The *A-List*

The A- Lister, that single individual that stands out from the rest of society, that guy or girl whose spot on the social ladder keeps getting higher the more you reach for it, that individual whose position u secretly envy but can do absolutely nothing about.

According to everyone’s favorite dictionary Wikipedia, “In popular usage outside the movie industry, an "A-list celebrity" simply refers to any person with an admired or desirable social status. In recent times, the term has given rise to any person, regardless of profession, in the limelight”.

They are present in every society, being idolized and worshipped by those on the lower lists. They are easy to spot in a crowd because contrary to what they might want, they will always be surrounded by a crowd. This crowd will most definitely include his or her one closest buddy, but for each one buddy, there are at least 250 well wishers struggling to be seen with the A-lister ,there to mooch off his or her fame and boost their own social standings by being associated with the A-lister.

With clear reference to the college environment, the A-lister is that kid with the mad shades that was born into money. He or she is the kid who goes on four day trips out of town during mid- semester by air, just because he or she needs a change of environment and worst case scenario, He or she could also be the athlete, rapper, cheerleader, stoner guy or girl that is always seen with the aforementioned kid with the shades.

They are a different breed from us on the B-List, C-List, D-List or Z-List. They have their own parties, ideals and views on life that others may find utterly absurd.

Occasionally, you find that one person trying so hard to get into the good graces of the A-lister who pretty much doesn’t give a fuck about your antics. Word of advice:It is best to refrain from such because the A-list mindset is a “what can u do for me for my seal of approval” mindset.

Not to be misunderstood however, A-listers can pretty much fend for themselves and you but the point here is you don’t chose to be the A-lister’s compadre, he or she chooses you. So quit trying so hard, its pathetic.

The public is fascinated by the A-list, everyone wants to know what they are up to next so they can replicate it in another environment where they themselves are regarded as the A-list. It’s funny how the apex of one man’s strength can be the starting point for another’s, the A lister in your area is the B-lister when he or she switches environments.

In essence, the A-list in any society are a fine breed of individuals that are not to be envied or hated on because you really don’t matter to them, they should rather be celebrated and we should hope that we can one day cease to remain on a list and join the ranks of the A-list. :)

Gay Writes :)

What does it mean to be gay? Is gayness innate? In other words, is there a gay gene that homosexuals are born with or does one become gay due to external influences or some need to be unique through imbibing a foreign culture? This was the topic of debate for tonight’s room 8 members.

As a NaIja Guy, is it possible that homosexuals have been in the closet throughout the millennia or do we just think it’s a cool new fad to be expressed. If I decide I want to kiss a guy, does that make me gay? or am I gay only when I want to stick Mr. P up Segun’s Junk-in the trunk?

One school of thought maintains that there is a gay gene, but let’s ask ourselves if there is a straight gene. Going by the rules of logic and reason, since there’s no straight gene then it makes sense that there is no gay gene. Genes affect the physical traits of we humans and not our behavioral traits. There is therefore no reason to be gay other than some sick need to perpetrate a fad that one thinks is cool.

Gay Africans don’t exist. In the words of Alien “If you are gay, then you are NOT African.” Gayness does not reflect African values. Gayness is something learned (I can’t stress that fact enough). Gay Africans share a similar trait with those Africans that let themselves be colonized and reveled in the short-lived gains it brought them.

Other questions abound in favor of homosexuality like How do u explain a juvenile cross dresser or a boy who loves to wear clothes belonging to his mother, sister or any other female figure? What is it that compels a person to pay for and undergo a sex altering surgery that could go wrong in so many ways. Surely it must be something much more than the need to be in vogue, go with the flow or be labeled as one with exotic tastes.

Alas, look again! The aforementioned actions are nothing but signs of dementia. A sex change surgery doesn’t make you a man or woman as the case may be, it just mutilates your genitals and makes your voice sound out of sync. Fucking the same sex does not make you free the inner you that is trapped in the wrong body, it just makes you a freak.

The truth in a few taps of the keyboard is that whether you only fancy the thoughts of kissing another guy and not sex or you’re a femme fatale that prefers to be Vagitarian, U r Gay!!! And u may like to turn a new leaf FAST.

Cheers. J

Vampire Salvation

I look in the mirror and I see no reflection, the thought of fresh blood brings a raging erection. Undead as I am with no reason to be mourned, awaiting the sunlight by which I am to be burned, I grin in ecstasy as my victim starts to quiver, much like I do at the mere thought of silver.

Fangs sinking deep down her neck unmarred, my beastly inheritance from vamp lord *AlucarD. She is my last meal before my self-purgation, from this world of sadness, violence and meaningless destruction.

It is a world with little or no regard for human life, a world where no man is hesitant to take another’s wife. It is a world which is filled with endless tales of strife and a world where if you don’t live by the sword you die by the knife.

Being a part of this world and all of its vice thus requires that I bring out my bloodied dice. Rolling for death would mean I get heaven in a slice. Rolling for life would mean I am no braver than 3 blind mice.

Hence I await the cock’s early crow, my soulless heart ready to go out in a blazing glow. Out of the sky, the solar hangman starts to emerge and thus humanity will be cured of another itch through my actions, I pledge.

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*AlucarD is Dracula spelt backwards

This was born out of the sudden, manic increase in demand for vampire literature. (You know, all dem True blood, Vampire diaries and Twilight people ) ……its merely the tale of a semi repentant vampire, a common theme in all these vampire stuff u guys like to watch……..enjoy J

GeekRant

So I scored the highest on our first INF quiz, Big deal…….the closest person to me on the grade range was a full 5 marks behind. Again, BIG DEAL. Sad thing about this is now, some guy or some chick with whom ive had nothing more than eye contact will decide to get my phone number, or maybe even my room number or maybe sit next to me next class trying to start up a conversation about something I don’t give a shit about.

Yes, yes its ur typical geek story, u’ve heard it before, im blogging stale gist, whatever. The thing is, its FREAKING annoying ok? I can c right thru every move ur making because ive seen all those moves a thousand times already! Interest me with something new because im just going to play along with u and end up being of no use to in the end.

One time, this fat pseudo intellectual girl that loved answering questions in class tried some shit. I say pseudo intellectual because I know uve met dem types before. U know, those ones that never keep their mouth shut and make others think they are in the top 5% of their class by confusing lecturers to hide the fact that what they are saying, (Take a deep breath there, I know the sentence was long but its like that for dramatic effectJ) is nothing but a steaming pile of SHIT!

Anyways, the teacher asks us to group ourselves for a project and she’s sitting in front of me when all of a sudden, she turns her king kong carcass around to say cheekily J “You want to join our group, right?”. God strike me down if I didn’t want to puke there. I replied with a polite “No! I do not want to join ur fucking group thank you…im not doing groups dis semester J”

Now I know some of u r saying he’s a beauty racist, if she was a hot chick he wouldn’t complain blah blah blah….yes ur probably right but in any case that’s not my main issue here. The point is that u know, u can like to be someone’s friend first before u start showing ur stupid gold-digging nature to the person. All of a sudden im cool because INF 201 test 2 is on Friday and u just came to sit here with me because u just had to discuss Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf’s disco light relationship with me or how drogba was so mean to arsenal last week.

Take a chill pill ok? Dudes and Dudettes. All you have to do is know how to read and READ, the rest will take care of itself. Its particularly annoying to me because im not really the sharpest pin in the stack, I answer most of my questions with common sense or something I learned from watching Californication. So u know, the next time u get that bright spark of confidence to become a one minute friend, I suggest u either come up with something that would blow my mind so hard that I cant say no to, or fuckin take time out to read. :P J

Richard

Richard, Richard, you brought this shit upon me, Now she won’t ever let me be. I feel like the fly in the web struggling to get free, confused, repentant and ready to flee.

You gave me the chance to practice my sin, you who treated her like some next dustbin. For me it was business as usual, no long thing, but now she fights to be my queen.

Lying in bed, I hear the BB ping, hoping its naive Tina, my heart starts to sing. My teeth, all 30 of them begin to shine like bling, Instead it’s you, black widow, asking for another fling.

Being with your girl made me feel like a Casanova, but the perverse high I got from it is now over. I wish I didn’t start this thing in the first place ever, because now she wants to be with me forever.

I ping her back to say “I’ve got class”, she replies me by saying “I’ve got good grass”. Babes i don’t mean to sound like an ass but I think on this one I’ll definitely pass.

It’s now Saturday the fourteenth, Valentine’s Day again Richard. It’s my anniversary of stealing the only fruit in your orchard, I feel so sad, so bad and so mad like a retard, I’m with her again and I just can’t get Mr. P hard. :)

UNTITLED

Its 9 pm on Thursday night, you know the night before the Friday night and everyone is out of sight so I go ahead and switch off the light. I lie in bed and hope things will be alright. My girl’s not spoken to me since our small fight; the burger beside me awaits my first bite. I hope to God I end up being right.
I lie on my bed typing this out of boredom and despair knowing that no one will really care but what must be done must be done, If I am to stop myself from dying in oblivion. The time is now. That is why I write, my latent creativity shining bright that through these words, some others may see the light.
I sit and stare at my laptop screen for hours on end wondering what to do. What to do, what to say, what is to come. I wonder about the future since the past and present haven’t been fair, I wonder what good luck or misfortune lie in wait for me out there, I wonder when my life will become everyone’s affair.
“Worry not, there’s absolutely nothing to fear” Alien says in an unsuccessful bid to cheer. It’s a merry fucking New Year, there’s lots of opportunities everywhere. But I just think he’s being overly optimistic and forgetting the aspect of life that borders on the realistic.
In any case I’m not so dumb as to resort to taking away the gift of life; I haven’t even converted my girlfriend into a loving wife, so chill out Death, with your reaper knife because with you I seek to have no strife.
Though games and music and food succeed in consoling, for fame and fortune my heart will forever bleed, not withholding. I await my chance like the werewolf does the full moon, like those who wish to dance till the next noon, like a larva waiting to burst from its cocoon; I know my time will come very soon.
:P :)