Hidden Meaning?

In the last blogger I have started talking about my choice in music. I wanted to blog more about this last week, but I forgot. So I will talk about this, this week and something else later next week that is not music. Like I have said I will be talking about The Beatles again.

In the last blog I talked about a hidden meaning to their songs. I talked about how my uncle told me all of this, but never told me exactly what. So one day this last business week I was talking with that same uncle about my blog. I didn't ask him to tell me what the hidden meanings are. However he decided to tell me.

He started singing the song, which they lyrics are down below. He said that all their hidden meanings talked about them being high, being intoxicated with weed. Which back then was totally normal. They never hid the truth of them smoking pot from the public. As you can see in the Abbey Road album cover. In the song Yellow Submarine says that they are high with there friends. That they are so high they don't feel like they are in this world. They are so high they are really loopy. They are basically singing about themselves about how they feel when they are high.

I have never in my life gotten high off of weed or any other drugs. I have gotten high off of chocolate many times before! Hahaha. Yes that's how my friends and I role, but I don't know about other people. What is getting high off chocolate? Well for me it's getting so hyper off of chocolate that your twitching, laughing at everything, talking to people you don't know about any random subject, having a staring competition with your self in the mirror. That is what getting high off of chocolate is for me. Might be different for others. However I back to the one and only The Beatles. To prove my point here. I am not able to understand their meanings of getting high. So if someone told me what they are actually saying I would be very confused. I would have no clue of what they are saying, but I know what they are talking about.

Look at it this way if you know what getting high is ask a person that's an expert on this. However, if you don't you still listen to their music its pretty good. Wait pretty good!? No its freaking great!!! Its all groovy baby!

Yellow Submarine by The Beatles

In the town where i was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Jaz, What About Music?

I started thinking of what to write for this week. I started saying to my self, Jaz what about music? I came up with writing about The Beatles, not a mini biography. I'm one of those fanatics that really don't care that much about the personal life, I just care about the music they make. That is why I am going to write about how I feel about some of their music. You may be asking why? The answer to that would most likely be I love their music.

My favorite song? Well... there is a lot of them, but my top three are; So Happy Together, Hey Jude, and Help. The song So Happy Together is one out of the little songs they actually talk about love and don't change the subject like in others. Mostly one guy sings about him and his gal being happy together. I like the song Hey Jude, because of what I get out of it. It kinda tells me to make a bad day a better for your self. And that makes me really happy or feel better if I'm really having a bad day. Help? Because it's funny how they acknowledge that they need help and the way how they are really begging for it. I really like how the music keeps changing throughout the whole song and how it doesn't sound bad like in other people's.

I have noticed that in their songs they don't stick to one subject. They keep making up new ideas and they make them work .They have some songs that may be in a secretly manner, that many people don't get, but the people like it. All because I' facetious. I have to admit that sometimes I don't get it, but I like it anyways. Like the yellow submarine, my uncle told me there was another meaning to it, but I have to be older for him to tell me. Which I'm curios about, but you know how they say, curiosity killed the cat. That is what I want to answer for now to the question, Jaz, what about music?

The Nightmare Came To Life!

Have you ever had a nightmare that you end up going to school or an important event and your pants fell down in front of every one? I have not but It happened to me in real life.

I had won a scholarship to a private summer school for four years when I was in the 5th grade. The school was called Head-Royce School, but the program is called Heads-Up.I had lots of fun in that program. I had meet new friends, seen new things,advanced in learning skill, and I have meet some of the coolest teachers there,which 'm still in contact with.

Well, back to the nightmare. It was 8th grade graduation an I was wearing a fancy shirt, skirt, tights, and fancy new high heels. We were all so exited. Out off the students in the beginning of the program only 20 of us were the ones that stayed in the program for 3 years so far.

We walked in the graduation event. We went through the whole graduation and It went swell. It ended we said bye see you next year.

My mom and I went over to my grandma's house where my whole family was waiting for us. They were all so happy I graduated. Then 20mins after I started walking around the small living room crowded with a bunch of people. I was the center of attention. Then I was in front of my family talking everyone. All of a sudden my skirt fell down. I paused with my mouth open for like 30second. I looked down to see if they really fell down or if I was imagination stuff. I realized I wasn't and started running to the closest room with my skirt around my ankles. It looked like I was wobbling. Everyone was watching me! Not one person in the living room did not see that. Everyone one was laughing so hard even myself. I was so embarrassed. Can you imagine that? Now everyone in my family makes fun of me when they see me. Not one day can I go without remembering that embarrassing moment, but good thing it wasn't during graduation. That is my nightmare come to life.

The Tatum Article

(9.) Stereotypes, omissions,[7] and distortions all contribute to the development of prejudice. Prejudice is a preconceived[8] judgment or opinion, usually based on limited information.I assume that we all have prejudices, not because we want them, but simply because we are so continually exposed to misinformation about others. Though I have often heard students describe someone as not having “a prejudiced bone in his body,” I usually suggest that they look again.

(10.) Prejudice is one of the inescapable consequences of living in a racist society. Cultural racism—the cultural images and messages that affirm the assumed superiority of Whites and theassumedinferiority of people of color—is like smog in the air. Sometimes it is so thick it is visible, other times it is less apparent,[9] but always, day in and day out, we are breathing it in. None of us would introduce ourselves as “smog-breathers” (and most of us don’t want to be described as prejudiced), but if we live in a smoggy place, how can we avoid breathing the air? If we live in an environment in which we are bombarded with stereotypical images in the media, are frequently exposed to the ethnic jokes of friends and family members, and are rarely informed of the accomplishments of oppressed groups, we will develop the negative ideas about those groups that form the basis of prejudice. […]

During the first paragraph what I first highlighted was very important. Why? Because I stopped and made a very long paused saying, ooh.

What it meant to me was that, we are not just born with prejudice in us but we gather it from the little information we received from our parents and or adults in our surroundings. In the third sentence and the fourth I agreed while reading it. I reminded me of a song called I can see clearly now by Bob Marley. Even throughout the rest of this second paragraph mostly because of how the show there examples. By the way I think are very good ones. The phrase, assumed not proved kept popping up in my head during the second paragraph above. The third sentence on it was really nice that I loved it and want it tattooed on my wrist. I circled the word bombarded because to me it sounds really funny and I laugh every time I see, hear, or say it, for some weird reason. The last sentence or so that I highlighted I answered with the word dyeing, because its true you would die. I liked this two paragraph because of the good visual examples she provides.

The Great Fall

This story took time when I was 9 years old, my brother was 7, and Greg was 24. We were all pretty young. This story took place in the Joaquin Miller Park. We went out for our first bike rides with our new bikes. I had a little pink bike with white wheels. All around it had colorful flowers. My brother had a guyish bike that was all black. All the way from the wheels to the steering wheel. It had red around the wheel, on the little details, and designs.

So we got to the Joaquin Miller bike trails. We got out the car and my brother and I were ready to take off on our new bikes. Then Greg said, " Alright lets go.'' My brother and I took off.

We all were having fun, racing each other, stopping to take crazy pictures, which we don't have anymore. I remember we stopped at a point were we can see the city right below, we stayed there for a while speechless. It was cool.

We kept going in the the trail. We even went to the places were bikes are not supposed to go. Which were really small trails. Only one person at a time could run. It was sort of like a being on a freeway on a mountain where you keep going around the it just to get to the top or another freeway. There were trees all over it which was really nice the whole park made you feel the scenes of piece and relaxation. A feeling so close to the feeling you get when you give a homeless hungry person some food and they give a true thanks.

So we were on the narrow trails and my brother and I were looking all around. Watching the beauty of nature. We were making jokes as we were going up the trail. Then all of a sudden you hear Greg say, " Its getting bumpy up here." I was being very caution. My brother ignored what my uncle said since he was in the front he stated going faster. All of a sudden my brother came up with a large rock. I was right behind him and saw that his front wheel turned facing the part of the mountain where the hill went down.

Then he kept pedaling and you see him go down to the hill so fast he looked like a ongoing cartoon skit of a kid on a bike going down a steep hill with lines enhancing the velocity that it takes on. Greg and I stopped and watched for a second. Then we realized that he was going to hit a tree so we told him to let go of the bike. He wouldn't let go. We can notice on his face how scared he was even though he was mute all the way down.

Once he hit we realized the fall was around 3minutes long. We were laughing at my brother all his way up. The impact on his face was priceless. It was like he wanted to cry but he wanted to laugh and do it over again all at the same time. After that we went back to the car and left because my brother was kinda in a zombie stage. We never will never forget his priceless face expression and the fall.

SixFlags More Fun

It starts around last year in the month of September that Greg, my uncle, and I went to six flags. Since it was September there was no one out there. We had the amusement park all to ourselves! Even better there were no lines for the rides! We felt an instinct to run around the whole park, that we could not let pass by. So we ran around the park like little kids. It was so much fun.

After the run, we started getting on all the big kid rides. We started out from the small all the way to big. All the rides were really cool. On the rides we always sat up in the front then the second time in the back of the ride. I think we were on something because we were way too excited. It’s like we were two little kids in Chuck E. Cheese for the first time.

When we got to Medusa, one out of two big rides there, we were so thrilled that for the picture we made funny faces. When we saw the picture we laughed so hard for like 10min straight. I remember I could not breathe while I was laughing. These other guy that was sitting in the same row with us were not trying to make a funny face, but one of the guys came out looking so retarded that the glasses he was wearing looked like they were winking. We loved the picture so much we had to buy it. We still have the picture up in the refrigerator at my grandma’s house.

Later on the last one we had to ride was Vertical Velocity. It is the fastest ride in the park. Basically the name says it all. When we were in line, which was a small line. We heard it all the people scream even the ride screams. That was a shock to my uncle, because it was going to be his first time in that single ride. The reaction in his face was so funny that I almost peed in my pants of laughter. His eyes and mouth opened up so big. He looked like that guy from the famous painting called scream. The ride passed by so many times with people screaming and the ride too. He heard it pass two times and he panicked. He wanted to leave so bad that he was jumping up and down with watery rides. What a scary cat! I convinced him to go on it, but he was still scared. We got on right in the front row, just me and him. He was being such a baby he was crying for his mom.

The ride took off and we loved it so much that Greg admitted that he was being a big baby. We kept getting on that ride for over 10 tomes until it was time for us to go. The day was over and the year still had many more days for us to have fun or to say being ourselves.

While Living in Utah

About 7 years ago i used to live in Utah with my mom, siblings, grandparents, my youngest aunt and my youngest uncle in a big house. My oldest uncle lived with his family in another house near to ours. My uncle , Gregorio, came from a college in Sacramento while winter break to spend the holidays with us. So one day my family and I went over to these mountain where a huge lake freezes in2 the winter.

While we where there we could never go to far in the lake because my parents were to scared that the lake would crack and we would fall in and since there were no park ranger around to help. We couldn't even leave my parents side! That really sucked butt! Once we got in the car and went farther in the huge mountains we found ourselves lost. So everyone got out the car we started playing in the woods around. My grandparents and my oldest uncle stayed near the car in case someone passed by they would ask for directions.

Greg, my brother and I went deeply in the forest and started goofing off, like always. While we were laughing and playing we heard a bear. We got spooked and and stood there for a while really quite. Afterward we all agreed on seeing the bear. We went in trying to look for the bear and we were singing a song that we invented and it sort of sounded like this..."we're going on a bear hunt, we're going on a bear hunt, who is coming? we are coming"My brother was 6 years old and I was 8, it was logical that we would be singing something like this. After 10 minutes my brother and I were tired, but still wanted to find the bear. My uncle started giving us piggyback rides. After 20 minutes we thought that our family left us so we ran back down to the car it took us a while to get there,but we were worried.

Once we were down in the street we saw that they were already on the car and riding down the street slowly. We tried catching up ,but they speed up on purpose! Once we stopped running and just sat there in the middle of the street. We didn't bother standing up because we didn't believe that they would come back. The car was turning around, we were still sitting down and looking really tired and sweaty. They actually stopped and we got in the car and our little adventure was sort of done.