I KNOW. I have been advocating the ”facebook-is-a-stupid-fad-and-I-am-a-hater” mentality for the LOOOONGEST time.
I had an epiphany. And so I did it.
I joined Facebook.
Sad sad day, I know.
Oh yeah, my epiphany — well, it’s a good networking tool. Popularity and getting to know people better is the last thing on my list. Just plain networking. Meh.
The only good thing about FB is that I get to reunite with my Malvern brothers and sisters!! HAHA. Oh goddd.. the first black man I’ve ever fallen in love with… is on facebook.
I am still trying to figure out how you use FB. Anybody want to give me a FB tutorial?
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Edit: my highschool crush…AND TOTGA are on Facebook. Can somebody say “the stalking begins”!
Oh… and then there are the exes. Cough.
R.I.P Nelle
… well, ALMOST!
Holy moly, tonight was one of those nights where my life flashed before my eyes.
I was going about my night, drove to Second Cup to study like a good ol’ innocent student, until I got out the car and made my way to the coffee shop. I was trottin’, crossing the road, looked both ways, saw an on coming van that was at least 50 meters away from me, so my rationale was that it was safe for me to cross. Crossing, until I sensed from the corner of my right eye that the speed of the van is not decreasing — but increasing! I thought, nahh — this guy is going to slow down, oh no — he went for the gas. Then i’m like.. “[insert curse]” and LEAPED for my life, like in the movies.
I wanted to see which ethnicity the person was in the car, so at least I can make cruel jokes about their race. Too dark, and was too shocked to notice. But I think the person was Chinese — which happens to be my own kind. We know the stereotype all too well, SIGH.
To emphasize the fact that it was a near death experience for me, by-standers and people in the coffee shop gave me weird looks afterwards. One of my friends were there and they were like: “wow, that guy wanted to run you over baaad.”
I swear, I have an enemy out there… somewhere.
Note: The other near-death experience was with Paulina. We have our own inside jokes. P: “Yo, that person just pulled an ‘Ellen’.” Me: “Yo, you want to see a ‘Paulina’?”
If you’re wondering what a “Paulina” is, it’s an 180 swerve on a busy road with a finale of the car up the snow bank. For an “Ellen“, it’s making a left turn, on the WRONG lane, with upcoming traffic on the left side.
Soldier
Every morning I wake up and I would drop down and do a set of push-ups like a soldier. I make sure that my physical pain overrides my emotional pain. Every morning, I prepare myself to fight whatever the day chooses to throw at me.
So I decided that after my business partner and I acquire our first property, I would get my second tattoo that says ‘soldier’ (as a reward and reminder) on the inside of my heel. Now before you go into a laughing frenzy, as do the majority of the people that I told my story to, the word ‘soldier’ actually means alot to me…
How I perceive the word ‘soldier’:
1) I didn’t choose ‘warrior’ because one, the word ‘war’ is in the word and I do not believe in war. Second, warriors are known for winning wars and fighting for the sake of fighting. Nothing more, nothing less. However, in this life, it isn’t always about winning. And life is definitely not just about fighting — for the wrong reasons anyway. A warrior, is a fallen hero, nothing but a hubris.
2) Soldiers go to war, but they don’t go to war to kill. Soldiers fight for the right reasons: protection, family, love, country. I commemorate those that we’ve lost in WWI and II, because they all fought for a greater purpose in mind. None of them wanted to be in the act of violence, but they did it because it is their DUTY.
3) Yeaaahhh, Beyonce says it right, “I want a soldier”. Who doesn’t want to marry a soldier? I want a man that fights for his family ( a breadwinner, even though I can easily bring home the dough). I want to feel like I can be reliant and trusting in him to provide for the family — and at the end of the day, I’m gonna cater to him.
4) In this life, you have to fight for what you believe in, or else someone will come and shatter your dreams, telling you what you can and cannot do.
So Xangans, should I get this tattoo?
I hate it when I let it eat me up inside. What do you do to cure insecurities?
Go shopping. That’s what I’ll do.
Breakfast.
I had Nestle Baci Chocolate Hazelnut ice-cream for breakfast today. I had the whole tub to myself too. Frikken fantastic.
Mmmm — Orgasm.
It’s like, making sweet sweet love in the morning.
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Inner City Angels.
Tonight was our showcase for the school and the parents (10 hours of volunteer, oh my gosh I think I’m going to explode) of what we have been working on with the kids for the past 8 weeks in terms of with our theatre and art productions. It was fantabulous!
When we were all saying good-bye at the end, I couldn’t help but feel empty and knowing that I will miss these kids later on. I won’t be able to see whether Devin is going to grow up to become a player, Jelani as the next Dave Chappelle, Matthew as the best teenage father — ever, Austin as the worst teenage father, and Jerome and Dwayne as NBA stars. I won’t get to see them grow up. That saddens me.
I must have asked Devin to “walk it out” and crip walk for me a million times today.
That’s it, I’m adopting black babies and I’m throwing them in hip hop dance classes, so they can entertain me all day with their dance moves.
Better yet, who wants to make beautiful black babies with me? And yes, you have to be black to qualify.
Sweet Man.
Every morning at work, this handsome Caucasian man would come in and buy a Diet Coke for his wife. As I hand him the soft drink, he would look intensely in my eyes and gratefully thank me for providing a gift for his wife to bring home with.
I hope he knows that he’s killing his wife with aspartame. But his thoughtfulness every morning melts his wifes’ heart; she is like the world to him.
Which one would you rather have?
Blissfully thinking that your significant other wants to melt your heart away every morning?
Or knowing that it might kill you in return…
For some people, they may live their life and never experience the sentiment of love, not once.
Which leads me to the next topic…
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Which Is The Better Man?
a) One who means well, but ends up harming everyone. b) One who means evil, but ends up benefitting everyone.
J and I both thought that b) is just very verrrryy unfortunate to intend harm, and not be able to fulfill it. (For example, Pinky and the Brain from Animaniacs. Pinky always wanted to impress Brain by helping him with his plan for total world domination, but alas, Pinky always ruin it someway, somehow for Brain).
So which one would you choose? If you were put into a situation instead of having to look at it from the outside?
I would choose a) still. Because the one who means evil just didn’t succeed on their plan on producing evil for that singular instance. It doesn’t mean that they will never succeed with their plan some other time. In other words, I would rather have someone pull the plug on me because they don’t want me to feel the pain because they love me so, than die from somebody who hated me and wanted to murder me instead. At least I would lose my life to somebody I trust, then lose it to an enemy.
However, the twist is, we’re always concerned with the ending of the story — no matter what.
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Time = Money.
My mom never understood that concept that MY time EQUALS money. I waited 1 hour at work today for her to pick me up, and 45 minutes outside of a supermarket parking lot for her to finish her groceries. By the time I anxiously calculated the hours I’ve wasted in my life, I wanted to explode. I wanted to yell at my mom for always thinking that I’m not busy, and that my time is her time, and that I have plenty of it.
Of course, I controlled my emotions, and slooowwwly expressed my thoughts on this matter.
But waiting for something or somebody is by far the worst feeling ever. I never understood why my sister didn’t want to wait for my mom to pick her up from Fairview mall on a cold winter’s day. Instead, she wanted to take the bus with an additional 20 minutes walk home. “Sis, just wait for mom!” “No! You don’t understand! I rather be doing something, heading home, than be sitting here waiting for somebody!”
Well, now I understand very clearly. It’s the doing “nothing” that aggravated my sister. All the potentiality of achieving something is lost when one decides to just stand and do nothing. It’s like that moment in time just got flushed down the toilet.
If I ever wait for somebody, it must mean that they are somebody out of the ordinary. You must be the world to me, for me to stop my world in return for you.
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DONT HEAR, listen.
Life is all about the things you’ll never figure out It’s all about the people you allow in and the memories that you keep
