Decisions decisions...

Something I've been thinking about since it came up two days ago. Check the scenario. This is a situation I'm in right now. I don't need anyone agreeing with me or whatnot, not necessary. My mind's already made up. Anyhow, here goes.

I'm usually the guy who tends to make friends fairly quickly. I meet people and my openess and honesty basically draw people to me. I've been told this before. People usually ask me for my opinion about a lot of things, and in most cases, I give it. But I make sure tell them, that it's only MY opinion and that they are not obliged to agree with me. I prefer when someone tells me, "Nah, I respect your point of view, but...", because usually it leads to a healthy discussion with two people voicing opposite views about the same topic. And that I respect. I never leave things get personal because quite frankly, it's not worth it.

Now some of the cases where I don't give my opinion, is when I don't have both sides of a story. I would say what I'm thinking at the present moment, but I always say "but that's just what I think when I hear your side, I need to know the whole story before saying anything more". Some people like to come to you with their side of a story and try to force you into agreeing with them. That I don't do. I do not pick sides, or rarely.

This situation I'm in, basically forces me to pick a side, well not really, but the decision I've taken, will make it seem that I've taken sides and will most probably make me seem like Public Enemy #2. So here's another problem where only one side of the story has been given to me and for me to get the other side, I will have to find the other person involved, and quite frankly, we don't know each other that well for me to go and ask questions. So here I am.

A very good friend of mine has been excluded from their usual group of friends for the year end celebrations. His best friend is organizing a party with all their friends who live in the area but did not invite him. I've also been invited, and here is where things get sketchy.

The reason for me knowing all of these people, is my friend. Had i not known him, I would not have been invited because truthfully speaking, I would not have known any of these people. Now this all started with a disagreement between my friend and his best friend. And now, it seems as though it has escalated into something more because he is now being shut out by every other person who knows them both. And this is where my dilemma (not really) comes in. I've already agreed to be present at the party, but this was before finding out that my friend had not yet been invited. And when I asked why, he explained all of this to me. And by the looks of things, the exact same thing that I hate doing in these types of situations is being done to him by all the other people who are not directly involved. They've all picked sides. And he has been left alone.

My decision was an easy one, since as of right now, it has not been officially taken. I told him that if he did not get invited, I would not be present at the party. Because if it weren't for him I wouldn't have known all these people, and if I go, and he is not there, I would not feel comfortable with myself knowing that the person who presented me to everyone present at the party is at home by himself while we are having fun.

So right now, I'm just patiently waiting to see what happens, and the way things are going, I most probably (not official yet) might just spend the bringing in of the New Year at home in my house. Sounds like fun.

I just can't figure out why people can't just let the directly involved parties talk out their problems before jumping in and picking a side and leaving someone totally aside. Life is fair, isn't it?

Oh well. Anyhow, let me stop before I bore you with my petty stories. If I'm not here before the 1st, let me wish any and everyone who happens to pass here a Happy and Prosperous New Year. And I hope that you guys won't be home alone while everyone else is out partying. Enjoy it for both of us.

Peace, I'm out.

*Edit* It's all good. I'm not home for New Year's Eve. Party time b*tches!

*Edit* Wasn't the best of evenings, sigh.

O'my goodness...

Hello there. Yes, I have nothing to do. That was for the very observant reader(s) will who notice that I'm posting again on Christmas morning. Nothing else to do. Anyhow, here is a little something that is in total agreement with what this here blog thingy is about. Well actually, what you're about to read is in agreement with nothing. At all. Only in the minds of two cousins who have nothing to do with their spare time can these things come to past.

B.Y. and I tend to have these very interesting, if I may say so myself, conversations on MSN where the most random topics come about and we either agree, or disagree with each other, or better yet, insult each other. For what reason? I have no clue, and I can guess that he doesn't either. Does that change anything? Nope.

The topic of this you're about to read started off basketball related, and then turned into an entirely different beast. For your entertainment only. Read at your own risk:

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
u know wha the OJ stands for?

The Best Yet dit :
orange juice?

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
u dumb

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
Ovington J'anthony

The Best Yet dit :
O'f*ck

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'i would hate my parents

The Best Yet dit :
O'they should shoot he mother in the neck

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'for real

The Best Yet dit :
O'n*gga should never disclose that info

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'n*gga should buss a Chad Ocho Cinco

The Best Yet dit :
O'n*gga should legally change that shit

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
^same thing i said

The Best Yet dit :
O' how that ocho cinco dude need Jesus

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'how we does come up with ways to continue our stupid shit

The Best Yet dit :
O'how Pau does annoy me with his interviews

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'why it is u still watchin that?

The Best Yet dit :
O'cuz i talkn to u, n*gga

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'u g*y

The Best Yet dit :
O'nah, that's OJ and Gay's love child

The Best Yet dit :
OU Gay

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'sigh

The Best Yet dit :
O'how this lost its edge 10 O's ago

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'really?

The Best Yet dit :
O'lol

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'lol

The Best Yet dit :
O'God

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
O'i laughin cause now it gettin funny

The Best Yet dit :
dude, blog da!

Family Is What Means The Most To Me...You Don't Know How Much You Appreciate A Person Until You Lose Them... dit :
lol

The Best Yet dit :
for real

The Best Yet dit :
title

The Best Yet dit :
" the many names of OJ Mayo" (As you can see, I listen to absolutely nothing he tells me.)

There you have it folks. A normal night in the MSN lives of Esco and Best Yet. Fun times all around! Please don't try this at home. Will be detrimental to your health. I'm warning you.

I'm out.

And I'm back...

Yes yes, it's been like two days and no movement whatsoever. You were warned that updates were not going to be frequent, at least not daily. Well yeah, we keep our promises, especially when it means we have a little less "work" to do.

Hey! It's officially Christmas. Everybody is either celebrating, getting drunk, having sex, eating or even better yet, writing a blog post while laying in bed. Yup. That's me. Mister Socializer.

Ok, I'm lying, I did not stay home all night. I not too long came back from by family where I ate my belly full. But now I'm in bed and I know that the majority of you aren't. So my point still stands.

This is my third Christmas here in Europe, and my second in Paris. And to be honest with you, it's not like before. Back then, Christmas was a party, but now that I'm far away from my loved ones, the shit's kind of lost its luster. Oh well, nothing I can do about it. I guess I'll have to use this time alone to reflect on all the positivity in my life. And there's a lot of it. I encourage all of you who are not with family and people they love to not spend this time being sad with themselves and instead think about all the happy times that you've had, and you'll see, it'll help pass time. This is the second year that I'm doing it. So far so good.

So this goes out to all the loners on this Christmas day. If you don't have anybody close by to wish you a Merry Christmas, I'll do it.

Merry Christmas! I hope your next one will be merrier than this one because I'm not going to do this every year!

I'm out.

Before we proceed...

Yes, the thought of building a forum that allows my lil cousin and I to say whatever it is that comes to mind, regardless of feelings (I sincerely do not care who might be offended by anything said by me or Esco) seems really cool and exciting.

However, the only thing that concerns me about this blog, is the blog itself. Who is going to maintain it. If y'all feel I'm going to be posting daily, weekly or whatever. Sorry, but you're mistaken. Whether you like what you've seen thus far or not. I am not doing thing for you and knowing me, I'll probably forget my password to this thing within a couple days. Sorry, I just don't really care to "amuse" the masses.

Basically what I'm trying to say is...u'n goin' kill me, have me writing as though I have nothing better to do with my time.

Fyaaaaaaahhh!

How did this happen????

What am I talking about? This blog ofcourse. Two perennial slackers who decide to start a blog. Surely there must be some intricate thought process that went into making this here blog become a reality. Well my friends, no thinking went into this. None. I think we spent more time thinking about a name that rang a Bell (pun intended) to both of us. We wanted to come up with something that when people read it, they will be like "Ah, those two are at it again". And quite frankly, I am very proud of my cousin Best Yet, who did not give his real name so I won't, for having come up with the perfect name for something that is totally us.

"U'n Goin' Kill Me Pannuh!" What does it mean you ask? Glad you did, even though you give me even more work than I wanted. But hey, such is life. I am drifting away from the topic at hand, and even though I notice it, I'm not stopping. Ok, done. Well, yes. Basically, "U'n Goin' Kill Me Pannuh" means "You Are Not Going To Kill Me Partner" in our beautiful yet grossly grammatically incorrect way of speaking English. This way of speaking is generally easy to understand if you come from the Caribbean, like us. But to be more specific, we are from the beautiful and crime-ridden (yes, sadly, I'm being honest) island of Sint-Maarten/Saint-Martin. Located next to Saint-Barths and Anguilla for all the people who follow the rich and famous' lives and know that those islands are generally very frequented by those types. So yeah, we are the ugly duckling to those two, but in SXM is where it all goes down, please believe that.

U'n Goin' Kill Me Pannuh is something my cousin and I say to each other on a regular basis when we are clowning around. Usually, I would tell a joke and we would double with laughter, and he would add to it and so forth, and basically after a moment of hysterical laughter one of us will say to the next "Stop, cause u'n goin' kill me pannuh!" Translation: "Stop because you are not going to kill me partner" implying that by continuing the joke and making the next one laugh even harder can result in his death. Yeah, it's that serious.

U'n goin' kill me pannuh is also commonly used when someone is stressing you out, asking you to do something that would involve serious thinking or heavy lifting (aka work), in other words, a waste of time. So basically, you're telling them that you are not going to kill yourself for them. It's a nice(r) way of saying flat out "no", or even better "F-bomb off!". That is if saying such obsenities are your cup of tea.

So after coming up with several names, many of which made absolutely no sense to one or both of us, Best Yet came up with the brilliant (if I may say so myself) idea of naming it U'n Goin' Kill Me Pannuh. And for that my friend, I salute you.

Why did we start this blog? Because we can. Does that bother you? I don't care. Ok ok, well we always wanted to do something, seeing that we always tell each other these stories of things that go on in our lives on a daily basis, and we felt that it would be fun to be able to share this with other people, even if they find it amusing or not. So yeah, here we are. This can be a fun ride. Or, it can be a total disaster. A disaster of Hurricane Luis proportions. But that is how we roll. It never hurts to try. And this is us trying. Wish us luck.

I'm out.

P.S. Shout out to Jan for helping us come up with names for the blog. She suggested FTW which means the world to me (I don't use it as For The Win) but means absolutely nothing to Best Yet, so it would not do. But much appreciation going your way for your small but nonetheless important imput.

Woman on Train

Was on a train some time back on my way to give a team practice. Was stuck in a city for about 45 minutes, because for some reason, Dutch folk don't know how to solve problems.

Anyhow, being in the cold for that amount of time would turn the kindest person into the most cold-hearted creature. I don't care who you are, whether you're John McCain with awkward tiger grin or bitterface/grinch John McCain (awkward tiger grin John scares me to death). Now, you'd swear it was a train somewhere in India with all the people that one missed train accumulated, but luckily for me I still managed to get a seat.

Soon after I sat, shortly before the train began chugging along, some lady and her toddler son decided to park up next to me. When feeling good about my day, I would give my seat to the woman who appeared to have had a hard day, however, this was not one of those days. I was cold, pissed off and running seriously late. So....to hell with strange lady and kin. I actually felt awkward when she decided to sit on the floor right next to me, but she didn't seem to mind, so I couldn't care less.

Besides a tired/harassed woman sitting next to me on the floor, she had an annoying kid. So that was the frustration factor for me, dude just wouldn't keep quiet. So strange woman/mom gives the boy some fruit, which the little bastard wastes, of course. Strange woman could have better given the fruit to me.

As she edged back in her, ever so comfortable seat after cleaning up the brat's mess, I noticed something that would cause some to glance twice. "Damn, she fat." The second glance corrected the first glance's blunder, strange woman wasn't fat, she was pregnant with brat No.2.

I felt bad for a second. "How could I make a pregnant woman with a young son sit on the floor?", I thought to myself. Now I should really get up. In that moment I glanced over to my watch and saw that 26 minutes of the 30 minute trip had passed. So I sat.

Only 4 minutes left, what would that prove. I could care less what you think anyhow.

Gotta go catch a train...

The Best Yet

Been using this name now for 3 years now. Started by me thinking of how my college experience till then had been. Being in The Netherlands was by default, first study as well. Things were becoming too trite and mundane. I knew I was very unhappy and it was time for a change. I was 20 years old, time to take charge and make things happen for myself.

With that in mind, I decided for the first time to have a new year's resolution. The resolution was that that year would be different than any other year and that it would be the best yet. That year was in fact a great year and the year after better than that, just as this year has been.

It just keeps getting better.

Not too sure how this blogging thing goes, so don't stress me.

Esco...Fake Name, No Gimmick...

Alright now. Welcome to U'n Goin' Kill Me Pannuh! A blog created by two cousins to basically say whatever it is that is on our minds. And in somebody's case, not much. Haha, I crack myself up. Anyhow, this is my blog post to formally introduce myself.

My name is Adrien Bell, but you can call me Esco, which is basically what most of my friends here in this lovely city of Paris call me. So there. What else is there to say? Ah yes, I don't care about many things. I may say things that shock, or bother, but hey, if I said it, that means it did not bother or shock me, so basically, it's your problem. Too bad for you. I'm not going to go into the "Hated by many, Loved by few" foolishness, because quite frankly, I may be hated by any and everybody, but like I mentioned earlier, I. Do. Not. Care. Go ahead, hate. I like it.

Ok now. Hate introducing myself. Usually it's a "Hey, how are you? I'm Adrien, nice to meet you!" a nice smile, and I'm on my merry way. Now things are different. Oh well, I started this, I will finish it. I don't back down. Ever.

Ok, I've had enough. I'll cut this short. Now you know enough about me. Hope you enjoy everything that you (most probably will not) read on here. Lots of work went into this. (<= Lie)

I'm out.