Alpha Class, missing 6💜. #ΦΔΕ
The Bonsai Garden. (Taken with Instagram)
On our field trip to the National Arboretum. (Taken with Instagram)
i adore vintage menswear.
You are more than a conqueror. Don’t be discouraged by the bumps in life. God never makes life unbearable for you. Have faith. It’s a test. If you want it, speak it. If you pray about it, don’t worry about it. Easier said than done, but believe there is power in the tongue. Speak things into the…
The past year has been a year full of things that I wish I would have documented when they were happening but since I didn’t, I’m gonna take the time to do that now. I’ve laughed and loved, failed and succeeded, but overall I love the life that I’ve been living.
Summer 2011 was definitely one for the books. I began a new job, and that introduced me to people and experiences that I will remember forever. The bond that my coworkers and I built lasted way beyond our tenure at Nordstrom, and I am glad that these people are now my friends. In addition to these new comrades, it was also my first summer staying in DC. To my benefit, all of my closets friends were staying in DC as well and we lived as lavish as possible. Late nights and early mornings, party and bullshit.
[Marsh. Steven. Ni.]
[Teen & Ni.]
[Crystal & I.]
[All Black Everything.]
[Ni’s Birthday Party.]
[All White Party.]
Every year there’s an annual White Party thrown by Howard’s UGSA. Last year was the first time I decided to actually participate and I’m glad that I did. It was quite lavish, and a good way to start the 2011-2012 school year. Everyone was pretty crisp, and of course the party was banging.
Homecoming at Howard was immaculate as usual. Celebrities. Parties. Liq. Basically everything under the sun was involved and I enjoyed it all. Due to all of this enjoyment I barely remembered to take pictures, but nonetheless I had a great time.
[ResLife Queens with Lance.]
[Howard v. Hampton]
This year the Howard vs. Hampton football game was held at Hampton so a few of us decided this would be the perfect time to take a road trip. This happened to be a great trip, with few bumps in the road. Good times. Good company. and Good Liq. And to top it all off Howard WON the game!
[Ariel. House. P.]
[Christmas Break 2011.]
This was the first chance I had to go home in months and it was definitely needed. I missed everything. Family. Friends. Coney Island. 7mile. Northland. Anything that had to do with Detroit I missed it, and when I got the chance to go home, every second was time well spent.
[Bros over Errythang.]
[Cousins fo Life.]
Serving as Vice President of Recruitment for Phi Delta Epsilon International Medical Fraternity, DC Alpha Chapter has definitely been one of the best experiences I’ve had in my life. I definitely wasn’t an easy task, but I am so proud of my Beta Class. The late nights and headaches were definitely worth it. I love each and everyone of them with all of my heart. #ProudFather.
[Bison Ball 2012]
This years Bison Ball was my first and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Besides, one minor mishap, my night was great. And Michigan Club winning State Club of the Year put the icing on the cake. Crisp.
It never dawned on me that numerous people who I’ve built incredible bonds with would be leaving and continuing their lives elsewhere. When I finally did realize this I couldn’t help but to feel some type of way. It was bitter sweet. I wanted them to move on and continue to grow, but I didn’t want them to leave. I had to get over it, for change is inevitable. I’m so proud of the Class of 2012. I miss them already =.
[Nato. Tiff. Midg.]
[Raisa.]This year was beyond amazing.
I believe Jehovah Jireh
I believe there’s heaven, I believe in war
I believe a woman’s temple
Gives her the right to choose but baby don’t abort
I believe that marriage isn’t
Between a man and woman but between love and love
And I believe you when you say that you’ve lost all faith
But you must believe in something, something, something
You gotta believe in something, something, something
|—||Toni Morrison, Sula|
A break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, or action. This is exactly what happened to the cultivation of my blog. Why? This is something that I can’t answer with solely one determinant. Maybe I was too busy. Maybe I got bored. Maybe I ran out of things to say. But whatever the case may be, I know one thing…I missed my blog. I thought about something to write everyday. I thought about the title of my next post. I wondered who would read it? But no matter how much I missed what once was, I never was motivated to post anything. I did have a few close encounters; hence the sporadic posts every blue moon. But nothing was ever how I intended it to be or portrayed what was really going on inside of my head. I wasn’t inspired anymore. I used to visit my Dashboard and my eyes were exposed to a plethora of inspiration. But during the time of my hiatus, I had no such encounters. I saw the same images, the same celebrities, the same WSHH videos, and heard the same music. I’m not saying that something is wrong with all of these things, but everybody’s Tumblr looked the same. Where was the uniqueness that captivated me in the beginning? The same uniqueness that moved me to even create my own Tumblr? Idk. It was lost, maybe gone forever. Wherever it went, my desire to add to this world of inspiration went along with it.
I used to write about and blog things that meant the world to me, people that I love, and experiences that I’ve had. Somewhere, that all got lost in translation. As I sit here and try to recapture the original essence of what once was, I realize that this isn’t the first time live felt like this. I’ve written something closely related to this some time ago, and I was determined to “get back to my roots” and continue that initial vision that I had for my blog. I think that time is now. So its safe to say, IM BAAAAACCCKKK!
pinnacle of neo-soul
As I look at my mail from across the globe, from places I have never ever dreamed I would know about and people speaking languages and expressing cultures and religions I could only hope to one day see first hand. I am humbled by the emotion that fills my heart with overwhelming, overflowing Joy. I can’t even explain the insurgence of emotion I feel when I try to express the strength I draw from you all, it compounds my faith and it shows me yet again that this is not a case about the death penalty, this is not a case about Troy Davis, this is a case about Justice and the Human Spirit to see Justice prevail.