CKC PUT YOUR GUNZ UP!

IH8CHU *jook*
basically explains last night in 2 words. However, you know how it is over here… we like to give you all the deets on what actually happened… LET’S GO!

So it was a regular Friday, nothing much really happened, except that there were a lot of events going on at night, and it took me quite a while to contemplate and decide where to go… Panthere Noire? Room 22? Rubber Room? Verdun House Party?

I think you know which one I chose… V-TOWN HOUSE PARTY for damn sure!

So as I get my pre-drankage on along with sh4mett, dalicieuse, eagle-mike, and passafesta, in a car.. we decided to get in the whole “emo/scene” mood thinking we were gonna run into a lot of them at this party, so we listened to From First To last, and ended our trip with Panic At the Disco…

I am ashamed of saying that we all sang out loud to this music, which helped us get tipsy by the time we got there, but “it was gonna be okay”, because as soon as we got to the door of the house, 4 chicks were singing some lady gagz, which helped start this whole kerfuffle.

Going in was no problem, there were people EVERYWHERE. Hallways, rooms, bathrooms, stairs, couches… so as we made it through this mess, greetings people we haven’t seen in a while, we made our way to the KITCHEN, because that’s where the real party was at…(or so we thought…).

Pictures, Slaps, Handshakes, and a Happy Birthday song later, we were settled in. Regrouped and dispersed, some of the CKC peeps were there, while others missed out on this.

As Pasafesta and I make our way down to the basement, which apparently was where the REAL PARTY WAS AT…we couldn’t help but look around, and find absolutely no black person in this house. Absolutely None. Not even a token black dude. WHERE WERE YOU LUNICE/TYSON??? Thank god Asana was there, and I got reassured. There ain’t no good parties without dem. Especially when white V-town wangsta’z are playing souljah boy and t-pain on blast (okay i’m not gonna lie, pas. and I danced to both those songs…).

I NEEDED TO PEEE!!!! so i make my way to the nearest bathroom (which had a big line-up) and waited for my turn to come. Guess What? I went in the bathroom with no actual TOILET. there was a shower, a sink, but NO TOILET….. what did I do? Yes, I peed in the fucking shower goddammit! If i didnt pee in there I would’ve litterally pissed on the walls for all that I cared.. my bladder was SO FULL by then….so as i wash my hands (i had to make use of the sink DUH), and made my way out of there, i cross the hallways and go into Tony’s room.

So now it was time for us all to chill in Fivetot’s room. Big Bed, Cereal box, HUGE castle key (that i did not steal), girls lying together, pictures were taken and then BOOOOM! all the video games stacked on a nice upwards shelf kerrfulfeled down to the floor, creating a massive carpet of xbox games. So as we pick them up (while laughing of course, after chanting “YOU FUCKED UP!”), I turn around and I see a girl whaling a FERRET around in the air. GUYS THERE WAS A FERRET IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS WHOLE HOUSE PARTY MESS! how incredible!

So as we mumfled, danced, kissed, petted, and played with the FERRET… I found a huge Knife/Machete/ROBOCOP-TERMINATOR weapon… i thought i twould be funny to joke around with it for a bit… (which was in a span of 2 mins and 34 seconds, until all the girls started screaming).. so I HID the weapon in the cereal box (that i mentioned of before), and told myself that would be the most dangerous thing that could happen tonight….little did I know.. I was wrong.

So a few beers, high-fives, and laughs later, we ended up in the kitchen, once more, going in and out of this other room, where all I remember was GEORGETTE-SUZETTE (the picture of the really happy teethless grandmother of one of the guys). It was like a museum because everyone kept on going in just to see the picture, then run out laughing. (AUGH… she was so funny, R.I.P).

I’m pretty sure it was at about the same time, where all I could see was Red/Blue disco lights going on, thinking to myself that the party is about to start, WHERE THE MUSIC AT???? … but i was wrong.

Someone yelled “Popo’s are here!” and everyone started running in all directions, up-down-left-right-bathroom-cabinet-fridge, while a huge crowd of really angry men come up from the basement screaming at each other about some “STABBING/KNIFE/BROTHER/GIRL/BLOOD”. right in front of my eyes. My first reflex was to take out my iphone and document all of this through pictures (for twitter, initially), but got dragged away by my sister to the backyard door because everyone wanted to GTFO.

..it was not long until the cops had covered all the entries/sorties of the house, and I was trying to go towards the action… but nothing really happened except for people screaming about getting their knives and guns and shooting and killing people..which scared the testicules out of me, but it was gonna be okay… just like sarAUGH/lady gagz(and now NAX) say…

So while Naccs was puking her life away, thinking her boyfriend was gonna die, everyone was confused as to where to go to be safe from all this kimveer gill madness going on…

Then the survival crew got together and we cherished a moment of silence to reminisce the day we all survived. May 15th 2009.

So as we leave the premises, we make our way to the nearest spot where we could be safe.. which was by the water. So a few convos, mooning, and as pasafesta lied on the big rock under 10 coats dying (as per usual).. we decided to migrate to the nearest Mcdonalds (what a surprise) to chill/eat/smoke/drink/and play with ketchup.

The night basically ended with 4-5 of us chillzing in front of a church (we tried to get in so we could be “saved”), which was CLOSED.

so we whailed a taxi and went home.

CKC FTWPUTURGUNZUPWEHAVEDUNITONCEMORE!

WE FIEND ON BEING FIENDS

Okay, so the conversation went from IMDEAD.COM to NOTBEINGDEAD.COM! and my sister does have a point there. We aren’t dead, and we won’t be until we’re done university. (unless we all decide to move in together and start a sitcom show called “Friends”, and be the new generation of those peeps who lived over a coffee place and created kufulfles and awkward moments everywhere they went).

Actually, we are MUCH better than “Friends”. Even though we don’t plan ahead of time as to what is going to happen at the indie parties we crash, we kinda expect the worse…and WE DO IT EVEN WORSE! Are there other crews out there like us? no. I don’t think so. Because we’re probably the most open-minded crew out there, and we don’t have any judgments (unless you break a bed aherm*cough*sarAUGH), and we don’t act all Room 23 while in the company of strangers. I mean, who else could say that they actually pre-drank with a handicapped man called James on a wheelchair, smelling like piss, with his shiny-glittery accordion, playing and singing Christmas carols with us during the mall’s AFTERHOURS????? no one. and we got proof on tape.

Do we even care about what others think? Yes we do, but it doesn’t affect us. If you is chill, we be chill, getit?

Now it’s kinda true that the CKC went through a few transformations all the way from last year, losing one of our prized friends Perez, who got kidnapped and deported all the way to London Town. Pringle got arrested and doesn’t want anything to do with us anymore(HAHAHA). And Pourfacher got over all this overwhelming social-networking world we live in and decided to hermit it down. Naccs decided she wanted to be Lady Gaga and disappear off the face of this planet (and go back to some other planet) and Lalonde fell in love.

Summer is here, and we are now in 2009. This all started back in 2005 and we still be bangin. New members have been initiated (Shoops and Twitter lol) we coined new terms to go by like “IH8CHU” *PUNCH*, AMAZE, SYKE, etc. and we still got a thread going on facebook.

We just need to keep this blog alive. Because people actually read it (FIENDS), and we need to have bigger and better events to crash and talk about (since we’re banned from INDILOFTPARTY) and the other indieparty next to the train tracks was a bust, and we didn’t (and shouldn’t) interfere there or else we would get JOOKED by punks with studs.

We still scare the shit out of people who throw parties (like peer pressure, teenwolf, and iloveneon) because they know we don’t make a light appearance when we go to their parties, but yet again, those parteez are kinda dead, and we need to start having new hangout spots now.

It’s our last week of school and all of y’all are shitting your pants trying to finish it up, but I promise that as soon as it’s all done guys, we will EXPLODE back into society, and the CKC will continue to attack all throughout summer.

I also really think we need to pitch CKC to TV Networks so they could make a cartoon out of us. what do YOU think?

LETSKEEPITALIVE.COM

We are Lost.

So here I am, finally, after a long-long-long hiatus from this blog. I think we all took a hiatus from each other, and I think I know why. We’re all waiting for the perfect moment.

The perfect moment is all that we want. We all want to be together at the right moment/time/space, which fucks us up the ass everytime someone suggests to go out, because every single time there for sure is someone that thinks that it is not perfect enough, that we won’t have those memories that we had over at the abandoned school, at the times we would go to architecture park, or to a party or show, feeling and being careless, intoxicated, and knowing that something will happen.

Is it the winter weather that stops us from wanting all those things? Maybe.

So do you think that summer is the perfect time? It sure is, ‘coz  it’s the time where all we have is each other, and nothing else to care for. Because when we are together, everything is gonna be okay….but what happens if summer never comes? Imagine if summer was completely and utterly erased from the world. Would we be stuck in this timeframe of being lonely, cold, and hungry for fun? Would we? Would we???

Does this mean that all of our memories are trapped in the past? All the times we went to pre-drink in some alley, or some un-expected garage, or parking lot, or even the infamous pharamaprix. All the times we arrived un-invited to a party and created massive chaos to finally end up with the best stories to tell our grandchildren. All the times we opened our arms to new people, to the sketchiest drug dealers, and stealers. The times our best friends got arrested, the times we mistook underwear for a scarf. The times we got caught AND the times we didn’t. The times we hooked up with each other, the times we talked behind each other’s backs. The times we made up, the times we didn’t. All the good times where no-one cared about ANYTHING but each other.

Is it all lost? Or are we just lost in our own world right now? Are we really growing up? Or are we just drifting apart? Am I just being all shivsy and stupid? You be the judge.

[to be continued]

A Younes Christmas

RIGHT NA NA NA

PEREZ IS BACK IN TOWN!

ITS BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE!

AND ALL I COULD THINK OF IS AKON’S NEW TRACK: RIGHT NOW NA NA NA NA!!!!

TONIGHT CKC DOES IT AGAIN, KEEP IT LOCKED FOR TOMOROW’S BLOG A ROLLLL

(PS: AKON DOES NOT SAY CONVICT IN THIS ONE!!!!!!!! OMGOMOGMOGMG)

DOUBLE THE PLEASURE AND DOUBLE THE FUN MAUAHAHAHHAHA