i'm no longer going to be a member...
(well, atleast for now)
peace love and nappiness, all.
(well, atleast for now)
peace love and nappiness, all.
race issues are terribly unfun... debating them, living them, seeing them played out in my everyday life- it just deters one from wanting to live in such a massive and vapid society.
fact: most white americans are "worth more" than colored people. speaking on a country wide statistic study, it is determined that whites are worth about 8 times more than negroes. all of this was determined on people's net worth. net worth is gathered by illminating all of a person's debt and liabilities and only viewing what they own.
seeing to how (most commonly) the most expensive thing a person owns, is their home. a house's worth is based on location and the condition of the house.
shortly after WW2, housing was made incredibly affordable for the returning soldiers. most of them used their GI bills to buy houses for their families. after the approximate 1,000,000 blacks returned and tried to do the same, they were turned down by realtors based on the idea that once an area becomes multi-ethnic, its surrounding area (as well as the property itself) loses a substantial portion of its value.
real estate companies scared the white communities out of their homes once a black family moved into the neighborhood by saying things like "they're coming!". whites who understood the country's economy or just hated blacks sold their houses and moved out. the real estate companies would then sell the houses to other colored people at an inflated price. neighborhoods such as these were considered "high risk" or "hazardous".
this led to the areas becoming segregated and easier to put values on. all that happened from then, helped pave the way to what goes on today with housing and other related things. although it is not commonly talked about, it is very much INDEED a big problem in our country. it's surprising and offensive that none of this has been taken care by now... especially in these proclaimed times of "color blind".
as a philippino/african american, i can say that i don't care if they see my color or not because that is not the issue. it's the way that we are treated because of what people see, THAT'S the problem. i don't think that ignoring race is a good idea. it implies that it's something that is to be hidden or ashamed of. i'm proud of what i am and it is my purogative (spelling?) to be treated as any other american... even if it means treating everyone like a rarity, a drone, or even like a battery, i don't care. just so long as EVERYONE GETS THE SAME TREATMENT, i'll be fine.
(ps: i know the country is here to serve me! fuck, the universe is mine!)
*wipes sweat off brow*
fact: most white americans are "worth more" than colored people. speaking on a country wide statistic study, it is determined that whites are worth about 8 times more than negroes. all of this was determined on people's net worth. net worth is gathered by illminating all of a person's debt and liabilities and only viewing what they own.
seeing to how (most commonly) the most expensive thing a person owns, is their home. a house's worth is based on location and the condition of the house.
shortly after WW2, housing was made incredibly affordable for the returning soldiers. most of them used their GI bills to buy houses for their families. after the approximate 1,000,000 blacks returned and tried to do the same, they were turned down by realtors based on the idea that once an area becomes multi-ethnic, its surrounding area (as well as the property itself) loses a substantial portion of its value.
real estate companies scared the white communities out of their homes once a black family moved into the neighborhood by saying things like "they're coming!". whites who understood the country's economy or just hated blacks sold their houses and moved out. the real estate companies would then sell the houses to other colored people at an inflated price. neighborhoods such as these were considered "high risk" or "hazardous".
this led to the areas becoming segregated and easier to put values on. all that happened from then, helped pave the way to what goes on today with housing and other related things. although it is not commonly talked about, it is very much INDEED a big problem in our country. it's surprising and offensive that none of this has been taken care by now... especially in these proclaimed times of "color blind".
as a philippino/african american, i can say that i don't care if they see my color or not because that is not the issue. it's the way that we are treated because of what people see, THAT'S the problem. i don't think that ignoring race is a good idea. it implies that it's something that is to be hidden or ashamed of. i'm proud of what i am and it is my purogative (spelling?) to be treated as any other american... even if it means treating everyone like a rarity, a drone, or even like a battery, i don't care. just so long as EVERYONE GETS THE SAME TREATMENT, i'll be fine.
(ps: i know the country is here to serve me! fuck, the universe is mine!)
*wipes sweat off brow*
going to my second job makes me feel like Larry Flynt... in the respects that i'm pimping out a culture i love, as opposed to naked broads. fuck hot topic. if they weren't paying my bills, i'd burn it to the ground. 
my friend got in a car accident today, but for some reason i couldn't feel anything for him. don't get me wrong, it's genuinely upsetting news and all, but i just couldn't feel sad, worried, or whatever one normally feels when they find something out like this. it reminds me of when i'd go to funerals and not cry or even be sad... i'd just go around comforting people and doing some work. does that make me less of a person?
someone asked me "is the singer in AFI was punk or goth?"
i answered "ya see, he was just goth, but then his mom ran over his cat and his dad had sex with his girlfriend. that's why he's so pissed off and punk now."
my friend got in a car accident today, but for some reason i couldn't feel anything for him. don't get me wrong, it's genuinely upsetting news and all, but i just couldn't feel sad, worried, or whatever one normally feels when they find something out like this. it reminds me of when i'd go to funerals and not cry or even be sad... i'd just go around comforting people and doing some work. does that make me less of a person?
someone asked me "is the singer in AFI was punk or goth?"
i answered "ya see, he was just goth, but then his mom ran over his cat and his dad had sex with his girlfriend. that's why he's so pissed off and punk now."
i refuse to name the band "the feminines". i'm not THAT in-tune with my feminine side. i need a band name and fast! hahaha i don't want to put out demo's with that name. heavens no.
i've recieved many responses to the comic plea, but i only have the time for a few of them. even an insomniac has his limits. thanks for showing interest everyone who responded.
i saw House of 1000 Corpses. i was neither impressed or let down. i just thought "Rob Zombie would...". shortly after that i had to go into work. my fucking driver was doing shit loads of coke while driving, DO NOT GO INTO TO THE TRUCKING BUSINESS. a quick admonishing statement prompted by a bad back and terrible opinion on the city life at age 18.
i think i want to write a little poem off of the top of my head. *cough* ahem, hear it is:
somber words sung so silent, serene...
repeated so often, now sullied in mean.
off hand tangents, unfair calls.
touring the world but only through malls...
there is no such thing as beauty, not in this beaten world.
this path blinds faith with a plastic smile on a so-so girl.
billboards, bobboards, whatever you want to call these,
to me they scream "give us all your money"...
not a thank you, not a please.
funny how the media degrades us to get attention,
while all the while they need us, but forget to mention.
"i'm a non-conformist" said the biggest liar i know.
this type of thought frame, it just goes to show
how right we feel when we shit talk our peers,
but all the while we smoke our smoke and drink our beers.
fuck you all.
-the end.
i've recieved many responses to the comic plea, but i only have the time for a few of them. even an insomniac has his limits. thanks for showing interest everyone who responded.
i saw House of 1000 Corpses. i was neither impressed or let down. i just thought "Rob Zombie would...". shortly after that i had to go into work. my fucking driver was doing shit loads of coke while driving, DO NOT GO INTO TO THE TRUCKING BUSINESS. a quick admonishing statement prompted by a bad back and terrible opinion on the city life at age 18.
i think i want to write a little poem off of the top of my head. *cough* ahem, hear it is:
somber words sung so silent, serene...
repeated so often, now sullied in mean.
off hand tangents, unfair calls.
touring the world but only through malls...
there is no such thing as beauty, not in this beaten world.
this path blinds faith with a plastic smile on a so-so girl.
billboards, bobboards, whatever you want to call these,
to me they scream "give us all your money"...
not a thank you, not a please.
funny how the media degrades us to get attention,
while all the while they need us, but forget to mention.
"i'm a non-conformist" said the biggest liar i know.
this type of thought frame, it just goes to show
how right we feel when we shit talk our peers,
but all the while we smoke our smoke and drink our beers.
fuck you all.
-the end.
funny (but dangerously racist) joke of the night:
why did god give people noses?
it's so mexicans have something to pick in the winter.
have you ever had one of those moments where every small gesture, every thing you saw and heard seemed to summarize your life symbolically?
happened to me today... i'd share the experience, but i haven't the patience to write it all down with the explanations and all.
i think it's ok for me to hate people i don't know just as long as i don't act on it. i won't act on it if they leave me the fuck alone when i try to enjoy my fuckin' cigarette outside of the mall on a rainy day... fucker walks up fake coughing at me with the most self righteous "non-smoker" look on his face. as if MY cigarette smoke is fuckin' up the delicate and prestine state of california's air.
i said "that's a hell of a cough dude. you're lucky you don't smoke. i smoke all day and don't cough like that"
fuck and a half... ALL YOUR BASE (still) ARE BELONG TO US.
why did god give people noses?
it's so mexicans have something to pick in the winter.
have you ever had one of those moments where every small gesture, every thing you saw and heard seemed to summarize your life symbolically?
happened to me today... i'd share the experience, but i haven't the patience to write it all down with the explanations and all.
i think it's ok for me to hate people i don't know just as long as i don't act on it. i won't act on it if they leave me the fuck alone when i try to enjoy my fuckin' cigarette outside of the mall on a rainy day... fucker walks up fake coughing at me with the most self righteous "non-smoker" look on his face. as if MY cigarette smoke is fuckin' up the delicate and prestine state of california's air.
i said "that's a hell of a cough dude. you're lucky you don't smoke. i smoke all day and don't cough like that"
fuck and a half...
ALL YOUR BASE (still) ARE BELONG TO US. funny (but dangerously racist) joke of the night:
Why do they put cotton in asprin bottles?
To remind black people that they were picking cotton before they were selling drugs.
the uncertainty of the human emotion machine is almost as uncertain as a bird's shit machine. uncontrollable and terribly messy.
girlfriend on the rag!
insomnia is back. he's so annoying. he just barges in at night and eats up all my food and smokes all my cigarettes. i mean, he has some nerve telling ME when to sleep...
i've been doing some work on my comic again tonight... this time i actually got stuff down on paper! this one's about a brazilian boxer who moves to new york. sound like a yawn fest? oh well, my days of big guns, big tits comics are over... well at least this week they are.
side note: being a comic book artist is probably one of the most degrading and fun occupations known to man... next to porn star of course...
any comic book writers? i'm sick of writing AND drawing AND inking. it's tiresome... it's going to make me sick of it all sooner or later if i don't find anyone to collaborate with. the most tiring and tedious process involved is the writing...
i ask any writers with a story that they'd like to see put in comic book form to contact me! do it here or on AIM, i don't mind either one.
Why do they put cotton in asprin bottles?
To remind black people that they were picking cotton before they were selling drugs.
the uncertainty of the human emotion machine is almost as uncertain as a bird's shit machine. uncontrollable and terribly messy.
girlfriend on the rag!
insomnia is back. he's so annoying. he just barges in at night and eats up all my food and smokes all my cigarettes. i mean, he has some nerve telling ME when to sleep...
i've been doing some work on my comic again tonight... this time i actually got stuff down on paper! this one's about a brazilian boxer who moves to new york. sound like a yawn fest? oh well, my days of big guns, big tits comics are over... well at least this week they are.
side note: being a comic book artist is probably one of the most degrading and fun occupations known to man... next to porn star of course...
any comic book writers? i'm sick of writing AND drawing AND inking. it's tiresome... it's going to make me sick of it all sooner or later if i don't find anyone to collaborate with. the most tiring and tedious process involved is the writing...
i ask any writers with a story that they'd like to see put in comic book form to contact me! do it here or on AIM, i don't mind either one.
funny (but dangerously racist) joke of the night:
What's the difference between a black man and a pizza?
One can feed a family of four.
ouch indeed...
anyhow, today i spent a large portion of the day on hold thanks to C___Bank's excellent costumer service. yup folks, dealing with more of my mother's hair brained schemes. disputing charges on your credit statements ain't a truckload of fun, lemme tell ya. i had to contact the goddamned FTC for possible identity theft... mother o mother...
i saw 'Signs' for the first time tonight. is it just me, or was anyone else annoyed by the fact that the writer/director was all over the movie like a frat boy on a drunk high school chick? i mean, his name was there in big bold letters at the begining, that was expected.... no biggie right? oh but he just HAD to be one of the more important characters in the movie as well... and to top it all off... his name is SHOVED down your throat at the end of the flick. AGAIN! i mean, it was in the same format and font as in the opening credits...
god damn it i need some sleep.
ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.
What's the difference between a black man and a pizza?
One can feed a family of four.
ouch indeed...anyhow, today i spent a large portion of the day on hold thanks to C___Bank's excellent costumer service. yup folks, dealing with more of my mother's hair brained schemes. disputing charges on your credit statements ain't a truckload of fun, lemme tell ya. i had to contact the goddamned FTC for possible identity theft... mother o mother...
i saw 'Signs' for the first time tonight. is it just me, or was anyone else annoyed by the fact that the writer/director was all over the movie like a frat boy on a drunk high school chick? i mean, his name was there in big bold letters at the begining, that was expected.... no biggie right? oh but he just HAD to be one of the more important characters in the movie as well... and to top it all off... his name is SHOVED down your throat at the end of the flick. AGAIN! i mean, it was in the same format and font as in the opening credits...
god damn it i need some sleep.
ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.
after one of the most exhaustingly fun weekends i've had in the history of my young adulthood, i find myself sick... isn't that just the best?
saturday- bon fire party at half moon bay. we got there at around 5pm (just in time to watch a sunset that would make any photographer weep). after i was finished marveling at all the natural splender the beach had to offer, i went straight to the over stocked cooler. although i was the drunkest one there, i still managed to get people home safely and unraped by "the hector" who quote "just came to get his thing wet".
body count for the evening- 13 coronas and half a bottle of tequila from tia juana (go big or go home, with a mexican theme!) takes a lot to get me to yack.
sunday- a memorial service was held for Dora Jacobs. she was a terrific musician with several people who will miss her dearly. i got to hear some very prestigious symphony/orchestra/jazz musicians play in her honor as well as enjoy free coconut shrimp and bad wine. the amount of old people who looked at me wierd didn't affect me at all...
ah... to be this young and full of hope forever...
saturday- bon fire party at half moon bay. we got there at around 5pm (just in time to watch a sunset that would make any photographer weep). after i was finished marveling at all the natural splender the beach had to offer, i went straight to the over stocked cooler. although i was the drunkest one there, i still managed to get people home safely and unraped by "the hector" who quote "just came to get his thing wet".
body count for the evening- 13 coronas and half a bottle of tequila from tia juana (go big or go home, with a mexican theme!)
takes a lot to get me to yack.sunday- a memorial service was held for Dora Jacobs. she was a terrific musician with several people who will miss her dearly. i got to hear some very prestigious symphony/orchestra/jazz musicians play in her honor as well as enjoy free coconut shrimp and bad wine. the amount of old people who looked at me wierd didn't affect me at all...
ah... to be this young and full of hope forever...
it seems no matter how hard i try, i can't escape my mom and her hair brained schemes... it seems she struck again with her abusin' of my personal information. i barely got over the most recent one where she managed to run up a credit card bill for $500... this time it's around the same amount.
who else is bringing there parent to small claims court?
as i though... alone once more.
who else is bringing there parent to small claims court?
as i though... alone once more.
