Thought of the week

Friday will be the last day of 2010. To me everyday could be the last day, but not of the week or month or year but our lives. So be thankful for each day. Take the time to enjoy the little things and not get bogged down with the long run. Never put of something that you can do. Tell the person that you fancy them, worse they can say is they don't like you back. You will regret not asking more then anything else in the world.

Death will come to everyone, could be today or not. Enjoy life, it doesn't last forever.

Christmas

Most people around the world take part in the charade of Christmas. Eating loads of food, spending time with family you don't like and giving gifts. Many people will know nothing of the symbolism behind each Christmas object. The presents; Saint Nicolas gave gifts to a poor family. The Evergreen tree; previously a pagen symbol but used to represent the never ending love of God. ETC...The message of Christmas is to spend time with family, give to those who do not have and revise for January exams. Gifts and trees and crackers and santa do not have anything to do with this but we have become so obsessed with it. If you want to truly celebrate Christmas then you must receive no gifts. You must give generously to the poor. You must help out your family and must revise until you know those text books word for word. This will not happen. No child will ask for no gifts, no child will then give those gifts to the poor. And very few will revise let alone memorise the book. Although I know a few that might already know the book word for word. I don't like Christmas because it's true message has been lost over the years. I just hope future generations can forgive our short comings and enjoy the message of Christmas as it was meant.

Enjoy the holidays, revise hard and eat well.

Giordano

Blog day

Once a week will now be dedicated to blogging so I will have a minimum of one a week. I believe Wednesday is unconventional so I will use that day.

Impressionable Teenagers

I hate how modern media forms promote ideas that are false. Like how the twilight saga has promoted the idea of having someone to love is great, which it is. But if they leave then to move on. Which is also fine. But if they return then to swap between each one, that is wrong. I hate how modern girls believe that can treat guys how ever they want and then turn around and blame guys because they play a game. The game in question is of course Call of Duty. Some guys do not play video games and some may play it but are not obsessed with it. The generalisation is what annoys me. I hate how girls will go around using nice guys making them players then when they go out with a player crying that all boys are evil. I am sorry, if you don't like certain boys. Do not Bloody date them then. If you want to have a good relationship, then go out with a nice guy. But I can say the same for guys. If you want to go out with a slag, then go out with one. Do not expect your girlfriend to drop her knickers (or female boxers) just because you want them too nor should you pressure them into doing it. If this is too much for you and you must shag something then do not cheat. You wouldn't cheat on the mother of your child and if you did then you are a evil person. You will have a spot saved for you next to Hitler in hell.

First Rap

I see the beauty in the world then later MC bout me

While you sit by and try

While you cry

Slowly dying in this game, while I seek fame

All the fans know my name

And when you step on the stage they scream WHO?!

The fucking hell are you

You stand there and choke

Cos you try to lie about how I am broke

But you cry when you know you are

So my words will affect you

And leave a scar on your mind

But cos I’m kind I’ll teach you

I’ll preach and screech till I’m blue in the face

While I’m all up in your personal space

I’ll shout while you pout and turn away and turn colour grey

Suck this gay feeling away

I’m not talking about homosexual

Cos I remember back in school

Learning that that’s wrong

To spit hate in a song

But they were wrong

It’s fine to be gay

Just stay true to the path and don’t stray

I rap my thoughts feelings as emotions too

I don’t intestinally aim to screw, you

I’m the driver behind my wheel

I’m the midnight thief looking to steal you from your bed so I can leave you for dead

You can’t touch this

I’m MC hammer

Didn’t you get that? (No)

Cos you’re as thick as a spanner

I aint time to rhyme about you but I’ll check my planner

I’m free next week

You’ll see that i'm the geek of the street

I know everyone

Mother, father, daughter and son

Am I right?

Don’t try to fight this

Let it take hold of you

Feel my boldness

Not bald

I got hair

I got skill and lots of lyrical flair

I spit bars so well I don’t drive shit cars like you

My left shoe is worth more than you

Now you got me talking bout feet

So what I’ll do is greet you

When I next meet you with a boot to the chest

Cos I’m above the rest

I party with the best

Party all night on the docks of Dover

Wake up next day with no hangover

Cos that’s bad

It would make me mad

I don’t rap when I’m sad

Instead

I lie on my bed while playing my DSi

But please don’t cry

Its lots of fun now that I’ve won and the sun comes out each day in the sky

I’ll pull out my gun and shoot you in the face

Leave a mess all over the place

But words are my ammo

Back in the day it was all bout Habbo

Bobba this and Bobba that

Bobba in all your chit chat

There aint no block in my talk

I got it all on lock

Chicks and cars

Now even my bars too

I aint done this for long

May half a year

So lend me you ear and you’ll hear something great

But don’t be late or you might miss this shit

I don’t intestinally Diss but if it’s shit then I will

She’s my pill

So I’m a user

She calls me a loser but its love

You’re all alone

No one wants you

There must be someone though

But who?

She’ll have nine toes and a stump for a leg

A hump on her back and warts on her head

But even that’s too good for you

Now leave and don’t come back

Go to hell

But the devil won’t want ya cos you smell of failure

That I’m sure

U failed every test and put your name in the wrong box

Got scars on your face cos of chicken pox

I’ll pick up this world and drop it on your head, leaving you dead lying in an eternal bed cos I’m strong as an ox

This is the first of many

My bars are so heavy

They’ll squish you

I can use rasengan or sharingan

That goes out to Ginn

He knows the game and how not to win

You need not play

Only pray for better rhymes but that’ll take time

Which I don’t have

I gave all mine away

Now you’re my slave that I don’t pay

If I got you a wife

You’d owe me your life

I keep meaning to stop

But instead I’ll go fishing

For new ways to twist your lies all that I despise

New forms of dissing

Kissing you with death’s lips around your hips

Near your bum cheek

Every time you talk you send me to sleep

I’m getting bored of you

You put two and two together and end up with five

I’m burying you alive with my words and rhymes

Your shits so bad it should be a crime

Get locked up and end up doing time

Just stop.

It’s over.

You’ll need more luck then a four leaf clover provides

I’ll be strong as the thing when I swing for you

Out for a week

That’s kind of peak

I will give you a second chance to take a second glance over your stuff

To make it real like a snuff movie

I can spit it fast or slow

Make it go hi ho like dock or happy

Then I’ll flip it and turn snappy like a croc

Don’t act like it’s a shock for me to be this good

I was born in the hood

This is one big verse

With no chorus or breaks

It flows well like a winding lake

I can bite you like a poisonous snake

My venom’s my word

But that’s absurd

Impossible even?

Not for me cos I’m smart like Steven

If you didn’t get that then there’s no hope

Hawking’s a G

Just like me

If only you’d see that you can never beat me

Your flow is slow and don’t make any sense

I can buy all your stuff for only 5 pence

I’m a wheeler dealer like Del boy

I can hit you harder than them Greeks in troy

My bars are so good they should be made illegal

I can drop bombs on your head just like a seagull

Or take you out like 9/11

Just step on your head with my big size sevens

Bite off your head like a great white shark

Kill you alone in the dark

I’m a white boy rapping

My word gun’s done capping

You can’t tease me easy cos your rhymes are cheesy

Mild like cheddar

My rhymes are better

So high like a guy doing weed

That’s what you’ll need to come close to me

There aint no test that need be done

This’ battles over

And I’ve won.

Aint got a Title so any ideas would be very appreciated.

Protest 30/11/10

Today was the day we became smart. Today we didn't allow ourselves to become bubbled. We kept moving. This made them angry. They had to charge at us. Now we must continue this. Stop attacking police vans and show the media the truth. Show them the fact we are being attacked for being peaceful. Continue to protest and continue to make change possible.

Sounds about right.

Death

Losing a loved one is always hard. It becomes harder when your ability to vent emotions is non existent. If you have a shoulder to cry on then congrats. It's more then I had. It's been 6 and a half years since the death of my nan. I am unable to vent real emotions. I pretend to and ultimately this is part of me. To hide everything that makes me, me. I remember at the funeral being unable to cry. I acted like a normal day. It was the only way I could cope. Now I look back, It makes me sad to think that she never got a chance to meet my little brother, Jack, or my sister Jessica-Jane. Then I look to the future. I see my own passing. Whether it be seconds after this blog is posted or on the eve of my 100th birthday and therefore miss out on receiving my birthday card from the Queen. Well king, ether William or Harry. If I do last until I am 99, I would've only started to receive my pension 3 years earlier due to depression. I wonder if there is any point in me taking part in the game we call life just to be taken when I least expect it. Most days, I refuse to. I tell myself that I will not marry and not have children but. But on the rare day I feel worthy of a wife and kids I am happy. In my eyes the dead are never truly gone as they leave a scar on your heart which shall never heal.

(I may regret putting this up but It has plagued my mind for so long I needed to release it)

Lost Cause

In my eyes, there is no such thing as a lost cause. As long as there is a minimal hope/chance of success then it is not a 'Lost Cause'. The youth are apparently a lost generation, disconnect with society. Society is controlled by the adults. When the current adults were adolescents they were disconnected with their adults, our current OAPs. So why are we (the youth) a lost generation? If you asked most youth their thoughts on the current economic climate and potential solutions then you would hear some decent answers. Not bad from a bunch of people apparently out drinking on street corners between popping out babies and gaining the additional ASBO by stabbing people. I say no. The percentage of young people out stabbing people and committing ASBO related acts are about as low as the percentage of people who actually believe the BNP are onto a good idea. It doesn't take a Steven Hawking to realise that it's pretty low and if you actually agree with BNP then please go away as this is clearly too smart for you, so please go in the corner and play with some colour pencils.

Recent Student Protest

I cannot comment on the protest of 10/11/10 as I was not there but I can however comment on the protest on 24/11/10. We were surrounded by police and held without water or toilet facilities. A police officer suggested I used the street as a toilet. According to media, a police fan was abandoned due to fears of safety. They also said we were kettled in. The correct term is bubble. If they left in such a hurry, why did they lock the doors? They couldn't drive 10 meters to safety? It was a trap. They wanted us to become trapped and ultimately violent so they could control what they posted to the world. They showed images of violent students and denied using 'horse charges'. But we fought back. We captured them on film charging at us. Now we have our evidence. Now begins the dawning of a new day. A new age. The age of the students.

The apparently blood thirsty and violent students.

Freedom

In this society we must ask ourselves if we are truly free.
I believe we are not. But fuck the system.
Here I'm going to post poetry I have written.

Poem 1:

Love is

By Giordano Di Pino-Forino

Life is good

And life is grand

The best thing in life

Doesn’t weigh a pound

The London Eye at Sunset. A visual representation of the poem.

Love will come

And love will go

Love will knock you

To and thro

Love is good

And love is bad

Love will make you

Very sad

But at the same time

Very glad

You had it to hold

So now you have a story

Waiting to be told.

Yet again, any comments will be welcomed

Giordano

Music

Music now take many forms and the ancients and founders of this art form would look upon us and frown. We have turned their once great art to a mediocre popularity contest. Why must we conform with this pop culture? Who decides who is part of popular music? Just because they are pop means they get more money even though they may only make one single. This is what I believe to be unjust. Why should we be dictated who we should listen to. What if I wish to listen to unpopular music, does this make me unpopular within my culture. What if my music tastes do not fit with the societies' idea of good music. Does this make me an outcast?
What happens when my favourite musicians change to fit in with popular culture?
In my eyes this means they sold out for the money and changed but to the rest of you they became more diverse and ultimately lost fans (although not a lot) in order to gain a better social status and a greater income. In my eyes this is wrong.

Any thoughts, just comment.

Giordano

Attention seeking

This can be a cry for help from someone who is to scared to ask for it
or
Just a shameless attempt to justify one's existence while making their 'friends' feel bad. The thing about this is that eventually they give up and then you really are alone. What then? Then you are truly pissed. You can attempt to re kindle the bridges previously burnt to the ground or find new people to call friends until they decide to run and hide. This is the problem that faces every attention seeker. Me. This is my place to vent and if you think I am attention please look in a mirror and say that you've never done anything like this. As Jesus said 'He without sin, may cast the first stone.'

Comment back (if ya want)

Giordano

Facebook

George Orwell's horrifying book '1984' stated a futuristic world in which we are under the watchful eye of a big brother. This world is similar to the current world we live in. Instead of big brother watching over us, the government uses sites like Facebook to monitor our activity. Now I ask you, are we truly free?

Reply the usual way by asking me a question.

From
Giordano

Me

There will come a time in my life that this world will feel that I am not needed and I will pass on. Note that when  and only when this time comes that I will give up. Until then I shall stand by your side never moving. Even when you do not want me there I shall be there. I never give up on anyone even though you have given up on me.

Any comment, just message me.

Modern Life

Modern humanoids have become obsessed with technology. ( I am no exception)

It is how we use this obsession is now what defines us. Some us it to catch up with so called friends on networking site such as bookface or myplace. Some use it to legally stalk celebrities and tell the world every time they take a shit or breath on sites such as twatter. Yet again, I fall into this category but unlike the hoards of morans reading this I poke fun at humanity and all it's flaws which there are many many many, to many to imagine. 

I am a posed to the media influences on the youth. The main one I am talking about is Twilight. This tells young girls that it is acceptable to love two people, which it is, but use both while the other is away. THAT IS WRONG. I hate the way that most boys are called evil manipulate humans by girls that do that because of things like Twilight. Girls who go for bad boys will get hurt, if you only go after the same type of guys then you will end up with the same results...hurt.

Any comments or ideas for the next blog, message me.

Humanity

Humanity is flawed. We have a hole in our heart that can never be filled, greed. The want for more, better and bigger. To show off in an animalism fashion. This is the biggest argument with evidence in disproving creationism and that evolution is true. Why must be put faith in something that has no logically reason to exist. Why must we doubt things that has factual evidence and are also widely accepted. I saw no more. Today is the day of man. Forget the ancients and move on with life. Everyone is equal, end of.

Life and Love

Without love, life is worthless. Love is great but also terrible. Life is terrible but without any form of love is dire. Everyone and anyone needs love and those who say they do are lying. Ignore what they say and love them anyway.