25 December 2009

Merry Christmas!

Soul Power!


Bringing you some Funk (...like the terminology 'Bad', 'Funk' is a good thing...) during this Wonderful Time of Year when we get to celebrate the birth of God's Son, Jesus Christ.


I listen to a rendition like this--and it just solidifies the Beauty of Christ's birth. What Beauty you ask? The Beauty of all that seems Absurd making Perfect Sense.


I know this isn't the usual Christmas tune, but it's worth the listen:



Bomb, Beautiful, & Brilliant.




-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

14 December 2009

My White Friends!

....Gotta love it.
Some might be like--isn't this like some sort of reverse racism? Uh, no. For those you who have a diverse group of friends you understand that each culture brings it's own flavor/habits/jokes, etc. Always being the lone black girl, I was the representative (aka "the claim to fame") for many of friends to state, "Oh my gosh, I so get it! Like, my best friend is black." Just kidding..a little. Anyways, Katt Williams says it best, "Life is too short for racism, we all got problems.."


So, in short, this is not some sort of reverse racism in fact it's a celebration of differences:



Heard about this video from my roomate. She saw it on her friend's blog. Internet+Youtube=Life.
Bomb.

-Bootszilla Babay;btrilogy

08 December 2009

T-Minus...


T-minus...3 days.
Wow, so my school had tickets to this premiere type thing but I found out too late and could not go to Burbank, CA to experience the amazingness but it's all good... (*throws chair against the wall*)...


Kay, so December 11th, Disney magic is scheduled--can I get a Woot Woot!!


Right now, I'm doing a Psych paper on Interracial Couples portrayed on PrimeTime television, and it stirred up some memories that I had as a kid:
1) Having a crush on Michael from Barney (oldschool right there...90s kids should know who I'm talking about)
2) Wanting to grow up and be like Angela and Sean from Boy Meets World (but with less drama..had the hugest crush on Sean)
3) Totally falling in love with Rodger's and Hammerstein's production of Cinderella starring Brnady and Whitney Houston--that's how I honestly viewed the world or thought it should be...


But even in a America, "The Great Melting Pot", it's not that easygoing/freeflowing. That's what I found out growing up sadly--even in Californ-i-a (a pretty diverse state I might add).


I think what got me was that my kindergarten boyfriend, Christopher (I have a feeling Christopher is gorgeous now--I haven't seen him 13 years--but I have a hunch), well Christopher was white. It wasn't a big deal..we were just buddies..buddies who had a crush on one another so we went out--easy as cake.
But that was also the period in my life where my teacher demanded I take a nap and get a regular snack; I wasn't aware that was the good life back then.


So, yeah, go watch The Princess and the Frog this Friday. Should be legittt! Good music, great animation, and of course that Disney Magic.
Bomb, Beautiful,& Brilliant.


-Bootszilla Babay;btrilogy

06 December 2009

Dante's Inferno [Revamped]

This was my version of Hell for my Senior English Class. There was original artwork done by my homegirl, but we had to turn it in for the grade (A-, not too shabby). So, I'll be including some other visuals:


And the Bible told us every girl was sour, don’t play in her garden or don’t smell her flower…
Lady Macbeth

I’ve been to hell and back again. (Laughs) Anyone willing to break a newborn’s fragile skull has won an automatic ticket. I summoned the demons, surprised that they brought tar to fill my lungs. Barely breathing, barely caring. It was a rush; I felt the secrets of hell flow through me. I’ve been to hell and back again, and I tell you it’s not for the faint of heart. Power. Everything—like my soul—is worth handing over for power. See, as a Lady it is natural for me to do everything with flourish and with full effort. I saw an opportunity and I embarked on the long journey. (Cries out and grips head) Spot! Spots! Out damned spot! I don’t regret--No! No! No! (Slowly regains composure. Straightens herself out as she talks) I beg your pardon, you’d have to excuse those episodes. Yes, hell is not for the faint of heart but for those who love the feeling of fire in their veins. Odd thing to say indeed, but as you continue down this wide road do not look to your left or right, behind you or under you—my advice is to walk this road with your head held high. You will be exposed and your worst fears will shower upon you, but pride is what put you here and if you are strong will bring you out, you’ll be to hell and back again.
Cleopatra



I've been to hell and back again. (Sighs) But how I miss my pillows, which were the definition of comfort. They were the only things that kept me sane. Rome became the bane of my existence at the same time my addiction. Funny thing Is…Marc was Rome manifested. (Snaps to attention) Allow me to focus on you all for a moment--yes, I've been to hell and back again and I would have to agree with the mere Lady--walk the road with your head held high. Your self is your compass, your Intuition knows best. I am a firm believer on depending on oneself, but I admit, (Daydream-like) I was blind sighted by his flawless skin and endearing curls…But I realized that I am a Looker too and if I wanted my lust satisfied all I had to do was glance in the mirror. In the end when all went awry, the only one who was to take me out, to finish it, was going to be myself. I determined my success, I decided when my time would end, and I have been to hell and back again.
Empress Dowager Cixi


(Cackles) These girls swear they have been through the fire and back. In their minimal situations, perhaps they have. Killing a newborn--no sweat. The thought of children, of nurturing, of being a respectable mother was thrown out the window along with my innocence as I was graced with the title concubine. Self-obsession, just an aggressive way of pointing out one's insecurities--real power called for self-determination. That is what I had…I had the know, but most importantly the craving. Unlike the frilly girls who played the demure role—they were always confused why I got called back so often, it’s because I was abrasive and wild! (Getting worked up, somewhat maniacal) You don't understand what it is to be to hell and back, until you watch those idiots allow your empire to crumble! Fears, demons, and fire--fire of hate, survival, want--(Shivers) ye-yes-yes, I love the feeling of fire in my veins. Advice? Right, the reason we've gathered—basically, nice knowing you all…You don't have what it takes. I halfway don't understand why these Imbeciles (Points to Lady MacBeth and Cleopatra) made it back, perhaps they had more gonads then I attributed to them--but looking at you all (Cackles)…just look straight ahead of you.
Jezebel


(Commanding presence) It is in your best interest if you all look at me. These foolish women that have spoken before have taken the wide road. The road many choose to take--laughing, dancing, yelping--they are not repentant. If you don't recognize me…I am the princess who knew no limits, the whore who cursed God Almighty, the wretch whose wickedness caused many sorrow. All that is left of me are my skull, feet, and hands. There is no going to hell and back. What these Jezebels (Smirks at the irony) speak of is their own unique hells, the hell that is within all of us, the hell that is coupled and cradled with our sin. They believe they’ve finished the journey, so wrong yet so prideful. Look at me daughters of the earth, daughters of decay, of what is limited—understand what is at stake! Those Curses believe they’ve been to hell and back again, for once they’ve deceived unknowingly. They were self-centered on Earth and put themselves before God—the 5 “I Wills” caused the beautiful Lucifer’s demise—and because of this they naturally had a preconceived notion of what hell was to be. They are to suffer in their version of hell until the time has come to cast them in the Great Lake of Fire. (Takes a great pause and looks around) I can always separate those of Will, Indifference, or Ignorance—even in hell eye contact says a lot. My repentant soul has been placed here to heed warning to those who want to hear; He knows your heart and my Just God will punish those rightfully. The Daughters of the Earth who are concerned, I can’t promise you less suffering but I can promise that you’ll have an enduring grasp of Hope. (Pauses) I have expressed all my knowledge.


04 December 2009

Dedicated..

Dedicated to all my friends who went to New York/Eastcoast for college, *sigh*.
They left for the "Diamond Girl who could talk for hours"...


Sadly,Beautiful.


-Bootszilla Babay;btrilogy

24 November 2009

Whole Different Level

Love her voice and inflections:



Bomb.

-Bootszilla Babay;btrilogy

Natural Rose


Tomorrow I will be getting my hair pressed (or straightened as some call it). I've been rockin' a natural for about a month or longer. There's always a big discussion of what's better Relaxed vs. Natural, etc. But my main focus is Self-Love--embrace your hair, no matter what state it's in. I have "black hair"..the most unique hair on Earth (in my opinion): you can braid it, straighten it, wear it loose, wear it tight, etc. It's fun. But it's also the most fragile hair, and I found that out the hard way *sigh*.


Going Natural was so liberating. I first let my "hair loose" my first semester of Senior Year (best class EVERRRR '09 BABAY). My friends and I had fun with my hair. I got in touch with my inner Flower-Child. Also, when basketball season started, I was the fierce black girl with the fro...which my Coach pointed out after I braided it back up. She said, "What happened to the hair?! You played better when it was in a fro!"..Gosh I miss Coach.


BUT, I had no clue what I was doing when it came to taking proper care of my hair. Mainly because I never had to deal with it really--I either had it in braids or had it pressed or The Madre took care of it (in elementary school when my head was still small and cute enough to wear pigtails). Sooo, that resulted in me doing what my white/asian/mexican,etc friends and that was washing their hair EVERYDAY. I knew I didn't HAVE to wash it frequently but I didn't know I wasn't SUPPOSE to. I'm vigorous when it comes to hygeine, so I loved washing my hair...and that resulted in hairdamage...so sad. SOOO SADDD. My hair had grown to an amazing length that Summer and BAM, it was gone. Not totally gone, but it was damaged. I learned two lessons after that...1) my hair is fragile and I need to learn how to take care of it 2) I learned not to invest my worth into my hair; it's beautiful as long as it's healthy, no matter what the length.


But after that..I put my hair in braids for the rest of the year.


Just recently, first year of college, I went natural again.
And of course people had their opinions--mainly my friends and family. Or other black people! (ie. the looks that say "Girl, you need to get a hotcomb through that). But I can't say it was all negative feedback--there are a lot of girls on campus who wear their hair natural and there's much love coming from them. It's crazy how we as a people have internalized that straight and/ or "good hair" is the only acceptable hair. I enjoy my hair. I'm grateful I have a full head of hair in the first place! I've been reading up on peoples blogs and Youtubing, etc and it's restored so much confidence in me about my hair. Because as a young woman, stuff like that matters to me--it's one way of expression for me.


There's alot I could say about this, but I just wanted to focus on Growth. Growing in Confidence. It's hard being a girl nowadays. All this pressure and whatnot.


I like where I am with myself at this moment. Where I can wake up and actually look myself in the mirror and smile. Took about 18 years. And still have some Growing to do.


[This was a vague post. A post that was the product of a year's worth of scattered thought, so if you feel like I was just skimming the surface, I was.]


Enjoy these various styles I've had over the past 2 years:







Beautiful.
-Bootszilla Babay; btrilogy


23 November 2009

Bounded

Visit P4cm.com.


Wow, only about a couple weeks ago I asked God why He wouldn't just leave me alone. I was pushin', fightin', and screamin'...and dying. I didn't realize I could have happiness and freedom through Him--I thought if I just took a break from Him, from his rules and constraints...


Wow. I had it so twisted. Because in reality I was trapped in my sins. Bounded. Forever falling further away from His Grace. This won't make sense to many, but I have this calm and I thank God My Loving Father for his Unconditional Love.


Just needed to do this post. I had a headache earlier but now it's gone and it's time to finish up some work.




Beautiful.


-Bootszilla Babay; btrilogy

18 November 2009

When It Hurts So Bad...


When it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good?
When it hurts so bad, when it hurts so bad
Why's it feel so good?


What you want might make you cry
And what you need might pass you by
If you don't catch it
If you don't catch it
And what you need ironically
Will turn out what you want to be
If you just let it
If you just let it
-"When It Hurts So Bad" by Lauryn Hill


Preach on L. Boogie! Preach on!
Girl's talkin about love, but you can apply this to life.
I swear at times I torture myself--be it through procrastination or denial...
I acknowledge what I have to do it's just hard to actually do it.
Mkay.
Take what you may from this.
Look forward to some original "songs" (moreso lyrics without music).


-Bootszilla Babay;btrilogy

Pfftt..


Oh, and we will be discussing this recent collaboration.


I DEFINITELY have an opinion about this.


Night*
(For real this time).


-Bootzilla Babay;btrilogy

FreeFlowin'

Just wanted to drop a quick post since I'm up. Since last week, I haven't been to bed before 1:00 in the mornin'...not okay.


Listened to a lecture today about Lady Guadalupe. Um, where the heck have I been?! I went to an all girls Catholic school (*huuushh* no need for the stereotypical comments) so I went to an all girls Catholic school, and one day my Senior year I stopped to marvel at this black (so it appeared) Virgen that was part of a mosaic piece on one of the hallway walls. Of course being me (total airhead) I was like awesomeness...Catholics are representin' *fist*Black Power! ["Is that your final answer?"..."Yes"..."I'm sorry, epic fail".]


So that holy woman depicted wasn't black (if using black offends you, forgive me...I'll just call her a sista...). What annoys me about myself at times is I'll note something, but won't follow through with it--so even at that point if I thought that Madonna was a sista, I should have researched her...


Anyways I realized that it was Lady Guadalupe as I listened to this lecture today.
And that's why today I started toying with the idea of being an Anthropologist because I love learning about other people and their culture.


This has nothing to do with the video I wanted to post...actually in a way it does because I absolutely love music (i know everyone says that but for reals..) and I'm also toying with the idea of taking a class pertaining to Ethnomusicology but I have no musical background.
Kay..that was a total rant.Gotta love it.


Enjoy this masterpiece:

Bomb&Brilliant.


-Bootzilla Babay;btrilogy

16 November 2009

God's Word

Just read Thoughts of a White B'woy (empowering blog and don't you love how he spelled 'Boy' like B'woy..cute) and found this interesting post pertaining to Moses, Art, Biblical history, and an Ethiopian woman, click on the link below to read full post:



I took AP Art History Senior year and the only time I saw a black woman portrayed in art was as a Mammy. Wow...and we covered 2000 years of art. Wait, correction, the statues and masks from Sub-Sahara chapter could count (uhh..sike!) Well I'm excited to have seen this.Bomb.


-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

15 November 2009

Double Consciousness

Just got done reading Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, an American Slave and excerpts from W.E.B. Du Bois' Souls of Black Folks and this video came to mind:



Love American history and culture, so rich..so muddled. Imperfect but admist all of it..Bomb,Beautiful,& Brilliant.


-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

13 November 2009

Shawt-ayy

I had a previous post exalting Jay-Z for calling out AutoTune. I still stand by what I wrote. What I have below is Weird Al's break down of what's happened over the last 5 years. It's hilarious and so true. Just to show you where we are in the stage of this AutoTune fade here's a link (priceless).
Enjoy.


Bomb.
-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

11 November 2009

Queen Bee






She strikes again:



B slows it down a bit, indulge in the moment.
Click on the link below.








Sweet Dreams (LIVE ) - Beyoncé



Bomb&Beautiful.
-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

09 November 2009

Fear

I'm such a perfectionist.
That's why I haven't posted since sometime in July..August? I don't know really.
I do know that I did start this journey in July. I was up late one summer night--in the playroom--surrounded by unfolded clothes, chillin' on the pull-out-couch, ready to go. Go. Finally just do something. To follow through. To not over think and analyze, but just to throw myself out there.
Something I don't do enough. But here I am again. This Fall Sunday evening. Surrounded by unfolded clothes, standing by my bed in my college dorm (in the dark i might add because both my roommates are sleeping)....I gotta Go. I was talking to one of my good friends and we were talking about Fear. The reason much of my life has been stagnant has been due to Fear. Fear of trying because I could easily fail; fear of loving because I could easily be hurt; fear of learning the truth because I would then have responsibility to provide change.
I am a perfectionist--I'm a Virgo, it's in my nature. But I have to realize not everything is going to be perfect. That it's just not. So I have to shine no matter what. Here's some Jazmine Sullivan to end me off right:



I'm Back.Bomb.
-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

07 July 2009

King of Pop

In honor of Michael Joseph Jackson. Today was his memorial which was heartfelt and respectful--only right to recognize an international icon.

05 July 2009

Let It All Out


Got a secret? And can't shout it from the rooftop? It's okay, go to Whisperz. Many have heard of PostSecret--a place where people can send in their secrets be it a secret love, secret past, etc. The catch is the secret has to be represented artistically on a postcard. It's a wonderful idea, sort of a public confessional--isn't what this day and age is about?[Warning:Offtopic Rant] The reason why the blogging community is flourishing...Aside from people who like easier access to their celebrity gossip...it's because people want to be heard, want to make their mark. It's so easy to be grouped and set aside, so the individual is demanding to be recognize as a unique being among the masses. Going back to Whisperz, it's a place where one can free themselves from the burden of their secret, recognize other's daily struggles, and maybe even relate--a place to serve self, sympathize with others, and possibly realize that "you're not the only one going through it". Try it, when you just need it to be out in the open, go ahead and type something in--it's anonymous. Bomb.
-Bootzilla Babay;btrilogy

04 July 2009

Classic


I often rate commercials and there is nothing like a quality commercial. I love commercials that not only are cute, but have great background music. So great, that you sit there and listen to the lyrics so you can Google them later and find out what that kickbooty song was. Like Landon Pigg's "Falling in Love at a Cofee Shop," which was the song for an AT&T commercial. But I do wish that commercials were more like in the olden days with jingles and all. We have a couple somewhat with Bounty (*Bounty quicker picker upper...*) and McDonald’s *I’m lovin it*—but nothing compared to my parent's generation. Check out my Featured Commercial section at the bottom of the page. And look forward to a Featured Artist section. Bomb.
-Bootzilla Babay;btrilogy



03 July 2009

Proud To Be An American



Fireworks. Bright lights. Smoke. Smiles. Patriotism. Since 1777, fireworks have been the finale to a day set aside in recognition of American values, unity, and independence. Like the barbecues or the neighborhood kids running around playing water wars, Fourth of July wouldn't be the same without those red, white, and blue sparks in the night sky. But like anything, fireworks cost money. Esshh, money...hmm, that's kinda tight--ain't it? Yeah, dang it, the recession has even put our precious fireworks into question. Montebello, California faced the question (like other U.S. cities), are we still going to go through with the firework show? "Of course! That's shouldn't even be a consideration, eh? We're AmericUns ain't we--we gotta have the fireworks!" But Montebello, CA saw the truth, faced reality, and rose above the symbolism and took action, dare I say, like the Founding Fathers. The City of Montebello unanimously voted to take the money from their firework budget and donate it to the local food banks--to the citizens who have felt the heaviness of the recession. Oh Montebello, may your Fourth of July shine bright--brighter than however many fireworks, because I have never been so Proud to Be An American. Bomb,Beautiful,&Brillant. 
-Bootzilla Babay; btrilogy

01 July 2009

Grateful



2009 Bet Awards--Viewer's Choice Awards, amazing host, shocking performances, memorable performances, Michael Jackson tribute--all in all, it was a good show. There is plenty I could talk about, like: Alicia Keys&Wyclef, the outstanding job Jamie Foxx did, the sense of class the award show had this year... I want to focus instead on Jay-Z. The same man who supposedly retired. I want to show him some respect and GRATITUDE! I am talking about D.O.A. his latest single. Apart from his performance being pure FIYAA (ie. fire) the song itself was a battlecry against some of the nonsense that has seeped into mainstream hiphop (ie. AutoTune). I knew something was wrong when I found myself quoting my parents, "They used real instruments when it came to OUR music and they could actually SANG". The Padres were right--and I had lost all hope and began to revert to only listening to songs like Fire and Desire by Teena Marie&Rick James  OR True Colors by Cyndi Lauper--but then Jay-Z saved the day..he's attempting to save the music. And I'm truly Grateful. Bomb.
-BootzillaBabay;btrilogy

Dawning

Impeccable Timing. The 1st of July, 2009. FIRSTS&LASTS--people tend to get all caught up in them, me included. Something about being the FIRST to dig into a freshly, opened carton of Double Chocolate Brownie Dreyers Ice Cream OR the LAST bite of that amazing club sandwich from Dennys (now begins an endless amount of food analogies, get use to it; my nickname's not FatKid for nothin'). Yes, today is the 1st of July and my first blogpost. This is all about a new direction I am determined to head, and this is the first step.
So sit back and join me on my journey. Beautiful.
-BootzillaBabay;btrilogy
In honor of MJ& New Beginnings, this is dedicated to all embarking onto new things: