Still the most powerful poem til this day

1 11 2007

I read this poem during my early college days in English class and I never could forget how depthly powerful the words in this piece really are. Read it when the chips against you, it never fails to inspire. 

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.



Blog Title Change

2 08 2007

I admit, using my name as an acronym is one of the stupidest blog titles ever so I decided to change it to something more incoherant but at least a little more original and philosophical. I’m not going to waste time to explain it but a second of thought is probably enough ha.

My past weekend in Willysburg

2 08 2007

Nien and I decided to meet up for dinner and drink at the nice hip/artsy neighborhood of Williamsburg in Manhattan. I took a few photos which I will post later on. Anyway, I thought it’d be nice to take some time to reflect on what I learned before and during my little excursion:

(1) Williamsburg is at the Bedford Ave stop on the subway’s L line. Don’t get confused with the G Line which takes you to Bedford/Nostrand. I did that and I winded up in the middle of Brooklyn with a cop at every corner and only a Dunkin Donuts to provide me a safe haven. Oh, a conversation with Nien once I got got there:

Me: Nien, I just got off the Bedford stop.
Nien: Where at?
Me: Lafayette and something.
Nien: I don’t see it…are there any landmarks?
Me: Yea..a Dunkin Donuts..and a lot of black people..
Nien: What?!?
Me: I’m scared…you said Williamsburg was hip and trendy…this is not hip and trendy…

(2) All the Asian girls I saw in Williamsburg were hooked up with a white guy. But then I saw Asian guys hanging out with white girls so that was a relief. And then there was me and Nien, yes we’re different.

(3) Music can be racist. After eatting dinner, Nien and I followed what sounded like a concert. After walking quite a few blocks we ended up in a park but even before finding the source, the music just stops as if it knew two curious asian men were in the area. We stood around puzzled for a few moments and decided to just grab a drink(s) at a bar nearby. We start plodding away and the music (not surprisingly) picks up where it left off…

(4) I had one Long Island Ice Tea for the night. Nien out drank me with two beers. Probably the first time ever since I got here that I felt like I didn’t have to throw down the gauntlet. Hopefully this is a continuing pattern, tired of those hangovers.

(5) Oh, stopped by Times Square which is quite beautiful at least as beautiful as a bunch load of colorful and glowing ads can get, not to mention a chubbified Spider-man amongst the throngs of people. HE’S NOT REAL DANG IT, WHY DOES EVERYONE STILL WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH A FAT GUY IN A SPIDER-MAN COSTUME??? HE JUST WANNA TAKE YOUS MOONIES!!! That was in my head anyway.

(6) While walking through the massive crowds of people there are certain moves you must know. Which includes the sideways chest rise, the multiple side step, and the swinging elbow (Nien was made an example hahaha…you know Nien) 

 Well, that’s all the things from the top of my head. Roaming around NYC has been a great experience so far and I hope to see even more.

Western Conference All-Stars Make Up All-NBA First Team

12 05 2007

This was a head scratcher..the All-NBA First Team is made up of Nash, Bryant, Nowitzki, Duncan, and Amare yet all the big guys are natural PFs. Kinda shocked that Lebron didn’t make it (made 2nd team instead), even though he did struggle during the regular season… thought he should’ve made it instead of Amare just because you could make a case that no one else in the league brings so much to the table than James even when he’s not at his best and he still posted 27 ppg, 7 rebs, 6 ast during the regular season. Amare, on the other hand didn’t post spectacular numbers like he did in ’05 when he avg 26 ppg 9 rebs, seems like the voters were just being sympathetic of his comeback from missing last season due to injury but come on. Or maybe I’m not happy because  Amare punked my man the Matrix in the past. 

Golden State series definitely showed why Nowitzki is the NBA’s MVP (Most Vulnerable Player) .

Rumor: Ron Artest body slammed Michael Jordan during a pick-up game. I looked it up and…

With the Bulls, he tried to take a job at the Best Buy on Sunday afternoons to get the employee discount for equipment. He had been buying so much stuff for family and friends, he practically blew his whole rookie year salary in the NBA. When Michael Jordan allegedly teased Artest once over his state of financial woe in a summer pickup game, legend has it Artest picked him up and body-slammed him. Even cracked a couple of ribs.

I hope the man isn’t serious about retiring…where would I get all my laughs?