cool thing of the day
i saw this guy with his skateboard looking all pissed while standing over three dollar bills. "awww shit..." he exclaimed. he looked around frantically. so he picks up the cash and skates back to where he came from, stops the nearest two girls and asks if it's their money. it turns out it was. cool.
it's one of those damn early morning posts
and i really wish i could read yr mind. i want to know what yr thinking. and this isn't one of those "ahh...i like you, i wonder if you like me things", but i really wonder about you sometimes. when i first met you at the beginning of the year, there was something that stood you out from everyone else. yeah yr physically beautiful, but there's something underneath that. we've shared a few special moments during this past year and i'm kicking myself for failing to have shared more. and i'm not talking in the romantic sense. i could give a fuck about that. i'm talking about real, raw, pure friendship. i think maybe i'm trying too hard. or maybe i'm caught up in something that isn't there. but throughout those few special moments that we've shared, i've experienced this beauty within you that amazes me. and i want to embrace that beauty and dwell in it. you are a strong, beautiful, empowered pinay. and i'm disappointed that we haven't evolved past being just acquaintances.
and i hope yr first year was worthwhile.
there's nothing like blogging when you have an infectious disease paper due at 12:30 tomorrow.
sorry i don't have my priorities in order, dear
so i was talking to jermel yesterday and she was saying how she got a nosebleed from the heat. she was at PCN practice and it just started flowing during the dance. that womps. i can't remember the last time i got a nosebleed from the heat. i used to get them all the time when i was a kid. it reminds me of that anti-drug commercial where the girl gets a nosebleed while taking a test. i don't think she was doing drugs, i think it was just too hot in that classroom.
speaking of hot, geoff is hot. hopefully he'll be my housemate next year.
i've been so tired recently, even though i've been getting at least 7 hours of sleep. maybe i need to start taking naps. or longer naps in class.
poker. yes. poker.
i think the only reason people recognize me from pcc was because i wore a ketchup outfit. i keep looking at in my closet. it's so tempting to go to chemistry lecture with it. perhaps during my final. i'll post a picture up on here soon enough. it's hilaaaaaarious, like nick cannon.
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
I'm just playin the wall, I'm just playin the wall
Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight
Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind
Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind
It's the sex patrol, the sex patrol
Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it
Said I never dance, made advance outside
Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct
so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen
I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green
She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash
Lex Land' or a Path', didn't know the half
I react to flip the script and get ill
My man Malik B kept telling me to relax
Diggin how you're livin on some unreal high
as I realize -- you're not that fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze
She must don't know, I have a sister confused
Thinkin that she's pretty and saditty when I spill
She said, "I might, I think I can, alright I will."
Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor
I said, "Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; you remember."
She said, "I guess."
Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk
And then she said, "You never called me; Mailk you never tried to press.
You never tried to push the seven buttons and address."
I said, "Hold up sis -- you're out of order, man you lost it.
My name ain't Jake; Malik's no Flake that's Frosted."
Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina's rest is self-redeemed
She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team
I should beam up, about-face fall out
And don'tcha even dare to ask why -- because you're not that fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue
Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew
Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two
"MMM, my name's Question, ummmm, who are you?"
She didn't respond, she didn't respond
???*MUFFLED VOICE*??? -- Continue on
Thought to myself, should of said a little louder
Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of
"Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss"
"No, I'm not havin it!" I just got dissed
I didn't get mad, was calm and collect
I didn't call her bitch, I didn't break her neck
Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie
It's a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie
As she walked away, man I couldn't deny
Started lying to myself, man she wasn't that fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
Black, butter umm... that's what I be
Had to tell a girl to set her mind free
Use the Third Eye possibly you will see
what you get, with material objects
Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot
Pretty in your cute limited Express suit
Baby I can see everything you wanna be
See you're gamin as a key to escape poverty
Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz
Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger
Kickin it to me as if I don't know the time
But I'm the BlackThought, I'm all up in your mind
I figure you the kind to say, "Give me a call"
but then switch to act strange, countin on my change
Pay to the order of who??? Not you
Why? You're not THAT fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
You ain't fly
so go 'head, witcha self
tension tension tension
tension tension tension
tension tension tension
tension tension GONE!
JON!!!! hey, so i left u a message on ur cell, but i know u dont really check that,
so i went to slugbooks today and they were outa the reader for chem1C, but never
fear, i had then "special order" it... because u're that kinda guy! haha!
Ok, so they said they should have it in by monday, and i'm leaving the receipt here
with u so u can go get it, they said u need to bring the YELLOW receipts in order
to pick it up. i already paid for it, cuz u had to pay to "special order" it. so ya,
hope u have fun with the ASF kids today, and hopefully ill cu at the chem
review on sunday at the OLC... i think at 1230. ok, ya, so that's all, i feel like
a major stalker being in ur room w/o u and leaving u weird notes. ok... bye..
OH WAIT! and here is ur calculator i borrowed and a hat that judy asked for me
to return to u. ok, that is all...later jon!
luv
Jen
PS- muahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! i am a trickster.... figure out why....
OoooOooOooooOoHH! mysterious....
my eyelids serve as mirrors
when i close and reflect
life and expect answers to come quick
i stick my thoughts in places that they don't belong
but it's wrong to pass phases without changing the song
try to fly by but my wings got hung up
dial tone loud mind lost body shook up
cooking up brand new schemes to fulfill my dreams
but my arms seem too short for me to reach
up to the heavens and pluck stars out from the sky
we always take action but never ask why
we question others before ourselves
we check out but never check into ourself
i bob my head to the beat
thinking this jam is fresh and i'ma try to test
my rhyme skills until there's nothing left
in the back of my mind cause i moved it
to the front of the bus when i bust
i can't segregate... instead regulate
the fusion of the unconscious and the known
just lose it maybe then i'll call it my own
feel like i'm time wasting, girl chasing
displacing feelings, time's fading
still sleeping, life is on snooze
lost caught up in my own rouse now i got to choose
the direction of my lifepath
should i stay forward maybe backtrack
and just listen to the voices
options seem pointless
stop toying with it and quit it
i was listening to Common's "6th sense" instrumental...
so when i was a kid i thought that they crucified Jesus at four months old. think about it. - my cousin Judzon
Haha...man I remember this song
Sweet Honesty - MG
Love is all we need,
and did you know that we can...that we can get along...
you and me, we can only get better,
building a love that's strong...
how can you win, and you lie to me?
and i dont know if i'll ever belive again...
it's just something inside of me, but it's you and you're just cheatin',
Sweet honesty...yea..
wont you belive you could be the one, be the one?
sweet honesty...yea..
wont you belive you could be the one, be the one for me?
Sweet honesty, can you give it to me?
all the love that we had, and i'm down on my knees,
cause, I'll walk out today, if you treat me this way, need your sweet
honesty...
oh yeah...
Sweet honesty...
Love is all we need, but im learning that love can....that it can break my
heart,
I had faith when you made me the promise, we'd never be apart...
how can u win, and u lie to me, and i don't know if i'll ever belive again....
iit's just something inside of me, but it's you and you're just cheatin',
Sweet honesty...yea..
won't you belive you could be the one, be the one?
sweet honesty...yea..
won't you belive you could be the one, be the one for me?
Sweet honesty......
Sweet honesty, can you give it to me?
all the love that we had, and i'm down on my knees,
cause, I'll walk out today, if you treat me this way, need your sweet
honesty...
Sweet honesty...yea..
won't you belive you could be the one, be the one?
sweet honesty...yea..
won't you belive you could be the one, be the one for me?
fuck...i hate the feeling of not knowing...
i made the list again...thanks...
sorry folks =/
people power,
everyone should read this excerpt of this article describing the events of the i-hotel demonstration to get a feel of how the scene should be portrayed during our production. although i have just included the part describing the demonstration, it's especially important that you read the rest of the article describing the background and history of the incident. how are we supposed to portray this on stage if we don't fucking know what we're talking about? this event has deeply rooted connections to a lot of people and should be treated with care and respect. this is not a story made up by the script writers to make our pcc more dramatic, this was a real event that involved real people. this isn't just some bedtime story to put little kids to sleep, this is a call to fucking action. uc students just like ourselves were the ones who spearheaded campaigns to save the structure. the purpose of this story in our play is to pass on its legacy and educate others, but it cannot be passed on properly if there is no passion behind it. that is the meaning of this fucking script. understand your culture and embrace it. we're not here to look cute or show off. we're here to spread our message to others. but how can we do that if we don't even know the message we're trying to send?
-jon
No Evictions! We Won't Move! Word spread among people who had initially defended the hotel and who had promised support if another attempt was ever made to kick the tenants out. For Asian American activists and organizers, who had been politicized in the heat of the first battle and were presently working in the community, word that eviction notices were going up was a beacon call. On January 7, 1977, more than 350 supporters from the IHTA, Asian Community Center, Kearny Street Workshop and other community groups and organizations in solidarity with the tenants formed a human barricade to prevent the police from posting the notices. Chanting "No eviction! We won't move!" the demonstrators forced the city and the police into retreat. The next week, after notices were finally posted, some 5,000 people linked arms around the entire block to prevent the forced eviction of tenants. The show of resistance and "threat of violence" forced Judge Brown to grant an immediate stay of eviction. Brown cited unconfirmed reports that tenant supporters had been stockpiling automatic weapons and gasoline. In May, however, a court ruling strengthened Four Seas' claim of ownership and eviction notices again appeared. Again they were met by massive demonstrations, including a night when another human fence grew eight people deep in front of the hotel. "We have been terrorized by insecurity and fear," tenant Felix Ayson shouted to supporters during the eighth eviction attempt in the now nine-year-long struggle. "We are here to fight for our right to stay!" Again, the tenants won a stay of eviction. On August 2, I-Hotel tenants Wahat Tampao, Nita Radar, Benny Gallo, Ayson and others conducted a sit-in at City Hall to pressure the mayor and Board of Supervisors to support the struggle. The next day, however, the conservative California Supreme Court lifted the stay and reordered the evictions. This time sheriff's deputies and city police came with a show of force stronger than before. Again they were met with resistance. Terry Bautista remembers the duties of the young organizers leading up to the evictions: We all took on any assignments that were needed. Some were needed to work the phones. Some were lookouts on the roof. I remember 20 or more people sleeping on a stage inside the building, while large numbers of other people were helping the tenants. Some would stay with them in their rooms to make sure that nothing happened to them. My job was to be a lookout [for police] at the front door. It was basically sentry duty. The cops could come at any time and we had to be ready. It was like we were getting ready for war.
The plan of action for the inevitable day when the police would come with full force was to form the largest human barricade possible, seven to eight rows deep around the block with even more people layered inside the building, up every step, outside every room. Even the Reverend Jim Jones (yes, that Jim Jones) of the People's Temple had mobilized more than 300 of his followers and arrived on the scene in seven busloads. "Just imagine, it was wall-to-wall people around the whole block," Bautista says. "It was a constant mass of protest. It really was incredible." The police had cordoned off a two-square-mile perimeter to stop what probably would have been thousands more who intended to come to the hotel in support of the tenants. Tenant Nick Napeek remembers getting home around 4 p.m. on the night of August 3. He had heard that the police were coming that night. Around 10 pm, he started telling the other, older tenants on his side of the building to go inside their rooms and lock up. The riot police could be seen blocks away practicing maneuvers in full riot gear; a battalion of mounted police had their horses ready for action. Finally at 3 a.m. on August 4, the cry from somewhere in the crowd came: "They're coming!" Some 400 police in full riot gear rushed the 3,000-person-strong barricade to evict the 50 or so tenants barricaded inside the hotel. The resulting scene, captured on film in Curtis Choy's moving documentary The Fall of the I-Hotel, was of demonstrators, who had been linked arm-in-arm, being forcibly moved out of the way, of police moving in and breaking down doors, and of their brutality to some tenants who didn't move quickly enough for them. Tenant Tony Goolsby told East-West, "They threw us up against a wall in the middle of the building.... One told me, 'If you don't move, I'll break your fucking neck!'" San Francisco Sheriff Richard Hongisto, who had earlier spent five days in jail for contempt of court when he refused to carry out an eviction order, apparently had a change of heart by the time he was leading the line of cops into the hotel. In a dramatic moment, with cameras flashing all around him, Hongisto used a sledge hammer to break down doors to tenants' rooms. The pictures of old immigrant tenants being forced out into the street were shown on newscasts across the country and in many places outside of the U.S. The entire spectacle, according to most observers, including those who had never supported the tenants' stand, was disgraceful. Tenant Florentino Ragadeo, who had lived in the same room for more than 20 years after serving in the U.S. Army and surviving the Bataan Death March in World War II, reserved blame for the real culprits. "I do not blame policeman, not blame sheriff," he told East-West days after the evictions. "The judge! The mayor! I know that they are the ones who have the right to stop the eviction. Especially the owner of the hotel. Before you evict, you should find a place for the tenants...I'm crying all the time...It's not right." "It was like the Roman Legions coming after the Christians," recalled de Guzman. "It was incredible humiliation. We had these elderly men who had to drag themselves to the street, and they were suddenly homeless. A lot of the manongs didn't really live much longer. It's like their hearts were broken." for the rest of the article... http://www.nhi.org/online/issues/107/organize.html