Monday, December 31, 2007

Goodbye 2007

2007. A year filled with joy and in varying degrees pain, suffering, fucked up and so much more. Well, in 9 hours and 38 minutes 2007 will be the past. THE PAST. *Pumps fist* I am certain that I have had my ups and downs in 2007, however, I cannot, for some reason, think of many as of this minute. Then, again, it would be pretty personal as I'm sure most of your ups and downs are personal. Oh well.
Also, not that anyone gives a rat's ass (me neither) but this is the most blog posts I have posted in a month - 9 in December. Another cheer! *but I only hear the sound of crickets chirping - oh wait are those golf claps?*

Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Last March

I thought I would post this lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. I found this written in my agenda from last year, while I looked for my lost lyrics/poems. I made some adjustments, nothing big.

With all these diseases;
Infecting
All our minds with all these lies,
Obliged to do
What you wouldn't normally do,
Indulge, creativeness,
All is gone just as bliss,
Everyone feels discrete,
And the importance to keep this underground.

Keeping secret; to yourselves,
Destroying yourselves and the world around; everyone.

Fill the blank with your name, sign,
But when your names taken away,
How do you feel?
What does your mind tell you to feel?
All the blood rushing to your head,
All your veins starting to expand; explode,
During the war, stripped to pieces,
Honor what?!
Fill the blank, when your names taken away,
Spit, chew, true to say 'what is in your head?'
All the honor turning to dust; fade!
Spit the truth, yell, take it back,
Everything that was taken from you,
Push to the limit, words hurt,
But it's no time to yell words,
Fill the blank, when your names taken away.

Continue to put yourself out,
And you'll remain unknown, forgotten,
Words will deceive, people will betray,
Another day filled with blood and death,
Another cause, a heart attack, a broken dream,
Casualties,
Live and die, with the cross
Engraved on their chests.

Names printed, symbols,
Buried with their national flag,
A cold day, a cold view on everything,
Here lies the one you loved and followed,
Why do the good die young and the bad live longer?
How is there good without any evil?
How is there evil without any good?

Keep everything to yourself,
And you will bring the entire world to an end.

Innocents losing lives
Because they have been raised
To question the truth,
And all your worries
Embellished and buried,
Everything strikes at the same time,
Power to the people,
Find it in your soul,
Honor's not what you think it used to be,
You'll always need more,
Always want more.

Residents, obliterated,
Monuments, shot and destroyed,
Curse because you hate it,
Hurting some more,
Concerning us all,
Hatred and love,
Symmetry; a sentimental eclipse,
Within the eye of the sun, their ruler,
Helen, only a figment of our imagination.

A marking, a ruler,
A lie, a traitor,
Betray us in the end,
A nail on the coffin,
Hammer it down,
Striking it again and again and again
Until the pain is rusted,
Until the lies are buried,
Along with your mistakes.

Your decisions, our suffering,
Your words, our curse,
Everything you do, killing us in the end,
Incidents, accidents,
Covering your tracks,
Your sacrifice? This is honor?
Who's honor?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Books to complete

These are the books I will complete by next summer (not including the 6 books for this semester's English):
1. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad (p.95 of 280)
2. Kingdom Come by J.G. Ballard
3. The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoyevski
4. We the living by Ayn Rand
5. The Shinning by Stephen King
6. Catch-22 Joseph Heller
7. The Bourne Supremecy by Robert Ludlum
8. Moonraker by Ian Fleming
9. Live or Let Die by Ian Fleming

And I guess so many more..............

Dang Da Dang Diggy Diggy Dang Da Dang

Da sound of Buck 65s hit song, "Dang." Sweet song if I may say so. Why am I writing about Buck 65? Don't know, maybe because I got his new album this christmas (or should I say, his latest album). A great album with a shit load of edgy-in-your-face-beats and quick back-and-forth rap. Some notable songs from the album, situation, that I should mention are: 1957, Dang, Shutter buggin', Ho-boys (yes, you got that right HO-boys), Rebel, Benz, way back when, cop shades, lipstick, heatwave, mr. nobody. Oh well, I got nothing to add right now....wow, what a waste, posting about 6 lines.....

Saturday, December 22, 2007

LOOK OUT MAN: "I am Legend review"

Friday night. A Night filled with terror and comedy just like any other night. But NO, this was a different night. How? I don't know, it just was. From the Mayans to the Britain to the Europeans to todays civilization, we have changed. Nonetheless, last night, friday night, was different. I went to see "I am Legend;" the title still baffles me, damn English. Then again, it may just be me and those ten bottles of beer. It is pretty lame and exquisite when you see the world through a drunken state of mind (oh?). I guess you, whoever you are, are waiting for me to lay down the smackdown on your candiass'.
The Review: I will be brief without spoiling anyone's fancy. The movie, overall, was well done. However, don't get this confused with an oscar winning prize or something. I do not think it will win movie of the year or best director, but Will Smith may have a shot at grabbing an oscar for best actor, that is if he is nominated. There were certain scenes that were sad, hence the whole plot of the movie. These certain scenes will not be elaborated without shedding some spoilers. However, I will say that these scenes may leave you with tears depending on how sensitive you are. Anyways, I would have liked to see a better or longer explanation of the beginning, before the virus, and after the virus took place. Don't get me wrong, the movie does dwell on these facts, but I felt that there was something missing on their execution. The end of the movie can leave some viewers dissatisfied, but viewers should not judge the entire movie on how it ends; they should judge the movie on how it develops. The movie starts with an explanation of what is going on, in other words, what caused this virus. It starts at a slow pace with little dialogue and more motion and actions. However, there are certain indications of something wrong in the world at the beginning; we see Will Smith and his dog, Sam, who are the only survivors in the outskirts of New York City; as Will Smith arrives to his home he sprays some kind of chemical on his staircase, and as night arrives, Smith's character shuts all windows with a metallic door. At this point you already know something is wrong. However, the most intensive scene arguably, is when Smith chases his dog, Sam, into a dark warehouse. There is a smooth transition of safe, alone, determination and somewhat happiness to 'there is something wrong,' dangerous, scary and ominous; this is brilliantly emphasized in Will Smith's face postures and his low and clammy voice. Overall, this movie is 4/5.
I arrived at my cousins house that night to impersonations of Elvis Pressley, Arnold Scwarzenegger and Christopher Walkin. For at least a good ten minutes I was laughing at my cousin's impersonation of Jack White as Elvis Pressley in the new movie, Dewie Cox. 'Loooooook OUT maaan," and that priceless reaction from Dewie Cox!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Two for Two

As I stated previously, I finished school last Friday but I had to hand in a "bloody" essay (screw you :D I WILL write Bloody, a'ight?). Tuesday rolls along and I'm doing nothing. Wednesday comes and I find myself at work for eight hours earning a measly 8.50 an hour. As much as that can sound like a pain in the ass, work is fun - at least where I work it is. We are a bunch of, approximately, 9 guys talking about 'guy' stuff while we work; some make orders of tools, equipment that is then shipped to other companies throughout America, while others fill up the beams or check what we have received and later place it in the beams. A bunch of hefty workload passed around. So, as I claimed just minutes ago, work is fun. Guy stuff, yes, guy stuff, must I mention what? I do not think I have to. It is not just 'guy stuff,' we talk about sports (very little), our work (hardly ever), other employees (most of the time....in girl terms; gossip), books (well.....never), magazines (yeah freakin' right), prostitutes (those who tour the outline of the building........it's a joke people, lighten up for Christ's sake), sandwiches (you know us Italians....well I must confess, there is only two Italians), provolone (haha), smoked-meat (yum yum), Rims (roll up that freakin' rim to win), pinatas (sorry for excluding the hyphen on the N), music (oh, tons of it. About 3 guys discuss music, that's how hip-hop, gangster and the whole she-bang we are), and a bunch of other non-sense-whack-ironic-hip-hop-stupid-disgusting-bizarre-funkadelic-shit we talk about during the day. Nonetheless, it is fun cursing in Italian while the other employees think you are singing some weird song....I tell yeah.
*spelling is very awkward but sing this by how it is spelt...of course with an Italian accent*
"Stu Cazzo de merde, questo rimbambido, un disgratiato e puzzo como la merde"

Wow, that really sounds horrible. Jeez, I'm no Italian pro speller, a'ight?

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The lost Song

Here we go, this foolish song.




Is this the end for us?
What have we set in motion?
It's the usual;
"Whathave you done for me lately?"
We wish it would go away,
All the troubles, hatred and loss,
But everything's rough; going all too fast,
We're going quickly,
Our time is coming to an end,
So gather all your flowers,
All of your sympathies and sorrows.

Let out true colors shine,
Let me hold your hand,
As we take our final steps,
Everything is clear to me,
But we are the leaves falling from the trees.

Take a stroll through memory lane,
Oh, I've been wonderin' where I've been,
To many knots to untie this scene,
Let love rule, but let me go,
Take me along, leave me here,
Don't drag me around,
But I don't want to be here alone.

The fire starts to erupt
In her eyes as the clouds begin to darken,
The hundred sparks;
As we try to light this match on fire,
Let our love spark like it used too,
Every cure, every disease, every moment of clarity,
Let me see what we've done.

A useless song,
A useless prayer,
A useless moment through our eyes,
A useless fight that no one needs,
Who we are; this useless disease.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Season 7.......is complete

Yeah, so "What did you do today Claudio?" Well, let me see. I woke up at 9 in the morning, brushed my teeth, took care of the dog and other meaningless things. Oh! and I finished watching the X-Files season 7. Though, I do not have any intentions on starting season 8 this week. However, I must admit that I am fucking anticipating the next season. So I swore!? Geez, we are adults. *Begins to wonder if elves or two year old children read his blogs* No? So, back to the basics. Season 7 is complete, now I've got nothing to do but play some ball-hockey....in the house WOOOO!!! Windows, doors, chairs, railings, here I come!
Don't you just hate when you want to write, but you have absolutely nothing to contribute? You wouldn't know, or else you would be trying to write instead of reading someone else's ideas. Not that I have any at this moment.
Christmas is around the corner. I cannot believe that the year has gone by this quick. A day to celebrate Jesus' birth or a day to receive a shit-load of gifts, many which will be useless and never used. You know what? I think it is time for me to write a poem......

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Essayin' and some other Random shit

Exams are done, classes are over, and yet I still have to go to school monday to hand in a "bloody" essay. Indeed, the term "bloody" is relevant to the essay and to this random blog discussion. The second you think something is over, BAM it hits you in the ass (take that however you like, misinterpret it; sexually, disgusting, whatever makes you sleep at night). Now, back to this english essay, which must be at least 1000 words long about "sexual" desires in two plays, notably 'Othello' and 'Measure for Measure.' For God's sake, the essay IS on Sexual Desire, Jesus! Let's take a look at the length of the paper, 1000 words. SOme of you (probably no one, because no one is reading this blog, therefore, I can say whatever I like without offending someone; shit, ass, cock, balls....*Get back to the point Claudio!*) believe that 1000 words is like writing a 100 page novel with a font size of 10 on a 8' by 12' sheet (It's a joke ok!). Let me assure you that I have written 1000 words in my sleep. The problem is not the word count, hell no, the problem lies on the beginning of the essay. In other words, for you clueless people out there, the problem is to start the essay because it takes time to get into the topic (essay as a whole). Now, why in God's name am I wasting a blog entry on 'writing an essay?'
So this guy walks into a bar....*Ouch!* Ok, so that was not funny at all. Sorry I'm trying to amuse you (yes, I'm a clown, who ammuses people for my own sanity). Obviously, that did not work.
For the sake of closing this topic, about 'writing an essay,' once I hand in that "bloody" and, probably, filthy essay I will be yelling at the top of my lungs "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Then I will realise that I only have 5 or six weeks until my live becomes hell all over again.
On a positive note, - well maybe positive for some other people - I will not listen to Rage Against the MAchine this weekend, nor will I meantion RAge against the machine this weekend. This is the last time I will say Rage Against the Machine this weekend. No more Rage this weekend....No more...Ok, that is it, this is the last freaking time I say, spell, write Rage Against the Machine! Period. Damnit!