by B.J. on 6/30/2004 07:46:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Till a Real Blog Comes Along. . .

Posts You Will See Some Time Whenever (Just keep checking so you can add hits to this site cause I'm pathetic and judge myself by quantity):

- First Day of Classes at (drumroll please, accompanied by an infamous smug tall English chin): ***UCLA***

- Orientalists Movies

- Facts, Facts, Facts

Yeah, classes at super LA have started. Overwhelmed. Me just trying not to fail and constantly trying to assert that I fit in intellectual-wise after turning in the most subpar high school record (I have never gotten straight A's in my life, eh, I hate grades anyway. Anything above a B is fine by me.) those admissions people saw the first time around. I haven't had the time to think while there. Just need to get used to it. . .I hope. . .weeee.

Oh yeah, and the next blonde-haired driver in a West LA BMW that oodles on to my lane with a flick of their wrists while holding and talking on the cell phone WITHOUT signalling will get rocked, meaning I will grab my rifle, aim, snipe, make a perfect incision through the windows, then hit the driver, which will instantaneously stop that BMW dead, likely on Sunset and Highland. I will have the foresight to switch lanes.

 

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by B.J. on 6/27/2004 01:26:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Thanks to Camille for that little screw-throwing design. Everyone peep it out ! That's my lil sister, bitch ! She's rising up from the Edie-tae-bo-bangs-look-alike-do-nothing-girl-slob she are (sic) at home. As for her design, now I just need to know where to put it. Zwahahahahahahahahahhahahah (caught this expression from the days Trina used to have a blog and I thought it was halo funny).

 

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What You Will Know From This Post Should Make You, A Westerner on a Computer, Happier

by B.J. on 6/22/2004 09:24:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Reading the Everything But Basketball message boards at basketballboards.net, I realize how much I don't know anything about the situations around the world like in the Middle East and South Korea. And when I don't know too much about something, I rely upon my imagination to fill in the blanks.

When I think about these "other" situations around the world outside of the USA, I always think about how easy I have it compared to them, how they would glide if they were handed a life like mine right now.

The problems I imagine they have especially in Sudan and the Middle East always have to deal with something like gunshots everywhere, other physical threats combined with the raping of civilian's/people's human rights. My imagination's primarily from watching movies like the Gaza Strip and reading stuff like stopthewall.org and watching CNN. Maybe I'm way too easily swayed by media, but I'll continue cause this is my imagination and you can tell me what's wrong with it.


These people in Sudan and the Middle East are entrenched in a world of massive uncertainty while the most uncertain thing of my day is taking my mom to work (hey in South Central LA though) or probably some math test that I could make up (hopefully if I ever fail there would be another chance to make it up, please ? :)) I imagine that the ways they cope/survive with this massive uncertainty and stress, would ensure them success here.

On that tip, I suggest we trade certain useless spoiled straight white male upper middle class college kids named Colin, who fuck the shit out of all the blondes with no intentions of ever doing anything productive or the anti-affirmative action Bitch Chris also shooting for that prestigious business major who suggests that immigrants quit immigranting.

Heh, I think back to these people's problems, you know, the outright shooting of people, the disregard of human life, etc. and finally end thinking: how do these people get used to that ? Specifically, I occasionally see pictures of them smiling and I think damn, you guys can actually do that ?

It's weird. I'm just here living the easy life doing nothing more stressful than washing my clothes (I know some of you are amazed that I can wash my clothes). Why me ? Did I do some sexual favors for a god/(hopefully)goddess in a past life or something ?

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by B.J. on 6/19/2004 05:20:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Nothing in Particular

At UCSC's College 9/10 Dining Hall at the front table where they swipe you in.

Tourist (likely from Japan): Hey, aww you Mica Joedehn [Michael Jordan]

Kwanza, cool demeanored dining hall employee: (Smiles, but doesn't look anything like Michael Jordan especially having a thicker build being much shorter, having hair and a beard, and knows that the only reason this tourist said that is because he's black and so plays along and pimps this shit down) Ye-ugh, I'm Mica Jordin bitch. (Says it the accomodating, friendly way a home depot employee would reassure a customer that they have/can do something: "yeah/sure, we have that (or yeah/sure, we can do that)" Smiles more and does a head nod)

 

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by B.J. on 6/18/2004 08:48:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Access for All: Restore Funding to California's Higher Education Outreach Programs

University of California and California State University Outreach Programs Are Necessary
Who's affected?

An E-Mail first and then my own commentary.

(Take Action Here)

UC and Cal State outreach programs try to reach out and provide opportunities to three groups of students:

Students from lower-income families
Students who attend low-performing schools
Students who are the first in their families to attend college
Many, but not all, of these students are African American, Latino, and Native American, groups underrepresented on California campuses. Poverty, attendance at a low-performing school, and being the first in your family to attend college are all strong barriers to preparing adequately for the competitive admissions process. A severe shortage of guidance counselors in California's schools exacerbates the challenges these students face.

Do the outreach programs work?

Yes. UC and CSU outreach programs are currently providing tutoring, academic enrichment, and guidance to 85,000 California students in grades K-12. Many of these students go on to UC or CSU campuses. 35.8% of African American and 46.6% of Latino students who enrolled as freshman at a UC campus last year had participated in a UC outreach program.

Are the outreach programs costly?

No. UC and CSU outreach programs have a high impact at a low cost. These programs are projected to cost $110 million over the next year and a half. This is a tiny fraction of our higher education budget. The programs were already cut by $46.6 million last year.

How do the outreach programs make a difference to individual students?

Maria Robles, 17, attends Pittsburg High School in the Bay Area. Because of her participation in the Puente Project, she learned about admissions to UC and about the campuses themselves. She plans to attend the University of California.
Carla Mena, a UC Berkeley senior, reports that she would not be at UC Berkeley without the outreach program she participated in. "I didn't know about other opportunities," she says.
Why do outreach programs matter for an entire university -- and for all of California?

Even the conservative U.S. Supreme Court recognized this year that the benefits of diversity "are not theoretical but real, as major American businesses have made clear that the skills needed in today's increasingly global marketplace can only be developed through exposure to widely diverse people, cultures, ideas, and viewpoints."

Finally, California benefits when qualified students who would otherwise miss the chance are given the opportunity to achieve.

What I Say (Just in Case You Might Care)

You are more prepared for college when you're white, from the suburbs and not from some impoverished neighborhood.

Take a look at the difference between Crenshaw High School in South Central Los Angeles (infamous epicenter of the Los Angeles Riots) or "South Los Angeles" full of "minorities" vs. San Marino High in a super-Republican white and Asian suburb of Los Angeles in just their web pages.

At first glance, Crenshaw looks like they're trying to empower their students while San Marino is trying to prepare their students for futures in colleges and careers from the start.

In it's first page, Crenshaw tries to stir up school pride by saying "we're" number one. Then you click on enter, and are taken to their page, with their Cougar logo and motto "striving for excellence" plastered underneath that logo. Beneath the motto and logo is a picture of a handful of predominantly black and brown students and one white guy. All this evokes feelings of solidarity and unity as some kind of success.

Meanwhile, San Marino shows off their building and blueness, casually stating their excellence. There are barely any pictures of the students, and when they are it's because they somehow got in the way of the luxurious, pretty facilities.

Another major and THE striking difference between the two is that Crenshaw talks about simple "graduation requirements" under the News Section while yuppy San Marino is all about "college" in their career center page.

Now, gee I wonder why it's like that.

Maybe because it's tough in a neighborhood like South Central Los Angeles ? And they're trying to empower them to survive ? Survival sure as hell isn't an issue in that nice lil Republican town. Their issues are fat white kid bullies pushing you over for lunch or something, not gang members with knives (I admit that those are my own stereotypes and imaginations, but that's likely to be a stereotype from the regular American. And I'm trying to bring you into that situation)

More opinions of Crenshaw High

More opinions of San Marino High

Now in college this is what the handful of these kids do.

I know some people from crappy neighborhoods and low-performing schools who started out engineering but have since switched to less practical subjects such as sociology. The reason they have switched has largely been because the math is way too hard in college. They didn't learn how to prepare straight out of their low-performing school. They thought "studying" meant one hour and be done with it like in high school when it actually meant a prostitution of yourself to your work for 10 hours a day like I learned in my ritzy yuppy private high school education.

Outreach programs at least help to let these kids know what's up. It won't completely stop all failing, but at least it helped let these kids know what they're getting into. Heh, I know it helped welcome at least one Latina girl who cried because the Filipino Student Association's outreach was so touching. Outreach gives them folks an immediate support system.

Groups and support systems like that in such an individualistic society are probably something hard for white America in general to understand. The most moderate of folks think its so easy to turn off all color and that we minorities ought to assimilate (why do we adapt to their culture anyway ?). Even the most liberal of white folks have trouble comprehending because they're all plentiful and can thus easily ignore their histories (while "minorities'" heritages and practices are always put in question), the white guy thing to do is to be "unique." They try and be "unique" on their own, especially on the largely liberal UCSC campus. Being unique is great and all, but minorities come from a different spectrum in which they are already unique, already exoticized to the point where it becomes fuckin' annoying.

Basically, outreach weclomes and helps kids get a feel for the surrounding environment and enables them to make necessary adjustments in their minds that they wouldn't get if they just plugged themselves into this white and Asian (and I don't mean the dark ones) wave of craziness called the UC and CSU systems.

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by B.J. on 6/17/2004 03:22:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Health Care for All Californians

Email from ACLU:

URGENT ACTION NEEDED TO SUPPORT UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE BILL

The Health Care for All Californians Act (SB 921) is just one
vote away from passage in the Assembly Health Committee. We have
until June 22 to act! Find out more about how SB 921 reforms
California's broken health care system at
http://www.sb921campaign.org

Please take action! Call the Speaker of the California Assembly,
Fabian Nunez, and urge him to do everything he can to help this
bill pass in the Health Committee. Even though he does not sit
on the committee, he has tremendous influence in the
legislature.

Here's a toll-free number for Speaker Nunez:

1-888-834-6556

Tips:

1. If you've never called a legislator, don't be nervous: the
staff person who answers your call doesn't want to debate you or
put you on the spot. You'll probably spend only a minute or two
on the phone, once you connect.

2. Be friendly and acknowledge the Speaker's leadership in the
past in expanding access to health care.

3. Tell the Speaker's staff passage of SB 921 would advance the
dialogue on health care for all and is a matter of critical
importance to all Californians, especially to working families.

4. Ask the Speaker to do everything possible to help SB 921 pass
the Health Committee on June 22.

5. Thank the staff member.

Thanks for your help! We're so close to a critical victory.

Heather, Christopher, Elvia, & Clarissa
ACLU/SC Take Action Team
--------------------------------------------------

Please spread the word as widely as possible in these last few
days before the hearing.

http://ga1.org/join-forward.html?domain=aclu_sc_action&r=L7__cK51q1TP

If you received this message from a friend, you can sign up for
ACLU/SC Take Action at:

http://ga1.org/aclu_sc_action/join.html?r=L7__cK51q1TPE

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by B.J. on 6/17/2004 12:00:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

On 2Pac Resurrection

2Pac has the same b'day as my dad. Wow, yesterday. And so for it, I watched 2Pac Resurrection !

So after watching the mindless and predictable Along Came Polly with a smoking hot but overly-done (and I mean done, especially by Pitt) Jennifer Anniston, my mom, dad, sister up and left to their bedroooms leaving me to watch what I knew would be the more useful movie, 2Pac Resurrection. After lobbying hard for them to watch, my parents decided not to watch because "he's what's wrong with society." (And my parents aren't even close-minded conservatives relative to other Filipino families. Hell, they're probably some of the most liberal Filipinos you'll ever meet, but my dad for some reason likes to follow American Republican politics.)

This movie is exactly what every American naturally (as in their beliefs tend to be Republican, Conservative, etc but they're not active) and poltically Republican, Conservative, Libertarian, 2Pac hater should see. I imagine they probably see 2Pac as having something permanently wrong with him and unchanging attaching such traits to him such as "evil" and "trouble-making" rather than looking at him as being a product of a bunch of events. This movie makes it so that they see a person going through even more shit than those yuppies could ever imagine. Maybe a few more of these kinds of movies will help those people those beliefs and even moderates see and understand impoverished people some day and how really hard it is to "make it." (I wish they would've shed more light on how and these people stayed in poverty rather than simply saying it existed)

2Pac was not romanticized as some kind of angel, but rather as an extremely conscious person who spoke about social injustice and change and his life. It tells us how he took so much shit even when he "made it" and how all his opposition made it hard on him. The movie tells us how his words on those subjects were all sparked by the pain of rising from moving around, poverty, and drugs.

Basically the movie tells us how he rode with whatever he felt. So when he was low, he was low, and he'd write about that. When he was high, he was high as in drunk and high and took that to extremes like a 70s rock star (think of Aerosmith's first downfall). So high and drunk that he took it too far with some chick and went to jail for it. When he got bailed out of jail by Suge Knight after having been there for a year, he spoke even more arrogantly and flashed even more prominently all the money and women he had as a way to show the world that they could not hold him down.

For this short period between his bailout and his death, he seemed to see himself as an underdog always getting attacked by everyone. All his public interactions seemed to be more about him than any greater social good. I think he was still recovering from being in that maximum state prison. I got the feeling that he would've eventually snapped this phase of indulgence based on his history of constantly labelling his past self as "immature" showing an ability to change, engaging in such random activities such as acting and reading Shakespeare and the Art of War, and being socially conscious and not having a record until he made a record. So, the movie ended with him being an unfinished product and someone who died prematurely.

In all I just came away seeing Tupac as someone who knew a lot but spoke way too much. The way too much is what the mainstream media captured to make compelling television and articles without showing what triggered Tupac to speak way too much. In the end, "no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowin' its hard to carry on when no one loves you" - the anthem of yet another misunderstood genius

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by B.J. on 6/16/2004 12:52:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

I Edited the last post.

 

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by B.J. on 6/15/2004 01:08:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

My Bad

Sorry, I want to rescind that last post, but I don't want to delete it because I want to keep this blog as realistic as possible keeping the bad posts with the good ones. I don't know everything, I don't know anything really. And that was not my intention with the last post. Sorry to you if you did not get that.

All I do is give my opinions and thoughts, but sometimes it sounds like advice. I hate advice and don't mean to give any unwanted advice to anyone as if I know better. People have their own way of getting around, and I told my way of getting 'round, which may not work for everyone, but my post sounded like I knew the way. Hell no, I don't know "the way" or even "a way" to happiness for myself.

(The reason I say this: I don't want to fuck up kharma and then life becomes very tough. Don't want to go through that cause I'm softer than Charmin. But if this does come I'll do my best to adapt, and foil some kind of resistance towards it. It's the only shit I can do I guess.)

If I didn't attack "college kid problems" in a condescending way I would have been fine. My overall message was just that one way things work for me is that you gotta keep things in perspective. It was not advice, it was me telling the world how I responded, and how things have err. . .never mind, things aren't that great. . .

 

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More on the Artificiality of Everything

by B.J. on 6/14/2004 08:04:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

I am writing this as a response to how I stay manage to "stay happy" at least for some periods of time more so than a call for some random reader just to forget problems.

In the first post about this 2 days ago, I established how I thought everything has been constructed by humans and how everything being constructed by humans is funny.


My whole blurb on this artificality of everything is because I think that life shouldn't be too dramatic as if some petty actions determine your survival, especially with the type of life we've (meaning my friends and I) been blessed with. Being dramatic over things like relationships, etc. Basically life's only as dramatic as you make it (again, speaking for my middle class friends). I'm guilty and probably will be guilty as well.

Thinking of dramatics such as crying and taking "family values" brings me to discuss "life problems." College kid "life problems" consist of dealing with roommates, poor time management. Outside of a friend/relative dying, break-ups, getting fired, finances not being met, and maybe failing a tough class given that you gave effort, I don't see how there are other problems in college from a macro (look-at-the-rest-of-the-world-and-see-how-you-stack-up- perspective) these college kid problems are not that big a deal. (Then again, I had little to do because I have engaged in so little.)

When I think of college kid problems and them overreacting, I always imagine a person scrapping the garbage to survive in Somalia and look at that in contrast to the college stupid ass who ODs every weekend.

I'm not saying that college kid problems are not tough, but that I definitely know people have it worse and that college kids (I'm thinking white and Asian folks) really don't have it so horrible it may help to throw things back in perspective before taking things so dramatically. (Oh, hopefully, I'll be able to live up to what I say)

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by B.J. on 6/13/2004 07:17:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Running Mechanics

This is a note to self about running fast through long distances. All I will say is: long stride.

OK now I'll say more (because that statement wasn't really fulfilling): long stride as in your leg has to keep reaching it's furthest with each step of the run.

My experience with the long stride has been that I would look like I'm not even trying relative to a 40-something born again runner with a headband and a walkman working too hard for every step. So with the long stride, you'll be faster than most of America's fat population.

Now all you gotta do is learn how to run fast with a long stride.

Ciao.

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Artificiality of Everything

by B.J. on 6/12/2004 11:23:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Everything around me is constructed. "Everything" meaning my ideologies, information I take in, religions, the clothes. Knowing that "everything" around me is constructed just makes this whole business we call "life", stock full of these "everythings", funny as hell because every time I think of humans constructing things I think of little babies with their building blocks mixing and mishting (made that word up) their random letters and blocks (Sometimes, they may form words). Oh, those (err, us) cute ass humans.

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Santa Cruz in Pictures 2004 School Year

by B.J. on 6/11/2004 03:05:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Structures

My College (Like UCSD's college system)



Pretty View from my college




The Light from my Dorm Room



Sunset on the Last Day at SC



Mural Art (All from Merrill's street block of murals)

Never can go wrong with good ole Che



Bruce Lee ! So lifelike.



Phillippines Like What



American Flag with Native American Tribes as the Stars



Immigrant Art. To those who say that these immigrants should leave.



Ma People

Celebratory smoke with Joel and DS



In front of the college 9/10 mini-mural



On the Porter Wave



Obviously Planning a Terrorist Attack (cause she's Muslim)



Shades of Us



Solidarity at 7-11. Damn, too bad "Tim" wasn't there.



Take that and Rewind it Back


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by B.J. on 6/08/2004 09:45:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Weezer - Only in Dreams. . .

Weezer - Only in Dreams

But first the thought that comes to mind with this song is just the good times that you saw. And the good times winding down and fading away becoming just fractured figments of the past and parts of my imagination. This is the reason why it will be so bittersweet going to UCLA. I think I'm going to be HOMESICK (and remember that I was the LA kid who was homesick for LA last year) for Santa Cruz for at least a few months.

Maybe I'm just on an emotional Vivian Green-type high after sniffing my socks all day and my own odors but I don't know if I will ever have as many great daily conversations with anyone else as I have consistently with Daniel, Roy, and just recently, Des. OK not to completely mythify you folks, but you motherfuckheads have been the tightest group of friends to ever talk to. The first group of fuckers (hey, were all primates here) who have somewhat understood me (not that I'm complex to know).

Anyway, back to the song and its images, I first heard this song while in Mr. Wachi's (R.I.L.B. Rest in Long Beach) room just a few weeks ago.

I know the lyrics are from some guy to a girl, but it carries with it a sense of sustained longing and time just wasting. The light drumming reminds me of a dark snowy Christmas with the only light being in a dark wooden 2 story house.

At the 5:50 mark when the song emerges back up after wininding down for a minute, I see some football and something very proud emerging, Che-like or just some safety wearing #45 doing an elbow hit on some guy trying to make a catch and it being heroic and all that.

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by B.J. on 6/06/2004 11:11:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Far Fetched Dream

To be a medical doctor who completes law school, but becomes a medical anthropologist and uses those experiences to write powerful anthropological books to help snap and boggle the social order.

Man.

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by B.J. on 6/05/2004 10:33:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

More Dorm Fun

Fuckin' spoiled-french-fry eating, diarrhea-making-cause-of-the-volume-of-sodium-high-chair-sitting-having everything-handed-to-them-including-their-ass-later-in-the-future-white kids from other dorms will continue to annoyingly pound on the door as if it is their privilege to be let into a different dorm. There's a reason it's locked. It's to keep you goddamn-anklet-wearing bitches or big-bird-stylish-trucker hat hapa chumps from disturbing people who actually do work and study here. You people will fuckin' die (well eventually, and it's arbitrary that it will be by me, but anyway, with those last couple of words, I think I just diffused the bomb that was me, so the purpose of this post has gone to crap).

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by B.J. on 6/05/2004 05:56:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Premonition

I just dreamed that the Lakers would lose (not that I care cause I really dislike Detroit anyway). And that those sitting in the front row of games will have just wasted a lot of money (I wonder: if I was a homeless panhandler and somehow saved enough money to buy super-expensive front row tickets to the NBA Finals, would I be able to be scalp someone in the raggedy clothes for more than it's worth. Oh woops never mind, I'll just buy a suit and tie at the Salvation Army first. Credibility problem solved. Oh wait, no again, I don't think anyone who's got the money for super-expensive front row tickets would care to roam the streets only to overpay. Maybe this should be an ethnographic project of mine someday).

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by B.J. on 6/03/2004 06:13:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

This Update Is Just to Update You on the fact that I updated the June 1st Post in case you couldn't see the picture.

 

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by B.J. on 6/02/2004 04:28:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Current Mood (Cause You Care How I Feel)



Hyannisport, 1960

The year before JFK got elected as United States president.

I originally saw this picture in my favorite teacher's classroom and would stare at it when the punkass smart kids would rant on and on not knowing that no one gave a shit.

In this picture, life is as easy and breezy as Jackie O's summer wear. It's a Kenny G, "Joy of Life" moment. And that song reminds me of two imagined moments: 1988 at a supermarket in Chicago during a summer day and 1991 recalling that supermarket event in Chi-ca-go. For some reason I also remember all the brick buildings, aquariums, and fireplaces in the daycare I attended when I listen to that song.

The caption of "Hyannisport, 1960" that is in the picture I first saw also brought to mind a few images. Well, first I always think of a well-lit midnight. A midnight with some kind of golden palace where the Wheel of Fortune is hosted in the middle. I am also reminded of the Washington Redskins Running Back Clinton Portis and how he must wear a nice Timex watch after carrying the football.

But back to the picture.

This picture doesn't seem 1960. It just seems timeless and American because we don't see some kind of radical style in any of their clothing and American because this is what the American dream seems to be: to lounge around and look pretty (not that I'm implying that JFK was a slacker) and have fun in the sun, stated in a subtle, somewhat conservative way.

We don't see the many accomplishments of JFK. We don't know in this picture how violently JFK died. We don't really see how he's some kind of great man. All we see is this man "innocently" (we know he was banging Marilyn Monroe) chillin', looking to court this cool, swimwear chick.

We just know that in the spring/summer season hope springs eternal (especially for those who like to engage in good ole' mating).

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by B.J. on 6/01/2004 04:31:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Cool Project from A Student at UC-Davis



[In case you can't see the picture up there, here's what I am talking about: http://www.ill-literacy.org/stopmasturbating/]

Via FSA.

To whitewashed AzN guy who listen to crap like Rancid, take a look at the site and say it doesn't matter how Asians are portrayed: OK keep saying it till you realize that you won't get fucked by a white girl, not a fine one at least. You're at the bottom of the sex ladder for a reason (look down and nod). And media plays a big role in it.

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by B.J. on 6/01/2004 12:27:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

A Tale of Two 7-11s

7-11 One: Yesterday or rather (another white word that I wanted to use !) I went to the 7-11 in the mean streets near downtown Santa Cruz. There was no shortage of customers there. They charged $4.98 for my two ham-and-cheese hot pockets (the real Keith Delesesesespiritubagasamagabasanto treat), which prevented me and my mere 2 dollars left over from grabbing a toll house ice cream bar for $2.19.

After I paid up and stood outside, some dude who straight looked like Kevin Garnett because all black people look the same, with a drugged up blonde girl who looked like she was drooling at the passenger side sped right into a parking space where I was just standing before Daniel told me to get out of the way. After he got out of his shitty '77 Chevy, I make the mistake of making eye contact with this guy. So I played this game (only he didn't know it was a game) with him to see who would stop staring first. He did not seem to be happy with this game. All of a sudden, this Kevin Garnett lookalike was motioning toward me ready to assert his manliness (as if the blonde porno star inside doubted it :wink:) and str8 take me, what would appear to be a short nerdy-looking Hispanic-looking kid with glasses, out. I quickly buckle on this game and shift my glance further to the right cuz I'm Asian and can't compete and into the 7-11 he notices and looks back. This probably wouldn't have happened if I was as big as Shaq cause he wouldn't even think of turning towards me, but alas being small sucks as usual. He strode so easily and confidently into that store.

Little did he know about how he was about to get owned like it was slavery again. What he did not count on was me being AzN ! He came back outside and being Asian I quickly did some sneaky engineer work on his car adding champorado and a big fat langunisa to his steering fluid AND did a side kick to the back of his leg, thus cutting his basketball career at Division 3 UC-Santa Cruz short (He probably had some capacity of a basketball career, but hey at least he can still talk, leaving him the options of comedy or rapping). He lay on the ground breathing heavily. All of a sudden he grew stick straight hair and looked like he was actually trying to recover from pain.

That 7-11 was wack attack.

7-11 Two: Then just last night at the 7-11 near school there was an actual shortage of customers. The store was ours for the taking. Hot pockets were 1.88 each. Full of money and with no other person to take it, I even got to get that Toll House Chocolate sandwich, though it was double chocolate and therefore a little of less quality than chocolate chip, from which I drew a valuable, corny lamp-chop-play-a-long lesson: Say eh to too much darkness. The cookie tastes good when brown and black go together like wamlam lumop and boo bamboo, chang changity chislepop. (And my red, yellow, peach, and mulatto brown could be represented by the hot pockets I got). I was so moved by this 7-11.

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