The TRIPOLI Show !

Hi guys !

So I know I’ve been missing in action. Maybe you noticed, maybe you didn’t. I don’t know. What I do know is that I’ve enjoyed your presence on my blog of three years. This was my baby. Writing was an outlet for me to express myself and share my views with the world. There are tons of writers in my family so this was something natural for me to do. However, I’m a millennial and thats the generation I’m usually speaking to and with that being said its unfortunate because millennials aren’t readers. We are more visual people.  Blogging wasn’t fun for me anymore. It became a chore. I lost motivation to continue this blog because I felt like It wasn’t getting that attraction it deserved. Maybe it was me. Maybe I could have put more effort into appealing to my viewers. I don’t think I produced enough consistent content. Many things I could have done to try harder but the inspiration was not there anymore. There are many reason’s why this blog is coming to an end. That’s not to say that I won’t come back later and revamp my site but for right now I am stepping away.

HOWEVER, this is not the last time we have to meet, if you don’t want it to be. I decided since we are such a visual generation that maybe YouTube is more of the avenue for me right now. So thats where you can catch me ! My content for the most part will stay the same. Its just that now I’m in front of the camera appose to being being the keyboard. My channel is called #TheTRIPOLIShow and I am so proud of her growth so far. I’m excited to grow with this baby and reconnect with the people. I love people. Again, if you’re reading this I say THANK YOU! for all the love, inspiration, and support. At the end of the day a person can entertain all day but without an audience we often lose the motivation. So thank you guys for being MY motivation and inspiration. I hope to see you all on #TheTRIPOLIShow ! God Bless.


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How to make him love you

Today at 25  looking back at all the failed love attempts that I had to live through makes me cringe. I use to think it was the guys fault, like I was such a great catch and they were the blame. As I grow wiser I realize how wrong I was. It wasn’t them, it was me. I ruined my relationships. I was to blame. That’s not to say that I want any of my exes back. Oh no! I am a firm believer that what happened was suppose to happen. I learned valuable lessons from them all, so thank you.

This isn’t about them, its about me. If I could tell 20 year old Tripoli what 25 year old Tripoli knows I would have saved myself a lot of heartbreak. However, I can’t, but I can share the secret with you darlings. If you want to make a man love you, you must…………






Straight like that.  I use to think it would make a man love me to bend over backwards for him. It won’t. If anything it shows him that you are second in both of your lives. He will only follow your footsteps. My mother once told me “you teach people how to treat you”. How can you teach a person to read if you can’t read ? It’s the same thing with love. Ever notice how the one you want doesn’t want you and the one that wants you is the one you don’t want. Its a cycle of cat and mouse games. I say lets put an end to all the games just by simply loving yourself more. So yes I do take full responsibility for my failed relationships. My significant other at the time was only following my direction. Had I loved me more he would loved me more too.

Now what does it mean to love yourself first in a relationship? It means that when he’s hungry but you’re tired make his ass order take out and you eat it then go to sleep. If he wants you to stay home while he goes to party you make sure you put on your sexiest dress and go party; make sure you leave first too. If he’s being an ass go ghost on him for a few hours or a few days. Let him blow your phone up. You come first your happiness is everything !

No more do I have the problem of making a man love and respect me. I have a problem of getting guys to leave me alone actually. It’s because I love myself so much that when a man comes along he gets jealous of the bond that I have with myself. He wants to be apart of it… and he can. As long as he realizes that I come first.

Love yourself first Ladies.


I ain’t saying she a gold digger

I think a lot, about everything. I observe even more than I think. Observation is important. You can learn so much by just watching people and their actions. Right now I see a war going on between man and woman. Women are requiring compensation in an exchange for time. More women want men to be givers financially. They are becoming more vocal and aggressive about what they want. “If you want my time you need to pay. I need my hair, nails, and toes, done. You can buy me a new outfit as well”. A typical guys response is “hello no, who are you? I barely even know you. Why do you feel like it’s my job to take care of your grown ass?” Then there becomes a war between man and woman.


What does a man respect most? What is he most loyal to? What will he work his ass off for? What is his most prized possession? MONEY! In a lot of cases the man treats money as if it’s his woman. That’s the only thing that can get 100% of a man’s time, affection, and loyalty. Women aren’t stupid. They pay attention. They want what’s most important to you because it will make them feel some type of importance. I don’t think women do that intentionally. I think they’ve really tricked their minds into thinking they need a man to give them money in order to feel special. No, what the woman needs is love. Since genuine love is so hard to attain women want the next best thing; money. If you ask them why they require money to date them they wont be able to give you a straight answer as to why. It’s a psychological problem.


A man comes along and sells the woman this dream about love and then once the cookies are given he switches up. Leaving women to feel used and alone. With his money he will never switch up. That relationship is consistent. Requiring money in an exchange for time is a woman’s defense mechanism to avoid being played, used, and alone. She feels that if she gets a piece of your most valuable possession it’ll make her feel just as important or at least compensate for the bullshit you’ll put her through. Again, I don’t think women do this intentionally. This is something done unconsciously. It sounds crazy but it’s true. Women aren’t meant to be understood, they were meant to be loved. Notice when a woman is truly in love her demand for goods and money goes down. She’ll take whatever you give her and cherish it. She’ll even give to you. That’s because it was never about the money. It’s about love. This is my theory. A theory I’ve gained through observation. How can we fix this problem? Simple. Men start respecting women as human beings and not sex objects. No matter how she displays herself. Man should always remain a man. Treat her with respect. If you don’t have a real interest in her don’t waste time. Only focus on someone you see potential in. Lets stop using each other for our selfish values and watch the selfish demands decrease. It’s not an overnight process but Rome wasn’t built in a day. It starts with you.



It takes big guts to go out there and do what you want. Unapologetically. Very easily I could have taken the 9 to 5 corporate America position, degrees plastered on the wall. That wasn’t for me. Never will be. I’m me and I make no excuses and offer no explanations. Admire art.

Welcome to LA


” I recently scored a job getting paid to attend parties. I was fortunate enough to meet this young lady while on the job. Maybe it was the booze or the drugs, I don’t know, but she began to spill her life to me. I’m grateful she entrusted me with her thoughts. I got inspired and decided to write this piece. Enjoy”


girl smoking



Got a dream, come here, this is the land where u chase it.

Don’t be mistaken, trust in me and your spirit, I will break it

Where everybody fakes it. And the youthful aren’t forsaken

The playground is my town. Come on lets get naked.

Pool all day, gym at night, party while they sleep.

Pool all day gym at night, Tomorrows on repeat

Who is she? Nobody. oh don’t speak to me.

Your beautiful, nice to meet you! wanna hang with me?

Money here, come get it, what u willing to do?

Trade your morals for a Chanel, baby what wont you do ?

Show me your fears and I’ll play on that shit.

Good don’t survive but evil make it rich

Im here, I’m alive, white girl gives me strength,

Strength to feel like Madonna, confidence that’s pretend

Who cares if its fake, isn’t everything around here.?

But I need that shit, I’m addicted. Lets NOT face our fears.

Bathroom where are u. I need to make a stop. Ill bring my white girl with me so my greed can not be stopped.

Check my nose, check my pose, is my stomach flat enough, is my ass fat enough, maybe squats just ain’t enough

There he is, he just walked in, oh my god he’s so hot.

No really I heard he was hot, I don’t care, Ill take whatever he’s got.

I want a lot. And he can get it for me.

Ill name the baby sophie, and he wont be able to ignore me

If the judge don’t care that I trapped him in this affair then I don’t care. Who else gonna pay for this hair.

This bag, this whip, these clothes. All shit I lease but don’t own.

Shallow I know, that’s just how it go

Just to feel high I stoop so low.

This isn’t my home. Im here alone

Cause when I was home I use to be strong,

I was wrong to think this place would give me life. Its taken every breathe. life is a constant sacrifice.

But im here now.

I’m a newby to this streets

Been here 12 weeks, this is what LA did to me

6 Fantastic Bonding Ideas for Busy Couples

Live. Dream. Inspire.

We just re-arranged my work station at home. I used to sit at a small table that only fits my computer screen and keyboard. And we have a 4-seater dining table. The wisest thing we did today was to make the dining table my work table, so it can accommodate 2 people i.e. my husband and I can sit next to each other while we do our work in the evenings. We now have a smaller dining table, but that is perfectly fine because our children uses their own IKEA children’s table.

As I’m sitting here at my computer doing my work with my husband by my side (for the first time in 7 years – the last time was when we usually sat next to each other in our university’s library, studying for exams), I feel a better connection with him. So I decided to sit down and think…

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I asked God to help me increase my blog entries by providing me with only real life experiences. I didn’t want to be that blogger who just talks about what sounds good to appeal to crowds. I want to be able to say I’ve been through it so that it’ll sound more relatable. I know plenty of people who write about the “hard knock life” without actually living it. It can be done but those stories lack emotion. Emotions that can be felt through each word written, emotions that are easy to be identified with because that reader has felt that same emotion. I want my readers to have that connection with my blog. Lets just say I keep it real, all the way real. If I haven’t lived it I ain’t writing about it.

So lately I’ve been going through the motions of losing friends. I mean we all lose friends but in the past two weeks I’ve let go of a couple, distanced myself from a few more in hopes of them just forgetting me altogether, and called a few out on bullshit. It needed to be done but it had me feeling kind of down. I felt like I was the common denominator in all the situations, which meant that it had to be my fault. How is it that in just a couple months I literally go from a group of maybe ten good girlfriends to now only three?

I sat down and had a talk with my counselor about the situation and she helped me reason and see exactly why I was losing so many friends so soon. It’s called GROWTH people! Yes it all makes sense now. Since 2015 I can honestly say I’m learning more about who I am as a woman. I’m accepting this path that I’m on because I chose it. That comes with the loss of friends. DUH! Think about it, your mom is hopefully a fully established woman. She has her own home, career, and family. Now go count her girlfriends, coworkers not included but her actual real best friends. Well my mom has one. I can definitely see how she got to that point. It is impossible for me to remain friends with girl who I was a friend with when I was lost and naïve. They were lost and naïve too. Finding myself means that I’m not the same girl I was neither are they. So unless we aspire to be like each other, which would be weird, it’s inevitable that we will have different interest as we mature.

IMG_2131 What I thought was the evil of the world separating me from girls I grew to love was actually the universe preparing me for the next level of my life. My mom always told me friendships are like elevators. We all will enter on the first floor; some may ride with you to the fifth maybe some will even go to the fifteenth. However, everyone is not going to the penthouse. So when it is their time to exit the elevator let them exit because if you don’t you will only delay your journey to the penthouse. Let them off that elevator and keep going.

If you’re still friends with those same chicks from high school just know you’re not growing honey. I can understand keeping one friend from high school. Keeping two friends is pushing it. If there are more than three you are being stagnant in some area of your life. God doesn’t intend for us to all hold hands and sing kumbaya forever. Most people that enter your life will only be there temporarily. Find the lesson God sent them to deliver and move on with your life. It’s time to connect with your inner you. Live out your potential and keep moving on up that elevator. Not everyone you lose is a loss.

I traded my Honda for a Benz

I feel like I traded my Honda for a Benz.  Ended up with a Benz that costed me my ends.

This sleek motherfucker took me for all that I got, which ain’t a lot.

Couldn’t afford a Benz brand new so I traded in my new Honda for a Benz that was used.

I thought the Benz would make me feel better inside. But this Benz only good when it’s time to ride.

Can’t ride too much cause I got bills to pay. My tail light went out on my Benz the other day.

To fix that shit man it took my whole check. Now I’m piled up with bills to my neck.

Now I’m missing my Honda cause she was a rider for real. She gave me no problems and was only $20 dollars to fill.

My insurance was low so I didn’t work so much. Now I got a Benz and I’m struggling to keep up.

Lesson of the day, don’t try to live like me.

Cause I ain’t been living like me. Im living based on what I see. Trying to keep up with something not meant for me.

 Not saying it will never happen, but wait for the right time. Move too soon and you’ll dull your shine.

Happiness is something that should come naturally. So don’t trade your Honda for a Benz, like me.”



What was suppose to be a glorious day for us Berner’s on Tuesday, March 1 turned out to be a day of stupidity and disappointment. I hurried to my designated poll location to cast my vote! A vote that I waited in line for two hours to cast. A vote that went to a candidate who has since DAY ONE proven he was for the people by risking his freedom and life by fighting for the rights of MY people. A man who walked with Martin Luther King Jr to ensure the fair treatment of ALL americans. My vote went to a man who saw America for what it is, CORRUPT! We live in a country where there is an Upper class, middle class, and lower class. Slowly and surely our middle class is dissolving. Why? Because the people who control everything are the Upper, rich, class. Hints; Money is power. My vote went to a man who simply wanted to correct the system that will eventually lead us into poverty by creating more jobs, lowering taxes, and raising minimum wage. My vote went to a man who wanted us to succeed by any means necessary and was willing to provide free education. When I say us I mean ALL of us, you, me, your mother, your father, and everyone else in your family unless you are apart of the 1% who dominate the world with their finances, which you’re not ! My vote went to a man who inspired change and gave me hope of a better tomorrow. However, I am only one person. One person with a lot of knowledge simply because I read,  research and pay attention. That isn’t and wasn’t good enough to save Bernie on Tuesday night. Apparently YOU Texans do not read, research, and pay attention to what’s current. Unfortunately, Bernie Sanders did not win the state of Texas. Apparently 71% of you thought that wishy washy  Hillary Clinton would make a better President.

BOOM! Hillary wins Texas. At that moment I wanted to cringe. Thank God I’m relocating to California soon, but that’s besides the point. The point is that 71% of you Texans decided to go cast your uneducated and unresearched vote in favor of a woman who clearly is not for you. Hillary is doing what she knows best. I’ll give it to her. She is playing the role well. So well that you people are buying right into it. How could your mind register around voting for a woman who once worked for Berry Goldwater. If you don’t know who this is do your research please. This man was a republican party nominee in the presidential campaign. This man was AGAINST civil rights. Yes you heard that right. Hillary worked for a man who did not value let alone wish to grant us equal rights. As if that isn’t bad enough Hilary in 2009 accepted the Margaret Sanger award. If you don’t know who Margaret Sanger is she’s the founder of planned parent hood. Since 1973 planned parent hood has executed 13 million black babies. Sanger in an interview once referred to black people as human weeds who needed to be pulled in order to save the garden. Go ahead and listen to that acceptance speech Hillary makes when she is receiving this award in 2009! She states “I admire Margaret Sanger enormously for her courage, tenacity, and her vision.” This is the same woman who 71% of you Texans thought was fit to run this country. I could go on and on about how terrible a person Mrs. Hillary Clinton is but I would be here all night. I don’t really care about Hillary’s campaign or what changes she “promises” to bring. My philosophy on humans is simple. When a person shows you who they are the first time believe them. People don’t change their character they just learn to adapt. That my friends is what Hillary is doing. She is adapting. She is a smart girl I’ll giver her that.

Now when I was in this two hour line I met some pretty interesting people. We had our talks about the future. One thing I noticed was that many people in the line were team Bernie. A few of them, my self included, stated that if Bernie did not win for Democratic party we would NOT be voting in the election. I started to think about all the millions of Berners that thought like me and I came to this conclusion. If Bernie does not make the elections there is a great possibly that many democrats will not vote. Having to choose between Trump and Hillary would be like having to choose between Syphillis and Herpes. THEY BOTH SUCK, IM GOOD WITHOUT EITHER. So if millions of democrats do not vote that could very well grant Mr. Trump the position as our nations president. So way to go guys!  Honestly I do not and will not feel bad if that is how this election plays out because we ALL will be fucked together 🙂 In the famous words of Dj Khalid, YOU PLAYED YOURSELF! Now do you FEEL THE BERN ?

The Evolution

A few months ago I was interviewed by Ms. Mariah Clark on behalf of Pink Productions for “The Evolution”. The interview was focused on my role in the make up industry. The interview was amazing! I enjoyed every minute of it. So check out a snip of the interview below. To read more about our sit down feel free to check out Thank you for having me Pink Productions.

” Make up artist are artist, so when did you know you were artsy? What influences (negative and positive) growing up triggered your passion for make up ?”

I’m already enjoying how this interview is starting off. It’s a good feeling to have someone ask me about who I am and where I come from. In this industry with this job title we are not the main priority, let alone a concern at all. We are considered the workers who come in and do a job. We ask no questions, we make no suggestions. Our job is to satisfy the client. I think there is more to a make up artist than most care to realize. We are indeed, as you stated, an  ARTIST. If I had to choose whom I would rather interview between a lawyer, painter, or engineer, I would choose the painter. I know my choice would be considered bias because I am an artist but my reasoning is definitely one to consider. A TRUE artist lives life with no expectations, they have no boundaries, they rarely follow the rules. They are risk takers. They believe in the possibility of wonderful magical things happening. They Live life as they see it. To decide to be a true artist and make no excuses about it is a risky move. You are gambling your chances of stability, a 401 k, benefits, etc. A person with that mindset is one who deserves an interview because they will not give you a straight out the book answer. If they speak it will be of compassion and honesty. A true artist bares it all….

It’s amazing how we can have entire plan for our lives but the plan that wins is the one that life has for us. I was in school for broadcasting. I figured it would still allow me to live the life I wanted. This included traveling and living life the glamorous way. As I got deeper into my studies I realized this was not my career path. From observing both of my parents and their ways I learned valuable lessons. From my mom I learned that you have to work hard. PERIOD. No matter what you want to do. We were never rich, we were sometimes poor but we were mostly comfortable. I don’t like being poor so I knew that if I wanted to at least be comfortable I had to work. From my Dad I learned to stay true to who you are. An artist is wise, wiser than most. This lifestyle is not for the ignorant and stupid. I feel that a lot of his talent was passed down to me, especially his writing. If you cant tell I love to write! I am nowhere near my destination. In fact I don’t even think I have one. I consider my dream to be one huge mountain that I continue to climb. The higher I go the more I learn and the stronger I get. That itself is my reason for choosing this career path.

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