Thursday, August 28, 2003

 

“Fools talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass man.”

• Disappointment….
  
  So I wake up at like 6:45am yesterday (and if you know me, you know that’s a miracle in its own right) in the hopes of being one of the first 100 people in line at the new IKEA so I can get plugged with a free chair. Cause shit, it’s a Thursday and people should be going to work, not to IKEA.
  
  But, I turn on the news to check traffic and find out that there are already about 400 people in line, the first 5 people sleeping in beds they won for being first, and Jerry Rice serving these first 5 breakfast in bed.
  
  Damn. Either there’s more jobless people out there than I expected, or people just LOVE free shit.
  
  
• Oh well, there’s always the $50 off coupon.
  
  
• On the brighter side of things…
  
  Speaking of work, it looks like I may have finally found a job. Dino emailed me last week about a job fair his company was having so I check it out last night.
  
  Now, all the job fairs that I’ve ever been to were so informal: you wait with like 20 other people in a long ass line, to talk to a recruiter for like 2 minutes, hand them your resume, and you’re done with.
  
  But it was different here. First of all, it was just one company that was there, but, they had different tables set up for their various departments. Then when I got there, I had someone personally tell me about the company as a whole and take me to each table to find out the different aspects of the company and what role each department played. And the weirdest thing was that I had people constantly coming up to me and just talking with me. By the end of the night, I winded up being pretty chummy with a few of the people and talking about friendster (God, can I go at least one day without someone talking about it???), clubs and parties, and mutual friends that we have. They told that they were in the process of hiring a lot of people, and I left feeling pretty confident of the impression that I made on them. (Keep your fingers crossed)
  
  
• Have you ever found yourself in certain situations where you take a step back, look around, and think to yourself, “Wow, this is just too dope. And I just can’t believe I’m here right now.”
  
  These kinds of moments don’t happen very often, but I’ve had my share: co-coordinating a dope (and funny) PCN with Sarah; watching certain artists like Mos Def and Saul Williams live on stage and just being blown away by their performances; standing on top of the Empire State Building and thinking to myself, “I’m finally here” (I had been wanting to go to NY for a while); seeing my baby kick and move on the sonogram for the very first time; and this past weekend:
  
  I show up at MILK on Saturday a little after 9:45pm with the homie Jae, surprised to see that the club was already starting to get a little crowded (which was surprising as hell since most clubs really don’t start jumping til like 11:30). I go upstairs to the DJ booth where Deen’s playing and start setting down my crates.
  
  “Damn man, does it always get this packed even before ten o’clock here?” I asked.
  
  “Hell naw man, almost never,” he answered, sounding just as surprised at the early turnout as I was.
  
  I switch off with Deen a little after ten, a little nervous at first. I mean, this definitely wasn’t my first gig or anything, but I was nervous because this was the type of crowd and scene that I really wanted to break into and make my name with. After shaking off the initial jitters, I started to feel more comfortable, inching closer to ‘the zone’. It’s like a game: First, I broke the crowd in early playing the hits they may have forgot: Charizma’s “World Premiere, Wu Tang’s “Ice Cream”, Artifacts’ “Wrong Side of the Tracks”. Then, I went into the sureshots that you know they’d love: some early Tribe, Pharcyde and Nas. Then, when I could feel the crowd getting anxious, I hit em in the head with some dancehall: “Chi Chi Mon”, “Don Dada”, “Row Like a Boat”.
  
  I felt a tap on my shoulder and someone saying, “Damn, slow down dude. You got them going already.” It was Apollo.
  
  “Oh, my bad dude, I’ll slow it down some.”
  
  “Naw man, keep doing it. They opened the back room and people are already dancing!”
  
  I peeked around the corner from the loft and found the dancefloor already packed with people dancing. I checked my cell phone and saw that it was only 10:40 (the back room usually never opens before 11:30 or midnight, since people are usually just getting to the club and are trying to buy drinks).
  
  That’s when I took a step back to take it all in: I was playing at a club that I would’ve killed to DJ at when it first opened six months ago; opening up for some of the dopest DJs that I’ve looked up to for years (and one of them standing behind me encouraging me to keep going); and playing in what’s usually a shitty time slot (opening, when usually no one is there yet, or people aren’t dancing yet cause they’re just having their first drink) but still having a really good sized crowd already dancing.
  
  I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging, but honestly, it just felt really good. I felt like I accomplished something that I had always dreamed of doing.
  
  Next stop: main stage.
  
  
  
  
  
• Went rafting last weekend with like 20 other people, which was hella fun.
  
  Aside from: almost drowning and being left to float down the river while Joel’s girly ass calls for help (What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can barely help myself! It’s all good though, now I can tell people I saved your life and your aqua sock); seeing some drunk guy act stupid and try to swing from a rope tied to a tree, fall about 20 feet trying to slide down that rope, hitting his head and back (which made a sickening thud sound), roll in the water, while his friends scream for help, then having a rescue helicopter circle around 20 time for about 15 minutes, only to tell us, “A rescue boat is one the way!” (Uh, thanks… what the fuck are you here for then?); Eric losing one of his slippers and our other boat finding it down the river; being unarmed and caught in the middle of some Vietnam War type water fights; and our bus breaking down on the freeway about a quarter of a mile from our exit and having to wait for another one in the hot ass Sacramento Valley weather to pick us up, it was a dope trip.
  
  The next day, we headed out to the Sacramento State Fair. It was hot as shit, but if it weren’t for the fountain to cool us off (1,2), I may have been grumpy as hell the whole day.
  
  Super big high fives to Mishi for organizing and planning the whole trip (and I seriously mean organizing – with itineraries for the group and everything).
  
  Check out some pictures from the trip here: (1,2,3)
  
  
• On our way back from Sacramento, we picked up my sister and her boyfriend from the airport, who were flying back from New York (and that big ass blackout) where she got me this dope ass belt buckle.
  
  

In other news:

• Go pick up that new Neptunes album!
  
  But don’t pick it up to support that glory hog Pharrel, cop that shit to support Chad. Not only because Chad is Filipino, but shit, Chad needs some shine too!
  
  On the subject of stealing the spotlight, rumor has it that the 'Tunes are doing some of their own stealing.
  
  
• Attention sneakerheads: word is, Nike will be re-releasing the first series of SB’s. Ah, finally my chance at copping some Forbes and Supas.
  
  
• Ok, I know I’m somewhat of a shoe whore, but this whole Air Force 1 thing is getting a little out of hand.
  
  
• And while we’re on the subject of sneakers, people were breaking into sneaker stores in New York during last week’s blackout. Damn, the shoe game is getting crazy.
  
  
• I finally got a chance to reject my first friendster request from some girl whom I hardly even know, and whose brothers hated me (and the feelings are mutual) during middle school and high school.
  
  Man, I clicked that ‘no’ button extra hard, and it felt good as shit.
  
  Like I said before, people got more friendsters than they got friends.
  
  
• A couple of people had mentioned to me how trippy those eBay auctions were that I posted a couple months ago. If you like those, check out this site.
  
  
• Ever wonder how your high school ranks against others? Go check here.
  
  
• Wow, your clothes smell like shit. And this food tastes like shit too.
  
  
• This kid is funny and got famous by accident. But I guess he doesn’t like the newfound attention. (High fives to Marcel for the original link)
  
  
• Ok, read up on flash mobs and school yourselves. Now, who’s down to organize and do some crazy shit? (I’m hella serious)
  
  
• Oooh… Just got word that the Safari’s hit San Francisco a couple hours ago. I guess I’ll be heading to Haight early tomorrow morning to cop me a pair. Holler at me if you wanna roll…
  
  

But until next time (whenever that’ll be)…



Thank you, come again…

Ben spoke on it at 6:38 PM

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

 
“I’m bald headed, but I used to have a Lord Jesus perm.”



Okay, it’s official. One year, and over 4 inches later, I finally cut off my Fu Man Chu for my job interview today. It was kind of emotionally painful, as I’ve grown attached to it so much. At times, I felt as if it had taken on a life of its own, and in turn, also gave me some sort of identifiable trademark. It was a cool little conversation starter, and was the victim of being pulled plenty of times due to other people’s uncontrollable urges. But alas, the Fu Man Chu is no more. But who knows, maybe we’ll see a return in the future.


RIP Fu Man Chu: Sept. 2002 – August 2003



Dammit… I better get this job.

• Step 1: Complete; Step 2: In the works; Step 3: Top Secret
  
  
• It’s kinda fun taking Winny’s Japanese exchange students around: Castro, Broadway to see some strippers, the Flea Market. But the funniest moment had to be Winny’s last Japper, who took a beer bong like a champ at SJ’s house party last week.
  
  But then afterward, Marcel meets the beer bong, and takes that shit like a fucking monster! And, to top it all off, he chases the shit down with a swig of Remy!
  
  Hats off to you cousin. This guy was so crunk that the bartender refused to serve him anymore drinks at the bar earlier that night.
  
  Now that’s some gangsta ass shit.
  
  
• Speaking of gangsta ass shit, Marcel decided to take up smoking that Friday, just so he can quit that Monday. Gangsta…
  
  
• Back to the subject of house parties (okay, so we weren’t really talking about house parties, but it sounds like a better segway to the next subject), big ups to Albeezy for throwing a cool little house party over the weekend.
  
  Despite Hayward PD stopping the party twice and the half wack/negative open mic, the party was pretty dope.
  
  But ever since that night, I just can’t seem to get “Get Low” out of my head. (”From the windooooooooooooooow, to the waaall”)
  
  By the way, Gabe (the eBay king) had brought a cd recorder that records live that he just bought. So if you want a copy of our set (on double cd), holler.
  
  
• While we’re on the subject of DJing, E-40 winded up being a no show at Mission Rock last week. But regardless, it was still a pretty cool night. Big ups to Ai and Neil for rocking some dope sets. You guys are my idols.
  
  
• Internet high fives to Mars, my newest reader. We finally reconnected at the Aloha Festival last week after not seeing each other since like, high school or something.
  
  
• Oh yeah, and Mish, welcome to “My cousin’s” club. (And thanks for the BBQ yesterday)
  

In other news…

• Can’t wait to go river rafting this weekend, but is anyone down for some paint balling?
  
  
• Bored at work and you have a high speed connection?
  
  Come witness the carnage.
  
  
• Anyone catch VH1’s show, ODB On Parole? Classic…
  
  
• Anyone wanna buy my kid one of these?
  

Ah, the links section is pretty skimpy, but my sister’s leaving for New York and I gotta wake up early to take her to the airport. Damn I’m jealous…

Oh well… maybe next year…


Thank you, come again…

Ben spoke on it at 1:25 AM

Thursday, July 31, 2003

 
“Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.”


That’s my baby!


So we finally went in for a sonogram last week. So far, they think it’s a girl, but they’re not %100 sure, so we’ll probably have to go back in for another one to find out about the gender. But damn, it was a trip! It really hit home that there was a living human being growing inside Nook’s stomach. It was moving and everything!

We’ve also started playing music for the baby thru the headphones recently, too. Some JB’s, Sly and the Family Stone, Jimmy Castor, James Brown, Meters… this kid is gonna be raised on the funk.

Anyways, I got hit with the gout again! I swear, I've been having cases like every other month man. I think I gotta cut down on the drinking. I've drank (not gotten drunk) like 5 days straight (wednesday thru sunday).

Dammit, it might be time to amputate.




So what else has been going on in my corner of the universe:

• Did anyone hear that loud ass thunder last night? I swear to God, that shit shook my house and had car alarms going off all over the neighborhood.
  
  The funny part was that there was no rain at all. I was even so freaked for a quick minute that I seriously thought the apocalypse was coming.
  
  
• Like I said before, I’ve saved just about every letter and note I’ve received since grade school. I’ve been a little scanner happy as of late, so I decided to scan some of these letters to share with Maritess. She though they were hella funny, so I thought I’d share with everyone else too.
  
  21 Questions (1,2) (Damn, some people got questions up the ying yang)
  
  Pre teen crisis
  
  Secret passwords
  
  What the fuck? Did you say it, or not???
  
  Love letter from my ex girlfriend (1, 2, 3) (I got these ladies sprung)
  
  My love letter response (1, 2) (God I was such a fuckin asshole)
  
  Love Maritess (Damn, is it me or is it a little shocking we knew about some of this stuff in sixth grade?)
  
  
• Thank God it's not mine
  
  
• Then Maritess scans some old school pictures that she has and sends them to me. (1, 2, 3)
  
  
  Haha... seeing all this old shit makes me laugh.
  
  
  
• Hey, if you’re not doing anything tonight (Thursday), come check us out at Mission Rock for the E40 and Heltah Skeltah show. I’ll be in the reggae room.
  
  
  ONE NIGHT STAND
  
  Featuring:
  
  Jive Recordings artist E-40 performing "One Night Stand" and "Gasoline", all new tracks off of the new album, "Breakin' News", in stores soon!!!
  
  Rock & Ruck (Heltah Skeltah/Boot Camp Clik) - Witness their FIRST reunion as HELTAH SKELTAH
  
  $350 MC Freestyle Battle hosted by Radioactive
  
  3 ROOMS of Hip Hop, R&B, Reggae and Dancehall by:
  DJ NeoGeo (Canned Beats, The Formula)
  DJ Pone (Canned Beats, '89 Skratch Gangstaz)
  Snayk Eyez ('89 Skratch Gangstaz)
  DJ Spair (Oakland Faders)
  Boogie Brown (The Formula)
  DJ Calalo (The Formula)
  DJ Bri (Xtreme Audio)
  Impereal (Turntable Technicians/NYC)
  DJ Riddm (Funky Riddms Records)
  DJ Exo
  Ren The Vinyl Archaeologist (True-Skool)
  and many more!
  
  Kelly's Mission Rock, 817 China Basin St., San Francisco
  This IS an 18 AND OVER event!
  9pm - 3am, Doors open at 9:00pm.
  Drink specials all night long!
  
  Very limited $15 presales, $20 after that. Free guestlist before 10:30pm. Email first and last name to guestlist@obscureproductions.com. Guestlist is due by 2pm on day of event - No exceptions! Arrive early to ensure entrance.
  
  
  
• Speaking of DJing, I had a couple of “DJ firsts” last week:
  
  On Thursday, I DJed over at a show at Kimo’s for my homie Eric (Theoretic). This was my first time doing cuts live for an emcee. (Big ups to Elaine, Spoon, Tim, Duece Ace and Doc for coming thru and supporting that night!)
  
  Then on Saturday, I finally got the chance to open up for Triple Threat at Milk (woohoo!). Apollo had been saying that I would be able to open up for them for a while, but I’ve always carried the ‘I’ll believe it when I see it’ type of attitude, just so I wouldn’t get my hopes up. But I'm just happy that it actually came true. I've been waiting for this opportuniy for a while.
  
  It was pretty exciting since I’ve always looked up to these guys and have always wanted to play at that venue. Plus, my original 15 minutes (which was how long I was supposed to be on for) turned into an hour and fifteen minutes. Afterwards, I had to head down to work the door, which was crazy. The club was already crazy packed, and there was still a line outside. But despite the hot ass club and the crazy line, it turned out to be a pretty successful night. The music was dope and people seemed like they really had fun. I even saw a lot of faces I haven’t seen in a minute: Veronica, Jazlyn, Patricia, Katherine, and a bunch of other folks I don’t remember.
  
  
• Last week I’m at the Rasputin’s in San Lorenzo and what do I see?
  
  Some buff ass, shirtless guy waxing his Mercedes in the middle of the parking lot.
  
  What the fuck? C’mon dude… you’re trying just little too hard. Damn I wish I had my camera...
  
  
• Oh, another what the fuck moment:
  
  Chillin at the San Jose flea market and hearing a 50 Cent ‘In Da Club’ Mexican remix, complete with mariachi horns and everything. (You just had to be there)
  
  
• Check out our pictures from the Merced Fair.
  
  
• My little cousin Ferdinand (or Tupacsilog as I like to call him, cause he’s gangsta) is back in town for a couple weeks. So I’ve been trying to take him out, just so he wouldn’t be out with his wannabe thug friends, doing God knows what.
  
  I took him with me to Hayward yesterday to pick up records and to eat some Vietnamese sandwiches.
  
  I turn to him and ask, “Have you ever had Vietnamese sandwiches before?”
  
  And he answers back, “I didn’t know Vietnamese people had their own food.”
  
  What the fuck??? Do you think that everyone in the world eats Filipino food too? Or hamburgers and fries?
  
  
• While we’re on the subject of eating, I finally ate at Hooters down at the wharf last week.
  
  Anyways, the food was surprisingly cheaper than I had thought it was gonna be, and the wings were cool. I saw quite a few people there that I hadn’t expected: Albert (did you know that guys has a sister???), Bufftek, Gabe, Catinum, the old school homie Rommel Alonzo, and a few other cats. Walking outside, there was still a big ass crowd in line. But moreover, it seemed like the Bad Abbot’s crowd has migrated down the block to Hooters.
  
  But only in America will you find a place like Hooters, located directly next door to your wholesome, family fun spot, In & Out Burgers.
  
  Interesting…
  
  
• So how your cousin’s piano lessons going?
  
  
• Oh yeah, before I forget. Happy birthday to my newest reader: my cousin Marcel.
  
  High fives mayn. Now get back to work!
  

In other news:

• The mob project comes to SF. (Crazy ass yuppies)
  
  
• Uh oh, there’s trouble brewing in the homeland.
  
  
• Watched Bad Boys 2 a couple weeks ago, and the shit was dope. A bunch of action shots and pretty funny (although it kinda got a little too unbelievable when they went to Cuba… but I won’t give the movie away if you haven’t watched it yet).
  
  
• Speaking of Cuba, some of these folks are trying to cross the border in style. (Peace to Marcel for the link)
  
  
• Back to Bad Boys the movie, I even saw them getting wreckless in my dream car in the movie.
  
  
• While we’re on the subject of Cadillacs, has anyone seen 50’s P.I.M.P. video?
  
  Did anyone catch Snoop’s own Cadillac ‘Snoop Deville’???
  
  Or dude’s sprewell medallion???
  
  That shit is bananas. Damn, if that’s not flossy, then I don’t know what is.
  
  
• Realization of the week #1: Sometimes the biggest talkers are the biggest fakers
  
  
• So I’m watching Maury Povich last week and the topic is fat ass kids. He’s interviewing this 250 lb 5 year old girl and says to her:
  
  Maury “I hear that you can speak French.”
  Gordita “Yeah.”
  Maury “So what can you say?”
  Gordita She smiles and says “French fries. French toast.”
  
  That shit was classic. But I guess you just had to watch it. Homegirl had more chins than chinatown.
  
  
• Now who the hell thought of these?
  
  Or maybe I should be asking, who the hell is gonna buy these? They look like left over aviator goggles from Miller's Outpost for dogs.
  
  
• This is for all my retro television lovers.
  
  
• But I bet you didn’t know that Alf was molested. (Now that's some shit that VH1 won't mention)
  
  
• The BLF strikes San Francisco again.
  
  Now that’s some ruckus that I wouldn’t mind getting down with.
  

Well, ladies and gentlemen, until next time...

Thank you, come again…

Ben spoke on it at 12:10 AM

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

 
”I met this girl when I was ten years old,
And what I loved most was that she had so much soul...”

You know, I’ve kept just about every card/letter I’ve ever received in like the last 10 years in a shoe box in my closet: every Christmas card, birthday card, love notes from middle school (“Do you like me? Circle Yes or No” or “Rate these girls in our class and how much you like them”… LOL!), ‘how’ve you been?’ letters, ‘I’m sorry’ letters, letters written from class, letters from jail, letters from people I considered myself very close to at one point in time but have lost contact since, letters writing about hard times, letters about good times… just a box full of letters from people I haven’t heard from in years and letters from people I still keep in touch with.

Reading them reminded me about the person I was, and the person I’ve grown to be today. It reminded me about past relationships with friends (and girlfriends), different experiences we’ve shared, and different views/attitudes we had. No matter how much I think that I haven’t changed and that I’m still the ‘same old Ben’ I was back then, I’m really not. I’ve changed. I’ve experienced, learned (hopefully), and grown.

New experiences always bring new perspectives and can change to the way you think about anything. It’s absolutely ignorant and most of all foolish for anyone to say that they’ve learned/experienced as much as they ever will and act as if they know all that there is to know, at this young of an age. Especially since there is so much more in the world to see and experience.

I don’t know… With the coming of the baby, I guess I’ve found myself thinking and reflecting more. I start to wonder what I would be like as a father. Or what kind of future my child has ahead of him/herself. Then I wonder if I’d be able to raise my child well enough to make the right decisions for him/herself when faced with the difficulties of growing up. There’s gonna be a time for me to let go of my child’s hand, and let them learn for themselves, from their own mistakes.


OK, enough serious talk. Serious talk makes me cringe.


Anyways, as always I’ve been lazy as hell with this thing. I even forgot I had this for a quick minute, until people were asking if I’ve updated.

So let’s see, what’s been going on…

• I’ve been more inspired (DJ wise) as of late.
  
  Me and Jae caught Short and Derrick D over at Milk last week at a Future Primitive show doing it big on 4 turntables (High fives to Derrick D for getting us in for freezy).
  
  Then, the week after, me, Jae and Short drove down to San Jose where Rhett was doing a show at the Agenda. Damn, Rhett is smooth as hell. Watching him mix literally left me dumbfounded. His set had me amazed and inspired as hell.
  
  Afterward, we had the chance to hang out with him at his hotel, smoke trees and grab something to eat. I kept it cool as hell cause I didn’t wanna come off as a groupie, but chillin with him was like chillin with an NBA player (I know, weak metaphor… but you get the point). But seriously, dude is like one of my idols and influences. We didn’t get home til 5am, but I was still excited to jump on the tables and try a lot of the tricks I saw him do that night.
  
  
• Speaking of DJing, three booyakashots to Neil for getting us on the bill for the Ludacris gig. I command you to go:
  

*LUDACRIS (Def Jam Recordings) live performance!!!
*Rock (Heltah Skeltah/ Boot Camp Clik) live performance!
*$350 MC Freestyle battle hosted by Radioactive (Spearhead/ legendary Beatboxer, MC, and Graf artist)

@ Kelly's Mission Rock
817 China Basin St
San Francisco, CA 94107

Thursday, July 31st
18+ event
9pm-3am

3 rooms of Hip Hop, RnB, Reggae and Dancehall by:

Group Uv Nutz with Thailan, Tenzen and DJ Dazer, NeoGeo, Impereal, Ren the Vynil Archaeologist, DJ Pone, Dj Bri, DJ Spair, Riddim, Boogie Brown, Snayk Eyez, DJ Calalo, Boss Hog DJ Exo and many more!!

$15 presales, $20 at the door.




And while we’re pluggin shows, check out:




Triple Threat presents the 2nd installment of....
FLAVA OF THE MONTH - Reggae Dancehall Edition

Saturday, July 26, 2003 (& every 4th Saturay)

Two of biggest sounds in the Bay meet for the 1st time!

featuring the Bay Area's Champion Sound
JAH WARRIOR SHELTER HIFI: Jahyzer, I-Vier, Irie Dole

alongside residents: TRIPLE THREAT DJ’s: Apollo, Vinroc, Shortkut

event will be recorde live for mixtape series!

@ Milk Dj Bar /Lounge
1840 Haight @ Stanyan, SF
21 + w/ID
doors 10pm
ladies FREE before 11pm

• I think one downfall of Nook being pregnant is that she gets hella tired hella early. It would be nice to go out to the clubs with her or hangout late together, but I know she’d be butt tired by midnight. Plus I’m an insomniac, I’m still up by “Saved by the Bell”.
  
  Like this last weekend, after Nook’s meeting of the Ya Ya Sisterhood (jk you old ladies), we winded up not going to the D2S party, but I was still itching to go out. So I hit up Jason’s house dolo while she stayed home and slept.
  
  Damn, Jason is the type to hang out with an extremely diverse crowd: dredlocked kids, skater kids, retro/mod kids, thug kids, around the way kids… but it’s like they all have this common bond of binge drinking, weed smoking and drug experimenting.
  
  
• Yo, you don’t have to go to Bad Abbot’s, Stabbing Shadow Lounge, or Rawhide to see a fight. The shit goes down at lesbian clubs too!
  
  Ai asked me to spin with her last week at N’Touch, and at around 1, things came to an abrupt halt when a couple of girls started scrapping (Tara blames it on our damn ‘devil music’, but I say it was Black Sheep fault). Unfortunately, I didn’t have my glasses on so I couldn’t quite tell what exactly was going on, but there definitely was a whole lot of screaming and shouting going on.
  
  Ai seemed like she was kinda trippin’ off the fight since she says it rarely happens at those kinds of clubs, but after seeing a random limo driver and his friend get beat down, a car drive into two parked cars and take off in front of a big ass crowd after a party (while people hooted and cheered), and seeing and hearing about endless brawls and fights at clubs you regularly frequent, you sadly get a little immune to the situation.
  
  Shit is just crazy nowadays…
  
  
• Yo, crack is no joke… but that’s all we’ll say about that…
  
  
• Strangely, while watching “Finding Nemo”, I found myself wondering what I’d be like as a father like 10 years from now.
  
  I know, I know.
  

Anyways, in other random news:

• THE BAY IS CRAZY PT. 2
  
  It’s kinda scary when things happen so close to the house, that you just don’t feel safe anymore.
  
  And what are the chances that this could happen to anyone?
  
  Sad… just sad.
  
  
• Man, the commercialization of hip hop is crazy.
  
  And speaking of hip hop and beer, who thinks that Bud Light commercial with Sean Paul singing a reworked version of “Gimme the Light” (“Just Gimme Bud Light”) is corny as shit?
  
  
• It’s here. (Cue majestic Roman trumpets)
  
  
• I think we’ve narrowed down names for the baby. But we still have to give it careful thought, or someone could get shot.
  
  
• Even more scarier, Nook says that she has a history of twins in the family.
  
  
• Aaah… high school pranks.
  
  Reminds me of the times we spray painted our school name and taunting messages all over the walls of rival high schools.
  
  
• Balding people: you are the next victim.
  
  
• Would you like a penis with that drink? (Click the link to the picture!)
  
  
• Thank God Nook bought that body pillow. I was getting tired of her asking me to lay with her for a little bit so that she could go to sleep. I was just about ready to shell out for one of these.
  
  
• Speaking of buying shit, is anyone looking to buy a new exhaust?
  
  
• TRY THIS:
  
  Go to google and type in “weapons of mass destruction”
  
  Then, instead of clicking ‘google search’, click on ‘I’m feeling lucky’ and read what comes up.
  
  Somebody at google got jokes.
  
  Enjoy…
  

Thank you, come again…





Ben spoke on it at 5:08 AM

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

 
“And the chicken tastes like wood…”


Welcome back to the wonderful world of Ben…

Man, things have been kinda busy for me lately that I haven’t had much time to update this thing (or maybe I’ve just been spending too much of my online time on friendster, niketalk and eBay).

Since I don’t have time to write about everything I did, let’s just talk about the highlights:

• BIG PIMPIN
  Nook’s been gone in Texas for the last week (just came back today) so it gave me a chance to brush up on my big pimpin’ skills.
  
  Yes, I still have it…
  
  
• REUNITED (And it feels so good)
  This must be the week of reconnecting cause I got in touch with quite a few people that I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to in a while. Anyways, I got in touch with Lory and Nate thru friendster, talked to Sharmaine on the phone for a while, ran into Nicole at Rawhide, chatted with Nicole Y. all the way from Japan, spoke with Ryan, and had lunch with Maria.
  
  It’s always good hearing from old friends (real friends, not online friends) and just people from back in the days. I think that’s one of the big reasons I like hitting up some of the clubs that I know a lot of these old school folks will be at. It’s the whole ‘trying to reconnect with SF’ thing and trying to ‘get back in the loop of things’ (I think Lory knows exactly what I’m talking about).
  
  
• THE CLUBS ARE CRAZY
  Damn, people getting run over after the club – heartless.
  
  And Winny says that Bad Abbots won’t be having any more parties after a BIG ASS fight there last Friday Luckily, we didn’t go and winded up taking my cousins who were visiting from San Diego (Douglas and my little cousin, Tupac-silog) to see ‘The Italian Job’. Not a bad movie in my opinion...
  
  Speaking of clubs... Saw Jah Yzer at Rawhide last week. Homie is straight up dope. Three booyakashots for you – bo, bo, bo!).
  
  
• THE BAY IS CRAZY
  Shit...
  
  Can't drive around the city without trees killing you...
  
  Can't go to summer school without getting shot...
  
  Can't walk around wearing a skirt (not that I do, of course)...
  
  Can't eat at a mall food court without some dumbass trying to jump on you...
  
  
• ALL NIGHTER
  It’s been a long ass time since I pulled an all nighter. I don’t remember pulling one since I was still in school. I had a day and a half to whip out the Pil Grad program and slide show. Puttin' in work...
  
  
• MOST GANGSTA MOMENT OF THE WEEK
  My aunt stealing our final exam from the teacher’s bag while she was using the bathroom.
  
  Background: I’ve been taking these classes, trying to be an EKG monitor tech at a hospital for the past few days. Pretty small class: it’s only me, Winny’s mom and Jason’s aunt. On our second day, the teacher tells us that the printer mistakenly put our final exam in the back of our reader, so she collects the last few pages (the test) of our readers from each of us.
  
  During one of our breaks, while the teacher is in the bathroom, Jason’s aunt goes up to the teachers desk, looks thru her bag hella quick, and ganks a copy of the test. Damn… straight up gangsta.
  
  
• MOST GANGSTA MOMENT (runner up)
  Going to First Step to buy some laces when some dudes pull a grab and run in the store. Dudes even stole the clothes off of one of the mannequins.
  
  
• FUNNIEST MOMENT OF THE WEEK
  During class while the teacher is talking, she fucking farts! Not the loud type, but the prolonged, drawn out, high squeaky ones. Then she said hella nonchalantly, “Excuse me”.
  
  
• LESSON OF THE WEEK
  Be careful with who you get involved with financially. Thanks Tim for the advice…
  
  
• BEWARE
  Aw shit, Nook brought me back a ninja star from her trip to Texas. This will go well with my karate suit. I just might have to call Marcel this weekend so we can practice our throwing skills together…
  

In other random news:

• Welcome back Dirt Dog. Can’t wait for the TV show. That shit is gonna be bananas.
  
  
• Wow! Lil Kim actually carries that much in jewelry around with her?!?!
  
  Maybe her dog ate it...
  
• If you really know me, you know I’m a Coke addict. And we take our shit seriously.
  
  
• Looking to buy some kicks? 50% off at Footaction.
  
  And while you’re at it, pick me up a pair of Forums and Saucony's.
  
  
• Hey you! Are you addicted to friendster? Well, try fiendster.
  
  And get back to work dammit!
  
  
• Excuse me, has anyone seen my dog?
  
  
• Well, then has anyone seen Santa?
  
  
• Okay, well thanks anyway.
  

Thank you, come again…

Ben spoke on it at 4:11 AM

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