Being tagged is kind of cool, but being double tagged is the ish right there. Both Rosemarie and Wendy.
Da Rulez!
Link the person who tagged you.
Mention the rules in your blog.
Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged. Here goes:
1. Said it before, but I'll say it again. I CAN NOT STAND it when people hold conversations on the phone or text while using public rest rooms. It's just so nasty.
2. I'll flip between speaking plain English and Jamaican patois (pat..wah) when speaking with my family. It's funny because my American friends look at me like, "what the hell did you just say?"
3. I'm prone to leave a restaurant prematurely if I'm seated near children who are loud and their parents think nothing of it. Me and OPKs (Other People's Kids) isn't a good mix.
4. I'm very punctual and it's a sure fired way to piss me off if I have to wait longer than necessary for anyone.
5. I have to sit facing the door when I'm in a restuarant. I have to see who's coming and going; I look around discretely from time to time too, because I need to be aware of my surrounding at all times.
6. Seeing parents ignore their children while they're being spoken to and then when the child gets louder, the parent gets pissed. Well, if you paid attention to it in the first place, it wouldn't have had to get loud. *ugh*
Tagging...Don, Mizrepresent, Terry, Ali's Zay, Lyrically Yours, T.C
24 April 2008
22 April 2008
a blast from the past
I was sorting through some old files and came across this poem. Upon reading it, I immediately recalled why I wrote it and this being Sexual Assault Awareness Month; thought it appropriate to share it. It wrote it at a time in my life when I was trying to deal with everything that had happened to me. Looking back on it now, I'm impressed and amazed with myself for having overcome and for the woman I am today.
I am but a ghost that lives a human existence
I am a fleshed being with no substance
I am eyes with no face
I am all and yet nothing.
In this fragile life I live
I ease my way though
Without disturbing the peace
Suffering the pain
Of trials I am not guilty of.
Who is it that sentences me
To such cruel states of indignation
Those of you who allow yourselves
To be the victor of the day
And worse of all
Me for allowing it to take place.
To you I shall cast no stones
I shall carry no malice
For in your time of judgement
You have only yourself to blame.
Blu Jewel 3-23-93
Love!
I am but a ghost that lives a human existence
I am a fleshed being with no substance
I am eyes with no face
I am all and yet nothing.
In this fragile life I live
I ease my way though
Without disturbing the peace
Suffering the pain
Of trials I am not guilty of.
Who is it that sentences me
To such cruel states of indignation
Those of you who allow yourselves
To be the victor of the day
And worse of all
Me for allowing it to take place.
To you I shall cast no stones
I shall carry no malice
For in your time of judgement
You have only yourself to blame.
Blu Jewel 3-23-93
Love!
21 April 2008
The Gift Inside; life Packaging
I struggled with what to post today and then in my inbox was this little beauty that HAD to be shared....
We have all had the experience of encountering someone whose life seems so completely different from ours that we can almost imagine we have nothing in common. However, if we go deeper into observing, we will see that we all have the same things going on in our lives. It is as if our different lives are in essence the same gift, wrapped in an infinite variety of containers, wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows. Everybody experiences loss, grief, happiness, excitement, anger, and fear. Everyone can have money issues of one kind or another, and everyone struggles with difficult choices.
Our lives show up differently for each one of us because we each learn in different ways. One person may need to learn the value of money by having too little of it, while another may need to learn by having more than enough. We each learn about work and love, with experiences that are tailored to our particular perspective. Even as it appears that some people have it easy while others are in a continual state of struggle, the truth is that we are all learning, and it is very difficult to tell, when looking only at the exterior of a person, what’s going on inside.
This is one of the many things that can be so valuable about cultivating relationships with people from all walks of life. As we get to know those who seem so different from us, we get to really see how much of life’s challenges and joys are universal. We begin to look beyond the packaging of skin color, clothing preferences, and socioeconomic differences, hairstyles, and the cars we drive to the heart of the human experience.
It is important to honor and value the differences in our packaging, but it is just as important to honor the gift of life inside each one of us, and the fact that, no matter how different the packaging, the gift inside is the same.
Love!
We have all had the experience of encountering someone whose life seems so completely different from ours that we can almost imagine we have nothing in common. However, if we go deeper into observing, we will see that we all have the same things going on in our lives. It is as if our different lives are in essence the same gift, wrapped in an infinite variety of containers, wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows. Everybody experiences loss, grief, happiness, excitement, anger, and fear. Everyone can have money issues of one kind or another, and everyone struggles with difficult choices.
Our lives show up differently for each one of us because we each learn in different ways. One person may need to learn the value of money by having too little of it, while another may need to learn by having more than enough. We each learn about work and love, with experiences that are tailored to our particular perspective. Even as it appears that some people have it easy while others are in a continual state of struggle, the truth is that we are all learning, and it is very difficult to tell, when looking only at the exterior of a person, what’s going on inside.
This is one of the many things that can be so valuable about cultivating relationships with people from all walks of life. As we get to know those who seem so different from us, we get to really see how much of life’s challenges and joys are universal. We begin to look beyond the packaging of skin color, clothing preferences, and socioeconomic differences, hairstyles, and the cars we drive to the heart of the human experience.
It is important to honor and value the differences in our packaging, but it is just as important to honor the gift of life inside each one of us, and the fact that, no matter how different the packaging, the gift inside is the same.
Love!
18 April 2008
mind dumping
i'm tired as hell
nipping ish in the bud is the best course of action
rewarding negative behavior is just wrong
an abused child forms a glitch in the global matrix
i need a vacation
you can show me better than you can tell me
"reach out and touch somebody's hand, make this world a better place if you can" powerful lyrics
why is Tiny (T.I's baby mama) registered at Babies R Us?
why do I know that fans are going to buy them stuff?
why am I appalled at that?
i think kids these days need to go through Basic Training
it just occurred to me that i haven't read this weeks PostSecret
Organized Noise doesn't seem to have his blog up and I'm on myspace too infrequently to keep in touch with him
shout out to Karrie.b cause you're such "an effin lady" *lol*
shout out to my regulars, who've stuck with me and thanks to the new visitors for stopping by
who's heard of MiraLenz?
i've noticed that some bloggers only visit you, if you visit them
i'm still intruiged by the bloggerazzi
"if loving you was a crime, i'd do 10-life, just to make you mine"
teenage girls who dress, think, and act grown have no idea what it's really like to be a woman
words are as poweful and painful as a slap in the face
if blacks are hated so much, why are we constantly being emulated?
Kim Khardashian = a big butt and a smile *singing, Poison by BBD*
i'd love to rewrite episodes of Y&R
i'd love to create my own soap opera
my mum's going to Jamaica on Sat and i'm not *sad face* but happy for her; she needs a break
well, that's enough from me for this edition of my random ish. It's currently 3:35 am and I can't wait to get to bed *yawn*
Love!
nipping ish in the bud is the best course of action
rewarding negative behavior is just wrong
an abused child forms a glitch in the global matrix
i need a vacation
you can show me better than you can tell me
"reach out and touch somebody's hand, make this world a better place if you can" powerful lyrics
why is Tiny (T.I's baby mama) registered at Babies R Us?
why do I know that fans are going to buy them stuff?
why am I appalled at that?
i think kids these days need to go through Basic Training
it just occurred to me that i haven't read this weeks PostSecret
Organized Noise doesn't seem to have his blog up and I'm on myspace too infrequently to keep in touch with him
shout out to Karrie.b cause you're such "an effin lady" *lol*
shout out to my regulars, who've stuck with me and thanks to the new visitors for stopping by
who's heard of MiraLenz?
i've noticed that some bloggers only visit you, if you visit them
i'm still intruiged by the bloggerazzi
"if loving you was a crime, i'd do 10-life, just to make you mine"
teenage girls who dress, think, and act grown have no idea what it's really like to be a woman
words are as poweful and painful as a slap in the face
if blacks are hated so much, why are we constantly being emulated?
Kim Khardashian = a big butt and a smile *singing, Poison by BBD*
i'd love to rewrite episodes of Y&R
i'd love to create my own soap opera
my mum's going to Jamaica on Sat and i'm not *sad face* but happy for her; she needs a break
well, that's enough from me for this edition of my random ish. It's currently 3:35 am and I can't wait to get to bed *yawn*
Love!
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