Of Chicks, College, & Being ALIVE!!!

Dear non-existant readers…

Since I have failed time and again to come up with any block buster stuff to write…I’m still going to write regular crap to make my self feel better about myself…or take a break from my critical self-abomination.

This time I shall deep-fry you in some shit-load about my college and my acute derogatory diagnosis of it.

Starting with the most important and serious matter…girls. What the fuck is their problem?

the age old cliché in my college is that chicks try n show that the guys in the college are’nt good enough …may be in terms of looks,may be intelligence(I agree with this one only) or anything they think is missing.

Let me share my personal experience first. The moment I entered the college I was brainwashed with stuff like ”make your move now or all the good ones will taken”…or “when u see a chick…think of your seniors first”…wat crap?...

Anyway I heeded to their sermons and made my move…I wont give out any names…I mean I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill myself.and much sooner that I thought …I was famous in the college for getting dumped before even getting accepted. I swear to god, If I could go back in time!!!.

Any way, I vowed never to try the stunt again in my college, for the outer world holds much greater pleasures than one can ever find here. So I moved on (not that I was emotionally connected or anything)

The moral is …KIET chicks are a farce!!... not because they say no…because they are not willing to try. And this is not for all chicks so please don’t sue me.

This by no means implies that the dudes are any good…coz I can count the good ones on my fingers.

Now coming to the lesser important issues like administration…well what can I say…improve the system …think outside the box…be efficient…and some related shit.

The director of my college by the way is not human according to scientists. They believe he is a cross between a hippocrit rhino and a shrewd but softspoken fox…and that he has inherited the rhino’s physical features.

The only respite is the hostel …24/7 electricity n water…(not that we need the water). Playing games on LAN and watching movies is about as close as we get to an orgasm. And even that we sometimes fake.

And to top it all… there is never a single jam session/party/get-together .only fresher parties and farewells.

But I do love one thing …my friends here….i’d be dead without them…

untill next time…seeya fuckers!

Parental Advisory: Explicit Content: The Hip-Hop Blog

aite, this goes out to all those niggas who’re neck deep into hip-hop like I am……the sun comes out to shine for us freaks!..

this blog aims at scruitinising your knowledge of rap…and more probably than not , updating it!.

To define hip-hop succinctly, I’d say that it is the permutation and combination of the following lucid words…

Fuck (the root of all evil), suck, dick, nigga, bitch/biatch/beeyaach, wat-up, motha-fuckka, dawg,love, sex, weed, hole, bang,mammy,ass,butt,skin,etc etc (since u get d general idea)

Hip –hop to me is about the freedom of expression. in the name of a song u can sing any and everything under the sun,as long as any part of the sentence rhymes with any part of the next one.

For an eternity rap was about blacks…enter Eminem with a white boy’s ass which apparently was on fire. In a music genre that was bottomlined by 2pac shakur and redefined by the likes of 50-cent n the game, Eminem shattered the clichés and made his mark. The music sings for itself.

The thing I like about the niggas is dat they stand united as a community.the same people who were subjected to slavery now have set a culture that the whites now wanna be a part of,(Eminem)

Of course u’ve heard of that famous dictim…”once u go black…there ai’nt no goin back!!!”

Fuck yall n ur bitches