from the A Tribute To Rosie Perez Album, with Aesop Rock on the beat....uh oh, nastiness ensues...
I fell off I need to come back strong!
Some quotes i've taken from various articles on Manny. haters shush please, actually speak all you want, his legacy has been made, and a place in all time history stamped! From the Telegraph.uk I'll keep posting more articles on Manny since there's is 4 bajillion of em out there!
Bill Dwyre, LA Times "Pacquiao won with yet another epic performance. The pride of the Philippines has now become the pride of all boxing. The Puerto Rican Cotto, one tough customer, was reduced to spending the last four or five rounds simply running, surviving, maybe hoping for enough energy for one lucky shot. He has now taken his seventh title, a record, in seven weight divisions. Henry Armstrong became legendary for that, and Pacquiao might be even better."
Michael Rosenthal, The Ring "The Filipino marvel has drawn more comparisons to the greatest fighters who ever lived after another spectacular performance against Miguel Cotto on Saturday in Las Vegas. And deservedly so. He is dominating his era as few fighters ever have. The fact he has been a force in seven divisions is ridiculous. I still have trouble comparing him to the likes of Henry Armstrong, Sugar Ray Leonard or Muhammad Ali. That’s probably because he remains active, which doesn’t provide us with the proper perspective on his career. I also believe he must meet a monumental challenge before we sign off on his all-time status: He must meet and beat Floyd Mayweather Jr. Then it would be very difficult to say he’s not on the level of an Armstrong, Leonard or Ali."
Greg Bishop, New York Times "The brutal beating continued Pacquiao’s progression, adding to a résumé that must now be weighed against the best in boxing history. Pacquiao has continued to move up in weight, still beating formidable fighters, winning as easily at 112 pounds as at 145. Before Saturday, he had earned six titles in six weight divisions, forcing Oscar De La Hoya into retirement and knocking out Ricky Hatton with a savage blow rarely delivered by a man his size. With Pacquiao’s place in history cemented, Mayweather seems like the logical, blockbuster opponent. Pacquiao said he would not move up again in weight. This was more than just another knockout. This one was historic."
Jun Medina, Manila Times: "Manny Pacquiao stopped World Boxing Organization welterweight champion Miguel Cotto in the final round of their bout by technical knockout to win a record seventh world title in as many weight classes, cementing his position as the best boxer of his era. Pacquiao demonstrated yet another facet of his greatness by standing up to a bigger and stronger natural welterweight like Cotto—and proving that he was the stronger puncher and the better boxer. Manny is the greatest boxer of his era, that’s for sure,” Roach said during the post-fight press conference."
Abac Cordero, Philippine Star "On a cold Saturday evening, Manny Pacquiao put on the hottest performance of his life, winning an unprecedented seventh world title in different weight classes, and this time making sure that he’ll be remembered forever as the greatest of them all. Except for Pacquiao, perhaps, winner of world titles in the flyweight, super-bantamweight, featherweight, super-featherweight, lightweight and junior welterweight. No other fighter in boxing history has won as many crowns in different weight classes."
HOLLLLLAA, We're gonna watch it closed circuit at the MGM..TOO MUCH ADRENALINE RIGHT NOW!!!
Randomly found him Hypem and his track Pink and Purple, and he's a dope dope multi-instrumentalist. Usually if i come across someone new on hypem, I check out there other stuff and base whether or not i really dig their ish as a collective, and I can def say from what I've heard so far from Alan Wilkis is that he's bringing the heat. I listened to 3 tracks and heard three different flavors. One has a Chromeo feel, one has a Bonobo feel, and the other a Calvin Harris feel. Peep these tracks and let me know what you think! P.L.P
Coli(center), who was one our OG roadtrippers came by the office for a visit this week, and we had a chance to speak with him. Coincidentally, we were shooting some of our videos for our Curriculum for Roadtrip Nation in the classroom, and the portion we were filming was for the subject of, Storytelling. Perfect. Coli actually is from Philly, then moved to Boston to go to grad school at Emerson College, and post grad he said eff it, I'm going to move to LA and try to make it out there. His true passion is writing, and he writes pilots and a scripts, while working at Warner Bros right now. He's most definitely embedded in the Hollywood scene. Since there was such a connection there with Coli being a roadtripper and his life purpose of trying to be a storyteller, we filmed and interviewed him. I sat in, and was just taking in all of his nuggets of wisdom, and it was dope to get such pertinent advice from a fellow writer.
-The author is a conduit and a vessel, made up of all their experiences.
-Don't try to change the world, tell the story, and let the story change the world.
-Write from the point of view of who you aspire to be, it the time at which you can your most honest, yet the most vulnerable.
-He also said that the most important thing in any storytelling at writing is that at the very root of it, it is tied to an emotion, and it can be any emotion, whether it be a positive or a negative, it just has to be driven by an emotion.
He also spoke of the different music that spurs his writing, that get him to feel certain moods, and it hit me that, I just need to get on that, and just listen to music regardless of genre that feeds my mind. He said in particular to listen to Thomas Newman, a composer of scores for many films. So i checked out one of his pieces, and it was really interesting what it compelled me to write. I ended seeing the image of my moms wet rag that she cleans everything in the kitchen with and the rest just flowed. Attached after is the track from The Shawshank Redemption that i wrote to
Revamp the damp cloth
bearing stains of her struggle
debris decoded
abstract within it's history
repetition of chores shields her from her misery
provider
in search of co-dependents
yet the only thing left
is her independence.
her memories remain as tattered remnants
as she's scattering her vengeance
compensating for the lack of your presence
she's never ridden a bike
so i can't expect it to reflect right back to her
so i'll push and i'll prod
inching her toward new commitments
yet a lifetime can't convert in a moment or an instant
i'll read it as my misprint
interpret it as indifference
disappointed I didn't make a difference
but in a month i'll see those inches now feet
stepping towards a work in progress
still clutching onto history
but a free hand grasping for the place where visions be
her pain is my anguish intrinsically
so i'll take responsibility
your grief is a burden bestowed only for the broadest of shoulders
knowing full well if it was I
I would be rendered useless
but you boost this son
pace the beats of my drum
resonating to a fever pitch frequency to a hum
in awe still stunned
your fortitude impregnable
maternal love so venerable
shaped me to be as humble as my father
or at least to reach his likes
unconditional love
emblazones me to strive.
While we were doing our event at Davis a group of First graders came passed by the RV, and one of their teachers asked if i could talk to them and let them know what Roadtrip Nation is all about. Hooked em up with some hats, and they hooked me up with two cheers, and that last one is them lassoing me in, they were so dope! P.L.P
From a batch of Chris' new beats, I wrote to this one called, "Explosions", it's a slow introspective beat with a click-snapping type snare, and a guitarish sounding synth with a slow extended bass line. Emotion Evoking would be a fitting description of it.
distorted support system
isolation, drawing upon that for my wisdom
I retort, react, from the lack
of security holding me in place securely
One ice berg breaks off,
and the glaciers start melting,
belting out oh woe is me
silence is the call
coded in the independence
hanging by a thread imposing mental remnants
repeated affirmations, repeated in sentences,
repeating til it leads to the path of acceptance
but searching for an empty sense of vengeance
Angst rising, anger building, counteract my intuition that say's it God Willing
weary of the repetition, frame still drilling
days seems like a 8 minute abs, thighmasters, every phony claim
shortcuttin through the path of least resistance
bypassing every trial defining your existence
so pass me the coal, to shovel into engines
next the thesaurus, penning eloquent sentences
every possible option an entrance,
to face a demon and soothe stresses that menace
Venice? no need, represent a cause for which i bleed
feeding off the seeds of guilt and shame
transform it in my system, points of view reframed
no need for acceptance to feel sane,
every cat can argue, with the knowledge to impart you
yet free to disagree
cause you face your own stark truth.
Makes me make sure I don't get stagnant and that I have to stay hungry to see and do for the progression in the world, and it's always much larger than my miniscule realm of reality. P.L.P
Insane, but pretty cool. Like a crazy kid experiment where you just crash things into each other to see what happens.
Roadtrip Nation has an interview with the creators of Freestyle Love Supreme, and they have such a dope story of struggling and hustling and making it. Here they are guest starring on a college humor skit about freestyle battling.
Wow. watched this last night, gripping, haunting, and makes you truly look inside yourself to a certain degree in ways you normally wouldn't. It's about Andrew McCauley, who tried to kayak alone from Tasmania to New Zealand, in some of the roughest ocean in the world. If you have 60 minutes, use it to watch this.
Watch "Solo" Movie
I have a Jazzercise tank top that I bought while out on the road because I have memories of Mom going to Jazzercise classes at the Holly Center in Union City when I was about 6 or 7. Is this what it was really like? P.L.P
That's what I'm talking bout Beyonce!!! P.L.P
I'm starting tomorrow my first full day as Roadtrip Director.
Pretty nervous, but feeling infinitely blessed for the opportunity.
I really plan on building the position and the things we do within it.
I want every person who's in search of their voice to have an outlet with us.
Here's to new opportunities and paying it forward!
Also, this is my zine submission that I just sent, that will be put together called Tangerina. The theme was "Be Honest With Yourself. Tell The Story In Moments". Check it out. night. P.L.P!
No stress awakening,
Still relaxed from the previous evening’s celebration
Shirtless in shorts, I shake off the cobwebs
Pace across the catwalk over to your room.
Today’s the day you leave again for
That clinic’s giving us our last clinging hope.
Time’s ticking
I’m praying with a heightened faith I’ve never really experienced before.
This is the visit, This is the one, This is the turning point
You’ll be reinvigorated, You’ll be brought back to the work still left unfinished.
You take my arm, I take you downstairs,
Assisted step by step til we get you in the Backyard.
You remind me of the vitamins of the sun,
Your simple pure gratitude can’t be more powerful
And more different than the language your frail body speaks.
We watch football, and you come in and out,
But in it enough to hi five a score for the underdog.
I encourage you to just get a couple bites down,
Spoonfuls of lettuce wrap filling,
With a kiss for Ate and I, Mom’s watching on, sun peering in at her back
Mundane to the untrained eye
But profound to mine, seared onto my mind’s eye
Cause today, there would be no
Just a realization…
If your spirit proves to be far greater than that of your physical
Is it fair to still keep you here when you have higher work?
So we say our goodbyes,
20 of us gathered in the living room now
Your vision blacked out, your consciousness sporadic,
But your triumph is near.
You rise on your own, lifted by some grace
You gaze panoramically at your family assembled,
And breathe in its essence, refreshing you to a peaceful resignation.
We call the ambulance
For maybe we just might be able to hold on for awhile longer.
I trail the ambulance,
my mind failing to grasp the stark reality.
Into the emergency they say it’s only low sugar,
But I see a different story,
It’s begun.
Code Blue, Code Blue, Code Blue.
The eternity encased within those minutes
Exponentially more excruciating,
Then any moment that’s ever hung within my balance
But it came: “Who want’s to call it?”
Then silence and worry, turned to static, the onset
A rush of emotion with no equal I have ever met,
Emergency room wailing, ripped from the movies.
But time has passed now
Hindsight viewed clearly through the rearview, your higher purpose now being met.
Just know that every lesson you’ve pounded and reiterated
Is engrained, and I carry it with the greatest honor.
My life forever forged on the path for this certain greatness you believed possible for myself, I will carry it on just like you said, Dad, I will carry on your dream to inspire. Love you, and I’ll see you soon enough.
Ch ch check it, #2, it's coming to PBS station near you around October 3! P.L.P
So Maya's band The Colourist is really starting to blow. They're playing a show this weekend at The Troubador with Soko, and The Honey Brothers, a band with Vincent Chase aka Adrian Grenier from Entourage!
Check out this cover of Crazy by Gnarls Barkley....doooooooope!!!!!!!P.L.P
Check it out a preview of our first season's episode! I'll post more!
Watched Goodbye Solo this weekend a movie that does an in depth examination two characters unlikely relationship. There's Solo, a Senegalese immigrant taxi driver, with a never ending sense innocent curiosity and contentment that leaves his smiling at all times, and Red, the weathered old man, who just wants to be left alone. But Solo's nature will not allow it, as the progression of their relationship and Solo's effervescent personality keeps you intently watching and taking in his unique manner
But Solo wants to know more, and wants to be involved more, with this stranger, and that's what makes this movie so intriguing to me is because of the social questions it makes us ask ourselves about life and our interactions with others.
I saw Bahrani's Man Push Cart and it has the same knack to draw intrigue from a viewer to watch and see real life unfold. It's not overdone with fantastical scores, complex shots, but effective in its realistic point of view. It leaves me feeling like a fly on the wall, free to observe, and that's how I enjoy to live.
Below is the link to Goodbye Solo the movie and an interview with Bahrani, Souleymane Sy Savane(Solo), and Red West(Red) on Charlie Rose. Enjoy! P.L.P!
Watch "Goodbye Solo" Movie
A girl on the squad, Reggie Theus as coach, a full size gym in a smaller than half-court setting, Anthony Anderson as your big man/comedic relief, a valuable life lesson, and a wonderfully cheesy theme song. What does that equal?
One of the most underrated saturday morning teen sitcoms in history!
Happy 36th Anniversary Mom and Dad. I still feel you with me every single day, Dad.
Dad passed in such a way that left our family feeling blessed. It was the greatest gift he left for us, as his spirit had reached a point of such fulfillment that it outgrew the capacity to be contained within his body. Without a doubt it was the most painful and trying time as well in all our lives, but if you can imagine it, one filled with peace, serenity, completion, and acceptance of a will bigger than our own.
I learned so much about Dad after he passed, from the condolences of family and friends, the admiration for him, and the sheer emotion and sadness that emanated from them in regards to his affect on them in life. I saw a pain in other's that connected and resonated with my own, I heard them speak of him as a peer, giving me insight to a side of Dad, that I could never have seen without him having to move on and upwards. He was slowly being uncovered to me as the person I never realized I was modeling myself after. I really was becoming my parents, and everything I had attributed in my younger age to them in the vain of being uncool, and naggy, removed its veil to me to uncover a pure, passionate, and unconditional love.
Without a doubt I still hold to the fact that Dad lived his finest days with cancer, relieving himself of all these false pressures we fret about daily, he let it go, he accepted his fate, he accepted it with a smile that was the most sincere I had ever witnessed, he accepted with the ability to see that it was an opportunity to do the one thing he told me on his bed just days before he passed, "the chance to inspire people". I could write this for pages and pages, and it still couldn't do the justice to the admiration I hold for Dad, and while I'm thankful I've realized it, part of me still hurts for the fact that I couldn't have fully realized it while he was still here. But he lives on without a doubt, and he lives on to push me, to guide me, and to let me be his living testimony, and I'll carry that with me for the rest of my life, and won't sacrifice that for anything, ever.
Thanks Dad
Thank you for it all
Thank you for the back to back sleeping
the advice, whether i understood it or not
Thank you for the sports for waiting in the car to pick me up with a patience much greater than my own
for the unwavering support in any pursuit I chased as a child
I couldn't understand the magnitude of your silent but resounding presence
Thank you for the love of food
cause "it's never wasting money if you spend it on food"
the opportunity to share a meal of blessings with those you love the most
an opportunity to provide for the very family you would sacrifice anything for
Thank you for scrubbing my face in the shower
for teaching me to strive to be a person of substance
a person in a position to help those less fortunate
Thank you for the bowl haircuts
Thank you for listening to me that one night on the way to the airport
and making me feel relevant in the family
Thank you for becoming my close friend
Thank you for teaching me what truly was important in life
for it guides me now and the life I now lead
I've got you at my shoulder now
I wish they knew that there's no stopping us now
There's a million more things I could thank you for
but I'll take your advice
instead of talking about it
I'll just put it into action
Can't wait for the world to see what we've got in stored for them
Thanks Dad.
Remix of Asobi Seksu's track "Thursday", enjizoy, P.L.P!
I was brought up by my dad watching a lot of sports, and specific teams. The main sports teams I love in the Bay are: The Warriors, The Niners, The Golden Bears, and The Athletics. I remember details and certain memories from each of these teams at a young age, and makes me think I should write a whole nother post just about that.
But I remember Cal teams as early as 90, 91, with the Sean Dawkins at receiver, and Russell White being the stud out of the backfield. They've been engrained in my fandom, and in recent years, Cal has always been touted as the team that could possibly end USC's domination in the Pac-10, but falters at some point, and lets Nate Longshore (who in my opinion was the man for the way he handled all his criticism), put his William H. Macy "Cooler" type play hit the field. It sounds like a recording of consecutive years past, but I feel like this is the year they do it, and with the opener this Saturday on national tv on espn I can no longer contain my excitement. The reason is: we have the best playmaker in college, the most explosive player in college, and the greatest threat to take it to the house on any given play in college, the Bay's own, Jahvid Best.
Check out his highlight reel, and Cal Bear fan or not, you'll love him, and you'd be excited to watch him play anyday. He also had a quote recently that I think he's actually going to live up to this year, "I think I'm better in the video game than I am in real life, I break tons of tackles in that video game. I have to step up my game to be the video game Jahvid this year."
I LOVE IT!
I bought some old National Geographic Magazines from this used book shop in Burbank a couple weeks ago, and I was flipping through and reading some quotes from the issues and I found one at first that I didn't think much of and didn't seem relevant to myself, but the more I read it and repeated it, the more it gave me some insight into my own thinking and how I need to be even more cognizant of others' unseen pressures, and parts of their story, and their personal history.
The quote was underneath a picture of elk in plains of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. The quote: We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams...as "wild". Only to the white man was nature a "wilderness". -Luther Standing Bear, Ogala Chief.
It's funny cause since I was young and I wasn't raised involved too much with nature or the boyscouts or anything like that I didn't, I had almost a fear of nature when I was younger, that it was wild and that anything could be out there, man eating animals, crazy serial killers, etc. But as I've gotten older I've come to really value the peace of nature, the wonder of it all as a whole and thriving population, the stillness, the lack of preoccupation, the serenity, just seeing life in its most natural uncontrived state of life.
Seeing both sides of a subject and being able to know what it feels like to be on both sides is interesting to me, cause I for one, constantly lose sight of how I use to feel on certain subjects, because of being caught in the current place of my thinking on topics. In a way allowing that to happen creates a definite level of voluntary ignorance, to shut out knowledge of past situations and attitudes that I could at one point in my life identify with.
I need to use that and apply that to my daily life and dealings with people. People are built each uniquely based on their own personal journeys and experiences, and I need to factor those in and be empathetic to those, even if they may not be of my knowledge. I need to work on the fact that just because I don't share the same view on a subject any longer means I should disregard that concept or those who see it that way, and I def need to be more proactive on my end these ends of finding out others' stories, and understanding people's paths, because anything less would be an unfair judgment on my part.
For guys that are already really sick, its crazy to think that The Twelves still sound like they're upping their sound with anything new to me that I hear from them. They are on point pretty much on any remix I listen to of theirs. I need an album from them, or catch them spinning or just more and more tracks for me to enjoy, cause these cats are the shiizzzzz! P.L.P
peep more of his stuff. up and coming. P.L.P
and a little Jay-z Radiohead mashup
first listening to this track on hypem, it felt like reminiscing through a montage of sentimental thoughts in my head with a slight haze of attempting to recollect some patchwork scenes. Then I watched this video and it was exactly like the picture it had painted in my head! ridonk son. P.L.P
I've always pondered about the whole MMA versus Boxing discussion and which is a better form of fighting, or who would kick who's butt. I love boxing and it's something my dad raised us up watching, and I am now even more passionate with Pacman's MJ like revolutionizing of it's importance to Filipinos abroad and even mainstream audiences. But I do believe that MMA is in practical use of fighting and self defense is far more effective than boxing because of it's diverse ways to attack and being able to take things to the ground if need be. Yet with that being said I still don't find it as exhilarating, and as beautiful as the sweet science when it is practiced with perfect rhythm and flow(i.e -Pacman). If you're wondering how MMA fighters would do as boxers, check out Anderson Silva sparring at Wilcard Gym, and by the looks of it this guy is a world class boxer, with his movement, combinations, and footwork.
via - nowboxing.com
August 25 is the date Aaliyah passed and I remember exactly where I was when I heard Aaliyah died, at the 94.9 Summer Comedy Jam at Shoreline Amphitheater. She was one of the few female singers that I was straight in love with. I remember having a real sadness after she passed, and just got the feeling that she was a dope soul. Some videos in tribute of her, crazzzzzy beautiful!
two totally different remixes and completely different than the original, of British rapper, Example's track watch the sun come up.
New flavor from Lyrics Born Feat Lateef the Truthspeaker, the more i listen, the more i dig. P.L.P!
Lyrics Born - "Pushed Aside, Pulled Apart" feat. Lateef The Truthspeaker. from World's Fair on Vimeo.
It's been almost a week and 7 months since Dad passed away, and not ever a day or even a good part of my day ever passes without me thinking about Pops and everything I miss about him, but over time, I have tried my best to turn into a positive motivation for me to step it up and try to reach things I wouldn't have been able to had I not had to go home and for those months and see Pop's live his final but without a doubt finest days.
But talking today with Mom, I still see how no matter how deep my sense of loss it will never ever compare to the lonliness Mom feels on the daily. She really does feel that a piece of her is gone, and she understands the reality of it, and the fact that no matter how much she just wants the piece of mind of having Dad's presence in the other room, or someone to sleep next to she can't.
because of those things I feel guilty. I feel guilty for feeling like I'm striving and feeling everything but lonliness these days, but I know it is something I try to avoid as much as possible, something that I fear now that I feel like will be inevitable and comes with age. But I am blessed to have some of the most supportive and uplifting people around me, that keep me focused on the goals ahead and the solidarity they show in knowing that I can accomplish. Maybe in time I can find the answers or a solution so that she no longer feels her loss with such enormous magnitude. But at times I know that it just might never be, because their love was of the truest and purest kind I've know or been witness to, and I have to find my comfort in the beauty of that fact.
Mr. Omaro aka Omabu.blogspot.com found this site, and this is what I'm talking about right here. I've seen people talk about how much life sucks at the moment and ending it witht the FML, and sometimes I find em funny, and sometimes I feel like that expression has given people a crutch to complain. I know, i know, way to over analyze Ray, but I'm a believer in that your constant thoughts and words that you project will eventually manifest themselves into the actions of your life, it's reinforcement and motivation. So GMH, givesmehope.com is something that after I read for 5 minutes gave me a sense of optimism and an excitement for myself to make more of my day, and I gotta pass it on. ch ch check it! P.L.P
This right here is for the dance boogie bug up inside you, I can just picture myself jumpin up and down at EDC or Hard, feeling the music for sure! Kylie Minogue still is a heater as well!
I'm not necessarily a fan of J-pop, but this MSTRKRFT remix is pretty sick. ch check it. P.L.P
Time has a intriguing article about the music, skate, and graffiti scene in Iran. It talks about how the level of music and ability is comparable to that of the west, but if they're arrested the ending result of their expression could be execution. I wonder if maybe in some way, these high stakes make their even more pure than other artists with complete freedom of speech, where they may pay with their life, yet they produce it completely with those repercussions in mind.
if you wanna read from the site instead of here Time Article: Tehran's Rebels
THIS CAT IS SIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK. Mike Song just got back from Europe and told me to peep Daniel Merriweather, and his track "Change" featuring Wale is the BUSINESS! Just listen and enjoy and be compelled to bob your head, tap your feet, or just break out into dance! And check out "I think I'm in Love" Riduculous, this cat's got so much flavor, and his beats are straight hits! Also a collabo with Adele called, "Water and a Flame".
Please do yourself a favor and look him up, I haven't heard this type keen sense for musicality in a long, long time, as Kyle said, "Your reaction to him is kinda like the first time you heard John Legend". Spot On, P.L.P!
The plot according to Wikipedia -
Aliens made first contact with Earth twenty-eight years prior to the beginning of the film, after which humanity waited for either a hostile attack or for giant advances in technology, though neither came. Instead, the aliens that arrived were refugees, the last survivors of their home world. The creatures were set up in a makeshift home in South Africa's District 9 as the world's nations argued over what to do with them. Patience over the alien situation ran out and control over them was contracted out to Multi-National United (MNU), a private company uninterested in the aliens' welfare. MNU stands to receive tremendous profits if they can make the aliens' advanced weaponry work.
MNU, thus far, has failed in making the alien weaponry work, for activation of the weaponry requires alien DNA. Tension between the aliens and the humans comes to a head when an MNU field operative, Wikus van der Merwe (Sharlto Copley), through playing around with an alien device, contracts a mysterious virus that begins changing his DNA. Wikus quickly becomes the most hunted man in the world, as well as the most valuable, for he is the key to unlocking the secrets of alien technology. Van der Merwe becomes ostracized and friendless and comes to hide in District 9.
While on the run from MNU, Wikus is forced to seek refuge in the run down shack of an alien called Christopher Johnson, the same alien attempting to distill fuel from scavenged space ship parts scattered around District 9. Although initially hostile towards Wikus, Christopher eventually agrees to assist him reverse the transformation. Christopher can undo the mutation if he were able to get Wikus inside the mother ship hovering over Johannesburg. Ironically, to do so requires the contents of the alien device Wikus confiscated and accidentally sprayed himself with earlier in the film.
Wikus manages to steal some alien weaponry and with Christopher's help they launch an assault on MNU and successfully retrieve the fuel sample required to power a shuttle up to the mother ship. Wikus and Christopher return to District 9 and Christopher admits the process involved to cure Wikus could take up to three years to complete. Furious, Wikus knocks Christopher unconscious and powers up the ship himself. The military target Wikus and destroy one of the shuttles engines, causing it to crash land inside District 9. A battle between the military and a local group of thugs begins to rage, both groups wish to control Wikus (the military want to dissect him to gain an understanding of how to use alien technology and the thugs believe if they eat his alien arm they will gain his power). Christopher's son Little CJ gains control of a mechanized battle suit from inside the crashed shuttle and helps free Wikus. Wikus then commandeers the battle suit and defends Christopher as the mother ship uses a tractor beam to lift it on board.
As the shuttle docks with the mother ship, Wikus is shot in the back and the suit ejects him after taking critical damage. Wikus drags himself away from the general following him, but is unavoidably caught. Just before the trigger is pulled, four aliens burst out of the surrounding slums and attack Wikus' attacker, dismembering him.
The film concludes with news broadcasts on the humans view on what happened and an interview with Wikus' wife reveals a small metal rose was left on her doorstep (one of Wikus' trademarks, he strongly believed a gift is worth more if it was made personally). She concludes it couldn't possibly be Wikus, no one has heard from him since he was last seen crawling from the mangled battle suit. An alien is then seen standing in a junk yard inside District 9, fashioning a small metal rose out of scrap metal, implying Wikus' transformation is complete
The fictional District 9 is located in what is actually Katlehong, a township in Johannesburg, South Africa.
