tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20691256754870237162024-03-13T10:54:28.926-04:00j'adore fabulosityFabulous is as Fabulous Doeskeohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-42034662855731608272009-08-22T15:49:00.001-04:002009-08-22T22:09:41.322-04:00How Do You Move On?I'm closing one chapter so that I may open a new one. I have left this unsaid for far too long. I have let it slowly eat away at me. So much that I have become unable to love and unable to celebrate and be happy in REAL love, not the bullshit excuse for love I thought we had. I loved you. A deep, unexplainable, impratical, illogical love and maybe I have held onto this for so long because in some ways I still love you. But that is no excuse. You treated me like shit. You played with my emotions, lied, and lied some more. Maybe my immaturity added fuel to the fire but my time with you meant total combustion for my heart. I didn't know what pain really was until I met you. I didn't begin to understand suffering until you waltzed into my life. If I remember correctly when it all came down to it you pursued me?!?! But you were about lies even from that point. I wasn't looking for love or even anything too serious but I did like you. You took it there. Not me. I just got caught in the tangle web you wove, and when the shit hit the fan you weren't even man enough to face me. You actually stopped talking to me all together like I was in the wrong. Confusion. All this time I thought it was my fault the way the situation went with us but as of late I realize it was you. Yes I played a role and I could have handled it better but you were the reason shit got ill. I wasn't even pressed for the title. You said you only wanted it to be you and me so from there it was you and me and I was ok with that. Then magically one day everything changed. You hurt me and I have been living in that pain ever since. You have moved on with your life. I'm happy that you're happy and I wish you all the best. I have learned that the karma you put out into the world does come back to you. Maybe not today or tomorrow but at some moment when you least expect it you will truly understand all the pain and suffering you put me through. Now, I can finally let it go. I can live. I can be happy. Because I let yo go I can feel love, give love, and appreciate love. Thank you for the lessons you taught me. I've already forgiven you but I never want to forget.keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-80110627266502557692009-08-21T11:39:00.005-04:002009-08-21T12:18:48.367-04:00A Different Me.I like to think that I'm a work in progress. Growth. Development. Change. Evolution. These are all things I thought I prided myself on embodying. I thought I was different. I thought I was changing and for the better, but sometimes when standing in the midst of a storm it's hard to see the path right beneath you. Sometimes it takes a few days, months, or even years (and in my case it was years), distance, and greater life perspective to see the error of your ways. I am humbled. I am not the invincible person I so often portray. I got real life confused with this horrible script I chose to live out every single day and somehow the two became indistinguishable. I morphed into an entity that was completely unrepresentative of who I really was, my morals, and values. I ruined some of the best relationships I've ever had, I hurt people I care about, and I hurt people that I didn't even realize cared. <br /><br />Now I care. I was always told to have no regrets, so I cannot say that I do, but I am sorry. Sorry for the person I was. Sorry for the things I said. Sorry for the way I behaved. Sorry to all those I knowingly and inadvertently hurt. Sorry for who I became. Sorry for all the negative energy I put into the world not only because it will come back on me but because it harmed others. But sorry isn't enough. I apologize. Sincerely and remorsefully apologize, and with an apology must come new actions.<br /><br />Now it's time for real change.<br /><br />My outward persona didn't match the person I believed I was on the inside. But now it's high time that they do. But words are just words. I'm done writing, blogging, and talking for now. I'm going to let my actions speak for themselves.keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-20162856681459633802009-07-21T13:20:00.004-04:002009-07-21T13:32:42.332-04:00Sooooooo Not Fabulous Moment of the Week<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf1KArTarFY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf1KArTarFY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />Soooo Chris Brown has finally made a statement about his assault of none other than Robyn "Rihanna" Fenty, and I just want to go on record and say I don't buy it for one second. I'm sorry but to me this seems like a feeble attempt to save a tanking career not a true, heart felt apology. And how is he in any position to tell someone that he is worthy of the title role model. I laughed out loud, from a good healthy place. HItting a woman no matter the situation is not now nor is it ever ACCEPTABLE. He can take this cue card apology back to where ever it came from. In the words of B. Scott, Bitch. Boo. Bye. Never Fab.keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-2970071167070967872009-07-18T09:09:00.003-04:002009-07-21T14:21:42.612-04:00Love Vs. MoneyThis one is bound to bring controversy but I just gotta say it. So recently I've been listening to The Dream Love Vs. Money Album specifically the tracks Love Vs. Money and Love Vs. Money 2. It has really made me think about motives and the nature of relationships between men and women. For most it is a war of the worlds. There is an innate desire to be financially stable as well as to be loved. A woman who uses money as a defining criteria within a relationship is automatically given the title gold digger, and I can't say this is necessarily fair. As a woman, I want to feel as though the man I'm with can take care of me even though I don't necessarily need him to. The ability to do so if need be is the security that I know some women seek. Now please don't get it twisted. I CAN provide for myself. Ms. Independent, She got her own, and all that good stuff, BUT I still need someone that's doing the same or even better than me because if I settle for a man who isn't in pursuit of success and financial gains we don't want the same things. I'm trying to do better and better in my life and I just need someone who's doing the same and I hate to be blunt but the ambitious, hard-working, driven type of man usually ain't the broke one. I'm just sayin. Don't get me wrong...money and success should never be the grounds upon which we base a relationship, but it doesn't make you a gold digger if it's factored into the decision. Dream's song addresses another issue: the fact that love didn't exist in a relationship and someone attempts to fix the problem with money. That's a much bigger issue. But just because a woman seeks a man with financial stability does not make her a gold digger...It makes her smart.keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-87475272382611293252009-07-15T18:51:00.001-04:002009-07-15T19:29:06.620-04:00Beauty 4 Brown Girls Hot Roller Hair Hints<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nR72hqcfea8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nR72hqcfea8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-61491840910557038512009-07-14T22:49:00.002-04:002009-07-14T22:52:31.044-04:00First Video Blog Beauty 4 Brown Girls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6709FMS_EI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6709FMS_EI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Check out my very first video blog "Beauty 4 Brown Girls"</span></span></span></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-24095039901098841342009-07-13T16:26:00.006-04:002009-07-13T16:38:22.762-04:00Sooooooo Not Fabulous Moment of the Week<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"> <object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-FdNWo7-Hw&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-FdNWo7-Hw&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Soulja Boy on MTV Cribs that aired last Saturday, is more foolishness than I can really tolerate.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The ignorance begins when he shows his Gucci sheets and Louis Vuitton Rug and price drops on every item including all the outlandish jewelry. Why is this young man wearing my college tuition on a day to day basis?!!?!?! He is a prime example of why black people don't have anything substantial in life. I've said it before, and I will say it until we start to get it: As a people, we must do better. It is no longer an option but a necessity!</span></span></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-16604232658873999582009-07-07T19:13:00.032-04:002009-07-07T20:18:09.332-04:00NYC in Photos<img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlRVbONQ4I5lU5FLVXfRM9Aih_nKggbZNzxU_-P9CFmPzMFw3mJjxD_GLOINFa_ODwas_5UoBeMQ58_h5Pk3qrUGlEKAHSXvDIxGMGN5robQYJEbn28UjUhnKPJFJP8p1HEVBZjiGLGRI/s200/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355872829000561250" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-or4Qy68PA7aV-iA9iSXLTfG0LhxI6pKy8tjK3NtPHTazLhW2cWNP1A9mYLs-aePZniURnb7QiJrBXpa-Ddebkz_5GJLK8i-26G_j-qLS0EaSbCFjp6RQOICM6kGHP1I_8QqJiH_C1ZEL/s200/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355865113571038594" /><img style="cursor:pointer; 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font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41Hs9TlE4aE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41Hs9TlE4aE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><br /></span></div>This is the Jazmine Sullivan full length Cotton song with behind the scenes shots of the commerical. So organic. So real. So fab. Loves Jazmine so low key yet still fierce!</span>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-41993057934733115852009-07-07T13:56:00.016-04:002009-07-07T16:14:25.696-04:00Yes Men<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">As individuals we have the tendency to want to surround ourselves with people who validate and confirm who we are and what we believe. As humans, there is an innate desire to be right in our thoughts and opinions, so when given the opportunity we will always choose to closely align ourselves with those who we feel will allow us to fulfill this desire. I like to call them YES MEN. Yes men (and women) are not real friends or even cool people.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">These are the people that are only present in your life because you are fly, going places and doing better and better. They are riding your coattails as a feeble attempt to get some of</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> the shine you clearly have. They are wannabe's. They are hype men. They tell you what you want to hear just so you will keep them around. They don't have your best interest at heart. They are only there because you have something to offer them. We have so often seen the situation where powerful, influential people are surrounded by YES MEN, and the detrimental effects thereof.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Most recently, the legendary Michael Jackson. But even before that Marilyn Monroe, Whitney Houston, Amy Winehouse, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and so many others. Had they been surrounded by people who where honest and genuinely cared and were not looking for their own promotion their lives might have been different. To be surrounded by those who truly love you and will speak up and work against wrong is far better than to be constantly validated by those who will lie, cheat, and deceive to get to your spot. And if that would have been so maybe would not be wearing t-shirts like these...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2657/3698201117_de134e17ae_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-89793882637178050852009-07-07T12:47:00.005-04:002009-07-07T13:15:22.532-04:00R.I.P. Michael Jackson<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxZv2BfJg2Q&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxZv2BfJg2Q&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today is a sad day in the world. Michael Jackson "The King of Pop's" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">memorial is beginning on CNN and millions from all over the world are</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">heading to the Staples Center in Los Angeles to pay final respects to the</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">best entertainer in the world. For me, it was hard to fathom his death, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and for a while I did not think it was real, but seeing the casket has truly </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">allowed my grief to set in. Check out the video from the only real tribute </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">during the BET Awards, Jamie Foxx and Ne-Yo covering "I'll Be There" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and bringing </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tears to my eyes. We love you Michael. You will </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">truly be missed!</span></span></span></span></span></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-14680769816785945692009-07-06T23:17:00.012-04:002009-07-07T13:16:04.261-04:00Sooooooo Not Fabulous Moment of the Week<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"> <object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL9JQGxwJHY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL9JQGxwJHY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span><object width="320" height="265"></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Frankie is back at it again. This is foolishness if I've </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">ever seen it, and BET has the nerve to give her a show. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Black Exploitation Television! We must do better as</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">a people. It is not longer an option but a necessity.</span></span></span></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-44455573922555670352009-07-06T02:06:00.010-04:002009-07-06T12:25:27.654-04:00Make-Up I Love<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I have some new-found makeup obsessions especially fab for the summer...and they are DIOR BLACKOUT MASCARA and THE MULTIPLE by </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">NARS</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">!!!!! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Dior mascara is dark, helps curl the eyelashes, and is FIERCE.</span></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3692773355_b2d6f86c74_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The multiple is an </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">all-in-one, cream-to-powder, multi-purpose makeup stick. It highlights, sculpts, and warms eyes, cheeks, lips, and body in an array of shades from sheer accents to mauve and bronze. My color is </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Rapa</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Nui</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Hott</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">!</span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#4B4B4B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/3693586954_cec6d848ff_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#4B4B4B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#4B4B4B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-45306205863558409352009-07-04T18:09:00.009-04:002009-07-07T13:28:47.346-04:00Fashion Fab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/3688549898_2120cec29f_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 462px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/3688549898_2120cec29f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>These MICHAEL for Michael Kors Gladiators are the Business!!!!! A Nordstrom Exclusive these double platform 5 1/4" sandals are so hot and so fab for any summer look! Can't wait to grab mine!</span>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-87854679333940076952009-07-04T17:40:00.003-04:002009-07-06T23:41:30.506-04:00Done Settling<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Why do we take what we take in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">relationships</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">? Are we settling when we put up with bullshit or are we really held captive by love? I was taught that love was 1st Corinthians: 13 </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and if that be so... why do we as men and women sit and allow bullshit to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">masquerade</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> as love and ruin our lives? We let it break us down forget our worth and settle for </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">sub par</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. This makes the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">extraordinary</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> just average. I personally can no longer allow my light to be dulled so that </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">wackness</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> can shine. I'm done with the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">bs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> because I simply no longer have the strength. I know who I am: fabulous with or without you. Get with it or get lost...</span></span></span></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-45261074020606852622009-06-04T16:30:00.009-04:002009-07-06T23:53:23.397-04:00Now Usually I Don't Do This But....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Now, I have to borrow a line from Drake and say a lot of people be thinking my blog is about them...this is not to get confused. This one really IS about you...<br /><br />So many people have so much to say about me and the contents of my blog. I think it's hilarious. People say oh who is she to judge? She think she's better? She wilds out more than anyone else. and I have never felt the need to defend my actions or what I write but there comes a time when some need to be enlightened, so I'm about to go to work.<br /><br />(Clears Throat and steps onto her Soapbox)<br /><br />My blog is real. I say what is true to me and to life as I know it. You might not understand it or like it because it's not what you know or what you can even comprehend...and that's ok. You're not me so at the end of the day my life experience won't be yours. I have seen and been through things some people wouldn't dream of so when someone has a problem with what I write it's just that: their problem.<br /><br />Sometimes it hurts for people to hear what's true, and I speak from EXPERIENCE. That's the funny thing people are quick to negate, skip over, and conveniently not read when they access my blog. Everything I write has a component where I speak about myself and my own struggles with all the topics. So when I write it might seem judgmental but it's only a reflection on decisions I have also made.<br /><br />You might have seen me on facebook but remember you don't know me. Everyone thinks they know but they have no idea so don't accept everything you hear because that will only leave you misinformed. This is only a glimpse into who I am, and it serves as a release and my attempt to help someone else learn a lesson I learned the hard way. So when you wanna feel some type of way and get in an uproar it's probally because you can directly relate to the truth I speak.<br /><br />Raw honestly can be a hard pill to swallow, so if you don't like it don't read it. My blog is just that...MY BLOG. I have the right to say whatever I like and I choose truth. What I write is not geared toward those who live in a fantasy world and can't embrace reality. At the end of the day I don't do it for anyone but myself. Some people won't ever like me or what I have to say, and I'm good with that. There hate just continues to give me promo.<br /><br />Any more questions? Ask about me.</span></span>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-32940934833609062582009-06-04T16:14:00.019-04:002009-07-07T13:11:17.003-04:00Sooooooo Not Fabulous Moment of the Week<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"> <object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlqjcN4AVvY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlqjcN4AVvY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span></span></span></div>Ok so I wasn't gonna post this mess just because of the pure and unbearable foolishness of it all but it must be done. Spectacular from Pretty Ricky who was already questionable posted this grinding "challenge" on youtube and proceeded to dance around in some little red undies. Who told him this was acceptable? Who are his friends? His people? anyone that could have helped him before this travishamockery (yes, that is a travesty, a sham, and a mockery) hit the internet for all to see. I've said it once, but I'll say it again: WE MUST DO BETTER...IT IS NO LONGER A OPTION BUT A NECESSITY.</span>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-17023083593144609872009-05-25T14:45:00.018-04:002009-05-25T15:16:22.643-04:00The Miseducation of Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7fKxuK18t-_Txp4O_VwJ0t5HZsitrl2N5MydzLTxHeRxZjTRD5hq1wb-S4wi1LjxubFbfbi8cpVmm6tLwFJ6KFS-FIE6b1eAOvLSqJMMkp7WTXSmTHfJlFQYZYCK6PTFOj29Xi0JQOI3/s1600-h/LAURYN+HILLTHE+MISEDUCATION+OF+LAURYN+HILL.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7fKxuK18t-_Txp4O_VwJ0t5HZsitrl2N5MydzLTxHeRxZjTRD5hq1wb-S4wi1LjxubFbfbi8cpVmm6tLwFJ6KFS-FIE6b1eAOvLSqJMMkp7WTXSmTHfJlFQYZYCK6PTFOj29Xi0JQOI3/s320/LAURYN+HILLTHE+MISEDUCATION+OF+LAURYN+HILL.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339841975221033890" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">I had to do it in honor of the great Lauryn Hill and her 34th Birthday. Eleven years ago she changed my life and so many others with her album the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, but now its time to talk a little but about my own miseducation:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">To miseducate is to improperly educate.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My miseducation takes rare form when it comes to relationships because of the belief that I had the power to change a man. I thought I knew something only to learn that I knew nothing at all. I thought I held the power only to find out I was the weakest. It was a hard pill to swallow, and it actually still feels lodged in my throat. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I thought I could change a man but I could not have been more wrong. I liked him. He liked me. There were things that I didn't like but it was like my 80/20. He had 80% of the qualities that I wanted but I was still seeking that 20%. I thought I could mold him and make him into what I wanted to be. I was so caught up in the things that he was not that I missed all the wonderful things that he was. I wanted a bad boy so I provoked him and started fights. I said he was too nice so I pushed him away. I played with his emotions only to fulfill my own peaty desires for drama. I broke up with him because I felt I was missing out on life, and I left him to his own devices.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But that's not the worse part. Once I realized I left my 80 trying to get that 20, I wanted him back. I went to work. I finally opened up told him, I really felt, and prayed that he would take me back. I thought with all of my scheming and plotting ways I could snap and he would coming running back, but reality is a bitch. He didn't come running back. I drove miles and miles expecting for everything to be like it was with a bat of my eyelash and I was wrong.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He changed. He became more like the 20 and less like the 80 I was in love with. It was my fault. Random </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">indiscretions</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. Random girls all the time. And that left me with random insecurities. Where he is? Who he's with? How does he feel about me? He embraced the role I threw him into, and all the changes that thought I wanted pushed us further and further apart, and we were both shells of the wonderful people we used to be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My friend was also taught this same crazy lesson. She believed she could take a man, a D-I college athlete whose sole focus was to build his body count and make him faithful. Though she tried, hoped, and believed something about her would make him change. Long story short...It didn't. He had sex with the half the female population while she waited and waited for a change that would never come. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This lesson has to be relearned, taught again, and figured out. Somewhere along the relationship road women are learning that they can shape and mold a man into whatever they want him to be, but this is the furthest thing from the truth. A man is who he is and he's gonna be who he wants to be. No matter who you are, what you wear, how fly your weave, or how good you put it on him, he will still be the man that he has been raised to be. The man HE WANTS to be. The sooner we realize this the better off we will be. We won't drive ourselves crazy because things aren't turning out according to plan. Instead we will grow, live, and learn to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">appreciate</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> those in our lives for all the beautiful things that they are instead of lingering on all the things that they are not. When we can do this changing that man won't matter because we will realize that true love is not the loving the perfect person but its loving the imperfect person, perfectly. <br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></span>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-1358081528575799562009-05-24T12:44:00.003-04:002009-05-25T10:50:09.103-04:00Drake and Trey Songz Music Fab<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bALk7WdD4e8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bALk7WdD4e8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Soooo, Drake and Trey Songz...I'm officially in love. So Hot!!!</span></span></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-77423528982592918142009-05-04T01:14:00.006-04:002009-05-25T10:50:58.628-04:00I'm Going In...Celebrity StatusIt has been a minute, but I'm back with a few things that must be said...<div><br /></div><div>I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kanye</span> said it best, "It's always gone be haters that's just what it is hater b*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tches</span> marry hater n*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ggas</span> and have hater kids." It so pathetic that people are so bored and dissatisfied with their own lives that they want to project their unhappiness on others. Reaching celebrity status brings so much attention...</div><div><br /></div><div>Just a few things I have learned:</div><div><br /></div><div>People will always feel some type of way about who you are and what you do.</div><div>Most of the time these people just want to be you.</div><div>Misery loves company.</div><div>If you devote energy and time to these haters you will get sucked into their horrible cycle.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone so wise once said that haters can't stand to see someone doing better in life so it's understandable that people would come at you while your making moves. Crabs in a barrel...You are doing what they want to do and what they can't do, and their inability to get on your level is the source of so much jealousy.</div><div><br /></div><div>So if people wanna talk, let them. If they wanna be mad, give them even more reason because haters are the ultimate sign of success, and their tools are the lies they make up just to feel a little better about their plight. I personally think its hilarious. Some of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">y'all</span> haters should really look into creative writing because you could be making money from all of the outlandish stories you make up on the regular. It's crazy to think that people devote so much time to what somebody else is doing. Just think if you took half of that energy and focused on you, you could <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definitely</span> upgrade yourself...I'm just saying. </div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-35715497410517996142008-12-14T18:30:00.004-05:002008-12-14T18:52:16.085-05:00Some Type of LoveI feel vulnerable and I hate vulnerable. I need the unexplainable, unquestionable love. Love that makes you feel you're the only one he's ever needed and the only one he ever will. Love that matters. Love that keeps his eyes from wondering every five seconds, and love that keeps me from feeling like I need to follow those eyes. The love that makes me secure. I need the love that's a constant reminder that I'm all you need. I want the love that makes me the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning and the last thing you can conceive when you close your eyes at night. I even want the kind of love that puts me in the center of every single dream. I want the love that hopes, the love that believes, the love that is patient and kind. That 1st Corinthians, biblical type of love. A love that doesn't question the inexplicable but embraces the unknown. Love that doesn't hurt, well the good hurt I don't mind, but the love that seeks perfection. Love that understands, that's mature, can comprehend emotions, knows my worth, and values every moment we share together. Love that doesn't take me for granted and in turn makes me never want to do the same. Love that cannot even conceive the notion of failure. But I'm starting to wonder if it really exists...keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-1188971683841548382008-11-15T23:28:00.004-05:002008-11-16T00:29:00.136-05:00FlowersDear Love,<div><br /></div><div>I got flowers today and I wished they were from you, but I knew in my heart that they weren't. I know that it will never be the same, and it's all my fault. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, I can't go back. I know I'm indeceive, but I thought you would understand. I took your kindness for weakness, and the result was deadly. Without you I'm misrebale, but I'm resigned to what life might bring. I'm owning my shit. Penance done and penance more to do, but I'm human and it hurts. When I think of you, what cold have been, what should have been I want to scream. A burning rises in my chest because I know what I gave up. But now you push me away, your words and your actions conflict. You love what you've found, but you love me too and the two just can't co-exist. You can't see it, but the constant pushing causes the distance becomes more unbearable. The chasm widens. I can't even see the other side, and now I need you the most. Yes, I said need. I realize who you are and what were and could have been to me and I'm sorry, but I know it's not enough.</div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-52975599989131178092008-09-26T01:30:00.019-04:002009-05-25T10:44:57.286-04:00Ankle Grabbers and Bus Stop Bust Downs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEgB3jqe3Kv90u2_X5tWrjHW-olyrP5tz7XD4cQKAFHuqe3YVP38VDlFYamivQcjNd0VIShHGw4mcd72VvILjsT-WtZppRhIgwaRNMsEZAzEH9u_1RwwIgvV_uIyCWYsvd88QoIEzqM6Z/s1600-h/wtf3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEgB3jqe3Kv90u2_X5tWrjHW-olyrP5tz7XD4cQKAFHuqe3YVP38VDlFYamivQcjNd0VIShHGw4mcd72VvILjsT-WtZppRhIgwaRNMsEZAzEH9u_1RwwIgvV_uIyCWYsvd88QoIEzqM6Z/s320/wtf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250524600138049794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhIvcRTwwanaV4CjFlGrWy0yam5bel0RAi2ioQFCLeywhQ60hmlQjYe19qM5OLPnG-Tv4Ta4xcIKMIxrK8oo4VwLL-PfFJJ0V_e-krPf7HYgHSJ6xalWpsHEoz29hRl-VF_6Ld2_OncE3/s1600-h/wtf2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhIvcRTwwanaV4CjFlGrWy0yam5bel0RAi2ioQFCLeywhQ60hmlQjYe19qM5OLPnG-Tv4Ta4xcIKMIxrK8oo4VwLL-PfFJJ0V_e-krPf7HYgHSJ6xalWpsHEoz29hRl-VF_6Ld2_OncE3/s320/wtf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250525881759394834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNsztNh-4qyO-KxsytMFUjng2p837VgHWxZHS7jw97J4Z26vG3sDfD7nuekzjvfJexPJMP8HXB09liR3oVI98dHdeMMFo2ywjUOqpLN8V4yrTDMZH2T_FLIX0FQ05Z251Ql9R3ymTlb2L/s320/wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250218070065716914" border="0" /> I couldn't make this ish up....<br /><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj59fbZDLmlvnNIyUsaBQ3zpwhP_fPbvYlI-b8D5ewz9mR0jZDtZvWgCNWv-44bi18rK8mJ0HwwpaVOYrabln5nnmDVze3kF_Rh3cxlI8DXVMe6SajevigcsClVb3_ZKgV5C2KWDOe8515o/s320/wtf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250525678206914738" border="0" />So the year has begun and it is time to write because I'm feeling some type of way once again. Self-respect. Couth. Dignity. Class. Refinement. The George Washington University has gone crazy, and everyone I've encountered seemingly possess none of the above. For a moment in time I though we as a people had made a change. I thought we had embodied progress. I thought we were moving beyond our days of tom foolery and foolywang material, but I have never been more wrong. Like they say, assumptions will make an ass of you. Throughout the past few weeks I have never been more embarassed. Walking into a campus party to see freshman girls bent over touching the floor, giving lap dances in the doorway, and participating in illict activites that will definately assist in the contrating of numerous STD's makes my stomach turn. Are we kidding? Is that really how you want to present yourself, especially in the first month of school? Not that I'm the authority on prim and propper behavior BUT I have a little good sense unlike some people who choose to have all their encounters and rendezvous documented on Facebook. Let's be serious. Do you really think that's appropriate? Is that really how you want to be etched into people's memories?? Do you realize that you are the smut that will let anybody get it and the bust down that doesn't care who knows? I'm honestly appalled. As women we need to do better, and I thought coming to GW would be a step in that direction but Hov said it best, "You can pay for school but you can't buy class." As the days turn into weeks we, collectivly must sit and reevaluate our goals, values, and ambitions. If our behaviors don't correspond with people that we are trying to become something has got to give. Loving ourselves is the first step. Knowing yourself worth is number two. If we don't love ourselves and understand our self worth we will constantly allow men (and I use that term loosely) to objectify and take advanage of us. Instead of allowing ourselves to be torn down and used for some lackluster athletes instant gratification how about we build up our minds, boo love with Gelman, and get this education. After all, isn't that the reason we're here?<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><br /><div>Collectively, as a people, we MUST, MUST, MUST do BETTER!!! It is no longer an option but a necessity.<br /></div>keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-50060031822965949042008-08-14T12:20:00.004-04:002009-05-25T10:39:42.263-04:00Music Fab<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFzws_oKl9k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFzws_oKl9k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></span><br /><br />I can't even hate. I am L-O-V-E loving this Danity Kane "Bad Girl", so my theme song right now. And the video is HOTTTT! and I see Diddy is still shamelessly plugging that damn Ciroc, but I'm not gone front on that either. By all means...get ya money. So Fab right now!keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069125675487023716.post-3195649845318690572008-08-04T00:38:00.005-04:002008-08-04T00:52:26.677-04:00Soooo Not Fab Moment of the Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilI_rFnOyME-uT8MSdUFbTJbGKtMvZdTDg4QZsv7idTKa-1KarOSI-INXljIpG4EAH70ZA2B6J42MNS0EgI82gaHArYMwiAiHEM45w-NoPoh5yxpx_419jEkfV_2RkdIUqTeeVHw-f1LvB/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilI_rFnOyME-uT8MSdUFbTJbGKtMvZdTDg4QZsv7idTKa-1KarOSI-INXljIpG4EAH70ZA2B6J42MNS0EgI82gaHArYMwiAiHEM45w-NoPoh5yxpx_419jEkfV_2RkdIUqTeeVHw-f1LvB/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230519840393036754" border="0" /></a>So this past weekend I took a little visit to Atlanta, GA. The culture there was interesting to say the least. Southern, very southern. Well while frequenting an establishment I discovered this shirt and it struck a nerve with me. This is the physical embodiment of everything that we shouldn't be as a people. Everything most of us have been fighting so hard to rise above. Foolywang like this is no bueno and it has to stop.keohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587038530542923616noreply@blogger.com1