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Malandro gender in French is called "racaille"

Sunday night I was reading a book when suddenly I started to hear shouting in the street. As Venezuelan good gossip, I stopped running to see what was going through the window. My face lit up with joy and excitement to see two sides of French malandritos entered a point of boring. There were about 10 French teenagers on the street all dressed to the ghetto. Half were male and half female. A black and an Arab were falling loudly, insulting. Out of nowhere, pushed the black Arabic and there is really put together the PEO. It was a "teen-drama." Las Chamas, all wanting to be ghetto white, began yelling, " SALIM NO, NO" . The more "little while" until he tried to get between Salim and the black to avoid boring. I did not want CONAZA avoided, I wanted blood. I wanted my own show on Boxing from my window.

The black seized the Shaman had clung to Salim for a kick. The shaman got scared and took off in the middle. I realized that the sheath was getting really good when Salim broke a bottle against the pavement. Malandreo total. Adolescent girls were crying, children, teenagers trying to separate their panas to avoid spilling blood, it was like a movie. Do not ask me why, but I was super excited. Malandritos want those who are always screwing shook I always wanted to beat them. I dislike those pussies mother, wanted to see them bleed (I admit my morbid). Unfortunately, at that very moment, an old building opposite mamahueva shouted from her window "I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE." That was enough to leave the Chamos running and will take their fight elsewhere. Mother's pussy, I wanted to see. Old fucking shit, shit always all events.

he passed the excitement, I could not help thinking, "had long without seeing shows like this." The last time was when I was 13 and I was staying at my maternal grandmother. I remember that she lived in downtown Barquisimeto. Every night the prostitutes stood on the street and every night was the same ment, falling to taxi drivers and prostitutes threw bottles. But then it made me think, "Where the hell am I living?" In theory, the area where I live is considered to Paris (not outside) and also has a reputation for being quiet. After being stolen twice and have seen a pain in the ass on the street, I think I'm living in the Paris suburb .

The more I think, more arguments for thinking that I live in the neighborhood. For starters, my street is always full of thugs. Malandro said in French racaille (pronounced "racai"). In the same way as the thugs in Venezuela have the worst taste in clothes, these mamahuevos here are not far behind. I love Adidas clothing and listen to rap. In my street there are two small groups of thugs on the street always wasting time talking crap. One group in front of the kebab (fast food restaurant in France where they sell sandwiches kebab) and the other meets in front of a rotten building. There is always a mamahuevo who puts his music on his cellphone to fuck fuck, smoking is the mountain pass and making joke of all pedestrians. Fucking losers.

mind what can be considered cool be a thug? Seriously, being rogue is the most loser in the world. Is worse than can be collected. I can understand that there are people who feel a vocation to the crime, cool. But I say, whatever you do, do it right. If you want to be a criminal lead, but I know the best you can be criminal. Dedicate yourself to a mafia, robbing banks, serial killers, do what you gotta do it big. But do not believe the cock maladrito triana because you are a shit. And that's what gives me more arrechera the maladro, racaille them, the homeboys, always feel like the kings of the trash. Poor idiots, do not know her ass cleaned without smoking a joint.

corduroy sometimes I would like to buy a gun and go kill people stupid. Do not we fall to stones, stupid people stands out for its stupidity. If the child Jesus bring me a shotgun this year, I promise to walk off a Sunday night on my street to kill all the fucking bastards do not let me read in peace!

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Here is a video like "COPS" of the French police and racaille. Note that at the end says something like "and get in that bus for delivery to your home ( chez eux) " with an African photic ago. Obviously, the final triple seemed offensive. The vast majority of racaille born in France and were educated in France. Here you do not have papers goes quiet. Anyway, as I always say, never underestimate the power of denial .

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A case of optimism against pessimism French Creole

“This [book] has been written against a background of both reckless optimism and reckless despair. It holds that Progress and Doom are two sides of the same medal; that both are articles of superstition, not of faith.” [1]

Earlier this year the World Press confirmed what I took months, saying the French are anal. Surveys showed that of all European countries, the French were the most pessimistic. Even though unemployment here and looks to Ireland, where GDP deficit is not alarming quarter of that of Spain, here the frenchies go screaming "End of the World!" In the streets. This made me think of that article came out saying that Venezuela was the fourth country happiest. How can a country as fucked up shit and underdevelopment can be so happy? Is the typical case is miserable rich and the poor who are happy. Optimism is a case against pessimism French Creole.

Seeking an Apartment

The native always has a good repertoire of stories Great sleeve. Once I was at a birthday party and heard the following:

• Juana: Chamo, which ment I am looking for an apartment in Caracas
• Pedrito: No girl is worth, get a good apartment in Caracas is easy. Moreover, the brother of my cousin got an apartment in Los Palos Grandes, 150m 2, 2 parking spaces in less than a month and given price.
• Fulanito: WHAT? A month? It sucks, that's too long. My dentist's sister got a Pent House in Valle Arriba, 300m ² and 5 parking spaces in two weeks. Much cheaper than the apartment of the Palos Grandes.
• Pedrito: Quiet girl, so do not stress the apartment alone going to fall from the sky.

In France it is quite the opposite. Before moving to Paris, I began to wonder what it was like to get an apartment in the Capital. Sheath and cherry to mourn me. Almost all answered me: "apartment in Paris? Oh la la, it takes a long time, if you get. Paris is too expensive and there is no apartments are finished. I spent 4 months looking to get mine. "Unlike the Venezuelan who invents a story more horny than before, the average French person always tells you the same. Once you hear the same sentence a hundred times, you are convinced of your convictions. Only a "French " he said, "quiet, get on this page and visit all the apartments with your wallet in hand." I got my apartment in less than three weeks. To all who come to France, this is my only advice: not believe those frenchies.

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All Venezuelans told me the same thing before coming to France, " French is just like the English, and you'll see that in less than three months will be trilingual. " I regret to inform you but ALL were wrong. Absolutely no one told me, "put the batteries, that language is fucked up." Moreover, until stories surfaced that they learned French Creoles in less than two months when visited Europe. This story I wrote in "5 Steps French." But what I have not told is how the French respond.

To begin with, and speak in French all the time, write in French all the time, if you do not speak French as your first language, no French you accepted as "bilingual." You can say, " hey, how well you speak" , but they say in the same tone that one tells the baby "look how big you ." In Venezuela, just any idiot out of the first level of the CVA and calls herself bilingual . One day I happened to say, "if one day return to Venezuela, able to give French lessons" and the reaction was as if I had said "when I leave here can I ride my rocket-space and travel to the Twilight Zone. "According to them, French is so very difficult, that even the French speak French well. If I had a euro for every time I've heard a Frenchman say " même nous hein, on fait des fautes (" even we ah, you make mistakes, "; as it letter by letter) may expropriate Venezuela Chavez! Here complain much kids have many spelling errors in the school. In Venezuela, we complain that our mothers pussy can not read. Still, more than a walk called wise because he understood "Who Moved My Cheese" and "Rich Dad Poor Dad." Here, only Victor Hugo and Emile Zola are considered true owners of the French.

I have an exhibition

In Venezuela, the best way to get a good grade is through exposure. Anywhere, good Creole can ride the show. If you're in a meeting, you have to tell the best jokes, to have the best stories and so from an early age, overcome stage fright. Even the most shy of the class can make a statement without reading word for word. The basics for a good exposure in Venezuela is: get organized, do not read and look at the audience in the eye.

frenchies Here you have PA-NI-CO exposures. In two of my classes, the teachers offered the opportunity to earn 50% of the note through an exhibition. The teacher had not finished the sentence when I was by hand. In Venezuela, when the teacher offers something like that, you have to fall into pain in the ass so you do not remove an item. Here, no one raised their hand. The face of terror that had all was not normal. People began to see the sides as if the teacher had asked, "Who wants to sit in the electric chair?". I can only say that there is no better soporific than an exhibition of French. Is to commit suicide boredom. The hell they sit, and read word for word exposure. Never look up and you have to do a triple effort to listen, speak mother pussy inside. I've been asleep more than once, and I'm not alone. Sometimes even the teacher can concentrate. If you ask them, they will say "Posting is too hard, I'm not going to happen."

In fact, when I left my last review, the pod seemed like he was leaving a funeral. The long faces, tears in the eyes of the people. I asked more than one, "How did it go?", All concluded, "I will scratch." I felt bad because I do not think there scraping. Neither came out hitting a cry to heaven, was the most difficult exam I've done in my life, but hell, it is not to dig his own grave. Apart from all, nobody here gets 20 points. It's like that against the law or something. Here the best note to which you can hope for is a 16. If you're a genius, you can aspire to a 17 or 18. If your first name is Jesus and are a child of God, can you take 19. Only one report submitted by the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit can dream of a 20. For the rest, the Patrie tells you every day, in every way: "You're a loser!".

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Honestly, I do not prefer either. On the one hand, the native optimism makes you think someone or something to get you out of bad. This "quiet is not worth it ..." even when it is for comfort, frenándote ends. It turns out that when you stay quiet, nothing happens. So in Venezuela people are still complaining about the government without ever wondering, "what I can do to live in a country better?". The Venezuelan believes in pregnant birds. But on the other hand, the French sometimes defeat without even fighting. So here the people do not learn languages, because he believes that languages \u200b\u200bare elusive, not aspire to greatness because the 18 is out of reach. When I said, they say " are well not to be arrogant." But end up being worse than arrogant, they are the executioners of hope. Obviously I do not mean all . I know more than one, regardless of their nationality, assumes the difficulties without losing ever sight of the possibility of victory.

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[1] Arendt, Hannah The Origins of Totalitarism , "Preface to the First Edition ", New York, Harcourt Press

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A Flor de Piel

Olas / Skin (Official Music Video) + Credits from Peter Ponk on Vimeo.

This post is dedicated to Skin, from members who played in the Intercollegiate up which kept the flame alive even today.

ardi Once upon a time he had never read or Freud, and Plato. Before Philosophy, Madness and any other hobby, I had a rock band. It all started when I asked the Christ child a guitar for Christmas of '99. I can only say, Jesus is Rock'n'Roll because this year I brought a black electric guitar. For 2000, instead of dancing the waltz with my dad for my fifteen years cut my hair and I joined with my best friends to form a band.

Venezuela In 2001, one could still go to Arts without having secured 75% death. Entries for the Intercollegiate Festival Rock were open and Valery Knox, Peg, Zerpa, Chivita and I launched for the Ateneo de Caracas. The hardest part was filling out the form, especially the part where you had to specify "Genre of Music." And had taken us months to find a name. We had passed by 2000 Bleu Stars in the Sky (when you're 15, you're stupid), Skin Deep by (name Valery rejected because it sounded like Gipsy Kings), reaching Skin. We did not have much time to fill out the form, and the question did not seem so important, we define our gender as "Nu Metal" that day. Even today I would not put a label on our music back then, but if anything I'm sure it was not Metal .

Finally came the day of the Intercollegiate. I remember at that time I was tared and smoked. Rather, at that time lit cigarettes and avoid coughing in public. I felt cool and rocking it smoked and had a rock band. Vices should be able to return to not feel so Gallas and losing all the time. The day of the Intercollegiate, all we got thousands of hours before we had to play. We tune the guitar every five minutes and I secretly wanted to mourn and vomiting from nerves.

When we finally had to enter the clubhouse , I could not help noticing a group of Orcs from Lord of the Rings. Dirty monsters, metal and Cures disguised Satan. Amid all the commotion in the backstage , one of the Orcs will not stop screaming " WHERE'S THE BEEF HEART I bought my Mom?" What the fuck did a beef heart in an Intercollegiate Rock?

Orcs played right before us. WAS AWFUL! For starters, they were like seven human beings on stage and tune each instrument was more than the other. These buddies were terrible, everyone touched by his side and music other was to vomit. To close, they played a song that lasted about 10 minutes, each of the seven members made a single. In minute 8, the singer came out and began practicing as an exorcism. The corduroy was like possessed by the devil and the blue, came the beef heart. That band is still the most pathetic band I've ever seen. For others, the exorcism of Orcs caused euphoria. All metalheads gorillas began shouting and clapping as if Ozzy Osbourne had eaten a bat on stage. We realized we could not the best idea in the world having "Nu Metal" as a genre of music. At that time we realized that all the bands that played that day was Metal-Metal. Festival organizers had distributed all the bands in three days, the first day was for Alternative Rock, Punk for the second and third for Metal. That day was full of Orcs Ateneo and they wanted to Orcs as winners.

When he left Skin on stage, no one understood why we were not wearing Iron Maiden shirts, and why our drummer not used double pedal. It was like a crazy contrast between all the bands we metalheads chacaiteros us, skirts, dresses, makeup and cute. Orcs laughed at us while others were stunned to see four girls using so much distortion. I had never been so scared in my life, but it was worth. One night in 2001, Ramon Castro went out and announced the end of Intercollegiate Rock Festival, clarito remember when he said, "the result is skin deep" ...

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We stand and live our own Miss Teen-Venezuela, half of the Ateneo stopped booing. Turns out the fans metalheads Orcs could not accept that a band of pure women win. All metalheads gorilla were so aggressive that security guards had to lock us in the dressing rooms for those animals would not attack. We spent two hours locked in the dressing room while we were shouting out PUTAS. There are videos of the elderly gentlemen yelling "these carajitos only won because he slept with the jury." Obviously a woman can not win anything, not a job unless you sleep with the boss. But still, that night was one of the best nights of my life. We did not win the Intercollegiate Festival that year, but won the Festival Alma Mater and then the New Bands Festival the following years. Skin somehow revolutionized the role of women in the Rock Venezolano. Skin today remains the best BANDA DE VENEZUELA and continues to inspire more than a tattooed arm and mounted a guitar on his shoulder.

After FNB, I retired from the Rock to devote to philosophy. Fortunately, Skin follows. Just released their first album and their first video. Really, I recommend you watch this video. I'm sure after they see you, will run to the first store to buy the album. Do not miss them live. Also, if you get to the singer Valery with the disc in hand and mention you read ardi vs madness, she not only give you an autograph but also a surprise.

And in case anyone is wondering, "Do not you regret having left the Skin?" The answer is, "all days of my life. " But that's life, there are moments where you have to choose, always be a void. Even though I chose France, somehow, Skin always be a part of my being.

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If you want to call me a bitch ...

Why ? Why is everything always has to be reduced to "what is necessary for the catch is that? Today the blog has received the following comment:

" To see if it survives the comment, but I looks like you need a plumber to "pop" - 5 years!! ah well, you're in France, something must be done while the groom appears! Lol "The Lord

Dude, your comment not only survive, transcend. Your comment inspired me to address an issue that I had on the tip of my tongue for years.

honestly do not understand why everything always comes down to it. Come on people, this blog is crazy, dare to get out a little clichés. First of all, who - apart of the respective religions - said that one needs a boyfriend to shoot? It is absolute hypocrisy to think that every woman who does not wait until marriage is a slut . If that is the case, as I'm sure more than one here is a motherfucker . Today, who in addition to the Opus Dei aims to marry a virgin? It's absurd. It is equally absurd to think, every woman who has sex with men other than her boyfriend is a whore . Venezuela is the typical mentality. When a man lies with thousands of women is a hero, if a woman sleeps with someone other than your boyfriend, then it is a bitch.

If countries like France would give 400 kick beat Venezuela is precisely because clichés like these. One pillar of "saved for marriage" is nothing more than a joke here. Here people go to bed without confessing Sunday. All that sexual assault is boring. What is ment to shoot? Not deny that there are complications, such as people truly promiscuous and sexually transmitted diseases. True, there are more of a human being who has to go abusing gonorrhea genital rubbing. There are also those who fear any kind of sentimentality, but the syphilis or worry. More fearful of a "I love you" than a "have AIDS" is truly pathetic. What is true is that associate prostitution with premarital sex is just moron. I do not understand how some people as losing pods keep believing them. In case some of you learned: Welcome to Siglo XXI. Word of Freud, love.

If you want to call me Bitch , shake with rage . The point is that I do not need a boyfriend I uncover . For starters, there is nothing covered. The only thing is to think well covered. So in Venezuela abortion is illegal and gay marriage are not even close as topics of debate in the country because people got stuck thinking that the Pope and Jesus have tea together on Saturdays. Nothing covered a woman like me. Luckily I'm in La France and not in the Cloaca, luckily here I have to walk defending my reputation .

Amigo "The Lord", your comment is stupid, corduroy. Remember that I am not the typical loser whose life revolves around a penis. -fucking-Au contraire, if my life were so loser, was married with a child on the way, no titles, no second or third language. But that's not the case. Anyway, I'm not tied to Catholic bias como para abstenerme hasta que me case. Puede que necesito años de terapia, puede que necesite mil vainas a la vez, pero definitivamente no necesito comentarios como éstos.

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