Looking back at old albums and reminiscing all that I've done since January; I've got to say, we've had a very successful year ladies. We have done so much this year! 2010.. this is it. I think I can truly say that this year was a year we've all experienced more love and happiness than pain and heartaches; and that's what I want, every year, no matter what.
What's the point in keeping a grudge or not communicating your problems? What's the point in keeping something around that emits negative energy or unnecessary drama? What and who will benefit from bad times? I repeat my points in my blogs for those who still don't truly seem to comprehend it; you live one life and that life is right now. Don't you want to be happy? To be able to look back at photos and smile, reliving events and sentences and jokes from that day?
Winter of 2010;
New years in New York with B & P. Visited JBear, met Chris & Algene, watched the snow fall over the city, skated in Central Park, roamed the streets of Manhattan, falling hopelessly in love with the city, streets and people. Pio Pio with the girls, Henry and his boys for my bday :) YOURE THE BEST! My birthday, both there and Toronto, champagne and messy pizza fights, P telling H to "hol her purse" to punch, M throwing her pizza and bottle, laughs and jokes the next morning. H's bday dinner and night out, the fun and drama, the dancing on bottle service tables only to give the owners an idea to put in dance podiums. StrangeLove. Countless dinners with Mona. Markham bar nights with LC. New York with B P M & L for Vday, Chris and Algene puttin on for their city, falling in love with Talay and sheesha in clubs, cop cruiser wishing us a happy vday over the cars speakers, running around Harlem in search of pizza, nuvo & soul food and as always, mission accomplished. London visits with V and the boys, I miss you boys. Champagne diet nights with Mona. Shopping for new attire...
Spring of 2010;
Miami with B P M & L for WMC, meeting up with our NY team, VIP Black Hennessy rooftop party, hip hop nights and a night of house, 5am pizza 7am sleep 10am alcoholic breakfast then throw that on repeat, Clevelanders pool party, Team Conneticut, massive seafood, & steak drunken dinner courtesy of Stony, drunken duttywine and bed humps in the room, 3 hour naps and back for round 2, Nikki Beach, South Beach, Wet Willies, Fountain Bleu. Roof top pool parties at Evan's, pool party at Jamie's, sheesha sessions with Sivan, club nights, club fights and the times I don't remember. Luxy, beginning of Skybar, Embassy just for a good dance. Musiq Soulchild, Bilal concert. A's bday, cakes, cupcakes and bottles and bottles of champagne. Shopping for new bikinis...
Summer of 2010;
More rooftop pool parties, club nights, boat cruise party, beach, brunch and dinners. Tommaaay's bday, rockin out with the fam like a fam jam! L's & HC's bday, full squad out, magnum and champagne all night, drama, the discovery, the next day water fight at Stinky Park, balloons and water gun. The becoming of SFF & BFF. Fishing trip, near drowning, Q swimming with nemo, 3 btls of champagne.. yes, I drank champagne on our fishing trip, so what? Back to NYC with P, bunked at Milli's in the Bronx, seafood, club nights, latin dishes, limo and champagne pick up, reuniting with the NY fams, CRUMBS, partying until morning literally, Rooftop party at Ravel, Bronx City Island & Beer Garden in Queens w the ladies, special visit, I miss you guys & girls! Endless nights at base, all asian.. in the yahd.. real niggas get drunk from the fuckin' start haha. That drunken Thursday when Hookman came out and I met RS<3 style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Fall 2010;
FUCKERY AWAITS! Dead that old shit. New Chapter. Yeah, OG. You know me, real thug, all day, by myself, gun on my waist, frown on my face, in jail, one bed, no pillow case, by myself, you wanna go night-night nigga!? YOU NIGGAS WANNA GO NIGHT-NIGHT?!?! (Kevin Hart.. look into that, slackers.)
I live a life filled with people and things that I want around. I'm happy, I'm grateful and I'm excited for whatever else life has to throw my way; whether it be obstacles, new friends, ends of friends, new love, anything.. even new chihuahuas. At the end of the day, y'all make the same annoying bitch ass high pitched barks and sit there.. don't bother wasting my time, I don't wanna prove the world right. Toodles to you bitches.
Anything you girls do, we can do better.
We can do anything better than you :)
&& PEOPLE SAYIN' THEY WANNA PARTY WIT US..
SO COME FIND US.
We da illest, why you think we so high in demand homie?
♥ W E ♥ F A N C Y ♥ B I T C H ♥
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Run With It.
I see potential in you but you got your eyes shut/
My mind's racing, running wild with bipolar thoughts/
Need an exit, not the finish line before I'm caught/
Not by the trick, but the voice inside I know I've fought/
And I forgot what it felt like/ wrong but it feels right/
Lost sleep, every week, kept me up, late nights/
I know I'm crazy right?/ But I'ma do it still/
They say to do as you please and to keep it real (reel)/
No time for acts and plays, just do what you feel/
You caught a case to fight, then call me your appeal.
*********************************************
Marcel, I see you. Toronto's filled with talent, Marcel brought Blake to my attention so I gotta shout him out. Flow is sick, stay awake Toronto.. we got stars on the rise.
*********************************************
PIGEONS, CHICKENS, WORD; Either way you flyless bird. Get off me.
C
R
E
E
P
E
R
S
If looks can kill then we're dressed for your funeral.
SFF&BFF = FUFN!!
You live, you learn, you adapt, you evolve and you be. Now be happy :)
I owe you guys a better blog next week.
What if I kissed you right now.
My mind's racing, running wild with bipolar thoughts/
Need an exit, not the finish line before I'm caught/
Not by the trick, but the voice inside I know I've fought/
And I forgot what it felt like/ wrong but it feels right/
Lost sleep, every week, kept me up, late nights/
I know I'm crazy right?/ But I'ma do it still/
They say to do as you please and to keep it real (reel)/
No time for acts and plays, just do what you feel/
You caught a case to fight, then call me your appeal.
*********************************************
Marcel, I see you. Toronto's filled with talent, Marcel brought Blake to my attention so I gotta shout him out. Flow is sick, stay awake Toronto.. we got stars on the rise.
*********************************************
PIGEONS, CHICKENS, WORD; Either way you flyless bird. Get off me.
C
R
E
E
P
E
R
S
If looks can kill then we're dressed for your funeral.
SFF&BFF = FUFN!!
You live, you learn, you adapt, you evolve and you be. Now be happy :)
I owe you guys a better blog next week.
What if I kissed you right now.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Turn The Page.
Chapters I-VIII;
I remember when life used to be so simple; before it all started. I remember when the only worry in the world was wondering if M was allowed to come out and play, or if we could be cool enough to play with our older brothers and cousins for that day; who's going to be "it" for red rover, man hunt or red ass; if we can get a $2 bill (remember those?) for ice cream when the ice cream truck would come; or who can build the best igloo or tire fort when it came time to, if we were going to set up booby traps in the apple club... stupid things like that.
I remember roaming the streets of Toronto at night, not comprehending the presence of possible danger, hiding with M from our siblings for man hunt. I remember how we got in shit one time and we decided to run away.. I was so outraged that all I packed was juice and carried my mini cage with my pet rat (that's right, pet rat) and ran away to the park, hiding within the trees when we heard our parents coming for us (yes, true story.. and yes, we got our asses beat hard).
Chapters IX-XIV;
I remember my first time experiencing a crush, I remember my first time getting crushed and I remember drinking my first cream soda Crush hahaha. I remember moving out of the city to some town I had no idea how to pronounce. I remember hating life for the first year or two and I remember how happy I was to learn that my best friend would be joining me in the boonies. I remember meeting my soul mates and growing with them for the next decade.. and no they aren't men, they're my BFFs.
I remember getting into some trouble as a young teen, hardly home, always sleeping over with P & M. I remember the shananigans with the boys, the fights, the parties and the chilling sessions. I remember the missions of busing eeeeverywhere and the long rides home. I remember spending so much money on cabs just to visit my boys for the weekend.
Chapters XV-XVIII;
I remember when life started to throw lessons my way; where it all began. I remember my first boyfriend. I remember my first (and only to be honest) real relationship. I remember what it felt like to fall so deep in love without any fear, doubt or hesitation that I felt like I could take on the world with him by my side. I remember all the ups and downs, the trials and triumphs, the deep love and hate, the heavy knotted pains and the euphoric mesmerizing highs.
I remember the point where I realized that, even though I loved him with all that I was composed of, the best thing for me to do was to let him go. I remember how I felt like I was dying after I left, I remember feeling weak without his comfort and presence, I remember wanting to relapse and run back, I remember the struggles of letting go, I remember the feeling of accomplishment when I started to become my own person and I remember feeling content and satisfied when I was reborn. I remember finding out about his death and feeling guilty. I remember learning to let him go with all faults, his and mine, and I remember knowing that it's going to be okay, eventually, in time. I'm still trying, almost a year..
Chapters XIX-XXI;
I remember when life slowly started to make sense to me; the acceptance in it all. I remember becoming my own person, realizing that I didn't need a boyfriend to make myself happy. I remember the happiness I felt learning and discovering little bits & pieces, traits and secrets about myself. I remember truly bonding with my girls, evolving from a couple dozen acquainted tweens to a dozen close teens to a solid sisterhood of 7 women.
I remember fucking up on a lot of things and having support on getting myself back. I remember not truly acknowledging my responsibilities, only to finally accept them now. I remember taking in the fact that life will happen with or without me and that it will turn out the way I want it to turn out. I remember telling myself that I need to make myself happy, I need to do what I want to do in life and it won't happen with one foot outside the door.. I hear a funny hesitation of a heart that's never really sure.....hahaha dead iiiit. I remember taking many trips with my RODC and BFFs, all the while subconciously, becoming the woman I am destined to be; one in a million.
Chapter XXII;
I remember everyone that I've met and shared memories with. I appreciate all of you that I've crossed paths with or am still on with; surely, you must know that every little thing you've all done and said to me has contributed into making me who I am today. The bitch, cool one, pleasant one, rude one, snobby one, funny one, crazy one, wild one, fighting one, loving one, loud one, quiet one, emotional one, heartless one, ride or die one, leave me out your bullshit one, talkative one (clearly), loyal one, etc... A chick with many attributes.
Currently; Family. BFFs. You. SFFs. Them. NYC...
Uptown. Downtown. What now? Downtown...
Drama. Creepers. Adventures. Laughter...
Memories of January, February, March, April, May, June, JULY, AUGUST, SEPTEMBER...
.............. *Flips to new page*
Ima bring it back to one of my all time favs...
Bobby Valentino - Turn The Page
Comment, hate me, love me, date me - do all 4, we'll make a baby.... LOL NOT!!
Do you & I'll do me. Love my life and everything in it.
&
&
&
& Hi....hehehe!
ps: TipZ RuleZ!!! LC we WINNING!!!!
I remember when life used to be so simple; before it all started. I remember when the only worry in the world was wondering if M was allowed to come out and play, or if we could be cool enough to play with our older brothers and cousins for that day; who's going to be "it" for red rover, man hunt or red ass; if we can get a $2 bill (remember those?) for ice cream when the ice cream truck would come; or who can build the best igloo or tire fort when it came time to, if we were going to set up booby traps in the apple club... stupid things like that.
I remember roaming the streets of Toronto at night, not comprehending the presence of possible danger, hiding with M from our siblings for man hunt. I remember how we got in shit one time and we decided to run away.. I was so outraged that all I packed was juice and carried my mini cage with my pet rat (that's right, pet rat) and ran away to the park, hiding within the trees when we heard our parents coming for us (yes, true story.. and yes, we got our asses beat hard).
Chapters IX-XIV;
I remember my first time experiencing a crush, I remember my first time getting crushed and I remember drinking my first cream soda Crush hahaha. I remember moving out of the city to some town I had no idea how to pronounce. I remember hating life for the first year or two and I remember how happy I was to learn that my best friend would be joining me in the boonies. I remember meeting my soul mates and growing with them for the next decade.. and no they aren't men, they're my BFFs.
I remember getting into some trouble as a young teen, hardly home, always sleeping over with P & M. I remember the shananigans with the boys, the fights, the parties and the chilling sessions. I remember the missions of busing eeeeverywhere and the long rides home. I remember spending so much money on cabs just to visit my boys for the weekend.
Chapters XV-XVIII;
I remember when life started to throw lessons my way; where it all began. I remember my first boyfriend. I remember my first (and only to be honest) real relationship. I remember what it felt like to fall so deep in love without any fear, doubt or hesitation that I felt like I could take on the world with him by my side. I remember all the ups and downs, the trials and triumphs, the deep love and hate, the heavy knotted pains and the euphoric mesmerizing highs.
I remember the point where I realized that, even though I loved him with all that I was composed of, the best thing for me to do was to let him go. I remember how I felt like I was dying after I left, I remember feeling weak without his comfort and presence, I remember wanting to relapse and run back, I remember the struggles of letting go, I remember the feeling of accomplishment when I started to become my own person and I remember feeling content and satisfied when I was reborn. I remember finding out about his death and feeling guilty. I remember learning to let him go with all faults, his and mine, and I remember knowing that it's going to be okay, eventually, in time. I'm still trying, almost a year..
Chapters XIX-XXI;
I remember when life slowly started to make sense to me; the acceptance in it all. I remember becoming my own person, realizing that I didn't need a boyfriend to make myself happy. I remember the happiness I felt learning and discovering little bits & pieces, traits and secrets about myself. I remember truly bonding with my girls, evolving from a couple dozen acquainted tweens to a dozen close teens to a solid sisterhood of 7 women.
I remember fucking up on a lot of things and having support on getting myself back. I remember not truly acknowledging my responsibilities, only to finally accept them now. I remember taking in the fact that life will happen with or without me and that it will turn out the way I want it to turn out. I remember telling myself that I need to make myself happy, I need to do what I want to do in life and it won't happen with one foot outside the door.. I hear a funny hesitation of a heart that's never really sure.....hahaha dead iiiit. I remember taking many trips with my RODC and BFFs, all the while subconciously, becoming the woman I am destined to be; one in a million.
Chapter XXII;
I remember everyone that I've met and shared memories with. I appreciate all of you that I've crossed paths with or am still on with; surely, you must know that every little thing you've all done and said to me has contributed into making me who I am today. The bitch, cool one, pleasant one, rude one, snobby one, funny one, crazy one, wild one, fighting one, loving one, loud one, quiet one, emotional one, heartless one, ride or die one, leave me out your bullshit one, talkative one (clearly), loyal one, etc... A chick with many attributes.
Currently; Family. BFFs. You. SFFs. Them. NYC...
Uptown. Downtown. What now? Downtown...
Drama. Creepers. Adventures. Laughter...
Memories of January, February, March, April, May, June, JULY, AUGUST, SEPTEMBER...
.............. *Flips to new page*
Ima bring it back to one of my all time favs...
Bobby Valentino - Turn The Page
Comment, hate me, love me, date me - do all 4, we'll make a baby.... LOL NOT!!
Do you & I'll do me. Love my life and everything in it.
&
&
&
& Hi....hehehe!
ps: TipZ RuleZ!!! LC we WINNING!!!!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thank Me Now.
Just wanted to post a quick thank you to those who actually read and support my shit. I appreciate messages like these and it reminds me why I write what I write and it keeps me motivated in doing it every week (or at least I try for every week haha).
Shout out to my girls who always feed me ideas, shout out to Q for the constant support, shout out to my constant readers && OF COURSE, as always.. shout out to stalkers who love my dick :)
I LOVE IT! KEEP EM COMING PPLS!!
Take that shit in and throw up 'cause he's too sick.
Shout out to my girls who always feed me ideas, shout out to Q for the constant support, shout out to my constant readers && OF COURSE, as always.. shout out to stalkers who love my dick :)
I LOVE IT! KEEP EM COMING PPLS!!
Take that shit in and throw up 'cause he's too sick.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Mind Filled With Blank Thoughts.
September is here and the weather has made it clear that summer is no longer with us. The weather's a bit chilly but perfect for most days. It's that weather that your body relaxes to in your room or car or patio, the weather that allows your brain to run free with thoughts while you sit in silence, the weather that somehow tells you that it's time for a change.
One: The grass is greener on the other side.. so why wont you cross over? Is it fear? Is it comfort? Is it dependency? Whatever it is, you need to get past it and make a new path to the better. Looking in the mirror, talking to myself, pretty much makes me insane. I forget who I am and how much I am capable of.. I need to bring myself to the top and push me to become the best that I know I can be.
I am the person that I am, but I need to be the person that I will become. I will soon achieve this. Watch me..
Two: Dipping my feet in dangerous waters. What am I doing? Enjoying what I have, appreciating every minute but confusing myself in the meantime. Is it one way or reciprocated? Learning a whole new side and I'm loving the discovery. It is what it is and I won't stress myself with whether or not it will become. Do what you want to keep yourself happy but be wise about it. Am I being wise?
Three: Please don't fuck with my head with your messages. Please don't contact me with your selfish need of assurance. You are of the past, so stay behind me. I don't need to be reminded of what was and what could've been. I don't need to be reminded of that useless pain and twisted knot inside. I don't need the memories. Letting go was hard, getting over you was hard, so who are you to come and fuck that up when it finally becomes easy. Kids play with mind games, go play with yourself - I'm done.
Four: You wassup girl
Ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now
I buy the caskets
They should arrest you
Or whoever dressed you
They gon' stress you
But I'mma let you know
Girl you be killin em.
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution.
I've been slacking on this shit for a minute, I know.. I'll get back on it. DON'T SLEEP ON ME Y'ALL.. unless you know about NSC stiiiiiiill... haha.
One: The grass is greener on the other side.. so why wont you cross over? Is it fear? Is it comfort? Is it dependency? Whatever it is, you need to get past it and make a new path to the better. Looking in the mirror, talking to myself, pretty much makes me insane. I forget who I am and how much I am capable of.. I need to bring myself to the top and push me to become the best that I know I can be.
I am the person that I am, but I need to be the person that I will become. I will soon achieve this. Watch me..
Two: Dipping my feet in dangerous waters. What am I doing? Enjoying what I have, appreciating every minute but confusing myself in the meantime. Is it one way or reciprocated? Learning a whole new side and I'm loving the discovery. It is what it is and I won't stress myself with whether or not it will become. Do what you want to keep yourself happy but be wise about it. Am I being wise?
Three: Please don't fuck with my head with your messages. Please don't contact me with your selfish need of assurance. You are of the past, so stay behind me. I don't need to be reminded of what was and what could've been. I don't need to be reminded of that useless pain and twisted knot inside. I don't need the memories. Letting go was hard, getting over you was hard, so who are you to come and fuck that up when it finally becomes easy. Kids play with mind games, go play with yourself - I'm done.
Four: You wassup girl
Ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now
I buy the caskets
They should arrest you
Or whoever dressed you
They gon' stress you
But I'mma let you know
Girl you be killin em.
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution.
I've been slacking on this shit for a minute, I know.. I'll get back on it. DON'T SLEEP ON ME Y'ALL.. unless you know about NSC stiiiiiiill... haha.
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