Friday, September 17, 2010
Hello Peoples
Today is Friday, the most beloved day in our Society. Now, things could be different for you, wherever you might live, say Pakistan. Which in that case I know nothing, and I would love to know, so please comment. (I totally know nobody will ever visit this page other than my friends). So the other day we where talking about how annoying people get whenever all they do is agree with you. Its like they really do not care about what you are talking about at all. It is almost as if they are ignoring you and all they want to do is make you feel like you are right, yet they are hiding their opinion behind your honest opinions. In one of the saddest cases;teachers, they are the ones who are exposed to this everyday. It sucks to see this, it sucks to experience this, it sucks to be in a class where you are a student and the whole class is like this. All they do is agree with what the teacher says, its all they fucking do. I don't know what do of this, its lack of interest and lack of respect towards yourself and to the person who is talking to you. So please don't do this, at least contribute and add something or give your honest opinion.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Hey!
Now ive got three followers! Fuck yea! Anyways please comment on anything I have said. I know it a lot of reading, but if you can just say something in response. Dont agree with me, I hate people agreeing with anything anyone says. Even if it sounds stupid. Just comment, please.
Well today im having a wonderful day in school, well for the time being, and facebook sucks. Everyone in there tries to sound either;
Later Chicks and Dudes!
Well today im having a wonderful day in school, well for the time being, and facebook sucks. Everyone in there tries to sound either;
- Like they have the worst life
- Friendly, too friendly?
- Romantic
- Very smart
- A player
- and you have me, the asshole, posts too many damn links, and sometimes doesnt even post at all
Later Chicks and Dudes!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sup Peoples!
Well now that I have another follower I feel like such a bad ass. Now I can definitely talk about very cool things that pertain to my audience! (there goes a little something that I learned my boring ass English class) Any who!
Today is Monday, September 13, 2010. To add onto what others have said about what happened two days ago nine years ago, here is my side of the story.
I was in my sixth grade in Clifton Middle School, the two years I attended this Middle School where the worst years of my life. Anyways, back to the matter at hand; while all of this was going on that Tuesday September 11, 2001 I was the "goody-two shoes" ESL student. That morning went by like any other morning, then the bell rung and I went to my Computer Class. The teacher, told us that some plane had crashed into the this building. Now, imagine someone only telling you that; Now, imagine understanding half of what she said because obviously you know little of the language. So I went about my business, not caring. Then minutes later, she said that another plane had hit another building, so at this time I began to imagine how or why?
This did seem a little too strange to be happening, especially in New York, in the United States of America. Where the technology was by far the shit. The country of bad asses, how could this be happening?
Could it be the infamous Y2K two years late?
Couldn't have, no. This time it would be something so unfamiliar to us, something so alienated to the current age group, never had we seen something of the likes. So far, imagination was the only thing allowing me to see how this would be going on, the class had no Television, and as crazy as it might sound, I had no clue of how to use the computer! Crazy, I know!
Well I cant exactly remember how or when I did see the LIVE images of what was going on. I saw two huge skyscrapers burning; one in the middle and one a little lower, compared to the other building. The fire, the smoke, the look in peoples faces, the tone, the astonishment that came from the reporters voice and expressions. Images and sounds that would forever change the way the world was. I then saw people jumping from the more than 100 foot tall buildings, huge clouds of smoke, people crying in the streets; filled with fear.
This was being portrayed by the television, the students instantly became centered, felt hopeless. They had no clue of what was going on, this was a new thing for us. The teachers where too busy watching the events to tell us what this thing was. Announcements came and someone in the speaker of the school said what was already visible to our eyes. Instantly, the students began to disappear; the concerned parents where picking them up. Speculations began to rise amongst the nations people, what if this was a start of an attack to the United States? What if they begin to target schools? Who could do such things! What is going on God?
While all this was going on, me and my brothers where amongst the few who did stay in school, and jealous of the other lucky students who were able to leave home.
Not only did we not understand what had happened, we also where unaware of what this would cause, of what it was causing.
The days passed and more and more information came, now the television was telling us who had done it. The images still continued to flood all of the channels. It must have been at least two weeks until normal programming continued. Now a sense of war had arisen.
"We must fight back!" "We must not let fear run over our lives" "America the Brave!"
Two days ago, nine years forward, what did we learn as human beings? Ask this question, what good came out of this? It does not matter where you are from, what sex, religion, color, anything. I ask this to any human being, What can we take from this experience? If you lived it and saw it. Has war resolved your own personal suffering? Because that is what war is, People killing people, then the government steps in and sends people to kill people. People kill people, that is all that it is. Then the governments to prevent themselves from being killed surrender. In many cases it is not government against government, some may change. But the constant of the equation is people killing people.
Why is that tormenting someone else makes us feel good?
What makes us feel so glad about adding on to the suffering?
All that I am trying to say is that what happened that day has not changed a bit anyones situation. It is time that has made some forget what happened, it is moving on and forgetting about it. It is filling you life with love to defeat the hate and pain.
History is certainly not only a subject that is taught at school so that we can get out and work our asses of and die trying to survive. History is lessons of mistakes that people like us have made, and like the saying goes, "One must learn from the mistakes"
So why after so many damn times that it has been said, have we not learn anything.
Today is Monday, September 13, 2010. To add onto what others have said about what happened two days ago nine years ago, here is my side of the story.
I was in my sixth grade in Clifton Middle School, the two years I attended this Middle School where the worst years of my life. Anyways, back to the matter at hand; while all of this was going on that Tuesday September 11, 2001 I was the "goody-two shoes" ESL student. That morning went by like any other morning, then the bell rung and I went to my Computer Class. The teacher, told us that some plane had crashed into the this building. Now, imagine someone only telling you that; Now, imagine understanding half of what she said because obviously you know little of the language. So I went about my business, not caring. Then minutes later, she said that another plane had hit another building, so at this time I began to imagine how or why?
This did seem a little too strange to be happening, especially in New York, in the United States of America. Where the technology was by far the shit. The country of bad asses, how could this be happening?
Could it be the infamous Y2K two years late?
Couldn't have, no. This time it would be something so unfamiliar to us, something so alienated to the current age group, never had we seen something of the likes. So far, imagination was the only thing allowing me to see how this would be going on, the class had no Television, and as crazy as it might sound, I had no clue of how to use the computer! Crazy, I know!
Well I cant exactly remember how or when I did see the LIVE images of what was going on. I saw two huge skyscrapers burning; one in the middle and one a little lower, compared to the other building. The fire, the smoke, the look in peoples faces, the tone, the astonishment that came from the reporters voice and expressions. Images and sounds that would forever change the way the world was. I then saw people jumping from the more than 100 foot tall buildings, huge clouds of smoke, people crying in the streets; filled with fear.
This was being portrayed by the television, the students instantly became centered, felt hopeless. They had no clue of what was going on, this was a new thing for us. The teachers where too busy watching the events to tell us what this thing was. Announcements came and someone in the speaker of the school said what was already visible to our eyes. Instantly, the students began to disappear; the concerned parents where picking them up. Speculations began to rise amongst the nations people, what if this was a start of an attack to the United States? What if they begin to target schools? Who could do such things! What is going on God?
While all this was going on, me and my brothers where amongst the few who did stay in school, and jealous of the other lucky students who were able to leave home.
Not only did we not understand what had happened, we also where unaware of what this would cause, of what it was causing.
The days passed and more and more information came, now the television was telling us who had done it. The images still continued to flood all of the channels. It must have been at least two weeks until normal programming continued. Now a sense of war had arisen.
"We must fight back!" "We must not let fear run over our lives" "America the Brave!"
Two days ago, nine years forward, what did we learn as human beings? Ask this question, what good came out of this? It does not matter where you are from, what sex, religion, color, anything. I ask this to any human being, What can we take from this experience? If you lived it and saw it. Has war resolved your own personal suffering? Because that is what war is, People killing people, then the government steps in and sends people to kill people. People kill people, that is all that it is. Then the governments to prevent themselves from being killed surrender. In many cases it is not government against government, some may change. But the constant of the equation is people killing people.
Why is that tormenting someone else makes us feel good?
What makes us feel so glad about adding on to the suffering?
All that I am trying to say is that what happened that day has not changed a bit anyones situation. It is time that has made some forget what happened, it is moving on and forgetting about it. It is filling you life with love to defeat the hate and pain.
History is certainly not only a subject that is taught at school so that we can get out and work our asses of and die trying to survive. History is lessons of mistakes that people like us have made, and like the saying goes, "One must learn from the mistakes"
So why after so many damn times that it has been said, have we not learn anything.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Una Entrada en Español!
Ha que pensaban que yo no sabia español! Ha! Pues se equivocaron! Y de equivocados dicen que esta lleno el infierno, pues dicen. Bueno, no se como saben que el infierno esta lleno de equivocados, que no se supone que de el infierno ya no sales? Y en primer lugar, para llegar ahi tienes que estar muerto! Orale pues, en otro tema casi no relacionadao, el otro dia me acorde de una frase celebre. Ya saben que cuando haces a alguien llorar, por ejemplo; te peleas con tu chava o chavo y de plano ya no te caen y chillan, pues se acostumbra decir, "No pues son Lagrimas de Cocodrilo". Alguna vez se habian preguntado, pues como? apoco los cocodrilos lloran? A no manches!
Pues esta frase proviene de cuando, (no recuerdo bien, pero vamos a decir por pereza de no quere buscar), Los Griegos creian que los cocodrilos lloraban y sollosaban para atraer a un pobre wey, y asi comercelos.
Y asi es como ahora en dia usamos esta frase. "Son Lagrimas de Cocodrilo!"
Pues que chido por fin ponerle fin a ese engima, que a lo mejor y probablemente nada mas a mi me agoviaba.
Ha al raton
Pues esta frase proviene de cuando, (no recuerdo bien, pero vamos a decir por pereza de no quere buscar), Los Griegos creian que los cocodrilos lloraban y sollosaban para atraer a un pobre wey, y asi comercelos.
Y asi es como ahora en dia usamos esta frase. "Son Lagrimas de Cocodrilo!"
Pues que chido por fin ponerle fin a ese engima, que a lo mejor y probablemente nada mas a mi me agoviaba.
Ha al raton
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Labor Day
Woa! It has been a few days, and still not a lot of action here. This place is dead, I doubt that I will ever get a visit here. I guess its hard if you dont have any free porn in your blog. Or stuff like that, (sigh) good thing this place is just something to keep me sane for a bit. With this school semester starting, I know I will be busy. I will continue to write, I wont stop. Maybe ill forget a day or two but I will always come here. Its a bit hard when youre a full time student in college and a few things more. Im just the average dude in community college. Ah well, I hope if someone ever finds this, they can relate. My punk ass "friends" never visited this blog, who can i count on?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Thursday
Its great that people study sociology, psychology, philosophy, and all these important fields about life. They spend years learning what others say and thought. They examine how they thought, why they thought that, and thats it. They barely take it and apply it to life. Sure some have tried and died trying. But you know what? At least they tried to go further then just the books. They have tried to liberate society by acts, rather than by hiding behind the books and keeping all the knowledge for themselves. Actions do speak Louder than Words. I dont consider these philosphers, these are active true philosophers. Who in fact want to better the world, they want to share what the know. I hope one day someone has enough courage to do this. To live like the dream that they construct when they read and fantasize about the perfect society. But for now, all we hav is just kids trying to find the truth, kids who want to study philosophy only because its not that hard. Only because it "Makes you think outside the Box" and its "different". NO what is different is someone living to their beliefs and ideas. That is a true Revolutionarist of Life.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Wednesday
So middle of the week and today I am exhausted from typing so much on the computer. Today I had lots of work to do. But ill leave you with this.
The song, "Castles Made of Sand" by Jimi Hendrix
Down the street you can hear her scream you're a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually
A little Indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night
And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually
There was a young girl, who's heart was a frown
Cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way
And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually
A little Indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night
And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually
There was a young girl, who's heart was a frown
Cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way
And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually
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More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jimi+hendrix/#share
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jimi+hendrix/#share
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