Monday, September 21, 2009

Reverie of Self

"It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words." ~Eric Hoffer

Seeing has how my 28th birthday is in 9 days I've come to a point of reflection in my life. I think that I've accomplished a lot on in my short time on this Earth but I think I have so much more to do. When I was in high school no one could have told me that by the time I was 30 I wouldn't be married, have 3 kids and have a Nobel prize in Biochemistry. Obviously none of that is going to happen by 30. Life never goes according to plan and I'm cool with that.

Occasionally, events will occur in our lives that cause us to stop so that we may reflect and re-evaluate all that which comprises the many facets of our life. These periods cause us to re-prioritize things, abandon what does not belong or is making our lives more difficult and stressful, and seek out what truly matters to us.

During the next few months I will be transitioning into the work world (at least for the time being) for the first time in my life. I have many decisions to make about what I want to do, where I want to live, etc. During this time, I think I may be able to gain insight from my dreams, for dreams are the gateway to the subconscious. They can reveal truths that I am unable, or unwilling, to see when awake. If this is true then my past couple of blogs have me more confused than ever. lol

During periods of reflection, you may learn that you must release your fears to be able to move beyond what is holding you back and preventing you form reaching your true potential. You may not know what your fears are, so reflect, meditate, journal, do ritual or divination, or something else altogether, to help you see what fears need facing. It has also occurred to me that there is absolutely no reason why we should have to wait until moments such as these to begin reflecting. Wouldn't it be better to re-examine things at times when there isn't already stress weighing us down?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Friends, how many of us have them?

"I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends."
- Walt Whitman
I don't think its by accident that the motto of my fraternity is "Friendship is Essential to the Soul". Before I pledged that great frat, I held the motto true to my heart. I have a myriad of friends. I have friends that I've known since I could remember. I ask my mom how I know certain childhood friends and she would say well her/his mom is friends with me, so you guys had no choice but to be friends. I have high school friends whom I'm still cool with to this day. I have college friends whom I think I will never forget. I have high school friends whom I became closer to when we got to college (read: Club2300). I have grad school friends whom I've met since I moved to Nashville (shout out PC's).

Friends are a lot different that acquaintances to me. If I call you my friend I take that seriously. I would do a lot for my friends and I would go a long way for them. I would put money that my friends feel the same way about me. All of my friends are different. They all have different personalities.

Different people have different tastes and temperaments and hence make different types of friends. They tend to bond with some and stay away from some. It is rightly said that "A friend to all is a friend to none". We tend to meet new people day in day out but out of those numerous people, we tend to be friends with only those who share some similar traits or attitudes. With time and growing trust, some people get really close to each other and remain true friends. They stand up for each other in times of need and provide full support when you lose confidence in yourself.

So I implore you to pick your friends wisely and ask yourself what type of friend are you?

Before I go you know I had to do it. lol.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


**On a scale of 1-10 on the random/weird scale my dream Friday night was a 12. It had like 3 different parts but they were all connected somehow.**

At the beginning on my dream I'm homeless and my homeless friend was Whoopi Goldberg. We were like best friends or something. We would collect old soda cans and bottles to try to get money. I have no idea why Whoopi was my friend.

One day I got news that one of my close friend's (can't remember which one) was in the hospital. He was diagnosed with some kind of terminal cancer. Somehow/some way he concocted a plan that as he was dying that I should commit suicide (yeah I know). So a couple days later I go see him in the hospital and he is in his last hour. He pulls out a gun and suggests that I shoot myself. Of course I look at him like he is crazy. Dude really had the nerve to get upset with me.

All of a sudden I'm leaving the hospital and I see Jason (Friday the 13th) in the hospital. Apparently he was there doing his usual murder thing. He was trying to kill this little girl who apparently held the key to stopping him. So being the hero that I am, I tried to save the young girl. All these people around us were dying and I eventually made it to a car and drove away from the hospital. The thing is I look in my rear view mirror and Jason is behind us driving an ambulance (I don't remember Jason being able to drive in any of the Friday the 13th movies).


Homeless- To dream that you are homeless, indicates that you are feeling insecure. You are unsure of yourself and where you are headed.

Suicide- suggests that you are saying good-bye to one aspect of yourself and hello to a whole new you. It is symbolic of a personal transformation or a new stage in your life.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Labor Day Weekend Miami

The Hotel

**I wanted to do this blog post at the beginning of the week but I was being lazy so here it is.**

This summer I had yet to take a real vacation (Essence and DC [2x] didn't count). So seeing as how the last weekend of the unofficial summer just passed I took my black ass down to Miami. I figured that the weekend would be a lot less niggerific than Memorial Day weekend. Based on what I've heard and saw I was pretty much right.

So I got down there Friday afternoon and I was worried because scattered showers were in the forecast all weekend. As I stepped off the plane I noticed it was raining so Friday didn't consist of much besides getting something to eat, walking around and going to sleep early. I know I suck but I was tired and couldn't help it.

Saturday consisted of going to the beach and catching some rays before the rain kicked in. Still had a good time on the beach although I wished I could have stayed out there longer. Before I got down to Miami I wondered if my body was beach ready. One thing that I learned is that no matter how bad you think your beach body may look, there is always someone that looks worse than you. Case in point:

I also ended going to the mall later that evening. They have a pretty nice mall out there although I'm not really a mall person. I did get to catch Inglorious Basterds. If you haven't seen it, please do. Its a typical Tarantino film. Lots of gore, action and humor.

Sunday consisted of more beach time. It didn't rain at all on Sunday and I was happy about that. Went to the strip had an early lunch at Primetime. My food sure was good and it looked good. Man I crushed that steak.

I couldn't leave Miami without making a stop by Wet Willies and getting me a drink. I had a mix of Mango and Margarita. I tried that Call a Cab and it tasted like cough syrup to me. *shrugs shoulders* That was only one of the drinks I had the entire weekend.

Monday I brought my ass back to Tennessee. I sure didn't feel like it.


I know what you're thinking. This is Tunde. He loves to party [party, party, party lets all get wasted]. How come he didn't go out. Well lets get to that. For starters everyone seemed to want to be a baller (I'm pretty much expected that) and the club promoters took full advantage of it.

So Saturday night got to Sobe & the Mansion (basically next door to each other) around 12. Both lines were ridiculously long. The Mansion was charging $40 (not bad) for the general admission but the line was at a standstill. The VIP line was $60 (still not bad) but that line was at a standstill also. Sobe's general admission line was $60 and their slow express line was $80. It was the same deal with their line. It wasn't going anywhere. Waited for about 30 minutes before both clubs got chucked the deuce. Oh and their bottle service was like $360.

Sunday I thought I had the formula. Trey Songz and Jermaine Dupri had a party that was at Liv. Doors opened at 11 so I figured get there at 10:30 and we should be good. Not even. The line wasn't that long but 10:30 quickly turned to 11:15 and we hadn't moved but 5 feet and that's because people ended up leaving the line. I overheard the bouncer talking to this guy near me and he was like you don't have to wait if you get bottle service. The dude asked how much. He said $1000. o_0 I was thinking dude can't be serious. Then shortly I found out that general admission was $100 for men and $60 for women. For a party that just started 15 minutes prior! Yeah right. Walked the four blocks right back to my hotel.


Besides the club fiasco I had a great time. Let the birthday month continue. I'll be home in two weeks for 10 days. If you're home get at me. I got two weddings, my birthday party (at Ibiza I believe) and my high school reunion (at Indulge I think).

Chilling on the beach getting my tan on.

Monday, September 7, 2009


On Saturday afternoon I took a nap and had a really random dream (like they all aren't). So for some reason I was standing in the parking lot of Popeye's on Jefferson Street (in Nashville) with the bruhs [Ques]. We were doing what the bruhs normally do. Talk shit, set owt hops and eat chicken. All of a sudden I look up and its a giant wall of fire as high as the eye could see was coming at us. Think of Independence Day when Vivica Fox was running with her baby in that tunnel and that big wall of fire was coming at her. They don't really make action movies like that anymore. I think that's the movie that officially secured Will Smith's stardom. **ok. end tangent.** Anyway as the fire was coming towards us the only thing I could think of was to run inside the Popeye's and hide in their giant freezer. I guess it worked because we came out and everything was char coaled.


Fire- means extreme emotional intensity.

Firestorm- warns of extended state or time of intensive emotional outbursts or displays.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Birthday Month/Guest Post

First let me say that today is September 1st which begins my birthday month. I will be celebrating all month long (no matter how small) so stay tuned. I may be coming to a city near you. lol This weekend is Miami. I'm kind of excited. Let's get it.

Second, Diva over at DC Dating Adventures allowed me write a guest post on her blog. Go over there and check it out. Also read her posts. Her dating life is hilarious. Click here to read my post.