Coolio

I think she is super cool. She screams confidence and I love her hair...I wonder if "Amina" will be like that a year from now....Anyways this is Julia Sarr-Jamois--a 22yr model turned fashion editor at Wonderland magazine...google her.

Day 5

pic via Nitrolicious

It's going on Day 5 and my computer is still fighting the cyber herpes its contracted from being a whore bag. The ability to not be able to plop down on my bed and watch hours of Asian dramas, facebook, waste meaningful hours web surfing, and uploading photos on to here because I am creeping at work updating my blog is really taking it's toll....but I am a strong woman and I will survive. Anyways this past weekend was ok...the usual weekend flo..Bday din din party , my Saturday ass kickin by Tyger B, and whatever randomness mixed in. Sunday was the debut of the Zac Posen for Target collection and I was hype. I had planned the night prior setting a game plan on which Target to hit up that would have the least amount of "non-fashionable" people living in its vicinity. This way I wouldn't have to knock out a biotch over the shirt and other goodies I saw. Sooo Sunday came and it was raining cats and dogs and I arrived to Target about 30-45 mins after the Target opened and made a bee line for the Women's section. I saw the clothes from like 50 feet away and could feel the smile automatically plaster across my face because the section was completely empty. So pat on the back for Tiffso, for picking the right Target to hit up. As I continued my decent upon the section, my face that contained a Kool-Aid smile bigger than the Kool-Aid man himself slowly lessened as I got a better view of the clothes....and boy was I disappointed.

WHY I'M REALIZING THAT THE GO INTERNATIONAL LINE IS A BUST....

1. I don't expect extravagant fabrics that was woven from Japanese silk worms or cotton that was hand pulled by someone on some foreign factory..but this stuff was soo stiff like it was saturated in Fabric starch. What happened to cotton or a nice soft cotton blend..not its crazy demented sisters Poly and Ester.

2. The clothes that I saw in the pictures looked 200 times better. So I felt dicked when I saw the items in person that I wanted to but buy and was completely saddened by its appearance. The power of photo shop and a decent DSLR camera.

3. When I tried on the clothes in my "Target sizes" apparently they were either too small or way to big. Even when I got them on there was no halo of light shining on my face not even a flicker....I got more of a glow from a Target brand skirt I picked up.

4. Even though we are at Target, I feel like the $24.50 that they want to charge for this designer can be spent on something else of better quality, so that I wont be cursing myself out later because the $24.50 tee that I wore twice stretched out or bled colors.

In the end I walked out Target Zac Posen-less but with my bare necessities...toothpaste, some Soap, allergy medicine, a DVD, other items that I probably didnt need but couldn't turn down because it nicely priced and a hot dog in hand. So honestly, I was relieved that my pockets weren't sittin on cotton and that the money I thought I would be dishing out would be going to future purchases of something else.

Freaky Friday

Today started off on the Crap Scale on level craptacular. I discovered my my first born e-baby Dell contracted cyber herpes so I can't use any programs on my computer. I feel like an unfit mother, so I'll be updating from random places until I get this malware virus off.

So, as I continued my daily routine of working for the man I decided to gorge myself in whatever I felt like for breakfast....Egg white with turkey sausage on a bagel. I know it isn't the Lumberjack deluxe at Denny's but it's a 180 for me, and I failed to mention I had tapioca pudding on the side too :P. But as the day continued to move on small rays of hope was able to beam through my fog of discouragement and blight. Uncle Sam came through and helped me get rid of some unnecessary debt so the Crap Scale meter moved to level crap.

And then lunch time rolled around....and then I walked past Barney's Co-op...then went into Barney's Co-op because a lady was having trouble getting her stroller in the door....went to the shoe department.......

AND I lie to not I heard the sound of violins, harps, followed by an orchestra and Italian ladies singing opera tunes of :

"AAAAAWWWWWWWWW HHHHHAAAAAAAA LLLLLAAA,

looketh at meee arent I fiiinnnnnneeee

Trrrrryy mee onn inn yourrrrrr

SIIIIIIIIZZZEEEEEEEEEEE"

And that is what I did because I walked out the store feeling uber better with 2 pairs of shoes for the summer :) ....I got them in Black and in the green because I thought it would be different. They are better in person than via photo.

photo: barneys.com

Friends don't lie to friends

Dear P,

I feel as though I need to really express my real feelings on our "relationship". You come every month usually around the same time or unexpected as if we are close friends, bringing nothing but sad side glances and a week of attitude. At least a true friend would bring me candy or some delights, but not you. I think you need to pick up a Webster and read what the definition of friend is. By writing this I thought it would clear up the air and put both parties on the same wave length. WE ARE NOT FRIENDS. I may call you my "friend" but please please understand I am using it in a sarcastic tone whenever I use this adjective with you. If anything for a better choice of wording your more of a nuisance then a friend, maybe even borderline frenemy. I know this is harsh, but after evaluating out relationship for of the past 15 something years of my life this is how I truly view you. I could remember the time when you purposely embarrassed me on various occasions, even tho I turned the other cheek and probably cursed you out under my breath a few times, I still accepted you. A true friend would never do such things. I recall our first meeting and it involved lots of phone calls from my mother, grandmothers, and aunts. No child under the age of 16 wants to discuss you to a family relative. I'm sure you gushed in delight ( 0_0). The list goes on and on.

It's even to the point when my male friends have noticed and have called you as being a "Debbie downer", a "Cock blocker", and other negative comments which I shall not repeat. The point is I really don’t like you that much and am happier when your not around.

But there were times when I did grow concern for you because you came a few days late with out any notice. Being inconsiderate of another person's time is not acceptable. We live in 2010, you could've tweeted, skyped, fbooked, emailed, used smoke signals, pen palled, or even called to let me know of your late arrival. Being considerate is what build strong bonds that make relationships meaningful. I'm not sure if I could ever give you the friend sticker. Yeah we have gone through a lot but damnit I just don't feel you at times. There were a few occasions when I did welcome you with open arms but I don't think it will have a big impact on my feelings for you.

I mean we are stuck together for the next 30 plus years. We can't always choose who we want to be with, but sometimes we get stuck with that person and just have to deal with. Let's just get along and bae this ride that is called life. I hope that this letter will not offend you but only bring a clear understanding and a continuing cordialitity ( is that even a real word) among us.

Yours truely,
Tiffsoyo

P.s. see you next month loser

So I Succumbed to it, I've given in....

To twitter....yes yes I know, but if you can focus your beautiful eyeballs to the middle of the left screen you will find it there. And at that location I EXPECT you to join because.......

1. You love me
2. I'm your friend and friends do things for friends because if they didn't they wouldn't be friends
3. I'm entertaining
4. we like ice cream
5. you owe me....maybe
6. I like you and maybe homo for you in a non-homosexual way :)
7. I know your interested in the random things that go in my head


so yeah, click on me and follow me if you dare...if not, then you better at least follow this blog on a regular bi weekly basis. :)

SHAWTY WHAT YOUR NAME ISSSS....

Get it divaaaaaaass ::snappin my fingers:: and white chicies ::snap snap:: Eyezzz see youu....

"So you think you can dance?.....According to my teacher I can NOW WHAT NINJAAAA!

I'm sooo hyped today because I got approached by one of my three "hip-hop" (I hate using that word) teachers that I could move up to the next group level. This is how in my mind the conversation went::

Sitting in the bathroom/change room sweating and panting like crazy....in walks "C"

C: Why don't you come to the other class* any more? (*other means her beginner/ intermediate class, I'm currently in her intro/beginner class)

I felt as though a spot light and heavenly music began to play

Me: Huuuh, because I went the one time and I was like wtfrench toast is going on. My arms and legs were flinging all over like a muppet.

C: Naww I think your getting way better and should consider doing doubles

Me: Really! ( so hyped at this point, yet trying to play cool) I feel as though I am getting better and was considering trying the next level again.

C: You should, you may have a few times where it may feel awkward but you will catch on...blah blah..see you next week

:: And she leaves, and I am sitting there like "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! LOOK AT ME NOW LOOOK AT MEEEE NOOOOOOWWW!!! HAAAAAHhahahahahahahahahahha::

So yes I am pressed and will be soon attending the next level in classes. Which also means.......soon I will be good enough to be filmed!!! Please cue in the Jefferson's theme music.

Also here are two videos of my favorite teachers...the first one is Colette Tini and the other is Tyger B. I think they are so awesome to the point were I still find myself in awe and still a bit shy and quiet when in class with them.

She is the one with the red plaid shirt on. I love her she is soooo funny during class.


This one is Tyger B....aka the "silent killer" because he comes off as quiet in class but will work you like your enrolled in a boot camp and have yourself asking if "This is beginner right?" and "If your being punished by God for eating that entire pizza by yourself the previous night, when you shouldve had a salad" several times during the warm up. But I heart him anyways.

AMINA!!!

GOOOO Girl it's your one month Birthday say AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!







Today April 12,2010 marks my one month hair birthday for "Amina". I'm still in awe at how much she has grown and all the wonders that come along with going natural.





Sooo in honor of it all as a present........................................I bought these shoes :)

pic from Nine West