How did I end my month? Well I woke up half asleep - what else is new? I went to class, learned a couple of things. Though I almost fell asleep in Money and Banking class. Gym, which we did nothing by muscle/flexibility and so on tests. Boring! That was followed by hanging out with a friend by having coffee and discussing Daniel Craig, Clive Owen, Kiefer Sutherland, Christian Bale and so many more actors, including British ones. Well, since we were close by Future shop, we figured, 'what the hell, let's go look for a film.' Long day short; came home watched the Boston Bruins beat Ottawa 4-1 *Happy face* now typing on this damn blog for unknown reasons. Though I guess I just wrote them down.......oh, Fuck!
Tomorrow; planning on looking for an internation film, maybe 'Open your eyes." Fuck! Look what you made me do..... thank you 'The Motorcycle Diaries!!!!" Damn. Fool. Damn. Woooot?
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey
Similar to Ann Veronica, I will write down how many pages I have read for the day. Why? I do not know. Perhaps it acts as a sort of motivation to finish the book, or something like that. Maybe it is nothing. Maybe. Whatever the case may be, I will try it once again.
January 29: 16-73
January 30: 73-104
January 31: 104-122
After that I will be reading a shit load of articles based on "Che," Bolivian War, Batista (Dictorship of Cuba, 1920s-1956 I believe), a little on Fidel Castro and "Guerilla Warfar," another book by Che.
January 29: 16-73
January 30: 73-104
January 31: 104-122
After that I will be reading a shit load of articles based on "Che," Bolivian War, Batista (Dictorship of Cuba, 1920s-1956 I believe), a little on Fidel Castro and "Guerilla Warfar," another book by Che.
Layer Cake and the shit load of homework
What did I do today? Umm. U.S. History class, not too shabby. Quite interesting actually. That was followed by War and Revolution class; we spent the entire class talking about the Vietnam War - Damn Americans!. Nonetheless, very interesting even though the teacher is young and such a slow talker. I got home around 1pm. Ate. Soup. I turned the dvd player on and watched "Layer Cake" for the second time in five days (Thank you Selina!!!). Yeah, she recommended the movie to me. What an awesome film. Awesome. I like Daniel Craig, but now I like him more because of the movie. Oh fuck-off! I don't love him or want to make love to him in any way, for crying out loud! Just incase some dirty-minded fool was thinking so as she or he read this. Oh, we all are, huh? Anyways.
It is quite a twisted, back-and-forth british flick. In other words, a gangster movie. Here is a brief summary of the movie; a drug dealer (Daniel Craig) who goes by the name XXXX [Yes, I thought of that too.] is determined to retire and live a wealthy life. However, his boss asks XXXX to do him one last favor: sell one million hits of Ecstasy. There is a catch to all this. The Ecstasy were stolen from another drug lord, who will cut off the head of whoever plans to sell them. The plot seems a little wacky and thick because it is whacky and thick. I really did enjoy certain scenes in the movie, notably the coffee scene (not because I love coffee!). In this scene, Morty, who works along side XXXX, is confronted by an old pal named Freddie. This old pal is a dirty, penny-less man, who seems to know Morty quite well. The story between these two men go way back, which is later revealed in the movie. However, I will not dwell upon how they knew each other - it is up to you to find out. Nonetheless, Morty swings a bottle (not sure if it were beer or whatnot) across Freddie's head, knocking the dirty fellow to the ground. Throughout this scene, Morty is beating the living daylights (whoa!) out of Freddie. What caught my attention was how they filmed the scene. Freddie's body was not revealed throughout his beatings. In fact the audience became Freddie's eyes; shaken and stirred. Anyways. Yeah. I'm no film expert, so I would not know what they call these scenes.
A list of what I have to do this week and weekend;
Wenesday:
Read The Motorcycle Diaries and take some notes on it.
Thursday:
Work on Che lecture/Oral (information)
Complete French Interview (type up)
Additional homework
Friday:
English/French homework
Che Project/Oral
Get book on Batista (dictorship of Cuba prior to 1956)
Saturday:
More Che reading
Outline of Che Project/Oral
Continue work
U.S. History reading assignment (3 questions + 20 pages of reading)
Sunday:
Homework that was not complete
Football Game (GO PATS GO!)
It is quite a twisted, back-and-forth british flick. In other words, a gangster movie. Here is a brief summary of the movie; a drug dealer (Daniel Craig) who goes by the name XXXX [Yes, I thought of that too.] is determined to retire and live a wealthy life. However, his boss asks XXXX to do him one last favor: sell one million hits of Ecstasy. There is a catch to all this. The Ecstasy were stolen from another drug lord, who will cut off the head of whoever plans to sell them. The plot seems a little wacky and thick because it is whacky and thick. I really did enjoy certain scenes in the movie, notably the coffee scene (not because I love coffee!). In this scene, Morty, who works along side XXXX, is confronted by an old pal named Freddie. This old pal is a dirty, penny-less man, who seems to know Morty quite well. The story between these two men go way back, which is later revealed in the movie. However, I will not dwell upon how they knew each other - it is up to you to find out. Nonetheless, Morty swings a bottle (not sure if it were beer or whatnot) across Freddie's head, knocking the dirty fellow to the ground. Throughout this scene, Morty is beating the living daylights (whoa!) out of Freddie. What caught my attention was how they filmed the scene. Freddie's body was not revealed throughout his beatings. In fact the audience became Freddie's eyes; shaken and stirred. Anyways. Yeah. I'm no film expert, so I would not know what they call these scenes.
A list of what I have to do this week and weekend;
Wenesday:
Read The Motorcycle Diaries and take some notes on it.
Thursday:
Work on Che lecture/Oral (information)
Complete French Interview (type up)
Additional homework
Friday:
English/French homework
Che Project/Oral
Get book on Batista (dictorship of Cuba prior to 1956)
Saturday:
More Che reading
Outline of Che Project/Oral
Continue work
U.S. History reading assignment (3 questions + 20 pages of reading)
Sunday:
Homework that was not complete
Football Game (GO PATS GO!)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Don't you hate Metro and Bus rides? I know I do.
I know I do. Yes, indeed. Especially when you sit near smelly mofo's. Damn right. I mean, it's not like I encourage them to sit near me or anything; why would I? why would anyone? I understand if you came from an intensive physical activity. However, it is a little chilly out there, not to chilly mind you, so you can stay outside for a little while. You know, it is called walking. You do not have to walk home or walk towards a particular object, store, woman or car. Just walk around, cool off. You know?
Today, as I took the bus home, I was unfortunate to sit next to a man who smelled like rotten cookies blended with urine. I know. That is one unpleasant smell. It was not my choice to sit next to him. I sat down leaving an empty seat beside me, and a few seconds later comes a slightly overweight man who looks like my former politics teacher, Tony Schwartz. It was bad enough that the guy smelled, it is even worse that he looked like my former politics teacher. Jesus! Mary! Joseph! God! Almighty! Lord!! Fuck, I need a shower! AHHH! Mofo. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. God. Thank God I did not sit next to him for too long. Jesus, what an Irish Car Bomb!
Tomorrow; Ipod + Music + War/Revolution Class + U.S History = Awesome fucking day (At least it BETTER be!). What a hell of a weekend lurking near by :(
Today, as I took the bus home, I was unfortunate to sit next to a man who smelled like rotten cookies blended with urine. I know. That is one unpleasant smell. It was not my choice to sit next to him. I sat down leaving an empty seat beside me, and a few seconds later comes a slightly overweight man who looks like my former politics teacher, Tony Schwartz. It was bad enough that the guy smelled, it is even worse that he looked like my former politics teacher. Jesus! Mary! Joseph! God! Almighty! Lord!! Fuck, I need a shower! AHHH! Mofo. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. God. Thank God I did not sit next to him for too long. Jesus, what an Irish Car Bomb!
Tomorrow; Ipod + Music + War/Revolution Class + U.S History = Awesome fucking day (At least it BETTER be!). What a hell of a weekend lurking near by :(
Monday, January 28, 2008
Ann Veronica: mission succeeded
Alrighty boys and girls, guess what? Oh, cut the bullshit! So there you have it, just as it says in the title. It took me a while to get through more than I had anticipated. The beginning of the novel, say, the first forty pages was intensively boring (yes, intensively!). Though, from 40sh-120 the book hit a new level; a peak to say the least. Unfortunately, I found the novel to take a nose dive for the next 60 or so pages. A real scoop. The novel felt like a roller-coaster; headaches here and there, some excitement and some disappointment. The novel would take another rise and fall. However, the last 40 or so pages, was quite warming and soothing. I cannot present any evidence of this without spoiling the end of the novel.
I did not find this novel a turning point in my life nor did I find it exquisite or some sort of classic. That being said, the novel did exceed my expectations. If you read my previous posts on this novel you will realize that I did not like it, actually I despised it. Though, my perception of this novel has changed.
I did not find this novel a turning point in my life nor did I find it exquisite or some sort of classic. That being said, the novel did exceed my expectations. If you read my previous posts on this novel you will realize that I did not like it, actually I despised it. Though, my perception of this novel has changed.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Eclipse
Watch this system eclipsed,
Sooner than the eye can blink,
A rebellion coming,
Mayhem taking place,
Corruption exceeding the amount of this force,
A new mission,
Still serving the same interest,
Eclipse this system,
Bring peace to the struggler;
Equality to mankind,
A new picture to paint,
A new story to tell your grand-kids.
Line them up one by one,
Protect the family,
Fight for your freedom,
You didn't ask for this,
Never wanted to see blood this way,
Just wanted justice
That should have been served,
Use what we learned; Guerilla warfare,
We never wanted this,
Just shoot to injure
And get our message across.
The time is Now,
Now,
The time is Now,
Now,
The time is Now,
Or never!
Sooner than the eye can blink,
A rebellion coming,
Mayhem taking place,
Corruption exceeding the amount of this force,
A new mission,
Still serving the same interest,
Eclipse this system,
Bring peace to the struggler;
Equality to mankind,
A new picture to paint,
A new story to tell your grand-kids.
Line them up one by one,
Protect the family,
Fight for your freedom,
You didn't ask for this,
Never wanted to see blood this way,
Just wanted justice
That should have been served,
Use what we learned; Guerilla warfare,
We never wanted this,
Just shoot to injure
And get our message across.
The time is Now,
Now,
The time is Now,
Now,
The time is Now,
Or never!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Top 10 artists
I shall list my top 10 music artists; bands and/or solo singers. It will be quite hard to make a list from 4-10....oh boy.
1. Rage Against The Machine
2. Bruce Springsteen
3. Jay-Z
4. The Strokes
5. Nirvana
6. Cypress Hill
7. Taking Back Sunday
8. New Found Glory (or as some of my friends called them, "NFG = No Fucking Good!" lol)
9. Radiohead
10. The National
The order may change, but it is more or less this way. The first three are a lock, especially number one.
1. Rage Against The Machine
2. Bruce Springsteen
3. Jay-Z
4. The Strokes
5. Nirvana
6. Cypress Hill
7. Taking Back Sunday
8. New Found Glory (or as some of my friends called them, "NFG = No Fucking Good!" lol)
9. Radiohead
10. The National
The order may change, but it is more or less this way. The first three are a lock, especially number one.
Zack De La Rocha; enough said.
Zack De La Rocha expresses his views of political matter with Rage....
Enough said.
My favorite picture of Zack :D
For those who do not know who Zack De La Rocha is shame on you. No, no, I was kidding. No need to feel horrible or believe that you are a disgrace to your peers. Zack is the singer of my favorite group, Rage Against the Machine. Those of you who know me know why I love Rage. However, for those of you who do not know me that well I shall explain it to you quite briefly. I first started listening to Rage about 1 1/2 years ago; a time when I was not sure what I thought about this world or what was waiting for me in the future. It was a time when I did not follow politics or what was happening around this world as much as I followed sports such as hockey, baseball, soccer. Sports to me was a religious thing as church is sacred to Christians. When I first listened to Rage Against the Machine (my first song was Killing in the Name) I experienced some sort of change that quickly started to brew, I guess, in me. The beat and instrumental flow of each song is one exceptional and phenomenal thing, but the power, the passion, the anger in Zack De La Rocha is something so unique that it is quite impossible to find in this world. Zack has a way to express the message of each song so exquisitely and so bold that it succeeds by influencing the listener to read up on current events or what is being talked about in the song; Zapatista's in "People of the Sun," "New Millennium Homes," etc. Zack brings this enormous sphere (i guess, can't think of a better word right now) of energy and passion throughout every single song, every single verse and every single word. Whenever I hear Zack's voice, whether it is his famous speeches in his song "Wake Up" or expressing his views through letters, songs and other such ways, I just feel like I am there with him. It may seem quite cheesy but Zack De La Rocha's voice, his passion, his anger, his beliefs, give me a great amount of courage and self-confident as if nothing can stand in my way as if there is no way that I can fail in a certain situation and so on. To make you understand, this is a guy who spend one whole year living in poor conditions with poor families in Mexico; he would struggle with them, he would help them out as much as he could and he would also entertain them by singing alone with his guitar (obviously this was all done in Spanish). Zack may be characterized as a saviour, voice and hope for many struggling people.
More to come.
Friday, January 25, 2008
I don't know why, who does?
Like the title says, sometimes I do things which I don't question until after I complete it. Here is my reading log of SIR Ann Veronica by Mister H.G. Wells.
January 1-3: Page 1-30
January 22: Page 30-50
January 23: Page 50-68
January 25: Page 68-110
January 26: Page 110-152
January 27: Page 152-202
January 28: Page 202-292
See How a Nut I am? Who you trying to get crazy with ese, Don't you know I'm Loco?* Oh, by the way I have to complete Ann Veronica (292 pages) by tuesday morning. The question is, can I read 200 pages in 3 days? Em-Beh! Who knows, I'm already going insane, insane in the brain!
*Line from "Insane in the Brain" by none other than Cypress Hill.
January 1-3: Page 1-30
January 22: Page 30-50
January 23: Page 50-68
January 25: Page 68-110
January 26: Page 110-152
January 27: Page 152-202
January 28: Page 202-292
See How a Nut I am? Who you trying to get crazy with ese, Don't you know I'm Loco?* Oh, by the way I have to complete Ann Veronica (292 pages) by tuesday morning. The question is, can I read 200 pages in 3 days? Em-Beh! Who knows, I'm already going insane, insane in the brain!
*Line from "Insane in the Brain" by none other than Cypress Hill.
Claudio's Eleven
First and foremost I would like to congratulate myself on posting more than 9 times in a month. This is pretty huge for me since I had not been consistent in the past - ever since I started this blog. I believe the most I ever posted in a month was 9 times - that month was December, I believe. Here is a toast to post number 11 of the month *drinks a bottle of Stella Artois.*
What else is there to say?
I
Like
.........
No, let me rephrase that.
I
Really
Like
Radiohead!
It is beginning to grow on me. I really enjoyed their album, which is the only album I have, OK computer, but they were never one of my top favorite bands. Though, now that I am listening to their new album, In Rainbows, I'm beginning to really, really enjoy them. In other words, Radiohead is growing on me (is that correct?). Just to mention, I know he's out there sometwhere probably getting stoned or drunk, a thanks to James, who introduced Radiohead to me. Jimmy "P-humpin' pimper.' If you have been reading my blog, or know me well enough, then you know my favorite band :D
What else is there to say?
I
Like
.........
No, let me rephrase that.
I
Really
Like
Radiohead!
It is beginning to grow on me. I really enjoyed their album, which is the only album I have, OK computer, but they were never one of my top favorite bands. Though, now that I am listening to their new album, In Rainbows, I'm beginning to really, really enjoy them. In other words, Radiohead is growing on me (is that correct?). Just to mention, I know he's out there sometwhere probably getting stoned or drunk, a thanks to James, who introduced Radiohead to me. Jimmy "P-humpin' pimper.' If you have been reading my blog, or know me well enough, then you know my favorite band :D
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Nothing. Nada. Absolute.
Here I am watching "In the Line of Fire," a Clint Eastwood film. Today, I bought a shit-load of the materials I need for my courses. A dull day with not much to do. I started reading "Ann Veronica" from where I left off two weeks ago. You remember my comments about it? How dull and boring it was, that it made me fall asleep several times. Well, so far I read an extra 30 pages, so I am at 60 something, and it does get a little better. Just a little.
Ohhhhhh Fuck, I am bored!! Damn. *Humming the beat to "How I could just kill a man" (The Rage Against the Machine version).
Ohhhhhh Fuck, I am bored!! Damn. *Humming the beat to "How I could just kill a man" (The Rage Against the Machine version).
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Hits From The Bong
na na na na.
Wow.
I just bought the album, Black Sunday, from Cypress Hill, and I totally love the song "Hits From The Bong." There is something about the beat throughout the song that I easily Bob my head to. The beat, for some odd reason, makes me feel happy and it puts a positive mood in me.
Wow.
It's like I'm getting high by hearing the song! Jesus, what a catchy tune. I'm serious, it has such a happy tune to it.
Here's the lyrics to the song, but I suggest you download it or something to understand what I mean. Again, this is something I enjoy, the beat might have zero affects on you.
"Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Let's smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?"
--HITS FROM A BONG by Cypress Hill
Wow.
I just bought the album, Black Sunday, from Cypress Hill, and I totally love the song "Hits From The Bong." There is something about the beat throughout the song that I easily Bob my head to. The beat, for some odd reason, makes me feel happy and it puts a positive mood in me.
Wow.
It's like I'm getting high by hearing the song! Jesus, what a catchy tune. I'm serious, it has such a happy tune to it.
Here's the lyrics to the song, but I suggest you download it or something to understand what I mean. Again, this is something I enjoy, the beat might have zero affects on you.
"Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Let's smoke that bowl
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
I get the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?
Hits from the bong
Can i get a....hit?"
--HITS FROM A BONG by Cypress Hill
Freestyle Poem/Lyric/Rap
OK, i'm going to try this. Freestyle poem/lyric/rap whatever you want to call it, be my guest. I will right this on the spot - nothing prepare. I guess I should put a time limit, huh? Let me think. *ponders the idea.....how much?* Alright, I will put 10 minutes on the timer, which will begin as soon as I am finished writing this very long, very weird, very fucked up and horrible english sentence, which is a run-on sentence but I don't give a rat's ass, so I will, as I previously stated, start the freestyle poem/lyric/rap whatever you want to call it as soon as I am done this fucked up, no-good piece of lard sentence, here we go!
Title: Whatever you want to call it
"Do what I tell you, not what I do,"
No, Priest, I think I'll do what I wanna do,
I'll learn from my mistakes,
Make a fool out of myself,
I'll break his bong over his head,
The punk tried to sell me weed
When I asked him for directions
To the closest strip club,
Down south, underground,
These fools think they own the game,
I am the fire,
I hold the cards,
I rose to the occasion
When some punk called out my name,
Flashed the gun in front of my face,
Told me "give me what ya got, fool,"
I smacked him upside down,
Stole his gat; he's fucked now.
Pullin' and spreadin',
Searching for answers,
I am a vigilante,
Is this the land of the free?
How free are we; you and me,
Fighting over money,
Killing over drugs,
Blood splattering for survival.
-----
Wow, so this sucked. I am very disappointed.
Title: Whatever you want to call it
"Do what I tell you, not what I do,"
No, Priest, I think I'll do what I wanna do,
I'll learn from my mistakes,
Make a fool out of myself,
I'll break his bong over his head,
The punk tried to sell me weed
When I asked him for directions
To the closest strip club,
Down south, underground,
These fools think they own the game,
I am the fire,
I hold the cards,
I rose to the occasion
When some punk called out my name,
Flashed the gun in front of my face,
Told me "give me what ya got, fool,"
I smacked him upside down,
Stole his gat; he's fucked now.
Pullin' and spreadin',
Searching for answers,
I am a vigilante,
Is this the land of the free?
How free are we; you and me,
Fighting over money,
Killing over drugs,
Blood splattering for survival.
-----
Wow, so this sucked. I am very disappointed.
Monday, January 21, 2008
First 3 classes of the year; 1,2,3 and it's just another bombtrack
"I'm an alley cat,
Some say a dirty rat,
On my side is my gat
See I'm all of that."
--'Hand on the Pump' by Cypress Hill
And that is how my day started. Music and metro ride, what can be a better combination? Well I can think of a million, but that is a story for another day. So, the hell ride began at 6:30 this morning; got up half asleep with a toothbrush in one hand and a bottle of gel in the other. Yeah, I was so close of squeezing the gel tube above my toothbrush, seriously. The funny thing -funny to me, of course - is that I have not used gel for a good four months because I kept cutting my hair short (yes I cut my own hair....with a razor that is). The clock strikes 6:45 and I am on my way to the car. I mean, I assume it was 6:45, for all I know it could have been 6:31. So, there I am in the car with my hands shaking (damn! I wish someone could warm those hands of mine) when I realize that I forgot my Ipod. Thank God, or else my day would have been full of dung. (HA! dung).
It took a good, oh I don't know nor should I know. All I know is I got to the metro, used my week pass to get through the jail cell and entered the actual metro or for those of you who are totally lost for words and imagination, a subway. Ear plugs; check. Full battery; check. Cypress Hill; check. Rage Against the Machine; I don't even have to take a look, check. My fingers at work until I reach "Hand on the Pump," by Cypress Hill. This song, if there is anyone out there interested (which I doubt), is one of my favorite songs by the band. By the time I got to class at 8:30, I listened to Rage and Cypress, while bobbing my head in the metro..subway. Yeah, I must have looked like stronze. Who cares?!
My first class was U.S. History. Well, it was not really a class since the teacher went over the outline of the year's class before letting us leave. Though, it did seem interesting and intensive. This semester will be a shit load of history classes. Ok, so I only have two. Still, history is what interests me the most, but at the same time it will test my passion for it. Anyways, you are probably confused already. The teacher seems pleasant and he did mention that the class will see a 70s movie such as Raging Bull, Taxi Driver or Apocalypse Now. Obviously, these movies deal with their own themes and plots, but they also illustrate America in the 70s.
Second class; War and Revolution. I have been waiting for such a class. No exams, just written assignments (essays, reports, etc). The class will occupy the Iranian Revolution, Vietnamese war, indochinese genocide and some other topic that slips my mind as of now. However, as the class began to fill up with students, I could not help but laugh at the faces I saw. (REBECCA get ready to laugh). Maurice enters the class room, a.k.a The karate kid [huge laugh]. This is the same kid that practiced karate moves in a classroom of 4 students, while emphasizing his thrusts and thick grunts. Then another student comes in by the name of Georgina; let me not get into that one! Then two other students come in, the names slips my mind (what else is new?!). To sum it all up; the "Politics" stronzes have invaded War and Revolution. Who would have thought? Milk and coffee....who would have thought, milk and coffee???
The last of back to back to back class was my least favorite; Money and Baking....i mean Banking. You see Rebecca, you are making me hungry, damn it! The teacher is of Indian decent and continuously speaks and repeats the same damn thing over and over. I understand what a BANK IS!!!! Also, he is quite hard to understand with his thick accent. His english is quite broken and his jokes are dried like those dry-figs. (Crickets). *Bows down, 'thank you.'*
That was about it. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be long and a mild pain in the ass.....a burning pain. HA! As I left the school for the metro, once again, I locked and loaded the Ipod. BAM!!! Here's another Bombtrack.
"But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the businesses that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny."
--"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine
Yes, swearing is allowed in my blog. You can swear too.
Some say a dirty rat,
On my side is my gat
See I'm all of that."
--'Hand on the Pump' by Cypress Hill
And that is how my day started. Music and metro ride, what can be a better combination? Well I can think of a million, but that is a story for another day. So, the hell ride began at 6:30 this morning; got up half asleep with a toothbrush in one hand and a bottle of gel in the other. Yeah, I was so close of squeezing the gel tube above my toothbrush, seriously. The funny thing -funny to me, of course - is that I have not used gel for a good four months because I kept cutting my hair short (yes I cut my own hair....with a razor that is). The clock strikes 6:45 and I am on my way to the car. I mean, I assume it was 6:45, for all I know it could have been 6:31. So, there I am in the car with my hands shaking (damn! I wish someone could warm those hands of mine) when I realize that I forgot my Ipod. Thank God, or else my day would have been full of dung. (HA! dung).
It took a good, oh I don't know nor should I know. All I know is I got to the metro, used my week pass to get through the jail cell and entered the actual metro or for those of you who are totally lost for words and imagination, a subway. Ear plugs; check. Full battery; check. Cypress Hill; check. Rage Against the Machine; I don't even have to take a look, check. My fingers at work until I reach "Hand on the Pump," by Cypress Hill. This song, if there is anyone out there interested (which I doubt), is one of my favorite songs by the band. By the time I got to class at 8:30, I listened to Rage and Cypress, while bobbing my head in the metro..subway. Yeah, I must have looked like stronze. Who cares?!
My first class was U.S. History. Well, it was not really a class since the teacher went over the outline of the year's class before letting us leave. Though, it did seem interesting and intensive. This semester will be a shit load of history classes. Ok, so I only have two. Still, history is what interests me the most, but at the same time it will test my passion for it. Anyways, you are probably confused already. The teacher seems pleasant and he did mention that the class will see a 70s movie such as Raging Bull, Taxi Driver or Apocalypse Now. Obviously, these movies deal with their own themes and plots, but they also illustrate America in the 70s.
Second class; War and Revolution. I have been waiting for such a class. No exams, just written assignments (essays, reports, etc). The class will occupy the Iranian Revolution, Vietnamese war, indochinese genocide and some other topic that slips my mind as of now. However, as the class began to fill up with students, I could not help but laugh at the faces I saw. (REBECCA get ready to laugh). Maurice enters the class room, a.k.a The karate kid [huge laugh]. This is the same kid that practiced karate moves in a classroom of 4 students, while emphasizing his thrusts and thick grunts. Then another student comes in by the name of Georgina; let me not get into that one! Then two other students come in, the names slips my mind (what else is new?!). To sum it all up; the "Politics" stronzes have invaded War and Revolution. Who would have thought? Milk and coffee....who would have thought, milk and coffee???
The last of back to back to back class was my least favorite; Money and Baking....i mean Banking. You see Rebecca, you are making me hungry, damn it! The teacher is of Indian decent and continuously speaks and repeats the same damn thing over and over. I understand what a BANK IS!!!! Also, he is quite hard to understand with his thick accent. His english is quite broken and his jokes are dried like those dry-figs. (Crickets). *Bows down, 'thank you.'*
That was about it. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be long and a mild pain in the ass.....a burning pain. HA! As I left the school for the metro, once again, I locked and loaded the Ipod. BAM!!! Here's another Bombtrack.
"But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the businesses that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny."
--"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine
Yes, swearing is allowed in my blog. You can swear too.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Take Action Now
All desires lost in the flames,
Burning ones heart
With the rest of the nation,
A liar; all our comrades,
The flash blinds our eyes,
Sparks begin to fly with our 'will' which never dies,
Put us to tests; drill our ears,
Another syringe in our veins,
Speak to speed this wave,
A flock to brainwash us all.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
I've had enough with the way they treat us,
Like the cattle before its slaughtered,
Some hung by their throats,
Others shot 'point-blank,'
Because they wanted a change.
I'm sick of this disease,
Spreading faster, trying to kill us all,
Their lies to change our views,
And control the way we think,
Their endless subliminal messages,
Force us to do unthinkable things,
It is time for a change.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
Burning ones heart
With the rest of the nation,
A liar; all our comrades,
The flash blinds our eyes,
Sparks begin to fly with our 'will' which never dies,
Put us to tests; drill our ears,
Another syringe in our veins,
Speak to speed this wave,
A flock to brainwash us all.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
I've had enough with the way they treat us,
Like the cattle before its slaughtered,
Some hung by their throats,
Others shot 'point-blank,'
Because they wanted a change.
I'm sick of this disease,
Spreading faster, trying to kill us all,
Their lies to change our views,
And control the way we think,
Their endless subliminal messages,
Force us to do unthinkable things,
It is time for a change.
No more lies,
Never surrender,
No more deaths,
Take action to change this world.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Away from Reality..... for a while
This upcoming monday will most likely pull me from reality. Once again I start another semester in College; this time it is my last one, hopefully. I usually have 6-7 classes per semester, but this time I will be loaded. Heavily. 8 courses, buddy. 8 Freakin' courses. Yes, french counts as a course. However, this time I am taking option courses that I do enjoy. The last 3 semesters I chose Psychology, Sociology of Law and Politics (I really love the topic, but the teacher sucked big cajones). This semester I have as option courses; War and Revolution (YES!!), Clash in Cultures; U.S. History (Alrighty!) and *gulp* Money and Banking (yuk! but i'll survive). Money and Banking was my third option of that category. I had chosen Third World Countries as my first option, Tourism as my second option and Money and Banking as my third and final option. Unfortunately, Third World Countries and Tourism conflicted with my program's schedule. As you can already tell, I would have been thrilled to have Third World Countries instead of Money and Banking.
Though, the question still ponders. What do I want to be? Journalism to teacher to historian to who knows what else. However, I have been thinking about going south of the U.S. border such as Mexico, Argentina, Colombia and so on, to teach or learn about their cultures. I am very interested in the history of these countries as well as their struggles; I.E; War and Revolution.
Though, the question still ponders. What do I want to be? Journalism to teacher to historian to who knows what else. However, I have been thinking about going south of the U.S. border such as Mexico, Argentina, Colombia and so on, to teach or learn about their cultures. I am very interested in the history of these countries as well as their struggles; I.E; War and Revolution.
Monday, January 14, 2008
What a day!
So yeah, it's sunday night and instead of being asleep at 10pm I am chatting *big smile.* I chatted for quite a while as I drank some sweet tasty amaretto coffee (thank you Rebecca for that lol). Coffee at night? Big mistake. As much as I love coffee, I should not be drinking it at night before going to work *smirk.* Well, you know where this is heading. I couldn't sleep for a while, Damn it! Actually it did me good. It allowed me to think on a few things. Anyways, the next day I wake up to some chocolate milk (God Damn Rollo chocolate at that). So, as I drank that chocolate on my way to work, my stomach immediately began to ache. Yup, freakin' ache. I start working and what do I feel like doing? What? Did you say 'you felt like throwing up, vomiting?" Yes, bingo, Yathzee, the PRICE IS RIGHT! Due to these circumstances I leave work to go home for a nice nap (yeah....right). Home. Now I got nothing to do but relax; so I relax. I have a couple of drinks (not coke or any sodas ;) ) and now, all of sudden, I start feeling better. Then, just a few hours ago, I fall down a flight of stairs (ok! 5 steps!). I scrapped part of my right hand; mind you, it was painful but it did not bother me that much. Still, it was a pain in the ass (ARM!).
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Lost (t.v series) returns
I just found out the other day that Lost, the t.v. series, returns January 31st. This will be its fourth season. I am quite certain that many of you know what the show is about, and a good chunk of you watch it. Those that follow the show either love it to death, or love it but hate the lack of answers. I, a Lost fan, fit in option two; love it but hate the lack of answers. Though, J.J. Abrams provides some superb marketing, which pulls the audience to watch the show. Meh!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Hard time reading
As I mentioned in my previous post, I have been having a hard time reading the books that are a must read for my following english class. I have no problem with reading books; I love reading books. However, I just do not enjoy the theme of the books: struggling women, women, women, women, women.......and women. Now, I have nothing against books about women, it is just that these books that talk about women's supposed struggle during the war or in the 19th century is boring me. Usually I breeze by books - 3-5 days if I really enjoy it - however, when I do not enjoy the book but have to read it for school, it takes me a long while. Argh! I hate these books. Really. I was just trying to read "Return of the soldier" by Rebecca West, a 90 page book. 90 Freaking pages. That would take me less then 3 hours to read. Much less. Way less if the book WAS INTERESTING, Jesus Christ! *Must. Pull. Through.*
Anyways. I am tired as fuck - nah, the word 'fuck' is used in this type of sentence's in rap songs. I am tired. Long day at work; heavy material to lift, emptying a container filled with loads of 70+ lbs boxes (materials). Argh. I need some sleep. My eyes are slowly flickering like the light in my room. I would not be surprised if my eyes shut as my head falls on my laptop at this moment. No Surprise at all. None. None, whatsoever. None, I said. None!
Also, I have come with a main topic for my next lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. The main team will focus on how Religion has controlled society and prevented freedom in such a way. It should and BETTER be interesting. Hopefully it will be.
Anyways. I am tired as fuck - nah, the word 'fuck' is used in this type of sentence's in rap songs. I am tired. Long day at work; heavy material to lift, emptying a container filled with loads of 70+ lbs boxes (materials). Argh. I need some sleep. My eyes are slowly flickering like the light in my room. I would not be surprised if my eyes shut as my head falls on my laptop at this moment. No Surprise at all. None. None, whatsoever. None, I said. None!
Also, I have come with a main topic for my next lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. The main team will focus on how Religion has controlled society and prevented freedom in such a way. It should and BETTER be interesting. Hopefully it will be.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
A new year, a new post
First post of the year BOO-YAA! As I am writing this post I am listening to 'Insane in the Membrane' from Cypress Hill. WOOOOOO. I usually have something to say, some main topic or something when I post, but right now I got nothing. I can rap for you, but, then again writing the words down would not be the same exquisite experience of me singing it to you. Well, you can cross that out. Umm. I did complete season 8th of the X-files, if that means anything to you. Nah, you probably don't give a shit. Meh. How can I entertain you? You have any Tequila? Tequila Bang Bang? Some Gin, 151, vodka? I guess not.
On a negative side, I have not completed a single novel for my english class, which begins in two weeks. I have 6 books to read, but I was told by my teacher that I should only focus on the first two; "Ann Veronica," and "The Return of the Soldier." I can most likely read these two books in 4-6 days if I really want to, but I cannot seem to focus on them. I read about 30 something pages of Ann Veronica and fell asleep. It was boring, what can I tell you. Then again, I did start reading it around Christmas time, I believe, a time when drinking, eating and being with the family was a priority. Umm, that bottle of vodka, shots, rhum and Coke, Jack and Coke.....ummm. Shit! Where was I? *Reads the last 3 lines* Right! So, I started reading Ann Veronica, trying to mind you. My eyes began closing....slowly.....shut.
'Till next time.
On a negative side, I have not completed a single novel for my english class, which begins in two weeks. I have 6 books to read, but I was told by my teacher that I should only focus on the first two; "Ann Veronica," and "The Return of the Soldier." I can most likely read these two books in 4-6 days if I really want to, but I cannot seem to focus on them. I read about 30 something pages of Ann Veronica and fell asleep. It was boring, what can I tell you. Then again, I did start reading it around Christmas time, I believe, a time when drinking, eating and being with the family was a priority. Umm, that bottle of vodka, shots, rhum and Coke, Jack and Coke.....ummm. Shit! Where was I? *Reads the last 3 lines* Right! So, I started reading Ann Veronica, trying to mind you. My eyes began closing....slowly.....shut.
'Till next time.
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