Monday, April 27, 2009

What Cassie chooses with her hair!


See? This is what I'm talking about.


Williamsburg . . . KESH!!!

Alright, so yesterday was Sunday. And boy was it great outside. New York hit a 90 degree hot weather and gosh I was not about to miss the beauty that is the sun. SO I decided to help my schools radio station with their booth for my schools LIU Day, where all the incoming freshman get tours and just enjoy their visit and their new school!

So I was type bored, my feet were hurting because the flats I was wearing were just bothering the crap out of me. So I called up my homie, Latoya (Chick in the photo) and she told me she is going to be around the area anyway, so when she got here, we had FUN! Tons.

Alot of other things happened, but let me fast forward. We decided to go to Williamsburg. Why? Because my fave designer/DJ, KESH, was there having a one day / last chance street sale! She was selling all of her stuff because she's leaving NYC for good on thursday. How can I pass up the opportunity to meet her?! Are you bonkers? Shite. We went, dammit, and we had fun! Kesh is adorable. She is. For some odd reason, I thought she had a big head. But when i saw her, her head was quite miniscule! She was sitting down on a towel with black ankle socks, leggings, this poncho / tube top outfit on and her hair had grown at the sides, but I was still able to make out her heart tattoos. I wish I could have had a full blown conversation with her, but when i walked up to her, I said hi, that I'm obsessed with her blog and how cool she is . . . she wanted to talk but she said that she was feeling really sick. She was sniffly, weak and I felt bad! So I told her to chill and that I would someday laugh it up with her. She giggled and said to enjoy her sale and just ask her questions.

I also met Contessa, her BFF. She is AWESOME!!!! OMG! I lurve me some Contessa! She was so lively and sweet and was making bargains with us . . . she's great.

So I couldn't really find anything to buy in the department of clothes. But. BUT! I DID buy Kesh's old wallet for $3! And I lurve it with the passion. I threw my Hello Kitty wallet away and I now adore my Kesh wallet. So ha. Sorry Kitty. Your 9 lives are done!

So while that wallet was being bought ,there was this hot ass vintage jacket that I was begging Latoya to buy. She liked it, but she felt she could find a better jacket at another vintage shop. I felt so disappointed. I wanted her to have that jacket. It was so . . . LATOYA-esque! But we left it alone.

OK, this becomes sad. I had no more money. Nothing. I had a few pennies, but nada. Latoya had a good amount of dollars, btu she couldn't waste it all. We became hungry and extremely thirsty. Plus it was hot, so you can imagine. Latoya mentioned that she hada $5 gift card for Starbucks, so we yelled Huzzah and started walking down Bedford in search of a starbucks. My feet started THROBBING. I needed to sit or eat or drink . . . it was bad! But while I was sullying, Latoya and I went to this shop that sells vintage shit, and they have these leather jackets for $40 or $20 . . . and its insane! They are so fxcking sexy! I was in love! We vowed to come back to this shop. Then we saw a CHEESE SHOP! IDK if you know this but I have a big obsession with cheese. I almost collapsed. I stared at it for about 5-10 minutes? Latoya started cracking up and tried to drag me from it. She succeeded. She's lucky that I love her so much, man.

SO! We had been walking for such a while, admiring Williamsburg, til we realized that there was no Starbucks! So we became bums: By removing our shoes and walking, going to a corner store, buying a $.50 soda, sharing it, and eating nasty $.25 chips. It was great. We were bums. Which is funny because some parts of Williamsburg are very bummy! So we felt in place! Gosh, being a bum for a day, lemme tell you. Its amazing. Latoya and I are lviign proof!

So we went home after a long day. I enoy my time with Latoya. Seriously, she is so fxcking fun. She knows Brooklyn like crazy, so she knows places. Which is great, cuz I'm tired of going to the same spots all the time.

SO that was my day.


Saturday, April 25, 2009

Something so spine tingling . . .

Have you ever been so affected by a movie that after the credits have rolled, you still sit there, on your couch or chair or whatever sitting utensil you used to feel comfortable on while watching the movie, just thinking about what you just saw? Well, honestly, if you reply 'No' then you're a big fat liar. One way or another, there is a movie out there that you just have the utter most devotion for. I'm not talking about the movie that you can't stop watching. I'm talking about the movie that makes you see things in different colors. Their real colors. I'm probably talking like a lunatic, but I feel justified to state that my color changing movie was "V for Vendetta."

It's one of those movies that you just know will be so interesting from start to finish, and in this case, it was. How exactly did it affect me, well, I'll let you know.

Life & Death. I see it in a different way now and how it connects to . . . Courage. People say they have it, but when the time comes, they exhibit weakness and anything but strength and their so-called courage. Then there are people who wouldn't dare call themselves courageous because they know that their outer being doesn't resemble someone with strength, but with weakness. See, because, they don't have much to hide, they live their lives so cautiously that bravery should never have to show up. And then there are those who are brave to their inner core, but have no reason to exhibit that courage when it is not necessary. Why should they when it's not needed? Now, that's just showing off. When it's time to be courageous, they will be head on and ready.

Maybe it's the way V has a way of captivating the viewers of the movie. His antics, his humor, his joy to beauty and such, his mask, his ability to make a person jump when he uses his swords and fighting tecniques, and his need to tell a story; to finish someone's unfinished work, or to finish the work of his own. Or maybe it's his sudden love for Evey; how she has made him see things as well in a different color. He found a friend, a lover, an ally in Evey, and he showed it to her. Maybe that's why I loved it so much. Yeah . . . that could be it. Or . . . maybe it could be the way Evey inspired me to be a courageous person. Her beauty inside and out . . . her honesty and loyalty to those around her. Her strength, her courage, her drive to finish what V left. Maybe . . . it could be the storyline . . . or the amount of symbolism portrayed in this film. Maybe it's the amount of gore and randomness in the film that really gets me, or the foreshadowing. It could be the whole thing, but whatever it is, it changed my way of thinking just a tad.

If a movie can do that . . . then it can do it all.

Friday, April 24, 2009


Um . . . I love Andy Samberg, I've made that quite apparent.

Would you find me weird if I said that the end result of this skit turned me on because Andy can just . . . get it. He can get it, man.

Gosh he just pulled his head and . . . oooweeee.

TIDBIT: Watch "Hot Rod." One of my favorite movies ever.

Crystal Renn? Plus Size IS beautiful!

Sometimes I really do wish I were thin. Its an instinct I get when I see a guy I like check out a girl a good ten sizes smaller than I am, or when I'm looking through a fashion magazine and see an outfit that I adore, but at the sidebar seeing it say it only goes from S-L. It really is hard for a girl like me to fully accept the fact that I'm beautiful because I am different than everyone else. Especially when you have people all around you telling you to mold into something you either aren't comfortable with or something you just don't want to be. I'm not exactly proud of the way I look. There's a whole lot I could do. But, I do like being fuller than most girls. Gives me an advantage. I want to be more shapely and healthy, not thin. Note that I didn't say STICK thin, because there are many girls who are BEAUTIFUL without being too skinny, you know? I have to show them love. But anywho . . .

I get those days when I feel nothing can hide all the lard thats hugging my body. I hate thinking negative, but, once again, it's an instinct. Good point? I regain myself by thinking positive. But anyway, I found a way to really love the way I am, and that way is Crystal Renn. Who is she? Oh, man. You don't know her? You're about to. She's beautiful. And I mean, stunning. Her look is so fresh and vintage. Its so innocent yet burlesque. She's so fxcking cute that I love looking at her. She's plus size. She's thicker than most models. She's got curves unlike most models. And she's stomping stereotypes to the ground. She's 22, married, and from New York (thats my girl!). She started modelling at 14, and she's just like all of us. She was told to lose 10 inches off her waist. That is hell. She went crash dieting and all that and finally lost the weight: she became 96 lbs. at the age of 16! That poor girl, huh. "I never felt sexy at all," she said back in an interview with People Magazine. "I didn't have my period for three years, my hair was falling out, my skin was a wreck . . . I was hurting in a bad way." Finally after one day spending 8 hours ina gym, she realized that she wasn't happy and something had to be done. So she went to her agent and told him how she felt. That's when he mentioned plus size modelling. From that, she became more health smart and regained 70 lbs. the healthy way. After that, she was getting jobs like crazy. Modelling for Dolce & Gabbana, German Vogue, Harper Bazaar (she was the cover girl!) and Elle . . . She's an inspiration. If you pick up the latest issue of Glamour with Miley Cyrus on the cover, you'll see her bathing suit spread from pages 197 to 201. Gorgeous.

There are tons of plus size models out there breaking down these barriers and when I see them, I just melt with happiness. Its people like Crystal Renn and Jill Scott, a woman I find so beautifully pure inside and out, who make me feel great about myself and sorry for the women who think that being skinny is the way to go. Its all about being healthy, isn't it?

Monday, April 20, 2009

The Fast & the Bi-Curious



What the bleep?

They're supposed to be tapping me.


Still funny, tho.

Dora the Explorer? Nope. MARAKA!

I have never in my life laughed so hard to a point where I was not only crying my eyes out but also losing my breath. This is so funny. Too funny. If you're someone that laughs easily, do not press play. I repeat. DO NOT PRESS PLAY!

This is a spoof of Dora the Explorer SNL did in their "TV Funhouse" segment. Ifyou've seen this show, you will laugh like hell. I know I did and almost died in the process!

Ayy, Lemme Twitter Dat

Teeee heee hooooo hummmm!

I never liked this dude. I thought his show was lame beyond lame.

But I like this. Its catchy. Please, someone shoot me with a rifle.

"Tweet Tweet, Bitch. Tweet Tweet!"

Saturday, April 18, 2009

"I Curse The Day You Were Born!" -Charlotte of 'Sex & The City'

I'm watching one of my all time favorite movies. "Sex & The City." I get so jittery, call a girlfriend of mine or call my mom or sisters, and watch it. I'm with the little miss sis right now, and we're enjoying this flick.

I want that sort of life. Shopping till you feel corns developing on your feet which are sitting comfortable in Manolo's. Going out for breakfast at exclusive diners. Sipping on Cosmopolitan's, even though I can't stand alchohol. Having a successful career liek Carrie has, writing. Gosh, just being with my girlfriend(s).

I just really love that sort of stuff. Just tons of love and excitement and thrill and laughs! To have that is great. When I have that . . . gosh, I think my life will be complete. I'll have my gals, my family, my career, the man of my dreams . . . what more could any woman ask for?

TIDBIT: Can't wait for #2, coming in 2010! Hell yea!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Excuse My Chester French . . .

I absolutely positively lurveee thee Chester French! I remember a year ago when I was surfing myspace music and came across theirs and was just blown away! I was type shocked that Pharrell signed them, but when I listened in, I knew why almost instantly, my bums!

Over the weekend, I (FINALLY!) downloaded their mixtape and erm . . . lemme inform you. Its absolutely AMAZING! I love how random and diverse this group is! Seriously. They remind me of the Beatles. But with a squirt or two of Kanye or maybe Outkast?!

Whatever you do, get their mixtape. Its too good. Too good for the ears of people who don't know good music. If you know good music, then you either are going to listen to me and go download it right HERE or you already have the mixtape and you're just agreeing with me when it comes to the mixtape in itself. Matter of fact, you'd be listening to it right now, like I'm doing for the 42nd time.

I'm serious.

TIDBIT: I just love the skits. So much. So so much. Plus, the beats. The people they have on this tape! Kardinal Offishall, Common, Diddy, Jermaine Dupri, Pharrell, Solange, JANELLE MONAE! Gee whiz! Awesome AWESOME! They've even got rockstar wannabe slash R&B singer, Cassie on it! But lets thank God. She's not singing.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Are you a Grown Woman? Or a Girl?

Girls want to control the man in their life.
Grown women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.

Girls check you for not calling them.
Grown women are too busy to realize you hadn't.

Girls are afraid to be alone.
Grown women revel in it, using it as a time for personal growth.

Girls ignore the good guys.
Grown women ignore the bad guys.

Girls make you come home.
Grown women make you want to come home.

Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits.

Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.

Girls try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e., don't want him hanging with his friends).
Grown women realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time' even more special-and goes to kick it with her own friends.

Girls think a guy crying is weak.
Grown women offer their man a shoulder and a tissue.

Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
Grown women 'show' him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his 'manhood'.

Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
Grown women know that was just one man.

Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all 'signs'.
Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you back-and move on, without bitterness.

Girls will read this and get an attitude.
Grown women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women and their male friends

TIDBIT: I'm pretty much grown, though I'm still learning the tricks of the trade when it comes to this dating thing. But seriously, read this and think really hard. REALLY HARD. What are you? The Grown woman, or the Girl?

Saturday, April 11, 2009

WTF is a Rock Star nowadays?!!

OK. Time to school some people.

This sort of ties back to Cassie's haircut, but with good reason. I was checking, doing some research, and I found what Cassie wrote when she posted her new hair photos on twitter. Here's what she said:

"Sometimes in life, you need a change. Something deeper than what you thought you were capable of. Something that displays the “I don’t give a fuck” attitude that was always present but never showcased. Something that makes you look at this whole wide world differently. And something that will shock your mother, but will make her call you a ROCKSTAR. Yea I did it…" -Cassie

DID WHAT?! I really am so sick. So tired. People are losing the creations that were created long ago and are making it their own thing. Last time I checked, being a rockstar was ll about Rock & Roll. Heavy guitars, drums banged so loud, "FxCK YOU!" attitudes, but still actually giving a fxck, their risky, talented, creative, determined, stubborn maybe, and the list goes on.

But how dare someone say that by doing THAT, cutting the side of your effin head, will guarantee you a spot on the Rockstar Bus?! You wanna know what it makes you look like?

A fxckin' sellout.

I wasn't mad at Cassie for doing this, cuz it's obvious its for attention. But when I read what she wrote? Like . . . my gosh. Is this what being a rockstar is? Is this all you have to do? Wear a skull sweater, cut the side of your head and throw up the pointer-and-pinky-finger-fist up?! Because you do this little edgy thing, that's it. You are certified. You're in the club!!!

Fxck out of here.

You have effin Miley Cyrus calling herself a rockstar when her music is plain POP! Just because she has some songs with some hard guitar on it . . . you've got the Jonas Brothers being called rockstars . . . cuz their songs have some hard guitar on it . . . you have these little people who don't know the true meaning of rock, claiming that their material is certified rock!


And this doesn't go for rock only. R&B? What does it mean? Rhythm and Blues. Why is Bobby Valentino being linked to that? Why is Jamie Foxx being linked to that? Even Cassie, the girl who wants to be a Rockstar, is being linked to R&B. Their music is not rhythm and blues. More like electronic background music, autotune, and terrible lyrics about "BEEPING" a girl, or "BLAME THE ALCHOHOL FOR MY ACTIONS" or being an "UNOFFICIAL GIRL."


This is it, guys. The poor artists who seriously defined the genres are not being appreciated.

What I hate most is when people look up to these amazing artists who have set the standards, and yet they are not even following in their example.

I swear, if I hear Cassie saying that Etta James or Billie Holliday were her idols, I'm coming to her house with a pitchfork in hand.

TIDBIT: I'm gonna go listen to real mother effin music.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Cassie Pulled 1/3 of a Britney

Hey, look everyone! Cassie cut her hair!
Lemme be the first to tell you that this will be posted on almost everyone's blog. Everyone who actually knows about this, of course. It mught not be but, if it is, then I was partially right ,thanks to you.
WTF? This was random, wasn't it. You know whats so funny? I swear this is a stunt. A way to get people to notice her more. I could be so wrong on so many levels, but I'm sticking with this theory. I mean, lets think about it.
Cassie isn't really . . . important. We don't pay attention to her! All we know is that she is a beautiful model who became a singer with a hit song, "Me & U," co-starred in "Step Up 2," one of the crappiest dance movies I've seen, is Diddy's latest tap buddy, is battling it out with my pinky for the title of thinnest human flesh, and thinks she's hot shit for obtaining all of the titles I've mentioned that she is.

Now, what better way to get attention than to . . . shave off the side of her head! What makes me sad is that . . . she doesn't look bad. Trust me, this could have been worse. But Cassie's got this face where she can do anything with her hair: change it lime green, chop it into a hairstyle Medusa would approve of, go bald, wear a mohawk, create a maze on her head . . . anything! And it will still. Look. Fresh! DAMN YOU, CASSIE!

But lets not get too crazy. A lot of people are doing this style. I dunno if you guys know Kesh, but she's like this hot shot fashion designer/DJ. One of my faves BTW. She defines retro-effin-sexy-amazing if this was a word. She pwnes! WHOO! Anywho, she did the same thing! But for her, it was more of a "It's just hair . . . it'll grow back," sort of thing, which I respect so much. Maybe Cassie was thinking the same?

I doubt it.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Chillin' . . . NOT!


Omigosh . . . I wish I knew what to say or what to think or who to fxck, but I'm so tired and blank its just not coming to me. Nada! I'm literally staring at my keyboard as I type this, giving my eyes and hands a rest every other nanosecond to scratch my head and to watch "The Duel 2" on MTV (Listen, I don't watch TV! It's just on, and this is what it's showing. But apparently, if you watch this, you'll know that CT and Adam got into a brawl and they both got kicked out. The brawl was pretty intense, need I say. Pretty intensyyyyy). I took some pics today cuz I just felt real cute. I usually do . . . i'm not that negative toward myself. But . . . I think that was the highlight of my day.

I got to English class 10 minutes late and walked into a dark room and saw that my class was watching a youtube vid on robots. Turns out in 2035, they'll take over the world! "I, Robot" flashback anyone?! Then I left around 1:45ish, even though my class doesn't end til 2:15 cuz my bestiend (best friend) Jamesjones aka Latoya (Don't ask) kept texting me to ditch class cuz she and our guy bestiend skipped their classes and they were hungry and couldn't bear the boredom they were going through. So I did them a great favor!

Hung out with them for ten minutes in our schools lounge, went to get a BLT, ate with them, had more of our friends come join us, we all started talking about the childhood shows we lurveee. We got so excited talking about "Thomas the Train Engine," cuz those facial expressions get so effin scary! One minute, they are so gleeful. Next thing you know, their faces turn so sickened and sad or angry that you feel like you deserve to go to hell, and "The Big Comfy Couch." That was the shizzot. I remember i felt so ashamed that i still watched it when I was 14. Man, look it up on youtube. The BESTEST! <-- Not a word. Don't give a hoot. Two of my friends went to go play pool, Latoya and Hassan (the guy bestiend that was mentioned but not named) stayed with me so we could accompany Hassan when he goes to buy a BLT, but then I got a phone call from my sister.

My little 6-year-old cousin, Jonathan, who I love oh so dearly, who I see as my son/brother I never had, was in the hospital.

He was dreadfully dehydrated.

I almost passed out. A great day gone bad in a matter of seconds!

I needed to get to Downstate Hospital, but I seriously did not know how to get there. Hassan and Latoya tried to help me . . . it helped, but then my mom called and said not to come to the hospital.


So I didn't go. Instead i remained in the company of my two great friends and that made me feel so much better cuz they know how to make me laugh and smile. I'm so grateful that I have them. Hear that Hassan and Latoya?! I am greatful for your existence.

More happened, but what made this day great was seeing my little cousin walk into his house (which I was in cuz I was baby sitting his little 2-year-old brother and 1-year-old little sister) looking weak and tired but so adorable as he is. He uttered, "Hi, Cynthia." Then gave me this kisso n the hceek, and my heart melted. I swear if I ever lost him. I would lose all happiness. I would shut down. He's so smart. So adorable. So fun. So bright . . . I love him. I could never live without him.

He fell asleep within ten minutes, but just seeing him was good enough.

That was my day.


But one hell of a day.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Sultry Blues #2

I love the idea of making love. So I wrote a poem about it. Enjoy.

Let's make love in the sunlight
have the sunrays hit our every bump and grind
Let's make love till the moon comes up
feel my fingers run down your spine
Sweet breaths escape my lips
I wanna scream with utter desire
Holding it in is such a hassle
You thrust inside, and I feel a fire
that ignites in my veins, my hearts beats quickly
I place your hand upon my chest
You feel the pace and your thrusts feeds in space
til I wheeze, "Baby, I'm not ready to rest."
Faster you move, you catch the shortness of breath
We're about to create that love.
The love so unique, its both gentle and sweet
won't find energy to be too rough.
A moan escapes my lips. One so powerful, so loud.
That for a sec, you think we're done,
but I wheeze again and say, "Not now!"
Yes, yes almost there. At the peak.
I pull you close and hold you tight
My eyes begin to weep.
You run your hands into my hair
and kiss me oh so soft.
And look me in the eyes and say,
"You're the first woman I've ever loved."

Friday, April 3, 2009

Body Admiration #1: Mel. B

Oh, my word. Mel . . . That is one hell of an ass. I'm so envious. I'm full of rage. Not really at her, but at the fact that its so beautiful. Yes, I'm calling an ass beautiful! Not ashamed of my comment, thanks! To have a body like Mel B's is a gift. The things I would do! Oh buddy ol' pal. Eddie Murphy is probably jizzing in his pants right now. Letting someone as adorabley sexy as Mel. B go? Oh well. Lost case. Anyway, I also heard she's coming out with a fitness DVD about three months ago.

Well . . . where is it? I will be on of the top ten people to purchase it pronto. Cuz I want that donk! I want those washboard abs! I want it! GIMME GIMME GIMME!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

This is a bit . . . frightening.

OK, there's good and bad news for Ms. Keri Baby.

GOOD N E W S: Her album debuted at no. 1. WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT! And to think, people were owrried, since it kept getting pushed back, but, I guess the long anticipation worked, cuz people can't get enough! Thats great. I've heard her album, and its good! Trust me, its worth your money!

BAD N E W S: As great as it is that she is #1 . . . she made it there with only $93,000 units sold . . . which is sad. It would be an accomplish, a really really BIG one if $500,000+ units were sold. But only 93,000? It just goes to show that her music has been downloaded like mad craziness! And I won't deny. I'm one of those downloaders!

WHY SO F R I G H T E N E D, CEE FRIZZLE?: Cuz . . . looks whats happening. Don't you remember way back when N*Sync and Christina Aguilera and Biggie Smalls and Jay-Z came out with albums, they made it to number one with high units sold! I'm talking millions in the first week! Nowadays, people aren't into using their money (ahem, thats me. Sorry.) to buy albums when they know they can get it online. Which sucks so bad. These poor artists. Five to ten years from now, I wonder how bad it'll get. They'll be lucky if the have $50,000+ units sold . . .

So, does this mean I'm gonna stop downloading?

Do you seriously need me to answer that?!

Are you gonna stop downloading?

Do you think I seriously need to ask you that?!

No, I didn't think so.

I feel bad for my offsprings and their offsprings and so on.

They are so screwed.
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