Eli just left a little bit ago. I don't know when, but thats whats so mysterious about it... its like he's Marry Poppins or Peter Pan or something or other. Hmm, peter pan may be quick on his feet, but could he beat Eli in a DDR duel? No, Peter Pan would get PWNed.

I just searched up the word escape on urbandictionary.com. But I spelld it wrong, i typed excape.This is what it gave me:

Excape:
Bastardized form of the word "escape" meaning to set free.Used by people with a first grade reading level.

I'mo excape from Riker's Island and steal yo big screen tv and sell it for sum mo' rocks ya kno wha i'm sayin'? Ya dum wite muhfugga!

urbandictionary.com can be funny, but only go there if your willing to feel guilty about getting a laugh. Its taught me many new fun words, and some I can't even say out loud.

Anywho, I'm wasting time when I should be cleaning...

Manue

@))& (Better known as 2007without pressing Shift)

So 2007 is here

I have a friend who's already mentally in 2007. I asked him if I need to bring my boomstick to fight off zombies. My joke was so funny he was silent with laughter, as most people are with my jokes.

I would like to turn on the T.V. and watch the ball drop, but I have a sneaking suspicion that carson daly (name not important enough to capitalize) is serenading the new year on NBC, and I'd rather take a icecream scoop to my eyeballs before I have to see his face again.

I have reason to believe that 2007 will be a year to fear. The resent deaths of three important figures have brought upon a distribution in the universe's equilibrium. Saddam Hussein, Gerald Ford, and James Brown's powerful physique will combine their powers becoming the ultimate Antichrist (bad things always come in threes). With the combination of Saddam Hussein's insane propaganda dictatorship and his amazing ability to laugh right before his hanging (and being the hottest man to ever be on death roll(irony ppl, work with me)), Gerald Ford's swift decision to pardon a "crook", not to mention his numerous death defying stunts such as: surviving two assassination attempts (both attempted by women, so its relevancy is under questioning) and his knack of living to the vibrant age of 93 (thats 651 in dog years!), and last but not least James Brown's and his God given gift to become the "Godfather of Soul" without any musical talent or training what so ever. Together the unexpected fusion of these three could very likely cause God The Great to send his only begotten son a tad earlier then scheduled (5 years and 355 days early to be exact).

Well, 2007 should start (for me) in about 40 mins, so I suppose I will repent and turn on NBC to see if carson daly is dead yet in this year of joy.

Interesting ppl at my school

Rather than start off with a long winded thesis statement, I have decided just to go into my blog and rant/rave about all the freaks of nature at my school. Deslauriers is full of freaks, and it seems like the aggregation is rather high here.

Group number 1) The auto-rapper. There is a group of kids at school who feel the need not only to blast their bad music so that others around them may also enjoy the smooth stylings of Styles P and Mario, but they take it one step further: Rapping the songs outloud. Or even freestyling their own verses. According to the DSM 4, this is the number one signal of Tourettes Syndrome. Rapping to one's self is a great way to cause alienation. I could never imagine bring this type home to meet my parents. "This is my boyfriend. He says random words to himself in iambic pentameter. The therapist says he is clinical, but I think it's a passing phase." The auto-rapper also should consult a Dr. Seuss book before embarking upon a free style rapping career. Nothing rhymes with orange. Nothing rhymes with pussy. The only thing that rhymes with "Henneesee" is "Tennessee" but the 69 Boyz already jumped that gun. The next time I hear an auto-rapper, I swear to God I'm going to shut him up by hell or high water. Or direct him towards 8 mile road.

Group number 2) The Kids that have graduated but still hang around this school.I hate this type the most. You graduated, so what the hell are you doing here, besides going on an ass quest? In fact, one man who introduced himself to me told me he graduated in 2000. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Oh, the library makes me feel smart." The library makes me feel smart. If I happened to bring a mentally challenged person to the library, I somehow doubt his intelligence would improve. Once a retard, always a retard. Look at Forrest Gump. He might have gained some intelligence and life lessons throughout the movie, but he still fucks a chick with AIDS at the end. Smart? No. I decided to ask the guy is he we're on a search for young hot women. "No, I'm only 25," says he. 25....yeah I guess that's young.
If you're George Burns.

Group 3) The Gangsters. The Gangsters are mildly entertaining. You can pick out a gangster very easily from either a choice missing limb, stump, huge coat, limp, chains, or a slew of bitches following them all over the place. I have a pretty high G-dar from spending many a night watching Much Music. The "Gees" smell of sex, axe, loser'ism and stupidity. The G's also have a penchant for talking to themselves and yelling at random bitches. They also congregate at the Grill. Many go to highschool in hopes of bettering themselves via the female professors, but I think they come to the school for more oppurtunities to sell drugs. Often times shook up in the presence of a Muslim, this particular branch of freak will have flashbacks of lonesome nights with the Vaseline bottle.One Gangster was actually wearing a "If you see da police,Warnabrother" t-shirt. I wanted to prove that they aren't really as "ghetto" as they profess themselves to be, but I dont want to get "cut". Besides, looking rich is a reason for the Gangsters to come after you.

Manue

REFLEXION

I woke up, and I looked in the mirror, and I thought, 'hey, what's with all the sin?' I need to change. I'm, I'm dirty. I'm bad with the sex and the envy and that loud music us kids listen to nowadays. I'm bad with the disrespect I give my peers. I'm bad with my perverted thoughs! But what will purify me?

Manue

Why I hate most ppl

Is it sad that I am most content with sitting in my room, listening to music that involves violence with rhymes that would make Dr. Seuss look like Whitman, eating MSG laden chinese food, looking at clothing I could never afford, and smiling contently as I watch ppl suffer on T.V.? I have to say no. The reason why? Most people suck. I receive little no to no joy taking with people outside my circle of friends. Call me anti-social, call me an elitist, call me what you will. I prefer the term "Selective"

Most new people we meet from outside the comfort of friends are at school or the mall. Of course, there can be a few cool people at these places, because well, my friends and I go to school and we are awesome. However, most people I tend to meet make Janice Dickinson look like a nice person. Honestly, I thought high school was supposed to make people intelligent and well rounded. Higher learning only makes people well rounded around their middles due to binge drinking and late night trips to the drive-in window.

WHY I HATE MEN:Most guys at school are cocky assholes who only have a meager sport accomplishment to prove their self worth. I don't care that you won the Soccer Championship. Reliving this over and over is as big a turn-on as me in stretchy pants. Most guys need to have their egos stroked constantly. If guys stroked their cocks as much as their egos, God would raindown a rainstrom of baby oil and Astroglide( water-based).

WHY I HATE WOMEN:Women are petty manical bitches who will step all over each other for attention. A woman may not even want dick; she just loves the attention that comes from what is attached to the dick. And most women get annoyed ehrn I make them all look bad. There is NO better sensation then watching them struggle to restore their already fragile self-esteem. It's honestly better than watching 8 episodes of That 70's show in a row.

This is why I hate most people. And of course, you agree with me.

Manue

Je saigne encore ( autre version)

Elle a le droit de poser ses mains sur ton corps
Elle a le droit de respirer ton odeur
Elle a meme le droit au regards qui la rendent plus fort
Mets-moi la chaleur de ta voix dans le coeur

Et ca fait mal,crois- moi,
Un lame, enfoncee loin dans mon coeur
Regarde en toi, meme pas l'ombre d'une larme

Et je saigne encore,
Je souris a la mort
Tout ce rouge sur mon corps, je te blesse dans un dernier effort

Elle aime caresser ton visage quand tu t'endors
Et toi tu te permets de dire encore encore
Je sais que ce qui ne tue pas nous rend plus fort
Mais moi, mais moi je suis déjà mort

Ca fait mal, crois moi,
Une lame enfoncée loin dans mon âme
Regarde en toi, même pas l'ombre d'une larme

Et je saigne encore, je souris à la mort
Tout ce rouge sur mon corps
Je te blesse dans un dernier effort

Manue


Tell me which you prefer....

Je saigne encore

Elle a le droit de poser ses mains sur ton corps
Elle a le droit de t'aimer, encore et encore
Elle a le droit de respirer ton odeur
Et moi, je te laisse marcher sur mon coeur

Et ca fait mal, crois-moi,
Tu m'as remplacé dans ton coeur

Et je saigne encore
Je souris a la mort
Tout ce rouge sur mon corps
Et survivre dans un dernier effort.

Elle rit quand tu passes tes doights dans ses checeux d'or
Elle rit quand tu l'aimes encore et encore
Elle rit, quand tu te repose, solide comme la mort
Et moi, je pleure et toi tu dis: Et alors?

Et ca fait mal, crois-moi
Tu m'as remplacée de bon coeur

Et je saigne encore
Je sourit a la mort
Tout ce rouge sur ton corps
Et mourir dans un dernier effort

Jamais un autre homme ne m'aimera
Jamais, je ne serai à un autre que toi

Toujours, au paradis je t'attendrai
Toujours, dans la mort, je te trouverai
Encore et encore

Manue

Le Mâle fait mal

Ceci n'est pas une vendetta contre les hommes...je vous previens....

Ce n'et pas si mal, de n'avoir que dalle/
J'ai grandie elevée parmi d'autres fleures du mal/
Je sais que mon style tu le hais/
Mon flow,mon feeling, tu le saignes/
C'est moi que tu vises, que tu meprise/
T'es moche toi aussi, fallait que jle dise/
On sais tous que le Mâle fait mal/
Il vous use et ensuite il se fait la malle/
Il se joue de vous, il se fout de tout/
Il vous aime et ensuite il vous pend par le cou/
Il a des gentilles manieres, et meme de jolis yeux verts/
Mais il te trompera, alore gardes tes yeux ouverts/
Il te laissera, fleur dessechée, fanée et pourrie/
Mais c'est bien fait pour toi, parce que tu n'as rien compris/

Manue

Temps Mort

Sur les rivages d'une plage, la tete dans les nuages/
A l'ecart du pool, j'avais trouvé ombrage/
Nous etions loin, mais loin des problemes de banlieue/
Etions des anonymes dans cet autre milieu/
Je deteste ceux qui me testent, testent ceux qui me deteste/
Ceux qui me prennent la tete, qui parle en shit de mes textes/
On s'apercoit vite que les gens parlent pour rien/
Alors je parle moins, et tente de faire le bien/
Si j'ai ecrit ce texte/
C'est pour te mettre hors contexte/
Alors prends ca comme une histoire philosophique/
Prends du recul pour qu'avance ton sens critique/
L'autodidacte n'est pas didactique c'est ça qui est fort/
Il laisse ton esprit à;a quête du pourquoi de tous ces temps morts/

Hearts and Skaters ( Part 1 )

He was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. He had what they call obvious beauty. It required neither a view from the heart nor time to unveil itself. His beauty touched her, as it had many other girls. The first time she saw him, she was so shocked by it, that she couldn't stop staring at him, like he was what she had been praying for for years now. Someone that would change the way she thought forever. She wasn't mistaking.

To her, of course, he was untouchable, unobtainable. Whom ever dared to aproach him was a hero. A brave amongst braves. That person had the courage of a mother about to lose her child. If she was honored enough to be 10 feet away from him, she had to violate herself in order not to go running towards him and tell him how much she loved him. It was unbearable and yet she loved every minute of it. It was eating her alive. Of course, at that time, she didn't know it could be harmful to feel that much. The first time she realised it was in the bus going home from school. He was sitting accross from her and talking to someone( a hero to her). She was staring discretly at him, pretending that she was looking past him, if ever his eyes questioned hers. He then did the simplest thing. He took out a green apple and started eating it. Just that. Her reaction to that simple action was totally unproportioned. Her heart stopped. She cried. On the bus. Right there. She was overwhelmed.

He looked so innocent and sweet at that very moment that it was just a shock to her. She had known him to be really tough (with the chaines he wore,and the heavy metal he listened to), so to see him like that just overwelmed her. Of course, when she started crying for no apparent reason, he thought she was crazy.It didnt matter to her. She thought she had recovered from her outburst when a bit of juice from the apple dripped on his chin and he was forced to lick it off. She was in heaven. She had truly never been that happy. That flicker of his tongue sent chivers down her spine and made her cry some more. And to this day, God knows she longs to see the time that she will feel more estatic then at that very moment; when she realised that she could die for this boy, who probably didn't even know her name. That was the turning point of our story. She had been ready to give him up, because it wasnt going anywhere.

The next day at school, she said "Hi!" to him in the hallway. He didn't reply. Maybe he haden't heard her, maybe he just ignored her cuz she looked so pathetic. She will never know.Or rather we will never know.It hurt her as if it was the worst thing ever to happen to her. As usual, she was. But then a golden opportunity showed itself. There was to be a camp! Away from the pollution of the city, far into the Quebec rurals...At first, when she didnt know he was going, she refused to go. She didnt want to be away from him, in another province, for 2 days.It was more then she could take.But when he finally decided himself to go, it would've been a crime if she hadn't gone. It was the perfect oppurtunity for her to talk to him without the school buzz weighing on them. They were meant to be together, and she had to make it happen...

Thug-A-Licious

NEW YORK -- Baller, rapper and NBA rookie, Andre Williams, a.k.a. "Thug-A-Licious", was brutally knifed last night in front of thousands of fans during a heated NBA Finals game between New York Knicks and the Los Angeles Lakers. Williams, a first-round draft pack and the league's leading rookie scorer, averaging 27 points per game, nine assists, and five steals, also dominates the street music scene with club-banging hits like "Just the Head, Please" and "How Deep U Want It?"

According to eyewitnesses, the charismatic six-foot-four-inch point guard had just left the court after scoring the final 3 of his 32 points, and giving the knicks a slim third-quarter lead, when an unidentified young man made his way to the edge of the court and plunged an ice pick into the back of William's neck. Early reports detailing the extent of William's injuries have been conflicting, but at press time his condition was listed as extremely critical.

Five years ago William's and two childhood friends were implicated in a vicious pool-hall robbery and massacre that claimed three lives. However, the immensely popular 25-year-old, whose court skills have been favorably compared to basketball legend Michael Jordan and is rumored to have nine children with eight different women, was never formally charged.

All of this comes at a time when the sports world is being inundated by influences of rap music and hip-hop culture. And in entertainement industry where sex, money, and power rule, it seems the fine line between the good life and the hood life(a.k.a. criminal life) may forever be blurred.

Damned isolation

But Louis, it's just to painful to shrink back into the shadows--Manue, the sleek and nameless gangster ghoulie again creeping up on helpless mortals who know nothing of things like me. So hurtful to be again the outsider, forever on the fringes, struggling with good and evil in the age-old private hell of body and soul.

Please forgive me if I sound bitter.

I dont have any right to be. I started the whole thing, and I got out in one piece, as they say. And so many of our kind did not. That part is inexcusable. And surely, I shall always pay for that.

But you see, I still dont understand fully what happened. I dont know whether or not it was a tragedy, or merely a meaningless venture. Or whether or not something absolutly magnificent might have been born of my blundering, something that could have lifted me right out of my irrelevance and nightmare and into the burning light of redemption after all.

Sebastien Caron is in the hospital.

First Rap

Mon premier rap, mesdames et messieurs....L'Alfabetik, ne me juge po tro fort..au moins...jai fais des efforts.

/Bb, tu mveu plu?/Ca tombe bien moi non plu/
Jai plu ka ramasser mes affaires/Pi a rtourner ché ma mere/
Jai créer ben des conflits/Et c ca ki nous a detruit/
Mais ten fais po mon cheri/Pi va ten loin vive ta vie/

Bb, chu soulagee c vrai jte ljure/Chui contente car y faut pu ke jtendure/
Ca fsait ben tro longtemps/Ke jfaisais semblant
Javais bo mdire ki lfallait/Jsavais kstai po toi ke mallais/
C toi kya toute foutu en lair/Tu voulais kjme promene les seins a lair/

Jtai aimé, ya rien dmal aik ca/Mais a stheure fau ktu ten va/
Tu mtraitait de schyzo/Dans mon dos/Ca c low/Ta po dsoul/
Astheure laisse moi trankil/Et avoue ke ta po dstyle/
Pi dis a ton pere/Ke jtallée aik ton frere/Pi aussi ton grand-pere/

Ouian c fini/Parce ke ta tro ris/
Mais ten fais po mon cheri/Pi va ten loin vive ta vie

M.C. Queen

La vie en rose

♪Quand il me prend dans ses bras/Il me parle tout bas/Je vois la vie en rose♪

La vie en rose. Un ideal perpetué par les gens heureux. Un principe de vie inconnu pour les gens comme moi. Les gens qui n'ont ont rien à faire des lois et de l'autorité. Les gens sadiques, déprimés et malheureux. Les gens qui sont confus. Qui ne savent pas qu'ils veulent. Ou qui le savent mais ne veulent pas se l'avouer, de peur de se dégouter d'eux-memes. Les gens qui ont un secret. Ou memes plusieurs.

Tout m'énerve:
Les pauvres minables qui ne peuvent pas êtres eux-memes. Les enfoirés qui battent leur femmes. Les imbéciles de blancs qui se croient meilleurs que nous les noirs. Ces rebels qui sont pas rebels du tout. Les POSERS. Les gens qui font semblant d'etre heureux,mais qui rentrent chez eux en pleurant.

Je sais que vous me sentez déprimée aujourd'hui. Vous avez raison. J'en ai marre de devoir cacher qui je suis à cause de vous.Je sais meme pas pourquoi je le fais. Ce doit etre un reflexe conditioné: plaire à tout prix. Faire tout pour que les gens nous aiment. MAIS MOI J' EN AI MARRE DE TOUJOURS FAIRE CE QU'ON ME DIT. J'EN AI MARRE DE MENTIR AUX AUTRES POUR NE PAS LES BLAISSER. J' EN AI MaRRE D'ETRE TOUJOURS CELLE SUR LAQUELLE TOUT RETOMBE. CA SUFFIT MAINTENANT! VOUS ALLER ARRETER DE FAIRE COMME SI VOUS NE SAVEZ PAS QUE VOUS ME FAITES MAL. TOUS LES JOURS, VOUS FAITES SEMBLANT DE M'IGNORER.

Si seulement je pouvais vous le dire en face! si seulement javais le courage de dire que JE SUIS CASSÉE. JE PEUX PLUS RIEN SUPPORTER. C'EST FINI POUR MOI. Y A PLUS RIEN À FAIRE. JE NE PEUX PLUS...

Je suis née au soleil levant.Je mourrais au soleil couchant.

Manue