Monday, February 23, 2009

Danger


Monica Leon is her name and you mightve seen her on RayJs new show on BET, i guess Moesha money is long gone. But this chick is crazy and now she claiming that Ray J got her pregnant but yet shacked up with some other dude reportedly also a sibling of a celebrity



http://www.mediatakeout.com/2009/30855-oh_my_danger_from_for_the_love_of_ray_j_takes_more_freaky_pics__she_gets_nekkid__then_gets_lynched.html

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I Just Don't Get It


New accessories to get nowadays is a tattoo. They are personal, convient and sometimes free when your homebody hooks you up
http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh86aHtxCB9oHD33k8

Now lets stop and wonder about this one

I love Lil Wayne, his lyrics are bananas but Lil Wayne high with a tattoo needle, fuck out here

I need certification, I need you to have at least 3 years experience and you need to have a million tattoos
Lil Wayne you qualify for only one of this on the checklist
You are the walking advertisement for ink blood, lol
Waynes tattoos are on point though, getting inked on your eyelids, like seriously cool!

http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh86aHtxCB9oHD33k8

I just wanted to watch this again

Signed By
If He Can Tat You Up, I Can Too

Friday, February 20, 2009

Ri-Ri & C.Breezy




I didn't want to speak about this. Who said she said that he said. One thing I do know though is that I was waiting for that photo of Rihannas face, got it. TMZ & Mediatakeout.com aint never let a sister down. Now TMZ is currently under investigation on how they "obtained" the photo of Rihannas face. Personally I think they should investigate the Los Angelos Police Department, someone got paid off to do the job. I guess its different when Rihanna gets beaten by Chris Brown instead of Maria Nobody, a lot of police hours are put into this then seem neccassary.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Whats Your Age?


uh-oh!

My birthday is almost here, turning 20. . . means i have been around for 2 decades. Ahhh! thats old:-)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

When I Grow Up I Wanna Be...

Barbara 'Barbie' Millicent Roberts

Barbie was launched in March 9th 1959, her official birthday. She was actually a replica of a doll in Germany named Bild Lilli. Barbie has come a long way from black and white swimsuits offered only in blond or brunette to The baddest bitch on the block.
Girls the history of the dolls we grew up loving. Barbie in fact had parents, George and Margaret, 4 sisters and 2 brothers, 1 aunt, 2 cousins, 2 boyfriends (different years) Ken and Kevin, Ken being the one around the most and 72+ known friends, not counting Kens side. Barbie was anything and everything, From a doctor to band leader, to sailor to just plain old teen who had a pink convertible. Shes had more drama in her fantasy life than most people have now, from mothers who want to ban Barbie because her breast were to big, to her pregnancy scandal around the year 2000's. What I say To these people. SHOVE IT!
Shes a doll, meaning shes not real, its character created, stand next to her and maybe I should ban you for having bigger breast.

What grinds my gears though, is when women who call themselves Barbie and yet shows no responsibility to holding that title, you do because you think you're cute and yet you don't have the goals she set for herself or beauty.

Like I said Barbie was Baddest Bitch, Shes iconic and you're just not!

Theres a reason to this post, trust me, you will be amused!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Whoa! Talk About Swag Being Jacked Back


As we all know, our 44th President of The United States of America danced to "At Last" during the neighborhood ball which I might also state was one of the inexpensive balls opened to the public. Very Nice! Suave move! But anyhow so back to the gossip. Someone was tight that their song was used to commemorate the moment. Etta James called out Beyonce for singing her (Etta J) signature song. The ballad At Last became a hit in 1961. In 2008 Beyonce portrayed Etta James in the movie Cadillac Records and did a wonderful job. But hold up! Etta James got tight that the song was used and sung by Beyonce at the inauguration. Do I smell a hater? Just face the facts you weren't picked to do your own song, lol. Maybe B shouldve properly asked to sing the song but for Etta James to come and start talking bad about both The President and Beyonce, now you tripping. Its a song, maybe you should Obama to sing the song when hes hanging out in the Oval Room. Get a grip guys, its just a song and its not like Beyonce fucked it up.
Now lets face some hard facts
"At Last" is a 1941 song written by Mack Gordon and Harry Warren for the musical film Orchestra Wives, starring George Montgomery and Ann Rutherford. It was first performed in the film and on record by Glenn Miller and his orchestra, vocal by Ray Eberle and Pat Friday. The song was a major hit for Miller, reaching number 14 on the Billboard pop charts in 1942, and it soon became a standard. Nat King Cole recorded it in 1957 on his number one album Love Is the Thing. In 1960, it was covered by blues singer Etta James in a performance that improvised on Warren's melody. James was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999 for her rendition of the song.
In the decades since its release it has been covered by a number of artists, including Ella Fitzgerald, Jason Mraz, Phoebe Snow, Miles Davis, Martina McBride, Céline Dion, Lou Rawls, Eva Cassidy, Christina Aguilera, Joni Mitchell, Stevie Nicks, Norah Jones, The Temptations, Stevie Wonder, Jimmy Scott, The Manhattan Rhythm Kings, Cyndi Lauper, Aubrey O'Day, Beyonce Knowles, and Nikki Yanofsky. The Etta James version is perhaps the most famous, and is known to be performed at weddings and wedding receptions because of its romantic lyrics and sweeping orchestration.
On January 20, 2009, President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama danced to various renditions of the song at each of the 10 official balls honoring his inauguration.
I guess Etta James fears that Beyonce will be inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame because of this one hit song also.

Monday, January 26, 2009

If That Was The Case?


Why can't I say nigger? I don't understand the controversy over the word. Its a word, yes man used it against the darker man to degrade them but isn't the word stupid the same exact thing. When I call someone stupid, am I not putting them down? Lowering their self-esteem? There is worst words out there and the fact NAACP can come in and bury the word Nigger is so cliche. Not once did you hear NAACP offer to ban the word cracker and spic or any other degrading word that could possibly be more damaging. Don't get me wrong I wonder why a white kid in this generation will say "What's up ma nigga?" but come on, we've moved along with what the meaning is said to be. People take things to the heart and it causes a dark cloud of ignorance to surface around our pretty little heads. There are way worst things going on that need to be taken care of than the banishment of a word similar to stupid, dumb or the opposite of beautiful. People sit here and blabber about how it hurts their souls when someone says the word nigger, and how painful it is for us to hear it. You were not there during the time that word appeared, you didn't get the beatings our ancestors endured, you didn't have to work harsh days with the blazing sun beating on your naked back, knowing that you wouldn't see your children again because they were going to be sold off on market day. You went through nothing the black slaves from the around the world went through. So if someone decides to call me a NIGGER, I rather be proud because the roads my ancestors paved are being walked upon, to classify me as a Nigger makes me remember that I am where I am today because of them, well off, not in need and know how to defend myself. So if anyone decides to say look at that nigger over there, I will smile and say yes please do look at me because in the end I've made it out okay and if the black slaves from a long time ago can endure the word, so can we. Its really that simple.
Signed By
That Nigger From Around The Way

Friday, January 23, 2009

What Is It That I Want?


OK guys like my favorite person always says "Ima Keep It A Hundred With You", lol

That's what I'm going to do, just that. I'm actually a 37 year old man living in my parents house waiting for them to die so I can get the master bedroom. ::pause:: OK let me stop lying.

I'm really 19 female and I actually just want to be an actress, I have thought that I can act, I can make it believable but I have yet to get the chance to show off my talent. If I could never get the chance to act, one thing I want to fulfill is writing a movie or a TV show. Something that links me to the media. Blogspot is the only place I can just type and let my thoughts fly freeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Right now I'm in the process of writing a book, but for some reason it's s good I'm finding myself wanting to know when the movie is gonna come out and then I think "whoaaaaaa! Naph you gotta finish the first chapter" It's all in my head, its all in the cranium. ITS THERE!!!!!!

If someone maybe Spielberg could just drop me a few bucks to produce my movie I would on the spot. I don't need any writers to do the thinking for me. Well only to spellcheck cause sometimes I find myself overlooking errors that were easy to spot in the first place. Like the spelling of the word "the", it happens.

I decided that I can't put up my story up hear, I mean come on bloggers, next thing you know I'd be watching my work displayed as a lifetime story with washed up Disney characters and that girl who appears on every show and yet you still can't remember her name.

Signed By
I Will Be An Actress One Day

Fools Deception

Here's a little story I'm working on, be honest and tell me if it needs work and I'll try to update the story daily.


I was use to having my drink brought at whatever club I happened to be at that night. But tonight was different, everything had been wrong. I was early to wherever I had to be at. "Another Martini please", I asked the bartender who had been trying to make conversation all night. I had blown it, everything I had worked for was going down the drain. Maybe I should start from the beginning.

It was my wedding day, being 22 and in love made life seem so easy. Yet something just wasn't right and I chose to ignore it at the time. There he was Travis (Willams), the man I thought I fell in love with. Who knew everything about me and yet so guarded I had limited access to his life story. It didn't take much for me to be swept off my feet, a simple "Hi you're pretty, what's your name?" It had never worked before but for some reason this time it did. Finding out he was an heir to fortune was added bonus.

To Be Continued.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Our Children Shouldn't Have To Cry


FACES OF SLAVERY

Haiti's Forgotten Children

Thousands of children are living in slavery in Haiti -
taken from their families in the rural villages
or given up by desperately poor parents for the promise
of a better life in cities like Port-au-Prince, Jacmel or Les Cayes.

The promise is rarely kept.

Instead, the children, some as young as 3 years old, are whipped and abused, forced to fetch water, mop floors, wash dishes, care for babies not much younger than they are. They are forbidden to eat at the table and are forced to sleep on concrete or dirt floors.
They rarely get any schooling.

A United Nations study in 1998 estimated
there are 300,000 such children - known as restaveks,
a Creole word meaning "stay with".


The restavek phenomena, like slavery is a system that stresses ownership of the person versus the use of cheap or underpaid labor. The reason that so many of these children can be mistreated and often times beaten to death without any intervention from authorities or other adults is found in the reality that they are seen more as property than child laborers.

The life of a restavek is one that is comprised of continual day-to-day menial chores where they must serve everyone around them, and refer to them as monsieur or madame (sir or mam), even to those younger than themselves. They are strictly forbidden to speak unless spoken to. They are not allowed to display any emotions without fear of reprisal, or even voice any opinions about their daily needs. They are rarely provided with a chance for an education, an if so, they are relegated to second rate schools where they may or may not graduate based on the whim of the families who own them.

A restavek is easily discernible within the streets
of Haiti with their torn rags and tattered clothes
hanging from their strained and feeble limbs,
often times begging for food and money.

Unlike a "bonne" (maid) or a "gerant" (grounds keeper),
restaveks do not get paid for their services,
and are forced to perform chores
that others would not dream of doing.


However, the most gruesome reality for most of them
is that they are too often killed, raped and abandoned
in the streets once families no longer wish to keep them.

That such children even exist came to widespread attention
with the 1998 publication of the autobiography of
Haitian born Jean-Robert Cadet, a Madeira man
who himself was a restavek.


He returned to Haiti and heard the stories of other restaveks.

They are children like these:

"Rene' was severely beaten with a "rigoise"( a whip made of cowhide). Every strike lifted the skin and formed a blister ... He was made to kneel on a bed of hot rocks while holding two mango-sized stones in each hand high above his head. His puffy face was twisted to one side and his ragged shirt was glued to his broken body."

Modelene Doristan, a quiet girl about 8 years old,
who was brought to Foyer Maurice Sixto,
a shelter in western Port-au-Prince, by police.

"They beat me all the time at the woman's house",
she says. Modelene is whispering, pausing to pick
at a wound above her knee as she talks about her owner.

Naki MacPherson, a small boy with dark scars on his forehead and chest,
who looks about 7, but doesn't know his age. His owner beats him with a rock
when he doesn't work hard or fast enough. He is safe this day, playing a game
of marbles at Foyer L'Escale, a shelter in northern Port-au-prince
for restaveks who have run away.


A 13 year old restavek girl whose owners burned her severely when they covered her
with hair spray and lit it. "They lit the spray on the child to find out if the
spray was really flammable", said Haitian journalist Godfroy Boursiquot. The girl,
who had lived at Foyer L'Escale for three years, also told Boursiquot she was
sexually abused by the 18 year old and 20 year old men who owned her.

These restaveks are, surprisingly, not slaves of Haiti's rich, but of those too poor to hire domestic help. "Some of them live in an owner's place that is worse than the place they were living in the countryside", said caretaker Clermei de Rameau, better known as the maternal figure "Mamy George,"at Foyer Maurice Sixto.
"Some of them have slashes on their backs", Ms. Rameau said.
"Some of them get food at home; some of them don't".

"Once one of those kids was sleeping in a warehouse and a rat chewed
the bottom of his feet," said Ms. Rameau.

Social workers at Foyer L'Escale don't discover until well after the restaveks come to stay that many have been raped. Some refuse to tell their stories. One of the girls told Cadet last April how her owner had "given her the pepper", or rubbed a hot pepper in her crotch after finding someone raping her.

There are even a few restaveks who work for families that live in the street,
said Boursiquot, the Haitian journalist. Most owners are reluctant to send restaveks to public school not only because they have to pay for books and uniforms but, more importantly, they lose those hours the child could be working.

Most restaveks, alone and defenseless, live in constant fear of abandonment and punishment. Because it is a longstanding custom, an accepted slavery,
usually no one intervenes.
Signed By
Speechless At The Moment