tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426801987278814442024-03-05T03:19:51.463-08:00Star Snatching*TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-50324991855661196772010-05-22T19:02:00.000-07:002010-05-22T19:05:41.557-07:00NewName** (pt 2)Sooo.. yeah the whole 'Forgotten Seraphim' thing was cool for a while ; while i thought the whole world didnt know who i was and while that mattered to me. but i have come to the realization the world will never know who i am if i dont know who i am.. so i have been soul searching; or in this case 'STAR SNATCHING*' .. <em>(clever right?... ok maybe not) . </em>but yeah my whole love for astronomy and the stars has only increased over the last few months and while trying to find myself and build myself, i have found refuge in the stars. (pssh im such a poet lol) . but yeah in case you were wondering where the new name came from.<br /><br />-PEACE . LOVE . & ALL THAT SPARKLY STUFF.TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-23732506737870618352010-05-22T18:54:00.000-07:002010-05-22T19:01:16.785-07:00NewName**<div align="center">well as my readers probably already know.. </div><div align="center">im not the brightest crayon in the box, </div><div align="center"><em>although i tend to be the favorite. </em></div><div align="center">but while filling out a few offical papers at school i noticed the spelling of my name on record was not the spelling i had been using for years. </div><div align="center">As you know i spell(ed) my name " Tia-Mone " </div><div align="center">come to find out my name is actually "Tia-Monai" not much of a difference but still ... </div><div align="center">I WAS SPELLING MY NAME WRONG ! lol. </div><div align="center">after a few weeks of contemplating should i just adopt the right way of spelling it or legally change it to "Mone" i decided, hey why not try something new. </div><div align="center">Everything else in my life is starting fresh why not start everything from scratch. </div><div align="center">I've even decided to ditch the dash <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(hey that sounds cool) </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">*repeats 3 more times, ditch the dash.. ditch the dash.. ditch the.. okay you get it*</span></em> </div><div align="center">So here you go blog world, I am now and will forever be (maybe) </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">TIAMONAI {nolastname.} *</span></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-75449934634454225592010-05-22T18:40:00.000-07:002010-05-22T18:54:07.837-07:00Home.<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgix0K_y-FhBL7oHWC3q6Dsdz33BJMaEDMcjPohgn4GLSFnZCvBxLWJOqV-Vm73bvyf4VnJOicPylIGeVpTlKfXyzmVd80YRr4mMYWXcBFSeYNENftzKcWRyZ08SG_ptTjVGefnE5un9Tw/s1600/128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474276801186908738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgix0K_y-FhBL7oHWC3q6Dsdz33BJMaEDMcjPohgn4GLSFnZCvBxLWJOqV-Vm73bvyf4VnJOicPylIGeVpTlKfXyzmVd80YRr4mMYWXcBFSeYNENftzKcWRyZ08SG_ptTjVGefnE5un9Tw/s320/128.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>So .. i'm offically home for the summer-<br />which means i have completed my first year of college =) !!!<br />ohh-- if only i could explain how beautiful my experiance was.<br />Although i had a rough time first semester and really wanted to transfer;<br />i have decided that DSU is the place for me.<br />I am now a Hornet and will be a Hornet.<br />yeah im corny i know. so what? its my blog =P !<br />i befriended some of the best people i have ever met #TEAM108 eoww lol.<br />my roomate(s) are gifts from god. =) </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474276792112072482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhj4EoP6H_-D5VX3syuynlVqpkpXUENDaJGKOaimty8hs6XSp_eUEimjsm8O-yaA2VHNkfqgdf2MIpX96DRxLGOk3320anGTCL2yEY6ZpZPWx_I1ACT3bmzatuFAbBKr7Xum9KVYdt9A/s320/095+(2).JPG" /><br /><div align="center">these girls along with my girlfriend, wife, number1, friend </div><div align="center">and a few others made my freshman year the best ! </div><div align="center">i cant wait to go back =) </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474276806225341218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMKNYMXE3YbFHGWR09EscTPHpQCqv8L_EEUBAtYhsPPwFhCxXfXPoLg3iDnej3KcTQk5f2dLPEnpam4M87LrmyFqfUgZ1Xht1Mv5Gbxxb8bTjRSJoF72t1r77lVg00a1iEhAnDr0CjaA/s320/Snapshot_20100423_6.jpg" />TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-29802242788936353062010-02-17T22:27:00.001-08:002010-02-17T22:27:52.419-08:00Relationships ??--FAiL !!! ... NEXTTTTTT !! .<br />*yup its just that simple*TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-21697782681477840042010-02-12T14:56:00.000-08:002010-02-12T14:59:57.927-08:00Blizzard Activities =)!!<object height="505" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFzrumCljq8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFzrumCljq8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align="center">** what we do at school when theres 3feet of snow on the ground </div><div align="center">and all the buildings on campus are closed ** </div><p align="center"><br /><br />Starring the pic wacka flacka fag !! <3>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-38381162597020637642010-01-14T18:11:00.000-08:002010-01-14T18:23:12.248-08:00Hes No "Baby" Anymore --<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG31PDZOxFP8tMylKoQmk4If8F8UTiRrMoNHhETDzgNMLwsv_0o3zqjawrLA3yz6L3lRfQJK-jg1hLuVB6RIHuAlXvfO1uCc1WIyT4pxiLvZVHKbYqQDf5DLEmZisX0FevIhX-6OiYEio/s1600-h/Nikon+photos+053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426784420819782834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG31PDZOxFP8tMylKoQmk4If8F8UTiRrMoNHhETDzgNMLwsv_0o3zqjawrLA3yz6L3lRfQJK-jg1hLuVB6RIHuAlXvfO1uCc1WIyT4pxiLvZVHKbYqQDf5DLEmZisX0FevIhX-6OiYEio/s320/Nikon+photos+053.JPG" border="0" /></a> D.JAY is no ones baby anymore -- </div><div align="center">he just had his first birthday !! </div><div align="center">HAPPY {belated} BIRTHDAY D.JAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426785503784747618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQxWk0e_S6U6ABm3AZdorzLDuvF3vgOVZs4VDiMBjOk9nCgWx5JgnFfL0h-vMlvNFmq0s1DUShUdMj361ovmBEAaOldNlumRkKWGkwFh17mIgcr2xy8y_yQMA1xavcjbbH-BOu2nlBUpc/s320/Nikon+photos+347.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">He's all grown now, nice and 7 , lol !! </div><div align="center">i miss my puppy hmph* </div><div align="center">but these pics are the closest to him i can get with me being at school! =(</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426785494384391042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVIYXtjNrNrKh4p4mB-I8VFTRQ_BqIswUar-OtR9Udap8YaejbKXkK6npgonLKvEZ8g9iPSGoNy7LldNabRS7EulfxhQbWwDiHT_FpWcG3pv05nL2nICgHNm8t7D2tUMpsDctUtqnJ3I/s320/Nikon+photos+335.JPG" border="0" /></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-18400720570402872192010-01-09T20:02:00.000-08:002010-01-09T20:48:58.262-08:00-- Mattel Made ?!*Shakes head vigorously* Now Ladies -- this whole "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ima</span> Barbie" epidemic has GOT to come to an end ! PLEASE ! I mean it was cute in the beginning everyone was a barbie ; then it was like "not only am i a barbie but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ima</span> Bad Barbie , or {even worse} <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ima</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Harajuku</span> Barbie". And that was cool - but what really caused me to notice the epidemic i was witnessing was when the <em>Studs </em>jumped onto the bandwagon like "oh shit i wanna be a barbie too - but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ima</span> be a .... a .... a KEN barbie" let me say that was an ULTIMATE FAIL ! Notice the ken barbie never sold as much as Barbie did now why would you wanna be a second rate Barbie doll ? now your just plastic and NO ONE PLAYS WITH YOU ! Now lets take a trip down memory lane .... do any of you even have any of your Barbie Dolls anymore ? Most likely you said No; [ 1 POINT FOR ME ! ] <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nowwww</span> if you answered yes {either you lied, or} your one of those {weird} girls who has kept her Barbies in Plastic -- notice ; they have never been played with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hmmm</span> now how many of you that consider your self a barbie still has your innocence???? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dont</span> worry I'll wait I know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">theres</span> at least one out there ; ( & shes the one who collects the dolls) . When we were younger our Barbies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">eiher</span> ended up with their heads popped off ; or lying around with no clothes on -- I mean if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">thats</span> your idea of a future than be my guest and be a Barbie all you'd like ! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Anywhoooo</span> ! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">im</span> done with this ; Enjoy Yourself in all your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">plasticness</span> !<br /><br />-- P E A C E <3TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-48717079646107737962009-11-16T12:20:00.000-08:002009-11-16T12:31:56.326-08:00Woah.. its been FOREVER !!!<em></em><span style="color:#003300;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">well, as you all know i am now an official College Student<br /></span>( <span style="color:#ff0000;">Delaware St</span><span style="color:#000099;">ate University</span> <strong>Hornet</strong> <span style="color:#006600;">to be exact </span>) . </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">And boy has college changed me already. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Although DSU isn't what i expected </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:78%;">[quite a disappointment actually]</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">i am enjoying my last few weeks of 1st semester </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">and will make the best out of my last semester of being a DSU Hornet. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">if you haven't caught on by now, I plan on transferring...</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#006600;">1st. choice is St.Johns University in Queens, NY</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><em>2nd choice is New Jersey City University in Jersey City.</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">i really have a 3rd choice =/ !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><br /> <br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but in better newsssss . . .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">i recently began a relationship with someone that i really care about.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Hes a great guy. and that's what matters most to me right now. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66cccc;">[[ 11.07.09 ]]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66cccc;">*its a fresh start, and that what i need*</span></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404799547469900242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vrFUyRZK0l7m8Mrvz-cRxFrHDDlEf6yselJZ8nMrQJ27isEgKjd9KKVmx3FNiCd-M_ANZlvgH8NWfi4t6Q9wCrfX6fDhivXj4bebqls_ivu6XmMGyNDCaiFC8owsXiLiYqXJtWaet2I/s320/MzMone.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">**later dudes, promise to write more often ;] .</span><br /></p><div align="center"></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-9036299589260006262009-08-24T19:26:00.000-07:002009-08-24T19:41:36.601-07:00The Section 101 ! Get on it !<div align="center"><a href="http://www.thesection101.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.thesection101.blogspot.com/</span></a><br />** follow this blog, trust me you wont regret it **</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373725544316422578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-Xyo-lFuI1rUMGw66jguvGMyimQTG3T8r8-5eoDyVC82SJZC3wCCD6ZnoFCoC3vZOgg1VjAES73c9WBpMyyKQ83j5l8EK-3FGhkZo1cGHKggD6I59Cz5iT46v8E26B3jAArQvvMF-Fs/s320/section2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Section, who consists of Millie Mcphresh (age 18 born May 30th 1991) and Polite (age 17 October 5th 1991), is a Hip-Hop duo from Oakpark/Chicago founded in their english class freshmen year,now seniors at OPRF High the duo has done performances around the city, such as "The Nike Slam” which was in front of Malik Yusef and a huge list of other big named poets, during the performance the judges were amazed by their originality and delivery. At a different venue, they performed for DJ Kool Herc and he thought they were dope. The Section has prefromed at the Taste of Chicago 09 and Haut clothing store while two writers for The Complex magazine were in the audience. The duo has also done a show for the opening of an arts center in the South Lawndale Community called “HIP-HOP REVIVAL FOR PEACE AND UNITY ”.The Section looks foward to doing even bigger venues as they continue to grow as artist and the birth of Success Music group continues to blossom. </span><br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373724066312861762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRG091mGVn5jNIRhwBFs_p9K3Lx40uFQdLh4ThKETSazZky7n_nDVj25v5B2NgJBPNriHkHnX97yjoh878ZnS9iYqVUbSs1IPxqF1P_k4cqsWhyKajbkrOQUe19P9xVdBuy5lB6nwhIio/s320/section.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">*dope ass dudes no lie, </span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">& they on here doing the same shit we are, </span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">so show love and love will be shown back .</span> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ENJOY*</span></strong></p>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-52331746236325741862009-08-24T12:59:00.000-07:002009-08-24T13:00:59.643-07:00FUCK THE DENTIST !that is all i wanted to say .TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-57591390602684568732009-08-24T03:10:00.001-07:002009-08-24T03:24:46.842-07:00kinda why i miss chicago .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR58ioCMWNUFHttDvYjyN5TJBn-Q7NbfplWfNJFEHPesKNmhS5nJSJmiFMos083BGErqnpWvZM1w8ghLh4CtCeJBXgnwykXpodwId61NzgxHsa-q9CbjUwi1zJi3TuWNS5vMvVsXSsYtk/s1600-h/millz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373470723795085234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR58ioCMWNUFHttDvYjyN5TJBn-Q7NbfplWfNJFEHPesKNmhS5nJSJmiFMos083BGErqnpWvZM1w8ghLh4CtCeJBXgnwykXpodwId61NzgxHsa-q9CbjUwi1zJi3TuWNS5vMvVsXSsYtk/s320/millz.jpg" border="0" /></a>im normally the type to write paragraphs about my feelings and shit. but fuxx all of that lol . the only thing i can really say is this boy is something special . not many people can work their way into my heart on such short notice. but he managed to, and im happy he did . i've needed a friend like him, FOR A LONGGGGGG TIME !!<br /><br /><br /><strong>i love you Milton Marquis McKinney </strong>.<span style="font-size:78%;"> lmfao !</span></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-3237472129151987942009-08-24T02:58:00.000-07:002009-08-24T03:04:54.699-07:00why i'll miss NY . . .<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8A-Kyo-G28H7c87HPmvFxDoqV6nb-1ZLreTxkK1QF0IwurpF5lEicxS2PnV7fujdm2_JEtFOlXMBlGQAwwXW1_FN0oEvxnIBfOmNcJr7xLX_UT001pzWvUaWvKmFwLYE94OkE_XwVaRI/s1600-h/bff+%26%26+i.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373468102664613170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8A-Kyo-G28H7c87HPmvFxDoqV6nb-1ZLreTxkK1QF0IwurpF5lEicxS2PnV7fujdm2_JEtFOlXMBlGQAwwXW1_FN0oEvxnIBfOmNcJr7xLX_UT001pzWvUaWvKmFwLYE94OkE_XwVaRI/s320/bff+%26%26+i.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">** this right here is my bestfriend in the ENTIRE WORLD**</span></div><div align="right"><em>(shoutout to my other bff Whitley)</em></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">omg i have no clue what i will do with out my little foot / soopaflykai !!</span> </span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i love this girl so much . sigh**</span> </strong></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-11343034540517677302009-08-24T02:54:00.000-07:002009-08-24T02:58:15.095-07:00my NY Times debut .just in case anyone missed the article <3<br />(this was pre urbanword09 fyi)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/03/nyregion/03slam.html?_r=1">http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/03/nyregion/03slam.html?_r=1</a> .TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-38655526655323929572009-08-21T21:28:00.000-07:002009-08-21T21:43:25.572-07:00Call me weird ...<div align="center">if you must.<br />but Hiroshima and Nagasaki shadows </div><div align="center">have always been really interesting to me, </div><div align="center">so i was google imaging pictures of them .</div><div align="center">and i found these two that were really cool to me </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>in a weird creepy way</em> .</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCtjn9HUBVJ6E9h4pU-RWI16cdRGvEur4XdY9ZAOiMTB348NsrSfDUXtHnQVRXpJnrD3XSp3i73_qotCHb3ycT-m2p1D_G59Bo32h2fDaG-fA4ssRXt-c75p6PbN2edILkib0UeCS3UQ/s1600-h/ishadow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372641022057325906" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCtjn9HUBVJ6E9h4pU-RWI16cdRGvEur4XdY9ZAOiMTB348NsrSfDUXtHnQVRXpJnrD3XSp3i73_qotCHb3ycT-m2p1D_G59Bo32h2fDaG-fA4ssRXt-c75p6PbN2edILkib0UeCS3UQ/s320/ishadow.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMQWcnd_C9g6hUx7H8lbxIjB3-oE4WiS6SPAVu2kkjvhxfysk7A63HOFV2NJB2HQ71pEaCSq_M9Q4defajZAkuw6ur2JHFf3m8knUU-6Ku7SYl5rJ0wSRz_2u3KnBmy1zQsTuF1oIYVc/s1600-h/ishadow2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372641031463454770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMQWcnd_C9g6hUx7H8lbxIjB3-oE4WiS6SPAVu2kkjvhxfysk7A63HOFV2NJB2HQ71pEaCSq_M9Q4defajZAkuw6ur2JHFf3m8knUU-6Ku7SYl5rJ0wSRz_2u3KnBmy1zQsTuF1oIYVc/s320/ishadow2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">& i stumbled across this poem about 2 years ago, </div><div align="center">and wouldnt give up until i found it again. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>At the Makeshift Aid Station</strong></div><div align="center"><br />You girls—</div><div align="center">weeping even though there is no place</div><div align="center">for your tears to come from;</div><div align="center">crying out even though you have no lips to shape the words;</div><div align="center">struggling even though you have no skin</div><div align="center">on your fingers to grasp anything with—</div><div align="center">you girls.</div><div align="center"><br />Your limbs twitch, oozing blood and greasy sweat and lymph;</div><div align="center">your eyes, puffed to slits, glitter whitely;</div><div align="center">only the elastic bands of your panties hold in</div><div align="center">your swollen bellies;</div><div align="center">you are wholly beyond shame even though your private parts</div><div align="center">are exposed:</div><div align="center">who could think</div><div align="center">that a little while ago</div><div align="center">you all were pretty schoolgirls?</div><div align="center"><br />Emerging from the flames flickering gloomily</div><div align="center">in burned-out Hiroshima</div><div align="center">no longer yourselves,</div><div align="center">you rushed out, crawled out one after the other,</div><div align="center">struggled along to this grassy spot,</div><div align="center">in agony laid your heads, bald but for a few wisps of hair.</div><div align="center">on the ground.</div><div align="center"><br />Why must you suffer like this?</div><div align="center"><em>Why must...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>--</em>Toge Sankichi</div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-81147507390170016362009-08-21T19:15:00.000-07:002009-08-21T19:57:13.657-07:00TATTOOS GALORE !<div align="left">Tattoo's were what made the summer what it was . </div><div align="left">everyone was tatted up by August . </div><div align="left">and i loved the flow of pictures, </div><div align="left">and the ANNOYING PEOPLE asking me to apply A&D ointment . </div><div align="left">but these are a few of my faves . <3</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Me: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW4_0t-lh41Vb9_QablNc6ZN_9_su-W2qxV_-XwZ4_vJcr-b7HucALJ82-uAwYC5gQl3kfoEVW0CkoGY53101_RC9csdpbLaDuC9RX84reuhl86S-YJ1FB_1KAlfRm38-oYJrh4CXvZQ/s1600-h/mothersdaughter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372607775901251538" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW4_0t-lh41Vb9_QablNc6ZN_9_su-W2qxV_-XwZ4_vJcr-b7HucALJ82-uAwYC5gQl3kfoEVW0CkoGY53101_RC9csdpbLaDuC9RX84reuhl86S-YJ1FB_1KAlfRm38-oYJrh4CXvZQ/s320/mothersdaughter.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">JuJu: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8z7912htr7_3CrvGpqM0ZErQPsJScnV5EWN314Mi3-JOltuklfBXSSVRzjp76J_MbBmPja6jdNq_Q-F6WZWYZmlwb8g2u-xjQECSk_eiOU5GKa-PZKxw30OaHgq6SM8di5jHdLtlwNs/s1600-h/juju+tat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372607040121666034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8z7912htr7_3CrvGpqM0ZErQPsJScnV5EWN314Mi3-JOltuklfBXSSVRzjp76J_MbBmPja6jdNq_Q-F6WZWYZmlwb8g2u-xjQECSk_eiOU5GKa-PZKxw30OaHgq6SM8di5jHdLtlwNs/s320/juju+tat.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">imani: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLSMiLZ3d2bXDdmxIZB_3shWCK0hfPmPHm1XYpXJ83Zp_ChldlseBXfakU0erue3ofI8vDBEzuPf6b3VpwgzZIbX3miiMDBUpycms6lqFLTRlJK0NRrJydQ2VRgwW0pb2tbBjhZrUQEQk/s1600-h/manis+tat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372607024411686146" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLSMiLZ3d2bXDdmxIZB_3shWCK0hfPmPHm1XYpXJ83Zp_ChldlseBXfakU0erue3ofI8vDBEzuPf6b3VpwgzZIbX3miiMDBUpycms6lqFLTRlJK0NRrJydQ2VRgwW0pb2tbBjhZrUQEQk/s320/manis+tat.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">OtherHalv: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwO09DH-SpgrZcbdAKjDQm8i0bDAofZArlb33uJwh0QmAPMwaTEFkvmOvVvsuYuYoqZQawpGHKYlrCmuXHRk_bsM2VALTRxPNnxcBBpTQmGT8-lvi8wNmsM3TabNQeXdivmjitjyE86w/s1600-h/kesh+tat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372607032785004498" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwO09DH-SpgrZcbdAKjDQm8i0bDAofZArlb33uJwh0QmAPMwaTEFkvmOvVvsuYuYoqZQawpGHKYlrCmuXHRk_bsM2VALTRxPNnxcBBpTQmGT8-lvi8wNmsM3TabNQeXdivmjitjyE86w/s320/kesh+tat.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><p>Millz :<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3EyylylHRWN1onj9GuZH5KeGhoITMzN05wBD7aMi4o71Q30hQZEKbY-jIcTo7vCob2yXYllvdmnXPLTkMn1T1VqApOvolxrrjFMJrPNhDNis7nxufZ8UkUZepmtuLJl9Bm8Q9CR9a9U/s1600-h/mils+tat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372607015434513410" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3EyylylHRWN1onj9GuZH5KeGhoITMzN05wBD7aMi4o71Q30hQZEKbY-jIcTo7vCob2yXYllvdmnXPLTkMn1T1VqApOvolxrrjFMJrPNhDNis7nxufZ8UkUZepmtuLJl9Bm8Q9CR9a9U/s320/mils+tat.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Shay: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQp4cmwERKULWUt4bQ7EAWWyxEsgH1zN1Vl9296AC5gCIAXYPtriyaO5eGbkrTYm7JJyjEmo5KgFgLAk13P00ouPTLOIV3Ei0cQ01kvGkIGDQYH3kk-QhzpPgVAwZeSxk76HlKoHC3EY/s1600-h/balde+tat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372607008231821106" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQp4cmwERKULWUt4bQ7EAWWyxEsgH1zN1Vl9296AC5gCIAXYPtriyaO5eGbkrTYm7JJyjEmo5KgFgLAk13P00ouPTLOIV3Ei0cQ01kvGkIGDQYH3kk-QhzpPgVAwZeSxk76HlKoHC3EY/s320/balde+tat.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-35528586816397993232009-08-20T21:24:00.000-07:002009-08-20T21:33:00.450-07:00Happy Birthday Beautiful Woman .Today is Ms.Aja-Monet's birthday.<br />i thought that maybe a simple wall post on facebook would suffice,<br />but when i sat and thought about you,<br />and how much you mean to me i realized that wouldn't be enough.<br />So I'm dedicating this blog entry to you.<br />Ms. AJA-MONET the woman who made this summer one to remember,<br />with all your odd antics , beautiful smiles and not so beautiful tears. lol.<br />i wish you the best at life, in all your endeavors.<br />i hope that this birthday is one you will forever remember.<br />Aja i love you!<br />your more than a coach, more than a poet, your a friend even more a family member.<br />someone that i could never replace <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(not that i plan to try).</span></em><br />have a safe way to Chitown <em><span style="font-size:78%;">see you there soon</span></em>.<br />but most importantly . . .<br />HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY .<br />iloveyou. <3<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljsoldOZVWypVcAAK0_C7JxUn3p4v9FNonD6Vdg5-ghaw9doVY7bXZo91znIG38aK740jYSk9asE68KD5KKFyU0pLDGweCmr1ka_ZcU17tW30PWT3-7FTB4FMkKfLnAb9aWNEZ9BILbA/s1600-h/aja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372269548434449474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljsoldOZVWypVcAAK0_C7JxUn3p4v9FNonD6Vdg5-ghaw9doVY7bXZo91znIG38aK740jYSk9asE68KD5KKFyU0pLDGweCmr1ka_ZcU17tW30PWT3-7FTB4FMkKfLnAb9aWNEZ9BILbA/s320/aja.jpg" border="0" /></a>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-44914914902548154802009-08-20T19:37:00.000-07:002009-08-20T19:42:22.552-07:00"Not as small as we look"<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ptwo7S6xqE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ptwo7S6xqE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p>**one of my fave poems from BNV **</p>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-84613844962827904292009-08-20T19:10:00.000-07:002009-08-20T19:14:55.426-07:00Boys will be Boys ;)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWq8TcKGn9iNujSBdmCz2G36jVFnZB3xIPEGbw0vAUJpWF1dU0HhOijMImLDDiLxGy47gtrnHwmMi6p9oaHoP3acwk2FuXZxLC9r-_zJG3oZ_aeWUtCPC-o70WU2lcmSozbMWMvVmh6A/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372234333486633298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWq8TcKGn9iNujSBdmCz2G36jVFnZB3xIPEGbw0vAUJpWF1dU0HhOijMImLDDiLxGy47gtrnHwmMi6p9oaHoP3acwk2FuXZxLC9r-_zJG3oZ_aeWUtCPC-o70WU2lcmSozbMWMvVmh6A/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesHOh7ltc4G82V0Eax6V8Ocz0nHhe30C9RDa86YR1_FzVyuV50t8LPHGg8c4LgSFC72CIGjclq2oN-fULFBxBgTTOSGoC8_z2m5qGlosq8ovpZT6u-8YxQIojSxVmr_7HFp0Bq3mRRzg/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372234327539833858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesHOh7ltc4G82V0Eax6V8Ocz0nHhe30C9RDa86YR1_FzVyuV50t8LPHGg8c4LgSFC72CIGjclq2oN-fULFBxBgTTOSGoC8_z2m5qGlosq8ovpZT6u-8YxQIojSxVmr_7HFp0Bq3mRRzg/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV03DXp5UD4BKZsevuDzK3ahhbx0DPZ-huxGeTH_ftT62OPfDE4FMR45iHKgivtGaCiATBX0Lbkaz5eAna50-nbNnx3uQWFJ5Dioi0Rf4POSjIXYnjsiYAryCBB7hOR2cesAGD48e7x7g/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372234341687090002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV03DXp5UD4BKZsevuDzK3ahhbx0DPZ-huxGeTH_ftT62OPfDE4FMR45iHKgivtGaCiATBX0Lbkaz5eAna50-nbNnx3uQWFJ5Dioi0Rf4POSjIXYnjsiYAryCBB7hOR2cesAGD48e7x7g/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-8822233984829549532009-08-20T19:05:00.000-07:002009-08-20T19:10:47.533-07:00My Babies <3<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyHKs40TuqpUp262x0cajyUoSi0d_POvdnRtPSk3xAFHvI_-5VnRUOQzT9eN2BA5Xzwp7VIcHvfMm_oR2Zh6PKxW4e5yOjz0O5VLZ5djivPIGhLRqa6Mm0l2zJJmglyD37tIyu1AGrYI/s1600-h/what+a+weekend+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372233226550578194" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyHKs40TuqpUp262x0cajyUoSi0d_POvdnRtPSk3xAFHvI_-5VnRUOQzT9eN2BA5Xzwp7VIcHvfMm_oR2Zh6PKxW4e5yOjz0O5VLZ5djivPIGhLRqa6Mm0l2zJJmglyD37tIyu1AGrYI/s320/what+a+weekend+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">D.Jay has gotten HUGE !!!! </div><div align="center">but hes still just as annoying, but i love him nonetheless <3<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CZloy8cgl-kIIUgSjjdVCaUD8fon1dLx0XeSL6LvDrDSMnd6-mUxiGzxVC5Axe6YR1y-2BLqgpARMqmvBmL1CHMW-zk4bUusvI9cKwuetn-aT8YhAtvdPougxQRO69Ou6fvJnzY8n9k/s1600-h/=)+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372233220778591026" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CZloy8cgl-kIIUgSjjdVCaUD8fon1dLx0XeSL6LvDrDSMnd6-mUxiGzxVC5Axe6YR1y-2BLqgpARMqmvBmL1CHMW-zk4bUusvI9cKwuetn-aT8YhAtvdPougxQRO69Ou6fvJnzY8n9k/s320/=)+013.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">EM.J my BABY/HUN/LITTLE LOSER !!</div><div align="center">i love my cat ohdee, ima miss him so much when i leave *tear*<br /><br /></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-71085618276851660762009-08-20T18:55:00.000-07:002009-08-20T19:03:49.800-07:00Fave part about graduating ...?<span style="font-size:180%;">THE GIFTSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjT4_w6et0xjQNyL9OQT5xCNWQKgfDMKofF6nnksW1ys-9XGuT8zS7GAPZ1uNj2csMSSFv97BJkjIYn_w6L_ivFjCst6RxcFm56lWNX9qyWxpXFuIvfKI5ujPwx9TDKP1dIJkqOXOl7A/s1600-h/Nikon_D60_frontside.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372231373100732658" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjT4_w6et0xjQNyL9OQT5xCNWQKgfDMKofF6nnksW1ys-9XGuT8zS7GAPZ1uNj2csMSSFv97BJkjIYn_w6L_ivFjCst6RxcFm56lWNX9qyWxpXFuIvfKI5ujPwx9TDKP1dIJkqOXOl7A/s320/Nikon_D60_frontside.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReM8suoudJrLtMirUjw4zZMn4NlBGNXdpAJhq7yN8gDp6WYxb6WojziqCyOz9lyuFefygk7JMJy_nc6iay1zFSGBr_X8k3uU84GCNnl4C4BV8NM2qktR2YycJ3sj9gF02gS9Y3PmjBNU/s1600-h/Nikon_D60_frontside.jpg"></a>i got a Nikon D60;<br />now i can pretend to be a photographer on my free time !TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-33725783518063750852009-08-20T18:35:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:38:12.861-07:00i know good music when i hear it .<p><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8FSBTf3wcY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N8FSBTf3wcY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p>i must admit <strong>OLD MONEY</strong> is my dirty little obsession . </p>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-41032514852039790332009-08-20T18:21:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:46:36.643-07:00Brave New Voices ...in the voice of Aja.<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">"My team, the Urban Word NYC slam team, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">had a particularly moving and startling breakdown at our semifinals bout after a poet, Jorge, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">completely broke with disappointment in the lack of support and positive energy showed to the New York City team. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">One of our core focuses as educators and cultivators of young voices at Urban Word NYC in the slam, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">is we expect each team member and Urban Word entourage members </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">including coaches and mentors to support every team we compete against. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">We shake hands and introduce ourselves to other team members </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">and after giving standing ovations to each team we competed against we therein realized that New York City received unmotivated claps and a few supporting screams, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Jorge was flooded with rage and tears and proceeded to throw his fists in the air with frustration-- </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">we had to walk him out the room and decided then that the best way to handle the hurt of the team</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">was to confront the issue at hand. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Jorge closed our semi final round with a poem he dedicates to his grandmother, dealing with the gentrification of Harlem. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Prior to reading this poem he opened with a brutally vulnerable introduction and disclaimer. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">His confusion of the lack of support resonated with us all and he wore his heart proudly on that stage, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">admitting the feelings shared with other teams, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">the need and want to be supported and the frustration with those caught up in the competition </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">and forgetting the importance of uniting together at this festival not as teams against each other </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">but as young people coming together against and simultaneously, for the world. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">He admitted NYC having felt so alone at BNV this year in an emotionally wrecking way, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">he then continued into his poem and overwhelmed with self stumbled across words, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">displaying an incredible source of organic unpolished vulnerability that spoke </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">to a universal truth we could all experience and understand. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">After the scores were disregarded by our score keeper, Lauren Whitehead, to which she responded, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">teary eyed to Jorge that he was not alone and that none of the young people at BNV were alone, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">reminding young people that it was not HBO against them or anyone else </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">but rather they were the forces of light the world has been pushing for. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I was particularly brought to tears after witnessing the depth of growth in my team and </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">overwhelmingly proud of all of their efforts and their incredible bravery. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">The bout was simply put, magic in so many ways, a work of God, truly. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">So much gratitude to QUEEN GODIS, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">who supported the team through each bout </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">though only a few of us will know truly the depth of her wondrous spirit, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I am in awe of the incredible ability she has to awaken the best in our spirits and the source of life in our selves."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">--Aja-Monet <3</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">** i dont think anyone could have said it better **</span></strong></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-40296818093214879272009-08-20T16:31:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:48:30.870-07:00College Girl .<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLR6X8a1I4cQgoo0-CeylEHItticZC4TLCDeFJjkbqtMF2OE4GTokPrj1UQfFP0cPrO1X55rJ-sjSl_42AdYPCU25AJxN1pNB8KvqyCrf1d7hvWKUBywtBucnkN9vvbCyBfoneJ90rhvg/s1600-h/DSU_ProfilePic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372194168704175346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLR6X8a1I4cQgoo0-CeylEHItticZC4TLCDeFJjkbqtMF2OE4GTokPrj1UQfFP0cPrO1X55rJ-sjSl_42AdYPCU25AJxN1pNB8KvqyCrf1d7hvWKUBywtBucnkN9vvbCyBfoneJ90rhvg/s320/DSU_ProfilePic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">I'm officially a<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Delaware State University Hornet</span></strong> . </div><div align="left">::round of applause:: </div><div align="left">I couldn't be more excited to finally be going to college . </div><div align="left">Especially since DSU was my 1st <em><span style="font-size:78%;">(and only choice) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">. </span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372194553784329330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlp14xUcGW2gk8vZCGamXvANNQVoEnTzwqznyahyphenhyphenbAqT3kioUJT0RFP1ynReww7bP-JScjbu1VNZQfmDQbN5smgQF-7I-6F7_kbWofI0vOeS94MMMNbOl5A0H5yjyqDrnNaGJgFA0LTQ/s320/dsuhornet.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="left"> </p><br /><div align="center"></div></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-51788196330762755922009-07-07T15:18:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:49:13.639-07:00<div align="left">so as you all know Mr. Michael <strong>"King of Pop"</strong> Jackson passed away. </div><div align="left">and everyone is all torn up about his death. </div><div align="left">and i must admit its sad, but i refuse to stop my life and be all depressed about his death. </div><div align="left">Im sorry it happened, but people die everyday. </div><div align="left">Lets not forget about the dying children in Africa, </div><div align="left">or the casualties because of the War in Iraq. </div><div align="left">Lets not forget that people die all the time, </div><div align="left">and they dont get memorial services that stop all television, </div><div align="left">nor do they get front page on every news paper. </div><div align="left">im sorry if i sound inconsiderate </div><div align="left">but truthfully just because MJ died dont let the world stop.<br />It is a sad event but it isnt the end of the world, nor the end of Pop.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863643118570546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkviV1VWaGDL2yQzaPloVMEzDxhbm9PaGNM5a8zCrP2_jjV2XYzt6yorS45NjAb2XUjvY_83o1l2-sc7Cs4IA5msOyDxH8uCmSbgqDhAxsX4POE8aN8hauT5XFvCVxpckXAQoPGerTh4/s320/mj.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842680198727881444.post-55062710914647801532009-07-07T15:12:00.000-07:002009-08-20T18:49:45.945-07:00MiSSiNG !!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill6mdkpqq-HP17BiAq7XpahkuP9ZCZ9-HknYvAhnWe9SMvdd8A-6s8LjqluNJku0n31IZYRnPIX8u49fd0XQXEAUG-Jju0vxfByLeY_92BoWnaxVt1s_CW9svHwRiiNegrnOpNsgZXcc/s1600-h/chick+set+nd+troy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355845106151804674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill6mdkpqq-HP17BiAq7XpahkuP9ZCZ9-HknYvAhnWe9SMvdd8A-6s8LjqluNJku0n31IZYRnPIX8u49fd0XQXEAUG-Jju0vxfByLeY_92BoWnaxVt1s_CW9svHwRiiNegrnOpNsgZXcc/s320/chick+set+nd+troy.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">if you see these people tell them i miss them<strong> dearly</strong> . </div><div align="center">& that i need them to return, </div><div align="center">my heart feels empty with out them there. </div>TiaMonaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908248220601975444noreply@blogger.com0