its been a long time

life is a journey, and honestly sometimes i forget to wear comfortable shoes. but then again, its something to talk about. graduation is almost here finally, this is probably the 4th time i've said it, so hopefully this is the last time.

new job, hopefully new whip soon, and a new love and what not. i haven't written any poetry or short stories lately. somethings off but i'll get back on track eventually lol.


keep it real
keep it funky
keep smiling

Tonight is my last night in florida, and I can't tell you how much this trip meant/done for me. I love my family & I definitely got the rest, laughs, and memories that I needed. Tonight is tough because I really don't want to leave, but I will be back within the upcoming months... I have to! Lol

& on that note, I gotta double check to make sure my stuffs all here and packed =/

& If you won't love me, somebody else will.-
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

Stuntin in Fl

Rollin around in the benz truck never hurt no bodyyy lol
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

The essentials

..So I'm in FL, coolin, enjoying the relaxation that this vacation has blessed me with, but I heard it's raining crazy in NY (no surprise there). So my facebook peoples (not a fan of twitter) have been callin blitz on going out an callin it a movie night, so I've complied a list of movie night essentials for a single or double movie night.

5. Pick movies you've never seen before... Steering away from the usual gives you something new to talk about; suspense, plot, theme, something

4. Have a good snack to compliment the movies, either, something small or major (nothing to greasy to ruin the covers)

3. Location/Clothing are two of the same. An over sized hoodie and an sweats or leggins work for girls. Comfy pj bottoms sweats an a vneck for dudes work well too. A comfy couch, or bed does the trick....comfort is key!

2. The perfect setting outside. i.e rainy days, absurdly cold days, humid days (sometimes work) or snowy days.. You get the point. No one wants to be stuck inside on a really nice night.

1. The perfect cuddle buddy. Even if you're single you need someone who's gonna enjoy the movie with you not talk through the whole movie. Someone who's gonna lay up with you and not turn it into a booty call or a friend that's always gonna keep the tone of the night...

.Hey if it turns into more then go for it, but then it won't be a movie night, that's called a booty call!

(By the way I'm ode comfy in the bed with a down comforter the a/c blowin on me watching tv, a movie night alone...well I'm emailing my best friend, but none the less alone!) Til later I'll holla
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

Goodbye New York

...So I'm a little impulsive at times, spending money just because I'm trying to take on as little as responsibility as possible lol. So one random night, at 2am I booked a flight to Florida for 5 days. It was cheaper to stay longer than the original 3 day plan! Go figure.

So I'm at the airport, everything is fine..the manager at au bon pain proceeds to quiz me, "are you a hair dresser? A model? Are you going back home to cali?" Lol okay he really did ask me if I modeled, I chuckled and said naw, too short lol. And I'm a city girl mr.

All's cool, I eat chill relax, then I'm in the waiting station and I get the two loudest spanish people talking on the phone, like my dude I don't wanna hear your damn convo!!!! Now he wanna toss an turn like he in a damn bed or something rocking me an three other peoples adjacent seats. Dude, this aint a row boat stop rockin!!!

When I get a chance I'll post a pic or two!
Be safe
Be loved
Give love

.Tashie.
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

Make a statement

I went through a phase (I think everyone did) wear collecting a certain piece of clothing was the top priority in their eyes. But as with life comes growing up or the inevitable decision to try something new... So now I have chopped down my collection drastically, to two pairs of blazers. This pair I got maybe 2 yrs ago and have only worn them 4 times. Every time I wear them I get compliments and stares. So yesterday these blazers made a statement with my ralph lauren v-neck tee shirt and a pair of fitted medium dark wash jeans; which effortlessly laid atop my blazers...

Make a statement.
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

An oldie but goodie

Is it possible to fall in love
without loving?
Having to give all you have
without giving all of you?
To feel love but
nothing at the same time
Emptiness but
fulfilled at the very same time
To be in love and
love without feeling love
is an emotion that
just wont give birth to
the idea that nothing can be felt
without training yourself to
hate love but
to say something
and mean it and
not feel it is how
i feel about love.
i've killed everything in
connection with
love
i just haven't murdered the
term love
the feeling is gone.
Goodbye love[r].

haha some call me emotionless,

say i have a wall built to high,
they don't want to take the time
to examine the scars left behind
from someone else who was careless
with my secrets...

Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

IMG00104-20090822-0424.jpg

Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

long time

i've been contemplating on shutting down the blog for obvious reasons, but ever so often i'd come on here to vent and prolly post something meaningful. Except lately nothing amazing has happened. summers ridiculously hot and rainy. I celebrated my 22nd birthday, lost a shit load of money, and items, (camera, blackberry, bought a bottle) <--- that i'll never do again lol

but quick happy birthdays to my cuzzo, mercy and my homegirl rachelle.

until i find something worth bloggin about i will return. <3 is <3 Tashie

senior week

.after much heartache and tears, I finally got the 5gs to graduate on time. But now that I have it, I don't want it. I'll be spending the summer getting my portfolio together and working on applying to grad school in october for the jan. classes. So in sept I'll be working on re-taking 2 classes to bring up my gpa from a 3.3 to at least a 3.7. Shits much harder to do.

Night #4 of senior week. Pics soon come!

last week

last day of classes are thursday. then summer is here!

reading empire of blue water...cuz i can lol

the subconscious

Tonight is just like any other night. But for some reason I can't drift to sleep. I've been watching back to back episodes of fresh prince on nick at night, and now roseanne is on. I'm not sure why it's 5am and I'm wide awake. Okay so I have a yawn here and there but nothing major.

So ever so often my mind wanders to memories of my ex and I, and I feel as if I'm slightly almost 100% over dude. Now years back (2 to be exact) I posted something on him; and ever so often I reminisce on what we had. Although it's long gone, I guess it's still in the back of my head. Just taunting me.
-when love is/was as strong as ours, it'll/its gonna take a while to get over it.


I've been jamming hard to my ipod, hoping that something would get me to drift to sleep but as minutes roll on I just realize the mass amounts of crap that I need to focus on. Here's a quick rundown..

•Take two rolls of film
•Develop three rolls
•Do 48 pages of the yearbook for my may 4th deadline
•do a stop animation video
•finish two triptics (6 paintings in total)
•and take pictures at events for yearbook
•organize meetings for other crap...

Yeah I've officially put wayy to many things on my plate. But I like being busy, having to much time on my hands makes me believe that I'm not fulfilling my master plan to take over the world.

I'll keep you posted.

P.S I saw on a blog that this girl gets severe panic attacks and asked for advice. --i wish I knew how to control mine, but I just take breathers and go through each memory that replays in my mind and think of things that calm you down.

...You might think we're crazy but panic attacks and anxiety isn't funny at all

i wanna be down.

caps and gowns are crowding the halls of my school. smh im staying another semester to fulfill a minor in business. rawr! its cool, at first i was tight that i had to stay, but since two of my best friends are staying an extra semester i figure i'd be iight. its not the end of the world, seeing that i didnt apply to grad school smh 2x lol. but i'll get around to it. im slowly trying to take over my school. trust me, i've been doing more shit now than i've ever done in the past 4 years. lol..


..so to enjoy the last two weeks of living on campus, i'll be grinding, acting a fool, enjoying everything to the fullest!

p.s shouts to my best homie for graduating! and my homies that are walking MAY 15! congrats on showing the world that minorities know how to do other things than sell drugs, gang-bang and act igkant~ yes i said IGKNAT!!!

pps to my friends that do gang-bang, its '09 time to give that up and get a clue. i still love yall tho

home-less

I am home-less
Spending more time home-less
More than I use to be
I shower-less
Since I'm home-less
Always roaming like I don't have a home-less
I shift between crowds losing my self
I ignore my surroundings and think-less
And believe I'll be swept under
With the people who know-less
Than I do
People who do more than I do
But their shade-less
Nothing to cover their fake-ness
Some say I'm sense-less
I have everything one needs
But I'm still home-less
Forgetting what drove me
I'm gas-less
No inspiration for where I'm going
Just roaming around.
I'm home-less
In my mind I try to put my thoughts in a box
But nothings big enough
Since my minds filled with empty-ness
I'll always be home-less

inspire

one of my homies is heavily into Keith Haring and his work. At first I really didn't understand why; but I decided to work on his piece and flip it and make it my own for my last triptic piece. (a series of 3 paintings) i like his simplistic yet complicated message that he delivers in his pieces. google him <-- like my homie said lol

the last one

the picture frame helps you to step back, and look at everything in a different perspective. it usually looks different from a different day and different day of emotion.

the last two are sideways but oh well

rawr.

this one is anger. beauty started with the roses and the petals. but um yeah anger took over and ruined the flowers. this is the ending result

where it is now

this one is the function of the heart, there's a clock that represents the misuse of time and how it can harm the heart.

the beginning

ahh the beginning of my painting series. represents the stages of emotions from my view point. anger, frustration and confusion and any other adjective that you believe it can represent.

Pics

Randoms...turn to Fishbowls

tons of crazy shit this past week or two. im basically over it. ahh not graduating in May like i planned i'll be getting my diploma in August, and hopefully i'll be in grad school soon *sept* to be exact! i went through some crazy shit and im calm, a better person, even my teacher thought i was on medication since i was so calm in class the past couple of days. well enough talking here are some random pics

meaningful things

i have 7 tats. all for different reasons, nothing that is corny, cheesy, or "just cuz". Each has a story behind it. but the newest to my collection is this one.. the one on my wrist. ..its a quote from my homie Ant, aka Gutta Balls (cuz he really bowls gutters all day every day lol) but i added my own twist to what it means. Nothing in life is certain. No amount of planning praying or believing in hope, fate or destiny is going to make anything certain. Each new day brings on uncertainties, but you only know for certain that a lesson may be learned. might sound contradicting in the end but you catch my drift.

My school has put me through the rigor. Trust me, nothing can help save me from my senior year. Although my school is like others, somethings could never be fixed, even with an apology.

in its beginning stages

..so when im angry or upset or whatever, i usually find a way to vent. somewhat constructive rather than my usual lashing out at people. (smh i use to do that when i was in highschool, talk about temper tantrums lol) but i figured to put the energy into something that i really care about. so in my 3 hour intermediate painting class, (which i got bumped up to advanced lol thanks to my teacher) i decided to title this "frustration" its still in its beginning stages& the bottom is cut off, but in the end it will come out amazing. it basically represents my frustration with my college and life and love life (lack there of) and out of every situation where i would like to scream, i birth something else. either poetry, or a painting or a story.

Dream

This Dream album has been on constant repeat since i got it! my ipod hasn't played anything else, well except for some j.holiday 2nd round. but honestly i know there's a lot of ryan leslie fans, but his shit is not touching dream and j.holiday! trust me! and im tryna figure out a new wrist tat, i want a quote from a writer or a something. i just can't wait to figure out what it will be. new pics coming soon

lurking in the halls

last night was unexplainable. but i think things fall into place at the perfect time. i'll post some pics when i get them, but i just know that i was gone from them damn swamp waters at brother jimmys, meet some cool people. my friend met me down there brought me 2 slices of pizza a bottle of water and paid $31 for a cab from downtown to bx lol unbelievable woke up and realized that my life is amazing hahaha hoped back on a train then the shuttle bus to my crib. tonight im off so i guess i can catch up on some homework

Good deeds

we all know the current economy sucks balls, loosing jobs left and right. so what you have you must hold on to right? WRONG! I came home for spring break, and decided to CLEAN out my closet. finally did so and took all my unworn shirts, jackets and jeans to buffalo exchange...which is a vintage store depending on who you ask. you can sell clothes back, and find amazing things in return. i sold back/exchanged a few things for this brooklyn industries baggie that is growing on me to like . but for the things that they didn't take, i took to a local thrift store and donated it. it really doesn't matter how much i paid for it, or what exactly i donated but it felt grate. I'm still on my mission to continue to help the homeless. slowly but surely im doing it!!!

for that brief moment my mind wanders,
believing that someone is there
listening to my thoughts
trying to understand where i'm coming from
but then again, im lost
in my own sea of emotions
unsure where i started
hesitant to cross the finish line
its me
alone
my thoughts keep me company
it sounds like insanity
it feels like emptiness
even in a crowded room
my thoughts dance in my head
laughing
wishing
that i was a +1
(couple)
but then again, i realize
that me alone
is better than some people
with 2.


idk i just made this shit up not even sure where that came from.

frustration; rambles

this week is spring break, smh break. i haven't really enjoyed my spring break, and I don't think i will, seeing that this is the last weekend before i go back to school. damn i didnt get to chill with my sos', didn't go on the 3 dates i've been reign-checking lol and i'm slowly driving myself insane. I ruined 2 rolls of film *68* pictures to be exact that i was supposed to develop on my own, but some dick head labeled the chemicals wrong so i lost all of my images. oh yeah those 2 rolls were due for my midterm, now i must start alll over again. yearbook, my first deadline in the 23rd. im short 8 pages, let alone the pages i had to eliminate due to the lack of pics, but fuck it, it is what it is. my school dicked me over, so im not going to graduation. the apartments by my house sold, so that means NO PARKING on my block...double take smh. i cant sleep, and i think im insane. lol. oh well. i'll post some pics and some poems i wrote on the train

& i wonder

a long time ago, not more that 8 years ago, i decided to stop dancing for good. dancing was my all, i ate, breathed, slept, and dreamed about dancing. before i decided to become an english major dancing for alvin alley was my top goal in life. but since the directors at my company decided to steal money, and lie, i just called it quits. but recently i've been tempted to start dancing again, but ech i'll just leave it as a "i wonder if". in life you always need those, to help keep you sane trust me

oh well

Friday, I guess I can admit that i did some "dickhead" shit, but at the same time it doesn't really bother me. i was supposed to go clubbing, and to make a long story short, i didn't. i had every intention of clubbing, but i just wasn't feeling the vibes from the people i was going with. call it spiteful but my home girl threw me to the side when she and her bf moved in together. always standing me up, forgetting plans to cater to his needs, so when i had the perfect opportunity to get her back..i did, i stood her up and came home, well to my dorm room. lol. shady? oh well.


Saturday i caught the mean stomach virus, vomit everywhere, not cute at all. but most of all i just stayed in bed and went on a hike pictures will be up soon.

just worked a 10 hour shift and im still feeling sick, gotta unpack my laundry...

&& sometimes you just break...

today, I finally had a meltdown. I knew it was coming in one way or another, but what I didn't know is that it would've happened the way it did. My school did some dickhead shit to me, which causes me to re-question graduation on May 15th. (even if shit pans out, I honestly don't see myself walking since I'm highly disgusted with the shit they recently put me through).

So outside of the normal yearbook, which has been stressing me out to the point where I not sure if I'm coming or going, to my internship, which I find myself calling out once a week, to my job, which is the only thing that is keeping me sane for the most part, I finally let my emotions on the inside, boil over to the emotions on the outside.

I feel like I'm playing catch up for all of my classes. (4 three hour classes and 1 chem retake class) and more than ever I feel like im losing a grip on more than reality.

My mom believes that since I haven't been going to the gym (lol) lately, that I haven't been able to think clearly and figure out my game plan. Who knows, maybe tonight I'll get some miles in....

..the shit that seniors in college go through is like a single mother with 4 kids with 2 jobs goes through. I know to you it might not be a real comparison, but with all of these classes, from photography (still haven't developed my films), yearbook (my team casually forgetting meetings and deadlines) to my internship (the commute alone is time consuming) to my 9-5 on the weekends (who has time to party) to paying bills on time (smh i don't know how i do it, but it gets done) and countless other things i rather not mention is like having kids for me...

&& relationships? that's another blog for a different day...

in two weeks i'll be vanishing off to my moms crib, so deep in jersey i have to mapquest it lol. im not charging my phone, and im not bringing my apple. so im not connecting to anything outside my moms crib...thats going to be my vacation.

Hope everyone reading this works through their situations as well. and enjoys the winter in march (lol)

xoxo
Vintage

Blackberry Lovin'

..now I'm what you call, the blackberry addict. I am actually a walking manuel, and unlike many blackberry fakers, I use EVERY application in my phone. So when I'm in the zone I usually use my notes to write things when I cant get to a pen..so here's something I wrote on my blackberry....

I do not need someone to tell me how to slow down
to enjoy life
to laugh or live life
to understand the meaning of love
Dedicating time to something that’s not dedicated to me
to ruin my nomadic adventures
to judge me and challenge my passion for goals
i just someone to listen
to understand to help me pack for my next mission
to refill my camera
help me straighten my lens
to enjoy the please of adventure and chance
to be told the truth
not the lies of what my ears may fall in love with
to lead my eyes to deceive
what my heart cant fixate to believe
my thoughts linger through the city air
traveling over honking cabs
an as I begin to follow a love
I have no time to chase my dreams
something’s gotta give
and until I fulfill this love of my art
my heart will remain cold
and mine.

Happy Valentines Day... & Happy Birthday Sos'

Soo today (which is now sunday) is Valentines Day, and i spent it at work. go figure. its also my best friends birthday, and although we haven't been as close as we use to be, due to class and shit, i still love you, i still wish you the best of the best, and i hope you enjoy the rest of the day! wishing you many more birthdays and many more days to add to our memory collection! lol.

Growing Up

.. oh man... when graduation comes around, so does all of the extra responsibilities that you've tried to ignore for a while. Apartment hunting is cool, especially when the rents go down, and when your dreams are closer than they appear, it all seems worth it. long day, intern, chem and a 3 hour digital art media class...smh I'm ready to pass out...hopefully I'll look at some graduate schools soon, as well as some more apartments. I doubt i have the energy to do either but for now, its still in the back of my mind that i have to do it...

..hmm maybe i should post some joints that i have written...

hidden talents

..everyone has those hidden talents that they don't really talk about or mention..until they do something they find worthy of previewing to others...here's one of my hidden talents



.. just starting out .. my color palate changes depending on how I feel at the time


.. almost there...


.. up-close on the finished product..




. in its entirety .

&& these are the nights that i live for

ahhh, so much went down this weekend, its hard to recap it all..but instead of trying to remember it all I'll let my pictures tell the story for me.. lol..& all i can say is that, everything was good until that last shot of patron LMAO

they might be out of order but i guess it doesn't matter now lol. goodbye weekend, thanks for the laughs, lol...oh man everyone needs weekends like these. =)

meetings and such

today..smh..way to much work..tutoring is always a blast, but yearbook meeting was a drag..finally got some work done, 8 pages out of 110 lmao..yeah i'll get to it..class is killing me..i love them but them shits is alot of work lol. well i have a few web pages to make for class, and my deadline was 13mintues ago lol. byeee

interns

haha clearly im in the fashion closet doing no work. i think that we lost the burberry invoice on this day...lol oh well its okay..lol run through tomorrow so we'll be gooood.

back to school

randomness is good for the soul...way to much work to do, i think i have some chem homework to finish....yearbook, i haven't even done a page and my first deadline is almost here...my best friend is ungrateful for the shit that i do, especially today for his birthday...smh...poetic justice is playing on my tv right now...i'm still pissed about how ungrateful my best friend is for his bday...im getting sad thinking there is only 100 days left until graduation...i wish life had a manuel...im happy im still sane lol... photography is a hobby that i think i will soon pursue...im finally over my cold...i know this because my nose is peeling from the scabs from blowing my nose so hard...im going to be celibate for the rest of the year....sounds funny but i'm going to do it =)..well much work needs to be done..im outttt

cleaning out my emails

and i came across this piece that i wrote for a poetry class. it stinks now that i think about it, but i actually loved the class and the exercises we had to do. lol

Another day in October
Spent staring at the sky
Rearraging the stars
Caught in the night sky

The sun sets over the city
Buildings fade away in the trees
The expectations for the night
Built with tension then ease

Relaxing with the street lights
Standing on the corner night
Romanced by the cab lights
Oh what a city night.
-.09.07-

.oh how i've grown with this writing thing

Emotional Rollercoaster

Last night I cried tossed and turned, woke up with dry eyes.
My mind was racing, feet were pacing.
Lord help me please tell me what have I gotten into.
Ran my 3 miles to clear my mind, it always me out,
it's my therapy when I'm losing it which is usually.

I'm on a emotional rollercoaster.
Loving you aint nothing healthy.
Loving you was never good for me.
But I can't get off.

Yesterday I told myself I was gonna be okay.
Gonna start a new day be truly happy.
I was gonna take control of me.
But eventually reality hit me.
Mentally, physicaly, emotionally.
And I opened my eyes and realized
that I was still being taken for a constant ride

So tired of you making love to me, then disappearing so suddenly.
Up and down it goes.
And I'm so tired of you pacifying me
with promises you know that you'll never keep.
Round and round it goes.
-v.green


This song is the perfect example of what happened to me last night.
can't really speak on it, rather not either. && i never thought that this would happen to me.

Nights of Insomnia

...So I have a few problems, 1. being that I have insomnia, which causes me to be up at the most random hours of the night, for no reason. & 5 am rolls around on the clock, and due to some previous fighting with (some LAME ass, as Sos' would call him) I've just been in the worst moods and the deepest funks ever. Im bbm'n a friend, and texting the other (how ironic that 2 of my homies are up at the same time as me) and we start talking, and my hands just start typing...

5am
Holds secrets I often try and forget
Realizing that these dreams I can't escape
Reality is all around
no matter how hard I try and change
Deep in my heart
my pillows hold my shame
shady secret filled weekend
empty promises filled with lies
excuses covered in smiles
the only thing consistent in my life
is my inconsistency to love
my bed reminds me
of the trouble I caused
the laughs that I have ruined
the memories that were once sweet
now turned sour
hoping to be forgotten
I catalog my mistakes
and breeze through them
as I Iay awake
starring off into oblivion
I promise to change
while i devise a plan
to always remain the same
to cover my tracks better
and live without shame
5 am holds these secrets
and my heart, with no shame
-vintaget

music talks to me

I'm heavily into music and everything that it represents, but most of all I really believe that music talks to me. It might sound crazy, but hear me out. Have you ever come across a song, or an album where you just find yourself vibin' too, bumpin, feelin it in your veins lyrics, just shit that you can relate to...*insert memorable album here* I have, and as crazy as it sounds, music is still apart of me.

So, Im on the train, and I Wonder comes on by Kanye West on my ipod, and I play this song 3 times in a row. Now I know the lyrics by heart, but for some reason, each verse took on a new meaning. I broke it down...


Find your dreams come true
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means to find your dreams

"I know what my dreams are, and honestly I know each will come soon eventually. 1. I want to teach, I hope to have my own daycare center, continue to travel the world (I have 3 continents left to see), write my own books, and have a publishing company, because trying to get published now is a b!tcH!


I've been waiting on this my whole life
these dreams be waking me up at night

since I intern for two different places and I have a part time job,(lets not mention what I do while I'm in school) but I finally realize that all of my hard work will eventually pay off.

you say I think I'm never wrong
you know what, maybe you're right, ight

im really never wrong when it comes to certain things, and eventually I get my way...


You say he get on your fucking nerves
you hope that he get what he deserves, word
do you even remember what the issue is
you just trying to find where the tissue is
you can still be who you wish you is
it ain't happen yet
and that's what the intuition is
when you hop back in the car
drive back to the crib
Run back to their arms
the smokescreens
the chokes and the screams
you ever wonder what it all really mean

Dudes that I come across just drive me insane. I mean, where is the courting the dates, the phone calls, the text messages? Now everything is based on, when you coming thru, whats good for the night? some lame shit, everyone too good to settle down all of a sudden?
Sometimes I wish I was the old me, stand my grounds, tell my opinion, even when its not needed but when I get around certain people, I just keep hush an stay to myself, no good.


and I'm back on my grind
a psychic read my lifeline
told me in my lifetime
my name would help light up the Chicago skyline
and that's what I'm
seven o'clock, that's primetime
heaven'll watch, God calling from the hotlines
why he keep giving me hot lines

So my friends are the "psychics, and they believe that I will be a writer, teacher, everything that I want to be, my hot lines, my books will eventually get published, lord willing"

i'm a star, how could I not shine
how many ladies in the house
how many ladies in the house without a spouse
something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
what you about
on that independent shit
trade it all for a husband and some kids
you ever wonder what it all really mean
you ever wonder if you'll find your dreams

Im good I cant do the husband and kids right now, since there is so much that I want to do with life, before I bring a mini me into this world....

This Loft In Soho

Had me as soon as I walked into it. For my internship I get to go on photo shoots all over manhattan, brooklyn, queens pretty much wherever we find a location. So anyway we get to this loft, and its breathtakingly beautiful. I met great people, a great supermodel/actress, (not allowed to say who lol) and her entire team, + the people from my team at the magazine. While she was in hair and make-up someone gave me great advice + wished me lots of luck on my voyage after college. Here's a picture of the loft, its pretty bad but hey I had to sneak it lol.










Here's a little thing that I did....

This loft in soho
It represented everything that I am
Open
Free spirited
And like the window
I can see myself
Branching from different streets
Different venues
Taking cab rides to enjoy life
Not to a destination
Driven by dreams
But to a place where
I never imagined
If it only feels right if there aren't any guidelines
Emptied loft
A magnificent blank palette
Leaving room to rearrange
Subtract dusty curtains
Add new furniture
This loft speaks to me
Where I want to be
Eventually.
My passion in life
Is to follow where ever my heart
Skills and mind take me
-Vintaget

feeling a tad bit guilty

& i told him, don't worry, my lies wont hurt you =x


kanye always puts me in this mood. Im not sure what it is exactly, but I always get inspired by his beats, his lyrics (on 808's & heartbreaks) usually gets me.. to think of past relationships that I miss, and those people that I loved...oh well. times have changed. Paranoid & Street Lights are my favorite jams..

Some History

So, I've been using the name Vintage T; once vinTage or whatever but my name came across because one of my fellas from way back told me he missed the old me, the old T that came around and chilled at house parties, chilled outside til 5am, the one who always had time for friends.. and I must say I missed that old T too. In one summer it was like I grew up, literally, changed my hair my friends, and changed my direction in life. So with my passion for vintage things and old school vinyl, it just hit me that i wanted to be VintageT. So after every poem, or thought I usually sign off using that. lol. pretty corny but hey, its me, vintage t, the old tasha, just the way I like it. unpolished, unforgiving, and unapologetic.


--VintageT

Just Vibin'

..my hands do the typing really..


My Fault
I use to think love was a cruel thing
Like tripping a boy just because you liked him
An didn't have the balls to tell him that
..he was what inspired your drawings
In the middle of learning why tape worms are different from ink worms..
(I still don't know)...
Love was a game of double dutch
Always had the perfect timing
But when I jumped in, I tripped
Stumbled an ruined the "type writer"
I couldn't grasp the idea of love
We all thought it was like shoots an ladders
You say something wrong, back to square one
We continued to play games
Not caring who we hurt
Not caring who really fell for the charm
We abused the word I love you
And ruined the perfect image of what
Love really is
We laughed at those who fell in love
Couples made us sick
Even though we desperately desired to be in one
But we never took love serious(ly)
Like those test in gym class
An ace is what again?
When we need love
Love laughs at us
Making us look like fools
Blaming us for why people hate love
An when we need love most
It hides from us
...Laughing at us still
The only ones
Solo
While those who cherished loved
Found love
An those who laughed at love
Had love laugh in their face
-Vintage 1.13.09

His Sweet Escape

The demands of the world brings him to my doorstep
Panting
Wishing
Needing something more than a "pep-talk"
The orders from life drive him to my arms
Forgetting the other loyalties at home
Secretly desiring that I would take him back to that familiar spot
Where our laughs can't be heard
Our inside jokes remain intimate
Held between the sheets covered in passion
Our zest for life
Chasing dreams while we chase our happiness
Following the nights stars
Guiding us to be one
To be the solidarity in each others lives.
The time spent in each others presence proves to be the defining point in our
Lives
We may not admit it but love lives where we hide the ice cream.
In the bottom of our cold hearts
Forced to make lies of why we can't be together.
Past events pull us apart
But when life gets to tough and he can't make it
His sweet escape brings him to reconsider
When nights draw unfaithful memories to his lobes
Pounding his regression bringing the lies to the fore front;
He holds me tighter
Demanding me to bring him back
To his place of happiness;
To his place of seclusion
The combination to his heart
Can not be hacked
His secrets laid adjacent to mine
In the same place
Revived over glasses of wine
Movies to titles we can't recall
His sweet escape turns off the demands of the world
He's stuck not wanting to eat his words
We parted ways for a reason
But knows that in due time I can no longer be his escape. His love dies with me,
Mine in his hands
To forever be mishandled
Since he's the only one that can ever be trusted with
My emotions in its purest form
-vintaget



*while i was laying in bed...i came up with this, and on the train ride this morning, it turned into something completely different. hope you enjoy it*