Now I consider myself a sh*t talker. Basically I live to talk sh*t. It's what I do. But like everything, you must always keep in mind that there is someone else around who's better at it than you are. Unless your name is LeBron James. But that's neither here nor there. Anyhow, this man here is my superior in this particular department.
So during one of my daily adventures on the www, I decided to go to Youtube and see what interesting things I can come upon, and trust me, I see some crazy sh*t.
Lo and behold, I found that a person I 'followed' (and I use that term lightly seeing I basically watched most of the videos in one day) had decided to make a comeback. And he came back strong.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present: Mr Chi-City. The stage is yours sir:
And it just gets better...
What can I say? I am a fan of sh*t talkers.
A personal favourite of mine:
And the verdict:
Chi-City MAYNE!!!!
Esco out.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Fastest
Have you ever been recognized as being the fastest...anything? No? Well, that makes both of us. Although I was the fastest in the highschool 100 meter races, but yeah, who the hell cares, right? Exactly. Anyhow, as I was roaming on the World Wide Web (comme d'habitude) I saw this video. Found it interesting and decided to share.
Some of these people should be considered the most dangerous people on the planet. You'll see soon enough.
Enjoy.
Esco out.
Some of these people should be considered the most dangerous people on the planet. You'll see soon enough.
Enjoy.
Esco out.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
I Am Not Dead
Take this title literally and not literally. Of course I am not dead. If I were I would not be writing this, now would I? But this is also just a reminder to say that the legend of Esco lives on to see another day. You can call it Escothology.
What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.
Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:
Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.
Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.
And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.
I may need to enter rehab.
Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.
One thing is for sure:
(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)
What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.
Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:
Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.
Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.
And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.
I may need to enter rehab.
Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.
One thing is for sure:
(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)
Monday, June 1, 2009
There Is A God
That was me today in the Footlocker at the mall not too far from where I live.
The month of June has started off perfectly for me. Here's to hoping it continues this way.
I was practically hopping up and down in one place while standing in line to make my purchase.
WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Esco, out.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
"Do not...
...Mess around with Africans."
There are certain rules in life that should be heeded no matter the situation, such as "Always wear a condom when you have sex with the girl who has AIDS". Well, ok, that was a terrible example since you shouldn't even be considering having sex with her. But, anyhow. It's a rule, and one you should not break lest you want to suffer the consequences.
Another very important, if not undervalued, rule is to not f*ck with Africans. Now, this post is not meant as racial or discriminatory. This is just me giving you a heads-up.
*Story time*
Last week was exams for me. (Yes, they went well, thanks for asking) And because I had to get back into the whole school and studying mentality, I decided not to play basketball for two whole weeks leading up to exams. Yeah, that's what you call dedication. Anyhow. Friday was the last day, and I decided to hit the court after I returned home from school.
So now, it's summer-type of weather here in Paris, and it's beautiful out. So instead of going to the gym where I played during the winter, I decided to hit the outdoor court in my neighbourhood. Met up with the guys and had a good time catching up. And then it was time to play ball.
Everything was going fine, until for some odd reason, the shortest guy on the other team decided he had a score to settle with the tallest guy on my team. First mistake, your team is losing, there is NO reason for you to be running your mouth as though you're the one kicking ass. Second mistake, you are 5'7" at the MOST (and I'm being generous) and the guy on my team is about 6'5". Third mistake, tall guy is African. Short guy is not. Little did he know, he'd already lost. But for the sake of the story, I'll continue.
So this short guy, who I'm guarding by the way, gets switched on the tall guy. And then decided that tall guy played him too roughly, and says something slick. I mean, we ARE on the street, you should expect a bit of roughness. Hell, I have a cut next to my eyebrow that I only noticed 3 hours later when I got home. But whatever.
Short guy is running his mouth and tall guy is getting annoyed, and I'm sensing danger. So now, game over, we won, short guy and his band of misfits lost and they are heading to the side. As all of this is happening, short guy is talking smack to tall guy, who's had enough.
He calmly walks over to short guy and says "Listen, I'm sick of your sh*t. Either shut the f*ck up or do something about my so-called 'rough' play. I don't talk, I act, so if you don't want problems, stop talking." End of threat. The way he said that sh*t put the fear of God in ME, and I was not involved. And he turns and starts to leave. I would not be telling this story if it ended here. And boy did it not end.
Short guys jumps up from where he's seated and gets all up in tall guy's face. OK, he 'tries' to get up in tall guy's face seeing that he's nearly an entire foot shorter. He's practically on his toes, for those of you trying to picture the scene. He starts yapping and waving his hands dangerously close to tall guy's face.
Uh oh.
BOOM!
Gyaddayum!! He got hit with the headbutt from the Heavens. One he, or any of us for that matter, never saw coming. He stumbled back, and looked up dazed at tall guy. His eyes got big, and it looked as if it was only then that it dawned upon him. Tall guy was a motherf*cking African.
Well, from that point on, he saw that tall guy was not f*cking around when he said that he acted and skipped all of the long talk. We all saw. Well, atleast I did. In the end it all ended well, since short guy left the court with his confidence and manhood shattered on the floor from the headbutt he got, and tall guy continued playing til' after I left the court. And since I haven't heard anything else, I guess that was the end of that story. Well in that case, it is also the end of mine.
Moral of the story? Read the title stupid.
There are certain rules in life that should be heeded no matter the situation, such as "Always wear a condom when you have sex with the girl who has AIDS". Well, ok, that was a terrible example since you shouldn't even be considering having sex with her. But, anyhow. It's a rule, and one you should not break lest you want to suffer the consequences.
Another very important, if not undervalued, rule is to not f*ck with Africans. Now, this post is not meant as racial or discriminatory. This is just me giving you a heads-up.
*Story time*
Last week was exams for me. (Yes, they went well, thanks for asking) And because I had to get back into the whole school and studying mentality, I decided not to play basketball for two whole weeks leading up to exams. Yeah, that's what you call dedication. Anyhow. Friday was the last day, and I decided to hit the court after I returned home from school.
So now, it's summer-type of weather here in Paris, and it's beautiful out. So instead of going to the gym where I played during the winter, I decided to hit the outdoor court in my neighbourhood. Met up with the guys and had a good time catching up. And then it was time to play ball.
Everything was going fine, until for some odd reason, the shortest guy on the other team decided he had a score to settle with the tallest guy on my team. First mistake, your team is losing, there is NO reason for you to be running your mouth as though you're the one kicking ass. Second mistake, you are 5'7" at the MOST (and I'm being generous) and the guy on my team is about 6'5". Third mistake, tall guy is African. Short guy is not. Little did he know, he'd already lost. But for the sake of the story, I'll continue.
So this short guy, who I'm guarding by the way, gets switched on the tall guy. And then decided that tall guy played him too roughly, and says something slick. I mean, we ARE on the street, you should expect a bit of roughness. Hell, I have a cut next to my eyebrow that I only noticed 3 hours later when I got home. But whatever.
Short guy is running his mouth and tall guy is getting annoyed, and I'm sensing danger. So now, game over, we won, short guy and his band of misfits lost and they are heading to the side. As all of this is happening, short guy is talking smack to tall guy, who's had enough.
He calmly walks over to short guy and says "Listen, I'm sick of your sh*t. Either shut the f*ck up or do something about my so-called 'rough' play. I don't talk, I act, so if you don't want problems, stop talking." End of threat. The way he said that sh*t put the fear of God in ME, and I was not involved. And he turns and starts to leave. I would not be telling this story if it ended here. And boy did it not end.
Short guys jumps up from where he's seated and gets all up in tall guy's face. OK, he 'tries' to get up in tall guy's face seeing that he's nearly an entire foot shorter. He's practically on his toes, for those of you trying to picture the scene. He starts yapping and waving his hands dangerously close to tall guy's face.
Uh oh.
BOOM!
Gyaddayum!! He got hit with the headbutt from the Heavens. One he, or any of us for that matter, never saw coming. He stumbled back, and looked up dazed at tall guy. His eyes got big, and it looked as if it was only then that it dawned upon him. Tall guy was a motherf*cking African.
Well, from that point on, he saw that tall guy was not f*cking around when he said that he acted and skipped all of the long talk. We all saw. Well, atleast I did. In the end it all ended well, since short guy left the court with his confidence and manhood shattered on the floor from the headbutt he got, and tall guy continued playing til' after I left the court. And since I haven't heard anything else, I guess that was the end of that story. Well in that case, it is also the end of mine.
Moral of the story? Read the title stupid.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wonderful Day
Today was a good day.
Not really a good day in the sense that everything went perfectly according to plan exactly the way I dreamt it the night before, but still a good day in the sense that I did not die. That must count for something.
Also, seeing that today was the first day of exams for me, it's pretty weird that I am saying that today was a good day. BUT!!! Man oh man, today could not have gone any smoother. Well it could have, but yeah, I would have most probably ended up doing things detrimental to my health and would have put me in the line of fire of alot of hatred. Therefore, I have no idea what the f*ck I'm talking about right now.
I take back everything I said about hating the strike. I truly do. I've seen the amazing things people, namely teachers who were on strike, do to get back at the system. Basically today, teachers allowed us to cheat.
Well ok, they don't usually stop us from cheating but that's mainly because we're just that good at it. No. Today, they basically told us "We have no reasons to fail you guys seeing that you've had NO classes for the semester, and that it would be terrible for us to grade you as though you've been in school normally, therefore, you all get the minimum passing grade, and depending on what you write on the paper, you grade increases." So we took that as though they said "Cheat your asses off, we won't care" which was basically what they meant.
Instant boner. *pause*
Oh hell yeah. It was that type of day. What can I say? I deserved it.
You don't think I deserve it? Well before you get up on your high horses, consider this: F*ck you.
Good. The only regrettable thing about today was the weather. Yesterday, 30°. Today? 10°. If I could meet God right now and ask him one question it would be "Why?" And then I would give him dap for a job well done and then tell him I'll see him when I see him. He should know when.
Yessir. I am happy.
Oh and whoever thinks I'm being lazy with this blogging thing: F*ck you.
This is MY blog. I do what the F*CK I want.
Esco, out.
Not really a good day in the sense that everything went perfectly according to plan exactly the way I dreamt it the night before, but still a good day in the sense that I did not die. That must count for something.
Also, seeing that today was the first day of exams for me, it's pretty weird that I am saying that today was a good day. BUT!!! Man oh man, today could not have gone any smoother. Well it could have, but yeah, I would have most probably ended up doing things detrimental to my health and would have put me in the line of fire of alot of hatred. Therefore, I have no idea what the f*ck I'm talking about right now.
I take back everything I said about hating the strike. I truly do. I've seen the amazing things people, namely teachers who were on strike, do to get back at the system. Basically today, teachers allowed us to cheat.
Well ok, they don't usually stop us from cheating but that's mainly because we're just that good at it. No. Today, they basically told us "We have no reasons to fail you guys seeing that you've had NO classes for the semester, and that it would be terrible for us to grade you as though you've been in school normally, therefore, you all get the minimum passing grade, and depending on what you write on the paper, you grade increases." So we took that as though they said "Cheat your asses off, we won't care" which was basically what they meant.
Instant boner. *pause*
Oh hell yeah. It was that type of day. What can I say? I deserved it.
You don't think I deserve it? Well before you get up on your high horses, consider this: F*ck you.
Good. The only regrettable thing about today was the weather. Yesterday, 30°. Today? 10°. If I could meet God right now and ask him one question it would be "Why?" And then I would give him dap for a job well done and then tell him I'll see him when I see him. He should know when.
Yessir. I am happy.
Oh and whoever thinks I'm being lazy with this blogging thing: F*ck you.
This is MY blog. I do what the F*CK I want.
Esco, out.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Well I'll Be Damned
21 days later. That's a mixture of laziness, laziness, laziness and uninspiring happenings on this side of the globe. For me atleast. I have no idea what that other clown is up to, other than being the usual ass that he is.
Moving along. Not that I had anything specific to say, just basically had to write, since it's been like forever since something was put up on this b*tch. You can say we had an argument and needed to take some time off to settle our differences. This here is to say that I'm, hopefully, back for a while, until that beautiful thing called laziness kicks back in. And that can be soon.
I already feel it coming along.
It is now 11.24am. The earliest that I have awoken in God only knows how long. Not that it matters since I have not been going to school lately. Why? Oh, just a strike. Again.
So yeah, here we are again. This feels like the first post that I put up on this here blog. You have no idea what it is you want to write, but you just want to write so you basically just let the words spill, or womit (like the old people say) and see what comes out. Nasty.
I should probably go and do some pushups like I've been telling myself that I would be doing. Ha! "Good luck with that" I say to myself. I think I should do it, it'll motivate me to do something other than nothing, which, to be honest, I don't mind doing. Nothing that is.
...
Ok, ok ok ok. I'll go.
Dammit.
I'm out.
Moving along. Not that I had anything specific to say, just basically had to write, since it's been like forever since something was put up on this b*tch. You can say we had an argument and needed to take some time off to settle our differences. This here is to say that I'm, hopefully, back for a while, until that beautiful thing called laziness kicks back in. And that can be soon.
I already feel it coming along.
It is now 11.24am. The earliest that I have awoken in God only knows how long. Not that it matters since I have not been going to school lately. Why? Oh, just a strike. Again.
So yeah, here we are again. This feels like the first post that I put up on this here blog. You have no idea what it is you want to write, but you just want to write so you basically just let the words spill, or womit (like the old people say) and see what comes out. Nasty.
I should probably go and do some pushups like I've been telling myself that I would be doing. Ha! "Good luck with that" I say to myself. I think I should do it, it'll motivate me to do something other than nothing, which, to be honest, I don't mind doing. Nothing that is.
...
Ok, ok ok ok. I'll go.
Dammit.
I'm out.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Alrighty then...
Ok, it's official. I'm through with school. Ok, I lied. But this is getting annoying. Before coming to France I always thought that when I heard that schools on the French side were striking, it seemed fun.
This shit is not.
My years in France have been strike plagued. There are no other ways to put this. Last year, we got locked out of school for damn near 2 months. You would leave your house to go to school (on the first couple days atleast, when they said the strike would only last a week) and as you arrive you would see a bunch of clowns (not real clowns, but clowns nonetheless) playing guitars and singing in front of the entrances. Not letting anybody in. *insert gasface here*
They would have these sort of meetings called General Assemblies. Total wastes of time. I went to the first one since they said that during these so-called meetings we got the chance to vote if we wanted to continue the strike or not. Never again. Those things last 4 to 5 hours.
My school is pretty small, around 15000 or so students. 300 people voted for the strike. That's democracy. And those same 300 people continued voting for the strike for 2 months. Where were the other 12000? Most probably at home like myself.
Oh well. Guess what? Yeah, you got that right. We're on strike again. Only this time, the teachers won't be complaining about how us students are wasting their time. Because they are the ones striking now. Yessir, I wonder what their excuses will be now? What am I saying? There won't be any excuses. Psshhh, moving right along.
It's no wonder Paris is viewed as a strike loving country. That shit couldn't be any closer to the truth. I get the whole "fighting for your rights" crap, but there is a limit. Fight for YOUR rights. Do NOT under no circumstances disturb me while I'm peacefully living my life. I'm not bothering you, don't bother me. Do that and we most definitely can get along. As things are now, we are enemies. Oh well, I guess that's the whole purpose, to get the rest of the people agitated so that it will force the government to act.
What is that you say? The people in government are the ones at fault? Oh. Well that changes everything then. Why not just get rid of them? Too radical? I agree. But it was funny when heard the first time. (You won't get the last couple sentences if you don't read the link)
Oh well. Such is life, and sadly, I'm stuck in the middle of it. As is, I currently only have school on fridays. Fun times.
I'm bored as hell.
I'm out.
P.S. The upstairs neighbours had a fight last night. That shit lasted for more than an hour. Somebody got beat the hell up. Poor lady. Baby was screaming its head off and dude kept laying the smackdown on his lady. They're like two floors up and I could hear her hit the floor from here. Disgusting.
This shit is not.
My years in France have been strike plagued. There are no other ways to put this. Last year, we got locked out of school for damn near 2 months. You would leave your house to go to school (on the first couple days atleast, when they said the strike would only last a week) and as you arrive you would see a bunch of clowns (not real clowns, but clowns nonetheless) playing guitars and singing in front of the entrances. Not letting anybody in. *insert gasface here*
They would have these sort of meetings called General Assemblies. Total wastes of time. I went to the first one since they said that during these so-called meetings we got the chance to vote if we wanted to continue the strike or not. Never again. Those things last 4 to 5 hours.
My school is pretty small, around 15000 or so students. 300 people voted for the strike. That's democracy. And those same 300 people continued voting for the strike for 2 months. Where were the other 12000? Most probably at home like myself.
Oh well. Guess what? Yeah, you got that right. We're on strike again. Only this time, the teachers won't be complaining about how us students are wasting their time. Because they are the ones striking now. Yessir, I wonder what their excuses will be now? What am I saying? There won't be any excuses. Psshhh, moving right along.
It's no wonder Paris is viewed as a strike loving country. That shit couldn't be any closer to the truth. I get the whole "fighting for your rights" crap, but there is a limit. Fight for YOUR rights. Do NOT under no circumstances disturb me while I'm peacefully living my life. I'm not bothering you, don't bother me. Do that and we most definitely can get along. As things are now, we are enemies. Oh well, I guess that's the whole purpose, to get the rest of the people agitated so that it will force the government to act.
What is that you say? The people in government are the ones at fault? Oh. Well that changes everything then. Why not just get rid of them? Too radical? I agree. But it was funny when heard the first time. (You won't get the last couple sentences if you don't read the link)
Oh well. Such is life, and sadly, I'm stuck in the middle of it. As is, I currently only have school on fridays. Fun times.
I'm bored as hell.
I'm out.
P.S. The upstairs neighbours had a fight last night. That shit lasted for more than an hour. Somebody got beat the hell up. Poor lady. Baby was screaming its head off and dude kept laying the smackdown on his lady. They're like two floors up and I could hear her hit the floor from here. Disgusting.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Just Sayin'...
This isn't a post about anything in particular. This is just me writing. You may continue reading if you have nothing else to do with your time, or you can just close the page and wait until something more interesting pops up on here.
Life isn't as fun as I thought it would have been leaving my parents' home. To me it would have been parties, fun fun fun. Boy was I wrong. Totally wrong.
Leaving forced me to grow up. Very quickly. Not that this bothers me. But the stress of the everyday problems and issues that need to be resolved can sometimes take its toll on me. And lately, it has been. And I'm not liking it.
My mom always reproached me of being care-free. Something that I always hated. Yes it was true. But like they say, you always ask for the truth but you are not happy when you hear it. Maybe back then I would have rather have her not say anything to me and just be like "It's your life, you do as you please", but thinking back, that would have most probably been the wrong approach to take on the situation. Especially dealing with a person such as myself.
I'm the type of person that needs to learn things the hard way for me to understand. This is a fact. And it's something that I'll admit to anyone willing to lend me a listening ear or eyes in this case. But at times I would want things to be easy also. Living abroad with hardly anyone of your immediate family around is hard. Harder than I've ever imagined. Thank God for a few people in my life who try their best to make shit easier for me. You know who you are.
I love y'all even though I most probably don't show it enough. But I do.
Lately I've been a bit down. I try to present a happy front to those who I meet up with and those who I talk to. But sometimes the pressure of everything comes crashing down on me and I just can't take it anymore. And I give up trying. And I shouldn't.
I've been told over and over that I have the capabilities to achieve anything I want in life, but it's just that I don't have the proper motivation. And until I find something that will motivate me enough to achieve my goals, I most probably will not. And that shit saddens me. But again, it's the truth.
The truth will set you free. I hope it will. Cause I sometimes feel like I'm in prison. This isn't because of anybody. This is something that I'm doing to myself. At the end of the day I have no one else to blame and point fingers to but myself. I have all reasons to be happy, but I'm not. And I hope that by being honest with myself I can be free of all this pressure.
I sometimes wish that I had the same work ethic like back in primary school. And the same eagerness to learn. The same openmindedness. The same enthousiasm. It seems that as I get older, all of those traits in me seem to fade away. Yet, I'm only 21. Really young. It makes no sense to me.
Will I be able to find back that youthful enthousiasm that took me to where I am today? Will I be able to turn things around and pull myself out from under these dark clouds above my head? Will I ever amount to something? Will I make my parents proud when it's all said and done?
I have too many things running through my head. I most probably am worrying myself over nothing. Maybe everyone goes through these types of periods. Maybe. Nothing is for certain though.
I just gotta keep my head up and continue moving forward. It's the best and only thing I can do. I'm supposed to take advantage of life over here. Not let it beat me down. Maybe I should take advantage.
Yeah. I'll do that.
Sorry for this. I just needed to evacuate. Talking alone in the appartment would not have helped.
I'm out.
Life isn't as fun as I thought it would have been leaving my parents' home. To me it would have been parties, fun fun fun. Boy was I wrong. Totally wrong.
Leaving forced me to grow up. Very quickly. Not that this bothers me. But the stress of the everyday problems and issues that need to be resolved can sometimes take its toll on me. And lately, it has been. And I'm not liking it.
My mom always reproached me of being care-free. Something that I always hated. Yes it was true. But like they say, you always ask for the truth but you are not happy when you hear it. Maybe back then I would have rather have her not say anything to me and just be like "It's your life, you do as you please", but thinking back, that would have most probably been the wrong approach to take on the situation. Especially dealing with a person such as myself.
I'm the type of person that needs to learn things the hard way for me to understand. This is a fact. And it's something that I'll admit to anyone willing to lend me a listening ear or eyes in this case. But at times I would want things to be easy also. Living abroad with hardly anyone of your immediate family around is hard. Harder than I've ever imagined. Thank God for a few people in my life who try their best to make shit easier for me. You know who you are.
I love y'all even though I most probably don't show it enough. But I do.
Lately I've been a bit down. I try to present a happy front to those who I meet up with and those who I talk to. But sometimes the pressure of everything comes crashing down on me and I just can't take it anymore. And I give up trying. And I shouldn't.
I've been told over and over that I have the capabilities to achieve anything I want in life, but it's just that I don't have the proper motivation. And until I find something that will motivate me enough to achieve my goals, I most probably will not. And that shit saddens me. But again, it's the truth.
The truth will set you free. I hope it will. Cause I sometimes feel like I'm in prison. This isn't because of anybody. This is something that I'm doing to myself. At the end of the day I have no one else to blame and point fingers to but myself. I have all reasons to be happy, but I'm not. And I hope that by being honest with myself I can be free of all this pressure.
I sometimes wish that I had the same work ethic like back in primary school. And the same eagerness to learn. The same openmindedness. The same enthousiasm. It seems that as I get older, all of those traits in me seem to fade away. Yet, I'm only 21. Really young. It makes no sense to me.
Will I be able to find back that youthful enthousiasm that took me to where I am today? Will I be able to turn things around and pull myself out from under these dark clouds above my head? Will I ever amount to something? Will I make my parents proud when it's all said and done?
I have too many things running through my head. I most probably am worrying myself over nothing. Maybe everyone goes through these types of periods. Maybe. Nothing is for certain though.
I just gotta keep my head up and continue moving forward. It's the best and only thing I can do. I'm supposed to take advantage of life over here. Not let it beat me down. Maybe I should take advantage.
Yeah. I'll do that.
Sorry for this. I just needed to evacuate. Talking alone in the appartment would not have helped.
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.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Thank You For Smoking
- Verbal irony is a disparity of expression and intention: when a speaker says one thing but means another, or when a literal meaning is contrary to its intended effect. An example of this is sarcasm. -
Irony is something I use everyday. Sarcasm is also. Sometimes it gets hard to tell the difference, and with the frequency with which I use it, I'm not helping you pour souls who don't know one from the other. I'm sorry about that.
It's pretty simple if you look at it from this perspective. Irony can be translated in many different ways, here we are sticking to what was quoted up there. When someone says one thing, but means another. Which is what some people claim to be sarcasm. True. But only to a certain extent. Sarcams is usually fairly negative. It's a way of expressing bitterness by saying something that is very obvious to the target, making your point of view on the subject very clear. Therefore you are telling them, cleverly I might add, that you do not agree with them. If I'm wrong, tell me. I don't like to be wrong, but I'm not always right, just most of the time. Ha!
Irony is sarcasm, but with a less harsh, jovial twist. Pretty simple. And I use both very often. And the title of this post is a phrase I use practically everyday that I'm not at home. Yes, I tend to believe that I live in the smoking capital of the world. While this might not be true, I like to believe it is.
Now, to the point of all of this. Is there really a point? God only knows, I'm developping as I type. This can be interesting. And just to be clear, I'm not targeting anybody with this. If you smoke, fine with me. I don't judge. But that does not mean that I have to like it. Clear? Good.
Smokers suck. Ok, not really. But people who blow their smoke in non-smokers' faces do. And they deserve to burn in Hell. I have nothing against smokers, it's all love. Do you. But I only have one question. What do you get out of smoking a pack of cigs a day? Or half a pack? Is it to look cool? Is it fun knowing you most probably might die a painfully slow death later on in life? What is it that is so attractive to the gazillion smokers out there? I have no clue. I really need somebody to break it down for me. That is all.
I'm out.
Irony is something I use everyday. Sarcasm is also. Sometimes it gets hard to tell the difference, and with the frequency with which I use it, I'm not helping you pour souls who don't know one from the other. I'm sorry about that.
It's pretty simple if you look at it from this perspective. Irony can be translated in many different ways, here we are sticking to what was quoted up there. When someone says one thing, but means another. Which is what some people claim to be sarcasm. True. But only to a certain extent. Sarcams is usually fairly negative. It's a way of expressing bitterness by saying something that is very obvious to the target, making your point of view on the subject very clear. Therefore you are telling them, cleverly I might add, that you do not agree with them. If I'm wrong, tell me. I don't like to be wrong, but I'm not always right, just most of the time. Ha!
Irony is sarcasm, but with a less harsh, jovial twist. Pretty simple. And I use both very often. And the title of this post is a phrase I use practically everyday that I'm not at home. Yes, I tend to believe that I live in the smoking capital of the world. While this might not be true, I like to believe it is.
Now, to the point of all of this. Is there really a point? God only knows, I'm developping as I type. This can be interesting. And just to be clear, I'm not targeting anybody with this. If you smoke, fine with me. I don't judge. But that does not mean that I have to like it. Clear? Good.
Smokers suck. Ok, not really. But people who blow their smoke in non-smokers' faces do. And they deserve to burn in Hell. I have nothing against smokers, it's all love. Do you. But I only have one question. What do you get out of smoking a pack of cigs a day? Or half a pack? Is it to look cool? Is it fun knowing you most probably might die a painfully slow death later on in life? What is it that is so attractive to the gazillion smokers out there? I have no clue. I really need somebody to break it down for me. That is all.
I'm out.
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