[04 Dec 2008|07:19am] chicagooc [chloed] Allie shape , sorry our rp ended suddenly. post comment

[03 Dec 2008|08:36pm] chicagooc [jsong] ( To everyone who wanted a line with Junie... ) 2 comments|post comment

[03 Dec 2008|07:29pm] chicagooc [second_coming] Remove Jayceon, please. post comment

Secret Journal...December 03, 2008 [03 Dec 2008|12:49am] antoinette_r [ mood | lifted & `noid-mode ] [ music | Can You Do It? - Trisha Cambell { unmastered version w/male vocals } ] That's how you let the beat build.... One warped sample from LL Cool J; Doing it. Two drums; 808 and a snare. Weird sped up technological element. A conductor. Lyrics. Vocalist. Silence. Co-conductor. An engineer. A booth with a mic. A board of levels. Mac G5. Macbook pro. Sony acid pro. Protools. A swisha. A visitation from Mary Jane's sour ass cousin. An A&R. Feddie. Feddie. Feddie. Feddie. Pressure. Pressure. Pressure. Phonecalls. Texts. Frustration. Time crunch. 35 takes of the same bridge. Frustration. Patience. Rushing. Losing sense of time. Feddie. Feddie. Feddie. Big fuckin' money...showing to prove it can be done. As I write this, no one is around. I left the room for some me time. In that me time, my shadow keeps following. For a minute I knew its been around but have been too distracted to pay attention, until now. I ain't losin' it cause of the lack of sleep. I ain't seein' shit. I know what my instincts say. It says somebody wanna keep tabs but is less than inconspicuous with their shit. This isn't a new feelin' but one that's been around for a minute. Well before I ever started livin' with Cola. Maybe clearly after that accident. I can still now remember the night where I went to visit my spot just to check on it, only to be followed. Swear I seen someboddie dip out from down the hall and hit the stairwell. Like wwaaahhhhtt? I don't know who the fuck wanna follow me for. I'ma big girl. A grown woman. Fuck what you heard, homie. I can handle my own shit. That's what I was taught. In the words of the Wu Tang-ma'fuckin'-Clan, ``You best protect ya neck...``. Not that I listen to them niggas. I be on Rza's discography though. Extensive but his beats ain't like they used to be. He did movie scores...and this is what it feels like. Livin' in a movie. One where its bound to end. Prolly will end tragically. For who? Not for me though. Never that. Ahh shit, never that. I pray it won't be me. It won't be me. Cola wouldn't let it happen, right? He said don't worry bout nathen. But I'm worried as fuck. Worried about being rolled up on unexpectantly. I'm naked out here. In Chicago. Can't..I can hold something. I should but then one time...Don’t look so nervous... I don't look nervous. Prolly hella reserved. Folk ain't who they seem to be. That's what it is, huh? Prolly not. Last night I went to go see about my spot and see if ol' girl was there doin' a'ight. Never got a chance to step inside cause the vibes was wrong. The closer the wheels got to that street, the more uneasy I felt. Then there was this coupe, it had to be an Audi, prolly a Beemer. Seen it in my rearview like three cars behind in traffic. I shoulda stayed in the studio or went home but shit had to be done. Circled around the block maybe twice just to shake the whip but that shit happened to be exact in the same spot behind three cars. The ones before were all different, and then back to the studio I went to keep still. I kept there for a minute. Just myself and my partner Jesse. He started trippin' cause I was balls deep in my work. Hella hard. Can't pun that cause I don't have balls literally. Figuratively, yes. Not really anymore. Not if I've been slippin' on my surroundings. Gettin' soft. Losin' a sense of direction. Don't know why cause it can all collaspe any moment. End in a way, worse in the movies. All of those kicks in the stomach have been ignored for too long and maybe it's the way shit is moving non-stop. Bein' swept up cause everyday ain't the same. There's no true routine. Maybe there is a routine but everyday is different. Not one day can be the same as the last. The weather, the people you run into, the activities...naw it is routine then. Routine enough that, that's all you think of. It doesn't matter whether or not you've been floating on a cloud. One cloud that's distant from what's been really going on. Say if you take an old picture, and memorize it by sight. Put it away, only to pull it out another date and notice something that had not been there before but had been there since it was captured. That's what the shit is like. There's no face, just a person. Maybe it's more than one. I don't want to believe there's more than one so it'll be just one. Everywhere I turn, they're right behind. Taggin' along. I don't get it, or it's me trippin'. I ain't trippin' though. This shit is real. Hella real. I can't let Cola know though. He'll get hella protective and start questionin' everything I do and everywhere I go as if he don't already. Then prolly end up bein' my gatdamn shadow, as if havin' one involuntarily is enough. Naw...he don't need to know. I can solve this before it grows outta hand. Can't I? Darius would prolly freak out too since he got shit to worry about. He don't need to worry bout me. Naw, so I'ma keep that on the QT. Though I need to tell someboddie before this shit starts fuckin' with money that ain't even mine yet. Along with alla the pressure and schedulin', I don't know if...if I can do this shit right. Or do it at all. It's displacin' my mode of thinkin' elsewhere and not on the product at hand. Then..not just myself fails, but my partner, the broad we buildin' up, her machine, and..it'll all be fucked up. Can't afford to fuck up, literally. Can't fail. I done failed on one thing though. So..so..what? I'm grown. Homie don't need to know bout that either. Prolly fucked up for doin' it but shit..my nerves is startin' to fizzle. No drinkin'. I ain't gonna do that no more. Not after Vegas. I..yeah. Can't flip my top on some dummy shit no more. Gahlee. What if that shit hit the fan? I ain't mean to drag ol' girl by the hair though...or kick that dude in the nuts. Ehh. That was an ass thing to do. Embarassin'. That just fucked up my lift. Gotta get some air...I need some air..

POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER... [30 Nov 2008|06:20pm] benjir [ mood | Crappola & stuffed ] [ music | Its My Life + Talk Talk | Beat On The Brat + The Ramones ] I can sit back and write all I want about this, about that, and about then some. In reality, I really don't want to say much. Not with how my Thanksgiving went. In the past years, nothing happened on that day besides sit infront of the television. Cop all of the games, drink a few beers, or go wandering at someone else's house who did the same thing. Mom was never a domesticated diva. Never made effort in being one so you can't count how those went when I was living with her. Or when her and Dad were together. Shit is pitiful once you think about it. DYNOMITE! Hahah. Basically this time around I was handed that invite to go pile up on food at G's Pop's place. Man, that dude still fucking scares me. Ever since we were going steady back in the day, that man tried putting fear in me. Threats..but who could blame the man? I was dating his daughter and uh it only raised his awareness because of that one night on his couch? I mean my hands were where they shouldn't be but how can you not touch G???? It's a given. So for a long time he used to scare the bejeebus out of a young adult named Benji. Fun shit. I remember when we ran into eachother at the supermarket. Sheesh. Beeline to the frozen food market, I say. Off topic. Uh with most of this reuniting happening and uh the fatherhood shit going swell, I guess the old man isn't mad? He's understanding the situation between G and myself. As long as he isn't threatening me with caving in my chest then it's allll gravy. Dinner was cool. George is hilarious but you want to know who's more fricking hilarious? My kid. Wow. I swear she's like a stand up genius. Given that George's date was a hot mess? Opps. Seriously the broad was a mess, but don't fill him with that. All was well. Food was great. We were just missing the lady of the hour. And I sort of had a feeling she would be late, given that it was her last night on the force. Who knows what would happen? Plenty can happen on any given night and moment. Trust me. I know about encountering danger on a nightly basis. Uh don't inquire about that. Please and thank you. Ahem. Have you ever ran with that feeling of some shit going bad when a simple phonecall comes through? Texting isn't the same but hearing trouble over the line raises my spidey senses until they want to explode. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! Importantly, I'm leaving to handle a situation that accounted for G not being at dinner. · concealed · The phone call was just one of those things that set me up to react as if you are about to lose one of the important reasons why you've switched lanes in life. Just the idea of losing the woman to a bullet makes me ill. A nervous twit. Fidgety. Ready to go find her and yeah. What made shit worse was the call dropping. It just ended. What kind of idea is running through my head then? _________________________________________________________________ Fill in the big fucking blank. Anyone in my place would go leaps and bounds if they knew what danger that their uh loved one was in. Just the same shit could happen if I heard something happened to Val. Wow I would honestly bayonet someone in the gut if anything happened to her. The call was nothing close to being funny at all, but I know how G is. She didn't want me nor her family to worry what was happening and reason why she would be late for dinner. I don't think you'll be attending dinner at all after getting plugged by a bullet. Damn was a freaking out. Uh the wait was what slayed me until some nurse contacted me of her whereabouts. WHATTTTTTT!!!!! All I thought about on the ride over to the hospital was that she had been further damaged than that weakened shot. What if it was multiple bullets? Or worse she never woke up? GAH. Yeah the hospital wasn't do well in changing my mind worse had happened. Including the roomate. Why the fuck was that guy's family all in my business for? Uh I almost mistakened the mummy for G and damn near lost it. I'm talking about shouting to the big guy upstairs wondering why remove one of the good things happening thus far in my life, only to be laughed at and mistakened. Yeah she was hoisted up in bed, cracking at me about to go into hysterics but sheesh. Give me a break. How would anyone act if their main squeeze was in bed with a blown out arm. Errah. Not blown out but, bad thought. Can't have people without full functioning arms and shoulders right? Shit, I need my arms and shoulders functioning. Off topic again. Where the hell was this going? Ah right. No. I forgot that quickly. Can't let her go. Not that way. Not any other way. It's just that plain for me. I had this brief discussion with the little sis and she thinks it'll be more one day. That day may come sooner than expected. Wow. Shoot me in the foot, now. · end · UH no more cooking for me. I stink at it. Really bad. I'm telling you. Don't allow me near a kitchen. It might catch on fire. That was the extent of my weekend, excluding shopping. No way was I leaving my woman's side to go frolick with the grumpy patrons of Wal-Mart or any other retailer. Besides I'm cheap as fuck. Except for my kid. She can have anything she wants, besides a pony and another dog. The one that's at my place shits and pisses everywhere. Can't you learn to pick one spot to piss and shit? Why does it have to be in my slippers? Or on my pile of dirty clothes. Egh. I'm learning on how to be less messy but I'm used to someone picking up after me. Like my mom's maid. I remember her. She was hot. Oh uh right. My dad is heading back which I thought he was in town all that damn time only to be fooled. If I find out he and mom have been shagging? I'm puking because that shit is gross, man. EGH. Seriously don't do that. It's a fact that I'm giving up my blog about useless chatter. No purpose anymore. I'm too busy with other shit like taking care of my uh family? Sheesh, I have one of those now? Of my own? Somewhat and uh yeah. The sad part is, I need more in the next five years. Oh well look at the time. I have to go and play Dr. Benjamin Rush. Gooday. 5000 10 comments|post comment

lines lines lines [30 Nov 2008|03:43am] chicagooc [macjac] ( Fill me up ) 5 comments|post comment

[28 Nov 2008|10:01pm] chicagooc [lydiazacharov] HEEEEEEY I hope you all had a wonderful, food filled thanksgiving. This is Lydia! Her info is in her journal but to sum her up she is a prickly person, is blunt, likes to stay in her apartment all the time when she doesn't have to be out and doing something. Her ex is jaylenjmichaels and she broke up with him in probably the most blunt and awkward way possible. So yes! She needs some friends so she can wonder why they are friends with her in the first place and everything else. :] 6 comments|post comment

..I got so many haters... But got so many bullets... Holla. [28 Nov 2008|12:25am] j_mayne [ mood | chill. ] [ music | Ludacris - Theater Of The Mind - LP Album ] Dayummmm. Aight, I can't even remember the last time I "actually" left off on here, but I've been busy as fuck.  Figured I update after watchin' this 'Zona/Eagles game.  I really don't have anything new to report, expect I have been handling my business, accordingly.  For the last two months, I have been back and forth from, New Orleans [seein' my nigga, J' play], Chicago, New York, and LA.  While in the NY, me and Neferteri have been kickin' it.  As always, before headin' to New York she was in bitch mode, which is NO damn surprise there.  But after a few chronic hits, some Hennessy, and chit chatting, we straight, and on good terms.... For now.  I'mma see how long that shit lasts, though. Aha. I'm messin'.  But other than that, I've been on my grind, keepin' the record label, and Remedy bar and lounge in-check, as well as my other hustles.  I'm straight, my money is straight, and life is kind of chill right now.  Though, I got a couple of ideas in my mind that are quietly brewing.  But I'mma wait on that when or if the right opportunity presents itself to the man.   For the Thanksgiving weekend, I decided to spend it at my Bahamas home, where I am at right now.  I flew in a couple of my close people, and some family members in.  I figured I'll stay back here though, once they leave, to finish some things I need to get done.  It's good once and a while to take a step back from everything, and take a minute to spend time with the fam'.  Especially in my case, because most of my family is either dead, "M.I.A'.", or don't associate with one another no more.  I really ain't the type of nigga to express or address shit like that.  I'm really a person that never looks back, keeps it movin', and "tries" not to regret things.  So, with that said, I'mma leave it like that.    It's been a real mellow mood today, and I'm about to kick it out back, and smoke on this 'Cuban.  Man, I'm lovin' it in the Bahamas, though. One of my many "investments", I would never take back.  Bet.   Until next time... One.     Who the fuck told you I'm finish??? ...J'. W. Ruiz, it's strictly business.... post comment

[27 Nov 2008|09:04pm] chicagooc [e_rice] Please remove Eleanor Rice from this game. It was fun. post comment

[25 Nov 2008|11:14pm] chicagooc [aliceb] Storyline Plea ( Read more... ) 10 comments|post comment

[25 Nov 2008|11:32pm] _vaughn_ Thou shall not run these streets Thou shall not hit these clubs Every night of the week lookin' for some groupie love Thou shall respect your heart Thou shall not play you hard But I did I was wrong and I'm hatin' it( . )

[24 Nov 2008|07:05pm] chicagooc [_teddy] So I'll be bringing this dude in and I was wondering if anyone needed lines filled. I'm pretty much open to anything, but to give you a little rundown about this dude, he's a club promoter that is currently working to open his own restaurant. He's single and new to the city hailing from Atlanta. Facts and all of that good stuff are up, so if you have any ideas, just run them by me. I'm flexible so I'll work with whatever you have. 4 comments|post comment

Lines, please. [24 Nov 2008|12:33pm] chicagooc [jsong] Hey! I'll be bringing this girl into the SL soon and I wondered if anyone needed lines that she could fill or if you'd like to give me some for her. Her bio is up, and there are some quick things about her under the cut in the journal. She's pretty open in her history so it'll be easy to fit things in. I'd love to be able to play her with all of you so let me know. 13 comments|post comment

[23 Nov 2008|05:50pm] _teddy A man who doesn’t stand for something, will fall for anything. ( The Basics ) ( The 411 ) post comment

» Simon Says » Scooby, Scooby DOO! [23 Nov 2008|01:54pm] baby_cheeks [ mood | P R O U D & N E R V O U S... ] [ music | Put It On Ya - Plies ft. Chris J ] Normally I'm mad live and ish. Hyper. Energetic and what not. But uh damn work will kick you into two weeks. Normally I don't get on some deep ish but a week or so back made all of that well worth it. Had me reflecting for a hot one minute and put it mostly in perspective. I did the whole voting thing. Had to. One, my ma made me do it. Second, uh Rhi threatened me. Third, I got another threat from her ma. So chea I went. At first I was all about not doing anything at all. Really I had no real care about it. Honestly I wasn't caring because who's going to make up my hours for work? Or ...uh I forgot the other reasons not to actually get voted up. Ish like that could have been taken for granted, and granted that uh I know my famlay never orignated from this country. From what I knows, digit? Nah uh that old seething rude ass Grandma--ma's ma is one evil evil bitch. Sorry my baddie but she is and uh so her and her kids came over this way years ago from the islands. Maybe mid-seventies? Who knows, but I know it took them momofugga's a minute to gain a type of citizenship. It possibly took a hard minute to do it all so uh and right I know whoever my pops is, he had been born here and his parents must have had a hard time getting rights to vote. Ish is crazy. Enough about this politic ish and more on what's been wylin' for the night. I mean things have been made important for what it's actually all about. Living up in a eff'd up system for majority of your childhood, and up until some help came along the way, you don't realize what happened during those times until you're old enough to know. Old enough to understand why your madukie did the things she did in order for her kids to survive in a broken down tentament building, or a eff'd the way eff'd up neighborhood. I miss North Philly and all but that ish is way way way behind me. It has to be but things there are still the same and won't change unless their community plus help from outsiders can make it change. I'm saying though, that's that ish Obama was speaking on. Eh change and ish to the fact. The more greater reason though why I was pushed by Ma was that she was so into finally seeing someone myself or any other Black male can refer to as that dude. I mean a black man in the white house? Serious, my duke? Serious like a mug. It happened and you could see how much it meant to a lot of heads, including myself. So there's no can't do this or can't do that. Mad ish is possible, ya dig? Skipping that blahzy blah for a minute. Uh chea so my ass is in Detroit and will be here until this coming up Wednesday. You know on my grown man ish for those that don't know. If one more wisecrack pops my way about me looking like a kid, I'm busting heads on everything. Dropping fools on domes. Nah but uh chea so my Unc' put me onto this big ass major project. How long it goes for? Uncertain. Indefinite. All I know is that traveling from here to Chicago is mandatory. That's it. I can't rap a taste on the entire thing since it's contractual and government related so hush-hush on that. Right and uh I'm kind of homesick to be honest. All while being nervous. And AND! Live. Not physically live but live that this old fart having dude put me on like he believes I can contribute my ill ideas to this project. This is the ish I've dreamt of as a little shorty. Don't even go there. I know I'm eff'n short still! Any ways so chea as lame as it gets to sound, I was that knucklehead who enjoyed building legos and all that. Or tried to draw it? My pencil skills suck without some assistance from a ruler but you catch me right? Right true, so chea this is..I'm basically doing what the hell I've been drawn to ever since I was a kid. Ma saw it and never understood it much but my Aunt Cass and Unc' Barry picked up on it soon as they lifted a dude up out of Philly. They knew I had smarts. And they gave me the oppertunity to excercise all that while living in L.A. Damn I miss Beverly Hills. Ah ha! Nah but uh chea. The thing is though, with work, home life, and other situations, it all weighs down on ya boy. Big time. Maybe not big time now...well chea maybe now but ish is crazy. It is since I have heads backing me up and not looking at me as if none of this can't be done. The most eff'd part about it is failing. Uh chea. That's anyone's fear. Just failing. Whatever it is. Failing and being tore down about it. Uh I just hope that my health doesn't flare back up again, chea right? Then uh...nah I'm not going to follow through on that situation but glad ol' girl talked to me. Yo sidenote: Rhi, I think I see you as a motivational speaker. Real talk. Uh everyone blew my phone up, including my patnahs. Dirk, Zigs and his half witted brother. Ma stay tagging my phone up. Who the hell put her onto text messaging? I'm getting messages like, ``Juju, bedda keep wash to ya ass boi. I mean it, now. Romrom blassa boombudda bloodclot rumple pimple....`` Yo speak english. Please? She got mad and threatened with the violence so I backed off. Uh she should be back home with the clique including my brother Eason who in fact will catch a beatdown when I get home. All the slick ish he says, bothers me. That's a different story. Uh anything else? I'm hungry than a mug right now, and just got invited to go hang out at some sports bar with the team. I'm gone. 6 comments|post comment

Biography & Factoids [23 Nov 2008|02:32am] jsong Song Jung-hwa was born in Seoul, South Korea on November 3, 1984 to a middle-aged couple that was on the verge of making a few life changing decisions. The pair (Hyo Shin & Misook) had been thinking long and hard about having their first child and moving away from their familiar community to a bigger destiny in America but when it came time for Misook to give birth, their plans seemed to be delayed indefinitely. Misook didn't want to part with the home that she had made for herself and her child just to appease Hyo Shin's wishes. Hyo Shin, who was a laborer, could barely take the long hours of physical strain on his body. Coming home with callused hands and smudges of oil on his clothing, all he could bring himself to do was lie down after giving his all to the demands of his job. Holding his newborn daughter in his arms was the last thing that he could do but the first thing that crossed his mind as his body ached. His dream to settle down in America and open his own business played in repitition in his mind for the following months. If he'd ever get the opportunity, he'd finally take a firm grasp on his future and he'd finally become something more than just another employee, he'd be the boss. Misook held out on leaving to America for as long as she could but when she realized what staying was doing to her husband, she sacraficed the happiness that she'd found and agreed to go along with him in whatever he deemed was right for the family. What he felt was right was a fresh start. During the late '80s, the Song family had found a home in South Central, CA. The dangerous part of Los Angeles didn't seem to rattle the family one bit, Hyo Shin and Misook decided to make themselves comfortable since they would be there for the long haul. Jung-hwa became the motivation for everything that they did. Just to see their daughter smile, they'd do just about anything and in time, her giggles drowned out the deafening noises of gunshots, helicopters, and sirens. Misook had moments of ignominy where she begged Hyo Shin, sometimes on her hands and knees, for them to find some place better to live or go home to Korea at the very least when violence in their area picked up at the turn of the decade. Her pleas fell on deaf ears since he could only see the success of staying exactly where they were and he loved the excitement that was around him. The same things that terrified his poor wife, pumped adrenaline through his veins and he taunted the harm that waited in shadows around vacant corners on dimly lit streets. After years of success in his business and safety within his household, malevolence from the predators in his enviornment finally came forward to bring an ever-present sadness to a place where there rarely was anything but smiles. Jung-hwa and Misook slept happily in their beds until they heard the shatter that came from a brick being hurled into the window of the store that was one story below their residence. Friendly faces that Hyo Shin had greeted kindly the morning before now carried anger and frustration. Within moments, he was dragged from the store and almost beaten to the point of losing conciousness. In the gutter, he laid and watched as people he'd thought were friends tear through his store. Every inch of his body hurt from being hurled past the curb, the cuts and bruises on his face didn't pain him nearly as much as the sight of his dream being ripped away and an inability to do anything to stop it. The reflections of flames danced on his eyes for a long while before he realized that his family would be trapped if he just laid there and watched it all happen. Hyo Shin pulled himself up and forced steps past the assailants who were ripping his hope away, screened by the blindness that only years of injustice could cause. In pain that he fought by gritting his teeth, he moved through the back door of the store and up the steps that led to his home to take his family into safety. Only a short time had passed and they found themselves having nothing, not even a place to stay. The insurance paid them enough to leave town but that was after weeks of staying with friends and watching repeats of a tragic day play out on the news. A few weeks before Jung-hwa's eighth birthday, the family moved to Chicago on Hyo Shin's decision to stay with distant relatives. The two worked hard to get back what they'd loss plus some. For the first time in almost fifteen years, Misook was forced to find a job. It worked out for the best when the couple got to see everything they had rebirth itself ten-fold. Misook was able to maintain the sucessful task of running a dry cleaning business along with her husband and they eventually had enough money to open another liquor store in the area they lived in. It took much time to do so since they were still reeling from the horror of the riots. Soon they moved into their own home and spent most of their time pushing Jung-hwa to be an overachiever in school. Jung-hwa was never very sheltered because of the neighborhoods the family landed in due to their immigrant status. She tried her best to get along with everyone despite having to see her parents get held at gunpoint several times. Seeing the liquor store robbed was all too frequent when she was younger and it was deemed safer for her to work in the family's dry cleaning business through her teen years. Jung-hwa was very proud of where she'd come from but couldn't help being Americanized since she'd spent a greater part of her life in the states. Her parents still made sure that she at least knew Korean if nothing else. Her life became about her parents and friends when she was younger, trying to care for them was a full-time job. In high school, she sketched and designed her own clothing. At a point, she even refused for her mother to buy her anything off the rack. Instead she would ask for fabric and put her twist on whatever fashion was currently in. After she graduated from high school, she took a trip to Japan where she stayed for a while to work for a young couple at their clothing store. The experience was great for her but she decided to leave when she felt that her creativity was being stiffled. She accepted a scholarship to a New York fashion school soon after and impressed her own teachers with her abilities. She graduated with honors and even got her second job working as the personal assistant to a very well known fashionista. Within months, she became one of the highest paid personal assistants in New York but again, she was lacking the creative input that she desired to give. Her personal life also seemed to suffer due to the amount of time that she devoted to one person. She took a break from working and came back to Chicago, staying with her parents for a while seemed to make her feel more stable and grounded even if they pushed for her to marry someone and give them grandchildren with whatever chance they got. She finally did listen to them, sort of and got romantically involved with a very kind man. He was perfect for her parents because he had a job, a nice house, a nice car, and the seller was that he was also Korean. She gave her heart away and quickly got engaged only to find out weeks later that he already had a wife and child. The situation enraged her so much that she went ballistic, if it wasn't for intervention she probably would have hurt him before knowing. It also put her off on the idea of having a relationship so she focused her energy back on being a personal assistant with the hope to gain enough belief to actually get a job designing clothing one day. ( I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hour glass, its ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out, when I thought he was mine, she caught him by the cock. ) post comment

[22 Nov 2008|06:31pm] kaz_hamels Basics Name: Cassius Dakota Hamels Nickname(s): Kaz Age: 23 Birthday: December 29, 1984 Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Eyes: Blue/Grey Hair: Brown Build: Thin and lean Dress Style: Dressy casual Tattoos/Piercings: None Pets: Two dogs, Swing and A Miss Psychology Intelligence: Average Phobias/Fears: Career ending injury, bridges Mental Health: Slight ADHD/OCD Religious Beliefs: Raised Lutheran, considered Agnostic Extrovert/Introvert: Mostly extroverted Health Eyesight: 20/20 Hearing: Average Left/Right/Ambi: Lefty Physical Health: Arm surgery in high school, back problems that have been healed. General Dexterity: Fairly agile Handicaps: Left hand gets achey in very cold, damp weather. Personality Goals/Dreams: To win another World Series, get a Cy Young award, get the Kaz Hamels Foundation off the ground, maybe settle down and get married in the future. Quirks/Habits: Chews nails, always touching hair. Likes: Philadelphia Phillies, Philly, Chicago Cubs, Chicago, Chicago Blackhawks, hockey, baseball, pineapple, green tea, red wine, champagne, pasta Dislikes: Mets fans, Jager, Energy Drinks, Greasy Food, Grape Flavoring, Rain Delays Background Occupation: Starting pitcher for the Philadelphia Phillies Education: Bellarmine College Preparatory High School, San Jose California Home: High Rise apartment in Center City Philadelphia, Two bedroom apartment in Chicago's Chestnut Towers. Finance: In discussions for a pay raise with the Phillies History: Kaz Hamels was born Cassius Dakota Hamels on December 29th 1984 to Chicago middle class parents Ashley and Robert Hamels. He was the middled child of three, with a sister two years older and a brother three years younger. All three Hamels children were radically different in both personality and talents. Amanda, the oldest and only daughter was the intelligent one, taking all honors and advanced placement classes through high school, earning a full academic scholarships to quite a few scholorships before she decided on Pepperdine for her undergraduate pre-med degree, and is currently atteneding Harvard. Mitchell is the youngest, and was a standout artist through his school years. After graduating, he decied against going to college and traveled for two years before finding a small loft in New York City where he's currently living the "tortured artist" life. Kaz was the atletic one of the bunch. Excelling at an early eage in baseball. From the first time he stepped up to a tee, he knew that's what he wanted to do for his lifetime career. He easily found his niche as a pitcher and instead of trying to force a hard throwing fastball, he worked on what are known as offspeed pitches. Change ups, splitters, curveballs and the like. It was the powerful command over his curveball that got Kaz noticed by the recruiters of Bellarmine College Preparatory High School in San Jose took notice. The August of his Freshmen year in high school, Kaz packed his things and hopped on a flight to the warm weather of California. His first two and a half years at Bellamine were fairly uneventful. He spent most of his time outside of class on a baseball diamond, working with the coaches on his pitches, and eventually adding a mid-nineties fastball to his repertoire of pitches. When Kaz was a Junior, he hurt a tendon in the elbow of his pitching arm and needed to have surgery. This ended his Junior season, and caused a lot of teams who were openly scouting him to lose interest. Teams including his hometown Chicago Cubs. Kaz made a full recovery and thinks his pitching got even better after the operation. Kaz was drafted in the first round by the Los Angeles Dodgers after he graduated high school, but instead chose to attend college. The University of Maryland offered Kaz a full baseball scholarship, so after graduating in the middle of his class from Bellamine, Kaz again packed his things and moved to College Park, Maryland in search of his degree in business. After a year of classes though, Kaz decided that college wasn't for him, and he entered the draft, this time being picked in the first round by the Philadelphia Phillies. Then it was a season in Clearwater, Florida for the Phillies single A team. It was during spring training there that he was in a bar and got involved in a barfight that started because someone insulted his girlfriend at the time. The fight ended up causing him to break a bone in his left hand, which caused him to miss half the season. After that he was plagued by nagging back problems for the next three years which included a season each with the double and triple A teams as well as his rookie years with the Phillies. It was only after a close friend of his in Philadelphia introduced him to chiropractics, yoga, and pilates. After a few weeks of the new exercise regimen and going to see a chiropractor at the University of Pennsylvania, the back problems seeming disappeared and have not returned. The beginning of this season would be Kaz's second full season with the Phillies, and his first as their Ace starter. He has been credited as a big reason they had a run at, and eventually won the World Series. The Phillies World Series victory came after a 28 season club championship drought, and a 25 year, 99 collective season drought for all four sports teams in Philadelphia. Kaz was rewarded at the end of both the NLCS and World Series with MVP honors in both. After his performance in both the regular and post-season, Kaz and his agent have decided to talk to the Phillies about a pay raise from the league's minimum of $500,000. If both sides cannot come to an agreement, it will be taken to arbitration and the courts will decide. Romantic Marital Status: Single Sexual Preference: Straight Past Relationships: One serious relationship that ended on friendly terms about a year ago, a few less serious relationships before that, and more than a handful of one night stands since. Present Relationships: Just one night stands, nothing serious. post comment

[22 Nov 2008|05:51pm] chicagooc [brookexlynn] Well AIM is hating me right now, I am online but it won't let me go off of invisible for some reason. So if you want to talk to Brooke, Emerson, and Tom just IM them :) 2 comments|post comment

[22 Nov 2008|03:05pm] chicagooc [stasy] I'm thinking of applying as an Andy Roddick PB. I was just wondering if anyone is looking for any lines to be filled or anything that he would fit for? 4 comments|post comment

macvarish [22 Nov 2008|02:59am] lizwahlberg I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his. post comment

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