Mon ami, Bungi, a inspiré moi pour écrire dans une autre langue.
La vie est étrange. Quelquefois agréable, quelquefois triste.
Vous aimez quelqu'un. vous devriez être heureux encore que vous êtes si tristes.
Les gens vous demandent, pourquoi vous faites des choses étranges? Évader. Soyez heureux.
Comment étrange quand vous êtes tristes vous souriez toujours et simulez que tout est bien avec le monde.
Est cette vie ? Pourquoi menons-nous de telles vies artificielles ?
Y a-il n'importe quel point alors si votre vie est un grand mensonge..... Quelle est la vérité dans cela ?
Pourquoi écris-je dans une langue qu'aucun homme ne peut comprendre ?
Simplement parce que je suis désespéré pour enlever ce masque et encore j'ai peur d'exposer.
Mon Dieu aidez-moi s'il vous plaît..... Je mens et dis que tout est sur de bons termes avec le monde et ma vie quand ce n'est pas.
Mais tout ce que je peux dire est..... C'est la vie!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Hey alien, watch it!
Do you know what the synonym for ‘Alien’ is in the thesaurus?
It is: foreigner, greenhorn, guest, immigrant, intruder, invader, migrant, non-citizen, outsider, stranger, and visitor.
Now if you were a visitor in a foreign country, would you not give the local people or the natives the respect they deserve? Would you not say please and thank you; as they, showered their hospitalities on you?
Last night the girls and I went to see The Pirates of the Caribbean …..Ooh la oh la….Johnny Depp is gonna be my next topic.
Anyways, while we were at the theatre, there was this bunch of foreign kids who sat two rows behind us. Firstly they come into the movie real late. Then they giggle, laugh and talk loudly as they balance their popcorns and coke’s and noisily find their seat oblivious to the glares and shushing hurled at them. Did I forget to mention that they were all girls and stereotyped into the Barbie category? Besides that, they seemed to exude a certain jarring garish trait, which comes from having too much cotton fluff between their ears; rather than the normal intellect that most of us are blessed with.
Well, as if their noisy banter towards the start of the movie was not enough, I was later told by one of my girlfriends that they were busy cussing and using foul language thinking they were being super cool. They seemed to be insensitive to the fact that there were families and children around them. Once I heard it my patience seemed to have sunk even lower.
Ok, so here we were, my girlfriends and I, we had a superb time at the movies and were strolling out of the theatre content with life in general. We were waiting patiently waiting for the crowd in front of us to disperse as we strolled laughing and in good humor to our respective vehicles in the parking lot. When out of nowhere, these same foreign girls barge into our way and try to shove my friend and me off their paths by repeatedly saying, “Move, move, move, move” in an obnoxiously accented tone.
What can I say…. wrong person, wrong move? Well I asked in my nastiest and meanest voice….. ‘Want to watch where you step B#t@h?” All four of them turned around and rolled their eyes in contempt at me….how dare they….in my turf…in my land ….how dare they?
So I let go with a verbal attack or two….come on seriously…. I don’t remember how many I let them have….but it was enough to get them running for cover.
That’s right you B with them Itches! Don’t you dare mess around with me in my country!!! Yep I’m a racist…in my own ways….. And I hate the attitude where superior white skin rules over darker anytime and anywhere.
Look it’s not like I hate white skins…..that’s so untrue….I’ve some real close friends who are westerners from U.K to Ireland to America to Korea to Germany to Italy to Canada to Australia to across the globe….and I love them to bits. But they love me and respect me.
Yes important point being Respect for the Human Race.
It is: foreigner, greenhorn, guest, immigrant, intruder, invader, migrant, non-citizen, outsider, stranger, and visitor.
Now if you were a visitor in a foreign country, would you not give the local people or the natives the respect they deserve? Would you not say please and thank you; as they, showered their hospitalities on you?
Last night the girls and I went to see The Pirates of the Caribbean …..Ooh la oh la….Johnny Depp is gonna be my next topic.
Anyways, while we were at the theatre, there was this bunch of foreign kids who sat two rows behind us. Firstly they come into the movie real late. Then they giggle, laugh and talk loudly as they balance their popcorns and coke’s and noisily find their seat oblivious to the glares and shushing hurled at them. Did I forget to mention that they were all girls and stereotyped into the Barbie category? Besides that, they seemed to exude a certain jarring garish trait, which comes from having too much cotton fluff between their ears; rather than the normal intellect that most of us are blessed with.
Well, as if their noisy banter towards the start of the movie was not enough, I was later told by one of my girlfriends that they were busy cussing and using foul language thinking they were being super cool. They seemed to be insensitive to the fact that there were families and children around them. Once I heard it my patience seemed to have sunk even lower.
Ok, so here we were, my girlfriends and I, we had a superb time at the movies and were strolling out of the theatre content with life in general. We were waiting patiently waiting for the crowd in front of us to disperse as we strolled laughing and in good humor to our respective vehicles in the parking lot. When out of nowhere, these same foreign girls barge into our way and try to shove my friend and me off their paths by repeatedly saying, “Move, move, move, move” in an obnoxiously accented tone.
What can I say…. wrong person, wrong move? Well I asked in my nastiest and meanest voice….. ‘Want to watch where you step B#t@h?” All four of them turned around and rolled their eyes in contempt at me….how dare they….in my turf…in my land ….how dare they?
So I let go with a verbal attack or two….come on seriously…. I don’t remember how many I let them have….but it was enough to get them running for cover.
That’s right you B with them Itches! Don’t you dare mess around with me in my country!!! Yep I’m a racist…in my own ways….. And I hate the attitude where superior white skin rules over darker anytime and anywhere.
Look it’s not like I hate white skins…..that’s so untrue….I’ve some real close friends who are westerners from U.K to Ireland to America to Korea to Germany to Italy to Canada to Australia to across the globe….and I love them to bits. But they love me and respect me.
Yes important point being Respect for the Human Race.
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