"i love you,without you i'm nothing." thats what you said
the lies, they still ring in my head.
I loved you so much my heart could have burst,
i never thought you would be the one to hurt me the worst
As i sit here pain strikes at my heart-
tearing me to pieces,breaking me apart.
But then i think, as i see you walk away
since u really didn't love me, you weren't worth it anyway
i'm better without you
i smile more, and laugh more too.
And i now know i never did love you,
i just wanted to say it too
Friday, October 22, 2010
made in L.A part 2 !
1. Who does Forever 21 blame for the sweatshops? Why?
They blame the contractors because the contractors give the
manufacturers a little bit of money so the manufacturers hire
the workers for a little bit of money and they profit some
of the money
2. What’s wrong with Forever 21′s argument?
They don't side with the workers. they just blame
the contractors and don't speak to them.
3. Why do the workers continue to protest even if it means they might lose their jobs?
They continue because they want justice.
They blame the contractors because the contractors give the
manufacturers a little bit of money so the manufacturers hire
the workers for a little bit of money and they profit some
of the money
2. What’s wrong with Forever 21′s argument?
They don't side with the workers. they just blame
the contractors and don't speak to them.
3. Why do the workers continue to protest even if it means they might lose their jobs?
They continue because they want justice.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
He killed a girl
In his eyes you find the snapshot,
Of a night with terror and gasoline.
Alcohol and razor blades,
A Chevy pick-up and a canteen.
Limbs and legs,
Piled in the back seat of the truck.
A grunt and a scream,
How much is too much?
Sip after sip,
It all falls effortlessly down.
The beautiful and the broken,
Falling to the ground.
The back seat of that Chevy truck,
The night his eyes went astray.
A deer in the headlights,
Only she doesn't see it that way.
A palm over a mouth.
The taste of sweat and blood.
Cold metal on her shoulders,
A knife and a gun.
Fingers pulsing sharply,
With every intake of breath.
Otherwise known as the night,
Her memory won't ever forget.
Nails burrowing deeper,
Frying down into flesh and blood.
The rain tastes like fire,
The water like mud.
Smoke billows from his mouth;
On a cigarette he drags.
A body convulsing with pressure,
From every attack.
He killed a girl
With blood beneath her nails.
A hole in her sweatshirt,
A smile that never fails.
He killed a girl
In ripped jeans and flip flops
She begged, she begged
She begged him to stop.
He killed a girl
With lips as blue as the sky
Watching the life drain out of her
As she began to cry.
He killed a girl
With his very own hands
He killed a girl,
But that wasn't part of the pla
Of a night with terror and gasoline.
Alcohol and razor blades,
A Chevy pick-up and a canteen.
Limbs and legs,
Piled in the back seat of the truck.
A grunt and a scream,
How much is too much?
Sip after sip,
It all falls effortlessly down.
The beautiful and the broken,
Falling to the ground.
The back seat of that Chevy truck,
The night his eyes went astray.
A deer in the headlights,
Only she doesn't see it that way.
A palm over a mouth.
The taste of sweat and blood.
Cold metal on her shoulders,
A knife and a gun.
Fingers pulsing sharply,
With every intake of breath.
Otherwise known as the night,
Her memory won't ever forget.
Nails burrowing deeper,
Frying down into flesh and blood.
The rain tastes like fire,
The water like mud.
Smoke billows from his mouth;
On a cigarette he drags.
A body convulsing with pressure,
From every attack.
He killed a girl
With blood beneath her nails.
A hole in her sweatshirt,
A smile that never fails.
He killed a girl
In ripped jeans and flip flops
She begged, she begged
She begged him to stop.
He killed a girl
With lips as blue as the sky
Watching the life drain out of her
As she began to cry.
He killed a girl
With his very own hands
He killed a girl,
But that wasn't part of the pla
Friends Are....
Friends are the ones who keep all your secrets.
Friends are the ones who laugh at your stupidest joke.
Friends are always by you when you need help.
Friends lend a hand when you fall.
Friends are the ones you can act craziest with and no one is there to judge you.
Friends help you when you can not answer the easiest question and not insult you.
Friends are the shoulders you can cry on.
Friends are the people you can talk about anything.
Friends think you are perfect even though you might be imperfect because nobody's perfect but that is how special friends are.
People are who come and go but friends stay in your heart like a rich man sticks to gold.
Friends are these girls: Amy Jimenez, Susana Sanchez , Brittany pena.
Friends are the ones who laugh at your stupidest joke.
Friends are always by you when you need help.
Friends lend a hand when you fall.
Friends are the ones you can act craziest with and no one is there to judge you.
Friends help you when you can not answer the easiest question and not insult you.
Friends are the shoulders you can cry on.
Friends are the people you can talk about anything.
Friends think you are perfect even though you might be imperfect because nobody's perfect but that is how special friends are.
People are who come and go but friends stay in your heart like a rich man sticks to gold.
Friends are these girls: Amy Jimenez, Susana Sanchez , Brittany pena.
Where did the heroes go ?
Who says good guys aren't liars?
Who says they don't cheat?
Who says they're not fighters
And all they want is peace?
Why does the good guy always win?
Is he still good if he loses?
Maybe there's no goodperson at all
Just the one everybody chooses
There's no one who always fights for what's right
Only those who fight for their opinion
A hero always fights for life
But what about those who gave up on living?
There's no 'A' for effort
In a world of admiration
One fail and you're done
And we all move on to the next sensation
Who says they don't cheat?
Who says they're not fighters
And all they want is peace?
Why does the good guy always win?
Is he still good if he loses?
Maybe there's no goodperson at all
Just the one everybody chooses
There's no one who always fights for what's right
Only those who fight for their opinion
A hero always fights for life
But what about those who gave up on living?
There's no 'A' for effort
In a world of admiration
One fail and you're done
And we all move on to the next sensation
Monday, October 18, 2010
made in L.A !
1. How is the life of sweatshop workers in L.A. the same as those in Indonesia? How is it different?
The people in L.A have homes, but the ones in Indonesia don't have homes.
2. Why is it that poor immigrants (newcomers) end up working at sweatshops? Why don’t they work as lawyers or doctors or at Mcdonald's?
They work in sweatshops because they don't have enough money.
i don't know why they don't work in mcdonalds because its easy to just go and
apply for a job.
3.Predict what’s going to happen by the end of this movie.
I think that in the end some of the sweatshop workers are going to quit
and apply for another job.
The people in L.A have homes, but the ones in Indonesia don't have homes.
2. Why is it that poor immigrants (newcomers) end up working at sweatshops? Why don’t they work as lawyers or doctors or at Mcdonald's?
They work in sweatshops because they don't have enough money.
i don't know why they don't work in mcdonalds because its easy to just go and
apply for a job.
3.Predict what’s going to happen by the end of this movie.
I think that in the end some of the sweatshop workers are going to quit
and apply for another job.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
behind the swoosh 3
Dear Nike,
Thats really sad how your using those
Indonesian workers. they're humans just like
you. you shouldn't work someone to death
and only pay them $1.25. thats just SICK!
you should go see for yourselves how these
people live off your pay ! its just ridiculous.
Thats really sad how your using those
Indonesian workers. they're humans just like
you. you shouldn't work someone to death
and only pay them $1.25. thats just SICK!
you should go see for yourselves how these
people live off your pay ! its just ridiculous.
Friday, October 8, 2010
behind the swoosh part 2
1. How much do Nike workers make in Indonesia each day? How many hours a day do they work? they make 1.25$. they work 15 hours a day.
2. What is life like for Indonesian Nike workers at home? it is very difficult for them because they don't make a lot of money so they don't have a lot of food.
3. Why won’t Nike talk to Jim or Leslie or let them visit the shoe factory?
Because they know why Leslie and jim are going to the factory, and they don't want everybody to know the truth.
2. What is life like for Indonesian Nike workers at home? it is very difficult for them because they don't make a lot of money so they don't have a lot of food.
3. Why won’t Nike talk to Jim or Leslie or let them visit the shoe factory?
Because they know why Leslie and jim are going to the factory, and they don't want everybody to know the truth.
Monday, October 4, 2010
behind the swoosh
1. What does it mean to “make a decent living”? What should you be able to afford to buy? Having money, clothes, and a home.
2. Where do your sneakers come from? Who makes them?
I believe they come from factory's. I'm not to sure who makes them.
3. What is a sweatshop (take a guess, even if you have no idea)
I believe sweatshop is a back room where they make children work.
which is basically child labor.
2. Where do your sneakers come from? Who makes them?
I believe they come from factory's. I'm not to sure who makes them.
3. What is a sweatshop (take a guess, even if you have no idea)
I believe sweatshop is a back room where they make children work.
which is basically child labor.
Friday, October 1, 2010
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