3 of 52: Nineteen and a Well Oiled Machine

I figured I'm turning 19 so I'd make a list of things I want to do before my young life ends, (i.e. now and marriage) because everyone makes mental goals, and even if you can't meet all of them, one's better than nothing right?

• Graduate with a Double Major not just to make my parents proud but for me

• Meet one of my Sports Idols, because Sports are an important part of my life, and you try especially hard to meet the goals dearest to you

• Find a Girl worth Hanging on to and not risk Losing

• Find at least one job that will help bring a smile to peoples faces. This one's not for me, it's for them

• Doing most things right by not only my family but my friends who I have come to realize mean more to me then they will ever know

• Go back to India and Uganda, and actually see them for the first time properly, it's where my parents grew up and I'm simply a footstep following in their wake

• Go to World Cup 2014, My hearts in soccer and if i could have a dream job, it would be watching that all day

• NOT become just another accountant at a firm, but a financial job that I look forward to, for the good of me and others

• Be more assertive in pretty much all aspects of my life

• Not have a routine. I don't want to become a "Well-Oiled Machine" where my life depends on a series of events that have to follow exactly.  

A life without excitement is one not worth living for

 

 :)

2 of 52: Click-Clack, Ding-Dong, & Charlie Chan

If you like observing people then there’s no better place than the Chicago El aka. The CTA. The extremities are crazy, with one seat occupied by a clean-shaven white businessman with his $400 briefcase and his equally expensive phone. You can tell he dreads the smell of piss and B.O. reeking all the way down the train, and he just can’t wait to get off so he can get his Mocha-Frappa-Fucking-Chinno at one of his 10,000 local Starbucks locations. You wonder does he enjoy being a state attorney working 60 hour weeks making 360 K a year, or is he doing it to escape his Shit-Brick of a suburban wife so he can fuck his secretary on weekdays and pretend to be a father on weekends to his kids. Who probably aren’t even his.

In the seat next to him sits a 6’4” black guy with his Braves lid tipped back and his denims pulled down so low you could swear they were about to drop. He has his cell phone pulled out playing some 36 mafia gangsta rap, loud enough so everyone on the train can hear, but quiet enough to not drown out his own freestyle rap: “Rhymes cash-money like Lupe Fiasco, Naw gon’ be peached like Rod Blago.” He’s going places. The real question is if he’s rapping to kill time before he heads to Rogers Park to hustle some nobodies for the day’s paycheck, or is he on his way to work so he can support his family.

Two seats down from there sits a white college girl all cozy with a Black NorthFace, Brown Uggs, a Spray-tan that has no place for January in Chicago, and a Coach handbag so enormous that you could probably fit 3 Small children, a Chihuahua, and Kim Kardashian’s Ass comfortably inside. Her layer of makeup has to be an inch-plus, and she’s texting furiously like her life depends on it. She looks like every other girl in this city and you wonder if she likes looking like a clone, or if she’s just trying to be the same until she finds out what makes her different.

If you stray your eyes past her you’ll see an 70 year old man, who knows the government is never going to give him his social security so he has to work hard for shitty pay. Or is he not doing it for the money but to show he still has the 2 balls and a dick necessary to make him feel like he’s young and up there with the faces of tomorrow.

Three Asians sit behind the old geezer and they have all the signs of a triad gang, with their jet-black slick hair and identical faces of monotone soldiers. Or maybe their guns are smaller than their dicks and they're less of a fearless Hero Nakamura mold and more like Click-Clack, Ding-Dong, & Charlie Chan. (- By Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino)

And opposite them sits me. A broke-ass college kid whose trying to make his own niche by staking out the traits in others. They’re all unaware I’m observing them, making defiant judgments that if spoken out loud would force them to reveal their true identity. Over the next few stops they all get off and I don’t say a word leaving my empirical views to recline to the back of my head until I see someone just like them. You’d think I’m simply relaying stereotypes but if you’ve ever been on the El you’d know not a day goes by without you seeing at least one of these.

So you’re probably wondering why I told you about the people of the El, but really it’s not about them, it’s about you. Right now check your Facebook Chat and see how many of those people you talk too regularly. There's 20 or so you don’t talk to, simply because you think you know them. When in reality you know nothing. Maybe they're depressed and need some hope, or maybe they're even exactly like you just waiting and wondering who’ll come online to put a smile on their face.

So I’m asking you for a favor look down your list of friends online and find someone who you wouldn’t really consider a "friend." And just say Hi. Maybe you’ll find out they're exactly like you thought with a blend of shallowness and bore. Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll find that you’ll connect and talk about random things that you would never have dreamt about and how you’ll be happy you had the guts to say hi because now you’re not judging, you’re learning.

“To correct the evils, great and small, which spring from want of sympathy and from positive enmity among strangers, as nations or as individuals, is one of the highest functions of civilization”

- Abraham Lincoln

1 of 52: 2008 in Retrospective

Music: Lil Wayne in 08' has finally reached the point of "I don't understand what the fuck you're saying." Do you remember when he was part of the HotBoyz or even his album "Tha Carter I" with GOOD songs like Go DJ or Way of Life when he would rap. Now it's more like "Wayne's World, Bitch, Pussy-Money-Weed, Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa, Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin, Vernierial disease, Whodawannadodaboyanoodlechooda, muthafucka dsfhdskjfhksjdfhksdfhksd3492834^&$^&utds8f7te....... " Yeah WTF?

- Besides that it's been pretty good, Kanye, Akon, Rhianna, The renaissance of Justin, T.I, and randomly what happened to "Band-Aid Face" Nelly?

Politics: Why bother? I'm sick of it, sick of hearing that Obama's "god's gift to man" after oh 0... days in office. Antigua actually is renaming its highest mountain Mount Obama. grrrrrrr. Sick of the democratic party the republican party, MILF Sarah fucking Palin, her MILF daughter Bristol, just politics in general.
- 8 years of a shitlly ( I invented it) run country and the worst Bush gets is a Shoe thrown at him, Awesome :)

The Economy: ooooo this is always a fun one. A bank crashes and people panic and take their money out of other banks. Those banks in turn crash and more people panic. The DOW JONES drops 20,000,000 as people sell all their stocks. Bush says he's Thinking of injecting banks with money. The DOW JONES rises 20,000,000 as people try to buy all their stocks back.......... Moral of story: PEOPLE ARE FUCKING STUPID.
- Iceland only has 2 banks. And both have now filed for bankruptcy..... Yeah, i don't give a shit either :)

Movies: Not the best but decent. The Dark Night by far was the best movie. I hate to say it but Heath Ledger's death probably earned him an Oscar.... True Story.
- Indiana Jones was the third top grossing movie. And you thought Harrison Ford was finally dead :(

People: Like: Michael Phelps, Rod Blagojevich for 11 of 12 months, Hiro Nakamura. Hate and hope they DIE soon: Taylor Swift (for her slutiness), Rod Blagojevich, George Bush, Barrack Obama, SO politicians... Miley Cyrus, Her perverse mullet of a father, Rachael Ray, Mortgage Brokers, Jeremiah Wright, Jamie Lynn Spears, Billary Clinton, Celebrities who think a new fad means adopting half the Eastern Hemisphere, Media.
- I know, Pessimistic much?

Sports WOW, probably one of the greatest sports years in History. Who do you mention as the story of the year? Micheal Phelps? Usain Bolt? Rafael Nadal? David Tyrees Catch? Cristiano Ronaldo? The Celtics and their Big 3? Tiger Woods? Albert Pujols? Kansas's Miracle Comeback? The Big 12? Fernando Torres? Nastia Liukin? LeBron James? Candace Parker? ...... I could go ON and ON. Just shows how amazing sports were in 2008. Individuals, Teams, Nations.
- Sports Embarrassments: T.O. The Detroit Lions, Marion Jones, Stephon Marbury

So in general a pretty good year. It does seem like just yesterday it was the Millennium and it's already 2009. Insane :)

Note: Not all the notes are gonna be this long. Just this one :)

Because I Felt Like It

2009 already. Shit, it seems only yesterday we passed the millennium mark. I figured it's time to make a New Years resolution again. For about the past 4 years its been get better grades. I guess I have kind of done that but that shouldn't need a resolution, it should just be something you do.

So I figured this year I'd start writing notes. Do you ever feel like you have to many thoughts and you need to express them. I'm no novelist but sometimes I feel like writing one, not cause I want that to be my career but just for the self-satisfaction of knowing I can. I have a lot of friends and we do talk about such random stuff that I'm happy they are there. But I still feel like there's sooooooo much more I think about that I don't really express.

The content of my notes are gonna be pretty random but usually something to do with sports, music, politics, people, news ( I feel we don't read enough newspapers), book, movies, reminiscing or just life in general.

52 shall shortly follow (maybe not shortly, but eventually)

You may agree with what I say, you may not. My aim is not to offend so i will try to respect that and responses should be likewise.