Saturday, September 12, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
bob marley. bebe!
on monday.
anyway, there was this song on the radio that has been playing on my mind sincee.... ystrday.
yesterday kah i went driving? i thought that song has been in my head for more than 2 days.
anyway, back to the song.
heres how it goes.
bob marley died in the year 1981. dont think they have recording studios in jamaica back then.
bob marley still rock till this day.
Bob Marley was born in the small village of Nine Mile in Saint Ann Parish, Jamaica as Nesta Robert Marley.[6] A Jamaican passport official would later swap his first and middle names.[7] His father, Norval Sinclair Marley, was a caucasian-Jamaican of English descent, whose family came from Essex, England. Michael George Marley, cousin of Bob Marley, has speculated that the Marleys were of Syrian-Jewish descent, however, this is not conclusive.[8] Norval was a captain in the Royal Marines, as well as a plantation overseer, when he marriedCedella Booker, an Afro-Jamaican then eighteen years old.[9] Norval provided financial support for his wife and child, but seldom saw them, as he was often away on trips. In 1955, when Marley was 10 years old, his father died of a heart attack at age 60.[10] Marley suffered racial prejudice as a youth, because of his mixed racial origins and faced questions about his own racial identity throughout his life. He once reflected:
“ | I don't have prejudice against meself. My father was a white and my mother was black. Them call me half-caste or whatever. Me don't dip on nobody's side. Me don't dip on the black man's side nor the white man's side. Me dip on God's side, the one who create me and cause me to come from black and white.[11] | ” |
Although Marley recognized his mixed ancestry, throughout his life and because of his beliefs, he self-identified as a black African.
marleeeeeyy.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
up. up. up. up.
up.! i just got back from the movies with my family.
gossshh. what a long day. here's what happened.
Friday, August 21, 2009
im here, and you're at the other side of the spinning whirl pool.
its gonna take a lot of guts to tell you, but i guess it doesnt matter to you actually.
maybe theres no point i should tell you. keeping it away from you makes me like you even more.
For once in my life, she stood up amongst the others. nothing will ever change that. but i guess if i let it stain there, it wont bring me any good either. sometimes i feel like by not telling you just makes
i realise. il just shrink up whenever its her.
Monday, August 17, 2009
parliament.
i slept pretty late last night. i woke up with huge eye bags this morning.
my hair is pretty long now. my chief minister from the parliament team asked me to cut my hair because it was long-il explain more about the parliament part later.
when i went in the room, there were roughly 8 prefects sitting infront of me. one came up to me, took a comb and started combing my fringe down. after they found out that my hair is#actually long, they started asking my why can i run for parliament when im having a discipline problem already. i was telling them why, suddenly they started to get aggressive, things they were saying were completely irrelevant. i started to defend myself, in a less aggressive way ofcoures. until i came to a point when they got tired arguing about my hair. spent about 10mins just arguing about that. bodoh owh that pengawas.
i had to pay another extra 2 bucks because my hair was long. what a pile of crap, kutip money only. haha.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
you call yourself a blogger?
Kimberly use to say blogging is a way to improve our vocabulary and stuff. i mean it is true, i sort of doubt that. its all crap to me now. haha.
till next time,
chocolate stabbers.