What a laaaazy day.
This picture is mean but I can’t help but laugh.
If you were on the same tip as me…. you’d understand hahahah
What a laaaazy day.
This picture is mean but I can’t help but laugh.
If you were on the same tip as me…. you’d understand hahahah
Don’t let SCUMBAG SKEEZERS drag your reputation through the mud. You’ll be the one left cleaning up the mess.
(Source: nickthejam)
can i take you to a place? delve deep into my thoughts. not even. my being. cuz thoughts expand lightyears faster in the mind than when you say them outloud. in the mind…. one single thought is instantaneously connected to a multipath highway of connections and networks that’s a lifetime deep in history on how that single thought sits with our very person. so anyways.
a few months back i was on this tip about dancers that dance so much and all the damn time but why is it i don’t see the passion in their dancing? why can’t i feel anything from their dancing? like….there is no passion being evoked from me (the audience). how can they be so disconnected from the music and the feeling?
someone told me not to post it cuz… who am i to talk shit about anyone’s dancing? what have i done? where have i been?
but you know what? fuck that noise. where HAVE I been? what HAVE I done? you don’t even know!
cuz you don’t care to find out. I KNOW. and i know what i know. i know what i see. i know where i been and the people i’ve learned from. not in a class…. in getting called out in the hungry underground of nyc in a two on one raw styles heated cypher. and i sure as hell know what i don’t feel when i watch somebody dance like every beat and move is calculated and the swag is so fresh but the essence is so forced like you can’t just let go and let the music guide you. maybe you’re scared to look bad. maybe you wanna try really hard to make sure you look dope every fuckin two and three and four beat.
maybe i’m not anything to you or to this scene. but i have been judged time and time again. talked shit about. had my talents disrespected. so real talk right now….. i’m fuckin happiest where i’m at right now.
i’ve fallen…. knee deep in this culture of hip hop that is beyond what anyone from my past here in this city has taught me. y’all don’t even know. hate & criticisms have pushed me into a life i never knew… a life i don’t think i could turn my back on if i tried…. and with that…. i can fuckin say whatever i want to say. like i said in my first blog post…. Don’t read my shiet if you’re going to get offended.
Cuz in the end…. it’s all love. it’s all love. dontchu forget it.
**DISCLAIMER: this is DEFINITELY 100% NOT directed at any particular individual. it is more of a rant. there may be crumbs left from that chip on my shoulder. waist-deep in haters this lifetime. i think that was the last of it, though.
This was completely inspired by a pretty deep talk I had with a homie tonight who kinda probed into a psychoanalysis of my life. it was interesting… he uprooted a couple of deep, dark, locked-away sentiments.
apes.bape.cape.gape.nape.paper.rap.tape.Vape.Xscape.
What a chill ass night…… 6 hours of kickin it & seshin’ with some dope ass homies….. that’s the way to celebrate end of sem!
Okay… I’m gonna try something. Open-mind session on a blog. I usually do them with my homies. but i am still on the green tip right now. what a night.
kickin it in the bedroom. dope company. comfy chillin chairs. illin ass music. creativity cultivating, clashing, collecting. waacking & werking. gangsta boss bitch films. untouchable status. back on the pedestal. pussy run everything fuck that noise. mac n cheese, tobasco tang. ketchup do yo thang. sauce boss. make u make it up to me. mothafuckin gangsta bitch. kiss my godfather-pinky-ring. bob marley legend. endeavor to create art consistently. incessantly. like life is my canvas; my portfolio; my dance floor. HIGH GUY LAUGHS. “artistical” minds. hah. disco breaks. warren g. waacking a la mae. circa ’70s gay disco scene era. damn if i ever seen a boss get over a chump man quick. live & learn. that shit happened so young. grow up so fast. take time - no make time - for opportunities to be inspired and creative. materialize it. so you can look back & see your progress & be re-inspired by your growth & your vision at different points of your growth. share it with people. IF I COULD INSPIRE ONE PERSON A DAY…… I WOULD BE A HAPPY PERSON. from the bottom of my heart. oh now i want to do work…..
okay….. i did not edit, proofread or even re-read that paragraph.
unfiltered stream of consciousness - from my brain to the keyboard.
Ambitious girl.. the kinda man worth investing time in.. til then….
on to the next one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcUIv8Y_eIM
go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl………
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Dancing + Singing + Stewie + A bag of weed = AWESOME.
(Source: contrasting-souls, via iamrowandealwithit)
Can I kick it!?
(Source: ohbrittnie, via happybeanss)
Your age don’t make you a man…… You’re actions do.
I’m a pretty chill, down-ass chick. I’m not quick to judge. And I’m not one to hold grudges.
But freal… why do I seem to find all the triflin ass men?!
After a lifetime of lies and deceit…. I realized that nothin really beats honesty & a clean slate…. no matter how bad the consequences are. Shit ain’t easy, that’s fasho. But really… what’s the worst that can happen? I totally believe in being a free-spirit and doing whatever makes me happy (and I can’t say I’m too keen on following rules & laws) BUT YOU GOTTA OWN UP TO YOUR ACTIONS WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN.
Don’t run away and take the easy way out. Fuck that’s an easy thing to say… but a web of lies is sooo much harder to maintain for a lifetime than a quick rip-off-a-bandaid type pain from telling the truth.
My parents taught me that the truth always finds a way to the surface of lies…. and that was a hard fuckin lesson I learned too many times in all the wrong ways.
Lol… damn parents really do know wsup. If I listened to them….. I’d be alright.
Anyway…. YOU MUST NOT KNOW ‘BOUT ME!!!!
Apparently I have an issue with authority figures. Five-o. Security guards. Bouncers. Always fuckin hasslin me!
I’m not a criminal!
Call me…. a free spirit.
Can I get general amnesty for being a harmless free spirit?
Imagine the things I could do….
Bah lemme do meeeee
There’s nothing quite like the jolt of adrenaline you get from a moment of inspiration.
This video puts so many things in perspective!!!!
People always ask me: How the hell am I in TWO post-secondary institutions for two different programs, and running my own business, and the artistic director of another company, and STILL have time to DANCE?
If I could tell you how many times in my life it would’ve been EASIER to just give up on dancing….. all the people who have not only been unsupportive, but have blatantly put me down for it, told me I was foolish for wasting my time, told me I wasn’t good enough, told me I didn’t look right, told me I had to be a certain way, or pay a little more, or wait til the next show…..
Dancing has become so much easier since I decided to not give a fuck about what people said & thought about me doing it. I do it cuz it’s where I need to be every time I hear music. I don’t even care if you think it looks good or if you think the technique is strong enough or if I’m extending enough or making the right facial expressions….
All I know is…. when I dance…. it’s for me…. not for you, or for that hot guy, or that judge or adjudicator. That’s the beauty of it. When I dance… I don’t think. I just…. dance. I can’t even begin to explain that glorious feeling of succumbing to the music and just moving your body without thinking about it. Training is when you should think, slow things down, repeat and drill. Dancing… you should just…. let go of all your thoughts. It’s like an unfiltered materialization of your stream of consciousness into just movements; where you can see exactly what I’m thinking and feeling. Dance should be organic.
Like I’ve said before….. dance is not my job; dance is my passion.
So even though I’m busy hustlin with everything else in my life…. I want to dance as much as I want to breath. And nobody can take that away from me.
I will probably be the old lady dancing at the family party when I’m 76. I’ll teach my grandkids how to really get down, that’s fasho.
Proswed with caution. (did that work?)
Note to stoners & inexperienced blazers: Do NOT blaze right before u go to all you can eat sushi (or AYCE anything for that matter).
You’re just setting yourself up with a big…. fucking…. Surprise.
Stuff ur face with endless motoyaki and so many things with rice on it. Then… BAM! Ur not ripped anymore. And….surprise! ur just a blob now. A big ass blob of Japanese mush.
all i want to do is get lost… knee deep in the beat.
listen to real hip hop….
Oh first thing’s first…. If you don’t know who Cypress Hill is…. you need to get on that shit before getting into this blog.
Hip hop is like wine….
the older…
the better!
Who u tryna get crazy with ese? Dontchu know I’m LOCO?!
Chill to Cypress Hill……
the beginning… why #SWED?!
My mind woke me up today…
“You have slept a sufficient amount of hours to function…..therefore… get the fuck up and get to work!”
Didn’t even need my alarm clock; woke up twice before it even went off. Apparently there’s way too much on my mind for me to even get a solid 6-hour rest.
Also, this month marks 1 year since I started tweeting! So I’ve decided to blog!
-sidenote- (hey it’s 11:11 as we speak. Wishes r stupid to me today, though. The universe is messing with me lately.)
I named my blog SWED-LIFE.
Multi-faceted acronym of my life.
Seek Wisdom Every Day
Soul Waacking Every Day
Speak Well Every Day
Sing Words Every Day
And in the words of Snoop d-o-double-g…. Smoke Weed Every Day
Sexy Winks Every Day
Shine W…..
Okay I hope tumblr let’s me edit this later so I can add on. Hurrah to my first blog post.
**DISCLAIMER: it may get pretty raw & vulgar. Do I have to be a lady? Pfft.
And hey…..if it offends you…. then don’t read my shiet. :)
———-EDIT 1 minute later: I forgot… Someone already took swedlife and all variations, so I had to pick SWED-swag. SaWa-SaWa-Waaat?! Haha #swed
