So I totally agree with Drake and whoever that guy is that he says was on BET late nights,(I never saw it) You gotta get your own!
I feel some kinda way about biters, but then don't they say thats the highest form of flattery? Whatever...
Dear Summer, I know you gonna miss me, I know we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees..
But really, I don't own Nike the first, and if you consider a deep v fresh then maybe I guess I could stop getting so pissed about the flattery.
Im looking at the calendar and have to squint my eyes and tilt my head to understand the numbers. Can't believe that summers over. It doesnt even seem like Ive been out of school for three monthes, let alone that Ive been in NY for the summer. I guess I had envisioned this summer more of a vacation than a hustle, and how wrong of me to do so, especially when I know that NY is the hustling capital of the world. Oh well, its over, and all the Pinkberry with David, B&N with Avery, Sneaker shops with Kirt, or Sushi with Julia aint gonna bring those days back. Again Whatever... Fall is here and with it comes the start of my final semester in fashion school, a kick ass internship at Marc, all my fav tv shows, some fly ass Steve Madden Boots that Im scheming on, and the impetus to try a deep burgundy reddish nail polish on my feet AND hands... I don't know... I think it might look nice. More importantly comes that damn nagging feeling that every senior gets when they begin the final semester of their last year of school. The fending off of real world pressure by class after class just feels too good. I complain but in the end I'd take a Russian lady avoiding a compliment and spewing a "generally good" my way anyday over the perils of job hunting. I feel sick thinking about it.
I know, I know, one minute Im asserting my maturity and the next minute Im held up in my spanish hell, going through crackberry withdrawl, avoiding friends, and enjoying my all black wardrobe as it aids in my wallowing. Gimmie about another two weeks and I should be ok.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
If ya don't know, now ya know!
1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
My sister Sandy.
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Yes, its the right thing to do!
3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
Listening, feeling, reading.
4. Do you take compliments well?:
Honestly, no.
5. Are you an active person?:
I live in New York, I have to be.
6. If you were alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
Fo'sho!
7. Do you like to ride horses?:
I'll pass, thanks!
8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
I went to church summer camps when I was little. My niece started one the other day, and when I asked her how it was she said "Jesus is real!"
9. What was your favorite game as a kid?
Barbie's!!!! Me and my sister would build houses for them out of books. We had all the furniture and the cars but my Mom refused to by that expensive ass dream house. We would cut up my Moms fabric and make dresses. Affairs, scandels, death... it was like Desperate Housewives.
10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you get involved with him/her?
Naw, I deserve more!
11. Are you judgmental?
YES, and anyone who says no, is lying!!! Just because you dont say it out loud doesnt mean your not judgmental!
12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?
Yeah
13. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?:
When I was younger I had no problem going up to a guy and saying "I think your cute!" Im too damn grown to be doing that mess now!
14. Use three words to describe yourself:
Clever, inventive, straight forward
15. If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?
Deaf
16. Are you continuing your education?
Yeah, Im a Fashion Freak at Parsons.
17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
Yeah, but dont tell my Mom.
18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?
My phone and my wallet.
19. How often do you read books?
Not as often as I should. Im getting better though.
20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?:
The future! Im not even here right now. Really the daydreaming is a problem!
21. What is your favorite children's book?
When I was little I had a book called "What does a puppy dog say?" and you had to make the sounds for each animal. According to my sisters, I could not get enough of that book!
22. What color are your eyes?
Black.
23. How tall are you?:
5ft 6in
24. Where is your dream house located?
Fort Greene, Brooklyn
25. Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Or Grannies?:
Nunya!
26. Last person you talked to?
My sister Allison.
27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?:
Never
28. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
Olive Garden, I think I was a sophmore in highschool.
29. What are your keys on your key chain for?
My room, my Moms house, Ms. Marilyn(my old car)
30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?:
The dumpster.
31. Where is your current pain at?
Mosquito bite on my leg.
32. Do you like mustard?:
Yup!
33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?:
EAT!!!
34. Do you look like your mom or dad?
My Dad allllll the way!
35. How long does it take you in the shower?:
I am slow as hell, I dont know why, but Ive taken 1hr showers. It's peacful in there.
36. Can you do splits?:
Heck no!
37. What movie do you want to see right now?
I wanna see Sex and The City again. It was good.
38. Do you put lotion on your dog or cats?:
I dont have a pet, and if I did, I would think that is nasty.
39. What did you do for New Year's?
Went to a club.
40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?
OMG, I was shook for a week. Tonia kept calling my phone making that sound. It was really scary.
41. What was the cause of your last accident?:
Never had an accident, thankyou very much!
42. Do you own a camera phone?
Yessir!
43. What are you drinking?:
Nasty ass Manderine Orange Kool Aid... You always get Cherry or Tropical and I pick nasty ass Manderine.
44. Was your mom a cheerleader?:
I dont think there were cheerleaders in Honduras. What would they wear? Cocoanut Bras and Rafia skirts? Or some homemade ass dresses made by my Great Auntie Tasita. LOL...Imma have to ask her!
45. What's the last letter of your middle name?
I AINT GOT NO MIDDLE NAME!!!! (Love you Spring 04!)
46. Who did you vote for on American Idol?
After Fantasia won, I stopped watching.
47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?:
Depends
48.Do you like carebears?
I don't dislike them.
49. What do you buy at the movies?:
Popcorn and Sourpatch kids and water.
50. Do you know how to play poker?
Nope
51. Do you wear your seatbelt?
Of course...Click it or Ticket!
52. What do you wear to sleep?
HMMMMMM You wonder!
53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?
Big usually skips Richmond,Va and heads up North to NOVA/DC/MD
54. How many meals do you eat a day?
1-2
55. Is your tongue pierced?
Squinting eyes and tilting head. No you freakazoid!
56. Do you always read MySpace bulletins?
Not all of them.
58. Do you like funny or serious people better?:
Funny, Im already serious so I need balance.
59. Ever been to LA?
Not yet.
60. Did you eat a cookie today?:
Naw, but I had a Honey Bun... that count?
61. Do you use cuss words in other languages?
Nope
62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads?
STEAL! But dont tell on me, kay!
63. Do you hate chocolate?
That would be selfhatred.
64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?:
My money. My mother always opens my bank statements and calls me fussing about me swiping my debit card 7 times in one day, or me overdrafting again. Keep in mind the fact that she doesnt make any deposits into this account! WTF
65. Is your cell usually on vibrate or ring?:
Vibrate
66. Are you a gullible person?
Depends on who Im listening to. Some people can really get the best of me. Im human!
67. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
Me and my homie have a theory.... MAN or MONEY A woman needs one of the two for balance... not happiness... but balance.
68. If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be?
I would be the Owner and CEO of a boutique style department store chain in NY, LA, DC, ATL, Cape Town and Korea.
69. Are you easy to get along with?
Truthfully, not really. Im a gemini.
70. What is your favorite time of day?
6pm-10pm
My sister Sandy.
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Yes, its the right thing to do!
3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
Listening, feeling, reading.
4. Do you take compliments well?:
Honestly, no.
5. Are you an active person?:
I live in New York, I have to be.
6. If you were alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
Fo'sho!
7. Do you like to ride horses?:
I'll pass, thanks!
8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
I went to church summer camps when I was little. My niece started one the other day, and when I asked her how it was she said "Jesus is real!"
9. What was your favorite game as a kid?
Barbie's!!!! Me and my sister would build houses for them out of books. We had all the furniture and the cars but my Mom refused to by that expensive ass dream house. We would cut up my Moms fabric and make dresses. Affairs, scandels, death... it was like Desperate Housewives.
10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you get involved with him/her?
Naw, I deserve more!
11. Are you judgmental?
YES, and anyone who says no, is lying!!! Just because you dont say it out loud doesnt mean your not judgmental!
12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?
Yeah
13. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?:
When I was younger I had no problem going up to a guy and saying "I think your cute!" Im too damn grown to be doing that mess now!
14. Use three words to describe yourself:
Clever, inventive, straight forward
15. If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?
Deaf
16. Are you continuing your education?
Yeah, Im a Fashion Freak at Parsons.
17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
Yeah, but dont tell my Mom.
18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?
My phone and my wallet.
19. How often do you read books?
Not as often as I should. Im getting better though.
20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?:
The future! Im not even here right now. Really the daydreaming is a problem!
21. What is your favorite children's book?
When I was little I had a book called "What does a puppy dog say?" and you had to make the sounds for each animal. According to my sisters, I could not get enough of that book!
22. What color are your eyes?
Black.
23. How tall are you?:
5ft 6in
24. Where is your dream house located?
Fort Greene, Brooklyn
25. Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Or Grannies?:
Nunya!
26. Last person you talked to?
My sister Allison.
27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?:
Never
28. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
Olive Garden, I think I was a sophmore in highschool.
29. What are your keys on your key chain for?
My room, my Moms house, Ms. Marilyn(my old car)
30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?:
The dumpster.
31. Where is your current pain at?
Mosquito bite on my leg.
32. Do you like mustard?:
Yup!
33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?:
EAT!!!
34. Do you look like your mom or dad?
My Dad allllll the way!
35. How long does it take you in the shower?:
I am slow as hell, I dont know why, but Ive taken 1hr showers. It's peacful in there.
36. Can you do splits?:
Heck no!
37. What movie do you want to see right now?
I wanna see Sex and The City again. It was good.
38. Do you put lotion on your dog or cats?:
I dont have a pet, and if I did, I would think that is nasty.
39. What did you do for New Year's?
Went to a club.
40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?
OMG, I was shook for a week. Tonia kept calling my phone making that sound. It was really scary.
41. What was the cause of your last accident?:
Never had an accident, thankyou very much!
42. Do you own a camera phone?
Yessir!
43. What are you drinking?:
Nasty ass Manderine Orange Kool Aid... You always get Cherry or Tropical and I pick nasty ass Manderine.
44. Was your mom a cheerleader?:
I dont think there were cheerleaders in Honduras. What would they wear? Cocoanut Bras and Rafia skirts? Or some homemade ass dresses made by my Great Auntie Tasita. LOL...Imma have to ask her!
45. What's the last letter of your middle name?
I AINT GOT NO MIDDLE NAME!!!! (Love you Spring 04!)
46. Who did you vote for on American Idol?
After Fantasia won, I stopped watching.
47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?:
Depends
48.Do you like carebears?
I don't dislike them.
49. What do you buy at the movies?:
Popcorn and Sourpatch kids and water.
50. Do you know how to play poker?
Nope
51. Do you wear your seatbelt?
Of course...Click it or Ticket!
52. What do you wear to sleep?
HMMMMMM You wonder!
53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?
Big usually skips Richmond,Va and heads up North to NOVA/DC/MD
54. How many meals do you eat a day?
1-2
55. Is your tongue pierced?
Squinting eyes and tilting head. No you freakazoid!
56. Do you always read MySpace bulletins?
Not all of them.
58. Do you like funny or serious people better?:
Funny, Im already serious so I need balance.
59. Ever been to LA?
Not yet.
60. Did you eat a cookie today?:
Naw, but I had a Honey Bun... that count?
61. Do you use cuss words in other languages?
Nope
62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads?
STEAL! But dont tell on me, kay!
63. Do you hate chocolate?
That would be selfhatred.
64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?:
My money. My mother always opens my bank statements and calls me fussing about me swiping my debit card 7 times in one day, or me overdrafting again. Keep in mind the fact that she doesnt make any deposits into this account! WTF
65. Is your cell usually on vibrate or ring?:
Vibrate
66. Are you a gullible person?
Depends on who Im listening to. Some people can really get the best of me. Im human!
67. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
Me and my homie have a theory.... MAN or MONEY A woman needs one of the two for balance... not happiness... but balance.
68. If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be?
I would be the Owner and CEO of a boutique style department store chain in NY, LA, DC, ATL, Cape Town and Korea.
69. Are you easy to get along with?
Truthfully, not really. Im a gemini.
70. What is your favorite time of day?
6pm-10pm
Saturday, June 14, 2008
PSA: POR LOS MOMMI'S Y LOS PAPPI'S
THE FIRE HYDRANT WAS NOT CREATED SOLEY FOR THE PURPOSE OF SUMMER TIME FUN. IF THERES SHOULD BE A FIRE.... SIMILAR TO THE BURNING MINI VAN THAT WE ALL WITNESSED TODAY.... THE WATER WOULD NEED TO BE USED FOR SUCH PURPOSES.
FYI
-TU NEGRITA RESIDENTE
FYI
-TU NEGRITA RESIDENTE
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Yup!
So I'm so glad to say that summer has been jumping off in an ever so official way. Ive finally settled and Im trying to make my next move, and my best. Ive been thinking about my circles and my goals and how I spend my time and Im pretty satisfied with how I've responded. Ive cut out a huge chunk that had me on pause ( to everysingle person I knows joy! God if someone else responds with a "Finally" im gonna... I dont know)for faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar too long in soooooooooooo many ways , and now Im kinda ready to go on with what I have to do. I had a great weekend with the kiddies, reconnected with my Parsons loves Liza and Avery and saw the fabness that is ERB, JAW, and Sex and the City. I spent the day resting up and keeping my hair wrapped so that I would look half way decent for the nights festivities. After the movie and din, we went over to Level V where I found a cutie and started acting like it was freshman year at Farenheit again. LMAO, all in fun though! When morning came we peaced and went to sleep. I got up talking shit about work, knowing damn well I couldnt skip out on a brunch session. Theres always somethiing to learn from Julee and Erin, the best places to dine, inventive ways of propelling doller bills and the like.
Fun for days!
I got to hang out with Duron and Avery today, and if you've ever been around 1 gay man, you could imagine what 3 would be like! I dont get many words in... more questions but not words. We trapesed down 5th commenting on the windows of Saks(cool), Versace(lame, especially for going with another intern for spring)BG(Fierce!) Fendi(Loved it) etc. like the fashion freaks we are. We set a spell in Central Park discussing the makings of a retail company, that the kid might design for. We'll see how I fit with the others and what we can do. Good times as always and just like my girls, my other girls had lots to teach me, the boogina(get it while you lay in bed awake tonight, but sorry in advance if you have a bad dream about it) how 3 black males had dates but one pretty damn fly ( if I do say so myself) black girl would go home BMS, and the words to a number of Celine Dione songs.
This weekend is Cool Kids with a kid thats equal to Mikey. That should.... should.... should be fun, but we'll see. I'll do my part to keep the bipolar in balance and Im sure the coolest of kids will rock!
After that its the B-Day!!! I had a pretty little icecream party planned at Pink Berry but that got shot down so Im planning to retreat to VA where Im wanted and loved. I just knew that I had more time, but 24 is coming and though it seems strange being officially grown, I claim it and plan to use this year to show it! So watch!
Fun for days!
I got to hang out with Duron and Avery today, and if you've ever been around 1 gay man, you could imagine what 3 would be like! I dont get many words in... more questions but not words. We trapesed down 5th commenting on the windows of Saks(cool), Versace(lame, especially for going with another intern for spring)BG(Fierce!) Fendi(Loved it) etc. like the fashion freaks we are. We set a spell in Central Park discussing the makings of a retail company, that the kid might design for. We'll see how I fit with the others and what we can do. Good times as always and just like my girls, my other girls had lots to teach me, the boogina(get it while you lay in bed awake tonight, but sorry in advance if you have a bad dream about it) how 3 black males had dates but one pretty damn fly ( if I do say so myself) black girl would go home BMS, and the words to a number of Celine Dione songs.
This weekend is Cool Kids with a kid thats equal to Mikey. That should.... should.... should be fun, but we'll see. I'll do my part to keep the bipolar in balance and Im sure the coolest of kids will rock!
After that its the B-Day!!! I had a pretty little icecream party planned at Pink Berry but that got shot down so Im planning to retreat to VA where Im wanted and loved. I just knew that I had more time, but 24 is coming and though it seems strange being officially grown, I claim it and plan to use this year to show it! So watch!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssshhhhhhhh!!!!
Damn... I been through it this past couple of weeks. Between wrapping up finals at school and moving(some big shit)my personal life, and dealing with people who think less of you, I can finally say that Im seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. It's blinding but it feels so good. You know when its cold and your walking and you walk into that little patch of sun that was put there just for you by God... it feels so good on your face and warms you so much.
Aight aight, so I finished my finals and I am proud to say that I have a mere 4 classes left at Parsons The New School for Design. I like where Im at right now in terms of my design asthetic and Im starting to really appreciate my work for what it is. Still finetuning my portfolio but I'll let you check me out in a little bit. The final came out to be a precise hybrid of Doris Day and Beyonce.... don't try to understand it.
I really dont know how I came out of it cause I was running on E for the last three weeks. 3 internships ( TSE,LaRok,Nicole Miller) 5 classes, and 14hours at Bloomindgales I had no time to find a place to live... hence the uncontrolable crying fits... in public none the less!!! I was going mad... didnt wanna go back to VA didnt wanna leave Stuy Town, didnt wanna move to a whole in the wall, didnt want to admit things I knew were obviouse. This doesnt even really deserve press but the long and short of it is that I came out on top. I dont live in the subway and I moved all by my damn self, I passed all my classes, and I have some pretty good options lying ahead, which do deserve press... so ....
1. Today my nephew/godchild was born to my best friend. Now if you know Ms. Broudy, formerly Ms. Engleman, you know she was so primped and so proper that even she didnt see a hubby and a baby in her cards just yet. But if you really knew her you knew that she doesnt waste a minute and after love and marriage, the baby and the baby carrage were not far behind. Im so proud of her and excited to see her in action as a Mommy. Erica being the first of my friends to have a baby Im even more excited because its kinda like me having a baby. Think about it... if your best friend has a baby, who do you think your gonna be hanging with and dealing with??? Mommy and Baby. The great thing about this is that I DIDNT have the baby!!! So I get to hang with the little man but leave him when Im ready to go!!! Im telling you being an Auntie/ GodMommy is the life!!! I have six nieces and nephews and I would go as far as to say that when it comes to the little ones, Im a professional. I know Ive been hesitant in the past but Im not gonna front... I look forward to having children in 15 years. This weekend my sister is bringing the little ones up to see me, and its gonna be so good seeing them. I miss my babies and nothing makes me happier than to hear them say my name or show me the latest thing theyve learned. Yeah children are some sick businees and as simple as they are they are sooo amazing.
I only hope that if and when Im blessed to bless the earth with my offspring that she (or he) makes me proud, cause thats all I ever wanted to do for my parents... make them proud!
Aight aight, so I finished my finals and I am proud to say that I have a mere 4 classes left at Parsons The New School for Design. I like where Im at right now in terms of my design asthetic and Im starting to really appreciate my work for what it is. Still finetuning my portfolio but I'll let you check me out in a little bit. The final came out to be a precise hybrid of Doris Day and Beyonce.... don't try to understand it.
I really dont know how I came out of it cause I was running on E for the last three weeks. 3 internships ( TSE,LaRok,Nicole Miller) 5 classes, and 14hours at Bloomindgales I had no time to find a place to live... hence the uncontrolable crying fits... in public none the less!!! I was going mad... didnt wanna go back to VA didnt wanna leave Stuy Town, didnt wanna move to a whole in the wall, didnt want to admit things I knew were obviouse. This doesnt even really deserve press but the long and short of it is that I came out on top. I dont live in the subway and I moved all by my damn self, I passed all my classes, and I have some pretty good options lying ahead, which do deserve press... so ....
1. Today my nephew/godchild was born to my best friend. Now if you know Ms. Broudy, formerly Ms. Engleman, you know she was so primped and so proper that even she didnt see a hubby and a baby in her cards just yet. But if you really knew her you knew that she doesnt waste a minute and after love and marriage, the baby and the baby carrage were not far behind. Im so proud of her and excited to see her in action as a Mommy. Erica being the first of my friends to have a baby Im even more excited because its kinda like me having a baby. Think about it... if your best friend has a baby, who do you think your gonna be hanging with and dealing with??? Mommy and Baby. The great thing about this is that I DIDNT have the baby!!! So I get to hang with the little man but leave him when Im ready to go!!! Im telling you being an Auntie/ GodMommy is the life!!! I have six nieces and nephews and I would go as far as to say that when it comes to the little ones, Im a professional. I know Ive been hesitant in the past but Im not gonna front... I look forward to having children in 15 years. This weekend my sister is bringing the little ones up to see me, and its gonna be so good seeing them. I miss my babies and nothing makes me happier than to hear them say my name or show me the latest thing theyve learned. Yeah children are some sick businees and as simple as they are they are sooo amazing.
I only hope that if and when Im blessed to bless the earth with my offspring that she (or he) makes me proud, cause thats all I ever wanted to do for my parents... make them proud!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Crisis
I NEED MICRODERMABRASION!!!!
Ive been eating Cheetos and NY Super Fudge Chunk all Winter and now I'm a fat ass and my whole face is one big blemish.
Shit
Ive been eating Cheetos and NY Super Fudge Chunk all Winter and now I'm a fat ass and my whole face is one big blemish.
Shit
Sexy Can I ?....Why yes you can!!!
So I'm just gonna skip over the last two months like nothing happened ok? Ok!
I'm so excited for spring to be here that I really cant contain myself. The count down is on and I will be done with school in apx. 4 weeks! It will be hell to get through for the next four but I'm up for it! My internships will be over, and the only things I will have to do is focus on cranking out some fly ass finals and peaceing.
I keep hemming and hawing about the summer but I feel torn. A part of me really wants to be in
NY for the summer, but coming home for spring break and seeing all the people I love has me feeling some kind of way. NY has the heat, the concerts, the block parties and the fun, everyones out, theres always something to do, and something/someone to see! In VA, all my friends are there, Fridays at Sunset, Martini Kitchen(my fav little spot, I miss those shrimp) Erica's having my God Baby, My Babies(Efe, Elohor, Ibori) which are growing up so fast, and all my other little favorite hang out spots. I just want to have a good time this summer, a little sun, a couple of drinks, good music, maybe some summer love, in white skinny jeans and cute sandals. I sat with my roommate a couple of days ago and we talked about how we could taste summer, but we didn't know what flavor it was. My summer is so up in the air that I don't know what the heck I will be doing. I need to be stacking, but to have the summer I want its gonna cost. Everybody knows I love NY but its a working city and I really need to vacay. VA was so clean and calm and relaxed when I went. The people were all smiling and shiny and new (lol) and I was like OK Richmond, I see you. But if I go back to VA I wont even be in Richmond, I'll be in NOVA and I haven't lived there since high school and I'm not sure whats there for me. My family yes, which needs me right now, and thats important but Ive gotta make sure that I'm some good to them. Whatever summers about its gotta be precise because when August hits, its on. I have 4 more classes and I'm done with this fashion journey. I'm not sure whats at the end of that path, but I'm so glad I chose it. To finish is gonna be surreal and when I think about this coming December, theres gonna be lots of stuff going on for this girl. I just need to make it through this summer,finish out 2008 and pop 09 off. Yeah I'm done with this year, 4 months in and I'm done already. Maybe I wont even plan, I'll just go through the motions and let the days past and before I know it, it will be December and I'll need to pick out Christmas cards. I keep saying I wanna line my envelopes and maybe I'll get around to that this year, yeah, Christmas, its only 8 month's away. That's nothing!
Word.... Happy Holidays Y'all!
I'm so excited for spring to be here that I really cant contain myself. The count down is on and I will be done with school in apx. 4 weeks! It will be hell to get through for the next four but I'm up for it! My internships will be over, and the only things I will have to do is focus on cranking out some fly ass finals and peaceing.
I keep hemming and hawing about the summer but I feel torn. A part of me really wants to be in
NY for the summer, but coming home for spring break and seeing all the people I love has me feeling some kind of way. NY has the heat, the concerts, the block parties and the fun, everyones out, theres always something to do, and something/someone to see! In VA, all my friends are there, Fridays at Sunset, Martini Kitchen(my fav little spot, I miss those shrimp) Erica's having my God Baby, My Babies(Efe, Elohor, Ibori) which are growing up so fast, and all my other little favorite hang out spots. I just want to have a good time this summer, a little sun, a couple of drinks, good music, maybe some summer love, in white skinny jeans and cute sandals. I sat with my roommate a couple of days ago and we talked about how we could taste summer, but we didn't know what flavor it was. My summer is so up in the air that I don't know what the heck I will be doing. I need to be stacking, but to have the summer I want its gonna cost. Everybody knows I love NY but its a working city and I really need to vacay. VA was so clean and calm and relaxed when I went. The people were all smiling and shiny and new (lol) and I was like OK Richmond, I see you. But if I go back to VA I wont even be in Richmond, I'll be in NOVA and I haven't lived there since high school and I'm not sure whats there for me. My family yes, which needs me right now, and thats important but Ive gotta make sure that I'm some good to them. Whatever summers about its gotta be precise because when August hits, its on. I have 4 more classes and I'm done with this fashion journey. I'm not sure whats at the end of that path, but I'm so glad I chose it. To finish is gonna be surreal and when I think about this coming December, theres gonna be lots of stuff going on for this girl. I just need to make it through this summer,finish out 2008 and pop 09 off. Yeah I'm done with this year, 4 months in and I'm done already. Maybe I wont even plan, I'll just go through the motions and let the days past and before I know it, it will be December and I'll need to pick out Christmas cards. I keep saying I wanna line my envelopes and maybe I'll get around to that this year, yeah, Christmas, its only 8 month's away. That's nothing!
Word.... Happy Holidays Y'all!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Perspective: Paradigm Shift
1. Henry Louis Gates Jr. and Marc Jacobs Inspire me to do better
2. My Homie Tone
3. Class now is in session
4. Let me tell you what I ain't.
1. I was invited to the Schomburg to hear Henry Louis Gates Jr. speak about the African American National Biography that he edited. This 8 volume collection is a semblence of biographies of variouse African Americans. I sat there and learned things I didnt know about Black history. Now I'll never run around and say that Im one of those black people that know my history, (sad but the truth) but I was surprised at some of the stuff I heard that day. The volumes are written by many different people and will be added onto from its current 4000 entries as it is transfered to the internet for everyone to have access to. He had us laughing as he talked about the different entries, and made his own excitement about the project touch you. Its said to be the most extensive collecion of African American biograpies, and for a mere $800 every home, office, and class should have a copy.
2. My Homie Tone
3. Class now is in session
4. Let me tell you what I ain't.
1. I was invited to the Schomburg to hear Henry Louis Gates Jr. speak about the African American National Biography that he edited. This 8 volume collection is a semblence of biographies of variouse African Americans. I sat there and learned things I didnt know about Black history. Now I'll never run around and say that Im one of those black people that know my history, (sad but the truth) but I was surprised at some of the stuff I heard that day. The volumes are written by many different people and will be added onto from its current 4000 entries as it is transfered to the internet for everyone to have access to. He had us laughing as he talked about the different entries, and made his own excitement about the project touch you. Its said to be the most extensive collecion of African American biograpies, and for a mere $800 every home, office, and class should have a copy.
Or we could wait until the online version comes out.
Me, personally, I might have to wait.
We got to join him for dinner afterwards and that was the cherry on top. He was funny and theatrical and amazing all at the same time. I know people have reservations about his ideals and such but above all you have to respect this man for his wealth of knowledge. We got to this little Moroccan place and hes like "I hope y'all got some hot sauce." The coolest historian you will ever meet, Im sure of it! When we left he shook our hands and said "Nice to have met you, I always enjoy meeting new Negros" Gotta love it!
So I got to go to the Marc By Marc show room for a presentation of the spring collection for Bloomingdales. Now I previously wasnt really with Marc Jacobs and wondered why all the little Asian kids at school would swoon over his stuff. I swear we would sit in classes on the first day and go around and mention our fav designers. Between Marc Jacobs and Alexander McQueen you would think that no one else existed. This show however converted me. I mean beautiful candy colors for the spring, jewel tones and yall know I love color. The collection was actually HOT! I have my eye on these two bags and when they come in I think I need to make one of them mine! LAAAAAAAAAALLAAAAAAAALLALAL Wait till I get my money right!
I love the camel color its so lush, and the shapes are relaxed with the long hanging strap but sophisticated with the short one! If anyone wants to give me a gift, they should feel more than free to !
So in one week I found so much inspiartion, that I didnt know what to do with myself. I wanted to rip out my croquise book and start sketching collection after collection. I was really moved by the lecture and wanted to learn more and more about these people that are sometimes forgotten because they arent your typical history makers, but where none the less the first to do a number of great things for black people. Cool.
2. So my homie Tonia finally came to NY to visit, and as expected she loved it. She got in on Friday night and Sat we chilled and visited the fab Julee Wilson. Julee and Sabon are stops on my visit me in NY tour and are always crowd pleasers. Call Tonia and she will explain to you the sickness that is Sabon and soft skin. Tonia got toys from Julee and I was a little jelous cause I don't have the necessary humans with the nessecary members to get the same toys. It's all good though, its all good! Jen was there and she is a show alone! Shes growing so much and everytime I see Jen I am more and more impressed with her. Im so amazed that she is in LA doing her damn thing. Thats some big shit!! to me!
So we went to Melbas for din din and it was delisciouse, Julee always knows where to get the best of the best. Sunday we chilled and for old times sake I did Tonia's hair. Some how I always end up doing LaTonia's hair some kind of way. Freshman year I was curling it. Sophmore year I was giving her some kind of braids . Junior year it was a twist set and senior year it was all about the gel twist. Now two years out of school Im straightening her hair.
Aint she pretty!
It came out FAB which was our goal since we would be going to see Fertile Ground and Eric Roberson later that night. We had dinner with a friend at this little Jamaican place called Brawta in Brooklyn. The food was decent but it has been better. Strangest night of my life until the concert. They say alot about me or maybe they don't, but you already know what I ain't.
Fertile ground killed the show, and had me in tears, Eric Roberson was on some love shit that I enjoyed (well really not really). Sometimes love songs get on my damn nerves, it gets to be too much of the same thing over and over. How many times can you say that you love someone or that your impressed with them or that your are attracted to them. Theres got to be balance in your music, you know. How about some, Nigga you aint shit songs, LOL... just kidding. He performed Pretty Girl and I was satisfied with that and could have gone home happy. It was cold as hell but we braved it and had an awesome weekend. Between giving her the marathon tour of NY, Harlem, Brooklyn, Midtown she was happy except for when we came home and she started talkin some shit about her legs being green. Yall know Tonia's a hypocondriac(LOL) and waking me up at damn 8 in the morning on that teacher bull. Erica does that same shit, call me at 9 am. My clock doesnt have an hour before 11, Note to Bitches! DONT CALL ME BEFORE 11, shit!
3. So school is back in session and I have to say that I marched down 14th with some apprehension. I was so shook from the the previouse semester that I wasnt sure I was up to going back. I started yesterday with three classes and they were actually cool. Im excited about the projects and look forward to what the rest of the semester has to offer. I need to find an internship since Versace fell through, then I'll be good and I can start focusing on what Im gonna do for the summer. So much to think about but Im glad to be busy. It's the best way to be.
4. So in the last week while I've been inspired I've also had some heart to hearts with a few people and learned some interesting things about myself. There are but a few things you could do to send me into a rage, insult my intelligence, or not listen to me. Im not the smartest by far and I try very hard to remember that, but when you try to play me for the fool, it really ticks me off and I can become quit the tyrant. I will afford you no leway and above all else I will make you feel like shit. Apparently I bit someones head off this weekend,(thats what Tonia said) but I feel like it was deserved for various reasons. This brings me to my second point of rage. If I tell you how I feel over and over and over , tell you my POV over and over and over don't grab your chest when I hurt your feelings. I'm known as a bit of a bitch, mean girl, whatever, but Im really on this thing of being upfront and truthful with people. Now that doesnt mean I throw tack and discretion to the wind and fly off the handle, but if I have a question Im gonna ask, and If what your saying doesnt make sense to me, Im gonna ask for clarification.
We had this conversation at dinner the Henry Louis Gates Jr. We were discussing how men and women communicate and were using the example of a friend that went on a date with a guy and wasnt really feeling it. As she watched him leave her house she saw him jumping up and down in the parking lot as if he just won an olympic medal. One of these kids is doing their own thing. How on earth could he walk away thinking that he had really had a great meeting with her and she walk away feeling like she would never do it again. We decided that men and women communicate differently and because of that there is often a lag. Carry, Mr. Gates friend mentioned that somtimes women have to break things down to apples and oranges and thruthfully this dosnt only apply to men and women. You ever had a conversation with someone and mid way they ask you what the hell you ment by some shit you said 15 sentances ago. I hate when people give you the "uh huh" when they dont know what the hell your talking about. Gates said, to ask for clarification is to make oneself vulnerable. I agree, vulnerable is the last feeling people want to have when they already find themselves in a state of bewilderment. Asking the question seems so simple, but most people wouldnt do it. I've only learned to do so recently, as a result of me learning that you look even more stupid when your ignorance is exposed...and it always gets exposed at some point or another.
Fertile ground killed the show, and had me in tears, Eric Roberson was on some love shit that I enjoyed (well really not really). Sometimes love songs get on my damn nerves, it gets to be too much of the same thing over and over. How many times can you say that you love someone or that your impressed with them or that your are attracted to them. Theres got to be balance in your music, you know. How about some, Nigga you aint shit songs, LOL... just kidding. He performed Pretty Girl and I was satisfied with that and could have gone home happy. It was cold as hell but we braved it and had an awesome weekend. Between giving her the marathon tour of NY, Harlem, Brooklyn, Midtown she was happy except for when we came home and she started talkin some shit about her legs being green. Yall know Tonia's a hypocondriac(LOL) and waking me up at damn 8 in the morning on that teacher bull. Erica does that same shit, call me at 9 am. My clock doesnt have an hour before 11, Note to Bitches! DONT CALL ME BEFORE 11, shit!
3. So school is back in session and I have to say that I marched down 14th with some apprehension. I was so shook from the the previouse semester that I wasnt sure I was up to going back. I started yesterday with three classes and they were actually cool. Im excited about the projects and look forward to what the rest of the semester has to offer. I need to find an internship since Versace fell through, then I'll be good and I can start focusing on what Im gonna do for the summer. So much to think about but Im glad to be busy. It's the best way to be.
4. So in the last week while I've been inspired I've also had some heart to hearts with a few people and learned some interesting things about myself. There are but a few things you could do to send me into a rage, insult my intelligence, or not listen to me. Im not the smartest by far and I try very hard to remember that, but when you try to play me for the fool, it really ticks me off and I can become quit the tyrant. I will afford you no leway and above all else I will make you feel like shit. Apparently I bit someones head off this weekend,(thats what Tonia said) but I feel like it was deserved for various reasons. This brings me to my second point of rage. If I tell you how I feel over and over and over , tell you my POV over and over and over don't grab your chest when I hurt your feelings. I'm known as a bit of a bitch, mean girl, whatever, but Im really on this thing of being upfront and truthful with people. Now that doesnt mean I throw tack and discretion to the wind and fly off the handle, but if I have a question Im gonna ask, and If what your saying doesnt make sense to me, Im gonna ask for clarification.
We had this conversation at dinner the Henry Louis Gates Jr. We were discussing how men and women communicate and were using the example of a friend that went on a date with a guy and wasnt really feeling it. As she watched him leave her house she saw him jumping up and down in the parking lot as if he just won an olympic medal. One of these kids is doing their own thing. How on earth could he walk away thinking that he had really had a great meeting with her and she walk away feeling like she would never do it again. We decided that men and women communicate differently and because of that there is often a lag. Carry, Mr. Gates friend mentioned that somtimes women have to break things down to apples and oranges and thruthfully this dosnt only apply to men and women. You ever had a conversation with someone and mid way they ask you what the hell you ment by some shit you said 15 sentances ago. I hate when people give you the "uh huh" when they dont know what the hell your talking about. Gates said, to ask for clarification is to make oneself vulnerable. I agree, vulnerable is the last feeling people want to have when they already find themselves in a state of bewilderment. Asking the question seems so simple, but most people wouldnt do it. I've only learned to do so recently, as a result of me learning that you look even more stupid when your ignorance is exposed...and it always gets exposed at some point or another.
So back to me having my hat handed to me. It wasnt really handed to me, but I thought I had my wits about me and was choosing my words so very carfully. I like to keep in mind the power of words and try very hard not to use them wrecklessly. So Im reflecting and Im wondering if I was not clear. Though everyone will not see things from your perspective, if you explain your POV, then shouldnt they at the very least see where your coming from???? Anyway, it got me down, I started to feel bad about myself. I talked with another friend about it and she had this to say. She said that she's werry of people who try to give me the attitude adjustment speech because shes privy to alot more about my life and what I've been through then most people are. I agreed that my life has something to do with it, but I don't want to be that girl thats running around hiding behind past transgressions in the name of " thats why I am who I am" it matters but after a certain point you have to give up the ghost. She said" You work too hard to not be proud of who you are and what you've done with your life" which is also true. So, as much as I and everyone else wants to be accomodating to people and deal situationally with people you can't compromise yourself for their inability to do their own speaking up. I might come of out left field with some of my questions or approach but its nothing that your not thinking.
"Secretly though I know you admire that
Say Hello
You wish you had the balls to fire back."
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Note To Bitches: Say Hello
Say hello To the bad guy
They say i'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom, but now i'm mad fly
They say i'm a menace That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me Let me yell ya what i ain't
They say i'm a bad guy Say Hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom But now i'm mad fly
They say i'm a menace That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me Let me tell ya what i ain't
They say a lot about me Let me tell you what i ain't
I ain't playing, Life's short, so i aimed
I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
Its twice as hard to get a job that's paying
So i ain't payin' attention to what you saying
Rain-drops keep falling on my brain
Constant in the drop, all flames
I'm so hot even if the weather change
I don't have no top, i'm insane
Remember darkskinned Jermaine?
Swayed in the rain, im sorta kinda the same
Except i'm no lame and you gonna know my name
Before i go to work and feel my pain
Saying, i'm a bad guy, why's that?
Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, i react
Secretly though, i know you admire that
You wish you had the balls to fire back-- Say hello, uh, uh, hello, uh.
You wish you had the balls to fire back
They say i'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom, but now i'm mad fly
They say i'm a menace That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me Let me yell ya what i ain't
They say i'm a bad guy Say Hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom But now i'm mad fly
They say i'm a menace That's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me Let me tell ya what i ain't
They say a lot about me Let me tell you what i ain't
I ain't playing, Life's short, so i aimed
I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
Its twice as hard to get a job that's paying
So i ain't payin' attention to what you saying
Rain-drops keep falling on my brain
Constant in the drop, all flames
I'm so hot even if the weather change
I don't have no top, i'm insane
Remember darkskinned Jermaine?
Swayed in the rain, im sorta kinda the same
Except i'm no lame and you gonna know my name
Before i go to work and feel my pain
Saying, i'm a bad guy, why's that?
Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, i react
Secretly though, i know you admire that
You wish you had the balls to fire back-- Say hello, uh, uh, hello, uh.
You wish you had the balls to fire back
Monday, January 07, 2008
Slow it down so I can spead it up (Pay close attention)
Table Of Contents
1. Parsons The New School For Design
2. Christmas
3.New Years
4. Resolutions
1.So you ever notices that I have yet to announce via Beautifully Deep that I am in Fashion School. To tell the truth I just realized that shit my self. I swear I finished my draping final(a DVF/Norma Kamali Hybrid that got shot down and evolved into something a little more Calvin Kelin-esk) and literally looked around and was like "Oh wow, Im a fashion student!" The reason is a combination of the fact that many dont make it, and me just being severly jaded. Im not in LALA land, on cloud 9 or any of that, it just took me the whole entire semester to get acquainted with the city, the school and most importantly myself. I looked up 12 days into vacay and realized that I have to go back to school in just a few short weeks. Im not ready. People sleep on fashion but I suggest they watch that scene from The Devil Wears Prada because she so eloquently and brutally(the latter being my favorite.....yall know me) explains what fashion is. Its largely the result of experience but definalty the result of training.
Its far more than magazines and shopping, its colors and patterns, and research and exposure and over exposure, and pushing and pushing and pushing and when your at the edge of the cliff, you have to jump the fuck off.....and maybe mid plumit, you might strike upon something otherwise your headed for the bottom, hard. Then you get back up and run the race all over again. I definately cried alot more than I normally do during this semester and all nighters turn into doubles(48 hour strectches) all so you can show up to class and get a "Generally good.....but do again" We all know fashion is not forgiving. Yeah people sleep, cause the work load and intensity is above and beyond on some law/med school type shit.
But alas I have completed my first semester and at the end I have created garments that I am truely proud of. Im official with that fashion shit. I will jump off the bridge and say that. Ask me, I know a lil bit and though my stlye might not be for you....thats still cool cause by design...it aint for everybody.
2. Christmas was good but not what I wanted. Yall know Im a Christmas Freak and If it were up to me I would have had the place decked out with trees and wreaths and shit but given the high cost of fabric and notions I had to scale it down, to damn near non esistance. Plus yall know Christmas just aint christmas without the one you love,(Mazoltov Bitches...I know some of yall dont want to hear that). I kept it gangsta and stayed focues on school until it was over which was just a few days before the holiday anyway. Dipped south for a brief second, very brief (sorry I didnt get to see many of you but I will be back in VA soon) and came back to work in NY(Yall know I got that Jamaican work virus...gotta keep a job and an hour is not just an hour its a billable hour...somebodys got to pay!)
3. New Years was cool, last minute but cool none the less. I chilled with some quietly amazing people and had a good time just toasting the New Year. Sorry no pictures, but yall know how I dispise pictures from the club where your hair is all fucked up and you look like you decided to jog a few miles then hit up the party spot. I hope a few of you made resloutions to put a stop that shit, cause you dont look cool! NOTE TO BITCHES!
4. I thought of making resloutions this year but was ever so frankly reminded that a day will not change my wayward mind and heart. So no resolutions even though at 10:30 12/31/07 I just knew that nothing would get in the way of me being at work at 12:50 the following day! Needless to say I was late, not even my normal infraction of 30 min, but severly....try an hour and a half. (stop shaking your head).
I started thinking about it. I was once told that I was in love with ideas, which is entirely true. I just took a cue from cupid but now I KNOW it was stupid....Im not sorry though!
1. Parsons The New School For Design
2. Christmas
3.New Years
4. Resolutions
1.So you ever notices that I have yet to announce via Beautifully Deep that I am in Fashion School. To tell the truth I just realized that shit my self. I swear I finished my draping final(a DVF/Norma Kamali Hybrid that got shot down and evolved into something a little more Calvin Kelin-esk) and literally looked around and was like "Oh wow, Im a fashion student!" The reason is a combination of the fact that many dont make it, and me just being severly jaded. Im not in LALA land, on cloud 9 or any of that, it just took me the whole entire semester to get acquainted with the city, the school and most importantly myself. I looked up 12 days into vacay and realized that I have to go back to school in just a few short weeks. Im not ready. People sleep on fashion but I suggest they watch that scene from The Devil Wears Prada because she so eloquently and brutally(the latter being my favorite.....yall know me) explains what fashion is. Its largely the result of experience but definalty the result of training.
Its far more than magazines and shopping, its colors and patterns, and research and exposure and over exposure, and pushing and pushing and pushing and when your at the edge of the cliff, you have to jump the fuck off.....and maybe mid plumit, you might strike upon something otherwise your headed for the bottom, hard. Then you get back up and run the race all over again. I definately cried alot more than I normally do during this semester and all nighters turn into doubles(48 hour strectches) all so you can show up to class and get a "Generally good.....but do again" We all know fashion is not forgiving. Yeah people sleep, cause the work load and intensity is above and beyond on some law/med school type shit.
But alas I have completed my first semester and at the end I have created garments that I am truely proud of. Im official with that fashion shit. I will jump off the bridge and say that. Ask me, I know a lil bit and though my stlye might not be for you....thats still cool cause by design...it aint for everybody.
2. Christmas was good but not what I wanted. Yall know Im a Christmas Freak and If it were up to me I would have had the place decked out with trees and wreaths and shit but given the high cost of fabric and notions I had to scale it down, to damn near non esistance. Plus yall know Christmas just aint christmas without the one you love,(Mazoltov Bitches...I know some of yall dont want to hear that). I kept it gangsta and stayed focues on school until it was over which was just a few days before the holiday anyway. Dipped south for a brief second, very brief (sorry I didnt get to see many of you but I will be back in VA soon) and came back to work in NY(Yall know I got that Jamaican work virus...gotta keep a job and an hour is not just an hour its a billable hour...somebodys got to pay!)
3. New Years was cool, last minute but cool none the less. I chilled with some quietly amazing people and had a good time just toasting the New Year. Sorry no pictures, but yall know how I dispise pictures from the club where your hair is all fucked up and you look like you decided to jog a few miles then hit up the party spot. I hope a few of you made resloutions to put a stop that shit, cause you dont look cool! NOTE TO BITCHES!
4. I thought of making resloutions this year but was ever so frankly reminded that a day will not change my wayward mind and heart. So no resolutions even though at 10:30 12/31/07 I just knew that nothing would get in the way of me being at work at 12:50 the following day! Needless to say I was late, not even my normal infraction of 30 min, but severly....try an hour and a half. (stop shaking your head).
I started thinking about it. I was once told that I was in love with ideas, which is entirely true. I just took a cue from cupid but now I KNOW it was stupid....Im not sorry though!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Tom Ford, Micheal Kors and Peace on Earth: My Christmas List
MY CHRISTMAS LIST!!!!!! 
1. Carols Daughter Shea Souffle- Love this stuff, great for the winter and beautifully scented. The set lets you sample a little of the three best scents Groove, Almond Cookie, and Mango Melange. $32 at Sephora
2. Ive always loved the way these soaps looked and these three dressed up in gold foiled paper get me going even more! Cute just to decorate with and even better for actual use. $ 42 at Sephora
3. NARS Lip Lacquer feels moisturizing and not just sticky and excessivly shiney. I have a purpleish color that looks sick on me, I thik Im ready for the brown though. $
4. I love Joe Malone, his products seem so rich and smell sooo good. Ive only tried the lip conditioner, and though everything smells great Im not that much of a product diva to venture that way. The candles however will do just fine.
$45 at Bloomingdales.
5. I frequent B&N far too often, its MY Barnies! I should probably get a membership so I can get a discount on all the wonderful note books and maggies that I must buy everymonth. Get a subcription, you say? I just feel like theyre more official 
from B&N $25 at Barnes and Noble 6. So I've recently fallen in love with Michael Kors. He used to annoy me with his behavior on Project Runway( Avery does a hilariouse immitation..."It's too matrionly") plus his clothes would always get returned at Macy's because theyre so cheaply made. This watch is sick and on my arm is the freakin plague. $180 at Bloomingdales
The resine or the brown leather, you decide!
7. I absolutely LOVE this ABS Dress. The rosettes are adorable and in silk or velvet its the shit. The velvet is holiday but the silk is year round(nude fishnets and cute hot pink shoes....dammit) $320 at edressme.com or Bloomingdales.
8. Now dont laugh but I really want these pills so my hair can grow. Theyre supposed to make your hair and nails grow and who could'nt use more hair??? Tell the truth?
$50 at Sephora
9. Sabon- Damn, this shit right here. THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE! THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE! There are really words, well, on your part there arent. His words will be something along the effects of "Damn baby your skin is so soft!" Trust me! My girl Sarah put me on, and though Ive been using scrubs for years this stuff will take the above to the umph degree! $16-$38 at Sabon.
10. Grace put me on to Fauchon, and with the packaging being adorable I was hooked before I tasted anything. Some really good Madelines, great with Cocoa!
$17 at Fauchon
11. Another one. This one is so beautiful though, silver burn out flowers, draped back so when you walk it kinda blows in the wind. I need it. I NEED IT! $418 ish at Bloomingdales
11. Another one. This one is so beautiful though, silver burn out flowers, draped back so when you walk it kinda blows in the wind. I need it. I NEED IT! $418 ish at Bloomingdales
12. This is another great candle. I really love candles they relax me! This one comes is some really amazing scents and don't hurt the pockets as much as Joe's. $18 at Anthropologie
13. Yall know I cant get enough of these chocolates. I just went through a pack about a week ago. Its the hazelnuts. Sooooo good! $20 at most grocers( I want the big one.. to last me a few days(hours))
14. Its about time I retire my green bag and step it up. I deserve a nice bag like this Betsey Johnson bag. Love the faceted buttons, like the Marc by Marc Jacobs coat I want(letting yall off the hook on that $548 baby!) $ at Bloomindales
15. I think these boots are so cute, far cuter than UGGS but with the same purpose. $248 at Nordstrom.com
16. Ive wanted these boots since summer and I have tried on about 4 pair in hopes that my big ass man calfs will one day magically fit into them. But alas I am a freak and have been cast down to only wear booties. Is it tacky if I dont zip them up all the way? Nobodys gonna be all up in the inside of my calf right?$225 at Nordstrom.
17.If you've smelled it you understand, no explaination necessary! The sexiest fragrance beside Prada. This is for grown folks almost on some No. 5 shit, but not so 50 years old!
13. Yall know I cant get enough of these chocolates. I just went through a pack about a week ago. Its the hazelnuts. Sooooo good! $20 at most grocers( I want the big one.. to last me a few days(hours))
14. Its about time I retire my green bag and step it up. I deserve a nice bag like this Betsey Johnson bag. Love the faceted buttons, like the Marc by Marc Jacobs coat I want(letting yall off the hook on that $548 baby!) $ at Bloomindales
15. I think these boots are so cute, far cuter than UGGS but with the same purpose. $248 at Nordstrom.com
16. Ive wanted these boots since summer and I have tried on about 4 pair in hopes that my big ass man calfs will one day magically fit into them. But alas I am a freak and have been cast down to only wear booties. Is it tacky if I dont zip them up all the way? Nobodys gonna be all up in the inside of my calf right?$225 at Nordstrom.
17.If you've smelled it you understand, no explaination necessary! The sexiest fragrance beside Prada. This is for grown folks almost on some No. 5 shit, but not so 50 years old!
$65 for the 1.7 at Bloomingdales
18. I know thats like four, perfumes on my list but I collect and I need to catch up. Narciso Rodriquez- Perfect everyday scent. Ive fallen off my perfume game, I love this one its just what I need to get right for the new year!
$62 at Bloomingdales
See that wasnt that bad, not that much stuff right. If I think of anything else I will revise. Thanks in advance!
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soooooooo its almost Christmas, I'm making a list and checking it twice!!!
I know Santa's supposed to do that but it cant hurt to both make and check!!!
Stay posted! I figured it would be easier for you all to have one list at your easy convenience for referencing so I didn't end up with more than one of the same Nicole Miller dress!
And just so you all know, I totally appreciate you all skipping that student loan payment to get my Christmas gift!
Remember what goes around comes around!!!
Merry Christmas!
I know Santa's supposed to do that but it cant hurt to both make and check!!!
Stay posted! I figured it would be easier for you all to have one list at your easy convenience for referencing so I didn't end up with more than one of the same Nicole Miller dress!
And just so you all know, I totally appreciate you all skipping that student loan payment to get my Christmas gift!
Remember what goes around comes around!!!
Merry Christmas!
The folks you meet on a NY street.
So, I know NY is different from Richmond. Different in a number of ways.
-There are bags for your drinks at the fast food places
-Every store has two floors (The Grocery Store, Forever 21, Arden B, Every store!)
-People talk on their phones while their at work, dealing with customers(like Walgreen's)
-NY people say "On Line" when they mean "In line"
-You buy your live Christmas tree on the street, right across from the Duane Reid and the local chicken/burger spot
-The bus doesn't take dollar bills
-You ride the bus
I could go on for days but the most interesting and different part about NY is the things that NY people feel so comfortable with saying and sharing with you.
Two examples....
Example 1.
So, apparently dark skinned women are a commodity in NY. I see them everywhere but for whatever reason, the men in NY loose their minds.... really. Ive been called everything in the book for my complexion..."bottle of a boot", black, smokey the bear, midnight, spook, and I'm not even really that dark. Ive grown to love it and apparently some residents of NY do to. My roommate Kim makes fun of me because I often get called "Chocolate" by men(some homeless, some dusty). They make a point to pipe up in their loudest voice to proclaim that I have "beautiful skin, hair, legs (the legs confuse me...i think they just talkin shit)" Now normally all this is great because a VA dude just doesn't have the balls, but there's always one to spoil it for the bunch.
I'm walking around 5th ave near 17th, checking out the holiday sets and just having some me time when I walk past this guy that yells at me
"Take your chocolate ass home!"
now... I'm of course startled and confused and scared and cant decide if I need to run or give him a "fuck you muthafucka" look and keep it gangsta. I however choose to just look confused. He proceeds
" I like em' dark... umph.... The blacker the berry, the sweeter the pussy!"
He prompts
"right?...... Right???"
I run.
Example 2.
I'm at Starbucks after a usually wack ass day at Bloomingdale's. I love working at the SOHO store because I see lots of characters on the way to and from work. There are the black folks who have chosen to revive the regalia of the 80's including HUGE doorknocker earrings, bright colors, and yes, even stone washed jeans, the kinda hippie Anthropologie/LL Bean/Salvation Army(cant believe I just named that like its a brand) folks and the rude ass spatially challenged tourist laden with shopping bags, talkin loud as hell, and looking at the sky or either end of Broadway trying to find their way out. So I'm at Starbucks and the barista proceeds to take my order and while I am clearly at the register this women walks up to my barista while talking on the phone. Shes talking so loud I cant really remember what the hell I was ordering but I finally get it out and proceed to pay. My barista ask my name and I reply.
"Brown"
The lady has finished her conversation at this point and turns to me (because she doesn't understand that you should stand behind me not beside me, because its my damn turn)
"Really, your name is Brown?"
I respond casually and kinda not interested "Yeah"
She checks once more "Brown?"
My barista cant hear me...because of loud hoe...and I confirm the name "Brown, Like the color" to both of them.
Rude Hoe responds " That's perfect!"
Me really just interested in getting some spiced cider, keeps it moving " Its a really common name, I'm surprised you've never heard of it."
My barista roles his eyes ( and hes not the eye rolling type) and says, "yeah really common!" kinda angry like.
I proceed to the end of the bar to pick up my cider( with the caramel and whip cream...so good!) and barista 2 gives me this half laugh/half shaking head look and not until then do I realize why my last name is sooooooo perfect!
Now considering this hoe is clearly crazy to say some out the way shit like that 1. aloud and 2. to an even crazier hoe like myself, I decide that tonight is not lecture night, tonight is not educate the masses night and of all nights that it is not, its not show her ass why my name is so perfect because I'm bout to be just as "brown" as your stereotype of "brown" people is!
I run
this time from ignorance, or both times from ignorance, the second being just a little more sad. I know I can say some out the way shit, hell, I say it right here on this blog, but that was some serious socially offensive behavior...... or just so New York type shit.
-There are bags for your drinks at the fast food places
-Every store has two floors (The Grocery Store, Forever 21, Arden B, Every store!)
-People talk on their phones while their at work, dealing with customers(like Walgreen's)
-NY people say "On Line" when they mean "In line"
-You buy your live Christmas tree on the street, right across from the Duane Reid and the local chicken/burger spot
-The bus doesn't take dollar bills
-You ride the bus
I could go on for days but the most interesting and different part about NY is the things that NY people feel so comfortable with saying and sharing with you.
Two examples....
Example 1.
So, apparently dark skinned women are a commodity in NY. I see them everywhere but for whatever reason, the men in NY loose their minds.... really. Ive been called everything in the book for my complexion..."bottle of a boot", black, smokey the bear, midnight, spook, and I'm not even really that dark. Ive grown to love it and apparently some residents of NY do to. My roommate Kim makes fun of me because I often get called "Chocolate" by men(some homeless, some dusty). They make a point to pipe up in their loudest voice to proclaim that I have "beautiful skin, hair, legs (the legs confuse me...i think they just talkin shit)" Now normally all this is great because a VA dude just doesn't have the balls, but there's always one to spoil it for the bunch.
I'm walking around 5th ave near 17th, checking out the holiday sets and just having some me time when I walk past this guy that yells at me
"Take your chocolate ass home!"
now... I'm of course startled and confused and scared and cant decide if I need to run or give him a "fuck you muthafucka" look and keep it gangsta. I however choose to just look confused. He proceeds
" I like em' dark... umph.... The blacker the berry, the sweeter the pussy!"
He prompts
"right?...... Right???"
I run.
Example 2.
I'm at Starbucks after a usually wack ass day at Bloomingdale's. I love working at the SOHO store because I see lots of characters on the way to and from work. There are the black folks who have chosen to revive the regalia of the 80's including HUGE doorknocker earrings, bright colors, and yes, even stone washed jeans, the kinda hippie Anthropologie/LL Bean/Salvation Army(cant believe I just named that like its a brand) folks and the rude ass spatially challenged tourist laden with shopping bags, talkin loud as hell, and looking at the sky or either end of Broadway trying to find their way out. So I'm at Starbucks and the barista proceeds to take my order and while I am clearly at the register this women walks up to my barista while talking on the phone. Shes talking so loud I cant really remember what the hell I was ordering but I finally get it out and proceed to pay. My barista ask my name and I reply.
"Brown"
The lady has finished her conversation at this point and turns to me (because she doesn't understand that you should stand behind me not beside me, because its my damn turn)
"Really, your name is Brown?"
I respond casually and kinda not interested "Yeah"
She checks once more "Brown?"
My barista cant hear me...because of loud hoe...and I confirm the name "Brown, Like the color" to both of them.
Rude Hoe responds " That's perfect!"
Me really just interested in getting some spiced cider, keeps it moving " Its a really common name, I'm surprised you've never heard of it."
My barista roles his eyes ( and hes not the eye rolling type) and says, "yeah really common!" kinda angry like.
I proceed to the end of the bar to pick up my cider( with the caramel and whip cream...so good!) and barista 2 gives me this half laugh/half shaking head look and not until then do I realize why my last name is sooooooo perfect!
Now considering this hoe is clearly crazy to say some out the way shit like that 1. aloud and 2. to an even crazier hoe like myself, I decide that tonight is not lecture night, tonight is not educate the masses night and of all nights that it is not, its not show her ass why my name is so perfect because I'm bout to be just as "brown" as your stereotype of "brown" people is!
I run
this time from ignorance, or both times from ignorance, the second being just a little more sad. I know I can say some out the way shit, hell, I say it right here on this blog, but that was some serious socially offensive behavior...... or just so New York type shit.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Interesting Article: The Black KKK killed Sean Taylor
Taylor's death a grim reminder for us all
by Jason Whitlock
There's a reason I call them the Black KKK. The pain, the fear and the destruction are all the same.
Someone who loved Sean Taylor is crying right now. The life they knew has been destroyed, an 18-month-old baby lost her father, and, if you're a black man living in America, you've been reminded once again that your life is in constant jeopardy of violent death.
The Black KKK claimed another victim, a high-profile professional football player with a checkered past this time.
No, we don't know for certain the circumstances surrounding Taylor's death. I could very well be proven wrong for engaging in this sort of aggressive speculation. But it's no different than if you saw a fat man fall to the ground clutching his chest. You'd assume a heart attack, and you'd know, no matter the cause, the man needed to lose weight.
Well, when shots are fired and a black man hits the pavement, there's every statistical reason to believe another black man pulled the trigger. That's not some negative, unfair stereotype. It's a reality we've been living with, tolerating and rationalizing for far too long.
When the traditional, white KKK lynched, terrorized and intimidated black folks at a slower rate than its modern-day dark-skinned replacement, at least we had the good sense to be outraged and in no mood to contemplate rationalizations or be fooled by distractions.
Our new millennium strategy is to pray the Black KKK goes away or ignores us. How's that working?
Our new millennium strategy is to pray the Black KKK goes away or ignores us. How's that working?
About as well as the attempt to shift attention away from this uniquely African-American crisis by focusing on an alleged injustice the white media allegedly perpetrated against Sean Taylor.
Within hours of his death, there was a story circulating that members of the black press were complaining that news outlets were disrespecting Taylor's victimhood by reporting on his troubled past.
No disrespect to Taylor, but he controlled the way he would be remembered by the way he lived. His immature, undisciplined behavior with his employer, his run-ins with law enforcement, which included allegedly threatening a man with a loaded gun, and the fact a vehicle he owned was once sprayed with bullets are all pertinent details when you've been murdered.
Marcellus Wiley, a former NFL player, made the radio circuit Wednesday, singing the tune that athletes are targets. That was his explanation for the murders of Taylor and Broncos cornerback Darrent Williams and the armed robberies of NBA players Antoine Walker and Eddy Curry.
Really?
Let's cut through the bull(manure) and deal with reality. Black men are targets of black men. Period. Go check the coroner's office and talk with a police detective. These bullets aren't checking W-2s.
Rather than whine about white folks' insensitivity or reserve a special place of sorrow for rich athletes, we'd be better served mustering the kind of outrage and courage it took in the 1950s and 1960s to stop the white KKK from hanging black men from trees.
But we don't want to deal with ourselves. We take great joy in prescribing medicine to cure the hate in other people's hearts. Meanwhile, our self-hatred, on full display for the world to see, remains untreated, undiagnosed and unrepentant.
Our self-hatred has been set to music and reinforced by a pervasive culture that promotes a crab-in-barrel mentality.
You're damn straight I blame hip hop for playing a role in the genocide of American black men. When your leading causes of death and dysfunction are murder, ignorance and incarceration, there's no reason to give a free pass to a culture that celebrates murder, ignorance and incarceration.
Of course there are other catalysts, but until we recapture the minds of black youth, convince them that it's not OK to "super man dat ho" and end any and every dispute by "cocking on your bitch," nothing will change.
Does a Soulja Boy want an education?
HBO did a fascinating documentary on Little Rock Central High School, the Arkansas school that required the National Guard so that nine black kids could attend in the 1950s. Fifty years later, the school is one of the nation's best in terms of funding and educational opportunities. It's 60 percent black and located in a poor black community.
Watch the documentary and ask yourself why nine poor kids in the '50s risked their lives to get a good education and a thousand poor black kids today ignore the opportunity that is served to them on a platter.
Blame drugs, blame Ronald Reagan, blame George Bush, blame it on the rain or whatever. There's only one group of people who can change the rotten, anti-education, pro-violence culture our kids have adopted. We have to do it.
According to reports, Sean Taylor had difficulty breaking free from the unsavory characters he associated with during his youth.
The "keepin' it real" mantra of hip hop is in direct defiance to evolution. There's always someone ready to tell you you're selling out if you move away from the immature and dangerous activities you used to do, you're selling out if you speak proper English, embrace education, dress like a grown man, do anything mainstream.
The Black KKK is enforcing the same crippling standards as its parent organization. It wants to keep black men in their place — uneducated, outside the mainstream and six feet deep.
In all likelihood, the Black Klan and its mentality buried Sean Taylor, and any black man or boy reading this could be next.
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Now, Im not very familiar with the case beyond what detailed here(which is clearly partial and positioned), nor am I familiar with these football figures but the theory that he tries to prescribe could fit a number of cases that I am far more familiar with.
I do agree that hip hop can perpetuate some violent imagery but a very important point that he failed to address is the parental component. My sister LOVES Tupac, my other sister LOVES Prince, yet neither of them grew up to be thugs or freaks!
He did however make a great point that upon your death you are remembered by the life you lead. That reigns true no matter what you do, but it is also important to remember that your parents equipe you with a guard agaist allowing peers and media influences to define you, but without that guard you are subject to following the example set.
Finally, I have to say I too was taken aback when I realized exactly what supermanning the hoe was all about. It could easily mean rescuing her from harms way with your super human strength folks!!! However, I do feel that if he would like to quote Soulja Boy he should do so correctly... its "Bitch ASS" not simply bitch.... Theres a difference Jason !!!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Sisters:
A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. 'Don't forget your Sisters,' she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. 'They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.' 'Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. 'You'll need other women. Women always do.' What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!' But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nat ure work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life. After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned:
A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. 'Don't forget your Sisters,' she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. 'They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.' 'Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. 'You'll need other women. Women always do.' What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!' But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nat ure work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life. After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned:
Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT.... Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out. Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life! The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much would need each other.
Every day, we need each other still.
Pass this on to all the women who help make your life meaningful. I just did. Short and very sweet: There are more than twenty angels in this world. Ten are peacefully sleeping on clouds. Nine are playing. And one is reading her email at this moment. Send this message to ten of your friends including me. If you get 5 replies, someone you love will surprise you. Happy days! Don't break this; it's working
So Danielle sent me this, and how timely considering her (along with Erica and Andrea) recent visit to the NYC. I wasnt sure what to do with them. I spent a few weeks trying to figure out what to do and still didnt come up with much. I wanted to show them the city and show them all the amazing things that Ive discovered but I didnt know how to go about it with 2 who wanted to paint the town and 1expecting, which technically makes her count twice, I barely had the time to think! They got in kinda late and while we missed our dinner reservations at Joya we made it work in the apt with my 100% Trader Joes cuisine! The weekend was great and we had a good time just being in NY but the best times were us just sitting around talking. GOD, what I wouldnt give for a good old fashion Pow Wow! I mean a true Pow Wow including The regulars, me, Erin, Sam, Krystal. The commentary crew, Shannon, Erica, and Andrea. The Dynamic, Joycelyn. & The Voices of Reason Danielle and Baby K! I mean whats a girl gotta do to get her crew back together???? At the rate school is going I'll be hospitalized soon and maybe they'll turn out to cheer me up before I pass. Killing myself??? Yeah I am, all for a "Generally Good" . Anyway, QT was great especially dinner at Sylvias with Julee. Politics and baby names of fried catfish was comforting like a hug from LRGB herself! OK Andrea, we promise not to vote along party lines alone .....and Erica we understand that your poor... (says the two time home owner, thats expecting the heiress to the Ralph Lauren (or Laren, or La'ren..whatever) throne!)
The worst part though had to be the departure. It didnt hit me until I hailed that cab that"Hey I miss these girls!" I balled, like a 1st grader that missed the bus. It was awful, and still is. It made me remember people, like my sister, my other friends, my nieces and nephews, my boo, and ohhh my mom. Shit....... I need a hug. Considering I wont be home for any of the holidays.... none of them, I better get more pillows!
So Im reading Danielles forward and considering all the life going on around me and though forwards are such a cliche' the words become so meaningful and again I ball( its my new thing apparently) as I press foward. Dont get it twisted, I still keep it gangsta, dont think I sent that message to you bitches because I love you or something!
...and by bitches I totally mean "Sisters"
Smooches
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