tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39973707920530605022024-02-07T13:54:11.083-05:00Beautiful.Visionbeauty is in the eye of the beholder.beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-34920517255589546082010-12-28T13:58:00.003-05:002010-12-28T14:04:27.556-05:00let's move on...<div style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here's what I DON'T want to see in the next decade...</span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >1. <span class="Apple-style-span" >Discussions on the Black woman</span> - if you are not a Black woman, I really don't want to hear your opinion about what we do, how we do it, or our weaknesses. I don't want to hear men commentating on why so many Black women are single or the way we should wear our hair or even our style of dress. you have no idea what it's like to be a Black woman unless you are one. sooo just be quiet.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" >2. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Loose fb statuses and tweets</span> - everybody does not need to know your business, <b>ESPECIALLY</b> when it comes to your sex life or lack thereof. how do you expect to receive respect when you don't respect yourself. granted, no one should be judged solely on their social networking but how do you expect to get a job when your last status says, "I want some head" -_-</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" >3. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Trend thirst</span> - just because other people are doing it, doesn't mean you have to do it too. <b>stop being so greedy.</b> if you have an iPhone and a mac, why do you need an iPad too ? if you think jeggings are ugly, why would you buy a pair just because they're supposed to be "in" ?</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" >4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">People whining about being single</span> - being single at a young age is a beautiful thing. There are so many other things that are so much more important than being in a relationship at 20. <b>Focus on yourself</b> and your companion will show...eventually :)</span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >5. The words: <span class="Apple-style-span" >grind and swag</span>. please bury them in the back of your mind and leave them there.</span></p></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-35704994259922933732010-08-22T21:15:00.004-04:002010-08-31T20:55:46.321-04:00mother dearest :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9zGqh3O05pSbCdy1hLIncBY2s9xKMHfIV6yzTj_5fER3XcXvPAW9-y6lkOrfqgX8Skd6HTSqOfar8jI_qnHp-GlSSbdty1PdiovTLhCABr4R4JILoIq2wZqYY7abqwnYN-uLzUXc96c/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9zGqh3O05pSbCdy1hLIncBY2s9xKMHfIV6yzTj_5fER3XcXvPAW9-y6lkOrfqgX8Skd6HTSqOfar8jI_qnHp-GlSSbdty1PdiovTLhCABr4R4JILoIq2wZqYY7abqwnYN-uLzUXc96c/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511742030968368850" /></a><i><br /></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i>4 weeks ago, I began my journey across the atlantic to a foreign land for a new beginning in the middle of a short story called college. i moved to ghana to start my junior year off right, away from the superficial cattiness of America, to breathe new air and set myself a part from millions of people who have doubted and diminished the value of the MOTHERLAND and all she has to offer. so far it has been a decision that i both loathe and love. you see, ghana and i are in the early/awkward stage of our relationship. her family isn't quite fond of me yet. her traditions are so different from my own. we don't exactly share similar interests in food or clothing and i'm not really comfortable in her space as of yet. she makes me tread far distances on an uneven ground. she keeps me guessing and constantly on my toes. sometimes she is really good to me and other times, she gives me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. she rains on my parade A LOT, then sends the sun to dry all of my discontent. she makes me laugh when she reveals her complicated beauty and worth and i can't help but to wonder what's in store for us . . . </i></span>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-12379461778299144862010-07-12T23:50:00.003-04:002010-07-12T23:56:50.540-04:00...you are my friend.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">this is and always will be one of my favorite songs. hands down.</span> <em>when did you fall in love with hip hop ?</em> <span style="font-size:85%;">CLASSIC.</span><br /></span><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4b7kWf6nXkc&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4b7kWf6nXkc&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-67506393469619637852010-07-12T23:08:00.003-04:002010-07-12T23:40:07.718-04:00the evil step-child.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I sympathize with my Black brothers. I really do. now don't confuse sympathizing with <em>pity</em> because I do not <em>pity </em>anyone. I see you struggle to make it to the top in a world where society makes negative assumptions about your wants or need. they push you to the bottom, caring less about your <span style="color:#333399;"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">success or failure</span></strong>.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I see your struggle with <span style="color:#000099;">racist police officers</span> -- some of which look like you and me but have been re-programmed to believe that you're as hopeless as other races <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>say</em></span> you are. women don't love you for who you are but for what you have, not realizing what you have to endure to get in a position to provide for us the way that we want you to. we criticize your views, your styles and your mistakes as if we are perfect. we beg for you to be someone who you are not just to control you. <em>what makes us any different than the rest of society ?</em> not every woman is guilty and not every man is innocent, but both sexes play a role in the perpetuation of Black male stereotypes and it's about time that we both recognize our own mistakes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">some of you constantly face <span style="color:#999999;">closed doors</span>. and open doors are quickly slammed for undisclosed reasons. your options fall far from available. you're slapped and beaten with negative remarks and stigmas that disguise your capabilities and potential. you're laughed at when joining others in <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">the game of life</span> because your skin color is associated with a presumed intelligence <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>or lack thereof.</em></span> you are encouraged to play sports and entertain and not to fully exercise <strong>your brain</strong>. you are forced to win several rounds against society before being declared a worthy opponent and even then, you're still considered a <em>non-threat</em>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i understand. society won't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nurture</span> you or provide you with the tools that you need. they'd rather <span style="color:#999999;">lock you in a cage</span> where they can monitor and limit your goals and intelligence. you're the one for which nobody claims responsibility. your existence is ignored and <strong><em>your words blend with the sounds of <span style="color:#ff0000;">sirens and gunshots</span>.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">just know that there is somebody out there rooting for you :)</span>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-32684610136890631752010-06-05T01:06:00.007-04:002010-06-05T01:45:55.975-04:00the golden coast.as <span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>'OMG'</strong></span> and classic <em>snoop dogg</em> blasted through the speakers of a black BMW , a couple of rising juniors from spelman <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">college embarked on a journey. for some , it was a reconnection and reassurance of their love for a city. for others , it was an experience full of firsts -- first visit to the west coast , first plane ride , etc. cruising through beverly hills , hollywood , santa monica , and pasadena seemed like a surreal dream. the <span style="color:#33cc00;">palm trees</span> through which the <span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>mountains</strong></span> peered were perfectly aligned with one another. awakened by blue skies and sunshine , excitement and beauty. reunited from miami , baltimore , atlanta in <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>CALIFORNIA</strong></span> :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7u-Si93LXLG2tFi1I4yxkq0ufwSav6rVppuEHRxZC8s_FJxFOLD03UfMFaUlZf4YdGMIqVbLn6up03HKMwoOYAjJE6cxjUV_9KRx6Eg3G0T74OnwgyNgiHFOGzkBh1yEL0kcyoFsuls8/s1600/068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBGIBEmf7cBYValiFpNuCJhsTuUd2ibvKPnjBML5q8ILPiNrJ9cx_zCImhFEvPW3Xz-YSe2Xz0Um8zaORqHFm63M4N3phxJqBL7nYymKdkWAEjwhClW7rPR9M2lSoJ6Tn_uynevkExLo/s320/coronation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467273713265682706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MqxHqdFbO7oSzwWbQ27bELy75G3QMD_Aab3o57o0FfeB8UyopWkCsy3HlOdCP7VQQtpibabFkOAytaVsjkAUOUIDzZmqWFsZ2-Myru4ke6XchvffdxTj7vipjbnOuJ1nMiNqCa5XN1M/s1600/statues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MqxHqdFbO7oSzwWbQ27bELy75G3QMD_Aab3o57o0FfeB8UyopWkCsy3HlOdCP7VQQtpibabFkOAytaVsjkAUOUIDzZmqWFsZ2-Myru4ke6XchvffdxTj7vipjbnOuJ1nMiNqCa5XN1M/s320/statues.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467273708302435922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6id0Zw59K1xdfkfveesDftULO6RMtuJ6iRseofmehU9lW-8Pl0yxitdvGsNxY03Bs4CJDgrFVwu2dqoFOx3wopSlGrIaz8lQMt-FuMjtXA_yMv7uSh4djPCSS5NMLvE7Kd6UfXxH6HNU/s1600/justin+and+me.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6id0Zw59K1xdfkfveesDftULO6RMtuJ6iRseofmehU9lW-8Pl0yxitdvGsNxY03Bs4CJDgrFVwu2dqoFOx3wopSlGrIaz8lQMt-FuMjtXA_yMv7uSh4djPCSS5NMLvE7Kd6UfXxH6HNU/s320/justin+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467273700925114706" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">as i sit in a room covered in trash bags and suitcases, i HAVE to ask, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">where did the time go ?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> i feel like i slept through sophomore year lol ... for every bad day, i had 3 good ones. i could complain about the ridiculous amount of work i had to do or the friendships that dissolved, but what would be the point in reflecting on bad times ?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><i>i have very few memories of this year but here are a few</i></b>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">MARDI GRAS</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">2. homecoming.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">3. that suspect encounter with a bong. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[no comment]</span> lol.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">4. random kickback w/ my fave PHILLY dudes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">5. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">piedmont park</span> excursion.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">6. midnight stroll in midtown.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I became closer to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>GOD</b></span> and closer to my friends at spelman. my intellectual thoughts were challenged and critiqued. i learned a lot about myself and about what i want out of life and out of social relationships. partying is fun but i don't need to party every day or even every weekend :) i got the courage to give people a chance ; sometimes i was let down, but i don't regret stepping outside of my box. i gained some sense of independence, laughed till i cried and repeated random knowledge to my friends, lol. sitting in my room on my last night at spelman until spring 2011 [studying abroad in ghana fall 2010 !], i am nostalgic yet excited.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66CCCC;">2 years down, 2 more to go :)</span></span></span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-9565679974810051682010-04-27T02:00:00.003-04:002010-04-27T02:15:08.864-04:002 a.m. thoughts<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">1. this essay is so long that i cannot put myself through the excruciating pain or re-reading and editing it.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">2. why does the second floor of the science center smell like burnt popcorn ? the better question is, how do you STILL burn popcorn at the age of 20 ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">3. is she really going out with him ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">4. i cannot wait to eat <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">again</span>, lol.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">5. who hires the lab monitors for the 24 hr computer lab ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">6. maybe i should cut my hair when i come back from ghana since it'll probably become damaged anyway.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">7. usher's <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">confessions</span></i> album is one of the only albums i can listen to from beginning to end without skipping any songs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">8. what's <i>cool</i> anymore ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">9. i remember being such a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">geek</span></b> that people laughed in my face and i said nothing back, lol.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">10. they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. but nobody ever says what happens when you actually get killed...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">11. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">russian roulette</span></i> by rihanna is crazy, but i love it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">12. i don't regret anything yet <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you're on my mind</span> at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">2:09 a.m.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">13. guys really do think about women in terms of <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">sex</span></b>. how sad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">14. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">sophomore year</span></b> was boring but somehow i'm inspired ; i miss home.</span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-33135881011463406132010-04-21T16:27:00.005-04:002010-04-21T16:46:48.130-04:00ahhhhh !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexw6zjOH2atH46IRWgTSu3rN8JjnmyJ8drLBHIV__y-aKWeb-0aS9bKW_ddrZH8b2MLrnlw256spsKE279EHi9LAqw-4ezHm4Xss5t-rXA9fo70UL8uartY5bKew4NTjPdh987-1KlcM/s1600/text_books.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexw6zjOH2atH46IRWgTSu3rN8JjnmyJ8drLBHIV__y-aKWeb-0aS9bKW_ddrZH8b2MLrnlw256spsKE279EHi9LAqw-4ezHm4Xss5t-rXA9fo70UL8uartY5bKew4NTjPdh987-1KlcM/s320/text_books.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462693417261130738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />after reading a 50 page discussion about politics in nigeria, i flip to april 21, 2010 in my planner and realize that i have more 50 page readings, articles, 10 pg papers and extra credit assignments that need to be done in a matter of days and in some cases hours. as i scramble around my desk and sort through piles of essays, notebooks and ethnographic literature in search for research paper guidelines, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i want to scream</span>. grades, finals, applications. it all becomes too much for one person. but after scuffling through all of the junk that i've consumed during my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66CCCC;">sophomore year</span> i come across a picture of myself and someone special to me. i realize that life isn't so bad after all because it's JUST school. when i leave for summer vacation, i can't go back and change the outcome of any situation from this semester. all i can do is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">move forward</span> and pray that i will do better next time. life exists outside of these <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">four walls</span></i> called college. we're only here for FOUR years. TWO have already flown by. the years that are supposed to be the best years of our lives should be just that. so let's make memories :)</span>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-59041678764510498372010-04-19T21:48:00.004-04:002010-04-19T22:08:48.535-04:00too connected.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nuviewblog.nuviewinc.com/Portals/74966/images//online-social-networking-2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 475px; height: 317px;" src="http://nuviewblog.nuviewinc.com/Portals/74966/images//online-social-networking-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">obviously the past 10 years have been dominated by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><b>social networking sites</b></span> -- from <i>black planet</i> to <i>myspace</i> to <i>facebook</i> to <i>twitter</i> -- how connected is TOO connected ? how affected are we by these internet sites ? last night i came to the realization that i am too connected to people who are not even my friends or associates through <i>facebook</i> and <i>twitter</i> to the point that i cannot concentrate on school because i <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">have</span> to know what is going on around me 24/7. ummm that's not healthy, lol. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">here's my problem :</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">first of all, you can find out everything you need to know about a person without actually knowing them. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">a complete stranger</span></b> can request to be your <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">"friend"</span></i> and just because you went/go to the same school or have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><i>"mutual friends"</i></span>, you accept them. they want to basically be nosy and see what you're about without ever holding a conversation with you. is there something wrong with that picture ? i think so.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">second of all, i get tired of people telling me that they miss me so much but they have yet to pick up the phone to call or text me to actually <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">tell me</span> that they miss me. why is being able to see my statuses and recently uploaded or tagged pictures enough for you not to bother to hold a real conversation with me ? to me, that's unacceptable because before social networking, people actually communicated instead of pressing the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">"like"</span></i> button underneath my pictures of statuses.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(yeah, i'm a little upset. lol.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">finally, people assume that they <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">deserve</span></b> to know my every movement and thought throughout the day because that's what we've become used to. NO, you do not get the pleasure of finding out where i am, who i am with or what i am doing via <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><b>internet</b></span>. again, if you really are that interested, take down my number or hit me up. otherwise, you don't deserve to know anything that you haven't asked.</span></div></div></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-62692868078011549232010-04-18T15:59:00.005-04:002010-04-18T16:18:40.278-04:00something you forgot.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">why are we trapped in a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">cage of rationalization</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> ? we want an explanation for everything. we try to make decisions for our emotions. we convince ourselves, <b><i>"this is who i want to be with"</i></b> instead of being real and saying what is really in our heart -- <b>"this is who i want since i can't have who i <i>REALLY</i> want"</b>. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">we always want things to be clear, cut and dry but unfortunately life CANNOT be that way. we teeter on the line of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">safety and temptation</span>. we wait in long lines in front of every conveniently open door. we don't wanna work to see what's behind the door that has already been <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">locked</span>. this open door is practically broken off of its hinges so why not walk right through, right ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">life is complicated but is it ? i mean, we can simplify communication. we can simplify travel. we can simplify dinner. we can simplify work. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">BUT we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">STILL</span> cannot simplify our emotions. damn.</span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-54770142835770517842010-04-17T22:19:00.004-04:002010-04-17T22:53:35.495-04:00where does the time go ?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i>yesterday, i graduated from kindergarten. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">with the title of <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">"the mayor of munchkin land"</span></i> in the wizard of oz [<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">school play</span>] under my belt, i was <b>ready</b>. at 3'7, 50 lbs, i believed that i was 6 ft tall. the world was my playground -- literally. the concrete was full of opportunity. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><b>pastel chalk sticks</b></span> covered the pavement until they were washed away by the steps of my neighbors and the scuffs of my shoes, jumping rope. any mistakes that were made in marking the concrete could easily be washed away by the lukewarm summer rain. my scars and bruises were </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">temporary</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. they only covered the surface and existed far from the heart. easily mended by colorful band-aids with my favorite <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">disney characters</span>. the only thing that could make me cry was being told that I couldn't go outside and play or if i had to get my hair done, lol. the fireflies i chased landed right into my hands. i could keep them forever in my jar covered by aluminum foil, lol. and when and ONLY when i was ready, i could just let them go.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">how different are things now ?</span></div><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1nbvplgElw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1nbvplgElw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-87823595571837683302010-03-29T23:20:00.002-04:002010-03-29T23:42:47.930-04:00the answer !<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">why don't women make as much money as men after all of these years ? why don't relationships last ? why don't men respect women the way they deserve to be respected ? </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">men do not respect women because women do not respect women.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">females find it cute and attractive to be <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">the other woman</span></i>. they think it's risky. bad ass. "haha I have your man and you don't". well let me tell you this. it's not bad ass, it's not cute, it's far from attractive. and it's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">desperate</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">as long as women allow themselves to fulfill that role, men will never think that there is anything wrong with what they are doing nor will they take responsibility for their actions. females always say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"she needs to control her man; that's not my problem"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> but it <i><b>IS</b></i> your problem. you may <b>NOT</b> be triflin and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">assume the position</span> of spreading your legs, your lips or anything else for someone else's mate because he flirts with you enough. show some damn self restraint. just because he lights the match doesn't mean that you have to pour gasoline on the flame.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">no, you do not get a pass for being the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">girl on the side</span></i> who knows nothing about the girlfriend or the wife. if a guy treats the "women he loves" like trash by hooking up with you, why wouldn't he dispose of you at his convenience ? people will respect a woman who has been wronged by her mate before they will respect the woman who helped somebody wrong their mate. who's <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">really</span></i> dummy in the situation ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">finally, a man <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>NEVER </b></span>leaves his wife. period. and even if you claim that you don't want him, you do. because a woman would not lay down with or stalk a guy that she does not want in any way, shape or form. so at the end of the day ladies, be real with yourselves. stop making excuses for being a home wrecker and find some <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">pride and dignity</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">yes. <b>guys who cheat are triflin</b> and need to be dealt with because that is the person who is completely in the wrong in this situation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">however, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b>WOMEN</b></span></span> need to have more respect for other <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b>WOMEN</b></span> and for themselves. as long as we're constantly trying to pull the wool over one another's eyes, we'll never receive equal treatment from men in society.</span></div></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-23156412972717158182010-03-22T21:29:00.003-04:002010-03-22T22:04:53.434-04:00convenience or love ?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">oh how we all long for convenience at such a young age. we would rather the world sit in our sweaty palms than to reach out and grab it. while it's easier said than done <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(believe me)</span> people still are uneasy about living the lives that they want to live. we wait for life to happen to us and then we react. NO MORE. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">we stay in relationships that we've been in forever because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">we're afraid</span> that we'll never find anyone else. we hold on to dudes who treat us <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">sooo dirty</span> because we want to believe that one day he'll get better or that we're still too young to </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">really</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> commit. <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">but how young is too young and at what point do we give up the excuses ? when we're 25, will we still be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">too young </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">? when we're 35, will he still be maturing ? guys</span></span> chase after girls who are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">loose and unclean</span> thinking that she has "potential" ... but how much potential does a hoe really have ? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> seriously you guys , sometimes it's better to just </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">let go</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">we enter relationships with people because they're <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">convenient</span></span></b>, hoping that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">love</span></b></span> will come along eventually. that's not living.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">it's convenient</span></b></i> for guys to "wife" girls who are desperate and willing to do any and every thing for him from day one. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">love</span></b> makes guys to anything and everything for girls who they have a genuine connection to , not because of what she can do for him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">it's convenient</span></b></i> for two vulnerable characters to hook up. they feed off of each other. but symbiotic relationships do not exist between partners who have parasitic mindsets. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">love</span></b> allows two vulnerable characters to know one another's faults and insecurities and not use that to their advantage but to build better people.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">it's convenient</span></b></i> for us to see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">love</span></b> is someone pointing out how things really are, even if it hurts.</span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-52567680016656646782010-03-22T20:15:00.005-04:002010-03-22T20:29:27.849-04:00satan's best friend.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i>please deliver us from evil.</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he's the wall in the room that separates you and I.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he silences my heartbeat and numbs your tongue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he disrupts the parting of our lips</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">paralyzes</span></span> our brain cells</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">poison</span> -- disguising himself as <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">the cool</span></i>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i>lurking...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">waiting to ruin our high</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>hides</b></span> between the sheets of our bed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b>he over-sexualized us</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">preys on the physical and deletes the emotional, the mental</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><b>omnipresent</b></span> when we're apart</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">a constant reminder of the <b><i>past</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">crippling the present and dooming the future</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">plastered on every inch of our bodies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">we honor his image</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">rogue</span> and predictable</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he's our saving grace</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">stifling our progression and advancing stagnation</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he sits on the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">throne of complacency</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he's our greatest alibi</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">FEAR.</span></span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-24881073311421672072010-03-17T22:31:00.004-04:002010-03-17T22:41:19.038-04:00His Tears.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">they say that <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">when rain falls that means that God is crying</span></i>.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b>it feels like it rains almost every day here</b>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">our outfits are more plain. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the absence of make-up keeps our faces pale and clear -- more transparent. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">our skin is covered , our heads are bowed. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">we portray <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><i>reverence</i></span>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the I becomes less meaningful than the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HE</span></b>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">s c a t t e r e d every day thoughts become more connected.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">we're at peace. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the rain makes us conscious.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">gives us time to listen to our heartbeat and the story it has to tell.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">have you ever wondered why we've been getting so much rain ?</span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-48719265424930032072010-02-25T21:58:00.001-05:002010-02-25T21:58:50.373-05:00lmao ! i needed this :)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkWR9BW6Hy8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkWR9BW6Hy8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-72015597645877398222010-02-24T22:43:00.004-05:002010-02-24T22:52:24.303-05:00mardi gras 2010 !<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">you only live life once. so why not do the most ? mardi gras was the experience of a lifetime. i definitely recommend it to EVERYBODY -- young and old. bourbon street is always live. just make sure you bring your jackets and gloves ! lol.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bGaQThb0xWVVStpUcw2115cIO6z_Rk7_bJPG41jOxagw7DuJcy6qELscuFV-HK864j-yZtveaC2llSJqBn6nEvthiDI2G-y_DwEVQwz-XSkKKgHDSP2BK3VTEvRhzklM8NusIkrWaHE/s1600-h/SDC10271.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442023001257056242" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-36350395587374049382010-02-10T02:02:00.004-05:002010-02-10T02:11:10.010-05:00all is fair...?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">have you ever felt a knot in the pit of your stomach because you couldn't have the one you really wanted ? you wait for the day when he (or she) will wrap his/her arms around you, engage in a long passionate kiss and say those <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">three magic words</span></strong>. do you know what it feels like to come close to that day and have it taken away from you for what seems like no reason ? there are some people that you fall in love with and don't know it until they don't love you back or they're loving someone else =/<br /><br />luckily for monica , she got the D BACK. lol.</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DkvD2Hs2tQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DkvD2Hs2tQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-75914072977849157232010-02-05T17:17:00.003-05:002010-02-05T17:40:55.736-05:00amazing music :)<a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41%2BwrULRM-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41%2BwrULRM-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a good friend of mine introduced me to this MAROON 5 <span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><em>"call and response: the remix album"</em></span> and i must say , i loved it the second that the first song played. so many different beats & artists collaborated with our favorite maroon 5 songs. it's pretty much amazing. if you love good music , please check it out !</span><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">shoutout to my brother justin ! lol.</span></div></div></div></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-19413008563556724402010-02-05T00:36:00.003-05:002010-02-05T00:55:36.114-05:00the gray area.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">people always ask the question, "why does everything have to be black or white ?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">well we live in a world where we strive for clarity. clarity is the most important factor in our lives. yet , we can never <strong><em>TRULY</em></strong> be clear in politics , friendships , relationships , jobs ... let's just face it : when it comes to clarity , <span style="font-size:180%;">human beings suck</span>. even though it is what we long for 99% of the time , we cannot bring ourselves to make a decision until the very last second or until we're given an <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>ultimatum</strong></span>. when we "like" someone on a romantic level and the feeling is mutual , we want to know , <em>what are we doing ?</em> in other words , <em>are we together or not ?</em> most of the time the answer will be <em>what do you mean ?</em> and <em>why does it have to be one or the other ? </em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">wtf</span> does that even mean ?</strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in all actuality there is no <strong>REAL</strong> gray area. the gray area is <em>messy</em>. it disappears and reappears at your convenience. it's a middle space that is easily occupied. anybody can come and go through that space without putting forth too much effort because we want life to be easy and effortless. we expect matters of the heart to be perfect and when they are not , we flee to the gray area -- where you can have your cake and eat it too. we're greedy. and more importantly , we are unclear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but at the end of the day. everything is in <span style="color:#000000;"><strong>black</strong></span> or <span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>white</strong></span>. you're either in love or you're not. you trust me or you don't. you're either alive or dead. period.</span>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-36539637899372817542010-01-30T22:25:00.001-05:002010-01-30T22:27:14.633-05:00TAKERS, take me !<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong><em>the first time i saw this trailer , i almost cried. soooo many sexy men ! straight yummmmy.</em></strong></span><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni8ZWVF2aUs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni8ZWVF2aUs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-66149400976108555802010-01-27T22:39:00.009-05:002010-01-27T22:45:02.611-05:00distance.<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwGHdmzlkL0hRdIhzjEbMLqgyeHYc-l_uS5TsGnmpxlbt_Hl6FFwRt7DAbezMeIF_ECsUh3vQt90g_pSTp6wGOYmRzPG0Zi2ZYWj6PtaRLRiSQtq3wN_vFPreVCeTKk5kRw8K7IUHUd8/s1600-h/long_distance_relationship.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431629368601368530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwGHdmzlkL0hRdIhzjEbMLqgyeHYc-l_uS5TsGnmpxlbt_Hl6FFwRt7DAbezMeIF_ECsUh3vQt90g_pSTp6wGOYmRzPG0Zi2ZYWj6PtaRLRiSQtq3wN_vFPreVCeTKk5kRw8K7IUHUd8/s320/long_distance_relationship.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">every time i exhale , a piece of you , a piece of us , dissipates into thin air.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for years , <em>i breathed you</em>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">carefully joined to my lips</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">like life support ---</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">YOU were my air</span>.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">time wears at my brain.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the constant click of the <span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>second hand</strong></span> drives me insane</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in an apparent circular motion</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">constantly leering at my <span style="font-size:85%;">rearview mirror</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">counting the seconds that separate <span style="font-size:130%;">WE</span> into <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>you</strong></span> and <strong>I</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and i choke. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i can no longer feel the<span style="font-size:180%;"> rise</span><em>and</em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>fall </strong></span>in my chest.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my heart stands still.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">finally</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i breathe.</span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-31401193282774579712010-01-26T14:41:00.002-05:002010-01-26T15:04:16.374-05:00personal growth :)<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">i honestly believe that every day i mature more and more as a young adult. and over the past few weeks , i have come to some interesting conclusions. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. <strong><em>i am in love with someone who i have loved forever but he has been taking up way too much space in my heart and mind.</em></strong> i was paying more attention to him as an individual and less attention to myself as a spiritual and intellectual being. all of the love and energy that was being centered around him , needs to be redirected to GOD. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. <strong><em>i have been watching opportunities pass when i should have been taking full advantage of life and everything it has to offer.</em></strong> i was so attached to stability that change left and after a while , so did my happiness because my life was stagnant. now i choose to go for everything that my heat desires because i deserve it :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. <strong><em>i cannot participate in self reflection through a comparison between myself and other people.</em></strong> i am who i am and they are who they are. the ways in which other people live their lives do not and cannot work for me because i am my own person. my self evaluation is between me , myself , and I.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4. <strong><em>the love that i have for my friends , family and GOD cannot be replaced or taken for granted.</em></strong> i don't say i love you enough and that's changing because any day could be my last. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and last but not least ,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">5. <strong><em>i have been afraid to experience life because i was reliving the past in the present every day.</em></strong> but the past is exactly that for a reason. it will always be a part of me but instead of allowing it to control my present and future , i will use it to make the world a better place :) <span style="font-size:85%;">[corny , i know lol.]</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">finally , I'M HAPPY.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">maybe some of the ideas that have been placed in my heart can help other people. maybe not.</span>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-37815686882595280362010-01-25T17:33:00.003-05:002010-01-25T17:50:57.913-05:00just a thought.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">humans are naturally sexual beings yet every time <span style="font-size:180%;">SEX</span> is brought into a conversation , people become uncomfortable and withdrawn. why are we so afraid to discuss something so natural ? probably because its natural purposes have been characterized more as an after thought than a purpose. for example , an individual participating in a <span style="font-size:180%;">sexual act</span> that does not include penetration has no intention of procreation -- the original purpose of the act. people jump into bed with strangers completely AGAINST becoming pregnant. now something that can be so beautiful is portrayed as something so dirty. civilization has come so far that we spend most of our <span style="font-size:180%;">sexual lives</span> <strong>preventing</strong> pregnancy because people are no longer having sex to repopulate the earth , but to release tension or gain pleasure from <span style="font-size:180%;">sex</span> as a leisure activity like skiing or golf. haha.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>it should be taken way more seriously but this is the world that we live in. you choose what's best for you.<br /></em><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">just a thought :)</span>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997370792053060502.post-45698543089095507922010-01-25T16:52:00.004-05:002010-01-25T17:25:25.889-05:00a confession of a teenage girl.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">she never thought that she was beautiful.</span> </span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>i knew in my heart that i was much different than other girls at the age of 14. my hair was coarse with shades ranging from dark brown to <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>blonde</strong></span>. my body was exquisite to the male species but to me , i thought that my legs were <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>stumpy</strong></span> and that i was way too short. my eyesight was way below the average eyesight of a teenager and while i owned glasses , i refused to wear them after repeatedly being teased in the 7th grade. so i constantly squinted and sat at the front of the class so that i would be able to see what most people could see from a mile away. <span style="font-size:85%;">[even though i was physically nearsighted , i could see much farther than any other 14 year old ever could.] </span>people <span style="color:#000000;">scowled</span> at me because they knew that i knew all of the answers. they <span style="color:#ff6666;">laughed</span> at me because i was pigeon toed but they were ignorant so they called me <span style="color:#339999;">bowlegged</span>. i <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>loved</strong></span> math and english. and fashion was neither interesting nor important to me. people used a variety of adjectives to describe me to other people. smart , thick hair , glasses , brown skinned , short , quiet but beautiful ? <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>NEVER THAT</strong></span>.</em></span></div><p align="center"><em><br /></em></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>i believed that i would never meet a guy who liked me enough to ask me out. i lacked the confidence to interact with other people in fear that i wasn't <span style="color:#339999;">cool</span> enough or interesting enough. in situations involving the opposite sex , i dreaded their approach and focused my attention elsewhere just to avoid contact. i was afraid to be.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>awkward , plain , shy , smart , thick hair , short , and brown skinned were all ways that other people described me but beautiful ? <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NEVER THAT</span></strong>.</em></span></div>beautiful one who perceives.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14924822320552079542noreply@blogger.com0