Shout outs to King Loic...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
...who is the Boogiest of them all?
In a landslide, unanimous decision, Divine "Boogey-D" Sebuharara wins. Congrats but this is not the substance of this post. This is in regard to the Summer of 2010.
SEBU-lympics.
Recently, the Javelin specialist, Boogey-D expressed to me that in a Javelin throwing contest she would not only beat me, but she would make it look easy doing it. At the time the statement served as a good laugh, but later on developed a rage within me.
As you may already know, there is nothing I love more than knocking off SEBU's in various competitions to fuel my dominance as the superior SEBU. Quite frankly, Boogey-D does not understand my determination. She will learn.
After I demolish you Buffalonians' proclaimed King, LaJuic, in the 100- and 200-meter dashes and happy feet my way to the finish line, I will smash Boogey-D in our Javelin head to head. Leaving everything on the field and showing nothing more than an innocent smile, I will simply tell her "I told you".
At this point, you all probably assume that I am arrogant, cocky, and an egomaniac. I won't say that I am not, but I will say that I am merely stating the facts and will prove it once and for all come the 2010 SEBU-lympics. Boogey-D: feel free to back down now, just as your brother most likely will, when he sees my Asafa Powell like explosion out of the blocks followed by Usain-esque speed and composure throughout the race. If not, you should understand that I will NOT let you win, and will more than likely try to embarrass you. All is fair in love and winning.
You can have academics and modeling, but in the SEBU household, athletics is mine and I will do anything to take that crown.
Punch your tickets now my little monsters. It will be a show indeed. I just hope my siblings don't mind wearing silver. Until next time call me rude boy.
Long Live The Prince
In a landslide, unanimous decision, Divine "Boogey-D" Sebuharara wins. Congrats but this is not the substance of this post. This is in regard to the Summer of 2010.
SEBU-lympics.
Recently, the Javelin specialist, Boogey-D expressed to me that in a Javelin throwing contest she would not only beat me, but she would make it look easy doing it. At the time the statement served as a good laugh, but later on developed a rage within me.
As you may already know, there is nothing I love more than knocking off SEBU's in various competitions to fuel my dominance as the superior SEBU. Quite frankly, Boogey-D does not understand my determination. She will learn.
After I demolish you Buffalonians' proclaimed King, LaJuic, in the 100- and 200-meter dashes and happy feet my way to the finish line, I will smash Boogey-D in our Javelin head to head. Leaving everything on the field and showing nothing more than an innocent smile, I will simply tell her "I told you".
At this point, you all probably assume that I am arrogant, cocky, and an egomaniac. I won't say that I am not, but I will say that I am merely stating the facts and will prove it once and for all come the 2010 SEBU-lympics. Boogey-D: feel free to back down now, just as your brother most likely will, when he sees my Asafa Powell like explosion out of the blocks followed by Usain-esque speed and composure throughout the race. If not, you should understand that I will NOT let you win, and will more than likely try to embarrass you. All is fair in love and winning.
You can have academics and modeling, but in the SEBU household, athletics is mine and I will do anything to take that crown.
Punch your tickets now my little monsters. It will be a show indeed. I just hope my siblings don't mind wearing silver. Until next time call me rude boy.
Long Live The Prince
Daddy's Home
Welcome back fans. Sorry for the lack of posts lately, but I'm here to save the world again.
If you can't tell by my excessive Facebook status changes, I am back in Vestal. Home of the Prince. I arrived home last Friday and was welcomed by my loving family, the ones who were home at least, (shout outs to The Lord of Darkness and Mama Andrea), and a task set by my brother. I didn't initially know what the task was, yet my brother lured me in to accepting it with a nice romantic dinner at Nirchi's Pizzeria.
He asked me ever so nicely to aid him in shoveling his driveway. Vestal had endured a healthy snow storm, and I felt obligated to help in its reconstruction. He gave no details and I said I'd help.
Despite my always hungry 160 lbs frame, clearly I had bit off way more than I can chew in the waist high driveway snow. As my mother and I switched shovel shifts, my brother watched on contently, basking in the glory of yet again outsmarting me. Feeling bad for my mother, I let her sit in the car as I shoveled away the snow. An hour had past, and I had not completed any more than a 8 by 2 foot path, surrounded by a much larger snow-filled driveway. Did I finish the driveway you ask? Absolutely not. A riot was necessary. I was no longer going be regarded as a work horse by all the neighbors looking and laughing. I threw the shovel and said enough was enough. My brother would have to deal with it himself.
Actually a family friend came by and informed us that he would not mind clearing the driveway out with a big truck otherwise known as a Backhoe. Such a kind man. Bless his heart, although he interfered with my most recent boycott attempt.
When I got into the house, my brother once again tricked me into doing more busy work. This time he played an array of Michael Jackson, Lady GaGa and Madonna music, and let the rhythm soak into my skin throughout my bloodstream. Once the funk hit my nervous system, I was indulged in its fury and experienced the natural high, more commonly know as "The Gushie Stuff". Out of my element and getting my dance on, my brother instructed me to help take down "wallpapes". As he stripped wall after wall and laughed at my misfortune, I began to realize that this break that the University at Buffalo gave me has turned into a experiment for The Bad Guy (my brother) and I was the primary lab rat. Just to give you an idea of how difficult it was, my brother cleared an accumulative 1 whole wall before I completed 6 inches of "wallpapes". Embarrassing, I know.
This is me working under the supervision and nurturing care of Mama Andrea.
If you can't tell by my excessive Facebook status changes, I am back in Vestal. Home of the Prince. I arrived home last Friday and was welcomed by my loving family, the ones who were home at least, (shout outs to The Lord of Darkness and Mama Andrea), and a task set by my brother. I didn't initially know what the task was, yet my brother lured me in to accepting it with a nice romantic dinner at Nirchi's Pizzeria.
He asked me ever so nicely to aid him in shoveling his driveway. Vestal had endured a healthy snow storm, and I felt obligated to help in its reconstruction. He gave no details and I said I'd help.
Despite my always hungry 160 lbs frame, clearly I had bit off way more than I can chew in the waist high driveway snow. As my mother and I switched shovel shifts, my brother watched on contently, basking in the glory of yet again outsmarting me. Feeling bad for my mother, I let her sit in the car as I shoveled away the snow. An hour had past, and I had not completed any more than a 8 by 2 foot path, surrounded by a much larger snow-filled driveway. Did I finish the driveway you ask? Absolutely not. A riot was necessary. I was no longer going be regarded as a work horse by all the neighbors looking and laughing. I threw the shovel and said enough was enough. My brother would have to deal with it himself.Actually a family friend came by and informed us that he would not mind clearing the driveway out with a big truck otherwise known as a Backhoe. Such a kind man. Bless his heart, although he interfered with my most recent boycott attempt.
When I got into the house, my brother once again tricked me into doing more busy work. This time he played an array of Michael Jackson, Lady GaGa and Madonna music, and let the rhythm soak into my skin throughout my bloodstream. Once the funk hit my nervous system, I was indulged in its fury and experienced the natural high, more commonly know as "The Gushie Stuff". Out of my element and getting my dance on, my brother instructed me to help take down "wallpapes". As he stripped wall after wall and laughed at my misfortune, I began to realize that this break that the University at Buffalo gave me has turned into a experiment for The Bad Guy (my brother) and I was the primary lab rat. Just to give you an idea of how difficult it was, my brother cleared an accumulative 1 whole wall before I completed 6 inches of "wallpapes". Embarrassing, I know.
This is me working under the supervision and nurturing care of Mama Andrea.
The Villain.
As you can see, my time here in Vestal has been filled with jobs, duties, and tasks. Although it has been difficult and humiliating to be continually outsmarted by The Bad Guy, time with the family is what I live for. After all the snow in my shoes and paper cuts on my fingers, I still know that the minute I wake up Sunday and prepare to go back to Buffalo, I will miss Vestal. Hopefully when I come back next time, I will be the one to outsmart and embarrass my brother. I hope he's ready. Until next time get into the groove.
Long Live The Prince
Long Live The Prince
Monday, March 1, 2010
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