promenade

I haven't updated in a cool one. my bad. Living the life is a full time job. I'm trying to make this internet thing my part time gig...eh, we'll see.

what's in my heart::

Prom. It's prom season. Back in 2005 I thought that the school district had orchestrated this huge plot to get cash from me. That's all it was about in my mind; money. They sold everything to us: senior sweatshirts, senior mugs, blinged out senior tassles. Hell we had to buy our cap and gown. Then, to top it off, there was Prom and Grad Nite and other miscellaneous shit like the senior picnic and the senior breakfast.

*sigh*

anyone that truly knows me knows that I'm a hustla. I've been working since I was 15 and I've never stopped. Most of my jobs required hustle...sales, ect. I was the way I was because nothing was handed to me. I didn't ask my mom or dad for shit. I got it on my own. I had full control. This sort of put me in the mindframe that money is a commodity that one must not squander. So all prom fanfare was lost on me. I found myself asking "why??"

I felt extremely validated when everyone came back from prom saying that the shit was whack and got ruined. Later on down the line I even heard horror stories from my then jumpoff/future husband about going to great lengths to go to prom with someone he didn't even really wanna go with, spending obscene amounts of cash, just to be disappointed because it was a bunch of teenieboppers sweating out their $50 weaves in swapmeet dresses.

Great. I hadn't lost any money, and I for damn sure didn't waste my time. mission accomplished.

But as I grow older, I realize that am not at the point where I'm in an established circle, [ie, I'm not working in a specific industry...I don't have a career yet] so there are less and less excuses to get dressed up. Hell, I'm lucky if I can make it through a week and wear an outfit other than my work uniform and pajamas.

Did I miss out? Probably not. Do I regret not going? Hell no. I don't think I would have appreciated it if I had gone. But I would love to toss on a dress with lots of tulle, some outlandishly high heels, and go and shake my shit with a group of friends now that I CAN appreciate it. So, to all my peeps that read this, I propose a prom of our own, but on some grown up shit! Lets go out, get some drinks, have some fun, and look damn good while doing so!

Now, we always do the most when we hit the club, but we should take it one step further. Take it from club apparel to funky fresh formal.

You down?

Blaxploitation :: Bittersweet

It’s Easter Sunday and your family is enjoying dinner. Everyone’s around the table, passing side dishes - smiles, laughter, and loud talk abound. Maybe there’s even some old school playing in the background. This is the kind of dinner that you wished your family had more often. Off in another room, you hear a yell, and a crash. The table falls silent. There could only be one culprit. That person is Uncle Fred. His pants are pulled high up above his bellybutton and secured firmly in place by a belt. He’s wearing gator shoes, a hat of some sort, and glasses from the 70’s. He yelled because one of the younger kids spilled his fifth drink. You then remember why your family doesn’t have dinners like this more often.

Looking at the Blaxploitation genre, it’s easy to give it the same sentiment. You look at the corny dance moves and lines, the horribly acted karate/action scenes and can’t help but grimace. I get that same feeling of mild embarrassment when I see MY family’s Uncle Fred start cutting the rug at the reunions. I also can’t help but look at people that would have been out of work had it not been for the very genre that played up their stereotypes, and smile. When Uncle Fred starts to tell us about back in “his” day I get that same smile.

Blaxploitation is a bittersweet indulgence. I want to pull my hair out over the unceasing plotlines that revolve around pimps & drugs, yet I cannot turn my back on something that is so influential on my culture. Hip Hop culture. Black Culture. Who is anyone to say that Blaxploitation is any less legitimate than a Martin Scorsese flick? The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences? Roger Ebert? Me? Did we listen when our parents told us that Hip Hop wasn’t “real” music?

So if you’re a youngin, like me, but interested in having an old soul, also like myself, then ask your parents about the following flicks…Maybe they have a copy you can watch. You’ll also be able to catch many pop culture references, like Dave Chappelle’s “Player Hater’s Ball” or even lines/clips used by your favorite rapper in these very films.

Remember – as tacky as they may be, your family is where you come from!

(In no particular order)

1. Willie Dynamite: He’s a pimp living “the life” at war with other pimps. Ride or die (literally) ho’s in his stable. Again, oh so tacky, yet truly entertaining.

2. Shaft/Shaft in Africa: A classic in its own right. Garnered a short lived television show as a result. He’s a bad muthaSHUT YO MOUTH! Not to mention a smooth movin lover-man. He's not a pimp in the movie...he just has pimp tendencies.

3. The Mack: The film centers a pimp named Goldie who has several people trying to force him out of the game, including his brother. Also starring Richard Pryor.

4. Coffy/Foxy Brown: Same movie. But, you’ll see why Pam Grier was ever relevant. She plays a nurse set out to take revenge on a drug lord in both films.

5. Dolemite: Another classic in the genre that has attained a cult like following. You might have caught parodies of this film on MadTV. It’s about a pimp that is truly unique about his diction.

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my newest addiction.

hopefully I will soon to be yours ;)

www.twitter.com/sammixxx ooorr just click the pic

rotfl.

-dead-

almost as funny as the "jizz in my pants" video from SNL...almost

edit: it probably is funnier because I don't think the dude in the video was joking. he was serious as fuck. AND ii don't think he REALIZED that he looked like Flavor Flav lmfao.

disturbia!! // pAArty!!

unless you've been living under a rock (or maybe you just have a life...regardless), you know the backstory to the Chris Brown/Rihanna beatdown. In related news, L.A.-based pop artist Sham Ibrahim has taken the now infamous Rihanna police evidence photo, and turned it into a work of art in Worhol form.



I know what you're thinking! Sham is using the peice to bring to light the severity of domestic abuse in this country. Sham is trying to bridge the gap between Rihanna and many of women today. Sham is saying that domestic abuse is now POPULAR right??

When asked about the piece Ibrahim said this:

“I thought the bruises in the police photo were interesting shapes to draw... it was cool to color them pink and blue. Those are two of my favorite colors. There is no message to any of my art, It’s meant to look cool hanging on your wall and that’s it! I’m not into deep meanings.”


hmm. well. Contrary to what Dave Chappelle thinks, keepin it real never really goes wrong, I suppose.

(via Crunk and Disorderly...btw it was given 3/5 Sad LiL Mama Faces lmao)

in personal and unrelated events I attended a crackin ass house warming for my girl Zaida. Her home is lovely, and she hosted a damn good party. Carne Asada, salsa, lots of Patron, and lots of good friends. You know the food and bev dept had to show our asses a lil bit haha...but that's how we roll!



ain't no party like a San Manuel work party on a monday night! and if you don't know, that's because you've never been cool enough to be invited to one, boo!

I did had to leave early...by my estimates the party is still goin strong. BUT, im a married woman, so ii had a curfew. Plus, I wanted to come home to my man and spark some of cali's finest...



jealous??

:)

Happy Easter

Easter has rolled around once again, and true to form Reebok has released another collection of (conventionally colored) pastel kicks for you to wear once...maybe twice, if you're tacky. The Reebok Reverse Jam mid's are retro'd kicks that are classics in their own right. They could be spotted in Spike Lee's White Men Can't Jump, as well as on any hot to trot teenagers foot in the early 90's. Their hype may pale in comparison to that of Air Jordan's cult following status, nonetheless, you would be remiss to sleep on their flyness. This holiday take on an old school classic is funky fresh and a must.

They make me wanna turn on some Rob Base and do some New Jack Swing.

It takes two to make a thing go riiiiggghhhtttt!!

(via The Sneaker Files)



Happy Easter y'all. spend time witcha kids. send em on an egg hunt. But remember, Easter ain't about no damn rabbit, even though that's all they talk about on TV.

Kanye smashes his ego // RIP Honda

if you didn't know already, Yeezy got ROASTED on the newest episode of South Park...

KanYe then took to his blog to respond, and what I found was shocking...

"SOUTH PARK MURDERED ME LAST NIGHT AND IT’S PRETTY FUNNY. IT HURTS MY FEELINGS BUT WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT FROM SOUTH PARK! I ACTUALLY HAVE BEEN WORKING ON MY EGO THOUGH. HAVING THE CRAZY EGO IS PLAYED OUT AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE AND CAREER. I USE TO USE IT TO BUILD UP MY ESTEEM WHEN NOBODY BELIEVED IN ME. NOW THAT PEOPLE DO BELIEVE AND SUPPORT MY MUSIC AND PRODUCTS THE BEST RESPONSE IS THANK YOU INSTEAD OF “I TOLD YOU SO!!!” IT’S COOL TO TALK SHIT WHEN YOU’RE RAPPING BUT NOT IN REAL LIFE. WHEN YOU MEET LITTLE WAYNE IN PERSON HE’S THE NICEST GUY FOR EXAMPLE. I JUST WANNA BE A DOPER PERSON WHICH STARTS WITH ME NOT ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HOW DOPE I THINK I AM. I NEED TO JUST GET PAST MYSELF. DROP THE BRAVADO AND JUST MAKE DOPE PRODUCT. EVERYTHING IS NOT THAT SERIOUS. AS LONG AS PEOPLE THINK I ACT LIKE A BITCH THIS TYPE OF SHIT WILL HAPPEN TO ME. I GOT A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF ME TO MAKE PEOPLE BELIEVE I’M NOT ACTUALLY A HUGE DOUCHE BUT I’M UP FOR THE CHALLENGE. I’M SURE THE WRITERS AT SOUTH PARK ARE REALLY NICE PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE. THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO DRAW MY CREW. THAT WAS PRETTY FUNNY ALSO!! I’M SURE THERE’S GRAMMATICAL ERRORS IN THIS… THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW IT’S ME!"

wow. humility. is the sky falling??
(via Young, Black, and Fabulous)

in personal and unrelated news, April 7th marked the 1 year anniversary of my car being totaled. I miss my Honda...real shit. it was kinda crappy...but it was mine. i miss you baby! :(

Who could write a better love poem

rip to Lauryn's career...i miss it :(

I'm not into punk...

But I dig the culture, the art, and the swagg...but where are the ladies sizes!! that's one complaint I have about the underground clothing/streetwear brands; they always lack when it comes to ladies steez.

we wanna stunt too fellas!


cop yours @ www.HellaCa.com

ALSO! I wanna shout out to the lady that shot Yasi (of ask Yasi @TH.com) this email::

Dear Yasi,

I can see that you know a lot about personal style and clothes and accessories
of all sorts, so I have a question for you that comes to my mind quite
regularly that applies directly. Over the years, my personal style has
evolved to what is now very simple, nonchalant, and stylish (in my opinion). I
used to wear a number of different Nike SB dunks, brand name printed t-shirts
(ex. hellz bellz, the hundreds…) and other very urban kinda flashy stuff. Now,
I still wear my brand name t-shirts with cool designs, but now I just wear a
simple pair of skinny jeans, 3 different plain pairs of vans eras on rotation
with some other plain shirts (maybe throw in some flannels) and odd ends topped
off with American Apparel flex hoodies. Every now and then, I look in my closet
or at my over abundance of Nike SB’s, dunks, and other accessories I bought and
think…damn…I wasted a lot of money. I look at that stuff and think…Why?
What was I thinking? I am probably never going to wear those again. I guess I
went through a phase of wanting to be flashy and show people I know about all
these cool brands that no one else does. Long story short, I wanted to show off
and look “cool”. Now I don’t care about that stuff and I feel my style is where
it should be and is more me. I wake up, take about five minutes to decide what
I want to wear, and I always feel comfortable and stylish. I don’ really care
what others see now. Such style in so much simplicity, you know what I mean
right? I was just wondering if you ever went through this phase and if you ever
see things around your closet and ponder…what was I thinking when I bought all
this stuff? Do you think it’s just a vicious cycle?

T

(via The Hundreds )

she rambled a bit but you get the point. I am a fashion design student, albeit majorly MAJORLY detoured. Nonetheless, I understand the utility, and importance of fashion. BUT for some, I feel it's just a badge that they wear to scream "IM BETTER THAN YOU" - however, labels don't mask the truth...or as my Grammy would say: "You can put lipstick on a pig, that doesn't mean it's a lady."

you don't have to pop a tag on real swagg

Tuesday April 7th, 2009

Tori turned the big 22 and we spent the first half of the evening at El Torito. Taco Tuesday is always whats good for me. got a couple margaritas and tacos in me && i was lovely. I got my betty crocker on and made cupcakes to share at the restaurant

What you know about strawberry pineapple cupcakes? nada kid, too fly for you :)

So, after a couple more tacos and some Long Beach Iced Teas, we headed out a function thrown by David, one of the blackjack dealers at his casa out in Beaumont. Now, I normally cannot get down in cities like Beaumont or Yucaipa (not enough minorities), but we made it happen and the party was on crack. There was a DJ, a bartender, and a taco man making TJ tacos in the backyard.

haha this was one of the decorations at the party. I almost didn't catch it like "is that a vase??!"
Alot of cool people were there, and lots of interesting characters were in attendance. I made some new myspace friends && true to form with my work friends, there were no issues. just music and food and DRANKS. The same cannot be said for outsiders. Which brings me to my next point:: BITCHASSNESS. If you're a jumpoff. Then just stay in your lane and be the jumpoff. Lawdhavemercy...on the ride home Tori's jumpoff wants to hear himself talk and starts goin on about how the females in the car talk to much and whatnot and I had to dead that shit right then and there. "Who are you?? You're nobody to us. so why should we care about your lil feelings? Like kick back" ... it turns into this big immature back and forth, and he decides to bring up my man. WAMP! I told him myself "Look you don't want that...just leave that alone" and he jumps back "oh I'm supposed to be scared?" ha...I never said he was, but if I'm 5'9" & looked like this...the LAST thing on my mind would be gettin at a dude that looks like this...


Eventually everything died down, although it took forever for the ninja turtle to let it go...&& im not just callin shots...dude really does look like a ghetto ass Pokemon. He needs to crawl back in his shell lmao. Anyway, all in all the night was a plus for me. I'm about to kickback and watch The Mack...expect a blaxploitation blog from me later on in the week. Also, stick with me as the page evolves until I can find a layout I like. smooches lovies!

Haha...

this is my husband. in the flesh. haha...shhhh....

all the way live...

is this blog about me?

kinda.

is this blog real?

nothing less.

do you really smoke weed?

what do you think??


im a 21 year old cali coated dream living the fast life. some call me, diva. You can call me Sammi. im interested in the world around me although im living in my own. so this is me, coming to you, all the way live baby!

if you're looking for rhyme or reason, don't hold your breath.