Monsters all over the world. Big and small, girl or boy, student or dropout. Buffalo has made sure that I have been quite busy for the last couple months, but have no fear because your beloved Prince is back. It has been far too long since we last spoke. I just hope that you missed me a little while I was gone.
On May 7, 2010, I asked that you all allowed me to reintroduce myself and today I ask if I could do the same. I am The Prince. I am now a Sophomore at the University at Buffalo, just holding it down for the Team SEBU Headquarters stationed in Western NY. Between school, my job as a Resident's Adviser (4th floor please rise), and my new sport, basketball (still got love for my track family too), Team SEBU has certainly seen a more versatile Prince than ever before. Unfortunately through this, I began to lose touch with the livest club of them all, Club SEBU. I know my monsters all over the world missed me, but I may have missed you more. Doubtful, but a possibility.
I understand that this post is awfully short, but don't worry, I am back. I also understand you may be upset and expected much more, but you have my word, I will supply the goods very, very soon. Give me some time to sharpen my craft. I am making a comeback just like Kanye, and just like 'Ye, no one man should have all this power. But since we do, we will continue to revolutionize the music and blog world, respectively. I beg you to prepare yourself...The Prince is here, and the time is now. Until next time, don't look down, it's an impossible view.
Long Live The Prince
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
In recent years, I have noticed that Domino's Pizza Parlor has been receiving a lot of flack for its "sub par" pizza. Now I am not a pizza expert, but I know what I like. Quite frankly, there are very few pizza's that actually taste different for me. In other words, all pizza tastes the same to me. As long as it has a hearty crust (essential for an enjoyable pizza-eating experience as it serves multiple purposes, but primarily a delectable, editable handle), some fine cheese, and a dash of sauce with no unidentified leaves or spices, I will most certainly enjoy it.
Let's recap.
At this point, all you know is that I have very minimal or non functioning taste buds when it comes to pizza (or any food for that matter due to The Pursuit of 170). That is a perfectly normal assessment based on the information I have given you, but this is much deeper than that. Roughly 20 minutes ago, I embarked on what quite possibly could be the most delicious adventure of my life.
Reverting back to the Domino's reference would be a wise thing to do at the moment, so join me as we rewind the tape. As I said, Domino's Pizza seems to be falling in the pizza industry. But when my stomach was rumbling and that was the only place I knew where I could order food online (extremely lazy), it simply didn't matter. I wanted food and I wanted it soon. I proceeded to log onto the website and filed in all the information necessary. I then clicked "Build your Order". I felted so empowered with this newly acquired freedom. I knew things would only go up after this, and as expected, I was so correct. I came across the options of Cheese Pizza, with my favorite sauce (Barbecue), and my favorite meat (Bacon), coupled with my favorite soda (Root Beer). I assumed that 3 of my favorite things with Pizza could do no wrong. Naturally I confirmed the order and waited patiently.
"Hello. This is Domino's. We have your order." That is a direct quote from the delivery man. I rushed to the spot, got the goods, and rushed back to my room to indulge.
Now I could go on for days about how delicious the meal actually was, but there would not be enough paper to properly depict the burst of flavor in each bite. If that wasn't good enough, the ice cold Root Beer set me on a natural high that can't be explained. I looked at the pizza closely for confirmation as I didn't think it was real. There was no way something this wonderful could land in my hands. I had found the pot of gold, better yet, the cardboard box with BBQ and Bacon pizza in it. I know I am quite the extraordinary gentleman, but a gift of this caliber is one I did not deserve. In the spirit of good gift-receiving, I obviously gobbled up the entire pizza and never looked back. I even contemplated sending Domino's a thank you card, but decided against it because I think I would lose all creditability as a human. If they 'deliver' (pun intended) like this again, I may not have any choice but to do so. As it stands today, Domino's has catapulted its way into my heart and a top the pizza industry. No parlor has ever satisfied me like the delicious BBQ and Bacon pizza at Domino's. For that, I commend you Domino's Pizza and would like to personally invite you to The Prince's Suite at any given time. That being said, the only binding stipulation to that invitation clearly is that the BBQ and Bacon pizza must venture with you. Thank you for making my night that much better. You will be rewarded.
If you had made it this far in my monologue and enjoyed it, I appreciate your dedication and understanding. On the contrary, if you were disappointed, well than that's an issue you'll have to take up with a Club SEBU supervisor who is willing to listen. Since I am the sole Club SEBU supervisor (along with every other official position), I have no answers for you at the moment as it is past my office hours. Also, my policy regarding those of you who do not like my posts, as stated in my Hater's Disclaimer given out on the first day of Club SEBU, remains the same. Basically don't waste your time, or more importantly, mine. I hope that wasn't too harsh.
I hope this helped at least one of you little monsters who are currently looking for a fantastic midnight snack. I do this for you. In the mean time, I need to get my beauty rest and so do you. Thank you for staying at The Prince's Suite. Until next time nothing's lovelier than you.
Long Live The Prince
Let's recap.
At this point, all you know is that I have very minimal or non functioning taste buds when it comes to pizza (or any food for that matter due to The Pursuit of 170). That is a perfectly normal assessment based on the information I have given you, but this is much deeper than that. Roughly 20 minutes ago, I embarked on what quite possibly could be the most delicious adventure of my life.
Reverting back to the Domino's reference would be a wise thing to do at the moment, so join me as we rewind the tape. As I said, Domino's Pizza seems to be falling in the pizza industry. But when my stomach was rumbling and that was the only place I knew where I could order food online (extremely lazy), it simply didn't matter. I wanted food and I wanted it soon. I proceeded to log onto the website and filed in all the information necessary. I then clicked "Build your Order". I felted so empowered with this newly acquired freedom. I knew things would only go up after this, and as expected, I was so correct. I came across the options of Cheese Pizza, with my favorite sauce (Barbecue), and my favorite meat (Bacon), coupled with my favorite soda (Root Beer). I assumed that 3 of my favorite things with Pizza could do no wrong. Naturally I confirmed the order and waited patiently.
"Hello. This is Domino's. We have your order." That is a direct quote from the delivery man. I rushed to the spot, got the goods, and rushed back to my room to indulge.
Now I could go on for days about how delicious the meal actually was, but there would not be enough paper to properly depict the burst of flavor in each bite. If that wasn't good enough, the ice cold Root Beer set me on a natural high that can't be explained. I looked at the pizza closely for confirmation as I didn't think it was real. There was no way something this wonderful could land in my hands. I had found the pot of gold, better yet, the cardboard box with BBQ and Bacon pizza in it. I know I am quite the extraordinary gentleman, but a gift of this caliber is one I did not deserve. In the spirit of good gift-receiving, I obviously gobbled up the entire pizza and never looked back. I even contemplated sending Domino's a thank you card, but decided against it because I think I would lose all creditability as a human. If they 'deliver' (pun intended) like this again, I may not have any choice but to do so. As it stands today, Domino's has catapulted its way into my heart and a top the pizza industry. No parlor has ever satisfied me like the delicious BBQ and Bacon pizza at Domino's. For that, I commend you Domino's Pizza and would like to personally invite you to The Prince's Suite at any given time. That being said, the only binding stipulation to that invitation clearly is that the BBQ and Bacon pizza must venture with you. Thank you for making my night that much better. You will be rewarded.
If you had made it this far in my monologue and enjoyed it, I appreciate your dedication and understanding. On the contrary, if you were disappointed, well than that's an issue you'll have to take up with a Club SEBU supervisor who is willing to listen. Since I am the sole Club SEBU supervisor (along with every other official position), I have no answers for you at the moment as it is past my office hours. Also, my policy regarding those of you who do not like my posts, as stated in my Hater's Disclaimer given out on the first day of Club SEBU, remains the same. Basically don't waste your time, or more importantly, mine. I hope that wasn't too harsh.
I hope this helped at least one of you little monsters who are currently looking for a fantastic midnight snack. I do this for you. In the mean time, I need to get my beauty rest and so do you. Thank you for staying at The Prince's Suite. Until next time nothing's lovelier than you.
Long Live The Prince
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The End of an Era
And in a blink of an eye it is all over.
If you're thinking Club SEBU is making its departure, think again. 10 years from now we'll still be on top. As much as I would hate to hurt DJ Khaled's feelings (note sarcasm), we are indefinitely the best. The Era that I speak of is the one and only Summer 2010.
For those who do not know, I am currently back in Buffalo for another fun filled year of studying and doing my own laundry. It seems as though I never even returned home for summer vacation considering how quickly it went by. Furthermore, there is nothing I can do at this point to bring summer back so I might as well move on. Since you are probably eager for some more Blog, I feel it is necessary to pay homage to the late Summer 2010, by recapping some major events that I encountered.
First and foremost, I owe the Blogworld an immense apology. At this point you are probably wondering why I must apologize since I rarely make mistakes, but I stand here in my dorm room like a man and admit to all that I, Prince Sebuharara, indeed messed up. What is it that I am apologizing for you ask? As many of you may have assumed, the ESPY nominated (Best Sports Moment of the Year), highly anticipated, SEBU-lympics never occurred this summer. Despite my constant jawwing and Don King-esque promoting, my arch nemesis Loic and I just could not find the time between work, lifting and basketball to participate in either of the races. I understand that a lot of little monsters are quite upset and I sincerely apologize for that. I would also like to apologize to my arch nemesis for not smacking him into reality after I demolished him in both races and abolished his running career. Unfortunately he will have to continue on a little longer actually believing he can beat me. In due time he will learn. I do not want to make the same mistake as last year, but something tells me that this chapter of my life is far from ended. Be on the look out, because the Saga of The SEBU-lympics certainly continues.
On to some other business.
The Pursuit of 170 lbs. This phrase was the motive of my entire summer and could have very well defined how I lived my life for the last 3 months. When I left Buffalo, I weighed a modest 160 lbs, and before I traveled back, I wanted to weigh in at 170 lbs so that I can finally break free from the ridiculous claim that I am skinny. If I saw 170 lbs on the scale, then people would be forced to believe me when I would say I am 'The Baddest Man on the Planet' (after Iron Mike Tyson of course). 170 lbs would allow me to achieve my goals such as beating my brother in Xbox 360, fighting crime in the wilderness (Bears, Foxes, etc), and taking over the World. So, after a long and strenuous summer, I stepped onto the scale and this is what I read. Drum roll please. 162 lbs. Failure. It seems as though whatever amount of food I ate, I continually lost weight. I could not believe my eyes and quite frankly could not believe the scale. A few minutes later, once I woke up from passing out, I realized something. My weight is not what is holding me back from accomplishing those prior goals. Like a Lion, I am already King of the jungle and I can probably achieve them now with the right focus, determination, and a sprinkle of luck. In conclusion, like age, weight is nothing but a number. In retrospect, I will still be in the Pursuit of 170 lbs because my pride will not let me lose this battle. In the mean time, stay tuned as I will most definitely keep the world 'posted' (pun intended) on my weight gain, or better yet loss.
Now what would summer be without basketball? As you already know from prior posts, I am an active member of M2 Basketball. This is the only team I pledge allegiance to. We are an army of men who slowly but surely are protecting the game of basketball. Our teams win/loss record may not have been great but I certainly had fun with my M2 brethren through thick and thin. I'd tell you our record, but I don't feel it is that important at this point and time. There is a far more important statement I must reiterate from an earlier post. Be aware that M2 (along side Team SEBU and Nets Nation) will be making a huge impact in the coming years. You heard it here first, and don't try to take credit for it.
If you were wondering, we played 9 games. You can talk amongst yourselves to determine how many we won and lost. I'll never tell.
Well my eyeballs are becoming a tad strained and I am feeling a little tired. Hopefully as the semester starts, stories will begin to flow in, giving me a surplus of writing material to keep all my little monsters sufficiently occupied while procrastinating. It is my duty to do so. To quote the King himself, LeBron James (not you Joe Mexico), "Don't think for one min that I haven't been taking mental notes of everyone taking shots at me this summer. And I mean everyone!" (Twitter). I am indeed taking mental notes, but to those of you who are showing love and support (this one includes you Joe Mexico). I bid farewell and until next time all I do is win, win, win...no matter what.
Long Live The Prince
If you're thinking Club SEBU is making its departure, think again. 10 years from now we'll still be on top. As much as I would hate to hurt DJ Khaled's feelings (note sarcasm), we are indefinitely the best. The Era that I speak of is the one and only Summer 2010.
For those who do not know, I am currently back in Buffalo for another fun filled year of studying and doing my own laundry. It seems as though I never even returned home for summer vacation considering how quickly it went by. Furthermore, there is nothing I can do at this point to bring summer back so I might as well move on. Since you are probably eager for some more Blog, I feel it is necessary to pay homage to the late Summer 2010, by recapping some major events that I encountered.
First and foremost, I owe the Blogworld an immense apology. At this point you are probably wondering why I must apologize since I rarely make mistakes, but I stand here in my dorm room like a man and admit to all that I, Prince Sebuharara, indeed messed up. What is it that I am apologizing for you ask? As many of you may have assumed, the ESPY nominated (Best Sports Moment of the Year), highly anticipated, SEBU-lympics never occurred this summer. Despite my constant jawwing and Don King-esque promoting, my arch nemesis Loic and I just could not find the time between work, lifting and basketball to participate in either of the races. I understand that a lot of little monsters are quite upset and I sincerely apologize for that. I would also like to apologize to my arch nemesis for not smacking him into reality after I demolished him in both races and abolished his running career. Unfortunately he will have to continue on a little longer actually believing he can beat me. In due time he will learn. I do not want to make the same mistake as last year, but something tells me that this chapter of my life is far from ended. Be on the look out, because the Saga of The SEBU-lympics certainly continues.
On to some other business.
The Pursuit of 170 lbs. This phrase was the motive of my entire summer and could have very well defined how I lived my life for the last 3 months. When I left Buffalo, I weighed a modest 160 lbs, and before I traveled back, I wanted to weigh in at 170 lbs so that I can finally break free from the ridiculous claim that I am skinny. If I saw 170 lbs on the scale, then people would be forced to believe me when I would say I am 'The Baddest Man on the Planet' (after Iron Mike Tyson of course). 170 lbs would allow me to achieve my goals such as beating my brother in Xbox 360, fighting crime in the wilderness (Bears, Foxes, etc), and taking over the World. So, after a long and strenuous summer, I stepped onto the scale and this is what I read. Drum roll please. 162 lbs. Failure. It seems as though whatever amount of food I ate, I continually lost weight. I could not believe my eyes and quite frankly could not believe the scale. A few minutes later, once I woke up from passing out, I realized something. My weight is not what is holding me back from accomplishing those prior goals. Like a Lion, I am already King of the jungle and I can probably achieve them now with the right focus, determination, and a sprinkle of luck. In conclusion, like age, weight is nothing but a number. In retrospect, I will still be in the Pursuit of 170 lbs because my pride will not let me lose this battle. In the mean time, stay tuned as I will most definitely keep the world 'posted' (pun intended) on my weight gain, or better yet loss.
Now what would summer be without basketball? As you already know from prior posts, I am an active member of M2 Basketball. This is the only team I pledge allegiance to. We are an army of men who slowly but surely are protecting the game of basketball. Our teams win/loss record may not have been great but I certainly had fun with my M2 brethren through thick and thin. I'd tell you our record, but I don't feel it is that important at this point and time. There is a far more important statement I must reiterate from an earlier post. Be aware that M2 (along side Team SEBU and Nets Nation) will be making a huge impact in the coming years. You heard it here first, and don't try to take credit for it.
If you were wondering, we played 9 games. You can talk amongst yourselves to determine how many we won and lost. I'll never tell.
Well my eyeballs are becoming a tad strained and I am feeling a little tired. Hopefully as the semester starts, stories will begin to flow in, giving me a surplus of writing material to keep all my little monsters sufficiently occupied while procrastinating. It is my duty to do so. To quote the King himself, LeBron James (not you Joe Mexico), "Don't think for one min that I haven't been taking mental notes of everyone taking shots at me this summer. And I mean everyone!" (Twitter). I am indeed taking mental notes, but to those of you who are showing love and support (this one includes you Joe Mexico). I bid farewell and until next time all I do is win, win, win...no matter what.
Long Live The Prince
Friday, July 16, 2010
Guess who's back?
Hello little boys and little girls.
The Prince is back....hold the applause.
It has certainly been some time since we last spoke but it is good to be back. During the hiatus, a lot of good has presented itself. I am currently enjoying the most wonderful season of the world; World Cup season. This is when I get to dust off the old cleats and shin guards, and wow spectators with my sub-par and rusty soccer skills. At times I believe I could be the next Lionel Messi or Didier Drogba, but then I remember actually playing soccer and realize how bad I've become and how it is probably better that I leave that sport to them and focus on Club SEBU. There's no one who can write a blog like me. I'm something like a King in the Blogworld. Maybe a Prince (pun intended). Furthermore, considering the World Cup only occurs every 4 years, I am exceptionally giddy when it arrives. Although the ending was a tad disappointing this year, I would like to take this time to gives some thanks. Thank you to Cristiano Ronaldo for the extraordinary skill to match his perfectly coiffed hair. Thank you to Ghana for lasting as long as you did. You made the motherland proud. And last but certainly not least, thank you Alexi Lalas. Actually, we should all thank him for, despite working with analysts with very strong accents, and unique cadences, being the only one who made little to no sense in all of his appearances and giving us all the hope of one day becoming a wealthy sports journalist in a sport that we clearly aren't as familiar with as some may seem. I saw right through you Mr. Lalas, but if it makes you feel any better, Alexi Lalas > kobe. Sorry, but that's just how the cookies crumble.
Another addition to my day to day life is M2. This is a crucial part of my individuality. What is M2 you ask? It is a movement. It is an establishment. It is a heartbeat, and the blood needed to operate eternal existence. M2 is a way of life as well as the name of my summer basketball team. Although we are going through some tough times as a team, I still enjoy every bit of it. It is only a matter of time before M2 takes over the world along side Mikhail Prokhorov and Team SEBU. 2012 will not be the end of the world, it will be the beginning of new generation. Nets Nation, M2, and Team SEBU please rise as we prepare for battle. You heard it first and have been warned.
Now that I think about it, give us until 2014 since the losses have become a little too familiar with us. But as always, we shall prevail.
Any who, on to the next one.
I also just finished my third week of my summer job. To set it off, I will inform you on what I do. I work at a local playground as a park instructor for kids ranging from the ages of 5 to about 14. Despite the minor adjustment of waking up each morning at 7:45, the weeks have been marvelous. Considering the days prior I was waking up around 10:30 everyday just to sit in the living room and accomplish nothing all day, I feel like I have made the right career choice. Not only that, I am having fun doing it. Nothing like killing two birds with one stone. (No birds were harmed in the crafting of this post).
As I sit here on my computer, I realize that my eyes are burning from the lack of sleep I have been receiving this week. I do apologize, but I will not give up on Club SEBU and should be posting for months, possibly years to come. In essence, I ask for you to sit tight and enjoy the ride. The Prince is here to stay. Like always thank you little monsters for your precious time. Until next time that wasn't me Rhonda.
Long Live The Prince
The Prince is back....hold the applause.
It has certainly been some time since we last spoke but it is good to be back. During the hiatus, a lot of good has presented itself. I am currently enjoying the most wonderful season of the world; World Cup season. This is when I get to dust off the old cleats and shin guards, and wow spectators with my sub-par and rusty soccer skills. At times I believe I could be the next Lionel Messi or Didier Drogba, but then I remember actually playing soccer and realize how bad I've become and how it is probably better that I leave that sport to them and focus on Club SEBU. There's no one who can write a blog like me. I'm something like a King in the Blogworld. Maybe a Prince (pun intended). Furthermore, considering the World Cup only occurs every 4 years, I am exceptionally giddy when it arrives. Although the ending was a tad disappointing this year, I would like to take this time to gives some thanks. Thank you to Cristiano Ronaldo for the extraordinary skill to match his perfectly coiffed hair. Thank you to Ghana for lasting as long as you did. You made the motherland proud. And last but certainly not least, thank you Alexi Lalas. Actually, we should all thank him for, despite working with analysts with very strong accents, and unique cadences, being the only one who made little to no sense in all of his appearances and giving us all the hope of one day becoming a wealthy sports journalist in a sport that we clearly aren't as familiar with as some may seem. I saw right through you Mr. Lalas, but if it makes you feel any better, Alexi Lalas > kobe. Sorry, but that's just how the cookies crumble.
Another addition to my day to day life is M2. This is a crucial part of my individuality. What is M2 you ask? It is a movement. It is an establishment. It is a heartbeat, and the blood needed to operate eternal existence. M2 is a way of life as well as the name of my summer basketball team. Although we are going through some tough times as a team, I still enjoy every bit of it. It is only a matter of time before M2 takes over the world along side Mikhail Prokhorov and Team SEBU. 2012 will not be the end of the world, it will be the beginning of new generation. Nets Nation, M2, and Team SEBU please rise as we prepare for battle. You heard it first and have been warned.
Now that I think about it, give us until 2014 since the losses have become a little too familiar with us. But as always, we shall prevail.
Any who, on to the next one.
I also just finished my third week of my summer job. To set it off, I will inform you on what I do. I work at a local playground as a park instructor for kids ranging from the ages of 5 to about 14. Despite the minor adjustment of waking up each morning at 7:45, the weeks have been marvelous. Considering the days prior I was waking up around 10:30 everyday just to sit in the living room and accomplish nothing all day, I feel like I have made the right career choice. Not only that, I am having fun doing it. Nothing like killing two birds with one stone. (No birds were harmed in the crafting of this post).
As I sit here on my computer, I realize that my eyes are burning from the lack of sleep I have been receiving this week. I do apologize, but I will not give up on Club SEBU and should be posting for months, possibly years to come. In essence, I ask for you to sit tight and enjoy the ride. The Prince is here to stay. Like always thank you little monsters for your precious time. Until next time that wasn't me Rhonda.
Long Live The Prince
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Elbow Grease
As many of you already know, I am a versatile human, a character of many traits, a Renaissance man if you will. In my week home, I have harnessed another wonderful talent.
Fresh off of my freshmen year in college, no pun intended, my brother did not hesitate to put me to work immediately upon my arrival. Despite an ailing eyeball, I decided that I am a warrior and will be able to work just as efficiently no matter the current state of my vision. In actuality, I am STILL only tipping the scales at 160 lbs to my brother's 175 lbs, and felt that disputing his requests could end up bad for me. A hint of fear definitely drove my decision.
When I arrived at his Den, he directed me to the master bedroom and told me I would be applying a second coat of paint to the wall. He described the painting as a pretty easy task that shouldn't take too long. As he left for work with a smile on his face, I was eager to start working.
I proceeded to turn on my music and ready myself for the upcoming endeavor. Little did I know, I was no where near prepared for this. For the next 5 hours, I sat in an empty room filled with nothing more than an intoxicating aroma and paint splatters on every part of my body. What was supposed to be a relaxing yet productive way to spend my day turned out to be a disaster. To make matters even worse, I knew accepting this job had officially made me the Den's designated painter.
Although the circumstance at hand initially seemed horrible for me, I learned that my skills as a painter were unprecedented. I realized that I actually enjoyed painting now that I understood I was the MVP. Most Valuable Painter. I saw that my precision and accuracy was not only impressive to say the least, it was something I began to take a lot of pride in. I have become one with the paint brush and there was no stopping me. In 5 hours, painting has become my calling and another bullet on my resume.
If you had made it this far in my self-realization, you are probably, yet again upset with my ability to lure you into pointless and ridiculous stories. I cannot apologize since at any point this page could have been exited out. Why one would ever do that is completely besides me. Furthermore, I hope you enjoyed your stay at Club SEBU. It was my pleasure to host you. This should be a big summer for Club SEBU so stay tuned. Until next time, M2, it's a way of life.
Long Live The Prince
Fresh off of my freshmen year in college, no pun intended, my brother did not hesitate to put me to work immediately upon my arrival. Despite an ailing eyeball, I decided that I am a warrior and will be able to work just as efficiently no matter the current state of my vision. In actuality, I am STILL only tipping the scales at 160 lbs to my brother's 175 lbs, and felt that disputing his requests could end up bad for me. A hint of fear definitely drove my decision.
When I arrived at his Den, he directed me to the master bedroom and told me I would be applying a second coat of paint to the wall. He described the painting as a pretty easy task that shouldn't take too long. As he left for work with a smile on his face, I was eager to start working.
I proceeded to turn on my music and ready myself for the upcoming endeavor. Little did I know, I was no where near prepared for this. For the next 5 hours, I sat in an empty room filled with nothing more than an intoxicating aroma and paint splatters on every part of my body. What was supposed to be a relaxing yet productive way to spend my day turned out to be a disaster. To make matters even worse, I knew accepting this job had officially made me the Den's designated painter.
Although the circumstance at hand initially seemed horrible for me, I learned that my skills as a painter were unprecedented. I realized that I actually enjoyed painting now that I understood I was the MVP. Most Valuable Painter. I saw that my precision and accuracy was not only impressive to say the least, it was something I began to take a lot of pride in. I have become one with the paint brush and there was no stopping me. In 5 hours, painting has become my calling and another bullet on my resume.
If you had made it this far in my self-realization, you are probably, yet again upset with my ability to lure you into pointless and ridiculous stories. I cannot apologize since at any point this page could have been exited out. Why one would ever do that is completely besides me. Furthermore, I hope you enjoyed your stay at Club SEBU. It was my pleasure to host you. This should be a big summer for Club SEBU so stay tuned. Until next time, M2, it's a way of life.
Long Live The Prince
Friday, May 7, 2010
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is Prince. Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years. I'd like to welcome all my monsters back to the hottest spot on the block, Club SEBU. I have finished classes, finals and my first year of college, so now I can channel my energy back into the important things of life.
Before we get it started, I'd like to apologize for the unannounced departure from the game. Like the World's best connoisseurs (Michael Jordan, Jay-Z, Eminem, Dave Chappelle, etc), sometimes a brief retirement is needed to rejuvenate our craft. But don't you worry, the Prince is back and here to stay.
In my time away, a lot has changed with me. I would like to use this post as a reintroduction of the one and only; new and improved; the oh so daring artist currently known as Prince. Although I still stand at 6'0" and still weigh in as the skinniest man on the track and field team (allegedly), I have finally decided to take a larger step into adulthood and decided to grow out a full functioning man beard. Now I know it is devastating and shocking to hear that this adorable baby-face has been invaded by hair in the chin region, but all I can tell you is that it is Human Nature, and it was going to happen eventually. For those of you who are really uncomfortable with the new me, don't worry, I like to keep my beard to a modest 10 -15 (depending on how many I count) strands of hair as a tool to make this transition a little smoother. I hope you appreciate this gesture.
Furthermore, I'd like to elaborate on a statement made earlier. It read, in reference to my appearance, "still weigh in as the skinniest man on the track and field team (allegedly)" (Allow me to reintroduce myself). I am sure you are wondering why I parenthesized 'allegedly', in what seems to be an obviously true statement. Here's where I strike you with some knowledge. In the eyes of the team, I am the skinniest, but through my eyes, I have past that stage of life and am just inches away from LeBron James status. This is because I look deeper than the skin for I am not shallow. It took me some time to realize the truth, but I now understand that the "skinny Prince" is nothing but a mere illusion of the mind. I forgive those who have yet to see the light, better yet, see the weight.
What else is new? Well since you asked, I will share. I am 19 years old now as of April 8th, 2010. Hard to believe, but I am less than a year away from being a 20 year old. Scary thought. Unfortunately, my birthday was a disappointing for the 19th year in a row. Each year, I have tried to use my birthday as a tool to push me forward in my efforts to becoming the King. I try to get people to understand how grand my reign would be, but each year my totalitarian motives are discouraged. Besides that, I am always told "Richie, you know your brother is King". After the SEBU-lympics 2010, they will be singing a new tune. Until then I will continue to sing along with Simba, as I just can't wait to be King.
It was nice to waste time with you again. As much as you missed me, I missed you monsters more. Actually you probably did miss me more, but that's for another blog. This really wasn't anything too flashy, but you monsters have been waiting for some time, and I just wanted to deliver a little bit of that addicting funk. As I listen to my Lauryn Hill, and boil some hot water for my next posts, I ask that you get down with your bad self in honor of the resurrection of the finest Club in the universe. I give you my hand to hold as we plunge into a bath of marvelous stories and scenarios that have changed the face of the blogging World. Haw, Be Ready. Hope you enjoy, and until next time, rhythm is a dancer, it's the soul's companion.
Long Live The Prince
Before we get it started, I'd like to apologize for the unannounced departure from the game. Like the World's best connoisseurs (Michael Jordan, Jay-Z, Eminem, Dave Chappelle, etc), sometimes a brief retirement is needed to rejuvenate our craft. But don't you worry, the Prince is back and here to stay.
In my time away, a lot has changed with me. I would like to use this post as a reintroduction of the one and only; new and improved; the oh so daring artist currently known as Prince. Although I still stand at 6'0" and still weigh in as the skinniest man on the track and field team (allegedly), I have finally decided to take a larger step into adulthood and decided to grow out a full functioning man beard. Now I know it is devastating and shocking to hear that this adorable baby-face has been invaded by hair in the chin region, but all I can tell you is that it is Human Nature, and it was going to happen eventually. For those of you who are really uncomfortable with the new me, don't worry, I like to keep my beard to a modest 10 -15 (depending on how many I count) strands of hair as a tool to make this transition a little smoother. I hope you appreciate this gesture.
Furthermore, I'd like to elaborate on a statement made earlier. It read, in reference to my appearance, "still weigh in as the skinniest man on the track and field team (allegedly)" (Allow me to reintroduce myself). I am sure you are wondering why I parenthesized 'allegedly', in what seems to be an obviously true statement. Here's where I strike you with some knowledge. In the eyes of the team, I am the skinniest, but through my eyes, I have past that stage of life and am just inches away from LeBron James status. This is because I look deeper than the skin for I am not shallow. It took me some time to realize the truth, but I now understand that the "skinny Prince" is nothing but a mere illusion of the mind. I forgive those who have yet to see the light, better yet, see the weight.
What else is new? Well since you asked, I will share. I am 19 years old now as of April 8th, 2010. Hard to believe, but I am less than a year away from being a 20 year old. Scary thought. Unfortunately, my birthday was a disappointing for the 19th year in a row. Each year, I have tried to use my birthday as a tool to push me forward in my efforts to becoming the King. I try to get people to understand how grand my reign would be, but each year my totalitarian motives are discouraged. Besides that, I am always told "Richie, you know your brother is King". After the SEBU-lympics 2010, they will be singing a new tune. Until then I will continue to sing along with Simba, as I just can't wait to be King.
It was nice to waste time with you again. As much as you missed me, I missed you monsters more. Actually you probably did miss me more, but that's for another blog. This really wasn't anything too flashy, but you monsters have been waiting for some time, and I just wanted to deliver a little bit of that addicting funk. As I listen to my Lauryn Hill, and boil some hot water for my next posts, I ask that you get down with your bad self in honor of the resurrection of the finest Club in the universe. I give you my hand to hold as we plunge into a bath of marvelous stories and scenarios that have changed the face of the blogging World. Haw, Be Ready. Hope you enjoy, and until next time, rhythm is a dancer, it's the soul's companion.
Long Live The Prince
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