Thursday, 12 August 2010

  • I still watch DBZ :P

    AND?!

    I grew up with this show, and I love it! I even have a little Goku tattoo :)
    "You're gonna regret it when you're old"

    PFFT! Nah! :D When my brother and I were growing up, we would watch DB and DBZ everyday with my dad, and those were pretty much the only times we'd spend together. Nowadays, it's rare for us to get together like that, and that tattoo stands for the bond we had that will always be there. Those were some good times :)

    Don't hate! ;P

    The show just means a lot to me in MANY ways. :)

Monday, 02 August 2010

  • My views on SB1070.

    I've heard soooo many people talking shit about Mexicans and that they should just "shut the fuck up" about claiming this law as racist.

    I want THEM to shut the fuck up.

    I have RELATIVES in Arizona who are experiencing first hand the toll this bullshit law is taking on the immigrants. They've told me that most of the police officers WILL randomly just go up to people who look like immigrants and ask them for proper documents, even though the law states that they can only be questioned or stopped if they are seen doing something that's already wrong. My cousins have also told me that in most cases, it'll be WHITE officers and will act more like douchebags than non-white officers.

    I know most people will say "Well, they're ILLEGAL! They're stealing our jobs and using our free healthcare and education, blah blah blah..".  I think we are all entitled to be able to live wherever we want to live and be able to enjoy the benefits of being an American. Why do we need to deport these people and send them back to their country? Why can't we HELP THEM become legal citizens instead of kicking them out? Everybody deserves that chance. And no, they're not stealing our jobs. If those jobs are available to them, it's because no American citizen wants it. A California employer who grows grapes was interviewed recently, and told the newslady that no Americans wanted the jobs he was offering, which was to pick grapes in the hot sun. He said the only people who were up for this job were immigrants, and he didn't even want to know if they were illegal or not because he needed people working for him. These "illegals" are taking even the worst jobs available to them in order to provide for their families and bring food to the table. The last thing they need to worry about is to not be able to walk the streets in fear of the law being after them.

    I'm all for being in this country legally, but I'm against just kicking them outta here! This country is going to shit. 

     

    /rant

Saturday, 31 July 2010

  • Niggas gon hate.

    This girl. UGH. She won't get over it! All this is high school bullshit, I have no idea how people can be so immature.

    I'm guessing she goes out, hooks up with guys, and when they ask for her number, she gives them MINE.

    Then, I'm receiving calls from complete strangers asking for her.

    Dumb bitch! Hahahaha.

    I will get my revenge.. not really. I'll just give out her number, too, when guys ask me for mine.

    ^-^

    Harmless fun.. right?

Saturday, 24 July 2010

Saturday, 17 July 2010

  • Au Crépuscule de Nos Rêves

    Agonisent péniblement à terre
    L'un après l'autre, mes rêves piétinés.
    L'espoir m'a trahi et je reste là, halluciné
    Avec sur la face l'expression du renoncement.

    J'ai pris ton mal, l'ai laissé me ternir,
    Dévorant ma fraîcheur toujours un peu plus.
    Plus de surprises à présent, aucunes;
    Et le temps s'échappe sans que rien ne change.
    Je serre le poing, j'aimerais hurler
    Briser cette glace à l'intérieur de moi
    Qui stagne, m'engourdit, m'empêche de sentir.

    Tant de jours incolores...
    Que reste t'il? Tu étais tout pour moi.
    Juste ton absence qui m'insupporte,
    Des promesses non tenues,
    et mes souvernirs assassins

    ..........

    They die painfully to the ground,
    one after another, my trampled dreams.
    Hope betrayed me and I remain there, hallucinating...
    a look of renunciation upon my face.

    I took your evil, let it tarnish me,
    devouring my innocence a little bit more.
    More surprises now -- none,
    and time escapes without change.
    I make a fist -- I want to scream,
    to break the ice inside me
    that stagnates, deadens me
    and prevents me from feeling

    So many colorless days
    What's left? You were everything to me.
    Promises not kept,
    my murderous memories.