Wednesday, June 3, 2009

SAYING GOODBYE

SO, I'M LEAVING B.FLY AND STARTING A NEW BLOG. LOOK OUT FOR WAY MORE POSTS, PICTURES, AND A BOOST OF FABULOUSNESS. TUNE IN @ BRIANABALENCIAGA.BLOGSPOT.COM

Saturday, April 18, 2009

FELLAS: HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO WITH A STRIPPER?



So, last night I was speaking to a male friend, and he mentioned to me that he would be going to a strip club, and asked if I wanted to go. I asked if he was going to Sin City (my favorite strip club in NYC. Fat shouts to the ladies of Sin City...that's another post :-)), and he said no, it was a private party...that Keri Hilson song instantly popped into my head, "You're turnin' me off". Now, if you know me you know I'm an "adventourous" girl to say the least; I've been to strip clubs, but I've also been to private parties where strippers were, and what goes on in those parties will NEVER be seen in the wildest strip joints, not Sue's, not Magic City, not even Sin City. So, when he told me that it was a private party I declined the invitation, then asked him how far he'd go with a stripper (in so many words) I said "Are you going to [have sex with a stripper?], and I also asked if he would [get oral sex]. Well, his actions definitely spoke louder than words because he did not reply to either question, which pretty much let me know he would get it poppin' with a stripper. Don't get me wrong, I love strippers, I think they're great and some of the most aesthetically blessed women in the world, but am I going to have sex with one? Probably not. So, my question to you is how far would you go with a stripper? Kanye, Omarion, Ice- T your thoughts?

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

IS THERE A PLOT FOR MASS DESTRUCTION OF THE MIND?

REALITY TV SHOWS, CELEBRITY OBSESSED BLOGS, GOSSIP BLOGS, AND OTHER VARIOUS BULL SHITS. IS THERE AN UNDERLYING MEANING? COULD IT BE A PLOT TO MAKE US ALL SOCIALLY STUPID? WE COULD TELL YOU EVERY CAST MEMBER OF "FLAVOR OF LOVE", BUT WE DIDN'T SEE THE RECESSION COMING. WE'RE INFORMED ABOUT THE WRONG THINGS PEOPLE. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE? LET ME KNOW IF I'M BUGGIN'.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

NEW YORK CITY GANGSTA RATS

Anyone who knows me knows that ihave a TREMENDOUS fear of anything creepy crawly with more than two legs, but being a New Yorker I've grown accustomed to seeing many disgusting rodents on a daily basis, rats more than anything. I expect to see rats in NYC, even on the train tracks but not on the platform running in between people's feet. Wtf since when did rats start leisurely walking on the platform?? When in the presence of a rodent, I will no longer listen to that phrase "it's more afraid of you than you are of it", BULL SHIT! I would have taken a pic but I was too busy trying to avoid gangsta rat and co.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

WHERE'S MY BROTHA TO THE NITE?




A GREAT JOB IN NYC AND DARIUS LOVEHALL? NINA IS SO LUCKY. I JUST FINISHED WATCHING "LOVE JONES" FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, I LOVE THAT MOVIE, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN NINA AND DARIUS WAS SO BELIEVEABLE. THE STORY IS SO ROMANTIC AND REALITSTIC TO REALITY. I BELIEVE, WHEN I WATCH IT A PART OF ME IS YEARNING FOR THAT NINA AND DARIUS RELATIONSHIP. I LOVE THE PASSION BETWEEN THEM,THE CULTURE, THE RICHNESS, THE BLACKNESS. AB0VE, IS A CLIP FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.

Friday, February 27, 2009

'NUFF RESPECT



I JACKED THIS FROM KANYE.

Monday, February 9, 2009

KAWS: OG GRAFFITI ARTIST/DESIGNER/PAINTER





WHERE THE F WAS I FOR HIS NYC EXHIBITION? HOW COME SOMEONE DIDN'T CALL ME?? THIS VIDEO WAS SO INSPIRING! WHAT A LOT OF YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME IS THAT I AM DOPE WITH A BLACK PEN AND SOME PAINT. I DRAW OUT SIDE THE BOX SHIT, AND RECENTLY I'VE BEEN DOING A LOT OF ART WORK, AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO SELL MY WORK. WHAT I LOVE MOST ABOUT KAWS IS HIS USE OF COLOR; HE REMINDS ME OF THE LATE STEPHEN SPROUSE. HIS WORK IS DEFINITELY FOR THIS TIME, THE NEW GENERATION OF YOUNG PEOPLE. CHECK HIM OUT, AND STAY TUNED FOR THOSE B.FLY PAINTINGS!

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Be the Pilot of Your Own Destiny


It's 7 A.M., and I'm flying above the clouds.  As I sit in my window seat of the air plane viewing this picturesque site, I remember the words of the woman at the kiosk "Miss, would you like a window seat, or an aisle seat?", "Window" I replied with the excitement of a five-year-old child.    I fly all the time, but this time feels much different.  The view is spectacular, and here I am, a meer mortal, literally flying thousands of miles in the air.  I began to think about the person who fathomed the idea of creating the air plane, and how ambitious that person must have been for his/her time, and how people must have doubted him. thinking that something so unimaginable was impossible to manifest.  Flying above these clouds has truly made me realize the many infinite possibilities I possess, (we all possess) and that I need to be the pilot of my own destiny.  If I can fly above the clouds, I can certainly obtain all the goals and aspirations I have planned for my life.  But hey, I guess that's why they call me "B.FLY" fly girl, fly...

Thursday, January 1, 2009

THE B SIDE (POETRY CLUB)

THE CROWD
SOME CUTIE ON THE MIC

DANA AND CAM


HAHA DANA TAKES UP ALL THE SPACE!



HE WAS AN "80'S BABY" LOL WHATEVER!





SOULFUL






SASHA AND SHYEEDA



Sooooo me, Cam, Dana, Sasha, and Shyeeda went to the B Side Tuesday nite. The B Side, which was once Conventry's best kept secret had over 200 people in attendance that nite. It was so bad that I was sweating and I wasn't even moved. I was pissed because I love The B Side, but I could barely hear the poets because all the people in the back who came just to feel "cool" wouldn't shut the fuck up! I hadn't been in three years, so I was happy to be there. Q was still the MC, the vibe was still the same, I'm happy I went.

AFTER THE HOUSE OF BLUES PARTY


LOOK AT HER EYES

MY WET HAIR TELLS IT'S OWN STORY.

So...we went to Lebron James' best-friends B-Day party at the House of Blues. I realize that I can only party and have a good time in only NYC or LA. This party was decent, but it was so separated. Like all the celebrities were on stage, totally cut off from the crowd, and even when the persons who's party it was requested that all the guys from the NBA leave the stage and mingle with the party-goers they all remained on stage. Not that I gave a fuck, but it made for a weird atmosphere.