Keep it sexy, dad.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Working (Pr.1)
I have been working parttime now since late May. I work on the assembly line for large shipping companies.
Do I enjoy the work? Sometimes.
Is it exciting? Not really.
Driving around all day, or night, on fork-carts (as I call them) can be pretty fun. Swerving all over the place, occassionally knocking into things, breaking countless items for inventory...it's all part of a day's work.
Since I started working I have become aware as to how dire the economic situation is on the global scale.
I am one that watches American news on a daily. Can't quite function properly unless I get my Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow fix. In October, when the US economy tanked, I thought to myself, "Damn, look how all these fools gonna go to the poor house. Oh well, too bad for them (Americans)".
Boy was my scope narrow. Within two weeks the company I first worked at laid off ALL students, like myself, that had gotten work there via a tempe agency. So like that I was out of work. Normally it would not have been that bad, but I had just spent 800 euros on my MacBook.
GOODBYE job and "disposable" income, HELLO 18 cent bread....again.
So where work was concerned, I spent the next 2.5 months pretty much just hping and praying for better days.
Then came along the ALDI gig. ALDI, a well known supermarket chain here in Europe known for its low prices. And I think the low prices crossed over into their...everything. Now the work I was to do was the same as at the first, but at the first place we used fancy headsets that gave us the orders, no paper work done. At the ALDI, there was nothing but paper, pallets looked like garbage heaps the way they were done and work was ever so slow, cause unlike the first place they use "walk-fork cart" and you can NOT leave your cart at anytime. The pace is ridiculously slow. Slow doesn't have to be bad, means you got more time just hanging around, but when working in a cooler, tempo is needed, you know...for to generate heat.
I worked there for 2 weeks, 4 shifts in total, I was sick for 3, because these fools wouldn't assign me to the general area where product don't require lower temperatures. I hated it, hated working there and apparently ALDI hated us as well as they, too, let all the students go.
Oh well, was happy with my 18 cent bread anyhow. Reunited and it feels sooo good.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Damn...
Ahem... I guess most of the people with internet access have now seen what is reported as being the police photo of Rihanna's face. I am not linking to it.
Well goddamn.
Why?
What would push any self respecting man to hit her?
Not only her, ANY woman?
Like the saying goes, "Pick on someone your own size". They should add "and sex" to that.
And the worst part of it all is that the media keeps asking the question "What will this do to Chris Brown's/Rihanna's career?"
Uhmmm, do you think that these two even CARE about their careers right now? I think not.
Domestic abuse is a serious issue, and people are just downplaying it, nobody is tackling it head-on like they should. Again, people are just worried about their careers. Sad.
Hitting on your significant other (male or female) is not cool.
My advice, your chick is getting on you nerves, get your big, girl cousin to do the job. Just kidding. Try and talk it out like adults. Find the root of the problem. It's not easy, but it can be done. But under no circumstances do you lay your hands on her. Unless it's a hug. And not a bearhug either.
I read somewhere that "at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex, or abused in some other way — most often by someone she knows, including by her husband or another male family member; one woman in four has been abused during pregnancy".
Read that again.
Sh*t's disgusting.
*Steps off his soapbox*
I'm out.
Well goddamn.
Why?
What would push any self respecting man to hit her?
Not only her, ANY woman?
Like the saying goes, "Pick on someone your own size". They should add "and sex" to that.
And the worst part of it all is that the media keeps asking the question "What will this do to Chris Brown's/Rihanna's career?"
Uhmmm, do you think that these two even CARE about their careers right now? I think not.
Domestic abuse is a serious issue, and people are just downplaying it, nobody is tackling it head-on like they should. Again, people are just worried about their careers. Sad.
Hitting on your significant other (male or female) is not cool.
My advice, your chick is getting on you nerves, get your big, girl cousin to do the job. Just kidding. Try and talk it out like adults. Find the root of the problem. It's not easy, but it can be done. But under no circumstances do you lay your hands on her. Unless it's a hug. And not a bearhug either.
I read somewhere that "at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex, or abused in some other way — most often by someone she knows, including by her husband or another male family member; one woman in four has been abused during pregnancy".
Read that again.
Sh*t's disgusting.
*Steps off his soapbox*
I'm out.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Good job!
From: BestYet
Sent: Wed 2/18/09 8:02 AM
To: Esco
Sent: Wed 2/18/09 8:02 AM
To: Esco
I here on the train and the chick "in beeld" got one dreadful cross- eye going on. Dude, moments b4 I snapped this, she was on the phone with her face pointed in my direction. One eye was on the black bag on the lap of the person sitting across from her, and the other out the window infront of me.
So basically I was her focus point, but I don't think she saw me once during that call. However, judging her position in the pic below, she was probably looking directly at me. Now, I'm not the type to make fun of others, but if we are in that business I think we owe it to one another to truly bring the joke over.
How do we do so? You a smart guy and obviously know I mean putting faces to the jokes.
Names may come later. Let's just say this is Annelies, 24, scorpio.
P.S. I know this ain't on the level of laughing at blind women out loud, but work with me.
And then came this:
Dunno what she's looking at
This is wrong on SO many levels, but with all the wrong in the world, this makes all of it a little more bearable.
I'm out.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Uhmm...Why?
Uhmmm, ok. I don't know why we are not posting either. I don't have any excuses, other than life in itself is maybe getting in the way. But yeah, I'm still alive. I don't know about that other fellow, uhm, the "Best" Yet. He may be dead.
Oh well, what's been going on in my little life since the last time? Nothing much, other than school, and school. And a whole bunch of nothing. Maybe that's the reason why I haven't put up anything since I exposed my undeniable talent to you. I guess the entire world is still in shock and awe at my power. Well if that's the case, I won't disturb you. I will not try and bother you while you stare in admiration at my work of art.
Oh! Something weird and funny happened this week right in front of me. I was on my was to a friend's house (which I always am, since I am never at home, and hardly at school) and standing at the busstop. While I was watching the board to try and determine with late the bus would arrive after the time announced, I heard this noise behind me. So I turn around and see the GREATEST THING EVER.
Now please focus on this picture and tell me what's wrong. Don't see anything wrong? Well that's because you haven't been paying attention and you most probably suck at driving and at life like this guy here.
Now, for a little reminder. I'm standing at a busstop. He is PARKED IN FRONT OF THE BUSSTOP. Next. Now look closely at HOW he is parked. Wait, first let me explain. It's a two lane street. And I'm standing right on a corner, so where he is parked is where cars usually go when they are turning right. Again, he is PARKED in FRONT OF A BUSSTOP, in an area where cars are supposed to pass to turn right. Now let me direct your attention to the white dotted line that separates the two lanes. You see piece of it, right? Why not the rest? That's because he is PARKED ON IT. So now, he is parked in front of a busstop, at an intersection, on the white dotted line. Can he do ANY worse? Oh yes he can. If you notice, he is AT LEAST 1 meter away from the sidewalk. AT LEAST. Now now now. Come the F%@# on! And to top it all off, he got out of his car with a smile. Someone passing told him that maybe he should park his car a little better, and he was like "Nah, I'm good."
Now if I was a police officer, I would not take his license, or his car. I would take his life. That right there was a serious case of being a NIGGA. And it was an arab dude. Sigh, and they wonder why Sarko is trying to get rid of them.
Til' next time.
I'm out.
Oh well, what's been going on in my little life since the last time? Nothing much, other than school, and school. And a whole bunch of nothing. Maybe that's the reason why I haven't put up anything since I exposed my undeniable talent to you. I guess the entire world is still in shock and awe at my power. Well if that's the case, I won't disturb you. I will not try and bother you while you stare in admiration at my work of art.
Oh! Something weird and funny happened this week right in front of me. I was on my was to a friend's house (which I always am, since I am never at home, and hardly at school) and standing at the busstop. While I was watching the board to try and determine with late the bus would arrive after the time announced, I heard this noise behind me. So I turn around and see the GREATEST THING EVER.
Now please focus on this picture and tell me what's wrong. Don't see anything wrong? Well that's because you haven't been paying attention and you most probably suck at driving and at life like this guy here.
Now, for a little reminder. I'm standing at a busstop. He is PARKED IN FRONT OF THE BUSSTOP. Next. Now look closely at HOW he is parked. Wait, first let me explain. It's a two lane street. And I'm standing right on a corner, so where he is parked is where cars usually go when they are turning right. Again, he is PARKED in FRONT OF A BUSSTOP, in an area where cars are supposed to pass to turn right. Now let me direct your attention to the white dotted line that separates the two lanes. You see piece of it, right? Why not the rest? That's because he is PARKED ON IT. So now, he is parked in front of a busstop, at an intersection, on the white dotted line. Can he do ANY worse? Oh yes he can. If you notice, he is AT LEAST 1 meter away from the sidewalk. AT LEAST. Now now now. Come the F%@# on! And to top it all off, he got out of his car with a smile. Someone passing told him that maybe he should park his car a little better, and he was like "Nah, I'm good."
Now if I was a police officer, I would not take his license, or his car. I would take his life. That right there was a serious case of being a NIGGA. And it was an arab dude. Sigh, and they wonder why Sarko is trying to get rid of them.
Til' next time.
I'm out.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Undeniable Talent
I remember some time back, I don't remembe how long ago, I told someone that I had done a spanish exam that consisted of writing an essay. About anything. This was an opportunity I could not pass up. And I did not.
One thing I am happy for, is the fact that the teacher who gave us this exam has a much more open mind than I do, and most probably will ever achieve. God bless her heart.
Without further ado, I present to you: I Hate School.
I do not like school. Waking up early every morning to go and listen to people talk about things they know nothing about. To listen to people who have the power to decide whether you pass or not. I do not have much appreciation for teachers. And I know that they don't hold me in high regard either. But that is their problem, not mine.
I've not been having these thoughts very long. Only several years, like 3. As soon as I came to France, I noticed that the education system was very different to the one I was used to before I came here. The only thing that is missing here, are the teachers telling the students daily "I'm only here because I get a check to cash at the end of the month". I've known many teachers to tell me this. And it's one of the few times that they are being honest. But those who come to school everyday, who give class and do as though they love what they do even if alot of their actions tell a different story, those are the ones I do not like.
I don't hide the fact that I don't like school. I've always said it. I believe, since primary school, that I never liked waking up at 6 in the morning to go to school. But the difference between then and now, it is not cold in the Caribbean.
In the Caribbean, wait, first I need to explain where it is I am from, that way you can get a better idea of what I'm saying. I'm from a little island named Saint-Martin. Maybe you know it, maybe you don't. Doesn't matter. A small, two-sided, 37 square-miled rock. A French side, where I was born, and a Dutch side, where I went to school. My mom is French, my dad, Dutch. At home we speak 2 languages, English with Dad, French with Mom. Good, now enough about my family and back to the island. The island of Saint-Martin is very much like my family. 2 sides, 2 main languages, but the MANY nationalities being the only difference, but with the beautiful weather, the people are happy (most of the time). Waking up at 6 back then was not too much of a problem, because when it is 26° outside, it's better to be awake than in bed sweating. Here in Paris, that is not the case.
Let me take today as an example. For me to be able to make it to your class, I had to wake up at 6 am. Outside the temperature was around -1°. When you are comfortable in your bed, it's nice and warm in your room, you are sleepy, the LAST thing you want to do is get out of bed. But such is life, like the old people say. You have to get up, you have to go to school and listen to the teachers. And I do not like any of this. You can say that I am a tad bit lazy.
Mom always told me so, but that is my problem, not yours. I love to sleep, I do not like the cold. I believe that there are many people such as myself in the world. So Mom, if one day you read this: "I'm not lazy, I'm normal". That's the way I am, I don't like authority. I respect others, but I don't like when people say "Do this, not that; you don't have the right to do this, etc." Let me live my life how I feel like. I want to make my own mistakes and learn from them. Every time someone tells me not to do something, something clicks in my brain telling me to do just the opposite. And of course, I do it. Whatever the consequences may be.
That is most probably the reason I do not like teachers, school or people in general who tell me what to do. I do not like authority and I believe I will be this way until the day I die. Such is life like many would say. I think that every time someone tells me to do something, I will say no, and when they ask me why, my response will be "Such is life".
There you have it. My masterpiece. Basically we were allowed to prepare our text for that day, and then write it out properly and hand it to her. Note that this text was translated from spanish. Anyway, me being the perennial slacker that I am, I prepared nothing. I didn't even know what I would write about. So I just decided to put my pen to the paper and write. And this is what I came up with. Pretty original if I can say so myself. My only concern was that she may not like it, and might find it disrespectful towards her and her colleagues. Little did I know.
She graded it 17 out of 20. OH. MY. GOD. Yeah, I'm awesome. Did I add that she put "Very original and intellectual"? Oh well yeah, she totally said that. Yes, I am awesome.
But then again, she might be on crack. Oh well, 17 out of 20 it is. She can't take it back.
I'm out.
One thing I am happy for, is the fact that the teacher who gave us this exam has a much more open mind than I do, and most probably will ever achieve. God bless her heart.
Without further ado, I present to you: I Hate School.
I do not like school. Waking up early every morning to go and listen to people talk about things they know nothing about. To listen to people who have the power to decide whether you pass or not. I do not have much appreciation for teachers. And I know that they don't hold me in high regard either. But that is their problem, not mine.
I've not been having these thoughts very long. Only several years, like 3. As soon as I came to France, I noticed that the education system was very different to the one I was used to before I came here. The only thing that is missing here, are the teachers telling the students daily "I'm only here because I get a check to cash at the end of the month". I've known many teachers to tell me this. And it's one of the few times that they are being honest. But those who come to school everyday, who give class and do as though they love what they do even if alot of their actions tell a different story, those are the ones I do not like.
I don't hide the fact that I don't like school. I've always said it. I believe, since primary school, that I never liked waking up at 6 in the morning to go to school. But the difference between then and now, it is not cold in the Caribbean.
In the Caribbean, wait, first I need to explain where it is I am from, that way you can get a better idea of what I'm saying. I'm from a little island named Saint-Martin. Maybe you know it, maybe you don't. Doesn't matter. A small, two-sided, 37 square-miled rock. A French side, where I was born, and a Dutch side, where I went to school. My mom is French, my dad, Dutch. At home we speak 2 languages, English with Dad, French with Mom. Good, now enough about my family and back to the island. The island of Saint-Martin is very much like my family. 2 sides, 2 main languages, but the MANY nationalities being the only difference, but with the beautiful weather, the people are happy (most of the time). Waking up at 6 back then was not too much of a problem, because when it is 26° outside, it's better to be awake than in bed sweating. Here in Paris, that is not the case.
Let me take today as an example. For me to be able to make it to your class, I had to wake up at 6 am. Outside the temperature was around -1°. When you are comfortable in your bed, it's nice and warm in your room, you are sleepy, the LAST thing you want to do is get out of bed. But such is life, like the old people say. You have to get up, you have to go to school and listen to the teachers. And I do not like any of this. You can say that I am a tad bit lazy.
Mom always told me so, but that is my problem, not yours. I love to sleep, I do not like the cold. I believe that there are many people such as myself in the world. So Mom, if one day you read this: "I'm not lazy, I'm normal". That's the way I am, I don't like authority. I respect others, but I don't like when people say "Do this, not that; you don't have the right to do this, etc." Let me live my life how I feel like. I want to make my own mistakes and learn from them. Every time someone tells me not to do something, something clicks in my brain telling me to do just the opposite. And of course, I do it. Whatever the consequences may be.
That is most probably the reason I do not like teachers, school or people in general who tell me what to do. I do not like authority and I believe I will be this way until the day I die. Such is life like many would say. I think that every time someone tells me to do something, I will say no, and when they ask me why, my response will be "Such is life".
There you have it. My masterpiece. Basically we were allowed to prepare our text for that day, and then write it out properly and hand it to her. Note that this text was translated from spanish. Anyway, me being the perennial slacker that I am, I prepared nothing. I didn't even know what I would write about. So I just decided to put my pen to the paper and write. And this is what I came up with. Pretty original if I can say so myself. My only concern was that she may not like it, and might find it disrespectful towards her and her colleagues. Little did I know.
She graded it 17 out of 20. OH. MY. GOD. Yeah, I'm awesome. Did I add that she put "Very original and intellectual"? Oh well yeah, she totally said that. Yes, I am awesome.
But then again, she might be on crack. Oh well, 17 out of 20 it is. She can't take it back.
I'm out.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
The X-Factor
Yes, the time has come again when the Netherlands copycats programs that have had major success in their country of origin.
No, ti wasn't "Idols" this time, nor was it "So You Think You Can Dance". It was none other than the X-Factor.
We've all witnessed these programs and know how they go. The first few episodes are swarms of people camping out outside the audition building for hours at a time for their 15 seconds to show what they have that could possibly change the course of their lives forever.
So, of course, there's the few that can simply hold one note (J-Lo), to others that are tone deaf and have no real people around them that would say, "Dude, I REALLY and TRULY don't think you should ever sing outside of your shower or the comforts of your home". Others audition to fulfill bets that they lost and others go just to make a fool of themselves of national television.
However, in the midst of the riftraft there's already a gem or two that emerge and in the very first episode of the new cycle of X-Factor a gem surely shined. I'm talking of none other than C-United.
C-United, for those that don't know has been in existance for well over a decade. I have memories of the group being together as far back as the 5th-grade having barbeques in my God-family's backyard. So that's about 13 years of "the unity". Get it, unity...united...moving along.
The group has since drastically dimished in size, some members left for the USA, Europe and elsewhere for studies, some others simply backsled (I guess). However some of the founding members have remained close and have gotten tighter in the last few years and decided to keep the group going.
For years I've been telling some of them to take their talents to the next level, whether in vocals or instrumentals and the response has always been the same, "We're about the Ministry, not the Industry".
That much is understood, but there comes I time when one must decide whether their passion and talents are to be shared with the world or will it forever be a basement hobby.
With their appearance in X-Factor, it is now known that they have all decided if there was to ever be a time when they made this transition, that now would be the time. At the auditions, you saw some that were nervous, some that were giddy for no reason, other over confident without the ability to back it up. Not C-United, they entered with a sense of calm, a sense of knowing, a knowledge this this would be the defining moment in the professional aspirations.
With that, they began bursting out a melody, so in-sync, so confident, so true, so angelic.
"I never knew, I never knew".
WOW! I've known these cats for years, but as a reformulated group, no. I myself never knew they'd produce such a sweet sound that I'd have to replay the performance on YouTube numerous times. I honestly didnt know.
After the first verse I knew for certain that they'd advance without a doubt, I was not prepared, however, for the response of the jury members. Utter astonishment. Even Gordon, the celebrated raging whatever whatever of the four was taken aback. I couldn't help but say, "Yes, you got 'em!"
After 90-seconds of peacefully harmonizing, the group comprising of Quincy & Nazette Adolphin, Ogenda Adolphin, Tabitha Smith and Christopher & Zillah Hazel, decided to end their audition with a bang. And what a bang it was.
Quincy and Christopher started it off and the ladies all followed suite,"Brighter Day, brighter day".
Simple, yet powerful in its own subtle way. It was as though C-United hand picked this song knowing the impact it would have. It was more than an audition or an introduction for that matter, it was an arrival. An arrival with a mission statement affirming and reassuring at the same time that it is going to be a brighter day.
The following episode airs on Friday night, show your support folks.
A new sound is gonna hit the radio-waves.
Later
No, ti wasn't "Idols" this time, nor was it "So You Think You Can Dance". It was none other than the X-Factor.
We've all witnessed these programs and know how they go. The first few episodes are swarms of people camping out outside the audition building for hours at a time for their 15 seconds to show what they have that could possibly change the course of their lives forever.
So, of course, there's the few that can simply hold one note (J-Lo), to others that are tone deaf and have no real people around them that would say, "Dude, I REALLY and TRULY don't think you should ever sing outside of your shower or the comforts of your home". Others audition to fulfill bets that they lost and others go just to make a fool of themselves of national television.
However, in the midst of the riftraft there's already a gem or two that emerge and in the very first episode of the new cycle of X-Factor a gem surely shined. I'm talking of none other than C-United.
C-United, for those that don't know has been in existance for well over a decade. I have memories of the group being together as far back as the 5th-grade having barbeques in my God-family's backyard. So that's about 13 years of "the unity". Get it, unity...united...moving along.
The group has since drastically dimished in size, some members left for the USA, Europe and elsewhere for studies, some others simply backsled (I guess). However some of the founding members have remained close and have gotten tighter in the last few years and decided to keep the group going.
For years I've been telling some of them to take their talents to the next level, whether in vocals or instrumentals and the response has always been the same, "We're about the Ministry, not the Industry".
That much is understood, but there comes I time when one must decide whether their passion and talents are to be shared with the world or will it forever be a basement hobby.
With their appearance in X-Factor, it is now known that they have all decided if there was to ever be a time when they made this transition, that now would be the time. At the auditions, you saw some that were nervous, some that were giddy for no reason, other over confident without the ability to back it up. Not C-United, they entered with a sense of calm, a sense of knowing, a knowledge this this would be the defining moment in the professional aspirations.
With that, they began bursting out a melody, so in-sync, so confident, so true, so angelic.
"I never knew, I never knew".
WOW! I've known these cats for years, but as a reformulated group, no. I myself never knew they'd produce such a sweet sound that I'd have to replay the performance on YouTube numerous times. I honestly didnt know.
After the first verse I knew for certain that they'd advance without a doubt, I was not prepared, however, for the response of the jury members. Utter astonishment. Even Gordon, the celebrated raging whatever whatever of the four was taken aback. I couldn't help but say, "Yes, you got 'em!"
After 90-seconds of peacefully harmonizing, the group comprising of Quincy & Nazette Adolphin, Ogenda Adolphin, Tabitha Smith and Christopher & Zillah Hazel, decided to end their audition with a bang. And what a bang it was.
Quincy and Christopher started it off and the ladies all followed suite,"Brighter Day, brighter day".
Simple, yet powerful in its own subtle way. It was as though C-United hand picked this song knowing the impact it would have. It was more than an audition or an introduction for that matter, it was an arrival. An arrival with a mission statement affirming and reassuring at the same time that it is going to be a brighter day.
The following episode airs on Friday night, show your support folks.
A new sound is gonna hit the radio-waves.
Later
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