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- Kim
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Swizz X Louboutin
Swizz Beatz released on his twitter that he's designing shoes for Christian Louboutin for a 2010 release. Fire.
- Kim
Snow in ATL
- Kim
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Life as ME
Hey it's me BEE! So Im back fellow bloggers.I couldnt leave my {kim} standing alone. Haven't blogged in a while, because {college} really took a toll on me. It can be the most stressful experience or the most fun experience from late night study sessions, partying, meeting new people, and schoolwork, blogging can become kinda forgetful but I apologize 2 my {wardrobe fam}{:)}. Ok now back 2 my life...my college experience is very...hmmm...{interesting}. I grew up faster, met the most coolest friends, and accomplished a lot of goals. Being in college also makes you look at the world different and remember whats important in life like helping others and helping yourself become a better person. Well on that note im getting sleepy, gotta {study} and pack...returning 2 my {college life} 2morrow :-))
XOXO-BEE
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Are You a Twilighter too?
About three things I was absolutely positive.First, Edward was a vampire.Second, there was a part of him---and I didn't know how dominant that part might be---that thirsted for my blood.And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
For the past two Fridays nights, I've watched the movie 'Twilight' with a different set of my friends, and I swear I see something new in that movie each time (I finally noticed that the book cover of someone holding an apple was a scene in the movie). I'm kind of in love with the saga; I'm reading 'New Moon' now. I'm starting a little tradition: See the movie once, buy the novel, read the novel, then watch the movie thousands of times. ;PI'm the world's best predator aren't I?
Everything about me invites you in---
my voice, my face, even my smell.
As if I need any of that!
These are my favorite Twilight quotes of all time by the way... I cannot wait to see what quotes come out of New Moon... Stephenie Meyer is a work of art herself.
And so the lion feel in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, mosochistic lion.
The first time I saw the movie Twilight was with Bee... don't you guys miss Bee? She's promised to blog more, i promise.
- Kim
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
More... Old... Poetry.
This one's a tanka:
Blues
The vast blue ocean
It looks so wide and so deep
If only he knew
How I admire him so
He would probably behave
- Kim
Saturday, January 30, 2010
If My Heart Was a House, You'd Be Home.
I found the cutest thing on YouTube today. Somebody took Owl City's lyrics and composed a video depicting the song and dedicated it to their best friend. I love this... and Owl City. :)
Flower bomb perfume; all my clothes smell like you, 'cause your favorite shade is navy blue.
- Kim
GT Stand Up
I never did tell you guys the good news from my December Steam, so I'll tell you some now. I was in Guyana for the end of December and some of the New Year, and I had the time of my life. I even wrote a speech on it for my speech etiquette club ( I won best speech award that week too, by the way ;-P ). Here goes....
I still remember when the Usher Confessions CD came out. It was in the year 2004, and I was in the 6th grade. I had gotten the CD for my birthday, but I had to share it with my brother, because we wanted the same CD. There was one song that stood out to me on the album, but it never made it to the radio. It was towards the end of the disc, track 12 I believe, and it was entitled ‘Simple Things.’ The song was about how people usually forget the simple things in life and it stressed that money cannot buy love. It’s funny, because I never fully understood the meaning until my recent visit to Guyana, and I also added on my own meaning. Money cannot buy happiness either.
As you all probably remember from previous speeches, my family is of Guyanese descent. My brother and I had heard so much about Guyana, but never experienced any of it first hand until last month. December 27, 2009. That was the day that was marked on our calendars for months in advance. The day that my brother and I begged to change to flight to, because we didn’t even want to spend Christmas in a different country. It was the day we boarded the plane for nine days away from home, and everything that we were used to.
Since our flight was not until 6 o'clock in the afternoon that day, we had plenty of time to overpack and anticipate the flight during the daylight. Now, going to Guyana is not a straight flight, our first flight was actually to New York, at the John F. Kennedy International Airport. We landed there around 8:30 PM, still in our jackets, scarves, and gloves from Atlanta’s cold weather, knowing that it would come in handy in New York. 'One flight down, one more to go,' I thought after we landed, but the flight to Guyana wasn’t until midnight. Great... Way to start of the trip.
From looking at all of the elderly people in our gate, and listening to my mom crack jokes, I began to develop an idea of what to expect the next morning when I landed.
“You see only old people come back home to Guyana,” my mom laughed, “The youth just stays in America when they get their chance to leave home.” My mom hadn’t been back to Guyana for over 20 years, so I took her seriously. Nonetheless, I was still beginning to get anxious about finally getting to go to Guyana, and I didn’t care whether it was a country full of old people or not.
As anxious as I was, the five hour flight comforted me. I slept through the night listening to Kelly Clarkson, and woke up to breakfast on the plane. Sweet.
‘This is it’ I thought when we landed, and exited the plane by climbing down stairs leading outside into the breezy, and more humid air of Guyana. I couldn’t help smiling and looking all around me. As soon as my feet hit the concrete, I took out my camera and started taking pictures of the 'Welcome To Guyana' and 'Happy Holidays' signs, like I’d never seen such things before.
When we walked into the airport, I noticed and immediate difference. For one it was smaller, the lines were longer, and it was obvious there was a lack of technology, and every airport process moved slower. My brother and I looked at each other and just sighed. We sighed all the way until we got outside where the mosquitoes and heat immediately began to attack us Americans. But then, all of a sudden we saw a lady, who strangely resembled my mom, that was yelling her name. It was her sister, sister-in-law, and brother. Family I thought, and my usual smile returned to my face.
They were all so nice in helping us get settled in, and the crazy, left-side of the road drivers didn’t even bother me that much. On my first day in Guyana, I must’ve met more family than I’ve even met before in my whole life. I never knew how little family I actually had in America.
Honestly, it was pretty different to me at first, and all I wanted to do was sleep some more, and change out of my hot clothes. I thought that sleeping would solve my problems. Sleep would take care of the mosquitoes, the heat without air conditioning, and the awkwardness of meeting new people and not knowing what to say…. But I couldn’t sleep all day… my cousins wouldn’t let me.
My older cousin Devina, shook me awake and told me to get up and meet my cousins… and I listened willingly, it was like I already knew her… it was like I knew everybody in a way. It was like being in class with the same person all year, but never saying anything to them until the year was almost over…. And my year was almost over. I knew that with college next year, there would be no telling when I’d be able to visit Guyana again, and I began to make the best of my trip.
It turned out to be the best vacation, ever. The weird thing is, I couldn’t even begin to tell you what I liked most about it. Most of the time we just played cards, dominos, and watched TV, but the presence of so much family was amazing. Being able to leave the doors open all day until it was time to go to sleep was amazing. Walking down the street and seeing goats, cows, chickens, roosters, even the ducks we kept in the backyard was amazing. Imagine it. Fresh fruit in the yard, homecooked meals, family, and appreciating the more important things in life. Doesn’t that sound… amazing? I did not want to leave. I didn’t want to go back to Georgia, to school, to AP calculus, to Trinidad and catch our flight to Atlanta. I just wanted to stay and play another round of dominos and mark my points down on the side of the table with a piece of chalk.
After spending the night in Trinidad, just with my mom and brother, and we caught our plane back to Atlanta, Simple Things by Usher came up on my iPod, and it made me do more than just bob my head this time. It made me think of my family not only in America, but in Guyana as well, and how happy both are, regardless of the country and the fortune of it. Going home with one less suitcase, and a heart full of gold, I listened to Usher say,
‘It’s the simple things in life we forget. You hear her talking, but don’t hear what she said. Why do you make something so easy so complicated? Searching for what’s right in front of your face, but you can’t see it.’
I still remember when the Usher Confessions CD came out. It was in the year 2004, and I was in the 6th grade. I had gotten the CD for my birthday, but I had to share it with my brother, because we wanted the same CD. There was one song that stood out to me on the album, but it never made it to the radio. It was towards the end of the disc, track 12 I believe, and it was entitled ‘Simple Things.’ The song was about how people usually forget the simple things in life and it stressed that money cannot buy love. It’s funny, because I never fully understood the meaning until my recent visit to Guyana, and I also added on my own meaning. Money cannot buy happiness either.
As you all probably remember from previous speeches, my family is of Guyanese descent. My brother and I had heard so much about Guyana, but never experienced any of it first hand until last month. December 27, 2009. That was the day that was marked on our calendars for months in advance. The day that my brother and I begged to change to flight to, because we didn’t even want to spend Christmas in a different country. It was the day we boarded the plane for nine days away from home, and everything that we were used to.
Since our flight was not until 6 o'clock in the afternoon that day, we had plenty of time to overpack and anticipate the flight during the daylight. Now, going to Guyana is not a straight flight, our first flight was actually to New York, at the John F. Kennedy International Airport. We landed there around 8:30 PM, still in our jackets, scarves, and gloves from Atlanta’s cold weather, knowing that it would come in handy in New York. 'One flight down, one more to go,' I thought after we landed, but the flight to Guyana wasn’t until midnight. Great... Way to start of the trip.
From looking at all of the elderly people in our gate, and listening to my mom crack jokes, I began to develop an idea of what to expect the next morning when I landed.
“You see only old people come back home to Guyana,” my mom laughed, “The youth just stays in America when they get their chance to leave home.” My mom hadn’t been back to Guyana for over 20 years, so I took her seriously. Nonetheless, I was still beginning to get anxious about finally getting to go to Guyana, and I didn’t care whether it was a country full of old people or not.
As anxious as I was, the five hour flight comforted me. I slept through the night listening to Kelly Clarkson, and woke up to breakfast on the plane. Sweet.
‘This is it’ I thought when we landed, and exited the plane by climbing down stairs leading outside into the breezy, and more humid air of Guyana. I couldn’t help smiling and looking all around me. As soon as my feet hit the concrete, I took out my camera and started taking pictures of the 'Welcome To Guyana' and 'Happy Holidays' signs, like I’d never seen such things before.
When we walked into the airport, I noticed and immediate difference. For one it was smaller, the lines were longer, and it was obvious there was a lack of technology, and every airport process moved slower. My brother and I looked at each other and just sighed. We sighed all the way until we got outside where the mosquitoes and heat immediately began to attack us Americans. But then, all of a sudden we saw a lady, who strangely resembled my mom, that was yelling her name. It was her sister, sister-in-law, and brother. Family I thought, and my usual smile returned to my face.
They were all so nice in helping us get settled in, and the crazy, left-side of the road drivers didn’t even bother me that much. On my first day in Guyana, I must’ve met more family than I’ve even met before in my whole life. I never knew how little family I actually had in America.
Honestly, it was pretty different to me at first, and all I wanted to do was sleep some more, and change out of my hot clothes. I thought that sleeping would solve my problems. Sleep would take care of the mosquitoes, the heat without air conditioning, and the awkwardness of meeting new people and not knowing what to say…. But I couldn’t sleep all day… my cousins wouldn’t let me.
My older cousin Devina, shook me awake and told me to get up and meet my cousins… and I listened willingly, it was like I already knew her… it was like I knew everybody in a way. It was like being in class with the same person all year, but never saying anything to them until the year was almost over…. And my year was almost over. I knew that with college next year, there would be no telling when I’d be able to visit Guyana again, and I began to make the best of my trip.
It turned out to be the best vacation, ever. The weird thing is, I couldn’t even begin to tell you what I liked most about it. Most of the time we just played cards, dominos, and watched TV, but the presence of so much family was amazing. Being able to leave the doors open all day until it was time to go to sleep was amazing. Walking down the street and seeing goats, cows, chickens, roosters, even the ducks we kept in the backyard was amazing. Imagine it. Fresh fruit in the yard, homecooked meals, family, and appreciating the more important things in life. Doesn’t that sound… amazing? I did not want to leave. I didn’t want to go back to Georgia, to school, to AP calculus, to Trinidad and catch our flight to Atlanta. I just wanted to stay and play another round of dominos and mark my points down on the side of the table with a piece of chalk.
After spending the night in Trinidad, just with my mom and brother, and we caught our plane back to Atlanta, Simple Things by Usher came up on my iPod, and it made me do more than just bob my head this time. It made me think of my family not only in America, but in Guyana as well, and how happy both are, regardless of the country and the fortune of it. Going home with one less suitcase, and a heart full of gold, I listened to Usher say,
‘It’s the simple things in life we forget. You hear her talking, but don’t hear what she said. Why do you make something so easy so complicated? Searching for what’s right in front of your face, but you can’t see it.’
I'll upload some videos and pictures from the trip a little later, but what do you think (if you took the time to read it lol)? I'm considering about using this speech for and upcoming speech-off.
- KimBreezy's Valentine's Day Mixtape
Chris Brown announced on his official fan site that he'd be dropping a mixtape for Valentine's Day.
Well now I know I have at least one thing to be looking forward to on February 14th.
- Kim
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Barbies?... or Ragdolls?
First off let me say that I love Nicki Minaj. When I first heard her a couple of years ago, I really thought she was the male version of Lil' Wayne, and everything she said I wanted to make into a Facebook status. The only problem is, I had so much more love for her before she was mainstream. The whole barbie thing was pretty cool, and she played the role well.
Now, imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but too much of it is just overwhelming. I'm starting to see more and more young females with a bang, pink highlights, and actually referring to themselves as barbies. Nicki Minaj encourages it too. I'd like to see how big her army of 'barbs' gets.
Here are the REAL Harajuku Barbies, as in the ones Gwen Stepfani designed to be worn, not portrayed. (photos by yours truly):
- Kim
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Brickfish
So i finally entered some photography into a contest... Let's see how this goes. :)
You can see the other photo entries on my Brickfish profile. Feel free to vote as many times as you like! :D ... any feedback?
- Kim
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Just Lovely
If you haven't already seen the movie The Lovely Bones, you should. I just saw it this weekend with a couple of my bestfriends, and it was great. There's just something about a realistic movie that gets me. I'm definitely going to have to buy the novel now. Not only was the story line lovely, but the actors and actresses were as well (especially Reece Ritchie).
- Kim
Umm Whatcha Say?
You've probably heard the popular song 'Whatcha Say' by Jason Derulo... but have you ever heard the song that he sampled for it? The original song is called 'Hide and Seek' by Imogen Heap. I'm not even going to lie, the song creeped me out at first, but you should check it out for yourself. The sample comes on at 2:52. ;)
- Kim
Monday, January 18, 2010
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