tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16557796851227018202024-03-21T15:24:14.280-07:00Invisible Children Tour 2008marcus russell pricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658755793481089710noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-34586934453655690692008-11-20T08:51:00.001-08:002008-11-20T08:57:05.687-08:00Gulf Coast Farewell<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSIspQlFIxg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSIspQlFIxg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />We would like to thank all of our viewers for your continued support throughout the months. We wouldn't have been able to make it through tour without you! <br /><br />Most importantly, we would like to thank Jehovah Jira, for our number one hit single, "Suck Yo Mama".<br /><br />Gulf Coastcoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490508743168791161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-40176216565365442972008-11-13T00:21:00.000-08:002008-11-13T00:39:37.103-08:00Why so serious?<p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw82liUfrYaPCwA7mMDaTQjEoONv9UG9tghjDIEUNO4Rd3hbXb47pRujlqcnJfSGMGjJS7l0ZNO6Yl2NSMTwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>-Cal Veg/Pac</p>Ty2000ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01596126839431238446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-9656131878681026932008-11-08T17:12:00.000-08:002008-11-08T17:24:43.459-08:00A little DMill that reminded me of ya'll.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"The seasons remind me that I must keep changing. and I want to change because it is God's way...I want to keep my soul fertile for the changes so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind is made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Only the good stories have the characters different at the end than they were at the beginning. And the closest thing I can liken life to is a book, the way it stretches out on paper, page after page, as if to trick the mind into thinking it isn't all happening at once.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br />Life has pressed you and me into a book, too, this tiny chapter we share together...Everything we were is no more, and what we will become, will become what was. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >This is from where the story stems, the stuff of its construction lying at our feet like cut strips of philosophy."</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Can't wait to see ya'll in a week or so. You are so amazing. I hope you LOVE your last week of tour, like I LOVE you.</span>
<br /></p> Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02731161520781900854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-73555167189826027052008-11-08T10:42:00.000-08:002008-11-08T11:20:13.112-08:00woah, am I in degrassi?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I'm at a certain highschool, (ahem, Santa Monica) yesterday.. and after all that high-fiving and shirt slinging and life-changing, I was really thirsty. So I went out by the van, just a few feet from my tom's (I'm trying to air them out...) , my book and iPod by the ledge; to grab a bottle of water. As I stand there, in full view of my things, two punk kids walk by and snatch my iPod. Wait. Really? I mean, come on. They proceed to walk away, probably thinking something like, dang, I just got a free iPod, and I'm such a BA too, ohh lucky day. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">they had no idea what was coming.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I lept out from the front of the van and yelled out, 'dude, did you really just steal my ipod?' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I proceeded to yell out- HE STOLE MY IPOD! And I'm sure I looked pretty scary, note to all- don't get a sleep-deprived roadie mad. It's just not a good idea. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A look of fear washed over him and he threw it (what the hell..) and ran off. I notified a teacher of this houligan, and went back to the screenings. That same teacher came back and told me that they had caught the culprit, and that I was to identify him at the principals office. Sweet victory is mine. So I went to the office, and looked my little mugger in the eye. And this is what I said, " Listen, I don't want an apology, but I DO want you to know that I am here as a volunteer, as a representative for those who have nothing. My only purpose for being here is that you understand your own affluence, and realize that you don't deserve it; and that it is only yours when you give it away. All I ask of you is to watch the film today. Jerk. (Okay, maybe not the last part.) So the principal notified me that he would be suspended. Hah, in your face little boy!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; ">So unfortunately, we can't change them all, but we can school them and make them feel really bad about themselves for being such d-bags. </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;">One last thing- I was walking around Santa Monica and spotted JUSTIN BOBBY eating pizza at Joe's pizza. I told him what's up, and to stop playing Audrina like a FOOL- overall, justice has been served today. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;">-Nada (Cal/Veggie)</span></div><div><div><br /></div></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916907502383982750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-67070776755988927062008-11-07T18:58:00.000-08:002008-11-07T18:59:56.478-08:00Gran Can Plan?Hey all. It sounds like a lot of us are planning a Grand Canyon stop on the way back. Why don't we try to meet up? Comment back with the times you might go.<br /><br /><3 MadlanticChris Siricohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16977183017795153925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-48025782904150290232008-11-05T08:28:00.003-08:002008-11-05T08:30:25.555-08:00OHH bama<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Canada loves you too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtGnhBlYFQ94jxrX1E-qFfJ5w8gM-Vuq-trqgIovrweV_EtZisjup9_LVj4TyYsNVujyAGVGObCC0xO_uNvVKGkbez0zigZRTYT7w8p4KmsVMtTKth_3xl58ZMhHWAOY1SpTCIwQ759o/s1600-h/loveobamatshirt1.6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtGnhBlYFQ94jxrX1E-qFfJ5w8gM-Vuq-trqgIovrweV_EtZisjup9_LVj4TyYsNVujyAGVGObCC0xO_uNvVKGkbez0zigZRTYT7w8p4KmsVMtTKth_3xl58ZMhHWAOY1SpTCIwQ759o/s320/loveobamatshirt1.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265211441413579826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">- cal/veg.<br /></div></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916907502383982750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-53636847905554433772008-11-02T09:13:00.001-08:002008-11-02T09:13:15.380-08:00Happy Daylight Savings Day!Just wanted you all to know...this is what my team did two years ago for Daylight Savings Day...in Montana...at a sketch-ball motel. I hope yours is just as great! check it: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwK9BLoAYBk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwK9BLoAYBk</a><br /><br />P.S. that was Daylight Savings Time in the Spring...really you need to be switching your watch BACK...just fyi. don't miss screenings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-61289652504891875622008-11-01T19:38:00.000-07:002008-11-01T19:43:59.160-07:00GET YOUR ROLL ONi could be the knife in your backs,<br />the noose wrapped around your necks<br />the bullet racing through your skulls<br />but i'd rather use the force of my spoken word<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kMkTCT2W0M&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kMkTCT2W0M&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490508743168791161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-76434076466485837792008-11-01T18:19:00.000-07:002008-11-01T18:32:51.899-07:00This blog had potential I PROMISE!East coast nearly got a picture with Ludacris... <div><br /></div><div>Here is our uneventful celeb story. I blame Eugene Kim. </div><div><br /></div><div>Washington D.C. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday evening in front of the Hyatt hotel Luda rolls up to be dropped off. His driver got out of the car and Josh asked if that was Ludacris in the car... </div><div><br /></div><div>The drive says yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eugene then proceeds to say "We work for a non-prof..."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"GET BACK!!!!"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Shouts the driver.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>...thats all we got. Luda didn't even get out of the car. </div><div><br /></div><div>C'mon! Really, Luda?<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What happen to the good ol' days of hanging out with fans. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lametown. </div>Blaise.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14580222146793691872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-9996618090816323962008-11-01T16:31:00.000-07:002008-11-01T16:33:29.553-07:00cal/veg just wants to have funhey all, this should hold you over for the next two weeks [home-stretch]. Enjoy!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEhjqiA-TaQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEhjqiA-TaQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916907502383982750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-38727944301784138742008-10-28T23:37:00.000-07:002008-10-29T00:11:34.836-07:00Spit-Fire 101SHOUT OUT TO:<div>The Rife family (bestEST contacts ever!)</div><div>B.A.D. A.S.S. "Must Stash"</div><div>J. Mavster</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwTRHanhkg3wl-jAmELidHAkCjcMclfbKLwCFSxX-IOD5xytWiCvlxLuVb9elvEJXWlz0RVEERTzP2HVVWnzA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is just the beginning... The High-Stakes, Frosted Flakes, Take the Cake, NO Mistakes, Greatest of Lakes Roadie team has MUCH more to come!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Nelly Nellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06612284150468347331noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-56196945401770645562008-10-28T10:23:00.000-07:002008-10-28T10:31:51.522-07:00NEVER TALK TO THE POLICE!in light of blaise's recent encounter. i've decided to deliver the following advice...<br />outside of telling them about invisible children, NEVER TALK TO THE POLICE!<br /><br />here are a few good reasons why (these videos are long, but worth it. ask any lawyer!):<br /><br /><br /><b>BUSTED: The Citizen's Guide to Surviving Police Encounters</b><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqMjMPlXzdA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqMjMPlXzdA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>Don't Talk to Cops, Part 1</b><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8z7NC5sgik&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8z7NC5sgik&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>Don't Talk to Cops, Part 2</b><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08fZQWjDVKE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/08fZQWjDVKE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />love you guys.<br />come home soon.<br />-mrpmarcus russell pricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12658755793481089710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-33183896766812571722008-10-25T19:50:00.000-07:002008-10-25T21:10:20.635-07:00Beast coast pulled over in DC!?! OH NO!!!Yes its true. I, Blaise Ronald Vincz, was pulled over seconds after the question "have you ever been pulled over in the IC van?" was asked. Call it what you want but I call it complete sh-crap. <div><br /></div><div>Story time with cousin Blaise. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gulu Walk was held on a rainy windy day here in Washington DC (home of the Redskins, who knew?) After a few laughs with Michael Poffenberger from Resolve Uganda, burritos at Chipolte, and a ridiculous text conversation between Justin Wheeler and Lisa Dougan, the beast coasters decided to venture over to Justin's project The Option/LiNK to see the DC office. It turns out that the streets of DC can be very confusing, especially in the rain. On most streets it is illegal to turn left Monday thru Friday. Let me say that last half again - MONDAY THRU FRIDAY. Today its Saturday. Legally, I shouldn't be pulled over while turning left on a Saturday... So I did it. I turned left. </div><div><br /></div><div>Halfway through the intersection I hear a little chirp and a blue and red glare flashes across my mirror. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not two.</div><div><br /></div><div>But THREE cop cars line up behind our terrified little van. </div><div><br /></div><div>You know things aren't going to go well when the first thing out of the officer's mouth is "Did you not see the three big NO LEFT TURNS signs?!? NOW YOU GOT ME OUT HERE IN THE POURING RAIN!" After staring at me he then shouted, "HOW ABOUT THE 3 POLICE CARS BEHIND YOU?!? YOU DIDN'T SEE THOSE?!?"</div><div><br /></div><div>I tried to explain that I was under the impression that I could turn left since it was Saturday but before I get that out I was pierced by the following question-</div><div><br /></div><div>"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DRIVING!?!"</div><div><br /></div><div>How do you answer that? What does that even mean? I gave the best answer I could but I'd be a liar if I didn't want to punch this power tripping punk right in his eye. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Five years, Sir."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Long enough to know what a NO LEFT TURNS sign means?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Sir, the sign says NO LEFT TURNS Monday Thur Friday." </div><div><br /></div><div>By this time there is a cop standing in front of our van scoping out the Cali plates, the first cop heads back to his car unsatisfied with my answers. The cop from in front of our van leans in to the window and smiles. "You guys aren't in here smoking anything illegal are you?" He giggles. I would assume he said this because of the mound of snacks in the space between the front seats. Maybe it was the peace sign on the side of the van, I'm not sure. He then sniffed my shoulder and said I smelled nice... </div><div><br /></div><div>I was confused.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cynthia saves the day by giving the best 10 second rundown of IC ever told... even under pressure, that girl is M O N E Y. </div><div><br /></div><div>The nice cop seemed to be content, he patted me on the shoulder and told me to have a good day. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's it? No ticket? No apology? </div><div><br /></div><div>The nice cop decides he should check with the other jerk wad of a cop to see if we are free to go.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are all clear. </div><div><br /></div><div>No ticket.</div><div><br /></div><div>No need for an apology at this point. </div><div><br /></div><div>Off we go. </div><div><br /></div><div>...until next time.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Beastly Blazzor of the Beast Coast. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Blaise.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14580222146793691872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-34894139136985375292008-10-25T09:22:00.001-07:002008-10-25T09:22:29.733-07:00So yeah...I had no idea about the gorilla. NONE.E Diddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575389295065166306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-64683020337603634752008-10-23T08:26:00.000-07:002008-10-23T08:31:45.489-07:00Lilyin the last 24 hours lots happened. I reconsidered another tour in the spring (you should all too. Right? I mean...live together again in the Villa? DUH) , i blew out and shredded a front tire, we flooded the back of the van in a flash flood, we did 3 screenings, ate vegetarian pizza and hung out with some pretty incredible people tonight.<br />We had a screening....a house party actually with some people from Love bags. They bag up supplies for the homeless and 2 nights a week they go all over the city and talk with their friends. We showed some IC films, ate pizza, laughed and cried, and then went out in the city to show this love we keep talking so much about.<br /><br />I met a Shawn, a Sean and a Lily....and here's the clincher: Lily is 2, lives with her family on the streets of Ft. Lauderdale, and reminds me SO MUCH of another preciously Lily I know all the way in Newberg Oregon. I told her I had another special friend named Lily and she said, "Really? Did you know I'm really strong?"<br /><br />I wish she knew how strong she really was. It wasn't that she could unscrew the cap on her bottle of water on her own, or that she could show me her rippling 2-year-old biceps....it was that she could here her baby brother crying from across the park, and that she could walk up to strangers and sit in their laps, knowing they were probably safer than where she lives. <br /><br />It was a good and hard moment for me: thinking that I am on a tour to end a war in a country 10,000 miles away. Every day I talk about kids I have never met, who need love, families, help. But tonight...right in front of me, was a little girl with pink sparkling shoes who needed some love, a "family" and some help. It came in the form of splashing in puddles, giggling together in the park and holding hands.<br /><br />Love and help doesn't need to just be sent to Africa...there are places to give it away all around us.<br />I can only hope that tonight, Lily has a place to lay her head down. <br />And I hope you are all seeing the faces who need love all around you too. That's why we're on tour right?<br /><br />If Lily had fit in our van, I would have taken her with me. :-) <br />Love to you all from Miami!<br /><br />Love, BethanyBethany Bylsmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09022552907854990856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-60826313098830369772008-10-19T22:37:00.000-07:002008-10-19T22:54:31.722-07:00So-Cal's short tip on the best use for the merch shelf.<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyayUPC-9PZqqktcfXhOenUNzTVV9xYhZvIoW2rnJFsx5S6YufGBuaafamnq7ZcRAGLGgA942-JoHY6uN4MlQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Yours Truly,</p><p> - Cal Vegas and Cal Pacific </p>Ty2000ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01596126839431238446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-55532414923926335052008-10-18T09:34:00.000-07:002008-10-18T10:11:53.980-07:00If you're wondering if we had a marching band marching through the halls of Downingtown West... you'd be correct.Ah Downingtown West! Finally we have arrived! <div><br /></div><div>The administration decided to cancel the pep-rally for the Downingtown East vs West game so that we could have assemblies for GO. I mean, I understand that this is the biggest game of the year and the students need to be hyped but I am glad that they see things with a "Global Perspective." With that said, let me remind you that this is the BIGGEST game of the year (and a great game it was: D'west 21- D'east 14) and the was still need for a pep-rally. What would you have done?</div><div><br /></div><div>D'west decided to have a pep-rally. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let me set the scene. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Sarah and Josh are at D'east.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Blaise is a the merch table with a few club members outside of the auditorium where Cynthia is wrecking these students lives with facts of the war. In the distance we hear some chatter, maybe a snare drum being pounded upon or locker room doors being slammed. A few football players file into the lobby ...a second later the entire space is full of football players. Like magic they split and 2 rows marching band members begin marching through. All of the action pauses as the students wait for the que. (Cynthia later tells me this is all during the scene of GO where Tye and Papito are in the hut.) </div><div><br /></div><div>One. Two. Ah one, two, three, four!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The sound of snares, bass drums, trumpets, trombones, tubas, piccolos, xylophones, cymbals, flutes, and anything else you may find in a marching band crash down the previously deserted hallways that are now packed full of rowdy students.</div><div><br /></div><div>The football players are chanting "Beat East! Beat East!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Their peers join them, "Beat East! BEAT EAST!!!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Let me remind you that Gloria is suffering. </div><div><br /></div><div>The sounds come and go as they mob flows up and down hallways. 10 minutes later they are back in the lobby where me and 15 customers are shouting:</div><div>"What size do you need?"</div><div>"Small."</div><div>"We are out of small, would a medium work?"</div><div>"I said small!"</div><div>"Sorry we're out. How about this shirt?"</div><div>"I said I need a small!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>("ARGH!!! I'M SO MAD RIGHT NOW!" is what Danny Lorigo would have said.) </div><div><br /></div><div>$3,200 dollars later I'm smiling at the "Roadie Party" where I stuffed my face full of humus, doritos, cucumbers, swiss cakes, and oreos. </div><div><br /></div><div>I liked D'west. It was a good day. </div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, Downingtown West is not spelled "Downington West" like it was in GO. Try explaining that to the administration. haha. Its all good. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Blaise.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14580222146793691872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-48459300853502963042008-10-17T23:31:00.000-07:002008-10-17T23:32:44.264-07:00I SAID OVEREASY!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12rSATbznzmXe3CKaEPDOkvS6F8ro72dov5KcKJ6C53skTxbu9uXBjN6QSj-HenUO5mIgkhNA3d8QPn2o2U-H5ijJGv9fVmEdvpZul6oWfAOKg5rQ7a81lcuNko_TYbQQC374NyfSeWLF/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12rSATbznzmXe3CKaEPDOkvS6F8ro72dov5KcKJ6C53skTxbu9uXBjN6QSj-HenUO5mIgkhNA3d8QPn2o2U-H5ijJGv9fVmEdvpZul6oWfAOKg5rQ7a81lcuNko_TYbQQC374NyfSeWLF/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377899337873138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmwWY4bEpZJVhmuGRd0JnPWJOnQvb2rF4h_yrDn3yCr2xfl7jjRe4jmhQc0izM9aKPsOw6r8Nl-Zqfa97mYVAJUw7fNI14LdnNzzjgM0ez-7c3s4xuONfmwj99gF7Jb5BfvHPZuJcr_YQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmwWY4bEpZJVhmuGRd0JnPWJOnQvb2rF4h_yrDn3yCr2xfl7jjRe4jmhQc0izM9aKPsOw6r8Nl-Zqfa97mYVAJUw7fNI14LdnNzzjgM0ez-7c3s4xuONfmwj99gF7Jb5BfvHPZuJcr_YQ/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258377903322112354" border="0" /></a><br />Tragedy struck today....Big G (our van) was victim of a brutal act of vandalism involving a carton of eggs, a get away driver, and a car full of j*ck*ss*s..<br /><br />We are staying with one of our contacts, Celeste. Her parents got back from the store and informed us that our beloved vehicle had been EGGED!!! WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS? WE ARE TRYING TO END A WAR! HOW COULD SOMEONE HAVE THE NERVE TO DO THAT TO US?? So many questions were running through my head. I was sad. I was distraught. I was at a loss of words. I immediately took action, and Lauren and I headed to a local car wash to clean our precious off. Oh what an adventure this journey has become!!!Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14518752572851319652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-85772955300494906722008-10-14T21:10:00.000-07:002008-10-14T23:35:25.951-07:00put your hood upWootay I'm tattooed and barred up <br />Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up <br />And my pinky ring is platinum plus <br />Earrings be trillion cut <br />And my grill be slugged up <br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrDcNJbdTT4"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrDcNJbdTT4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object>coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490508743168791161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-74549414143009841342008-10-14T20:51:00.000-07:002008-10-14T20:54:01.867-07:00Short but sweet. Actually, just plain stupid.So some time yesterday, we drove by a Dick's Sporting Goods. I wouldn't have said anything normally, but seriously, this store was HUGE. Two stories high, super duper wide...it was quite large, indeed.<br /><br />And so without thinking twice about what I was about to say, I uttered the following, only to realize after the fact that I had made a huge mistake:<br /><br />"That's the biggest Dick's I've ever seen!"<br /><br />D'oh.E Diddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575389295065166306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-12712391241722117052008-10-11T19:33:00.000-07:002008-10-11T21:41:25.938-07:00Cal/Vegas just brought sexy back.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNLwfYV52wkP_kGoxVJWZmfPwpi4UszqEQZG8lJT0XF2loAkbwtndtwnWWw7ieOhsOW3WzPqkelVgMVllHugtL4absCcztis8lxNxs4T_vViPeiuqbkEygemfLiki7UzVMJyA6br1V70/s1600-h/timberlake4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNLwfYV52wkP_kGoxVJWZmfPwpi4UszqEQZG8lJT0XF2loAkbwtndtwnWWw7ieOhsOW3WzPqkelVgMVllHugtL4absCcztis8lxNxs4T_vViPeiuqbkEygemfLiki7UzVMJyA6br1V70/s320/timberlake4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256121630537310018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">just hanging with our new pals</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hey guys, Cal Vegas here- just wanted to update you on our time here in Vegas. While rolling passed the Bellagio, watching fountains dance to the tune of Elvis jams while spotting the ‘King’ himself in the Walgreens down the street hanging with MJ we thought, ‘how could team Cal Vegas represent the heart of Vegas, exactly?’</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We then received word of a certain superstar by the name of Justin (sexy-back) Timberlake speaking alongside super-babe girlfriend Jessica Biel at an Obama rally this morinng. We thought, ‘what better way to bring awareness than to ambush an Obama rally?’ So we headed out with no real plan but headed straight to the man himself, surrounded by throngs of screaming fans, (ahem, Obama supporters…)</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdgHNuqyHl8fEkGwYiwhklru1ZIucKvPmw21naKxwEXAUXuY03pQISToSQBgel1XzGTAVlDxCI4b4YTbUkuURd9VZi5aXMUMEuxCZcWxMrG0IDXmZVZYuehku1r2FXyubwpr84jUJ87k/s320/timberlake3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256121637346350754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now the following should be left to your imagination, and credited entirely to the awesomeness that is Cal/Veg. We were escorted backstage, for a little meet and greet with J-Dog and Jess (aka- Daniel’s future wife) where they proceeded to shower us with praise of our noble journey. For those of you interested, it went down like this:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Justin asked us all our names, and where we were from</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When Nada said her name, he then responded with an, “oh, cool name”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Justin referred to us as ‘renegades’ and promised he’d ‘totally watch the film tonight’</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Justin touched Nada’s arm.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He also stood next to her.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh yeah, and Justin and Jessica are dating (for now)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They also want ideas on what to call their new show called ‘Globe Kids’ We thought they should call it, ‘Roadies: stories of the everyday hero’</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span style="mso-font-width:0%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ask Nada for further details on the wisdom Justin imparted on her. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So when Justin releases his next single, ‘Un-Justified War’ we’ll be heading out on the world tour. So to recap, what happens in Vegas, gets posted on the IC blog for tour bragging rights.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I mean, Cindy Crawford is cool too I guess.</span></p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxolg6Yc7rfHSwIlJQEreh1Kxj0ik650JeQYDB3JTMTDdoE-mkQ6HnAv5hXH_ISKUMiT5KMoHrLO3p3GYYab2tizXYBla0M-5tQclUUcNiBo3WnM1tSQASagizUsnoD-cwpKh22l5b6Q/s320/Timberlake2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256121641405294018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">VOTE OBAMA – </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the Canadian</span></i><span style="font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916907502383982750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-54821974623161387142008-10-11T14:56:00.000-07:002008-10-11T15:06:17.285-07:00out here grindin'Yeah I run it with killas homie, so what?<br />What you want me to tell you, I sold a little dust?<br />Send your informant!<br />I bet he leave bust,<br />I ain't scared to go<br />I believe in Jesus<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjesbRCX1Gw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjesbRCX1Gw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15490508743168791161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-11546569765652756052008-10-11T13:57:00.000-07:002008-10-11T14:20:14.917-07:00To Serve and ProtectWell - its been 5 weeks since our first run-in with "The Fuzz", and 3 encounters later Mt. West is still ticket free.<div><br /></div><div>While all adventures with lawmen are worthy to share - one exchange definitely stood above the rest - so much so, that we felt it necessary to document as an example of how all Roadies should strive to interact with America's everyday heroes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyktLmJkpzOO-wGbwe7iLuFV0jzSpyWKgkq85_Jjz2RCfbarj5jXI9WOg0ea8UmjuRuwlJA3KngF-7jXkFQhA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Textbook.</div><div><br /></div><div>- Mt. West</div>Collin Sansomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11641171228355654479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-89655209276005608372008-10-04T17:06:00.000-07:002008-10-04T22:55:20.599-07:00Team Texas tell's Cindy Crawford to "GO"!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaT5RPyDLLI5PfhknCTCjURgpA0Z3fOihpSIYoEuR9mxmEmVqcpGlP19eoPUjetbejyIVMRhlCVoIxma-WoKg_parkSKKSn4Iued2FO7WxQWVby0EuR0CoOgSW1fRDNqHhKDqOM4PkUFc/s1600-h/DSC_0672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaT5RPyDLLI5PfhknCTCjURgpA0Z3fOihpSIYoEuR9mxmEmVqcpGlP19eoPUjetbejyIVMRhlCVoIxma-WoKg_parkSKKSn4Iued2FO7WxQWVby0EuR0CoOgSW1fRDNqHhKDqOM4PkUFc/s400/DSC_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253456342071515682" border="0" /></a>Hey there staff & roadies,<br />oh you know.. nothing special. just a typical day in the life of Team Texas... hanging out with super models, hitting up local furniture stores, eating at Cici's! You see, now that we are celebrities in our own right.. nothing much phases any more.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRz2ziWvtA5sj-lqQoIE3CIG2_CP37de4zYoWcz3l6kvjOj1Bey7BRjxdY2qQ6bC1R1IReKEVH5UahPpkteV8HP3Z-AyhkbH5B3JQ1Jq9AewL1NpFyqkKUx3wc9r1unF9bv_PL3YWXweQ/s1600-h/100_1126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRz2ziWvtA5sj-lqQoIE3CIG2_CP37de4zYoWcz3l6kvjOj1Bey7BRjxdY2qQ6bC1R1IReKEVH5UahPpkteV8HP3Z-AyhkbH5B3JQ1Jq9AewL1NpFyqkKUx3wc9r1unF9bv_PL3YWXweQ/s400/100_1126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253459861080966418" border="0" /></a><br />As such, we get invited to all the cool parties and hit up the cool spots. Here's what our mate Glen Hansard from The Swell Season had to say about us the other night we hung out with him; "You guys are so legit!" "What your doing is amazing- spreading the word about what's happening in northern Uganda, saving stray dogs, delivering babies, and giving financial advise to the stock market brokers!!" "I love you guys..when I grow up I want to be just like you." We know Glen, thank for your kind words.<br /><br />Anyways, back to ol' Cindy. She said that she wanted to apply to be a roadie for the spring and to take us to Bed, Bath & Beyond.. but she doesn't know if she will have enough time. So for now, we settled with giving her a love momento (aka our Rough Cut video).. and we had her sign the cover of GO!<br />As you can see it reads, "To Jason, Bobby & Laren Love, Cindy Crawford" So we shall be presenting it to the 3 original filmmakers upon return.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15CvF75aCtLr_gSFpPNTKjF1Llx3PLdYpGy3w00r0JrLyXlVrG6jJv9eA-bzvvLZzeJ3vm0XFrfU0psdzAgbvmhMhtwqetdHp4AovNEVS8p_oKxJrY_0T0EKSpBvg-f8QC6HzAo01kvU/s1600-h/DSC_0674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15CvF75aCtLr_gSFpPNTKjF1Llx3PLdYpGy3w00r0JrLyXlVrG6jJv9eA-bzvvLZzeJ3vm0XFrfU0psdzAgbvmhMhtwqetdHp4AovNEVS8p_oKxJrY_0T0EKSpBvg-f8QC6HzAo01kvU/s400/DSC_0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253461746239833298" border="0" /></a>So we gotta go cuz we have been invited to another party with Bill Gates, Shaq, Harry Dunn and Lloyd Christmas, that cute little kid that says "bluuuhhddd!", the Harry Potter kids, and everyone is spending the night at good old MJ's house.<br /><br />Peace- Team Texas<br /><br />posted by Kurtis "Rambis" Jackson and Roberto JuarezCitizenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13699712330481920798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655779685122701820.post-56899113164351389672008-10-04T13:30:00.000-07:002008-10-04T14:07:35.980-07:00A Brief Note of Rwanda's GenocideWe (Middle America Roadies) attended a screening at Webster University. While we were there, I (Pat), started talking with a Rwandan student named Olive and she told me her story. Later on, at the overnight in the quad, I saw her again and asked her if she'd like to write down what she told me. And THIS is what she wrote:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi Patrick,<br /><br />It is really hard to start the story because one really never gets a phrase or a sentence to start it, but in short i tell you this:<br /><br />I was a happy child before the Rwandan Genocide which left me a double orphan and hopeless. My whole family was killed in the genocide. I mean my grandparents, my parents, aunts and uncles, and of course my sweet brother, surely the list can be endless.<br /><br />My birthday is July 3 and I was born in 1988. So the genocide happened while I was 5 years and only two months before my sixth birthday.<br /><br />Based on history, hatred was created between the tutsi and hutus during the colonial period. As years went on, Rwanda's people who had earlier lived happily ended up divided: oppression, discrimination and other evil things you can imagine became the order of the day.<br /><br />It was April 6th when darkness and evil powers filled people that the genocide started. However, genocide acts had started in 1990's and 1994 action was taken. Hutus turned against their Tutsi neighbors and killed them by burning, slaughtering them like animals, part by part, throwing them in pit latrines, burying them alive and many other evil acts.<br /><br />After the president's plane had been shot down, massacres begun. On that day, I woke up and found my parents in a sad mood that I had never seen them in before. A few hours, killing started and we fled our home, and went to hid in the bush. Friends turned against us and could not hide us. Instead they called on, the militia to kill us. It was my first time to see my mom cry, after her friend offered to hide us but later chased us out of the house on seeing the killers. It was horrible.<br /><br />My father died about four weeks after the genocide had started. My mother almost survived the slaughtering but she was killed later in the camp. In fact, I was close to her when she died. I thanks God I was able to make it up to now. I never understand how mom would die and leave me. I guess people (the killers) didn't see me. Oh it was God's love, so that I could maybe tell my story.<br /><br />At a certain point my sister and i met a militia who almost shot us but he didn't not have bullets as he tried to shoot. Some of the young people like me or other survivors of the genocide found their refuge in the dead bodies. They covered themselves up and pretended to be dead.<br /><br />At one point, I gave up hiding when i was left alone. I became hopeless when i saw many of my family members dead, and then friend were now enemies, and they became inhuman. During the genocide, animals were better than the killers. However not all Hutus were killers. Some Hutus were good and hid Tutsis but this was a huge risk because some Hutus were also killed as they tried to hide Tutsis.<br /><br />A great number of Tutsis who hide in churches were also killed there and some religious leaders also participated in the killing.<br /><br />I was so fortunate that my uncle whose ordination was on the day when his entire family was killed in church, found me. My uncle was in Uganda at the time but travelled to Rwanda yet the genocide was still going on to celebrate mass in his childhood church were his family had been killed.<br /><br />He found my sister and my cousin brother alive and we made it to Uganda. He left us with his friends and he continued to be a missionary in Equador and Peru. Later he made friends who are helping my cousin brother and I in our education.<br /><br />Back home in Rwanda, I have two sisters alive. We are really happy children, because we believe we have a nice future.<br /><br />From this experience, I want you guys (whoever reads this) to know:<br />>Hope<br />>Love<br />>Forgiveness<br /><br />If Rwandans really loved one another, we would not have had genocide.<br /><br />Forgiveness is the way to build a new generation and a way to a happy life. We are trying to reconcile so that we can live together again like we used to before evil was "planted" in peoples minds.<br /><br />We should have hope for the future. I am a blessed person, I have a family now (a mom and dad) who really love me like their other children. I'm so loved and hope for the future. I can now stand and strongly say, "NEVER AGAIN," any where in the world.<br /><br />Forgiveness is the hardest thing to do, but in order to live peacefully and promote the never again theme, I am willing to forgive whoever asks forgiveness from me.<br /><br />Every year in April, we have a memorial period for our beloved ones.<br /><br />MAY GOD BLESS YOU!<br /></span>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14518752572851319652noreply@blogger.com0