Unbeatable people

What’s up with banana?

We all like bananas, don’t we? We know it’s good for our health. We like its color and actually eating one when we’re hungry. Well, unless you’re allergic to it or in the middle of hard diet, banana is harmless. But it could be different when someone you don’t know gives you one. Dirty thoughts, feel insulted, simply because it comes from a stranger.

So how about I try to beat that? Don't laugh... but wait if I can be more UNBEATABLE than the prejudice.

See… only 3 people rejected. So I guess we've just found another 95 UNBEATABLE people (apart from me, of course :p).

How about you?

UNBEATABLE GRANNY!!

 

WORD ON THE STREET: BILLBOARD VANDALISM

Yesterday 80-some Public Ad Campaign activists took to Manhattan billboards to deface and cover up corporate messages.


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MELISSA ROMANOVICH, 60, WEST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN

Have you been aware of the defacement of billboards here in New York City?

Vandalism? Yes I have. I see a lot of porno on the billboards. Children are exposed to it.

How do those ads make you feel?

Well, I don’t even own a TV. I know what’s going on in the world so I don’t need propaganda.

How do you gather your news?

From real encounters with real people, like policemen and things like that.

Do you have a lot of encounters with policemen?

Yes. I’d really rather not explain it.

Do you find the nudity in these billboards damaging to children?

I’m anti-gay and I’m anti-porno. I’m 35-years celibate. No sex.

Why did you choose celibacy?

Because I was raped three times by big, black, powerful men. I withdrew from the American dating scene and I come home alone every night. I’m a big recluse. I live down the block. I pay $139 for four rooms. I’ve lived there since I was 17.

Do you need a sub-letter?

No, I’m a recluse and I wouldn’t stand it. I walk around naked sometimes.

How do you leave your mark on New York City?

I’m a 40-year journalist. I write about what I see, the real world. When I leave my door in the morning I see the homeless, the drug-dealers, the real world. I don’t keep a blog. I write for myself.

Some people would consider American flag clothing to be a defacement of a national symbol.

You know where I got it? The back of a motorcycle. Petty theft. I don’t believe in the defacement of the American flag. My wearing it is just a non-radical joke. I just happen to wear it because I can’t stand my hair in my face. I’m 60 years old; I don’t feel the need to explain myself.

Have you ever lived in San Francisco?

Yes, I was 21 and it was during the Haight-Ashbury time. Free love. Drugs. I lost my virginity when I was very high. I was on a king-sized waterbed with a vibrator [chuckles]. A man was there, too. We had penetration.

YES SHE IS UNBEATABLE IS SHE?

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Let the music takes over..

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When I see this I know that this guy is my hero. He's got character and just love to let it go loud.
No reasons to tame it all down, cause he's an UNBEATABLE music fan.

And here's about the music that he was hearing.

Disco is a genre of dance music that that had its roots in clubs that catered to African American, psychedelic and other communities in New York City and Philadelphia during the late 1960s and early 1970s. While disco was a form of black commercial pop music and a craze among black gay men especially, it did not catch mainstream attention until it was picked up by the predominantly white gay clubs of New York. Latinos and women embraced disco as well, and the music eventually expanded to several other popular groups of the time.[12][13][14][15][10][16][17] In what is considered a forerunner to disco style clubs, in February 1970, the New York City DJ David Mancuso opened The Loft, a members-only private dance club set in his own home. Most agree that the first disco songs were released in 1973, though some claim Manu Dibango's 1972 Soul Makossa to be the first disco record. As the first article about disco was written in September 1973 by Vince Aletti for Rolling Stone Magazine. In 1974 New York City's WPIX-FM premiered the first disco radio show.[22]

 The disco phenomenon was the last mass popular music movement that was driven by the baby boom generation.

CREATIVE, BUT...

“So, a zebra breaks out of the zoo and she finds her way to a farm. She goes up to a big fat weird brown thing and says, “Hi, I’m a zebra. What are you?” “I’m a cow.” “And what do you do?” “I give the farmer milk.” Then she goes up to a funny looking little white thing and says,”Hi, I’m a zebra. What are you?” “I’m a chicken.” “And what do you do?” “I lay eggs for the farmer.” Then the zebra goes up to a very handsome beast that looks almost exactly like her but without the stripes. She runs over to it and says, “Hi, I’m a zebra. What are you?” “I’m a stallion” says the stallion. “Wow!” says the zebra, “and what do you do?” “Take off those pajamas, darling, and I’ll show you.”


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Yeah I agree with you all who say that this is cruel and should not be followed by any other zoo or circus, or any organization (by all means) in the whole wide world. But there's one thing I can highlight upon this, that creativity is there when there's a need to survive. And when you are cornered by a bad situation (or competition), you should beat the elimination by beating the challenge. And in some way, I must to admit that this zoo is UNBEATABLE.


 

WHAT?

Okay, this morning she freaked out and phoned me for an hour crying, after knowing the bad news. Morrissey collapsed on stage and got hospitalized. Wow yeah, this is a bad news, maybe the worst for us right now, obviously (flashback to my bank account).

I've checked the web and here's what I get. The bad news.

Quoted from the news:
He said to the 1,000-strong audience: "Good evening... probably," before performing The Smiths' 1983 hit.


 

I wish he would be UNBEATABLE and stand like a man saying, "the show must go on." But then again, as much as everybody else, I hope the man would be okay.

WE'RE COMING, QUEEN.

hhh finally I can reveal this.
This (was) actually a temporary big secret that my friend and I been kept for the latest month. Let me give a rough background to you before this. One day, someday in August, she browsed to one of the online tickets sellers and found that her fave singer Morrissey is going on tour in UK during Oct - Nov. So she was like, as happy as a mad cow, jumped around and compulsively booked the ticket(s). One for her, and the other is for whoever will go with her.

So yeah, after a week forcing me to be one of the ticket's owner, finally the other ticket is taken. And of course, she let me pay for the rest of my own bill. It costs me every pennies I've got...what a friend huh? Hahaha

But hey, the foolish part is totally mine. Why did I say yes in the first place? Not because I love Morrissey as much as her. Not because money wasn't an issue for me (to be honest, I even have to rob a bank for this ;p) Not because that I need a vacation so bad (cause obviously going to London on November is really not a wise choice for holiday, it's all windy and rainy and no snow whatsoever either). But maybe it all can happen just because: we both are short-thinkers. Yup, we don't think that much in this kind of cases. But do you realize, that most of our times are wasted because the activity that doesn't get you to active at all? Yes, thinking. Well, thinking is good but it won't be brilliant without the action. So we reverse the process. No thinking (or 20% only max) and more doing. 

So why I'm revealing you this right now? It's because today we got our visa approved. The tiny mad cow didn't let me talk unless everything is well-confirmed, otherwise it will be bad luck, she said. Ok, you got what you want, girl. We're going to see your English Heart. I bet she's still jumping around everywhere right now. Anyway, London is totally UNBEATABLE, right? Right.