Whatever anyone tells you don't really believe them. In certain cases me too. In my opinion, people feel pain in entirely different ways. That being said, I'll tell you about my first tattoo experience.
Before any questions arise, I'll answer the question on most freshbloods minds. The answer is YES!!! That damn thing definitely hurt. But trust me, after you put that money down for the tat, you're gonna make sure that the tattoo comes out as perfect as possible. To me, it felt like getting a shot at the doctor's office...just imagine
that shot being dragged across your skin. Now I didn't cry or anything, maybe just groaned alot at first. I definitely got "Oderint Dum Metuant" which was Caligula's as well as my favorite saying. It translates to let them hate so long as they fear. Which is what I love to live by. People can talk all the shit they want, so long as they
know they don't want a fight with you. The process of the tattoo story actually starts back at school.
So as a joke, I mentioned to my friend from school, Maunda, that "yo we have way too much time. We should def go out and get our tattoos. She instantly jumped onto the bandwagon encouraging me to get the tattoo. So fast forward to the parlor. My nerves just double or even triple my heartbeat. I think the hardest part of the whole experience was having to hand them the money and sign the contract. And being money hungry like I am (lol don't judge me) I hate having to give away large amounts of money.
Second hardest part of the experience? The moments before. I think they purposefully try to psyche you out. The place I went to in the Village was playin some kinda satanic music and me and Maunda just looked at each other like "what...the...fuck?" And it was like a 30 minute wait period. So imagine song after song of just what hell would sound like lol.
The least strenuous part was actually getting the tattoo. Like I said, yes...that motherfucker HURT! But I guess it was because the guy twisted my arm around until he was writing on my bone. Like i said to try to give you an imagination of what it felt like, imagine a doctor's shot. But after a while it did kinda started to feel good. Crazy right? Now I see why people get addicted to it.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is...the whole process is an experience that you can't anticipate if you're getting a tattoo for the first time. Some will say oh it doesn't hurt. Some will exaggerate the pain. I won't undermine the pain but it's nothing to shed a tear over either. And also make sure what you're getting is worth any sort of pain over. Because it is permanent. It's not like any piercing where the meaning is straightforward, you're literally getting art on
your body so don't get a fad just because it's cool. And your giving away a significant amount of money for it as well. Make sure you get your money's worth.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Safety...or the Lack Thereof (Edited Version)
A sad,sad event has occurred in the halls of ol' G-Dubs. I'm surprised, shocked, disgusted, and worried all at once. I don't blame anyone's parents. I don't blame any teachers. Honestly I place blame almost solely on the damn NYC high school security system. Sure, I admire some of them. I've shared good laughs with some as well. But to let something like this slide by is a wake-up call to so many people.
In case you don't know what I'm talking about (Which let's face it, most of you don't have a clue), a local student at the High School for Media and Communications managed to sneak in a steak knife into the George Washington Educational Campus. Said student, at around 11:00 --my guess is right after 4th period, being that 4th period ends at 11:04-- stabs another student 16 times in the back and arm in the school's dean's office. The victim is said to be in stable condition and the attacker was arrested and taken to the 34th precinct.
Now I don't really care about the backdrop story behind the stabbing. Quite frankly, my concern for high school drama died when I graduated last year. My first and main question thinking about this incident is HOW IN BLUE HELL DID A KNIFE GET THROUGH SCANNING!?!? The security guards are so concerned with finding an "electronical device" but aren't concerned with the actual stuff they're supposed to be looking out for. Its extremely sad to see that security guards are more concerned with looking out for cellphones and iPods than they are for knives, guns, and stuff that can actually hurt people. And look what happens because of this.
In case you don't know what I'm talking about (Which let's face it, most of you don't have a clue), a local student at the High School for Media and Communications managed to sneak in a steak knife into the George Washington Educational Campus. Said student, at around 11:00 --my guess is right after 4th period, being that 4th period ends at 11:04-- stabs another student 16 times in the back and arm in the school's dean's office. The victim is said to be in stable condition and the attacker was arrested and taken to the 34th precinct.
Now I don't really care about the backdrop story behind the stabbing. Quite frankly, my concern for high school drama died when I graduated last year. My first and main question thinking about this incident is HOW IN BLUE HELL DID A KNIFE GET THROUGH SCANNING!?!? The security guards are so concerned with finding an "electronical device" but aren't concerned with the actual stuff they're supposed to be looking out for. Its extremely sad to see that security guards are more concerned with looking out for cellphones and iPods than they are for knives, guns, and stuff that can actually hurt people. And look what happens because of this.
Another thing is, this will probably be another incident gone unreported when Bloomberg states that school violence is "severely declining". Who does he think he's fooling with this crap? Not only has fights and things of that nature remain the same, but let's face it, as the years go by, a lot of us lose hope when we see the stupidity that goes on with underclassmen in high schools. But back to my main point, Bloomberg won't even acknowledge this, yet so many oblivious jackasses will support him not knowing whats going on right under their noses.
Now like I said I don't wish to know why the kid stabbed the other guy. But I'll have to say, never in the years I've been at George Washington have I ever heard of anything as outrageous as what happened in Media. Its a shame. But like I said security needs to be taken more seriously. There is a reason why most of the students hate the security guards in the morning. What harm will a juice pouch do if we bring it in school? So what if we just so happen to forget a blasted cellphone? Who cares if we need music from our iPods in the morning just to stay up? Security guards need to stop carrying an eagle eye when it comes to the light stuff and start remembering what they're actually supposed to be looking for.
So maybe the security guards will be more on their toes, looking for every little thing now. Maybe they'll stop goofing around and take their jobs more seriously for the time being. But what the hell are you supposed to say to the boy who got stabbed 16 times? "Oops I'm sorry"? I don't think there'll be a long term change. Bloomberg will continue to live in his little bubble where NYC high schools are doing better and better and better, while EVERYBODY knows that high schools are just getting worse and worse. Nice job Bloomberg, way to screw up the New York City high schools. Four more years of continued stupidity and madness. And you wonder why the teachers always want to go on strike, hmph. ...Ass
And with that your life just got that more Rated-R
Monday, March 15, 2010
Don't You Hate it When Someone Else is Right
Ugh don't you hate when you have the best idea but someone makes so much sense that you're forced to look at things in a new way? Like forced epiphanies (if that makes sense). With that, my Rated-R Reality will soon undergo a change....less Rated-R I guess. You'll see what I mean in the upcoming posts.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Safety...or the Lack Thereof
A sad,sad event has occurred in the halls of ol' G-Dubs. I'm surprised, shocked, disgusted, and worried all at once. I don't blame anyone's parents. I don't blame any teachers. Honestly I place blame almost solely on the damn NYC high school security system. Sure, I admire some of them. I've shared good laughs with some as well. But to let something like this shit slide by is a wake-up call to so many people.
In case you don't know what the hell I'm talking about (Which let's face it, most of you don't have a clue), a local student at the High School for Media and Communications managed to sneak in a steak knife into the George Washington Educational Campus. Said student, at around 11:00 --my guess is right after 4th period, being that 4th period ends at 11:04-- stabs another student 16 times in the back and arm in the school's dean's office. The victim is said to be in stable condition and the attacker was arrested and taken to the 34th precinct.
Now I don't really give a flying fuck about the backdrop story behind the stabbing. Quite frankly, my concern for high school drama died when I graduated last year. My first and main question thinking about this incident is HOW THE FUCK DID A KNIFE GET THROUGH SCANNING!?!? The security guards are so concerned with finding an "electronical device" but aren't concerned with the actual shit they're supposed to be looking out for. Its extremely sad to see that security guards are more concerned with looking out for cellphones and iPods than they are for knives, guns, and stuff that can actually hurt people. And look what happens because of this.
In case you don't know what the hell I'm talking about (Which let's face it, most of you don't have a clue), a local student at the High School for Media and Communications managed to sneak in a steak knife into the George Washington Educational Campus. Said student, at around 11:00 --my guess is right after 4th period, being that 4th period ends at 11:04-- stabs another student 16 times in the back and arm in the school's dean's office. The victim is said to be in stable condition and the attacker was arrested and taken to the 34th precinct.
Now I don't really give a flying fuck about the backdrop story behind the stabbing. Quite frankly, my concern for high school drama died when I graduated last year. My first and main question thinking about this incident is HOW THE FUCK DID A KNIFE GET THROUGH SCANNING!?!? The security guards are so concerned with finding an "electronical device" but aren't concerned with the actual shit they're supposed to be looking out for. Its extremely sad to see that security guards are more concerned with looking out for cellphones and iPods than they are for knives, guns, and stuff that can actually hurt people. And look what happens because of this.
Another thing is, this will probably be another incident gone unreported when Bloomberg states that school violence is "severely declining". Who the fuck does he think he's fooling with this crap? Not only has fights and things of that nature remain the same, but let's face it, as the years go by, a lot of us lose hope when we see the stupidity that goes on with underclassmen in high schools. But back to my main point, Bloomberg won't even acknowledge this, yet so many oblivious jackasses will support him not knowing whats going on right under their noses.
Now like I said I don't wish to know why the kid stabbed the other guy. But I'll have to say, never in the years I've been at George Washington have I ever heard of anything as outrageous as what happened in Media. Its a shame. But like I said security needs to be taken more seriously. There is a reason why most of the students hate the damn security guards in the morning. What harm will a damn juice do if we bring it in school? So what if we just so happen to forget a blasted cellphone? Who gives a shit if we need music from our iPods in the morning just to stay up? Security guards need to stop carrying an eagle eye when it comes to the light stuff and start remembering what they're actually supposed to be looking for.
So maybe the security guards will be more on their toes, looking for every little thing now. Maybe they'll stop goofing around and take their jobs more seriously for the time being. But what the hell are you supposed to say to the boy who got stabbed 16 times? "Oops I'm sorry"? I don't think there'll be a long term change. Bloomberg will continue to live in his little bubble where NYC high schools are doing better and better and better, while EVERYBODY knows that high schools are just getting worse and worse. Nice job Bloomberg, way to fuck up the New York City high schools. Four more years of continued stupidity and madness. And you wonder why the teachers always want to go on strike, hmph. ...Dumbass
And with that your life just got that more Rated-R
Friday, March 12, 2010
I Apologize
Its hard updatin this....bear with me. I have a couple of posts I want to put up but I still have to complete them. Oh well. I'll finish them ASAP. Still have stuff I want to talk about. The Rated-R hasn't left yet. I'm still as fucked up as always
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Bitchassness in Numbers
Strength in numbers is definitely true. Its true for militaries, gangs and the like. Evidently running your mouth while in a group is a growing epidemic in the United States. Whether its in the bus, out on the street, at parties, wherever...people have this growing addiction to talk shit in a group and not by they damn selves.
Now I've noticed it for a while now. Its the proverbial, "Hold me back!!! Hold me back!!!" It's a shame. My opinion is don't talk trash if you can't do it without back up. That is a very bitch ass move. I put money a quarter of my readers just had an epiphany about themselves. Sorry, its just what I do.
Take yourself out of those circle of friends and settle shit one-on-one. And if they can't do that then that just shows who is pussy and who isn't. Plain and simple. Fact is, most people will have more respect for someone who mans up and ends shit by himself than someone who runs in with backup and has some lame ass cosigning any comment.
Is that how you want to live your life? Honestly and truthfully, most people don't have an ounce of respect for people that can't be as "gully" by themselves. Its like trashing someone behind impenetrable wall...(Check out the big word there!!!). One of my friends always says "You poppin off with all that mouth next to ya groupies but you damn sure can't do it with no one around you."
Nine times out of 10 the one by himself against the "ravenous" wolfpack will get the most respect, bar none. Its a common fact. Not only does it show independence, but it shows courage, even bravery. I know this seems like a case of "Well no shit Sherlock"... Well you'd be surprised to the amount of people that act like they don't know this...it's crazy. Look at it this way; when you talk shit do you do it to get a reaction out of the person or out of your posse? If you do it to get the reaction out of the person then why do you need a posse to talk shit. You're the main focus right? So act like it.
I'm not sayin that there can't be one tough guy in a group of people, I'm just sayin you don't need other people to hear you degrade somebody else. That's why people say "you got so much fuckin mouth, why don't you just say it without all ya bitches behind you?" Because in reality that's what you look like. A loudspeaker with little bitches backing you up. Be yourself, no one's gonna be you for you. Handle your own business. NO BITCHASSNESS!!!
Now I've noticed it for a while now. Its the proverbial, "Hold me back!!! Hold me back!!!" It's a shame. My opinion is don't talk trash if you can't do it without back up. That is a very bitch ass move. I put money a quarter of my readers just had an epiphany about themselves. Sorry, its just what I do.
Take yourself out of those circle of friends and settle shit one-on-one. And if they can't do that then that just shows who is pussy and who isn't. Plain and simple. Fact is, most people will have more respect for someone who mans up and ends shit by himself than someone who runs in with backup and has some lame ass cosigning any comment.
Is that how you want to live your life? Honestly and truthfully, most people don't have an ounce of respect for people that can't be as "gully" by themselves. Its like trashing someone behind impenetrable wall...(Check out the big word there!!!). One of my friends always says "You poppin off with all that mouth next to ya groupies but you damn sure can't do it with no one around you."
Nine times out of 10 the one by himself against the "ravenous" wolfpack will get the most respect, bar none. Its a common fact. Not only does it show independence, but it shows courage, even bravery. I know this seems like a case of "Well no shit Sherlock"... Well you'd be surprised to the amount of people that act like they don't know this...it's crazy. Look at it this way; when you talk shit do you do it to get a reaction out of the person or out of your posse? If you do it to get the reaction out of the person then why do you need a posse to talk shit. You're the main focus right? So act like it.
I'm not sayin that there can't be one tough guy in a group of people, I'm just sayin you don't need other people to hear you degrade somebody else. That's why people say "you got so much fuckin mouth, why don't you just say it without all ya bitches behind you?" Because in reality that's what you look like. A loudspeaker with little bitches backing you up. Be yourself, no one's gonna be you for you. Handle your own business. NO BITCHASSNESS!!!
And your life just got that more Rated-R
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Total Takeover for the 9th Time
Wow its really been a while. I'll try to have updates regularly but, college is kind of preventing that. But anyway the following is more for my people in the world of Steel Pan.
PAN SONATAS WIN!!! Oh my god! There are still days I feel like that was just a super poppin dream and that didn't even happen. But it really did. We really fuckin won panorama! So many people tried to get our heads out of the game. We had our ups, we had our downs. In the end, we did what we been saying all summer "We came to take the [fuckin] 'rama!" I'm not gonna use this opportunity to trash any other band but damn we really did work hard.
Nine time champions. Woooo! That is crazy. "How we won?" Some ask. Its because come gametime Sonatas ALWAYS delivers. We transform from pan players into 100 savage gladiators hungry for another glorious victory. Its our instinct, we know we are performers and we exploit it. No questions asked. We perform, and perform, and give 800% of our energy into that 10 minutes we have on stage. Don't get me wrong, ADLIB definitely gave us a run for our money. Without a shadow of a doubt, ADLIB definitely gave it their all to defend that title. But I guess we just showed the judges we wanted it more.
In 2010 fellow Bandoleros, we need to show these civilian spectators that this is the start of yet another takeover in pan, the upcoming decade needs to be painted black and gold because if they thought that this was the end of the Sonatas victories, they're dead wrong. DEAD WRONG. In fact we may even see an era of greatness in the hands of Sonatas. The next decade will be the decade of Sonatas, and you can willingly accept it, or go down in a blaze of glory. Remember ladies and gents, "This is the band that [ALWAYS WILL] take the rama!!!"
So no matter what happens my fellow Sonatas players,...you can always say I won a panorama.
PAN SONATAS WIN!!! Oh my god! There are still days I feel like that was just a super poppin dream and that didn't even happen. But it really did. We really fuckin won panorama! So many people tried to get our heads out of the game. We had our ups, we had our downs. In the end, we did what we been saying all summer "We came to take the [fuckin] 'rama!" I'm not gonna use this opportunity to trash any other band but damn we really did work hard.
Nine time champions. Woooo! That is crazy. "How we won?" Some ask. Its because come gametime Sonatas ALWAYS delivers. We transform from pan players into 100 savage gladiators hungry for another glorious victory. Its our instinct, we know we are performers and we exploit it. No questions asked. We perform, and perform, and give 800% of our energy into that 10 minutes we have on stage. Don't get me wrong, ADLIB definitely gave us a run for our money. Without a shadow of a doubt, ADLIB definitely gave it their all to defend that title. But I guess we just showed the judges we wanted it more.
In 2010 fellow Bandoleros, we need to show these civilian spectators that this is the start of yet another takeover in pan, the upcoming decade needs to be painted black and gold because if they thought that this was the end of the Sonatas victories, they're dead wrong. DEAD WRONG. In fact we may even see an era of greatness in the hands of Sonatas. The next decade will be the decade of Sonatas, and you can willingly accept it, or go down in a blaze of glory. Remember ladies and gents, "This is the band that [ALWAYS WILL] take the rama!!!"
So no matter what happens my fellow Sonatas players,...you can always say I won a panorama.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Impact
There are people in this world that leave lasting impressions on others. Some, because of their wealth. Others look up to certain people because of their power. But I'm here to tell you I look up to some people because of their character. The way they carry themselves I guess. Some aspect of their daily lives I've grown to admire, even respect. I'm here, not to exploit perfection in anyway (we're all human), but to tell these people thank you.
The first person, actually taught me how to play steel pan...well strengthened my skills at the very early stages anyway. And if you know me, pan takes up a chunk of my life right now. But that's not the impact I really admire. His impact on me is the way he thinks. He's been playing pan before I even knew what a pan was. Is he arrogant? No. Does he have a fuck the world, I'm the greatest alive attitude because of it? Nope. He reasons out a situation until it can't be reasoned out anymore. Even thought he always tries to get at me for "stealing his name." He's an assertive person by nature and everyone I know comes to him like a big brother. His wisdom is what I look up to and for that, I thank him.
This next person, is not only an inspiration to myself but also leaves a lasting impact on an entire band. For the brief time I've known her, she's treated me with the utmost respect and I respect her for that. But what impact she left with me is her conversational skills. Had you have known me a few years ago, you would know either I always ended a conversation passively giving up, or that I always end aggressively. But just hanging out with her has made me understand how to talk to people especially when they don't see eye-to-eye with me. Rather than just saying "Yo fuck everything you stand for" I can reason my way out of conflicts. She makes attempts to make sure that everyone she cares about has at least one smile on their face for the day. Its her interaction with others that leaves an impact on me and for that I thank her.
The third person is just an all around nice person. He's another person who could be one arrogant motherfucker due to the fact that several girls like him, but instead he's just very chill. Sure he's a clown at times but his overall swagger is just fucking awesome. I guess what I'm trying to say is that he could be the common stereotypical Brooklynite and be a conceited SOB but instead he's just...him. I also consider him a big brother only because he always manages to just live life ho he sees fit regardless of the drama surrounding him. If anything his impact on me would have to be his maturity.
Fourth, this person.....actually at a spectator's glance one would wonder why in blue hell this person is on the list. But honestly, he's helped me grow. If you see a dude that's just loud as hell at times, immature, and sometimes a bit too hyper, you'd wonder WTF? I don't. Its just the fact that he could careless about the griefs around him (well most of the time) is enough to be admired. His impact on me will forever be the fact that if I have a problem I can easily come to him and he'll still try to cheer me up regardless of the situation and most of the time it actually works. I in turn make sure that he's ok whenever I just feel a bad vibe. Ok yes, he's like a brother to me too (I know I have more brothers than a damn fraternity). You can look for the weirdest ways to find an inspiration.
So with so many impacts these people left on me I'm surprised I didn't thank them earlier. I actually really meant to do this way earlier but better now than never. So I thank you Big Marc, I thank you Kiera, I thank you Ryan, and I thank you James. You've helped me transformed myself into a better person...well in the process of it anyway. =p
The first person, actually taught me how to play steel pan...well strengthened my skills at the very early stages anyway. And if you know me, pan takes up a chunk of my life right now. But that's not the impact I really admire. His impact on me is the way he thinks. He's been playing pan before I even knew what a pan was. Is he arrogant? No. Does he have a fuck the world, I'm the greatest alive attitude because of it? Nope. He reasons out a situation until it can't be reasoned out anymore. Even thought he always tries to get at me for "stealing his name." He's an assertive person by nature and everyone I know comes to him like a big brother. His wisdom is what I look up to and for that, I thank him.
This next person, is not only an inspiration to myself but also leaves a lasting impact on an entire band. For the brief time I've known her, she's treated me with the utmost respect and I respect her for that. But what impact she left with me is her conversational skills. Had you have known me a few years ago, you would know either I always ended a conversation passively giving up, or that I always end aggressively. But just hanging out with her has made me understand how to talk to people especially when they don't see eye-to-eye with me. Rather than just saying "Yo fuck everything you stand for" I can reason my way out of conflicts. She makes attempts to make sure that everyone she cares about has at least one smile on their face for the day. Its her interaction with others that leaves an impact on me and for that I thank her.
The third person is just an all around nice person. He's another person who could be one arrogant motherfucker due to the fact that several girls like him, but instead he's just very chill. Sure he's a clown at times but his overall swagger is just fucking awesome. I guess what I'm trying to say is that he could be the common stereotypical Brooklynite and be a conceited SOB but instead he's just...him. I also consider him a big brother only because he always manages to just live life ho he sees fit regardless of the drama surrounding him. If anything his impact on me would have to be his maturity.
Fourth, this person.....actually at a spectator's glance one would wonder why in blue hell this person is on the list. But honestly, he's helped me grow. If you see a dude that's just loud as hell at times, immature, and sometimes a bit too hyper, you'd wonder WTF? I don't. Its just the fact that he could careless about the griefs around him (well most of the time) is enough to be admired. His impact on me will forever be the fact that if I have a problem I can easily come to him and he'll still try to cheer me up regardless of the situation and most of the time it actually works. I in turn make sure that he's ok whenever I just feel a bad vibe. Ok yes, he's like a brother to me too (I know I have more brothers than a damn fraternity). You can look for the weirdest ways to find an inspiration.
So with so many impacts these people left on me I'm surprised I didn't thank them earlier. I actually really meant to do this way earlier but better now than never. So I thank you Big Marc, I thank you Kiera, I thank you Ryan, and I thank you James. You've helped me transformed myself into a better person...well in the process of it anyway. =p
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Disrespectful
You're cheery in my face
Giddy when you get your way
Your innocence makes people desire to inquire more
The way you giggle at everything makes everyone think
You're just a safe face, no issues
But then you start shifting
The animosity, not directed towards others
But directed towards me
Others' reasons have underlying good
Your reason...underlying selfishness
Your selfishness will be your tragic downfall
Like that of the mighty Oedipus Rex
And instead of standing ground by yourself
The honorable thing to do
You decide to drag others into your web of mayhem and panic
Your selfish nature is nothing to admire
And pretty soon it will no longer underly, it will be revealed
Believe me when I say
I've lost almost, if not, all respect I had for you
I really should've took notice the first time
You never had real respect for me
I just made your life easier
You used me...you want to continue using me
That's the reason isn't it
Yeah thought so
Sure your mouth'll say no
But your soul can't lie
So now you've turned into the same that we used to comment on
Only, it suits you better
No respect for me = no respect for you
Giddy when you get your way
Your innocence makes people desire to inquire more
The way you giggle at everything makes everyone think
You're just a safe face, no issues
But then you start shifting
The animosity, not directed towards others
But directed towards me
Others' reasons have underlying good
Your reason...underlying selfishness
Your selfishness will be your tragic downfall
Like that of the mighty Oedipus Rex
And instead of standing ground by yourself
The honorable thing to do
You decide to drag others into your web of mayhem and panic
Your selfish nature is nothing to admire
And pretty soon it will no longer underly, it will be revealed
Believe me when I say
I've lost almost, if not, all respect I had for you
I really should've took notice the first time
You never had real respect for me
I just made your life easier
You used me...you want to continue using me
That's the reason isn't it
Yeah thought so
Sure your mouth'll say no
But your soul can't lie
So now you've turned into the same that we used to comment on
Only, it suits you better
No respect for me = no respect for you
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
As We Go On......
High School for Law and Public Service Class of '09 we did it man. Four years went by already like that. The last day didn't feel like a last day at all. But the time has passed, we are no longer Trojans, no longer Student Government, no longer the students that go to G-Dubz.
As we go to our respective roles in the future I just want to tell each and every one of you, good luck, God Bless you, I'll miss you and we've been through too much to stop carin now. Now we're in the real world. Now's the moment where all our teachers we're lecturing us about. The training wheels are off. We are all into the real world.
I shared laughs with you all. I shared tears with some of you. Man, we were on our grind. People who no one actually believed would be in a cap and gown on this day, were strollin right across that stage proud and accomplished.
We shared hard times, we shared fun times. To the people who were with me since day one: Angelina, Abuathar, Yahaira, Johnny, Rosemary, Jaravis, Jeanette, Joshua, and others as well as the people I met down the line of our days: Steven Disla, Steven Diaz, Flava, Yoceloff, Rossyovi, Carlisa, Willington and many others...Congratulations!!! We fuckin did it!!! We are HSLPS Graduates, free of everything we dreaded these past four years but free of the wonderful times of the hallways. I'll miss you guys from the bottom of my heart.
As we go to our respective roles in the future I just want to tell each and every one of you, good luck, God Bless you, I'll miss you and we've been through too much to stop carin now. Now we're in the real world. Now's the moment where all our teachers we're lecturing us about. The training wheels are off. We are all into the real world.
I shared laughs with you all. I shared tears with some of you. Man, we were on our grind. People who no one actually believed would be in a cap and gown on this day, were strollin right across that stage proud and accomplished.
We shared hard times, we shared fun times. To the people who were with me since day one: Angelina, Abuathar, Yahaira, Johnny, Rosemary, Jaravis, Jeanette, Joshua, and others as well as the people I met down the line of our days: Steven Disla, Steven Diaz, Flava, Yoceloff, Rossyovi, Carlisa, Willington and many others...Congratulations!!! We fuckin did it!!! We are HSLPS Graduates, free of everything we dreaded these past four years but free of the wonderful times of the hallways. I'll miss you guys from the bottom of my heart.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Warning to the Incoming Class of HS Seniors
I know, it sounds like I'm warning you of some World War that's about to pop off. But no, it's not that serious...well externally anyway. I'll delve more into that later. I'm warning the incoming class about their senior year.
I dunno who the hell started the mindset of senior year will be a breeze. Whoever did, needs to be shot in their motherfuckin face. Senior year isn't a cup of tea, and with the mindset that most juniors (I'd say 97% unofficially) have coming into senior year, they end up making their last year harder than it has to be.
Don't be me. Don't be the dumbass that think shit'll just come easy and then you'll graduate straight after. There is a busload of crap you need to do in order to get into the college of your desire.
Now remember the thing I said I'll get back to in the intro of this post, well here it is. My AP English teacher, Ms. Serelis, couldnt've put had it any more precise when she told our class, "During your senior year, I dunno what happens but the gods just rain down on you with a mountainload of shit." However I understand that if I hear it from someone other than an adult that you you would say "...yeah yeah, whatever...this dude don't know probably only talkin' bout himself." Trust me, I did the same shit you're probably doing now but what I'm saying is as close to the future as you'll ever experience.
The ideal would-be senior wants to do the to make their workload look like a blessing in the eyes of the college admissions office:
1) Have some AP classes.
2) Be in some afterschool activities like yearbook committee or student government
3) Get it some last minute public service hours
4) Join a sports team
5) Get a job if not already employed
Truth is, this is the year that your life outside of school matters, not time for you to pull off a last minute miracle. And this is why people try to do the five things I mentioned earlier. But the problem is that they try to do ALL the damn things I mentioned. For real now, lets be serious. Your asking to commit by overloading your damn schedule like that. DON'T FUCKING DO IT.
Not trying to scare you, but there's one last thing. YES, THERE WILL BE STRESS!!! I can't deny it. I'm the most --ok well not that much-- cheerful or at least happy person you ever met. But even I can't escape the wrath of stress. I can't really help you with that one, to be honest. Just find your own personal way to deal with it. Don't feel like your the only one feeling the stress, we've all been there. I don't care if *God forbid* someone close to you dies, or you have three papers due in two hours (which if you are then DO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING WORK) and the pressure is getting to you. There is nothing even remotely close to Senior stress. NOTHING. I mean if you cou...NAH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL! So you can't possibly have an idea to handle senior stress than to hear the experiences of those before you. I can honestly say I've never had thoughts of suicide until January of my senior year (2009). Not to scare you or anything, just keepin it real.
I'll put it like this. Like I kinda mentioned earlier, your senior year will be as hard as you make it. Just do your shit...point blank. Don't wait till last minute for anything; and I mean ANYTHING DAMMIT! Only take the AP classes or extracuricculars that'll be interesting for you and, finally even though there's mad crazy hectic deadlines to meet, forget everything sometimes and try to enjoy being the oldest students in the school because in a way, you do hold weight. Any graduates or college level or higher individuals, if I forgot something, please don't hesitate... Seniors, I warned you.
I dunno who the hell started the mindset of senior year will be a breeze. Whoever did, needs to be shot in their motherfuckin face. Senior year isn't a cup of tea, and with the mindset that most juniors (I'd say 97% unofficially) have coming into senior year, they end up making their last year harder than it has to be.
Don't be me. Don't be the dumbass that think shit'll just come easy and then you'll graduate straight after. There is a busload of crap you need to do in order to get into the college of your desire.
Now remember the thing I said I'll get back to in the intro of this post, well here it is. My AP English teacher, Ms. Serelis, couldnt've put had it any more precise when she told our class, "During your senior year, I dunno what happens but the gods just rain down on you with a mountainload of shit." However I understand that if I hear it from someone other than an adult that you you would say "...yeah yeah, whatever...this dude don't know probably only talkin' bout himself." Trust me, I did the same shit you're probably doing now but what I'm saying is as close to the future as you'll ever experience.
The ideal would-be senior wants to do the to make their workload look like a blessing in the eyes of the college admissions office:
1) Have some AP classes.
2) Be in some afterschool activities like yearbook committee or student government
3) Get it some last minute public service hours
4) Join a sports team
5) Get a job if not already employed
Truth is, this is the year that your life outside of school matters, not time for you to pull off a last minute miracle. And this is why people try to do the five things I mentioned earlier. But the problem is that they try to do ALL the damn things I mentioned. For real now, lets be serious. Your asking to commit by overloading your damn schedule like that. DON'T FUCKING DO IT.
Not trying to scare you, but there's one last thing. YES, THERE WILL BE STRESS!!! I can't deny it. I'm the most --ok well not that much-- cheerful or at least happy person you ever met. But even I can't escape the wrath of stress. I can't really help you with that one, to be honest. Just find your own personal way to deal with it. Don't feel like your the only one feeling the stress, we've all been there. I don't care if *God forbid* someone close to you dies, or you have three papers due in two hours (which if you are then DO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING WORK) and the pressure is getting to you. There is nothing even remotely close to Senior stress. NOTHING. I mean if you cou...NAH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL! So you can't possibly have an idea to handle senior stress than to hear the experiences of those before you. I can honestly say I've never had thoughts of suicide until January of my senior year (2009). Not to scare you or anything, just keepin it real.
I'll put it like this. Like I kinda mentioned earlier, your senior year will be as hard as you make it. Just do your shit...point blank. Don't wait till last minute for anything; and I mean ANYTHING DAMMIT! Only take the AP classes or extracuricculars that'll be interesting for you and, finally even though there's mad crazy hectic deadlines to meet, forget everything sometimes and try to enjoy being the oldest students in the school because in a way, you do hold weight. Any graduates or college level or higher individuals, if I forgot something, please don't hesitate... Seniors, I warned you.
My Shadow Has Taken a 3D Shape
Don't you hate it when someone is on you 24/7 and doesn't even allow you the chance to breathe? They try to subtly include themselves into the picture but it's so blatant that its annoying. Chances are I've just awakened the minds of about a quarter of my readers. Yup this is a short but to the point addition to my No One's Safe category.
Now I have a shadow, for lack of a better term. My shadow probably doesn't even realize he's being my fucking shadow. And its highly annoying at some points. Literally attempts to do everything I do. At points I can't even visit my own godbrother, because he alays finds a way to have to tag along.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that he's a bad friend or don't think I'm fucked up for this. All I'm saying is that if you call me more times in one day than my girlfriend there's a serious issue at hand. I can honestly say this dude deadass ran up all 600 of my minutes at one point. What's fucked up is that the boy is a magnet for drama in any circumstances. Now my mindset is avoid any drama whatsoever. I can't do that with this kid because he attracts drama like a dog to a fucking tree. Like seriously I can't win.
Honestly I just need a breath of fresh air.
Now I have a shadow, for lack of a better term. My shadow probably doesn't even realize he's being my fucking shadow. And its highly annoying at some points. Literally attempts to do everything I do. At points I can't even visit my own godbrother, because he alays finds a way to have to tag along.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that he's a bad friend or don't think I'm fucked up for this. All I'm saying is that if you call me more times in one day than my girlfriend there's a serious issue at hand. I can honestly say this dude deadass ran up all 600 of my minutes at one point. What's fucked up is that the boy is a magnet for drama in any circumstances. Now my mindset is avoid any drama whatsoever. I can't do that with this kid because he attracts drama like a dog to a fucking tree. Like seriously I can't win.
Honestly I just need a breath of fresh air.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's Real Lonely at the Top
No one likes the "king". The king is already hated on as is. Don't make matters worse by giving people a reason to attack you.
I have an example of a typical king of the mountain. For "secrecy purposes" let's call her Alpha. If you know me, then it shouldn't be too hard to take a stab at who this mysterious "Alpha" is. Now all this time, I've been letting Alpha slide by but, I'm tired of thinking about the well-being of others...This is Alpha's story.
For starters, Alpha's been on a self-induced power trip for too long now. Alpha is a member of my school's National Junior Honor Society, member of the Yearbook commitee, member of the Prom Commitee, and most importantly Class President of 2009. Notice how of each of those titles except the last one I say member and that's exactly what I mean. Alpha's only a member of all these commitees and yet she must be, well, an Alpha. I find it amusing how, when she was only a candidate of the Honor society, she thought she had more power than the damn president...really, now??
Simply a member of the Yearbook Committee, she ends up controlling that too. I mean its one thing to say let me take an initiave because that's just my nature, however, Alpha decides to bust out a fucking hostile takeover of every team or group she enters. Rumors even spread that the yearbook is filled with pictures of her and her friends or clique even. I dunno, I guess we'll see when the year book comes out. I wouldn't be surprised though. After all, she was the one taking pictures for the yearbook, when she wasn't in them herself that is. I'm just relaying facts not embellishing them.
The prom committee is another of her unfortunate takeovers. This is more of my element as I am school treasurer. But as usual, loudmouth takes over everything. Now the prom has a specific budget we need to abide by. Now she implements the majority rules voting system. The majority rules voting system quickly turns into if Alpha doesn't get her way, then it's not a good idea ...period. My ideas may sound a little goofy or funny, like for example, a pair of bobbleheads with pictures of your face on prom night on them. Who wouldn't want a bobblehead of themselves, cool isn't it. But no, we instantly change to Alpha's decision of a fuckin little lameass keychain that no boy would keep on their keys for at least a year. And the budget? Forget about it. With all her wants and her decision to buy everything from the same company only in the interest of not paying shipping, we went overboard about $200. But no one wants to upset Alpha, she's school president. Sounds like a real bitch now doesn't she?
Speaking of which, no one really knows how Alpha became president. She says it wasn't a popularity contest but that's complete bullshit. Only two specific groups in our school could've possibly voted for her, the main clique in school, and the
ESL kids. Everyone else voted for the five other candidates. And the main people that voted for her and helped her campaign, she goes ahead and turns on them, almost shunning them out entirely. So how does she resolve conflicts? By making more enemies, geeeeenius. Then in her tyrranic reign she has some fuckin nerve to go ahead and blame the fuckin Student Government--excluding herself of course--for everything that goes wrong with the senior class making us look like imbessiles. Saying we don't do shit and blah blah blah. Mind you these are her fucking ideas that she carries out, ugh. Truth be told the vice president "Abu" should be the real president, but I guess that's what popularity gets you.
So is there a moral to this tale? Yes actually. The moral being, don't be a leader in everything, and don't step on everyone to get to power, because truth be told, it gets real lonely at the top. And there's no one to protect you when someone goes for your crown.
I have an example of a typical king of the mountain. For "secrecy purposes" let's call her Alpha. If you know me, then it shouldn't be too hard to take a stab at who this mysterious "Alpha" is. Now all this time, I've been letting Alpha slide by but, I'm tired of thinking about the well-being of others...This is Alpha's story.
For starters, Alpha's been on a self-induced power trip for too long now. Alpha is a member of my school's National Junior Honor Society, member of the Yearbook commitee, member of the Prom Commitee, and most importantly Class President of 2009. Notice how of each of those titles except the last one I say member and that's exactly what I mean. Alpha's only a member of all these commitees and yet she must be, well, an Alpha. I find it amusing how, when she was only a candidate of the Honor society, she thought she had more power than the damn president...really, now??
Simply a member of the Yearbook Committee, she ends up controlling that too. I mean its one thing to say let me take an initiave because that's just my nature, however, Alpha decides to bust out a fucking hostile takeover of every team or group she enters. Rumors even spread that the yearbook is filled with pictures of her and her friends or clique even. I dunno, I guess we'll see when the year book comes out. I wouldn't be surprised though. After all, she was the one taking pictures for the yearbook, when she wasn't in them herself that is. I'm just relaying facts not embellishing them.
The prom committee is another of her unfortunate takeovers. This is more of my element as I am school treasurer. But as usual, loudmouth takes over everything. Now the prom has a specific budget we need to abide by. Now she implements the majority rules voting system. The majority rules voting system quickly turns into if Alpha doesn't get her way, then it's not a good idea ...period. My ideas may sound a little goofy or funny, like for example, a pair of bobbleheads with pictures of your face on prom night on them. Who wouldn't want a bobblehead of themselves, cool isn't it. But no, we instantly change to Alpha's decision of a fuckin little lameass keychain that no boy would keep on their keys for at least a year. And the budget? Forget about it. With all her wants and her decision to buy everything from the same company only in the interest of not paying shipping, we went overboard about $200. But no one wants to upset Alpha, she's school president. Sounds like a real bitch now doesn't she?
Speaking of which, no one really knows how Alpha became president. She says it wasn't a popularity contest but that's complete bullshit. Only two specific groups in our school could've possibly voted for her, the main clique in school, and the
ESL kids. Everyone else voted for the five other candidates. And the main people that voted for her and helped her campaign, she goes ahead and turns on them, almost shunning them out entirely. So how does she resolve conflicts? By making more enemies, geeeeenius. Then in her tyrranic reign she has some fuckin nerve to go ahead and blame the fuckin Student Government--excluding herself of course--for everything that goes wrong with the senior class making us look like imbessiles. Saying we don't do shit and blah blah blah. Mind you these are her fucking ideas that she carries out, ugh. Truth be told the vice president "Abu" should be the real president, but I guess that's what popularity gets you.
So is there a moral to this tale? Yes actually. The moral being, don't be a leader in everything, and don't step on everyone to get to power, because truth be told, it gets real lonely at the top. And there's no one to protect you when someone goes for your crown.
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