Semester 12 Chapter XII: RIP

Lately it feels I can’t help myself and I gotta start this motherfucker with some political shit. So Texas… I’m positive I’ve covered this topic in this blog already which only illustrates how much of nothing has happened since. Gun laws in the US are fucking insane. Legally speaking, you can barely fuck, you can’t drink alcohol, but you can walk up to a store and buy yourself a weapon. One would assume that years of school shootouts would pressure lawmakers to do something about the policy but nah… Let’s fight minorities, abortion and all that instead. USA is a sick fucking country. Their governments have been a joke for ages. So yeah, I guess the logical thing to do over here is nothing, send some thoughts and prayers and wait for another frustrated motherfucker to shoot up another school or some spot in the black community. There’s really not much to say here. Watching pictures of the victims here is heartbreaking, it is what it is. Rest in peace to all those kids and their teachers and let’s hope for better tomorrow. Against all odds and against everything that’s taking place. We live in a crazy world. 

 

Okay, this thing… Last week was nice. I was riding the wave of love and positivity triggered by that weekend rave. In terms of diving, I did some cool boat diving, some DSDs and a dive with a friend at Yellow Mountain. After some time, I did a dive for this German dive shop in Cristianos. Felt good to be back, I hope I’ll be getting some more work with them. 

 

Outside of that, I’ve been out for a little enjoying life. The other night, I watched this 47 Meters Deep movie with a friend which is basically this trash shark horror flick about two girls with no diving experience who ended up trapped at the depth of 47 meters surrounded by blood-thirsty sharks. And it was pretty impressive how inaccurate the whole shit was in terms of diving. Like wrong wrong wrong. Plus it was really shit. It’s pretty refreshing checking a bad movie here and there. It really makes you think how does this work. I mean how does a screenplay like this get picked for a Hollywood production. Mystery… 

 

I’ve kept myself relatively busy with work too. Plus workouts, Spanish learning and all that. Saturday, I went on a longer walk to Golf de Sur. Some motherfuckers organized a race for quads and motorbikes in the hills I usually walk around which was kinda shit cause they were riding around making all bunch of noise and spreading sand everywhere. Anyways, I made it to Golf, I got myself a beer over there, I chilled on a cliff nearby and then I took it back. 

It’s Sunday early morning, I got new Dreezy on and it seems I’m having another day off on my plate today. Thinking about what to do with it. I hope you guys are doing good. Keep shit positive and don’t entertain bullshit, ya dig? One!

Highlights:

• Diving. Still.
• Eminem Show. They just released the 20^th anniversary edition so I revisited it. Em was a monster back then.
• New Stranger Things.

Semester 12 Chapter XI: Shut The Fuck Up When You Hear Love Talking

Hey y’all, I’m gonna start with another rant. Recently, I’ve checked some interviews with these pro-family & pro-life homophobes and I know it’s basically screaming into a wall but here we go. Homosexuals are entitled to have the exact same rights as the rest of us. It’s really simple as that. The argument that a part of society doesn’t agree and we need to take them into account is ridiculously weak. Substantial (shit, sometimes even predominant) parts of society were super gucci with slavery, with women not having equal rights, with systemic racism and all kinds of crazy shit. And if you are at least somewhat sane, you have to fucking understand that if I don’t want somebody to have the same rights as me, I’m fully entitled to go on ignorant sprees on social media but that’s pretty much all I’m entitled to. See, this is the whole fucking problem. If we followed the status quo, which is basically letting privileged white men tell us what’s right and what’s wrong, women still wouldn’t vote, we’d still have slavery and people of color would probably still sit in the back of buses because hey, that’s how it goes, right? People of color being represented in mainstream media doesn’t jeopardize anybody’s freedom, homosexuals being able to get married and start a family doesn’t fuck with anybody’s personal space, we’re still all good. You can still hate whoever the fuck you want on the low, you can still think that you gonna go to heaven and they gonna go to hell, you can still fuck whoever the fuck you want and poison your kids with your toxicity. You get to be the exact same miserable piece of shit as you are and at the same time let others enjoy equality. Amazing, huh? The point is, we’re all human, we all have our strong suits and weaknesses and we’re entitled to be able to all the good and the bad by the same rules. Creating specific guidelines for those who don’t look like us, are genetically built differently or are of a different gender is basically the textbook definition of discrimination. And if you cannot get this shit through your head, you should just shut the fuck up. Keep on doing you and keep your fucking mouth shut. It’s really easy as that. 

 

Back to this motherfucker tho… I’m still heavy on the new Kendrick. Rich Spirit is my personal song of the year so far. I can’t get enough of it. Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song. Fucking hell. There’s been so more releases tho and I’m keeping my ears to the streets as I always do. Whole lotta good music.

 

Diving. I finished an Open Water course last Monday and then I did another one Thursday through Saturday. That one was super nice. It was this Serbian girl, the vibe was good, everything went smoothly. On the second day, we saw whole bunch of rays and cuttlefish in Abades and on the last day we went to El Balito. Hadn’t been there in a while and it made me realize how much I love that spot. Top notch topography, beautiful rock structures and we got lucky enough to see an octopus out there in the open. No rock to hide under, it was just out. 

 

Then Saturday went. The girl I did the course with joined me and we went close to Medano for this psytrance free party. And it was fucking beautiful. I vibed out like a motherfucker, my altitude was right, the energy was right, the sound was crystal clear… All was good. We left around 7am, hung out some more and then went our separate ways to get ourselves together. But fuck man… Some solid shit. 

 

The title of this blog is taken from one of the new Kendrick songs. And it sums it all up. When the love talking, shut the fuck up. So shout out to everybody who do that! One!

Highlights:

• The rave.
• Diving.
• Stop playin’ with me ‘fore I turn you to a song

Semester 12 Chapter X: Kung-fu Kenny

Okay, I’m a hip-hop head. It’s difficult to explain how much this shit means to me. Granted, I’m a white boy from the Czech Republic but when I jumped in this game as a teenager, I straight up drowned in it. It means everything to me. From scribbling my little raps here and there to getting lost in all the music to eventually finding my frequency and place in it… I still remember falling in love with it as a kid. It’s okay to be fucked up, it’s okay to be in pain, it’s okay to be the black sheep, it’s okay to fight back, it’s okay to be cocky sometimes, it’s okay to act and look however the fuck you like. And it’s totally fine to stand behind it unapologeticly. Head up, chest out, middle finger ready in your pocket just in case. I still remember that shit changing my life back in the day. I’m as much Czech as I am hip-hop, that’s for sure. And I’m in for all of it. I like the lyricists, I like all the trap shit, I like that soul shit… Now, once in a while you get albums that are really fucking good. Albums that make you stop and rewind couple of times to fully appreciate what the fuck you’ve just listened to. And few times in a lifetime you get what Kendrick Lamar just did. The soul, the groove, the lyricism, the cadences, the delivery, the instrumentals, the vulnerability, the messages, the empowerment, the ugliness, the beauty, the struggle, the love, the violence, the family shit… Took him 5 years to come up with a new record and now it’s absolutely clear why. This is the album. And I know it’s too fresh but this is one of those. I feel extremely grateful for that guy for doing what he does. All of his previous albums are classics but this one might be his very best. Hands down. 

 

Okay, now this thing. Life in Tenerife has been good to me. I’m really just caving in trying to plan out my next steps. Got some vague ideas running through my brain… We’ll see where do we land. I finished an Open Water course on Monday and then I did an Advanced on Friday and Saturday plus I finished a Wreck specialty today. Some dope diving. The absolute highlight was a dive in Abades which is now packed with rays. Watching those creatures just chilling in the sand feels so peaceful. You can see the bodies inhaling and exhaling… Kinda funny they breathe water. On the way back on our second dive there we ran into these two turtles and one of them joined us for like 15 minutes. For a moment I was vibing out with it. We were swimming side by side, copying each others pace… Shit was beautiful. The boat dives we did were great too. 

 

On top of that I kept myself busy with teaching, working out and some walks and running. You know… Keeping shit healthy. Thursday, I drove down to Costa Adeje to get a haircut with my guy. Arrived a bit earlier to walk around the area and grab a beer with some sea view. I’ve also been in touch with my people some of whom I might see quite soon. 

 

It’s Sunday evening, I just finished a cup of tea, got Kendrick in my headphones once again and I feel comfortably tired. Did 3 deep dives today. And man, I was fucking on. Everything during those was going left. My guy fucked his fin which I managed to fix, then his LPG hose blew up…. Which I also managed to deal with… And then his o-ring went missing. Which I also replaced. Fucking hell. Anyways… Sending some love to everybody reading and hugs to all my people I don’t see as often as I should. We’ll get there. One! 

Highlights:

• Kendrick.
• Diving.
• An interview with this Czech pro-life homophobic brainless psycho. My jaws dropped for real. So let me take this opportunity to issue a sincere “fuck you” to all you ass-backwards idiots. And it comes straight from my heart.

Semester 12 Chapter IX: Grateful

What’s up y’all. I decided that this time I’m gonna start on a positive note. In the midst of all the nonsense happening all over the world, sometimes I forget about all the beautiful shit. It’s the most basic thing, but sometimes you just gotta slow down, take a deep breath and appreciate the moment. So yeah, I feel grateful for being able to do this. Life, I guess. I’m grateful for navigating the way I do. Today I went on a boat dive and while we were cruising around the island I was like… Damn. It’s pretty fucking cool I do this. I’m grateful for being healthy and in a shape allowing me to do whatever the fuck I wanna do physically. I’m grateful for being as deep in music as I am. I’m grateful for being as deep in diving as I am. I’m grateful for my energy and karma feeling right. I’m grateful for all the people that are cemented in my life. I’m grateful for my family. This whole shit can get painful and confusing but it’s fucking surreal we get to experience this and there’s so much beauty to create or live through. Lord knows sometimes I’m on the verge of going full cynical but I try my hardest not to. I know that all the shit I got is pretty dope, I know for a fact many don’t really have it like that, and I’m perfectly content with the motherfucker in the mirror. And I’m grateful for that too. So yeah, after some time I just felt it’s only right to say this and to give thanks to everyone on the same frequency. I live for this.

Okay, back to thing. Lately, I’ve been kinda retreating into my zone. There’s not that many people to hang out with over here and I’m perfectly fine with that. I’ve been focusing on work quite a lot, getting some new classes, working on getting my rates up… And diving. I’m doing an Open Water course these days with this girl from Malaysia and today I did a first dive of a wreck course with this Italian dude. All good with that. 

 

 

 

Last Sunday, me and my diver friend went to El Medano to climb couple of hills by the sea north of it. The views were spectacular, the hike was awesome, the vibe was good and we even ran ito some big ass abandoned satellite which looks like some sort of Burning Man installation. We flushed it all down with some beer downtown. Plus the infamous ice cream. Happy days.

 

 

Tenerife has been getting warmer. It’s still not full blown summer but we’re getting there. Oh, and yesterday when I was leaving a diving location with a van I hit this car’s rear view mirror. See, before we finished all the diving, the spot got so packed with cars, it was virtually impossible to get out of there. While I was leaving that place, I had this dude running after me notifying me of that and after some screaming on his end, I left a phone number and all the info. Shit is insured, all is good. But yeah, I guess you can add a minor accident on my resume. 

 

 

I kinda feel that life and diving have some similarities. I always tell people… If shit feels too difficult, if you feel like you have to struggle too much or if you feel shit gets too uncomfortable, take a step back, breathe in, breathe out and take it from there. It’s not always easy to stay positive throughout these times but it’s all there. I’ve also recorded some reference tracks last week. It’s funny recording vocals on my headset but it does the job. Gonna re-record everything once back in Brno. Hope you guys are doing well, sending healing energy to everyone who needs it and sending love to all the people who feel whatever I feel. One!

 

Highlights:

• Diving.
• Music.
• My people.

Semester 12 Chapter VIII: Gas Theft Auto

What’s up y’all. Here we go again. Let me start this motherfucker with a pretty interesting thing that happened to me couple days back. I met up with my friends to go to Abades. As I turned the engine on in Pluto, I noticed that the gas level is way lower than I remember. Now, my memory is shit so I don’t usually rely on it too much, but I could have sworn that when I had parked it, it was on at least two thirds and at that point I was looking at one quarter. Whatever, I still charged it to me not remembering shit right. I went to the gas station just to discover that my gas tank cap was missing. So yeah, somebody was probably going car to car around my area stealing gas. I mean, it’s no biggie but apparently these things happen over here too. The fucked up thing is… My cap was actually lockable but I’d never locked it cause… Well, cause I never thought people really do this. Anyways… Got myself a new (non-lockable) cap and all is good. And you motherfuckers deal with your karma. I hope you were in real need of gas. Like life threatening situation or some shit. 

 

Okay, what else. Last Sunday I took my friends diving. We went to Abades and it went beautiful. Absolutely no issues, some nice dives followed by beers in a bar and some more at the rooftop of the infamous Abades church. Good shit. We wrapped the day up at this Chinese restaurant in Silencio. Never eaten there before. It’s one of those Chinese joints that have very little to do with any real Chinese cuisine. All good tho. 

 

When it comes to diving, last week was very quiet. I was keeping myself busy tho. Since I do these trainings and interviews for one of the schools I work with, there definitely was shit to do. I was just missing water so I was happy when I got contacted to do a wreck course over the weekend. Already did first half of it yesterday and I’m gonna finish it today. I’m actually doing it with a Czech dude who asked me to communicate in English with him. Just cause he’s lived abroad for too long and it’s easier for him. In a way, I’m on the same boat, so I obviously don’t mind. It’s just interesting. 

 

As for social life. I did a dinner at 33 with my friends and then we spent one more morning in Abades (yeah, that one when I realized my fucking gas is missing). Thursday evening I drove to Cristianos, stopped by at the Chinese shop for some tofu and then met up with my friend over there for a beer. The same friend invited me to this pool party on Saturday. Now, the friend is 18 so there’s nearly a whole adult person worth of age diffrence between us. So I was slightly skeptical about the plan but I chose to go with the flow. I ended up taking her and 2 of her friends up the hills of San Miguel yesterday. Pluto didn’t like it. It’s steep hill and climbing it with packed car in that ancient thing is not the best. Anyways, we made it there and man… It was total shit. Like some wannabe barbie girls and some half naked wannabe free-spirited dudes… These annoying djs playing the most basic annoying house. The fakeness was so thick I could have touched it. Well, I did one drink, gave a call to my sis and then I fucking left. Christ. 

 

Aight, it’s Sunday morning, I have another day of diving ahead of me, I got some Haru Nerumi in the headphones, vibes are aight. Oh, I also recorded a reference for a track I wanna record when I’m back home. I played with the flow a bit and do like the lyrics. Definitely gonna do some more references while I’m here. Sending love to all my people and all my readers. One! 

Highlights:

• New Haru Nerumi and Future.
• Diving.
• Gas stealing bitch ass suckers. I see you!