On Repeat.

Favorite Player In The Game.

Trevor Ariza

Ugh...

"I sweat money, and the bank is my shower...and that pistol is my towel."-Lil Wayne

I have a problem with this line. I don't know exactly know what it is... Is it the "shower/towel" rhyme? Is it the stupid ass metaphor? Whatever it is, shit's weak.

Instructions For Life; Dalai Lama.

I keep these instructions in mind just about everyday. I read these a few years ago and I created my own. It's good to have rules or small promises that you keep to yourself to stay grounded. I've always felt the best way to live your life is by following what you believe in. Mine are in red.

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, Respect for others and Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5.Never let any outside force influence your mind.
6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.

9. Thrive within your own passions.

10. Obey your own rules and disobey their limits.
11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. Learn the absolute meaning of the word "become".
13. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.

Click to read the full list.

Hardtimes.

Last week was Davon's 22nd birthday. We hit up Hardtimes in Bellflower for a few games of pool. Correct me if I'm wrong but, If a player has shot in all his balls and is left with the 8Ball in an bad spot then barely TAPS the cue ball (not hitting any other ball) to "skip" his turn, isn't that a SCRATCH? And isn't that a LOSS?

What Happened To

Tito's Top 4 At Four?
By the way, they're going to be at Bellflower High School March 26th.

R.I.P.'s

Twelve years ago today, Christopher "B.I.G. The Hoes Know Me" Wallace was shot. I was only 7 years old when it happened so his death didn't begin to bother me until I become of age to understand the hardcore shit he rapped about. I say I was about 16 when I truly began to appreciate his concepts of suicide and murder and also his syntactical wordplay.

The difference between Hip-Hop and Rap (in my opinion):
The Hip-Hop artist allows you to envision the world he's portraying through his unique metaphors and can deliver a true feeling through his rhetoric (persuasion). Rappers just bullshit around fluid similes and fake ass punchlines with no meaning. Seriously, Can Lil' Wayne's trash compare to the ruggedness of Biggie's "Ready To Die"?

"And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly

She'll invite me, politely, to fight G

And then we lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together."

A Tattoo On Her Neck Reads "Illuminate My..."

Are you complacent?
Sitting there, alone and quiet.
Sagacious eyes
Nonchalantly telling the story of loneliness.

I've seen you here before.
Your beauty stirs up the room and
Your storm brings a powerful attraction.

You move only to drink your liquor
And it is with much elegance.

You're very discreet, yet very deceptive
And those lies are the passion
Behind my approach to the darkness
Where you sit.

Your black dress fades into the shades with every step I take
Until you're finally gone by the time I sit down.

You were never here.

Snack/ Write.

I like to take frequent breaks when I'm working on my school work. A quick snack puts me at ease and after I can hit the ground running again. I bet the vending machines at your lame school don't dispense BARQs Root Beer [for .75]. This is the perfect snack for me.

L.A. Street Vendors (For The Win).

Bacon wrapped hot dogs with the grilled onions and peppers is where it's at. This lady knows how to hook 'em up right! $2 a pop. Right in front of my school too.

Intangible Parts of Me.

The woman that I build will be constructed from the
intangible parts of me.
The everlasting prototype machine every woman
could only wish to be.
Her sensors will feel my heat and shock the heart that beats beneath her thin sheets of fabricated skin sending signals within her cables and wires that burn like incandescent fires.
Basically, I want to fall in love with another me
so I'll pull from the blood of me and fill her like muddy streams
And her passions will scream the way silence seems to fill my dreams.
I will give her a basic idea of love because it is more thrilling to expand the capacity thereof with two rather than the methods of tried and true.
[Her systems will suddenly shut when I speak
a silent statement such as "I'd die for you."]
The deep penetration of my thoughts and theories
will be sex to her and only she can climax to my wisdom.
Her gears will never cease to shift because
my love for her will never cease to exist.
The woman that I build will be constructed from the
intangible parts of me.
The everlasting prototype machine no real woman
could ever evolve to be.

I Hate This Rule.

This is the main reason why I am not overweight. It's 2009 and these sucka's don't accept debit/credit. Sometimes I'll crave some Tam's but be strapped for cash. The WaMu ATM and Tam's are opposite directions. This is unfair but I'm still cool with it.

Us Versus Them always digging deep into our pockets.

Beautiful Hip-Hop.

This weeks beautiful hip-hop song is Too $hort's "Gettin' It". It goes along with what I was talking about in the earlier post about getting something out of your life. He grew up in Oakland, sold his own tapes out his trunk, never lost sight of his goals and was soon signed to a major label. After the release of "Gettin' It" (Album Number Ten) in 1996, Too $hort decided to retire.



"You gotta lot a dreams but you can't get out
The first thing you need to do is set your self some goals
Think positive, everything else is old
and work hard, never stop hustlin'..."