Gotta love my Zanzers

So the forum title is alliteration but the catch is you can only post original alliterations. Is this what free education to the tertiary level produces??? hahahahah

First off Loch who so politically correct when it comes to females

I pop a pussy person for purposely perpetratin' / Point the pistol and pull it this punk is impersonatin, My people pack P-89s for prime time, They parolin' my posse I'm pickin up pom-poms, Personally I preach prophecy, These punks puttin out poems about pimpin' pushin' and property, Please, people ain't prepared to be persuaded by political paraphrases the threatenin my paper. im positioning my peers to pump pump, put the pound to the pavement just let it pum pump, i pause ti let u ppl peep the letter p poetically putting the paragraphs so perefctly, no i aint a P.I.M.P. but i got a Pistol In My Pocket, perpatrating im positive, prince my pitbull go headb try and pet it, see if you dont leave this place in a paramedic, Punk, Peep it...




Next is Sykotique a smarmy knowitall who is just so notorious and not well liked.

only addle assholes allow assanine alliteration to interfere immediately at intermittent interruption with their inadequate intelligence.

Self improvement

Well I asked an ex what was the most annoying/worse thing about my personality.
At first he said he never thought about it
So I told him to think about it.
Then he asked me what this was leading up to. I assured him it was nothing, so he came up with this

i guess is your stubborness to the fact that how ever you perceive things that is the way it should be and if ppl differ with you u tend to get annoyed if they cant see it your way........ thats the best i can do

and another anecdote of my ex. well it started as one and grew sowwie

you know you give best of awards in yuh class. Well I find in all the posts in the forum is like he was notorious fuh lying. Hmmmm makes yuh wonder eh well
this was another memory:
Remember when Riley bun he head in chem lab?
I doh have the specifics but it was either due to him putting his head too close to a bunsen burner or I think we was mixing something that he wasn't supposed to and the reaction 'exploded' and nearly bun de man hair. he was walking around school for days wid dis spot in his forehead..... lookin like cochroach bite him.Riley fill in de blanks na!!!

He comes to clear it up:
ah was too close for the hair......but brian j let potassium nitrate explode an bun mih arse.....ah still ha' d marks till now

And there were "confessions" hahahha dis one is supposedly from my god-sister

I've been itching to reply to everyone for a while, but I've been having trouble logging in....so-o-o...hi back to Preston, Petal, Simone, Dhawyne.I figure this post will remain pretty much below the radar in a somewhat obscure position, so now I will bare all. Just kidding.By second form, I had this debilitating crush on George - the kind that left me hyperventilating daily and perilously close to having an asthma attack. So eventually I decided to do something about it. One day I mustered all my courage and wrote him a love letter on blue diary pages in my neatest handwriting and tried to leave it on his desk. I don't even remember what I wrote, just that the letter was intercepted by Rolene and she read it out loud to the whole class, leaving me absolutely mortified. I don't think I ever said one word to him for the next ten years. Hahaha.
They then go ahead debating whether George is single now fuh her to get her hook up

and notables like a classic line from Julien

One day while hanging in de hallway, a certain Dawn W was walking down the corridor. Miss Lady was unfortunate enough to not only bounce into to Julien by mistake, but also possessed a distinct cokey eye as part of her physiology.Obviously angered by her supposedly not minding her business, Julien buss out ah classic that ah go take to mih grave.
De bighead boy tell Dawn to either "watch whey she going, or go whey she watching." hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha.Allyuh Top Dat!


Anyone remembers when??? they (safer to remain unnamed here) had the kissing competition? to see who could kiss the most girls? And Jason had the bike shed lock down as his territory? Any girl who passed through was subject to his advances.


Another notable: When
Brian Jones being the kinda guy he is label the red bean?????


yes....mr jones in practice test for CXC label the red bean: vagina ,clitoris, anus........and Mrs Allard an all laff till she cry!!!!!!!
Ms Allard is the Bio teacher eh boy I tell you. But she have a bad bad (good) sense of humor. Her daughter was in my class. She was another that had kids in like 6th 4th and 1st form in de same school. Boy I dont know how my friends did it I would die if my mom had taught in my high school. My the time me and her daughter got to 6th form she was the Vice Principal. Pressah ah tell yuh pressah.


What about when BHS tekk 12 goals to NIL??
one glourious afternoon on our own terf............. Bishops 'football warriors' take 12 goals to nothin from Compre!..........courtesy Wendell Jordan! Wendell.... how could you? I sure everybody on compre side score a goal........ keeper and all!

Response:Two lef foot?... dat en nuttin! Allyuh remember when I hands de ball in de penalty box? It was a afternoon and I didn't know what de ass I was doin (no surprises there) and de ball was up in de air and Mark Titus tell me to catch it. I like an arse listened and hands de ball. Mr D was furious!!!

Response:dat wuz real funny.. ah couldn't believe yuh actually catch de ball...... idiot!!!!




BHS was de best days yes. I need to get my classmates to get on dis site and talk bout when Nicole A father come to school and blaze she tail fuh tekkin man, or when de baddest punishment was having to stand on stage during study all, or the gambling that went on during free periods, or when the most innocent looking girl (my good fren) was topless in another episode of strip rummy, or when Alan P got slap by Mr S in assembly hard hard in front of everybody, or when we make the most mild mannered teacher cuss us in French class cuz de 2 fools by de electric buzzer keep on pressin it every 2 mins. Whooooooooooooooooooooo memory lane memory lane,,,,,or when helpful male classmates would dust the chalk off of the back of your skirt or remove the offending piece of lint from your shirt coincidentally in the same place your tigg o biddies were now starting to bud , or your first class party when Shot Call was de dance and Gee almost chook out Angelle eye doin de dance, or even the dynamic duo couple that held down dey lunch time spot standing up for hours on end staring into each others eyes talking about what they can't even remember now, or the lady in the canteen that had the hairiest breasts ever, or when Ms Thomas daughter was part of the EnVogue performance and her dress ride up so high to see her underwear and her mom (a teacher) was smiling blissfully in the front row, or when we had big passa passa in class and the form mistress come in and we havin big debate and all of a sudden she bang on de desk and shout "Satan get thee hence" an ppl start to cry, or when we used to have chair races or play table tennis on the teacher desk, or when we girls took back our power and started to molest the boys of the class {not like they protested}, or when Mr . Moses let us have our 1st form dinner at his house and we 10 girls went there during the day and cleaned up and dance to old Kitchener and Sparrow records ,or when Withfield refused to do the math exam wrote his name on the paper then walked out (this was his 1st yr 1st term in high school how he was bad so) or when said same Withfield used to race around school driving an imaginary car with steering wheel, gears, clutch, horn and screeching noises, or when lil Keyun B fracture Rixon nose b/c he knew Karate even tho he was 1/2 Rixon size , or when guys would abuse Natasha "pregnant head" but lived to regret it when she finally filled out. God I could go on. Luckily since then I knew the value of those days. I was probably one of the few that knew these days were gold and wanted to hold on but alas. Isn't that always my problem tryna hold on to something that already passed. ;-)
The site is a lil skin an bones but it has the potential to be really beautiful the more people we get in contact with....yuh see dat we like I about to be admin or summin. SMH

The most beautifulest thing in this world=memories

Part of the title is stolen from a old Red Man or Keith Murray song. Well finally after forever I checked out my friend from high school, Jonathan's older sis website. Basically its a place where ppl from out old high school can go post high school and recent pics and jus gossip old talk and go down memory lane....They were class of 94 and I was class of 99 but I really feel like I did grow up with them even though as they were leaving I was now coming in '92 but I knew some of them from track, church, family, older siblings of my friends, older ex boyfriends etc.....and one recollection had me laughing to tears .....this alone well the 90s pics wit "gyal ahrush mih" haircuts, high tops an tick thick glass already made me puncture a lung from laughin so hard. You may read this and not think its funny but I have the visual of this person in high school, Skinny as a pole with 7 siblings, father was a teacher on staff at the school, insanely bright he is a surgeon now and a Str8 type A personality (BTW his fam threw the best house parties it seem like everyone at school would be there cuz he was class of 94 then his sis was 2 yrs younger, next bro was 2 yrs younger, nex sis {my class} was 2 yrs younger then the other two was too much younger to matter)

Ok now here is the story: when Kirby bitch slap Natasha Thomas cause of holey socks
On with our story---->>>>>>>>>>>>

That was one funny day yes... I think we were in Form 2 by this time. We had this schupid game where we would wait for people to walk by the little cupboard in the classroom then grab them, shove them in the corner made by the cupboard and wall, then open the cupboard door all the way back entrapping our victim in the triangular space made by the wall, side of the cupboard and cupboard door. Several people would hold the door shut while others would remove the person's shoes. There was just enough space uder the door to get their shoes, and not enough space behind the door for them to wiggle down to stop us. Once we had the shoes we would hide them then let the person out. Most people thought it was hysterical and enojyed the prank. We were a good natured bunch.

Untilwe got a hold of kirby. Who struggled for dear life. Once we removed his shoes we realized why he fougght us so desparately. There were huge, mightly holes in the toes of his socks! We all laughed our asses off - not that it was a big deal but children schupid. Anyway, as was routine, we removed shoes, hid said objects, then released our prisoner. Kirby came flying out like a demon, lifted his hand and POW! delivered a sound bitch slap to the side of Natasha Thomas's face. HAHAHAHAHAHA

She wanted to jump him but we help her back. At this point, word of the abductions got to Mrs. Allard and the game was banned forever. ...sigh...

Hey people I'm growing out my eyebrows as I do some spring cleaning. Yup I am throwing out closes and the funny thing is as soon as I throw them out they are back in style and I know I'm gonna be searching for some of these things forgetting that I threw it out. Jeans that I love(d) are going to replace more recent jeans that I love more. Things that I haven't worn for about 2 years are going....that means all my exercise spandex, shorts and excessive number of T-shirts.
I am embarassed to do this but I'm gonna throw away cards too unless they are from my mom. Imagine I still have good luck cards from 2000 at my farewell party when I left for college....I'll save letters from my dad but not the cards...oh and cards from my ex I'll save those ;)
This is funny I've thrown away love letters from ex ex bfs and secret admirers, I don't totally regret it but they would me nice to reread now to remember the state of mind at the time.

Hey ppl I am getting better. Today I was asked if I had any brothers and sisters and for the 1st time in forever I didn't say no.... I actually explained I do have but I nver grew up with them...Succinct and it didn't get any follow up questions :) Now if only we can organize that NY link up for summer that would be great.

Ok ur messing up my flow. Did I mention I'm addicted to the internet so b4 u suck me in and make me check all my chatrooms and daily sites I'm gone.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Gosh is this what getting old is like. I feel like I'm in my 30s already. Damn being in a relationship it got me sooo accustomed to being around someone all the time. Growing up I chose to be alone part of the time and the others I didn't have a choice; single mom had jobs (still has jobS) and a life beyond me so she was out a good bit and I took advantage of it. On the phone weekdays till 12am with my boyfriend, sneaking him (well walking him in the house) for our lil trysts, but mainly just walkin aboutthe house however I damn well pleased, giving myself mini makeovers, not showering till it was absolutely necessary etc etc (yeah I know there was absolutely no punctuation there)
The point is being in a relationship changed me from a self reliant person unafraid of being along to this puddle of nothing-ness that putters about her room all day capable of not stepping foot outside for an entire weekend. I know its stupid.
I want a lil hunny not a fcuk buddy, I'm never comfortable around those I need someone that I can have a conversation with...Someone that I choose. I think it would be better if I had a male friend in the area that just wanted to be a male friend.
Hmmm how long does it take a guy to shower?? Cuz it has been about 90 mins now......{looks around} I think he fell asleep.

Tyra Show: Is there a problem with a guy in a relationship going to a strip club at least once a week? Does it matter if he comes home to you?

Well with me I don't like competiton that's why I can't even watch porn for long with my partner (when I had one). Man you see those camera angles and start to wonder how to I look when I'm in that positon....do I still look cute....oh her butt is bigger and cuter than mine....Whoa I never thought to do that is he sending me a message. Yuzimi it's a problem I prefer to avoid, if I'm into you I don't need any enhancements to turn me on...if you have a certain preference say so I'm not a damn mindreader......

Okkkaayyyyy I think its Dr. Sue time again the tightness in the neck & shoulders, the crabbiness in the voice
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
DO NOT pick up that phone!

I could probably blog about 5x a day since I am on spring break but that would be so ouvertly pathetic.
....walking up a hill with a 90 degree slope.
Talking about walking, I am getting chunky in my waist and my butt. I need to do some squats. I don't usually exercise...I guess sex was my exercise Somebody help !!! I don't wanna be the next Mo'Nique (from the Parkers) or Latifah. I think I would die if my boobs were ever that big.
If I could have anyone's body from head to toe I think I would get either Kelis (she has great legs and I would like to continue that legacy) or Shakira nice curves, Eva Mendez great proportions.
If I could choose one body part I would want Iman's boobs trust me they stand way up even at here age, I saw the pics.
hmmm whatelse can I bore you with,,,,what other random thoughts come to mind?
Hmmm nothing. Sigh, Sigh, Sigh Sigh Sigh Sigh thats all I have energy for.

Watching 24.
hmmmm going to the movies with a friend that can aggravate me to frustrating heights we jus so contrary in what makes sense to him usually ends up being nonsensical to me. At least I have somewhere to go....so far Spring Break sucks no beach, no sand, the weather is nice but nothing to do no one to share it with....Its warm and I can't find one person to go play tennis with or go to the zoo or the Spy Museum or even to just eat some Ethiopian food. Well decisions decisions...no skirts, well all my jeans are tight so no concessions there, no cleavage and I think I will wear my glasses cuz its decidedly less attractive and provides logistical obstacles to any kissing attempts. I think I'm ready.

Man Sopranos need to step it up 24 is the fukkkin truth. I mean after killing Edgar last week now the Hobbit and a security guard gonna die. Damn Damn Damn I thought killing exPres Palmer was shocking but Damn!
Sleeper Cell is also a bad bad show.
Damn they showed them frothing from the nervegas and everything. I feel so bad now I thought the Hobbit was a mole and was hating on him daily..now I know how Chloe feels now that Edgar is dead - she treated him wuss den the dog of your stepchile.
Damn 15 more mins of 24 what else can happen?????

I (heart) you!

I guess by now yall (4 people or whoever remembers to check it) have realized that I am a net, tv and movie junkie. BuT DID yall see the Sopranos tonight???????????? Granted it hasn't gotten me to heart palpitation levels like 24.

Lord Big Love seems like its going to be my kind of show. A polygamist in this day and age...Wonderful.
Three wives and about 7 kids(?) Let the domestic and sexual drama begin. It's like having a pecking order, its like being 3 sisters competing for your parents attention. So he had about 10 ppl vying for his attention and finances and cock.
Talking about polygamy this reminds me of my boss at the bank (the bank manager). He is black but he is also a Muslim and I think his mother was the 2nd or 3rd wife and he has about 25 brothers and sisters. He said that the 1st wife was more like his mother and he loved her more actually. His father was there but it was mainly the wives and their interactions that dominated his family experience.
Why were we having such a personal conversation at work? Well I had come back to visit after my 1st yr at college and I went to the bank to "catch up" and we ended up having a really honest conversation. How did he manage to share all of that with me? Well we were both opening up and I expressed fear about perpetuating for another generation of the single mother in my family: grandmother, mother, me(?). I was giving the whole woe is me act that I never had a different example in my life, I don't know how married couples are supposed to interact, I have a horrible father ecetera ad nauseum. Well not ad nauseum, but you get the drift. So he gave me the example of his family situation as proof that I doesn't matter where you start off, it matters where you want to be....create your own future etc.
So, after he gets my address at school, email etc he invites me to have brunch. Hesitantly I say yes wondering if this is inappropriate but I figure, he'll never actually call or I can brush him off. And call he does.... 2 days before I leave my mom brings me the phone...
"Mr. Mitchell is on the phone" with a questioning look in her eyes. I mentioned the offer to her, I guess like me she never thought it would come to fruition.
So basically I feel bad and accept so we go to brunch on a Sunday (right after I came back from church LOL). He picks me up in his Benz and now I'm uncomfortable. A heart to heart in your office while there is the entire world and the buzz of life of the bank right outside your tinted and draperied office is wayyyyyy more comforting than this.
So we go and there is no one else there having brunch. There is a waterfall, lush vegetation and about 3 staff members. We are there for about 3 hours and we talk about politics, raising children, education, movies, important people in our life and he tries to start broach the relationship topic which I artfully avoid.
So he drops me home and I wave bye to him and finally breathe a sigh of relief. Of course I've left out commentary on the pseudo flirting and scandal bag of compliments he pays me - repeatedly.
My mom doesn't even ask me too much about it we don't like those kind of weird conversations, I mean this is the woman who let me read a book as my sex education...not a word about it after that. So fast forward to 2nd semester sophomore year....I actually get a thank you card from him for going out to brunch and a few other things......
Fast forward to the next time I go home. Of course I pass by the bank to make my customary hi and catch up and Mr Mitchell isn't there. Apparently he was transferred and is a father to be, the mother..... a seventeen year old girl. Lord ....SMH I guess I dodged the bullet. He is handsome in a older guy kind of way and at least 65years old with a physique that's still attractive...about 6' 2" fit enough, salt and pepper, commanding, confident, nice smile etc. But 17yrs old c'mon man, c'mon.
Always the freaks... but life happens

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr its now 5:38am and I'm back at home and I'm not even sleepy. I'm an insomniac!!!!!! I came home and ate the rest of my delicious Thai food then cried as I saw on VH1 the new Fiona Apple video for It's not about Love for no apparent reason. I think I was just happy to see something from her, then I punked out to some White Stripes, Jet, Franz Ferdinand and GoldFrapp. Good shit and I'm still not ready to go to bed. Damn it now James Blunt is on.
You're beautiful it's true.......

When did it become 2am? I officially have no life. No wonder why my mother thinks I have no limits when I go home on vacation. I am constantly out return home at 3am on a weekday and keep my working friends up and out late. I am constantly going to dinner or out for drinks or to the beach with friends...yeah I understand why she gets upset. I feel like I've said this b4 but I'll say it again its like that Cosby Show epidose when Lisa Bonet come home has no time for the fam then when she is trying to say her goodbyes on the last day there's no one to be found.....Compare that with my life back at school well its Sat nite and I'm up talking to you.

So I'm up and I'm bored and a Cameron Diaz movie is on...if only I could get up and put in the default go to DVD Kill Bill 1 & 2. I can't just watch one.

Ok so I admit not being so hotfoot has its benefits. I stay home and don't go on dates with guys that expect me to put out, don't end up in situations where I feel pressured to have sex or want to have sex because I have nothing else to do. So {twiddle my thumbs} I am completely safe and BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with entirely too much time to think (something I already do too much of).
Comfort zone I swear that will be the death of some ppl stuck in the same rut, meeting the same people, stayin in their own wading space in the pool. Well if you keep pissing in that same space you end up polluting it and you create The Tragedy of the Commons. Wow that was really random
I never make new years resolutions but I think I should and one of them would be to become a planner. I'm almost obsessed with the future but I never to anything to control it.
Fuk it, fuk friends I'm going out by myself. Bye.

Thank You Sue

Ok so basically I stumbled over this show at about 2am sat night on Oxygen network. I'm sure you know about the grandma sexpert its just weird seeing someone so old talk so frankly and informatively about sex.
Anyway. A lot of people seem to think I'm impatient, but I don't think I am so just imagine how much worse my blowups could be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways what I have realized is that the impatience at certain times results because I'm sexually frustrated. So, I'm usually sweet, patient, nurturing etc except at certain times of the month in my sex cycle when I just get too sexually frustrated. (Yes I am smiling as I am typing this bullshit....actually no I stand behind it coz it makes sense). To to all the people that received irate text messages and emails I was sexually frustrated. What did u think I was going to say I was sorry? --> Since I don't have PMS or period pains ever I guess this is my form of female sufferation.
So you can detect it and avoid me at those times here are some symptoms:
- I am going to be very mean to you even if you could help me with my sexual release.
- I may email or text you instead of calling and shouting because I'm not going to be interrupted while spewing my acid in an email
-People who I don't usually call get random, "how are you doing" calls
- I become even more of an insomniac
- I actually listen to R&B/slows
Not a long list but definitive. Deal with it! Oooh I meant ummmm...yea --> Moving on.

So I get obsessive, I can't function. It's not just that Sex is on My Mind (True song title from the Set it Off soundtrack) it's just that I can't do much else of what I'm supposed to do. Couple that with the fact that I am a HUGE procrastinator I end up doing nothing besides stay in bed, watch TV, and rotate my positions so that I don't get bed sores.

So why not just go out and get fucked you may ask? Well I try to only have sex with ppl I care about, so right now that's not possible cuz they're just too far away. So Sue comes on air and during the course of the show: general topics as well as caller questions reassure me that you're not a nasty girl if you touch your own body and please yourself, it's natural, do what feels good.
Sigh, I'm much less tense, my thoughts aren't multiplying and crowding my mind, so I can think now and realize that I was being a slave to my body. So when I feel it creeping up I know it that There's Something about Mary time and in order not to make bad or hasty decisions I need to take care of business.
This is hilarious. I never thought this would be the something new I learned today. SMH If anyone wants to contribute to the find beginner level sex toys for Taj just post the website link as a comment to this post. Thanks. :-)

Punkette (SMH)

Hmmmm you wanted the lights low, while I was sitting in the chair you pulled yours up next to mine and mirrored my posture to the T using a stool as a leg rest (all the while playfully mock serious), then you draped your jacket over the back on my chair while I was sitting in it and touched my shoulders...................................................................................................
..........................................................................................as we settled down to look at a video in the class that I am a Teaching Assistant for LOL.

Yeah but I still wonder, were you flirting with me? Asking me to explain stuff to you repeatedly and starting conversations where there were none. Hmmmm. I wish Yasmin was in this class she is so astute with that stuff.

Off topic:
I found a wallet at the stairwell in school so I turned around to my classmates opened it checking for the school ID. I found it and asked them if they knew so and so. They answered no, so I was like ok I'll take it to the Department office. They suggest I look through it to find a number, but I think its pointless then they let out high pitch squeals."It is stacked .....its so thick I wonder how....................................... Go just carry it to the office. They are lucky you found it." So I carry it to the office manager tell her the person's name and where I found it. At the end of the day when I get home I use the school's email to search his name and send him an email telling him where it is, but at our school people never check their school email for months on end ... so I think its futile.
After the weekend my professor tells me Ms. Stotts (office manager) wants to see me. She says the guy left an enveloppe he was soooo thankful, I guess there was a lot of money in the wallet. So I got a $20 and a cute thank you note with his cell number, he wants to thank me verbally as well.
So Yasmin comes in the office while Ms Stotts tells the story and the first thing out her mouth is "Is he attractive?" in her hard southern drawl and rattles on to say that would be a cute story to tell my kids how me and their father met.......Isn't she crazy.
Then going out sometimes after leaving somewhere she would say, "What's wrong with him?" Who? I reply. The guy that was checking you out etc etc....... I won't say she's crazy but she may see things that I just don't.

Back to the story:
No it isn't unethical if he is flirting I don't make up their tests or anything for the class, this time and everyone gets the same attention and information. And no he's not a lil undergraduate it's a grad level course (open to all levels) and he is a grad student - my colleague. And he is actually kinda cute okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkayyyyyyyy, a euphemism - he's hot and he's smart and all the girls in the class try to study with him, borrow stuff from him and talk to him. It's so high school but so cute. It's almost spring break, middle of the semester and I've just started realizing he could have been flirting with me b4 this week. Boy AM I THICK! But it's aight I probably still won't do anything about it.

Remember my Hi5 friend....Well a friend of mine much like Yasmin encouraged me to write him a casual message (despite the fact that he lives out of state). So I get a response back the next day with his number, a request for mine and if not that a request for me to call him and a pool game challenge. That was on Thursday last week and I have not replied since. Not a word. Why am I such a punk?

The Tragicomedy of 36 Mafia winning an Oscar

So first I'll take it back to Jadakiss' Why song/rap

Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get an Oscar
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it

I actually agree with Jada here. Monster's Ball would not be in my movie collection hence why I didn't even bother to italicize it. It's a skin flick and way more of Halle's range was see in Introducing Dorothy Dandridge too bad it was a TV movie but then again she did win the Golden Globe for it. This is not to say that blacks should only win big awards for wholesome positive roles but really Denzel for Training Day? I was glad to see him play a bad guy but he didn't seem like a multidimensional badguy. His character had gone so far over to the bad side you couldn't even see him as a fallen angel he was just another dirty cop and living in America that's not such a shocking prospect. A badguy role I would have given him an Oscar for would be Man on Fire. Contributing so much to the complexity of his character was Dakota Fanning (what a gem). This badguy was conflicted and you made up his story from the scraps (purposefully done) of information from his old buddy and his attempts to drink to the point of blackout. (If you can't tell I loved this movie) . Also I would have also given him an Oscar for his work in X , I mean Jamie was great in Ray but even he would have to admit that Malcolm X was the prototype and it occured at a time when Black cinema was fledgling at best.

Anyway, I don't feel like at these predominantly "white" award shows need to give awards to Black performers only for the "good", docile characters and it's equally a problem when you give it to a mixed race actress who gets fucked like a whore in an Emanuelle book by a white guy. When the movie was done besides seeing Halle's pretty face, body, yet less than stellar boobs (for the 2nd time since Swordfish) I scratched by head at the intent of the movie...so often actresses strip their clothes off because its organic to the film and true to the character (e.g. Maria Bello in The Cooler) but besides having P Diddy as an ex and a fat fuck for a kid (which made it seem like Puff and Biggie were reunited in this movie), a racist father, and a son that hates you (what's any small town movie without healthy adoloscent angst?) it was pretty pedestrian. People I did give the movie a chance I've probably watched it about 3 times in its entirety, it never did much for me. I suppose it was supposed to have the "that's so tragic", it is what it is, and I'm helpless to change it aesthetic of the Mira McNair directed HBO film Hysterical Blindness but IMO it was totally lacking even that. Ok enough Monster bashing. :)

So now fast forward to the present. When Black people are put into an environment where they are the minority it inevitably becomes the burden of the black people present to represent the entire race. Fair? No. Reality? Yes. So its understandable that there are Black people who are annoyed that 36 Mafia won with a rap about life being hard for a pimp and embarrassed that they went on stage with their teeth gleaming brighter than the stage lights thanking everyone in Houston, ATL, TN from the 2 bit hooker they got the clap from the 1st time to their record execs (yeah I'm exaggerating but w/e by some it would be considered ghetto and uncouth). Ok people I saw Hustle and Flow and really liked it but I had no delusions of Terrence Howard winning an Oscar for it. That was just a "thanks, glad to be nominated moment". It was a great movie but the director still only scratched the surface missing the profoundness of a Crash or Boyz in da Hood.

Since I am that opinionated I would say 2 things: I think the song It ain't ovah for me trumps It's hard out here for a pimp. (I P2P d/l both of them as soon as I got home from the movie) also; the Academy and outraged Black people are only so lucky that Whoop dat trick didn't get nominated instead. That song was pivotal in many key parts of the movie. (Study it) it could have been a real contender.

It aint ovah for me 1st verse:
Look this is my life, and it's a battle within
I gotta survive, even if I'm sinnin to win
And if I show no remorse I reap the devil's reward
He said he'd, give me riches but I'm lookin for more
When I was young, witnessed my dad, standin for right
Black pride in him even though he passin for white
Took years from my life, now I'm missin the man
Moms on some other shit and now I'm missin the plan
And so I'm... stuck in this fuck-a-marole
All the lessons to a young teen baby was cold
Then my pimpin-ass Uncle put me up on the game
It really ain't no love it's 'bout this, paper mayne
Put me in a position, got me out on a mission
Collectin from the hoes turned on to my pimpin
A nigga from Memphis dealin with life as a struggle
This is the gift I was given so I just live by my hustle

Lyrics to Its Hard out here for a Pimp 1st Verse but the Beauty is the chorus

You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
[1] Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)
[2] Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)

[Djay]In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah

Both have great melodies or whatever its called but in the 1st the bolded part that actually happened in his life. He has green eyes, I believe his father was half black and could pass for white. His mother is a light skinned black woman but clearly black. So in this Blender interview (I think it was Blender) he recounts getting dressed up one xmas to do the traditional go sit on Santa's knee at the mall. His entire family is in line and because his father looks so Caucasian he becomes subject to heckling from a narrow minded person who doesn't realize that this "white" man doesn't have a black wife, but that they are both black. A big argument ensues and Terrence's father ends up pulling a weapon and shanking the white man......His father goes to prison. I reread the story 3x no gratuitious details or exaggeration, so matter of fact. That was his reality. Maybe I'm just too prissy and not willing to reflect on how hard it is for a pimp but It Ain't ovah for me would have gotten the Oscar if I was giving it.

I have a problem with brevity and being concise so for those of you who couldn't and refused to wade through this entire blog with movie references that have you saying huh I'm sorry and I will actually speak about the reactions to 36 Mafia winning in my next blog. hahahahaha I know you keeled over dying hahahahahahahahah

Usually Grammy winners experience a surge in sales post Grammys. I wonder what this will do for 36 Mafia. To all those who feel the Academy was just "keepin the niggers happy" by throwing them a bone, don't you wish they had wanted to throw Coolio a bone for the song off the Dangerous Minds soundtrack. Aint it the truth that that song became bigger than that damn movie that wasn't so great anyway, or Nina Simone for the Thomas Crown Affair or the american remake movie of La Femme Nikita (?)

-Ciao bitches {Nicole Richie is going to be the death of me : )}