The other day I saw my boy Cat's loopt and there was a picture that looked a little pornographic to me so I asked him wtf it was and he replied: "Peanut butter toast with condensed milk, tofu fa with brown sugar, and papaya with ice cream," to which I replied, "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PLACE AND WHEN ARE WE GOING?"
So now me and the folks have a dessert date for Kowloon Tong and I cannot wait!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
WTFancougar.
I'm going to try and squeeze in another blog of substance before I leave but considering I can't even do one when I have the time, that will be highly unlikely. But in case u didn't know, me and these other lovelies will be leaving for Vancouver tomorow to stalk the New Moon set but most importantly, to have a good time with other beautiful, talented, and successful women. Girl power indeed, no homo. See yall next week!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Fly Guy of the Day - Dwaye "The Rock" Johnson
This one's gonna be a quicky since I didn't even intend on blogging today - BUT I just came across this picture of the ever so beautiful Samoan/Black Adonis - The Rock, and JUST HAD to post it. I had the hugest crush on this dude during his wrestling days and even bought a cheesy ass wrestling poster of him in h.s., People's eyebrow intact and erthang. I must admit, he looks more delicious today than ever, despite the receding hairline. I can't even get past that big ass bicep and smile to notice it.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Painting the Town Hellz.
Friday, April 24, 2009
The QUIETEST 8-Year Old!
If u know me, then u know of my mom. And if u know of my mom, then u'll know that she wasn't exactly the best mother to me growing up. Needless to say I still love her and she makes me crack the fuck up sometimes even if it's at my own expense.
The other day me and the bf were comparing notes on our childhood. We both started walking before we turned 1. Both were potty-trained around 2. So then for kicks I decided to call my mom and ask when I started talking.
Why did she say in the surest voice ever: 8!
Dude.
For real?
8?
As in 3rd grade 8? As in I would've been riding the short bus and in a "special" class 8?
I vividly remember being the first in my kindergarten class to read a book OUTLOUD during show and tell. So I tell my mom, "MOM it couldn't have been 8 'cuz I was already talking in kinder," so she goes, "Oh yah ur right not 8, 6-8 months."
OK, so now I'm baby genius?
I shake my head and secretly apologize to God on behalf of my mom for being a bad liar and neglectful parent and just tell her, "Never mind!" aka in my head, "Just say it mom, u don't know."
Then she replies, "Ask Mommy-Nina."
Yes, I should asked my grandma to begin with.
Moral of the story? Moms, please be there for ur kids especially when they're growing up 'cuz u don't want them to be the only 8-year old that doesn't know how to talk and u def don't want them putting u on blast when they're old enough to blog.
The other day me and the bf were comparing notes on our childhood. We both started walking before we turned 1. Both were potty-trained around 2. So then for kicks I decided to call my mom and ask when I started talking.
Why did she say in the surest voice ever: 8!
Dude.
For real?
8?
As in 3rd grade 8? As in I would've been riding the short bus and in a "special" class 8?
I vividly remember being the first in my kindergarten class to read a book OUTLOUD during show and tell. So I tell my mom, "MOM it couldn't have been 8 'cuz I was already talking in kinder," so she goes, "Oh yah ur right not 8, 6-8 months."
OK, so now I'm baby genius?
I shake my head and secretly apologize to God on behalf of my mom for being a bad liar and neglectful parent and just tell her, "Never mind!" aka in my head, "Just say it mom, u don't know."
Then she replies, "Ask Mommy-Nina."
Yes, I should asked my grandma to begin with.
Moral of the story? Moms, please be there for ur kids especially when they're growing up 'cuz u don't want them to be the only 8-year old that doesn't know how to talk and u def don't want them putting u on blast when they're old enough to blog.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
How to Blow 2 Months of Rent w/ 1 Mouse Click
If I had a penis I'd have the biggest boner over these right now.
Christian Louboutin's "Rolando" is hot pink satin
Christian Louboutin's "Dillian" in beige python
(You guessed it) Christian Louboutin's "Differa" in ice blue patten leather
And my favorite of them all, Balmain sandals.
Matter fact, who do I gotta give a blowjob to 'round here to get this entire outfit?
Christian Louboutin's "Rolando" is hot pink satin
Christian Louboutin's "Dillian" in beige python
(You guessed it) Christian Louboutin's "Differa" in ice blue patten leather
And my favorite of them all, Balmain sandals.
Matter fact, who do I gotta give a blowjob to 'round here to get this entire outfit?
Currently on Repeat: Lykke Lil "Little Bit" Remix w/ Drake and Mickey Factz
Love, love, love it. Love the original one more though, just a little bit though ;o)
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Truth About Cats and Dogs
Reading my hayati's previous blog reminded me of this one!
Written Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I talk SHIT - I don't HATE, so get it right LOL.
And even then, there ain't nothin I don't say about someone that I haven't already said in their face. Plus, is it really talkin shit if it's true? Aren't we just reiterating the facts? Oh who the fuck am I kidding?
Unless ur name is Amelia Hadi, u talk shit too so don't even try to front.
Quite frankly, if me and u got beef it's 'cuz of some well-justified PERSONAL shit, not no he-said she-said "I seen ur man talkin to her at the water fountain" booshit. Moreoever, if I have ill-feelins towards u, it ain't gonna erase the fact that I acknowledge ur intelligence or talent, nor will u all of a sudden be "ugly" when I know damn well u break necks at the club.
With that said, I've been browsing through random blogs and sadly enough it seems as if there is a whole lotta "hatin" going on. Even more unfortunate, it's always amongst us females.
Oh and if ur one of these females who write about hatin and the progression of women, yet are the first ones to roll ur eyes at me when I come thru the spot please peep someone else's blog. That's just tacky. I get hated on a lot and back when I was ignant, it hurt...until I realized "haterism" stems from an evil called jealousy. Bitches, do u really wanna give me that much credit?
One of the chicks from the BB$ click said, If u ain't gettin hated on, then u ain't doin shit." Halle-luh-juh. And my girl Faye said something along the lines of, "If someone doesn't like u, they won't be happy until ur sad." Amen.
To me, hatin is the act of talking about someone in a negavtive connotation FOR NO APPARENT REASON or motive. It's one thing to openly admit this 'cuz shit, am I hatin 'cuz Paris Hilton is a rich talentless bitch that's famous for the mere fact that she is famous? Hell to the yes. But would I trade places with her? Not for a million hotel chains. However, it's a disgrace to your very womanhood if you make it a point in ur life to constantly find reasons to hate someone, moreover, create reasons for other people to hate someone just because you're insecure with yourself. I'll admit it, talking shit is funny as hell but there's a thin line between people watching at the mall and asking for a beatdown - DON'T CROSS IT.
EVERYONE is competitive by nature. But if we didn't already know, at one point in our lives (At least I'd like to hope for the rest of yall) us grown folk come to realize that if we spent more time challenging ourselves to better ourselves for (U guessed it) OURSELVES and not just to be better than ur man's ex-girlfriend, or the bitch who could've been ur best friend in another lifetime - we would not only be more productive and successful, but more confident and happy as well.
See that fly-chick in the corner of the room with a pearly white smile on her face, bangin body with a bangin degree to match that everybody including u AND ur man is looking at? She ain't worried about u staring her up and down thinking "Fuck that bitch and her fake titties she's probably a ho." Why? 'Cuz she's too busy trying to balance her lucrative modeling career with her upcoming graduate school schedule.
Got the point? Good.
I once read a MySpace headline that read, "The only thing unique about u is ur personality." CHUCH'
We can rock the illest kicks, dopest fits, change up the hair, and occasionally switch up the jewelry errr now and then but no matter how fuckin original u think u are, there's someone out there on the other side of the world, or other side of the city for that matter, that is doing the same exact thing or has already done it 9 years ago. And why try to compete with looks when u can't change the color of ur eyes to make it greener than "hers," or change the plumpness of ur lips to make it jucier than "hers" (Cosmetic surgery aside). And like Kanye said "The prettiest people do the ugliest things,".
Fuuuck, what do I do when I see someone pretty with big ass titties? Ask them to join K.O. Queenz and beg for her to spread the wealth. (Just ask Ness haha).
And if they can femcee? Ask them how they got enough guts to perform on stage or join the cypha. And if they sing? Ask them to teach me how to harmonize. And if they dance? Ask them how to tip drill in a tasteful manner (Is that even possible? Haha). And if they got a 6-pack? Ask them how they discipline themselves from not eating Krispy Kreme at 2 in the morning. And if they got their masters? Congratulate the shit outta them! And if they're Justene Jaro? Tell them "I hate u, u pretty AND sweet bitch!" ;oP
Not to get all "Superwoman I don't need a man, they're all dogs!" on yall ('Cuz we know that beside every great woman is a great man and vice versa) but ladies remember, "It's a man's world, but women make it go 'round." Some men are counting on catty ass females to remain oblivious to this ideal so that they will forever question their self-worth and ability to function in a state of normalcy without a man in their life!!! Also so that when u catch them cheatin on u, u'll place the blame solely on "The other woman" (Who was probably just as much as a victim as u were) and not the actual person who made a commitment to them. Come on now ladies!!!
And if u weren't aware of all this? It's probably 'cuz u was too busy hatin.
Written Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I talk SHIT - I don't HATE, so get it right LOL.
And even then, there ain't nothin I don't say about someone that I haven't already said in their face. Plus, is it really talkin shit if it's true? Aren't we just reiterating the facts? Oh who the fuck am I kidding?
Unless ur name is Amelia Hadi, u talk shit too so don't even try to front.
Quite frankly, if me and u got beef it's 'cuz of some well-justified PERSONAL shit, not no he-said she-said "I seen ur man talkin to her at the water fountain" booshit. Moreoever, if I have ill-feelins towards u, it ain't gonna erase the fact that I acknowledge ur intelligence or talent, nor will u all of a sudden be "ugly" when I know damn well u break necks at the club.
With that said, I've been browsing through random blogs and sadly enough it seems as if there is a whole lotta "hatin" going on. Even more unfortunate, it's always amongst us females.
Oh and if ur one of these females who write about hatin and the progression of women, yet are the first ones to roll ur eyes at me when I come thru the spot please peep someone else's blog. That's just tacky. I get hated on a lot and back when I was ignant, it hurt...until I realized "haterism" stems from an evil called jealousy. Bitches, do u really wanna give me that much credit?
One of the chicks from the BB$ click said, If u ain't gettin hated on, then u ain't doin shit." Halle-luh-juh. And my girl Faye said something along the lines of, "If someone doesn't like u, they won't be happy until ur sad." Amen.
To me, hatin is the act of talking about someone in a negavtive connotation FOR NO APPARENT REASON or motive. It's one thing to openly admit this 'cuz shit, am I hatin 'cuz Paris Hilton is a rich talentless bitch that's famous for the mere fact that she is famous? Hell to the yes. But would I trade places with her? Not for a million hotel chains. However, it's a disgrace to your very womanhood if you make it a point in ur life to constantly find reasons to hate someone, moreover, create reasons for other people to hate someone just because you're insecure with yourself. I'll admit it, talking shit is funny as hell but there's a thin line between people watching at the mall and asking for a beatdown - DON'T CROSS IT.
EVERYONE is competitive by nature. But if we didn't already know, at one point in our lives (At least I'd like to hope for the rest of yall) us grown folk come to realize that if we spent more time challenging ourselves to better ourselves for (U guessed it) OURSELVES and not just to be better than ur man's ex-girlfriend, or the bitch who could've been ur best friend in another lifetime - we would not only be more productive and successful, but more confident and happy as well.
See that fly-chick in the corner of the room with a pearly white smile on her face, bangin body with a bangin degree to match that everybody including u AND ur man is looking at? She ain't worried about u staring her up and down thinking "Fuck that bitch and her fake titties she's probably a ho." Why? 'Cuz she's too busy trying to balance her lucrative modeling career with her upcoming graduate school schedule.
Got the point? Good.
I once read a MySpace headline that read, "The only thing unique about u is ur personality." CHUCH'
We can rock the illest kicks, dopest fits, change up the hair, and occasionally switch up the jewelry errr now and then but no matter how fuckin original u think u are, there's someone out there on the other side of the world, or other side of the city for that matter, that is doing the same exact thing or has already done it 9 years ago. And why try to compete with looks when u can't change the color of ur eyes to make it greener than "hers," or change the plumpness of ur lips to make it jucier than "hers" (Cosmetic surgery aside). And like Kanye said "The prettiest people do the ugliest things,".
Fuuuck, what do I do when I see someone pretty with big ass titties? Ask them to join K.O. Queenz and beg for her to spread the wealth. (Just ask Ness haha).
And if they can femcee? Ask them how they got enough guts to perform on stage or join the cypha. And if they sing? Ask them to teach me how to harmonize. And if they dance? Ask them how to tip drill in a tasteful manner (Is that even possible? Haha). And if they got a 6-pack? Ask them how they discipline themselves from not eating Krispy Kreme at 2 in the morning. And if they got their masters? Congratulate the shit outta them! And if they're Justene Jaro? Tell them "I hate u, u pretty AND sweet bitch!" ;oP
Not to get all "Superwoman I don't need a man, they're all dogs!" on yall ('Cuz we know that beside every great woman is a great man and vice versa) but ladies remember, "It's a man's world, but women make it go 'round." Some men are counting on catty ass females to remain oblivious to this ideal so that they will forever question their self-worth and ability to function in a state of normalcy without a man in their life!!! Also so that when u catch them cheatin on u, u'll place the blame solely on "The other woman" (Who was probably just as much as a victim as u were) and not the actual person who made a commitment to them. Come on now ladies!!!
And if u weren't aware of all this? It's probably 'cuz u was too busy hatin.
Random, Useless Fact of the Day
I realized today that before walking into a stall at the restrooms at work I SLOWLY open the stall door as if bracing myself for whatever madness MAY lurk within. I almost creep into it, so that I don't walk full force, straight into a clogged toilet or floating cockaroach. Am I the only one that takes this precaution?
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wait 'till u see my ... !
OMFG this You Chube clip had me dying just now. I don't know what could be funnier than a little, white, chub, red-headed kid bustin moves to the Yin-Yang twins. I LURVE him! I want to put him in my pocket and save him for a rainy day. I don't know how the camera man held in his laughter.
OK so as I was posting that last clip I found this one. It's hella funny when he cracks up over himself and lets out that little giggle.
OK so as I was posting that last clip I found this one. It's hella funny when he cracks up over himself and lets out that little giggle.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
EXcuses.
I believe that most failures are a result of poor excuses.
Hate your job?
There's nothing else out there.
Not following ur diet?
It's ok, I'm on vacation.
Always broke?
I deserved that LV purse.
Barely passing this semester?
Too much on my plate.
And I, for one can and will make up any excuse NOT to go to the gym.
But it's too cold, too hot, too windy, too sunny, too far, too crowded, too early, too late, it's Friday, it's Tuesday - what if a plane explodes in the air and crash lands on top of Bally's ???!!!
I understand shit happens, I really do. And on rare occasion, there is just no way around it. BUT regardless of how valid the excuse is, remember, an excuse is STILL just that - an excuse. And as long as we continue to use these excuses to justify our fucked up situations, we will continue to suffer just as long.
Relationships are not exempt.
In fact, they're the biggest contributor to prolonged dysfunctional relationships. They're the reason u stay with ur boyfriend even though it's the 3rd Friday u've spent with mascara tears 'cuz he broke ur date and didn't bother calling. They're the reason you stay with your girlfriend even though all ur boys dun told u she's cheating on u and have it on camera. And they're the reason why it was so hard for me to let go of nothing for the last 5 years of my life.
"He's just really busy..."
Even Obama makes time to take his wife out to dinner.
"Oh, but he's trying..."
There is no such thing as "try," just "do."
"It's ok he just fucks those other girls but he LOVES me.." (Or any form of I'm his MAIN)
Fuck being the "main," u should be his ONLY.
"It's because his dad beat his mom when he was little..."
There should NEVER be a reason a man should ever put his hands on woman.
I've heard and made every excuse in the book. And then I realized that nobody makes u do anything. How u are treated is how u allow the other person to treat u. Once u are willing to learn from ur mistakes and take responsibility for ur actions, then u stop making excuses. And when u stop making excuses u become more proactive and ultimately, a happier person.
I know we're only human though, and sometimes we just can't help ourselves. Because the fact of the matter is excuses are convenient and temporarily make us feel better for tolerating shit we know we don't deserve. But when u really think about it, there should never be an excuse that can't be eliminated by an action YOU take.
So the next time u try justify another persons hurtful actions by pointing to their family background, previous relationships, weekly schedule, etc. etc. point straight to urself instead. And remember - exes are exes for a reason, no matter what excuse u give.
Hate your job?
There's nothing else out there.
Not following ur diet?
It's ok, I'm on vacation.
Always broke?
I deserved that LV purse.
Barely passing this semester?
Too much on my plate.
And I, for one can and will make up any excuse NOT to go to the gym.
But it's too cold, too hot, too windy, too sunny, too far, too crowded, too early, too late, it's Friday, it's Tuesday - what if a plane explodes in the air and crash lands on top of Bally's ???!!!
I understand shit happens, I really do. And on rare occasion, there is just no way around it. BUT regardless of how valid the excuse is, remember, an excuse is STILL just that - an excuse. And as long as we continue to use these excuses to justify our fucked up situations, we will continue to suffer just as long.
Relationships are not exempt.
In fact, they're the biggest contributor to prolonged dysfunctional relationships. They're the reason u stay with ur boyfriend even though it's the 3rd Friday u've spent with mascara tears 'cuz he broke ur date and didn't bother calling. They're the reason you stay with your girlfriend even though all ur boys dun told u she's cheating on u and have it on camera. And they're the reason why it was so hard for me to let go of nothing for the last 5 years of my life.
"He's just really busy..."
Even Obama makes time to take his wife out to dinner.
"Oh, but he's trying..."
There is no such thing as "try," just "do."
"It's ok he just fucks those other girls but he LOVES me.." (Or any form of I'm his MAIN)
Fuck being the "main," u should be his ONLY.
"It's because his dad beat his mom when he was little..."
There should NEVER be a reason a man should ever put his hands on woman.
I've heard and made every excuse in the book. And then I realized that nobody makes u do anything. How u are treated is how u allow the other person to treat u. Once u are willing to learn from ur mistakes and take responsibility for ur actions, then u stop making excuses. And when u stop making excuses u become more proactive and ultimately, a happier person.
I know we're only human though, and sometimes we just can't help ourselves. Because the fact of the matter is excuses are convenient and temporarily make us feel better for tolerating shit we know we don't deserve. But when u really think about it, there should never be an excuse that can't be eliminated by an action YOU take.
So the next time u try justify another persons hurtful actions by pointing to their family background, previous relationships, weekly schedule, etc. etc. point straight to urself instead. And remember - exes are exes for a reason, no matter what excuse u give.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Foodgasm of the Day - Samovar
A few months ago me and my girl Hottie had a date at Samovar Tea Lounge in Downtown, SF right behind the Metreon and right in the middle of Yerba Buena Gardens. I was a little weary at first 'cuz 1) I was STARVING and after having House of Prime Rib the night before, little cucumber sammiches were not gonna cut it for me that day, and 2) I'm biased because as far as traditional tea spots my favorite is Love Joy's.
At any rate I am soooo glad Hottie took me there. The shit CRACKED HARD. And surprisingly, I was STUFFED.
The food is ... hmmm how would I describe it? New-age maybe? If that's even a type of food cuisine lol. Just imagine wind chimes, incense, tribal music/lounge music, and the Himalayas. That's the only way I can describe it.
Anyway, I had the Chai tea and the curry egg salad sandwhich. It came with a small side salad. The tea was delish esp. on such a rainy day BUT I like my shit sweet. As in pour the sugar container for 10 seconds over my cup sweet so it wasn't my favorite but good nevertheless. The sammich however was yummy. I would've never thought to combine egg salad with curry and apple slices but it worked out great and went well with the Chai.
P.S. The aftertaste of the Chai tasted like Trix cereal , TRUST.
Hottie got the Egg bowl w/ duck and brown rice. It comes with a sauce too. Let me tell u. I'm not fond of duck at all. The only time I like to eat it is at Chinese Banquets when it comes with that sweet plum sauce and those cute little bread thingies. This duck tasted like fucking tocino though Hollerrrr!
So just imagine booghie tocilog that's just as good and healthier for u.
For dessert I had the chocolate chip bread pudding. Why I didn't take a picture dumbfounds me but it was good. Warm and sweet, and cripsy on the edges.
I liked the place so much I went back today during my lunch and sat by myself like a longer 'cuz it's JUST THAT GOOD.
Today I had the aloe vera with cucumber drink. It's sweet!
I tend to stay away from eating or dirnking things that sound like I should rub on my body instead but this drink is soooo refreshing. It went perfectly with my wasabi cesar salad w/ smoked salmon and artichoke. If you're a wasabi and salmon fan this is THE SHIT. Just the right amount of each flavor so that one doesn't overpower the other and you don't get sick of it.
Whenever the taste would get slightly "much" I'd just wash it down with some of my drink.
The portion was pretty big and worth the $10. I didn't have time for dessert but I will definitely try the rice pudding next. The price average is pretty much $10. My God the food is so good that I'm writing this square ass blog about it LOL.
The best part is all the dishes are so different that I'd go back tomorow with no hesitation 'cuz I know I won't get sick of the taste. I'm going to order the egg bowl next time :)
**EDITORS NOTE*** This blog was actually written last month.
At any rate I am soooo glad Hottie took me there. The shit CRACKED HARD. And surprisingly, I was STUFFED.
The food is ... hmmm how would I describe it? New-age maybe? If that's even a type of food cuisine lol. Just imagine wind chimes, incense, tribal music/lounge music, and the Himalayas. That's the only way I can describe it.
Anyway, I had the Chai tea and the curry egg salad sandwhich. It came with a small side salad. The tea was delish esp. on such a rainy day BUT I like my shit sweet. As in pour the sugar container for 10 seconds over my cup sweet so it wasn't my favorite but good nevertheless. The sammich however was yummy. I would've never thought to combine egg salad with curry and apple slices but it worked out great and went well with the Chai.
P.S. The aftertaste of the Chai tasted like Trix cereal , TRUST.
Hottie got the Egg bowl w/ duck and brown rice. It comes with a sauce too. Let me tell u. I'm not fond of duck at all. The only time I like to eat it is at Chinese Banquets when it comes with that sweet plum sauce and those cute little bread thingies. This duck tasted like fucking tocino though Hollerrrr!
So just imagine booghie tocilog that's just as good and healthier for u.
For dessert I had the chocolate chip bread pudding. Why I didn't take a picture dumbfounds me but it was good. Warm and sweet, and cripsy on the edges.
I liked the place so much I went back today during my lunch and sat by myself like a longer 'cuz it's JUST THAT GOOD.
Today I had the aloe vera with cucumber drink. It's sweet!
I tend to stay away from eating or dirnking things that sound like I should rub on my body instead but this drink is soooo refreshing. It went perfectly with my wasabi cesar salad w/ smoked salmon and artichoke. If you're a wasabi and salmon fan this is THE SHIT. Just the right amount of each flavor so that one doesn't overpower the other and you don't get sick of it.
Whenever the taste would get slightly "much" I'd just wash it down with some of my drink.
The portion was pretty big and worth the $10. I didn't have time for dessert but I will definitely try the rice pudding next. The price average is pretty much $10. My God the food is so good that I'm writing this square ass blog about it LOL.
The best part is all the dishes are so different that I'd go back tomorow with no hesitation 'cuz I know I won't get sick of the taste. I'm going to order the egg bowl next time :)
**EDITORS NOTE*** This blog was actually written last month.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Rhythm Heaven
If you have a DS(i) go and get Rhythm Heaven RIGHT NOW! Guaranteed to provide you with hours of fun nonsense that will have u looking like the retard at the airport giggin to absolutely NOTHING 'cuz no one can see what ur doing.
P.S. Glee Club is the cutest game ever. Oh, and my new teal DSi is the SHIT. Good thing I lost my pink one in Hawaii :)
P.S. Glee Club is the cutest game ever. Oh, and my new teal DSi is the SHIT. Good thing I lost my pink one in Hawaii :)
MAJOR FAIL.
Dear Cassie,
You are still beautiful but what in wannabe Kelis on crack is this hot mess right here? What happened? Did Amber Rose take ur original idea or something? 'Cuz u were better off just shaving all that shit off and being bald! I understand ur tryna get out of that "Quit your singing career and just be a model," niche but this is NOT the way to do it. U are way too fabulous for this shit.
Yes Cassie, now u are unique ... just like everybody else.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Hood Rich.
Written Wednesday, September 14, 2005
(When as u will read, I SWORE I was moving to NY)
So I'm taking the escalator up from the Powell St. Bart station on my way to work this afternoon and it looks like shit outside. The sky is a gloomy shade of, "Only in San Francisco gray," and the smell of piss lingers in the air only to be cut short by a fragrance I call city funk. Yet - homeboys with phatty out-of-towner accents behind me are all:
"Dude, its so SICK outside. It's even better at night."
And despite the fact that I'm officially convinced that summer does NOT exist in my city - I couldn't agree with them more.
I swear, it's like I'm fuckin married to the block and we got this love-hate relationship going on (Don't play I know yall feel me on that one!).
I'll admit it, every now and then I take advantage of the relationship...and sometimes I even go astray like when I went to NY last year...ooh and then there goes summer in South Beach...and WHO can forget Vegas just a few weeks ago? But don't get shit twisted - I love my city and my city loves me.
Just when I think I'm almost tired of the same ol' same ol' routine, we get a 75 degree day in October, or find a hidden hot spot. So when a bitch is eyeing my territory, instead of throwing attitude, I smile 'cuz I get to wake up every morning to it.
I guess sometimes we just need to be reminded of what we got. Like when u get mad at yo' man for lookin at another female then ur best friend tells u that her nigga of 8 years beat her, cheated on her, took out all the money in the account, and is gay. Don't u just wanna hug a mufucka after that?
Same difference.
I'll put on a skirt on a warm ass morning to get rained on 3 hours later and be pissed off as fuck. Then, one of those surprisingly warm nights will occur where I can sleep with the windows open and we kiss and makeup. Or I'll take that 6th street exit at night to see the city skyline gradually emerge in the horizon and I fall in love all over again.
From the sex shops on Broadway to the tacquerias in the Mission. From pipe dreams on Haight St. to boutiques in the Filmore. From the Bow and Arrow on Embarcadero to the tulip garden by Ocean Beach. From SOMA shows to running through sprinklers in the Sunset - I LOVE ME SOME SF.
I write for my college magazine and the theme of our next issue is "Culture," as in what makes up the Bay Area? I thought about the city of New Orleans and the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and I COULD NOT fathom something as horrific like that happening in San Francisco.
The 3 blocks on Taraval I practically grew up on. The exit I got arrested on. The hill I used to run down when I would cut class. The bus routes I remember by heart. The first 21 club I snuck into. The liquor store I first stole from. The favorite bonfire spots. The park whose bridge me and my homegirl accidentally broke. The alarm at the Coit Tower that we set off while condoning underaged drinking. The church I seen my first love at. The parking lot I had... :oX
And who HASN'T taken some unsuspecting out-of-towner to Stow Lake, Cats Eye, or the Legion of Honor?
To think it could be gone tomorow. It's a reality I must consider.
Often times you'll hear that all good things come to an end, and I feel like that about this concrete jungle I call home. Especially since I'll be moving to the East Coast in a year or two.
I almost feel like I'm having an affair, but I love my city for what IT IS and what IT IS NOT. And every good relationship is about trust, communication, understanding, and compromise.
For every "Mad," I say, u best believe u finna hear 5 "Hella's," afterwards. My neighbors will eventually know the lyrics to "Five on It," and if u ever see me on the streets make sure to holla. It shouldn't be too hard to spot me, 'cuz I'll be the one in the Giants jersey.
Fuck leaving my heart in San Francisco, San Francisco's coming with me.
(When as u will read, I SWORE I was moving to NY)
So I'm taking the escalator up from the Powell St. Bart station on my way to work this afternoon and it looks like shit outside. The sky is a gloomy shade of, "Only in San Francisco gray," and the smell of piss lingers in the air only to be cut short by a fragrance I call city funk. Yet - homeboys with phatty out-of-towner accents behind me are all:
"Dude, its so SICK outside. It's even better at night."
And despite the fact that I'm officially convinced that summer does NOT exist in my city - I couldn't agree with them more.
I swear, it's like I'm fuckin married to the block and we got this love-hate relationship going on (Don't play I know yall feel me on that one!).
I'll admit it, every now and then I take advantage of the relationship...and sometimes I even go astray like when I went to NY last year...ooh and then there goes summer in South Beach...and WHO can forget Vegas just a few weeks ago? But don't get shit twisted - I love my city and my city loves me.
Just when I think I'm almost tired of the same ol' same ol' routine, we get a 75 degree day in October, or find a hidden hot spot. So when a bitch is eyeing my territory, instead of throwing attitude, I smile 'cuz I get to wake up every morning to it.
I guess sometimes we just need to be reminded of what we got. Like when u get mad at yo' man for lookin at another female then ur best friend tells u that her nigga of 8 years beat her, cheated on her, took out all the money in the account, and is gay. Don't u just wanna hug a mufucka after that?
Same difference.
I'll put on a skirt on a warm ass morning to get rained on 3 hours later and be pissed off as fuck. Then, one of those surprisingly warm nights will occur where I can sleep with the windows open and we kiss and makeup. Or I'll take that 6th street exit at night to see the city skyline gradually emerge in the horizon and I fall in love all over again.
From the sex shops on Broadway to the tacquerias in the Mission. From pipe dreams on Haight St. to boutiques in the Filmore. From the Bow and Arrow on Embarcadero to the tulip garden by Ocean Beach. From SOMA shows to running through sprinklers in the Sunset - I LOVE ME SOME SF.
I write for my college magazine and the theme of our next issue is "Culture," as in what makes up the Bay Area? I thought about the city of New Orleans and the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and I COULD NOT fathom something as horrific like that happening in San Francisco.
The 3 blocks on Taraval I practically grew up on. The exit I got arrested on. The hill I used to run down when I would cut class. The bus routes I remember by heart. The first 21 club I snuck into. The liquor store I first stole from. The favorite bonfire spots. The park whose bridge me and my homegirl accidentally broke. The alarm at the Coit Tower that we set off while condoning underaged drinking. The church I seen my first love at. The parking lot I had... :oX
And who HASN'T taken some unsuspecting out-of-towner to Stow Lake, Cats Eye, or the Legion of Honor?
To think it could be gone tomorow. It's a reality I must consider.
Often times you'll hear that all good things come to an end, and I feel like that about this concrete jungle I call home. Especially since I'll be moving to the East Coast in a year or two.
I almost feel like I'm having an affair, but I love my city for what IT IS and what IT IS NOT. And every good relationship is about trust, communication, understanding, and compromise.
For every "Mad," I say, u best believe u finna hear 5 "Hella's," afterwards. My neighbors will eventually know the lyrics to "Five on It," and if u ever see me on the streets make sure to holla. It shouldn't be too hard to spot me, 'cuz I'll be the one in the Giants jersey.
Fuck leaving my heart in San Francisco, San Francisco's coming with me.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
UGH.
I currently have the mother of all pimples growing right below the inner part of my right nostril. It's forming it's own colony as we speak and is threatening to hold me for ransom if I don't meet their demands. Dude. I have 3 white heads in 1 pimple. How in the fuck?
I swear the only reason God created pimples is to check us when we start to feel ourselves a lil' too much.
I swear the only reason God created pimples is to check us when we start to feel ourselves a lil' too much.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
It's Raining Game in Northern California.
Not only did it NOT rain on our opening day game parade, but we also won 10-6 against Milwaukee! What better way to start off the season!
I unfortunately wasn't able to attend the game due to work but I was able to get a live play by play courtesy of SFGate and my co-worker who like me, is a diehard Giants fan. TRUST, before u could even pronouce Gigante I was attending games with the rest of the kids at SOMO. Hopefully, we'll do just as good when I go on the 21st!
Wearing orange and black is SO much more than a fashion statement for me - Please belive it.
I unfortunately wasn't able to attend the game due to work but I was able to get a live play by play courtesy of SFGate and my co-worker who like me, is a diehard Giants fan. TRUST, before u could even pronouce Gigante I was attending games with the rest of the kids at SOMO. Hopefully, we'll do just as good when I go on the 21st!
Wearing orange and black is SO much more than a fashion statement for me - Please belive it.
Foodgasm of the Day - Coco's Crawfish
My roommate told me about this place less than a month ago and I've been there 4 times since. Not so much because the food is great (Although it is good), but mostly because we really don't have anything else like this in San Francisco - what more the Set.
Located on 25th and Irving, Coco's Crawfish has a simple interior that reminds me once again, of an Asian Gang front where they throw illegal gambling tourneys upstairs.
The shrimp is $11.99/pound and the crawfish is $12.99/pound so it can get pretty expensive depending on how much u eat. Both are served in a plastic bag of spicy yet sweet garlic buttery goodness. Whether it's a cajun sauce as advertised, I'm not sure, but it's still really good and it's what makes the corn and sausage (.60 cents a piece) "drips down ur chin" delicious.
If ur a crawifh fan like my bf who sucks on that head like a gay man u'll probably like it - but I don't. It's just way too much work for someone who doesn't have any patience. So I thought I found my savior when I tried the shrimp, until I ordered it once and it tasted pasty. All hope was almost lost UNTIL I tried the crab ($13.99/pound?) which was served fresh out the aquarium lol. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. It was some of the best crab I've EVER tasted. In addition to it being meaty, the meat itself was so flavorful - I didn't even have to dip it in anything. It definitely saved the day.
Overall, I'd still suggest the spot to a friend. The vibe is chill and fun! U get to wear a bib, eat with ur hands, and get dirrrty. It's definitely not for the prissy. I am not a crawfish connosoir so unless u have another place u can compare this spot to, it should suffice ur shellfish craving. And if ur not a seafood fan, the pretty waitresses provide a good amount of eye-candy.
Located on 25th and Irving, Coco's Crawfish has a simple interior that reminds me once again, of an Asian Gang front where they throw illegal gambling tourneys upstairs.
The shrimp is $11.99/pound and the crawfish is $12.99/pound so it can get pretty expensive depending on how much u eat. Both are served in a plastic bag of spicy yet sweet garlic buttery goodness. Whether it's a cajun sauce as advertised, I'm not sure, but it's still really good and it's what makes the corn and sausage (.60 cents a piece) "drips down ur chin" delicious.
If ur a crawifh fan like my bf who sucks on that head like a gay man u'll probably like it - but I don't. It's just way too much work for someone who doesn't have any patience. So I thought I found my savior when I tried the shrimp, until I ordered it once and it tasted pasty. All hope was almost lost UNTIL I tried the crab ($13.99/pound?) which was served fresh out the aquarium lol. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. It was some of the best crab I've EVER tasted. In addition to it being meaty, the meat itself was so flavorful - I didn't even have to dip it in anything. It definitely saved the day.
Overall, I'd still suggest the spot to a friend. The vibe is chill and fun! U get to wear a bib, eat with ur hands, and get dirrrty. It's definitely not for the prissy. I am not a crawfish connosoir so unless u have another place u can compare this spot to, it should suffice ur shellfish craving. And if ur not a seafood fan, the pretty waitresses provide a good amount of eye-candy.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Quote of the Day
"People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway."~Mother TheresaI swear Nas and Mama-T could've been separated at birth lol.
"Much success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite~Nas
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is..."
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Grounded.
It's been a little over a week since I've been home and in my room for more than a quick change of clothes. In between work, gigs, attempting to get back in shape, birthday parties, and Rideau - my room looks like Hurricane Katrina dun ran through the Crazy Horse dressing room.
It's a beautiful ass day outside and the roomies are que'n it up in the backyard, but I'm telling myself that I can't go outside to play until I finish cleaning my room.
See yall next Tuesday :(
BY THE WAY...
It's a beautiful ass day outside and the roomies are que'n it up in the backyard, but I'm telling myself that I can't go outside to play until I finish cleaning my room.
See yall next Tuesday :(
BY THE WAY...
Friday, April 3, 2009
Say Hello, to the Bad Guy
It's no secret Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars. Between double standards, the definition of "love," and remembering to put the toilet seat back down (or up), there is an abundance of things men and women don't see eye to eye on. Perhaps one of the most misunderstood assumptions men have about women, is that we only like assholes.
Matter fact, if I hear another one of my jaded male friends tell me that the girl who broke their heart, "only goes for assholes," I may have to rip 'em a vagina.
Sorry sweety, but the truth is: They just didn't go for YOU.
Most men have the strangest presumption that women like "assholes" based on their track record. Because they're still in love with their last boyfriend who either cheated on them, beat them, lied to them, or enacted some other sort of horrific betrayal upon them. Now, I know it may seem hard to believe, but I PROMISE you when I say that cheating, beating, and lying are not relationship requirements to us.
Usually, we are fooled by a man dressed in tinfoil who pretended to be a knight in shining armor.But by the time we uncover the truth it's too late - we're already in love, caught up, or too involved. And then sometimes we're attracted to men we know aren't good for us because we simply hope we're wrong. Whatever the reason be, it's definitely NOT because we want an asshole.
What we DO WANT however, is someone who will let us walk WITH them and not walk all over them. Someone who will allow us to be the strong women we are but still put us in our place when need be. Someone who would do anything in the world for us but WON'T, just so we stay appreciative. Someone who is nice but NOT a pushover. Someone who can be jealous at times, but never insecure. Someone who is a man's man but let's us put makeup on him when we're bored and in need of a good laugh. Someone who lays all their cards on the table BUT plays them well. Someone who has his own agenda, own routine, own dreams, own friends, own priorities, and own life - but is willing to share NOT give them to us.
So the next time you THINK a female doesn't like u because u were too nice to her, don't go slappin the broad around in a lame attempt to be an "asshole." 'Cuz the only thing worse than someone not liking you for the person you are, is a person hating you for the person you pretended (Thnx Rach) to be.
Matter fact, if I hear another one of my jaded male friends tell me that the girl who broke their heart, "only goes for assholes," I may have to rip 'em a vagina.
Sorry sweety, but the truth is: They just didn't go for YOU.
Most men have the strangest presumption that women like "assholes" based on their track record. Because they're still in love with their last boyfriend who either cheated on them, beat them, lied to them, or enacted some other sort of horrific betrayal upon them. Now, I know it may seem hard to believe, but I PROMISE you when I say that cheating, beating, and lying are not relationship requirements to us.
Usually, we are fooled by a man dressed in tinfoil who pretended to be a knight in shining armor.But by the time we uncover the truth it's too late - we're already in love, caught up, or too involved. And then sometimes we're attracted to men we know aren't good for us because we simply hope we're wrong. Whatever the reason be, it's definitely NOT because we want an asshole.
What we DO WANT however, is someone who will let us walk WITH them and not walk all over them. Someone who will allow us to be the strong women we are but still put us in our place when need be. Someone who would do anything in the world for us but WON'T, just so we stay appreciative. Someone who is nice but NOT a pushover. Someone who can be jealous at times, but never insecure. Someone who is a man's man but let's us put makeup on him when we're bored and in need of a good laugh. Someone who lays all their cards on the table BUT plays them well. Someone who has his own agenda, own routine, own dreams, own friends, own priorities, and own life - but is willing to share NOT give them to us.
So the next time you THINK a female doesn't like u because u were too nice to her, don't go slappin the broad around in a lame attempt to be an "asshole." 'Cuz the only thing worse than someone not liking you for the person you are, is a person hating you for the person you pretended (Thnx Rach) to be.
First for Everything.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Hot Bitch of the Day - Amber Rose
I remember first seeing Amber Rose in Ludacris's I Know What Them Girls Like video and thinking, "That is one pretty ass bald bitch!" Since then, she's been sitting front row during Paris Fashion Week and gracing every paparazzi photo posing as Kanyeezy's new arm candy.
With her signature spandex tights that look like they were painted on and futuristic shades, she definitely matches Kanye's fly. Bi-sexual or not, any man OR woman can see her appeal. Amidst a sea of video vixens, I definitely think she found a way to stand out. Soo all you gold-diggers out there STEP YA GAME UP!
With her signature spandex tights that look like they were painted on and futuristic shades, she definitely matches Kanye's fly. Bi-sexual or not, any man OR woman can see her appeal. Amidst a sea of video vixens, I definitely think she found a way to stand out. Soo all you gold-diggers out there STEP YA GAME UP!
She actually reminds me of Kim K. in the flic:
And now onto the baldness! This is one of my favorite outfits of hers!
Now patna lemme upgrade ya.
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