel like what you would get if you mixed "Iron Mike Tyson" and "Conan the Barbarian". For some, pleasure in life comes from making money, having promiscuous relations, or abusing drugs. But for the warrior class amongst us, our sole pleasure is in defeating the enemy standing before us, watching the humiliated opponent admit defeat, the satisfaction of delivering hard-blow after hard-blow; it's pure bliss. The end result is when the smoke is cleared up and you're the last man standing with your hand raised in the air...in ancient times, the warrior was left standing alone in the battlefield amongst a sea of cadavres equipped with a dented shield and a bloodied sword. To those who oppose us: move aside or accept defeat. To the warriors amongst us: fight hard, reign victorious.

 

#2, I'm talking to you, you coward.

and for 40 years they walked the desert in search of the promised land...

23 years later, i finally got it. its not a physical thing, the promised land must be another way of saying heaven. see the chosen people of god must be anyone that believes in god and the promised is his land which is heaven. so in death, we are delivered to the promised land. NICE! i get it now...ok so im sitting here, hoping...waiting...more cigarettes might help