new goals. old fears.

Bye bye, birdie.

Precious

ohm. 3.3

Right Foot.


Left Foot.


Right Foot.






       

subliminal aefjkldfjlwa--Winne the Pooh

My Funny Pictures: 100 Acre Drug Use: "It's amazing how the internet can destroy ALL of my child hood memories."

c-lick da link

Mature people truths

I hate it when jokes go over my head.

psycho-bitch in the making. right here.

It is a new day...

At least I have that!

Mrow,

God loves me.

 To: The campus community
From: Kimberly Goff-Crews, Vice President for Campus Life and Dean of Students in the University, and Nim Chinniah, Vice President for Administration and Chief Financial Officer
Subject: All classes cancelled — avoid travel on Feb. 2
Date: February 2, 2011

Across Chicago last night and this morning, weather conditions have deteriorated to the point that travel by car, and even by foot, is unsafe. Many commuters, in their own cars and in public transit, have been stranded. The University had to suspend its shuttle service after several accidents.
 
In light of those conditions, the president and provost have decided to cancel all classes and non-essential events on campus on Wednesday, February 2.

__________________________________________
To: The campus community
From: Kimberly Goff-Crews, Vice President for Campus Life and Dean of Students in the University, and Nim Chinniah, Vice President for Administration and Chief Financial Officer
Subject: Classes cancelled for Thursday, Feb. 3
Date: February 2, 2011

After carefully monitoring today’s developments, it has become clear that many streets in Hyde Park and other neighborhoods, as well as some major roadways, will remain impassable tomorrow. The city has communicated that it will not be able to begin plowing side streets, including those that surround our campus, until Thursday at the earliest, meaning that our campus shuttles will be unable to operate, parking will be severely curtailed, and public transportation will be unreliable. These conditions will make it very difficult for many members of the faculty and staff as well as students living throughout the city and the region to come to campus, creating significant disruptions.

Our priority is the safety of our students, staff, and faculty, and focusing the limited staff who are available on critical operations and services. Given these circumstances, the president and provost have decided to continue the status quo for Thursday, February 3. Classes and events will be cancelled for tomorrow, Thursday, Feb. 3, with the expectation that we will resume normal operations on Friday, February 4.

Blizzed.

Mike's hard...yum :).

the macaroni to my cheesies.

Affirmative ... Axn.

Lil' Romeo's 'Rap Snacks'

The best.

You make me smile:

Dusty Butts.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

 Red,

I'm not sure I believe in you anymore. Rather, I'm not sure if I should...I'm not sure if I can afford to. You're so vain.

Red,

Fruit of the Spirit: PEACE

"And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

 "But paradise has been blighted by those who, having tasted the fruit of knowledge, can no longer remember simple virtues."

goombah

cum.

Plantain & Jerk Chicken Nachos, bra.

Goodies

avocados
butter-creme
celery
**
elephant
french fries
**
huckleberries
iguana
**
kuvia- kangeiko
lipstick lesbians
MONSTERSS
no
Ollie the Octopus
Pneumonia
***

DON'T SAY BUM BUM, mmkay.

Note to self, weekend rvw:

lovelies
lemon-mint, lemon, mint hookah
Cooking Mama
Chestnut Mtn.
Hot cocoa/English Toffee Cappuccino
Resident Evil
Black Thai Event
Old Man's Tail
Black Diamond Tumble
Nov. 7th <3
girl on bus
girl on bus in dream
Pharaoh's Anthem
Love or not 

Gangsta's Paradise

Makes me wanna smack my mama!

Bamboo Beats

"You know, the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else.." -- Panda

idk.

AHHHH, DIS SHIT IS BANANAS!

Shane, L-Word

Katherine Moening

*Mwah*

Back to Basics-- by Yours Truly

a haiku: 'Prophesy'

What if love is it?

They say it answers prayers.

But we are still here.

a haiku: 'I Promise'
Don't smile with me, kay?

You do not know what He's like.
Cuz you are too big.

not a haiku: 'Now'
Please, for once, admit that I'm wrong.
Tell me you can see and I'll leave you alone.
Until then, pray I don't possess
The right to show that you are blessed.

not a haiku: 'Blazed'
If I could tell you of my dreams
You'd feed me to the lions
For I don't lie to myself when I dream
So feed me to the lions

not a haiku: 'Birds of a Feather'
 I cannot because you can't.
You see, I'm attached to you
Cuz you live through me. you live in me.
But it's not just me.  I know that. I see that
We are free.

not a haiku: 'Fag'
I've noticed you around.
I know that you are scared.
I am scared too.
I am scared of you.

not a haiku: 'I Know Where the Sun Sleeps'
Can I talk to you in private?
I know we can't talk here. It's too loud in here. Your friends are here.
You don't have to smile that way, you know?
You're not fooling me with that gloss.
You're scared shitless. Your hands are so cold. All those handshakes..and still so cold?
Can't we run? away? It's so cold in here.
I know where the Son sleeps.

a cinquain: 'Gray-bleu'

eff that

you don't know you

you must really love me

i know because you smiled me so

thank you

an Englyn: 'The Sour Puss'

         Ze sits in grungy doorway-- silly queer!

         Silenced, near and aware

         Spare, hypocrite, to beware

         These last days of ze's nightmare.

History of the candycane- Laura Witcher Goldstein

	One of the most often seen symbols of Christmas is the candy cane. Not only are candy canes used as a sweet Christmastime treat but they are also used for decoration. How did this seasonal candy get its familiar shape, and when did it become part of Christmas tradition? When the practice of using Christmas trees to celebrate Christmas became popular in Europe the people there began making decorations for their trees. Many of the decorations were food items including cookies and candy. The predecesor of our modern candy cane appeared at about this time in the seventeenth century. These were straight, white sticks of sugar candy. Part of the Christmas celebration at the Cologne Cathedral were pagents of living creches. In about 1670 the choirmaster there had sticks of candy bent into the shape of a shepherd’s crook and passed them out to children who attended the ceremonies. This became a popular tradition, and eventually the practice of passing out the sugar canes at living creche ceremonies spread throughout Europe. The use of candy canes on Christmas trees made its way to America by the 1800’s, however during this time they were still pure white. They are represented this way on Christmas cards made before 1900, and it is not until the early 20th century that they appear with their familiar red stripes. Many people have given religious meaning to the shape and form of the candy cane. It is said that its shape is like the letter “J” in Jesus’ name. It is also in the shape of the shepherds’ crook, symbolic of how Jesus, like the “Good Shepherd” watches over his children like little lambs. It is a hard candy, solid like a “rock”, the foundation of the Church. The flavor of peppermint is similar to another member of the mint family, hyssop. In the Old Testament hyssop was used for purification and sacrifice, and this is said to symbolize the purity of Jesus and the sacrifice he made. Some say the white of the candy cane represents the purity of Jesus and his virgin birth. The bold red stripe represents God’s love. The three fine stripes are said by some to represent the Holy Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Others say they represent the blood spilled at the beating Jesus received at the hands of the Roman soldiers. From its plain early beginnings to its familiar shape and color of today, the candy cane is a symbol of Christmas and a reminder of the meaning of the holiday.

Get like her.

"Everything looks good on me. I just don't know...I was created in the morning of the day. *hair flip*"-- mom!

"Hold your head up high, gorgeous, they will kill to see you fall."

Don't tell me this isn't real.

"Where's my snare. There is no snare in my head phones. !!"

It's been a while since I word vomited (thanks 'Mean Girls') on here. Here goes no-thing:

1) I do worry about you. I hope you're okay. It appears so. I wear your socks from time to time. and smile. Like this- :).

2) I hate that you feel you can't be yourself, baby. I pray for you. For me. For us. For peace.

3) Pre-marital sex...FUCK.

4) The fact that we are blessed allows us to be blessings to others.

5) Will you dance with me? If you don't, I don't care...I'll pull down my underwear.

6) You don't know me. You couldn't. But why? I'm everywhere. I'm inside of you. too. I'm. I love.

7) "Live unbruised we are friends"- Sigh No More, Mumford & Sons.

nuff said. 

Mad. ea.

Tyler Perry's 'I Can Do Bad All By Myself' is hella good! mm. mm. Mm!

 Here are three reasons why:

Tiraji P. Henson

Adam Rodriguez

Brian White

The Bestest in the Westest!!

Note to self:

Tomi:

Israellaj Francisca                  Mikael Obikunle
Dehzirae Tina                        Tomas Obikunle
Anastacia                               Ezekiel (Zeke) Obikunle 
Daniellaj Anagold
Genevieve
Amber Rose =)
Naomi
Scarlett


Tolu:

Katherine Emelia               Jr. Obikunle
Anne-Sophie                      Theodore Obikunle
Gweneth
Sophia Inor
Elizabeth
Ana/Anabelle
Karenina

The Counter-- BEST BURGERS EVER??

The Beast

Chickado Delight

You say there's no God?? For shame...

Friday with Mic after Mo-Mo went awol

Note to self: One day, tome-tome, you'll be able to afford this...until then, just avoid Godiva.

Borders. Landau. Godiva. Ghirardelli. 

Twas grand, babe. 

C'est la vie.

 

Fall a la casa de Obikunle y Ratliff

High five, buddy.

WORLD AIDS DAY 12/1/2010

 

 

From the mouths of babes:

hamstert is the 3rd person sing. of the verb 'hamsteren' which means to collect basically :-) what the rodents do in their cheeks.

"Yesss?...Can I help you, dawg??"

"What would you do if your son was at home crying all alone on the bedroom floor cuz he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money and his daddy's gone..."

This reads: "I've been sleeping with one of my best friend's boyfriend...she's been away but she's coming back and I don't know what to do. I think I love him but I love her too..."-- again, RC Girl's bathroom stall.

My response to Ms. Anon-- at the end of the day, who's more important to you- you or your bestfriend??

Why I heart UChicago and girls?

 

Girls bathroom stall-- Reynolds Club, Uchicago. 

stop. jiggle. sigh. --you silly.

tomi: "hi mom...Hiiii!"
momma: "you're high?"
tomi: "haha no momma, i said 'hiiii'."
momma: "o i thought you said you're high, i was gonna say, 'have you been drinking alcohol??' haha"

my pride. my joy. my mommy.

I could do this with you as often as necessary...

It's me, an almond croissant from Medici (albeit a hella exaggerated one!), snitches!


I often wish I had a tape recorder to document all the loveliness that happens to me. But, I don't. That's okay...I guess we'll have to keep this up, huh?

o panda..

Tomi: " I don't know though-- what would life be like without romantic love?.."
Amanda: "what would my dick be like without herpes?"

'Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche'--Pablo Neruda

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo : 'La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'.
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oir la noche immensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto al amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque ésta sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

One hundi, bra.

Sometimes, my people just disgust me. Unforgivable: *check da link. and cry. 

The Reality of Homosexuality in Africa: The Yoruba Example

Oh jeff. free. -- waffles are all I know your ppl to be about!

Belgium, apparently. lol.

Very good, young grasshopper.

Insane Kid Bassist!!-- blow me. blows my. mind. 

Fake Library

AnOthermag.com

Love et al.

Message from Jonathan

What is the difference between the "mind/ego" and "spirit"? If, perhaps, your spirit shines through your being at a time, someone may say, "your eyes are youthful and sparkling". The "ego" will then look in a mirror and SEE...OBSERVE...the sparkle in the eyes. The insane ego LIKES how it feels in that moment. In an attempt to feel more of it, it attempts "replication". The person/ego will then TRY...ATTEMPT...to MAKE their eyes sparkle with "behavior". Perhaps they will try to "widen" their eyelids...try to induce the sparkle. It is at this point that the "ego" blocks the access of your spirit to you and the sparkle goes away. 

Influences: The essence of life itself. 

Church: The spontaneous formulation of a mutual identity involving life forms that are organized around itself. I/We. The birth and death of an identity..an expression. The what is the why. When it is formulated from love, explosive expression involving ALL of the components equally is observed and leaves any other organization of consciousness in observation of this in AWE. Church is the organization of life around love/spirit and not a place that you "go to". This is when TRUE creation occurs. A "church" can form within your own body as well. When this occurs, one is neither displaying positivity nor negativity. They will display CERTAINTY. They will be piercing, commanding, and the voice of life in that time. The reason "song" came about is that when a group of people experience this they can not help but to express. Since they ALL need to express in an explosive creation of love...the obvious result would be a chorus within which all are equal, yet unique contributions...the bursting into SONG. When this happens within a person individually, you can see where "art", "architecture", or anything else creative comes from. The love of spirit.

It is VERY simple. Do the cells in your body attack each other when they are healthy? Do they hurt each other in any way? We are just a few scales up from cells. We are all cells to something larger. I believe life is a dream. Is that so bad? Would you want the cells in your body to be aware that they are just sitting there being cells? No. Wouldn't you want your cells to be able to dream? I think they might. I think we are larger cells dreaming. 

Basically the truth is this. "Radiating" energy is NO different than "doing" anything else. If you send "energy" that is no different than giving a "hug". But, that is NOT "love". It can be the "result" of love. There is only ONE way to love....love.

It requires no more effort than that. So VERY simple that it has eluded almost EVERYONE. All of your cells in your body are unique systems, right? WHAT is animating them? YOU. YOU are EVERY cell in your body. If you know the scalar nature of this reality, there is only one truth. YOU are ME. If that is true, HOW can you "send" me love? Just LOVE ME.

Picture two people in your mind, standing there looking at each other. Now, picture these two being in love with each other. Picture them loving and expressing love to each other. WHO "really" did that? You have two characters in your mind "interacting" with love. But that love was an INTENT. It was YOUR intention. In your mind, you had two people "expressing" your intention.

The beauty of life is that YOU are a CREATION and also the CREATOR. As a creation, you get to express the intent of the creator (the larger part of you) and also be able to "create", so you can observe the manifestation of YOUR intent.

I love you. 

:)

http://www.lukasig.com/adampants.html

Dear Jeffrey Guilmot, if ever you read this, know that I love you. -- Sincerely yours, Tomi<3

Fuck, you're gorgeous.

The lake was a dark cornflower blue this morn. sigh. <3 *here, it's slightly lighter than my blue:

Now tell me this isn't glory!

Tryin'/Learnin' to adore the ordinary.

Emerson on Love,

For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life's book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and brain, which created all things anew; which was the dawn in him of music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with purple light, the morning and the night varied enchantments; when a single tone of one voice could make the heart bound, and the most trivial circumstance associated with one form is put in the amber of memory; when he became all eye when one was present, and all memory when one was gone; when the youth becomes a watcher of windows and studious of a glove, a veil, a ribbon, or the wheels of a carriage; when no place is too solitary and none too silent, for him who has richer company and sweeter conversation in his new thoughts than any old friends, though best and purest, can give him; for the figures, the motions, the words of the beloved object are not like other images written in water, but, as Plutarch said, "enamelled in fire," and make the study of midnight:— 


"Thou art not gone being gone, where'er thou art,
Thou leav'st in him thy watchful eyes, in him thy
loving heart."

 

John Ashberry-- 'THE BEES HYMN'

IGNORANCE OF THE LAW IS NO EXCUSE

We were warned about spiders, and the occasional famine.
We drove downtown to see our neighbors. None of them were home.
We nestled in yards the municipality had created,
reminisced about other, different places—
but were they? Hadn't we known it all before?
In vineyards where the bee's hymn drowns the monotony,
we slept for peace, joining in the great run.
He came up to me.
It was all as it had been,
except for the weight of the present,
that scuttled the pact we had made with heaven.
In truth there was no cause for rejoicing,
nor need to turn around, either.
We were lost just by standing,
listening to the hum of wires overhead.
We mourned that meritocracy which, wildly vibrant,
had kept food on the table and milk in the glass.
In skid-row, slapdash style
we walked back to the original rock crystal he had become,
all concern, all fears for us.
We went down gently
to the bottom-most step. There you can grieve and breathe,
rinse your possessions in the chilly spring.
Only beware the bears and wolves that frequent it
and the shadow that comes when you expect dawn.

Shakespeare, Dub.

SONNET 129

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Is lust in action; and till action, lust

Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,

Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;

Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;

Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,

Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait

On purpose laid to make the taker mad:

Mad in pursuit and in possession so;

Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;

A bliss in proof, -- and proved, a very woe;

Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.

All this the world well knows; yet none knows well

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

c.v.

Life is so beautiful.

Somehow I keep being blessed with random niceties.

Light as a feather, b.

@ ajlattimore -- 'thin your heard' keeps repeating itself in my head..

Slowly but surely cleansing myself, shedding unnecessary baggage - some ppl, thoughts...

widdle weiners

numb (in').

numbin' up.

you're so fuckin' welcome.

'Sexile', Jamie Cortez (and boobs)-- "Eventually, I got tired of all that negative caca that I had to sit those bitches down, pull out the Rolex, and tell their asses what time it was."

"In Cuba, we learned that giving head is lowly. This is not Cuba."

"Rolando Vitoria...He was the most bitchy, hilarious, faggoty, faggot ever. I adored her."

"It's corn. It's flaked. It's a corn flake. They FLAKE CORN."

"Nine years old and I was pimping a GOAT to get laid! And do you know what? That goat wasn't even that cute if you really looked at the bitch!"

'They gave us tiny plastic USA flags, bibles and the little "Welcome to America" book that showed you the poem to the flag and "Jose Can You See." ' 

"You gonna be beautiful, girl. Like revolution in the flesh. Like hope."

"I was a wreck, child. Tore up, beat down, dirty, hungry, tired, but after just forty eight hours in the U.S.A., I had a papi and a private crib. All I needed was a poodle and a picket fence! I was so exhausted, I almost didn't realize he was seducing me, but then I realized and I thought, "I know this. It's beauty and sex getting me what I need." Different country, some exchange. Pussy power, baby, Pussy Power."

"...let me tell you straight up, I LOVE COCK. Just to say the word "cock" makes my mouth feel full..." 

"Now my cock has become one emotional bitch. It only gets hard for guys I really like." 

New York, New York.

Preparin' for a gendermuthafuckin' good time. Adios Mios.

Amazing Grace

Wicker waka

fyi

I don't appreciate it when people leave me voicemail msgs... o_O

Ms. Rose...

Bliss

It is 75 degrees out. Praise the lujah!

Going to miss you

Mom just walked in here like 'you need to get your sleep schedule in check' (well, it was more like a 'uhh, what are you doing??!'). Little does she know I do some of my best thinking at night...thank you very much.

After watching about 1.5 seasons of Mad Men, Don is decidedly NOT my cup o' tea. Just watched the episode in which he finally gets called out for cheating...haha, how awkward. I understand that his perfect little boring wife doesn't make him happy, but the nerve he has to talk to her like he's some saint, Oh it just IRKS me.Were all men in the 60's chauvinist pigs!? Lol, i digress...

9, count 'em, NINE days before I head back to my other side :).

It's been grand.

Ahh, welcome back.

I am alive and well but confused as ever nom nom. But I mean, peace, I'm gonna figure out what to do with myself even if it kills me. MAH.  Summer has been good to me and my loved ones, it appears. Can't believe it's almost September? wOw. Alia just left the other day.'Where have all the soldiers gone?'

I need to get out of this country at some point.

Insert picture of chocolate pocky here.

time for bed

I think its a full moon today. tis very majestic. kind of like my ***

Also, I'll be going to a Yeasayer concert this vendredi. get like me.

just one of those days...

nom nom nom.

Decidedly, my favorite song of all time is 'hallelujah' (not Leonard Cohen's original but the cover by Rufus Wainwright).

Bundle of joy i.e. Baby Varro

I'm speechless, really.