OH & BY THE WAY...JAN 31ST 1993!

Happy 16th Birthday to my baby brother Kedar Addon Errol Hunter. (Jeah, thats him in da yellow and white...)

You getting big boy, and you know you my Best friend.

You yellow buscuit in the face ass nucca!

Just know that i am very proud of you. Doing your thing in Football, stay focused, don't let these little young birds get to you son! lol.

Only reason why i pick arguments with you over AIM is because i miss yo ugly ass.

You know, besides the other brothers you're all i have.

It's just us two in that lonely house together, and even though you get me tight w. ya annoying ass ways.

I mean like--- that's what little brothers do right?

i lovee youuu KeyKey.



Ya big sister, who you got ya swag from:

La-Li-Lah, as you would call me.



<3

JUST RAMBLiNG....

I just got done doing some extreme "Crunch" Work out with my girl Domi. Crunches, sit-ups, all types of crazy shit i normally don't do. But like i told you guys, im on my work out shit. So i went to the gym from 330-5 today then had a 2nd workout in my living room. As of right now-- Ha-- my body is Numb (well, of cousre, except my fingers. =]) Now, im just laying on the couch with Jenny watching, "Clean House," where basically a group of people go to some other people house and help them clean their dirty ass houses, like they not a bunch of grown ass people. Smh. In this episode, there's 4 grown ass women and their crib looks like what the fuck... Do ya'll remember Laura from 'Family Matters"? Well, she's one of the host on this show and she looks like straight Basura (garbage en espanol) =/ Sadly. She was way cuter back then. I always thought she was mad pretty. I guess some people grow out out their cuteness. WHOMP.

So Valentine's day is approaching. Makes me ponderrrrrr, this one i think will be a Valentine-less year. Last year's was real nice but, i never had a BOMB ASS Valentine day. Honestly speaking. I can be real romantic when i wana, but things never last that long 4 me to even reach that level w. a person. My boy just asked me to be his Valentine though, lol. So we gona be Online Valentines, sending Post cards and shit. Shout outs to you D. Ferg! Lmao.

I Should have a Valentine's Day Playlist for yall to get ya'll groove on too ;). And trust me when i say, yall wont be disappointed. My music taste is SERIOUS. So CHILL SON!
Tell me what yall got planned for V-day doe. and remember:
NO GLOVE! NO LOVE BiSHS!!

Love yall!

*Ayo Millzy! ooww

QUOTE OF THE DAY:

" KEEP YOUR HEAD TO THE SKY & YOUR FEET TO THE GROUND."
as said by, =Mill Millz= herself.

Never let up nor down. Just do yo thang.
btw.
Good morningggg =)

Word.

=Millzy.

THEY MADE iT!

RiNGMASTERS MADE iT YALL.
GiVE iT UP!!!!

ALTHOUGH i THOUGHT THAT PERFORMANCE WAS ODEE POPPiN.
i FEEL LiKE THE ViEWERS WONT FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT.

iF THEY DiD THAT SHiT ON FLEX THOUGH.
PSSHHHH!
YOU ALREADY KNOW!!

BROOKLYNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

BACK TO HOMWORK NOW =)

WORD TO MY MUHVALAND.

MAD SHiT... LOL

Aight so alot of shit happened today. Here's for a little recap.

1.This morning about 2 A.M. My homegirl that i grew up with in East New York, found me on FACEBOOK. I have not seen this girl in 6 years. We lost contact after i moved to Queens and we basically went our separate ways. Hopefully this summer we can chill and catch up on each others lives. I love you Facebook!!! =)

2. I had one class today--Broadcast Delievery. Came back to my room and slept til 530. Hit the gymmm like i said i would (Ha! Check me out baby!) Now my stomach, arms, and thighs are killing me.

3. We had a Unity Meeting today. Basically there had been a beef between the upper classmen (My class) and the freshmen. You know how in the midst of things words get twisted, dirty looks exchanged, and other small dumb shit. Well, those things almost turned into someone getting their ass whopped. But we are in College, this is not High School. And with that said. At this meeting things were put out on the table and hopefully, things will be better on campus.

4. Now im back in my room, and Jenny (the roommate) is in here going bananas over the kee kee going down in Grey's Anatomy. I don't watch this shit, so im lost. lol.

5. I woke up with my brothers on my mind. Things will get better with time =).

6. Ima start having a "quote of the day" section, something to start off all of our day.

"WE REMAiN A YOUNG NATiON, BUT iN THE WORDS OF SCRiPTURE, THE TiME HAS COME TO SET ASiDE CHiLDiSH THiNGS."
-Our President.

Now... Back to America's Best Dance Crew. Lets see if RingMasters get it together. They bottom two right now, and Quest Crew Killed it. Hands down.

Word ma.
=Milli Millz=

REBUiLD WHAT'S BEEN DESTROYED.

I was trying to get some homework done, but somethings been bothering me so leme get it off my chest.
I am the oldest and only girl out of 6 boys. Joel--Kedar--Jayvon--Jahday--Jarell--Kiaje= those are my little brothers.
Now; for me to tell my story word for word will take alot of time, alot of time i feel like i do not have because in the time spent explaining my story to you i can be actually trying to fix this problem. Moving on though, long story short:
Joel, Kedar, Jayvon, Jahday and I all grew up together. In the midst of us getting older, things began to happen. Parent seperations, home divisions, siblings comptetions. We were once oh so close, i mean close. I mean, there was no such thing as Joel without Jamila, Jamila without Jayvon, etc. But things began to happen in ways i can't seem to explain verbally, rather i think my words can vividly show you how i feel right now.
Today, is my baby brother Jayvon 14th birthday. Because of all the bullshit i rather not go to in depth with, i have not seen my baby brother for 2 years. How do i feel? Being the older sister? Like total shit. All those times i went home for break, i kept telling myself: "Oh, im going to see Jayvon today. Oh, im going to see Jahday today." But yet, i always found someway to go against my word and put others before them. What a mistake. Today was the first time i've spoken to my baby brother Jayvon in almost two years. His voice has changed and so has his frame of mind-- he does not give a fuck anymore. And i dont blame him. But listen to this-- my baby brother Jahday has not seen his older brother (Jayvon) for quite a while now. And when i went to see him last month, this 11 year old expressed to me, that his life was nothing but a dream, and when he woke up he wished that things can go back to how they were. Back in the day when we played Man Hunt, watched Beavis & Butthead, back to the day when grandma use to yell for her remote. He hates the fact that him and his older brother no longer speak because of a family feud that people can't seem to get a grip on and move on.
This shit hurts me. I feel like i have failed as a sister and guardian to my baby bro's yo. How can i be absent to the small one's? When i was all they knew as the older person who was suppose to care for them. We grew apart in the worse way and it hurts.
Everyone is so caught up in doing their own thing that they never stopped to see the bigger picture. The bigger picture being the disappearance of love between brothers and sisters. mothers and father, aunts and uncles. I miss my family. I mean-- i never had a big family to begin with. So the one that i have are now slowly fading. And today i began my quest to try and fix what little bit we have left. Because we are all we got. It's crazy how we all went from something to nothing man. Like, how can I let this happen? I can't hold the excuse of me being busy with school get in the way of still keeping contact with my brothers, cousins, etc. It's been a while since i cried this hard today. Just hearing Jayvon's voice, and to not even recognize my own baby brothers voice..... like what the fuck? And for him to say JAM? IS THAT YOU? and for us to be such strangers to one another?
Na, this is not how it use to be, and it's not the way it's suppose to be.
I am going to try my BEST to fix this. I Promise You.

Don't mistake this post as a sad story yo... Take this as a lesson. Don't forget the important things your life. I would go on, but the pains in my stomach and chest right now are unbearable.

i love my family.
there's nothing nor noone that can replace them.
My little brothers are all grown up.
Hopefully we can rebuild what has been destroyed.

On a journey;
=Milli Millz=

8:58AM-- NO SCHOOL !

So i just woke up to check if classes were still happening and their not!

This is the email that made my day:
"MCLA is closed today, Wednesday, January 28th, due to the snow storm. All day and evening classes are cancelled."

There's about 10-16 inches of snow out and the Campus is locked down.
So you know what that meansssssssssssssssss.
BACK TO SLEEP i go! =D

ooowwwww!!

But too everyone that had to get up and attend work and/or school.
Be safe please.
Thanks.

P.S. Happy 14th Birthday to my baby brother Jayvon Chance Creswell.
I know i haven't been the best big sister in the world, but I'm working on it. Once i hit NY again i got you.
I love you JayJay <3


=Milli Millz=

TiL THE DEATH PART 2

Something my ace Banga wrote, and i just applied it to myself and it goes hand in hand w. my last post: ENJOY! =)

Ms. Journalism/Broadcasting Student:
Ms. Swag on point make you twitch:
Ms. Neva had been Less than a true Boss Chiq:
Ms. Never been cocky cuz Im way 2 cool:
Ms. “Can You stop For a Minute?” on Her Way 2 School:
Ms. Respected by Many:
Ms. Disrespect is Rare:
Ms. “Speak up Bird I Cant Hear You From Up Here!!”:
Ms. Neva Been A Hoe:
Ms. Neva Been a Groupie:
Ms. Get Her Nails but will Still Smack off Kufi’s:
Ms. Loyal to Her Friends:
Ms. if she had one she'll be Loyal to her Man:
Ms. Get Out of My Life If You Cant Understand:
Ms. Nucca Step off if You aint tryna Step up:
Ms. Ma You Aint doin ish so Shut the EFF up:
Ms. 1 oF a Kind:
Ms. Stay on Her Grind:
Ms: Try 2 Find some1 Else like Me:
Ms. This:
Ms. That:
Ms. Milli Millz.
Holla back.

TiL THE DEATH... YA HERD?!

"thesarahnoelle (9:49:21 PM): im sarah noelle
thesarahnoelle (9:49:23 PM): til the death of it."

That's what Sarah said to me. And coming from her. That's a big deal. She's always been the person constantly talking about Change. Change within herself, change within society, just change. Too me, change is good (like the shit Obama tryna do)--but depending on the situtaion but i mean, dont try to fix what isn't broken.

Alot of people-- the one's i know-- try to change what they don't like about themselves because maybe they feel like socially their not what it is. But i'm here to tell you: Fuck what society got to say. Do You. If you try forever to fit in, you wont... EVER. We were born to be ourselves, and as we grow older life becomes too busy to even worry about who said what-- who did who--who is who and why. When Sarah said that, i couldn't help but smile because she is HER, til the death.

And that's how everyone should be. Appreciate who you are. Ya moms aint carrying you for all those months for you to come out and change yaself up. What kind of ungrateful shit you on?!

I know as for me-- i've never been so sure of myself.
I'm Jamila S. Creswell til the death.
holla.


=Milli Millz=

DEDiCATiON WHERE?

See. I'm already starting my bullshit. Its been a day or two since i last posted. Let me tell yall a lil something about myself.

I began this blog with the hopes of actually becoming dedicated to a craft. I can honestly put myself on blast and say that I am Queen Procrastinator. For 19 years of my life, i've been real good at beginning things then mid-way stopping. Either because 1-i just got lazy 2-got bored 3-no longer found joy in it. I'm not an athlete although I've been told several times throughout my life:"Jamila, You're a good height. Put that shit to use. Go play some ball." Now, just because i have dude tendencies does not mean that i want to dribble a ball, and just because i have the height for it doesn't mean that it's meant for me to do so (im average 5'7 btw).

What i do is WRITE. That's ME. I have a thing for bringing my words to life and getting my thoughts out to the world as i see it. For these past days, i wont front, i've been hella busy. I mean look at me! I am a sophomore in college tryna do my 1,2. So what i'm saying is Don't knock me... Just have patience. From here on out, i shall be on my Bloggington game. It's just that i'll come to my room after a long day of Step practice, meetings, homework, gym work outs (which i will be hitting everyday as a promise to myself) and then to blog... my fingers won't let me, although i know that this blog is to serve me, a purpose. And i'm going to use this shit to my fullest fucking potential.

I just thought i put you guys on to how i be sometimes. And im grateful for all 10 of my viewers. Shit we all gotta start from somewhere right?



Moving on!

This past weekend was a BLAST. Saturday by far has to be one of the funniest days i've had ina while and def will go up in my top 10.
So boom, i played a game of "Taboo" for 4 HOURS. Yes-- from midnight to 4 in the morning, at my boys Just and Jamal cribb. That game is maddddd funny. For example; my boy Jameek and girl Tay are on teams. The word was BBQ SAUCE. So, Tay had to describe this to him without saying the actual word. So Jameek's trying mad hard to come up with the answer and this is how Tay's describing it (im cracking up just thinking about it) She goes: "IT'S CREAMY! IT'S ALL OVER YOUR FACE! IT'S MMMMMM." All while making crazy facial expressions.
Now-- somebody please tell me what does creamy and mmmm have anything to do with bbq sauce? Lmaoo. Yo, everybody in the house shouted: "CUM?! A NUT?! What da fuck Tay?!" lmao.
Sad part is-- he never got it! WHOMP!
Then, just at the last round of the game, somebody started playing music and that totally threw everyone off. Next thing i know, the lights went off, the black light came on and it turned into a lil lounge. Out of nowhere-- Tasha is in the kitchen-- cooking some Porkchops, mac and cheese, and corn, while my boy Just dead ass made some hot dogs on the grill. Someone pulled out a bottle of Disarronno and it was Game over. Feeling nice plus a full course meal? At 4 A.M? The night ended with me falling asleep on the couch and waking up... looking at the clock and realizing that it was damn 7 AM! Me and my girls ran out that house, I went into my home, knocked everything that was on my bed OFF, and drooled my life away. Life gets No Better. =)

Man oh man. Good times Good times. I appreciate them for real. loll -- i am rolling right now.
This weekend, i think we're going to play Pictionary or Twister-- this shall be interesting.

Today though-- I had 4 classes. Took a banging ass nap from 130-4. Hit the gym from 5-615. Had some dinner after that then went to Step practice from 745-9. Then another meeting. See what i mean ? None the less though, thats no excuse. I love yall.

Now its going on 11 and its time for me to go wash my yellow ass. Smelling like hot sauce and pickle juice. ahaha -- I'm mad dumb, don't mind me =)

Tomorrow's another day yo.
i'm working on that thing called "Dedication."
<3
Word.
*Millzy*

FRiDAY NiGHT/SATURDAY AFTERNOON

My fault for not posting yesterday ya'll.
It was Friday and you already know Friday = Party. Plus i was hella busy during the day. So i def apologize.
Me and my girls went to this "80's party" in the Pines Sorority House.
Shit was aight, only thing that sucks about this school parties is that they end before freaking 12.
Blah... Whatever.

We party'd and bullshit.. Had a lil too much to drink (as usual), went back to Tasha house, danced around, played some card game. Then, we went to my boys Justin & Jamal house-- chilled over there for a good minute then paid some of the basketball players-- Lopes, Marv, Harris and Gesse-- a visit.
Had a mini sex talk, which was hilarious as shit.
"Like seriously ladies, what do you do with a 13 inch dick?!"
lmao.
i love my hommies.
Oh and can't forget the quote of the night... " it's not that i dont like black girls, its just that i feel like my dick is too short-- isn't big enough for yall."
Thats a wholeeeee other story! ahaha. I got ya'll tho. Next post-- next post. =)

Afterward though, i was so beat, i went to my house. Came to my empty ass dorm room, and realized i can't stand to sleep in that room by myself. Reasons being for one-- im scared of the dark and it just seems mad lonely down here. My roommate needs to hurry back!

So instead, i got my poka-dot comforter, my teddy bear Daniel and headed back over to Tash house, where i slept in her bed with her (yes, 6 years in the making, so i aint gota say No homo!) lol.

I'll put pics up of last night once i get them.
Last night was the first time in a very long time, me and all of my girls actually went out together. And i love the feeling of it.

This weekend we fina just do it again! Ya diggy?!

Moving on-- I just got back from an interview with my school newspaper "The Beacon".
They want to do a story on my Step Squad Nexxus. So me being the Vice President and my girl Mo'e the President of the team, -- went in some sweats and hoodies, looking mad thuggish. Lol. I wonder what the reporter was thinking when he saw us. In any case though, we got our point across. And Nexxus is the shit, i can't wait for competition in Feb. We got some flyy shit. But i'll speak on that later too!

At 4 i'll be at the boys bball game.
Then after, its whatever.
My mind is everywhere right now, if you cant tell by this post.
But just hang w. me for a sec-- i'll get back in no time.

Word to me*
=Milli Millz=

AFTER MiDNiGHT

So i had to come back real quick.

It is "Thirsty Thursday" (Basically everyone drinking, getting twisted) on my campus today and there's like MAD people running around acting a damn fool.

I'm chilling in my living room.
Domi (My girl from Boston) is cleaning up.
and here come's my two homeboys: Michael & Ashton.

This nucca Michael is sitting here eating a White Castle sandwich-- fresh out the microwave and a damn Chocolate Chip Cookie sandwich!!!!
Ashton is dead ass making FRIED HOT DOGS!
and Jenny is making a fucking Cheese and Turkey OMLET!!

Now ask me why i hate these people called my friends!!
Lmfaooo!

And I'm chatting with my son Ant, and he goes :
Ant (12:50:50 AM): how far away is ya school again from ova here?
MiLLZ (12:50:58 AM): 4.5. hourss
Ant(12:51:15 AM): ooo ok kool
Ant(12:51:20 AM): wus da transportation
Ant(12:51:27 AM): did i ask u that already?
MiLLZ (12:52:43 AM): LOL
MiLLZ (12:52:44 AM): YES
MiLLZ (12:52:45 AM): GILL
MiLLZ (12:52:52 AM): Port authority
MiLLZ (12:52:56 AM): to Williams town
Ant (12:52:59 AM): lmfaooo
Ant (12:53:11 AM): WILLIAMS town fuck yall got sherriffs and shyt lol

Shaking my head.
This is what my LIFE consist of: AFTER Midnight =P

=Millzy.

Bee aRe Oh Oh Kay eL whY eN... COME AGAiN?

Just finished watching ABDC (America's Best Dance Crew for the people living under rocks) with my housemates. Of course anticipating RingMasters performance. I didn't get to write about their 1st performance because uh, apparently i didnt have this. But now i can.

When they got on stage, before they even began to dance, my punk ass was tearing up. A lot of people IM'd me laughing because Lil' Mama began to cry, but on some real shit-- i felt her.

It feels real good to see the people you grew up with trying to do something with their lives. Like--i know these nuccas. I'm from the East. I grew up on watching them in Cypress P's getting it popping at Block parties, and lets not forget where everything started.

FLEX SHOW CASE!

Flex in Brooklyn aired on Fridays.

Saturday-- nuccas was in the FlexHouse getting it poppin in Crown Heights.

And the Sundays, the day everyone feen'd for.....

Like i remember, 10th grade to 12th, one Sunday every month, getting dressed. Putting on our flyyest shit to go to The Masonic Temple in Bed Stuy, to watch every crew from Total Package to Bad Company to Off Limitz to Main Eventt, now known as RingMasters-- do they thing.

Crazy shit like jump off the balcony.

Like-- it was something you couldn't appreciate by just hearing about it.

You HAD to be there.

It felt great to see these boys go from BCAT, which only aired in Brooklyn. To being on one of Viacom's most watched stations-- MTV. Thats a BIG FUCKIN DEAL.

I laughed when i saw them standing there in all red.

lmao!

SOOOO BROOKLYN!! Word to me!

But i cant front though, I wasn't to impressed with this performace tonight like Lil'Mama said.

Maybe it's cause I'm used to seeing them go wayyy harder. And like Shane Sparks said, they gota come up with something else, and not repeat the same shit. In which i def wont mind cause thats their speciality and it always seems to amaze me. But i guess i feel where they coming from. They got this though!!! EASY! Brooklyn been on the map, i can't express that any further.

And its going to take more than just ONE post to let ya'll know what it is when it comes to my hood.But like said before-- these dudes came a longgg way and there's no taking that away.

They got the whole BeeKay on they back.

& we love them for that.

There's a huge sense of Pride man. I swear.

Gutta.

Nugget.

Slick.

Reggie.

Marty McFly.

Spyda.

& Punchline.

Yall got this !

For info on the hommies check this out: http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/dance_crew/crews.jhtml?crew=ringmasters

BROOKLYN WE GO OH SO HARD.

oh and for a little look of Flex in Brooklyn: Def check out this link-- Shit will blow yo mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rt0vyaSMVmQ

Health, Weath, & East New York =)

Word.

=Milli F-n Millz=

RELATiONSHiPS ARE JUST 30 MiNUTES LONG...

I've been trying to break out of this 'no sleep' habit i got going on. Instead of going to bed at almost 4 each morning, im trying to get my ass in bed by the latest 2am. And so far i've been pretty successful with it. Until last night/this morning.

I'm knocked!
Drool, slob, eye curst, all that.
And there's this loud ass bang on my dorm room door. So me and my roommate Jenny roll over, look at each other to see who was going to actually get up and answer. I won-- Jenny got up.
Look at the time-- its 3 something.

So she opens, and its Tash.
"Get up son-- she needs us."
My girl Victoria is upstairs balling tears because her man for of almost 3 years tells her he does not want to be with her anymore. For whatever reason-- he cant seem to express vividly.

These guys were inseparable from the first day I met them.
But not to kill the story by telling HER story, basically he says that 'there are small things that they constantly disagree on and doesn't feel like they can be worked out."
Victoria respond to this is of course, "yes we can".

Long story short:
They had been going through their lil crisis. He told her that although they were going through their drama, he would hold up his promise of hitting her up, keeping things focused on them so that they can sooner than later get back on the right track. Apparently, he hadn't been, so Victoria went out her way to express to him that she wasn't feeling how he hasn't been keeping up with his end of the bargain. All she knows is, he starts barking odee, saying don't call him any more, a few name calling and that was that. Lets not forget, he had been "drinking." (I put the quotes around drinking because now everybody wana blame it on the goose!) Psssh. =/

I'm sitting there in my panties and tee, hair scarf and eyes still closed trying to figure out the science behind this maddness. And i begin to reflect back on my past relationships.
Victoria never really been through the drama of being with someone for so long, putting in her all and then at the end coming to find out that 1. all the time spent might have just been a waste of time and 2. she may never find a dude like this guy.

Being that this shit done happened to me before-- i already placed myself in her shoes. Myself, Tash, and a few of my housemates began to tell her that she just needs to let things flow. Its going to take a while before she actually gets over this man and regardless how long she sat there saying how much she hated him, the love was apparently something she cherished because if it had not been-- she would not be in the state she is now. A broken heart is hard to fix, love unreturned is like a question without an answer. And although he had been returning the love (for about 3 years), it seems it wasn't real enough for them to make amendments and really make things work.

And that is what Victoria wants-- to be able to get over this whole situation and change his mind.
But like i always say: Dudes will be dudes.
I'm not here to paint a bad picture of him because it's different from me being just his hommie then looking at him from my girls perspective.
I just cant-- cause i wasnt the one dating him.

But what i can do is understand where she's coming from.
All the heart ache and 'what if's' that i know, as im writing this is circulating in her mind.
I told her today at dinner that the best thing for her to do is stay focused on School-- that should be her #1 priority since her relationship is now no number.

The thing is though-- They say a drunk mind speaks a sober heart. So even though he just might say he was drunk and didn't mean it. Doesn't that work against him?
Why cant people just keep it real from the jump?
Why couldn't he just tell her why he doesn't want to continue their relationship?
And most importantly--what can she do to keep her time moving forward?


Any advice for her?
Anything ya'll can offer from previous experiences?
Leave it here.

"Relationships are just 30 minutes long...
Kind of heavy.
Maybe a lil Strong."
-Lupe.

Nothing last forever.
The best things must come to an end.

Now ask me why im single.
Shit.


Word.
=Milli Millz=

JUST ME BEiNG POLiTE

Just wanted to say Good Morning.

so GOOD MORNING guys.

Todays's schedule:
Radio Production 9-950 am
Concepts in Biology 11-1150am
Magazine Writing & Editing 12-1250pm
Spanish 1-150pm


Sidebar: i don't feel to good. =/

i shall return later.


-Milli.

SO iTS OFFiCiAL TiSSUE

The big homie is officially America's daddy.
Classes were cancelled from 11am-2pm so everyone was able to tune into the inauguration.
Due to lack of sleeep last night (went to bed at 4am)--i almost missed my 1st day of Biology Lab (9:30am)-- but thanks to the super duper bestie Tasha, she sent me a text saying:"Jam Get the fuck up!"
lmao.
Where would i be w. out her is what i ask!
Anyway; moving on.

At 11am, i get a text from my mommie sayin:"I hope you are watching your new president give his speech. You voted."
And i could't help but to cheese. Like odee CHEESEEEE. Too know that this man, who looks like me, when the press is not in his face--talk like me, and gota crazy swagg, even walks like me... has been elected to be the 44th president of the U.S.of A! Word to my moms, i am so thankful for being able to see this day.
I'm not going to give you word for word of his speech, because im pretty sure EVERYONE and they POPS were on it but i will def say that Barack Obama IS my inspiration and so is his gorgeous family.

One part of the Inauguration that had me cracking up though was the Benediction by Rev. Joseph E. Lowery.
This man said: "....help us work for that day when black will not be asked to give back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man, and when white will embrace what is right."

Now-- if ya'll didn't find that funny, yall wack!
That part had me on the FLOOR because he did not CARE. "When brown can stick around-- when white will embrace what is right." As funny as that shit sounds though, its 110% TRUE.

Tasha said that she's never been so proud to own an American Flag. And i totally agree.
It was all about my Puerto Rican and Panama Flag @ 1st! loll.

Naw, but on some real shit.
God Bless America.
God Bless the Obamas.
God Bless us All.

It has been made OFFICAL.
It is OFFICAL.

=Milli Millz=

FOR THE BiG HOMMiE OBAMA AKA O-BREEZY!

Its Midnight, officially the day of The Inauguration and i just got the odee bubble guts. Why? i have nooo clue. Just the thought of this powerful man at the podium, speaking to us all.

Yo-- shit is just crazy.

See, this is another reason why Life is Golden, as said like 10 minutes ago.

Now tell me I'm lying. =)

Welcome big hommie O-breezy.

We in here!

Easyyyyy!!

WORDD!

=Millzy 4 O breezy. ooowww!=

LiFE iS GOLDEN

...This is a statement I've been saying for a good minute now.
It basically came about one day... i was thinking about all the things i complain about, all the things i lack and all the things I'm overwhelmed with. And i came to the conclusion that even when times seem-- no-- rather when times ARE hard, we tend to lose sight of all the good that's been holding us up and together. I tend to do that alot. I'm a very happy person, dont get it twisted. Im not here to cry about how socially incorrect or whatever i am, because i can honestly say that i am a well rounded girl. But i do have my times where i be feeling like a fuckin re re.

My boy just lost his cousin downsouth last night, and he called me being to basically vent. A girl by the name of Nyasia passed away after a party in Brooklyn the other day, and i began to think about all the people that i've lost in the last 2 years.
Then when it comes to relationships (a bad break up)--school (you got a F or had to withdraw)--the big and small things that happen to us--whatever it maybe. When the bad things happen to us we just cant seem to grip around the reasons behind them. It's just always the question of 'WHY?' And i kind of feel like i know WHY.

The things that happen to us are to make us stronger. They happen so we can learn from it--cherish it and move on. They happen to everyone, just at different times. You're definitely not alone. I know how cliche that shit is, like we've heard that all our lives. But on some real shit-- its true.

Think of all the good.. Then put them up against the bad.
Maybee the bad just happens to actually weigh out the good.
but think about it-- you're still here.
Alive-- breathing--try smiling man.

Always know that we have to go through all the bad and worst before we can really feel and appreciate the good and great.

Real talk.

keep in mind yo.
that Life is Golden .


Word to da Muhvaland.
=Milli Millz=

SCHOOL vs. ME

So, i woke up this afternoon around 12:45, went to brunch w. my roommate Jenny, had mad french toast, eggs, home fries, and apple juice. I come back to my room and theres this email in my FirstClass account, (Firstclass is what students @ my school, MCLA Massachusettes College of liberal Arts, use as means of communication). Anyway-- i open the email, sent to me and some others, from this white chick and its entitled "Hip Hop/Urban Culture"

Here's the email:
Hey! What's up? I hope you all had a great winter break! I am writing to you because for my "Creating Story Theatre" class my group is doing the topic "Urban Culture". Our performance will be during the One Acts on April 28th-30th (performing on one of those days). We may need to work out a time that works for you to meet before then. All of us are not very familiar with hip hop dance and we were hoping maybe you guys could help out or recommend someone who could!
Some ways you can help:
--Teach us some hip hop dance/Step
--Perform as part of our skit (Or if you have a video from a performance we could show it on a projection screen)
--Cut a track(s) for us
--Answer some questions in an interview
I know that you all are probably wicked busy but this would be a great help! We are planning to include: hip-hop dance, music, slam poetry, body art, speed painting, graffiti art...ect. If you have any thoughts, suggestions or other ways you could help out please feel free to let me know. I hope you all have a good semester! Thanks!
BTW, this would be a great thing to put on a resume! :-D

Sincerely,
L.M.


I read it, and @ first nothing seemed wrong. But then i went back to the top to view who recieved this email, and not to my surprise it was all the African-American students on campus.
Mind you, my school is majority white and maybe about 60 blacks out of a campus of about 1,200.

A friend of mine Jamal, Replied to the email asking the recipients:
Hey,
Did everyone read the message below? LoL-- should any of us be offended? I honeslty don't know how I should feel about this... am I overreacting?

Jamal

Now, who told this girl that US black students know how to dance urban? Who told her to email all the black students on campus??? Who told her that i was BLACK?! How she assume all of us are African American??

So many levels of ignorance that i bet she didn't even catch on too. Just being mad fucking closed minded.

Sad right?
I didn't even reply back-- at least not yet.
Cuz i know for a fact, some fly shit will come off these lips.
And i got hella homework to do.
But ill be sure to show you guys my response once im done w. my homework.

All i could do is shake my head.
Am i overreacting?

.........


-Millzy.

iNTRODUCTiON: SUBJECT TO CHANGE

Ah hem!
- Allow me to introduce to myself.
Name is Jamila; mostly known as J-Millz;Millie;Millzy;Jay-Pay-$0;High Yellow; or as seen in the title-Milli Millz. I'n not into this whole INTRODUCTORY paragraph thing-- it brings me back to High school w. all the topic sentences & shit like that.

I've been waiting a while to begin this bloq of mine, but since im not that great at makin the banners and all that flyy shitt-- i relied on my handy dandy best friend Miss. SARAH NOELLE and here it is. I didnt want to begin posting and have you guys readin my shit on some ashy ass lay out. Ya diggy?! But now that its decent--- i can get on w. my show yo. =)


I'm not going to sit here & write a whole "ABOUT ME" section, but for some quick facts:
i am a Proud East New York Brooklynnite--currently resting my head in my 2nd home-- SouthSyde Jamaica Queens (Nucca you herd me?! 50 voice)--
I tend to curse alot &
I'm trying to cut down on the 'N' word.
But it is what it is...


Why name my blog WORD?
Well-- because for one, its the most used phrase in my vocab, and 2-- WORD dates back to b4 i was born. Being used as a Statement, Question, Description of something, Reaction, or simply said when theres NO reaction at all.

WORD?
WORD.
SAY WORD?!

lol.
You get my drift.

As we get deeper into my world (this bloq), you'll learn more and more about me. Through my words, which i use to communicate w. the outsiders that are, of cousre, not inside of me (Pause).
Just the way i THINK is retarded-- and my ideas for this bloq are SICK.

Whether you enjoy it or not though--- this shall be some real, raw, hilarious, any and everything you can think of shit.
These are words coming from a full time English Communications, 19 year old, Brooklyn born, Hispanic Black girl.

Subject to change-- cuz everyday i learn something new about myself.
I mean, like-- who really stays the same anyway?


The Kee Kee has began.
Let me rock yo.

Word!
=Milli Millz=