<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:23:28.724-08:00</updated><category term='Life Lesson'/><category term='Rhianna'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Danity Kane'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='50'/><category term='Shawty Lo'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Vent'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='truth'/><category term='Why da hell'/><category term='Rihanna'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Stop the M-A-D-D-Ness'/><category term='HLN'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Diddy'/><category term='Work'/><category term='mental illness'/><category term='Chris Brown'/><title type='text'>Se La Vie (or is it just me!)</title><subtitle type='html'>The anti-media blog. Some bloggers spin tales and misconceptions. This blog will bring it back to reality!!! 

But mostly I'll just blog about whatever ails me at the moment. Like everyone else.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-8470352922769340125</id><published>2009-12-14T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:47:24.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've made the move to NYC and as I patiently wait for my life in NY to take flight, I've realized how incredibly lonely I feel. Now, before it's even suggested let me say that I have friends, four of them; however, as great as they are there's still a little something missing. A Man! I know a strong "independent women" like me, should feel secure enough in herself to be single and proud. Well I ain't, I would like a man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone strong, handsome, funny, sweet, and romantic; there's more but I don't need to go into too much detail. Now granted, I'm not truly at a place where I can meet a man halfway but I still want one. (I'm making it sound more like a toy than another human being.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm at the age where I feel like my "clock" is definitely starting to tick, but in all honesty I'm not really at a place to get married or have children. I'd love to settle down and wait for that great guy who's going to become my husband but, again, I just don't think I'm REALLY ready. Professionally, I've just restarted my career and personally, I'm still in the process of doing some spring cleaning in my heart, mind and soul. After reading The Conversations by Hill Harper, it's made me realize just how un-ready for a serious relationship I am. It didn't help that I had a conversation with a young man that furthered my belief, in my not being ready. I can't even form a friendship with someone of the opposite sex; I'm almost teen-like. I blush when he's around, and I think I form an attachment waaay too early for words. I get a little sad when he's not available, I get excited about him when I know I'm gonna be around him….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the hell is my problem!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even really know if I like this guy, but I'm showing all the signs of someone who is severely open off of him. I think he likes me too but… he's not being as proactive as I'd like him to be. I mean, I want to be pursued for once. This is the part I don't like!? I wish I knew how to go slower to "be light" just enjoy the flirting for what it is, just aimless flirting; I mean if it turns into more in the future, great! In the meantime, it's stupid to get over indulgent in a man, who may or may not have interest in me. The downsized to all of this…. I am soooo sexually frustrated its not funny. I miss sex! I don't want to but I do, badly. This is another reason, why I need to step back. The last thing I need to do is to start up a sexual relationship with someone. I don't know that I can do a serious relationship but I know I don't want a sex-friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I can do is be patient but I'm not a very patient person… I'll fill you in if something happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-8470352922769340125?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/8470352922769340125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/12/single-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/8470352922769340125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/8470352922769340125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/12/single-in-city.html' title='Single in the City'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-8957605940848352232</id><published>2009-08-13T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:30:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Music Died!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does anyone remember when it happened!? Was it the day Souljah Boy got approval to release his second album? Or did it happen long before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get it twisted I admire Souljah Boy for everything he's done, when have you ever heard of a 15 independent record label CEO, who's actually have nationwide success; but really "Kiss Me through the Phone", "LOL, Smileyface"? Is that what our generation is capable of musically!? Really!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're confused about what I'm talking about, go to your parents house (or for some us their room) and ask them about their "Album collection". Now you may not know what an album is, but they should be able to explain it to you or possibly even show you one. Matter of fact, I'll do one better go to your nearest computer and locate the following tracks: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michael Jackson – Get on the Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson 5 – Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dobbie Brothers – What a Fool Believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson 5 – Never Can Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teena Marie – Square Biz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dazz Band – Whip it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to name a few of my favorites, but I'm sure other Music-Heads will be able to recommend some others for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These songs epitomize what music used to be, the only technology they used (for some) was what was needed to record it and make it listenable. If you listen to some Motown oldies, you'll know what I'm talking about; some of the recordings are soo raw, that you can actually hear the conductor count it off. They used instruments, real instruments not the ones on the studio's computer but ones you actually have to hold in your hand. The difference in the quality of the music, not the lyrics, or the singer, but the actual music is amazing. Especially music from the 60's and 70's, the way they used the different instruments to create the sound that they had, it's emotional. &lt;em&gt;Check the profile, I told you I LOVED music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just listen to the music of today and compare it to music of the past. You can't, there's no comparison. When I listen to my mom's music, I'm sometimes embarrassed by &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of our music. You know there was a point-in-time when record labels wouldn't hire producers or sign artist, if they didn't have some sort of musical ability. You had to be able to write and play an instrument. Old school producers like Holland-Dozier-Holland knew how to play most if not all of the instruments in the studio. Yeah back then some studios had actual instruments in them. When you recorded a track, it was almost like performing in the studio. Nowadays, some artist don't meet their "band" until it's time to go on tour which as we know changes the sound of the music completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When did we get to the point where the only requirement as an artist is that you be pretty or "marketable"?  Some producers couldn't play an instrument if you put a gun to their head. Everyone is sooo amped about using the newest musical technology devises but hand them an instrument and they look lost. Awhile back I happened upon a YouTube clip of Just Blaz playing the drums, I almost cried. You could tell he enjoyed playing them, and his confidence while he was playing them was almost orgasmic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for some of you I may have lost you at "LOL, SmileyFace" but the rest of you understand where I'm coming from.  I know I speak on your behalf when I say to up-and-coming producer and artist, when I say bring back the music of the past… music so good it makes you cry… music so good you don't need the artist to sing on it.  You know some old school songs are almost seven minutes long. New school songs end at three minutes, the MOST!! WTF!! By the time you catch the groove the song is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me just say, I commend artist like Solange Knowles who had no problem bringing back the old school flavor to music with a modern day twist. If you don't know what I'm talking about, RUN to your nearest music outlet and purchase, yeah I said it, &lt;span style='text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURCHASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sol-Angel and the Hadley Street Dreams. That's music that I can stand behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-8957605940848352232?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/8957605940848352232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-music-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/8957605940848352232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/8957605940848352232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-music-died.html' title='The Day the Music Died!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-3838394548736759566</id><published>2009-08-13T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:39:19.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Post or Not to Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could be the type of blogger to post something every day but since I write from the heart, sometimes I just might not have anything to say. I take that back, I may have something to say but it may not be enough to post in a &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;. Mini blogging is another alternative, sometimes my heart leaks onto the updates in my twitter account. If you're on twitter follow me twitter.com/Ily_NoEhMi , trust me you'll enjoy following me. Plus you can check out who I'm following, everyone's cool &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; funny. If you don't have a twitter account, I suggest you get one; progress may be a slow process but that doesn't mean it doesn't move forward.  Get up on it, if you set up your account and feel like you still don't get it. Hit me up and I'll help you out, plus I'll enjoy making a new friend or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See Ya on Twitter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-3838394548736759566?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/3838394548736759566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-post-or-not-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/3838394548736759566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/3838394548736759566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-post-or-not-to-post.html' title='To Post or Not to Post'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-168084256243072161</id><published>2009-08-12T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:03:01.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAME – I’m gonna live forever!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, this not a post on the new Fame remake (which I'm still unsure about seeing), but more so about having Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People talk about Fame as if it is life's greatest accomplishment. The line from PCD's When I grow up sticks out in my hand the most "we all wanna be famous… you know what it's like to be nameless, u want'em to know what your name is", is this really how we all feel!? No lie, sometimes I think that I too, would LOVE to be famous but then I watch the news or E! and I realize FAME has a &lt;span style='text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serious &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style='text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt; deadly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; price to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think about all of the famous people you know and you'll notice for every good side of their fame there's something negative about it. Then again, think about all of the "famous" people that we as a society idolize to which you can't even remember what the hell makes them soo famous; THE KARDASHIANS (as a group), Paris Hilton, Tila Tequila, the list goes on and on. This group is a different post for a different day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning, as always, I was forced to listen to HLN and the first topic of this particular news show was Michael Jackson. Although it pains my heart to bring him up, I have to get this off my chest. This "poor" man has been dead for almost two months, and yet we still can't stop talking about him. This morning they were talking about the police (and Feds) raiding the pharmacy that filled MJ's prescriptions. Albeit this is something they would publicize even if it wasn't MJ, because it is a homicide case. The problem with this story was that the topic of discussion turned toward paternity of his kids. What the hell did this have to do with someone killing him? How or WHY does that even matter to you and me? Truth is it doesn't; and we know that, but do we really care about respecting the dead to stop it? Nope. For the sake of rating this will probably continue for another year or two. People don't realize that these same kids that they are trying to claim are just that, KIDS! Putting their FATHER (because until now that's all they knew) on blast is not helping them at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Katherine Jackson's attorney said it when in his statement released yesterday (don't quote me – I got it from Natasha @ theybf.com) &lt;em&gt;"These genetic lottery attempts aren't going anywhere. They have no legal standing. They may seek 5 seconds of fame but the claims have no merit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journalists like to portray themselves as being "&lt;em&gt;smarter than the average bear"&lt;/em&gt; but they're willing to dumb themselves down, all for the sake of ratings. There is no way and hell, you can honestly tell me that you believe the nurse, the chef, and the ginger-bread maker's bullshit stories. &lt;em&gt;BTW, am I the only one who realizes that the baker and the ginger-bread maker, should be the same person? ... I digress&lt;/em&gt;. Here's the way I look at it.. If you didn't care enough to help this person in life, I don't believe for a millisecond that you really give a SH!@ about helping them in death!? Same thing goes for the people &lt;span style='text-decoration:line-through'&gt;who leached&lt;/span&gt; I mean worked for Anna Nicole Smith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just don't understand how, at no point-in-time did any of you feel it was necessary to say to someone outside of the close circle, hell even the police "Yo! [&lt;strong&gt;insert name here&lt;/strong&gt;] who's supposed to be [&lt;strong&gt;insert celebrity or average joe name here&lt;/strong&gt;]'s blank is [&lt;strong&gt;insert shady deed here&lt;/strong&gt;] to them?"  If you worked with Anna, Michael or Brittany and you knew that someone they trusted was taking advantage of them to the point of killing, or in Brittany's case almost killing, them, and you stood by and did the "ooohp nothing to see here, la la la la la", &lt;strong&gt;*hands in pocket looking away*&lt;/strong&gt; you should be ashamed of yourself. Your conscious should phuck with you to the point of insanity, because YES YOU DID THE WRONG THING, and you didn't do you job as a HUMAN BEING to at least TRY to help someone in need. Let's call a spade-a-spade, we all aren't hero material, but how hard can it really be, to call the hero? Hell our modern day heroes have their own easy dial extension "911". Granted some of them can't be trusted but really, you don't think saying "Hey ya'll, the reason MJ &amp;amp; Brittany are acting foul is because someone is &lt;em&gt;drugging&lt;/em&gt; them" won't get SOMEONES attention!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That folks is the down-side of fame. Greedy people (with no shame) will leach onto you and suck the life out of you, literally. Unfortunately, greed is the type of self-induced drug is addictive to the point where it'll kill you, or someone else. Times like this makes me very appreciative of my circle of friends, our motto is truth first, feelings later; but some celebs aren't lucky enough to have this around them. Everyone around you wants to be a part of what they feel is the gravy train, and no one is willing to lose their first class ticket to do the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having fame is like being the driver of the party bus; while everyone on the bus is having a blast, you're the one doing the hard work making sure the bus gets from point A to point B and so on. But once the ride is over, everyone quickly runs off, leaving you behind to clean up the throw up in the back. Only this is the one occasion where people will actually come back to throw up on the bus some more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-168084256243072161?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/168084256243072161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/fame-im-gonna-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/168084256243072161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/168084256243072161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/fame-im-gonna-live-forever.html' title='FAME – I’m gonna live forever!?'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-3089635078125088022</id><published>2009-08-11T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:30:55.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lying MudaSuckas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm going through Celeb-Twitterville (which is basically going through the different celebrity profiles in Twitter), when I come across Star Jones' Twitter page. Immediately I start to think, "Damn she's lost a lot of weight" which is promptly followed by "WTF!! Wasn't her claim to fame (at one point) that she was representing plus size women of America (or something like that, don't quote me)." Then my co-worker and I start talking and she reminds me of Ms. Mo'Nique and several other women who "jumped ship" to swim in the ocean of conformity.  Now you know me, always eager to stop the naysayers before they start; I have no problem with Full figured women (FFW) losing weight for health reasons. It's very important to make sure that you're eating right and getting some form of exercise in your life; for me it's (trying to) exercise portion control, dancing and the occasional Pilates session. My ISSUE is that you have all of these FFW's using their size as their "niche" to get into the industry (music, comedy, theater, whatev), only to then ditch the niche once they've broken the "glass-ceiling" in effort to look like every other Hollywood stereotype. Granted some of them haven't come close to your typical size 0 starlet, but I'm sure in the back of their they are definitely trying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be honest with you, I don't even have a problem with that! If you're a size 24 and secretly you really want to be a size 4 then go for it, do you! But don't feed us the "Real Women Have Curves", and "Skinny bitches are evil" bullshit! Keep it gangsta!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*tell em why you mad son*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm mad because there are A LOT of young FFW's in training, that don't have health issues, but have emotional issues because they (like many of us before them) have fallen for what society has told them, or unfortunately, showed them about "ideal beauty".  They believed you when you dished out that B.S and "sopped it up with a biscuit", supporting all of your endeavors because they believed that YOU were out to show the world that Real Women &lt;em&gt;Do&lt;/em&gt; Have Curves and yes, some Skinny Bitches are evil. Now imagine their… frustration to see you bend in conformity, walking the red carpet as a size 8. If you had to lose weight for health reason that's one thing but losing weight for vanity after you called yourself a "representative for the FF community is just hypocritical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Young'uns lemme tell you. I'm a SHAPELY size 22, and the smallest mama EVER wants to be is a Size 16, maybe even a 14, but that's my lowest and if anyone has an issue with that, I have round, perky derrière for them to pucker up too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keepin Gangsta!!!! Cuz the FFW revolution BETTER be televised, blogged about, read about, and respected!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-3089635078125088022?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/3089635078125088022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-lying-mudasuckas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/3089635078125088022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/3089635078125088022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-lying-mudasuckas.html' title='You Lying MudaSuckas!!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-1443769118931235118</id><published>2009-08-11T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:08:47.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Are you Marriage Material</title><content type='html'>Now before I start this, let me just say that I’m an old fashion girl with old fashion values….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you marriage material? To many people this question can seem stupid and pointless but to me it’s a very honest question that you should ask yourself before you make the decision to either put yourself on the market for marriage or accept someone’s proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dictionary defines marriage as 1 a (1) : the state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law (2) not posting this one because I don’t think it’s correct, it’s my blog I post what I wanna!!!&gt; b : the mutual relation of &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/married"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; persons : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/wedlock"&gt;wedlock&lt;/a&gt; c : the institution whereby individuals are joined in a marriage2 : an act of marrying or the rite by which the &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/married"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; status is effected; especially : the wedding ceremony and attendant festivities or formalities3 : an intimate or close union &lt;the&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/marriage"&gt;http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/marriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of that is fine and dandy but I think there’s more to it than what dictionary defines as marriage. It’s my belief that marriage is a bond, between a man and a woman under GOD that they will Love, honor, and RESPECT each other for the rest of their life. Notice how I capitalized the word respect? While some would believe that the most important part of a marriage is Love, I think that Respect is more important than love, reason being you can’t love someone if you don’t respect them. People who enter into marriage under the guise that they will LOVE each other FOREVER are usually in for a RUDE awakening 5-10 years into the marriage (maybe less for others). Now does that mean that there aren’t couples who do LOVE each other FOREVER, NO! There are some couples that genuinely love each other but when you look at their love, you realize that their love has evolved with time because they’ve respected each other. They’ve respected each other’s wishes, beliefs, opinions, sexual habits, interest and all of the above. You can’t presume to stay HAPPILY married to anyone if you don’t respect them, and their needs. Now that’s not to say that you and your needs should fall by the wayside because they should be just as considerate of your needs as you are of theirs. If they aren’t then, Houston you have a problem!  Please remember that marriage is a self-LESS act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where I’m about to piss a lot of ladies off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go home to your husband (presumably at a decent hour, previously defined by you and your husband) you need to check your I-am-an-independent-woman-hear-me-roar-I-don’t-need-a-man attitude at the door. Cuz, let’s be honest if you didn’t need a man then you wouldn’t have gotten married, or you wouldn’t be dating for that matter. Oh, and please spare me the I-just-date-for-the-sex bull-crap, women are not built to LOVE ‘em and leave ‘em. You may have fooled yourself to believe that in the short term, but after a while…. (That’s pure experience speaking)&lt;br /&gt; Single women, in the words of T.I, “be clear”: Ain’t NO real man gonna settle down with a woman whose mantra in life is I don’t need a man!! Would you date a man who felt like he didn’t need a woman? Nope. (Keep the lies moving). Look at our mommas as perfect examples, many of them are the DEFINITION of a strong woman, but when your dad (or her boyfriend, depending upon the household) came around she was this defenseless women, who couldn’t even open a jar of jelly (mind you she opened that same jar for you the day before). They know that YOU HAVE TO LET A MAN BE A MAN!!!! Single women always have a hard time with this one, but it is what it is. LET the MAN BE a MAN!!  There’s no other way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDIRECTING….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say in happy marriage a happy wife is a happy life, but that works both ways. Try not to be consumed with your needs, think of his, and vice versa.  Most recently both CoCo and Jada Pinkett have both done interviews where they’ve listed sex as a contributing factor among other things to their happy marriages. The crazy part to me is not that sex or in CoCo’s case, submitting to your man can be attributed to a successful marriage but the shocking part is that people are surprised by this. Hel-low, men like sex, and so do women, why not enjoy it together!? SIDENOTE: if you’re married and you don’t enjoy the sex it’s time you and yours had a heart to heart. No bullshit!! Women always surprise me when they’re like “he’s having an affair” and when you ask about their love life she gets all confused like “what does that have to do with anything?” It has everything to do with everything!!! Personally speaking, if I were MARRIED to someone who refused to have sex with me, I would probably cheat too; especially if I didn’t want to file for divorce.  This is an obvious example of disrespecting your partner’s needs. If for whatever reason you no longer enjoy sex, physically, emotional or whatever, then you might want to seek counseling as a couple to determine how to resolve this. I understand that as we get older our needs change but you can’t expect your partner to deny themselves because you lost interest. I know this seems hypocritical of what I said early, but it’s really not. If they denied themselves, and you didn’t deny yourself then the relationship would be heavily one-sided. Being self-less applies on both sides, finding a HEALTHY compromise is always the alternative. By the way, even though both marriage and sex are self-less acts, honesty is key. If you faked it your entire relationship, please don’t think that in marriage he’s just gonna wake up one morning and get it right. COMMUNICATION is a very important part of respecting someone, speak and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I can go on and on with these examples but long story short, if you aren’t willing to be self-less (both men and women) you might want to re-evaluate marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-1443769118931235118?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/1443769118931235118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-marriage-material.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1443769118931235118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1443769118931235118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-marriage-material.html' title='Are you Marriage Material'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-4851933556984736986</id><published>2009-08-11T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:04:49.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm back....</title><content type='html'>Need I say more, there's soo much going on it's not funny. Several things have been pressing on my heart so without further ado.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-4851933556984736986?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/4851933556984736986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/4851933556984736986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/4851933556984736986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back....'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-687708862190979646</id><published>2009-05-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:27:26.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating???</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 5 years since I've been in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; relationship. So now I'm asking the question, am I REALLY ready to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dealing with this question for the last year or two. I see couples all around me (it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; the devil) my office mate has a budding relationship, an associate of mine is in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;-term relationship, granted I don't really believe in the relationship or think it's healthy but either way she's in one. See all the relationships &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloom&lt;/span&gt; around me makes me feel like I'm really ready to move on, but I often wonder if I'm emotionally ready to be in a relationship. How do I know that I won't screw it up by holding onto past heartaches? To be quite honest with you, that is my biggest fear. I've seen it happen often enough; people rush into relationships only to screw it up because they weren't emotionally ready to move on.  I've always felt like I wouldn't do that but then again, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think I'm actually sure about the type of guy that I want. As my friends and I sit around and discuss our "divine being" I start to realize I have NO idea who this person is. I mean I know the basics; he's tall, handsome, friendly, caring, self-motivated and most importantly FAMILY ORIENTED. That's a big one for me.  I love being social with friends and family, and I couldn't imagine being with someone who wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I guess I'm just scared but I do think that I'm ready to at least date... hopefully, I'll meet someone promising soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-687708862190979646?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/687708862190979646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/687708862190979646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/687708862190979646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating.html' title='Dating???'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-1762320625781690878</id><published>2009-05-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:11:11.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How long will the Ga Ga goo goo last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/ShQ5qURU53I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7XTldOiFhqE/s1600-h/lady_gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337954857499551602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/ShQ5qURU53I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7XTldOiFhqE/s320/lady_gaga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes. I am talking about Lady Ga Ga. Let’s be real, it can’t be healthy (mentally) for someone to be their alter ego 24/7. No, I’m not a real Lady Ga Ga fan; her music is catchy but…. It’s just not me. I could be in denial but… No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like every time I see a picture of her she is always “on”, with the leotard, or the tea cup, and ALWAYS with the wig. I commend her for keeping it up for so long but really, how much longer can this really last? So far she maybe coming up on a year, but will she make it to year-two or will she switch up to a new look. Or maybe that’s the look that everyone is going for and she’s the only one who can rock it so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just figure out everyone’s fascination with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….need a moment to think about it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not interested in the music , like another “singer” we all know and love to watch… wait! Her album was nice but her live singing sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way if she can keep this up for the length of her career, without becoming B.J.S or stripping down to the real Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, I’d be surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-1762320625781690878?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/1762320625781690878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-long-will-ga-ga-goo-goo-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1762320625781690878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1762320625781690878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-long-will-ga-ga-goo-goo-last.html' title='How long will the Ga Ga goo goo last?'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/ShQ5qURU53I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7XTldOiFhqE/s72-c/lady_gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-1892223477503703268</id><published>2009-05-20T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:55:47.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhianna'/><title type='text'>Rhianna this, Rhianna That!?</title><content type='html'>sooo... over the course of 24hrs Rhianna went from being a heterosexual to a lesbian back to a heterosexual. When does it all end? Can't the girl get a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's no such thing as bad publicity but after awhile doesn't stuff like this mess with your saturation in the public eye. Let me rephrase that, don't you think that after a while people will get sick of seeing or hearing about you? Think Lindsay Lohan. Now don't get it twisted I love me some Lindsay (prior to the weight issue, and even in despite of) she's a pretty girl, and "drinking and drug use" (in quotes cuz I ain't never hung out with her to know the truth) aside she seems like a really cool chick. But unfortunately for her she can't get a job to save her life because people are sick of her. bloggers went from being in love with her to trashing her every chance they get, especially my friend Perez. Trust and believe that the day will come when he will bash Rhianna just to bash her. I think 50 [cent] said it best when he said "[sometimes] the public builds up entertainers just to tear them down for entertainment purposes" which is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who she is dating is really none of our business, although I’d love to see what she wears on her dates, LOL. I, like many, only follow Rhianna’s “career” because I love the way her stylist dresses her. She always looks so edgy but feminine at the same time. Good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to see what she wears tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-1892223477503703268?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/1892223477503703268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/rhianna-this-rhianna-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1892223477503703268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1892223477503703268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/rhianna-this-rhianna-that.html' title='Rhianna this, Rhianna That!?'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-2636574664234747200</id><published>2009-05-06T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:57:05.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>To watch or not to watch (what's the F-ing point!!!</title><content type='html'>So today I decided to read Pazsaz (an entertainment site listing cancelled TV shows), because I wanted to know the status of NBC's new show Kings. Well, (not) to my surprise; Kings has been cancelled. Scrolling down... well, just because I felt like it, I've learned that CBS has cancelled Swingtown. Which leads me to a very serious question, why the hell do we watch TV? and are TV stations ran by people with ADD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seems like season after season, a new show comes out and before the end of the season it's cancelled, with many shows being cancelled before the end of the season. Just when you've accepted a show into your nightly schedule of TV watching, it's gone. So what's the point? Life as a TV show producer/creator must really suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Lipstick Jungle for instance, I'm sure Candace Bushnell and co., because, I can't... Darren King, that's his name Darren King.. Candace Bushnell and Darren King probably celebrated in their offices thinking "Yes, we've resurrected the Sex &amp;amp; the City-esque TV show" after the show's first "successful" season only to learn two/three episodes into the second season that the show would be cancelled. They must deal with a yo-yo set of emotions that would rival that of a schizophrenic. "Great show today, critics love it.. audiences hated it.. sorry. Don't forget your free (put broadcasting network name  here) t-shirt and complimentary mug". Could you imagine handling your personal monthly budget? You couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've made the mentally sound decision to.. dare I say, give up TV. I can't take it anymore, I'm starting to go crazy. There are other worthwhile things I could be doing with my time. Not sure what they are yet, but I'm damn sure going to find something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-2636574664234747200?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/2636574664234747200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-watch-or-not-to-watch-whats-f-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/2636574664234747200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/2636574664234747200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-watch-or-not-to-watch-whats-f-ing.html' title='To watch or not to watch (what&apos;s the F-ing point!!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-7798028362526890233</id><published>2009-02-26T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:38:34.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HLN'/><title type='text'>She is soooo smart!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaapYWKB7OI/AAAAAAAAABE/Guvq5DdD73Y/s1600-h/velez_mitchell_jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115446632312034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaapYWKB7OI/AAAAAAAAABE/Guvq5DdD73Y/s200/velez_mitchell_jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I’m watching headline news, waiting for my mom, and they’re talking about Haleigh Cummings. Now if you don’t know Haliehg Cummings is a five year old girl, who went missing about two weeks ago, from her FL home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particular show that I was watching is called Issues with Jane Velez-Mitchell and during the course of the show they discuss different “issues” going on in the world. Of course in typical HLN style she has a “panel of experts, witnesses, etc.,” who help her discuss the issues, adding their opinions, knowledge or just anything that comes to mind for them. At times, it’s a very interesting show, but NOT TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m watching the show, because I’m trying to find out if they have anymore details about this missing girl, when the conversation turns to the father’s previous offenses. Then, this lady…., the host, WHO SHOULD KNOW BETTER, starts calling him a snitch (informant). I’m like “chick, have you lost your mind!!!” you don’t go calling someone a snitch on NATIONAL TELEVISION!!!! She basically put his life and everyone associated with him in danger, all for the sake of what!?… Ratings, publicity, news… ARE PEOPLE THAT STREET DUMB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! I am by no means a supporter of the Stop Snitching campaign; But to call out a snitch on NATIONAL TELEVISION!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S JUST DUMB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know some people think that criminals are stupid or lazy or whatever; but don’t get it twisted some CRIMINALS of that sort ARE DANGEROUS!! They’ll kill your whole family and think NOTHING of it. In just one line, she managed to endanger a house/community full of people, not to mention poor Haleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they wonder why police officers don’t release information to the media, because for some reason reporters become so consumed with “the truth” and “the public’s right to know” that they don’t use COMMON SENSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number one for reporters: DON’T OUT SNITCHES ON PUBLIC FORUMS... they’re called Confident Informants for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Love, Noemi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-7798028362526890233?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/7798028362526890233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-is-soooo-smart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/7798028362526890233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/7798028362526890233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-is-soooo-smart.html' title='She is soooo smart!!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaapYWKB7OI/AAAAAAAAABE/Guvq5DdD73Y/s72-c/velez_mitchell_jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-4106772966533756677</id><published>2009-02-25T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:53:00.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why da hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop the M-A-D-D-Ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shawty Lo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50'/><title type='text'>Why da hell!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaVoqJw-lgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uIqHCYzhW-o/s1600-h/shawtylo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762809311139330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaVoqJw-lgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uIqHCYzhW-o/s200/shawtylo11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can someone please explain to my why Shawty Lo is dropping another album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was his first ALBUM that hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone even know he had a WHOLE ALBUM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are record labels wasting money doing whole albums for fools who are only capable of doing single sales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't be the only one pondering these questions, I mean really. Instead of going after people who are downloading or bootlegging they need to take a better look at the quality of material some of these artist put out(I need to stop listening to 50, I’m starting to sound like him). No offense to Shawty Lo (even though I’m sure he's already taken plenty) but he had two singles which were hot, in that ghetto-fabulous sort of way, but he doesn’t need a whole album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t even get me started on the Bootsie or whatever his name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people Stop the M-A-D-D-Ness!!! (To all my JWU peeps: Yeah, I’m still using it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-4106772966533756677?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/4106772966533756677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-da-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/4106772966533756677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/4106772966533756677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-da-hell.html' title='Why da hell!?'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaVoqJw-lgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uIqHCYzhW-o/s72-c/shawtylo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-172529414457789302</id><published>2009-02-25T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:42:34.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>Chris Brown...Problem Child???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU8jNq7ApI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJEJ99uIZnY/s1600-h/Chris%26Rhi2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714311588774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU8jNq7ApI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJEJ99uIZnY/s200/Chris%26Rhi2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now everyone and their momma wants to dog Chris Brown. I'm not gonna do it, the boy (yes, I said boy) is young and (now don't tell anyone I said this) HUMAN!!! He made an OBVIOUS MISTAKE. Why is everyone acting like he killed her? Yeah, unfortunately, I saw the picture. Now granted, if it was my sister that he “beat” like that, I’d be ready to fight; but when it’s all said and done, I would have to move on for my sister’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is so gun-ho about stating their opinions and who their supporting that they forget sometimes the best support is the silent kind. The last thing that Chris or Rihanna need is people constantly talking about what happened? And what went wrong? (Like anyone other then them and God, really knows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, am I the only one that’s seriously disappointed in MTV for their “news special” on the subject? I mean really, the whole show was contrived of “expert” opinions and “sources”. ARE YOU SERIOUS MTV? I’ve lost so much respect for that network, it’s ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong I do feel that it’s important for women (and men) to understand their worth and to realize that it is not o.k. for ANYONE (male or female) to abuse you, pointblank!! But forgive me if I don’t think that, that was the real reason behind them airing that “special”. The issue there was ratings plain and simple!! If the show was about abuse in relationships, it would have had more information on everyday couples facing the issue and their “experts” would have spoke more on the issue itself and less on Chrihanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole situation has left a bad taste in my mouth, not for Chris Brown but for the media, and their way of handling this. Look at TMZ, they sold out Rihanna’s privacy for $62K. Really!? That cheap!?&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that the person at the LAPD who is responsible for the leak, never finds out just how much of a B*&amp;amp;^h Karma can be. Yeah, you got $62k but what are you gonna lose for that money, other than respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And stop asking celebrities their opinion on this private matter. That’s like someone asking your neighbor, their opinion, on how you cooked your pot roast. Who gives a rat’s behind? They don’t have to eat it, so it really doesn’t matter how they feel. Same can be said for the celebrities, they aren’t in the relationship so gives a rat’s behind on how they feel about it. Keep It Moving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the bloggers who posted the photo, regardless of the statement you made before or after you posted it, SHAME ON YOU. It doesn’t matter what statement you made when you posted it, the fact that you posted it, makes you no different from TMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rihanna and Chris, may God guide you in this situation to make the best decision for YOU!! Buck the world and DO YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Noemi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-172529414457789302?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/172529414457789302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brownproblem-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/172529414457789302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/172529414457789302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brownproblem-child.html' title='Chris Brown...Problem Child???'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU8jNq7ApI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJEJ99uIZnY/s72-c/Chris%26Rhi2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-4343644338295231234</id><published>2009-02-25T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:43:08.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce! Beyonce! Beyonce!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mtVsh-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VfAM8pB-b_Y/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306705575536265186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mtVsh-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VfAM8pB-b_Y/s200/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mSeKkWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b0xKIjNAMkA/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306705568324030818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mSeKkWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b0xKIjNAMkA/s200/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mUyvagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGhnn1WXvPY/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306705568947202562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mUyvagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QGhnn1WXvPY/s200/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, what's up with the flood of Beyoncé-Backlash!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday Beyoncé attended the Oscars; her dress, according to some wasn't the best, but to me there was nothing wrong with it. Now granted it wasn't her typical Luxe-Fabulous look with the big diamonds and extravagant hair. For her it was really basic. Then she performed to a back-track (mind you Ciara ain't sang live since Bethusa was a baby, and doesn't get this kind of crap, but I digress) and people just won't let up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my issue, how can Beyoncé sing live and not mess with everyone else? Common sense tells you, they are not gonna have her out-sing those other folk! Not to say that Hugh "Wolverine" Jackman can't sing, or that he is merely “other folk” but I doubt he could hold a note to Mrs. Knowles-Carter; there aren't people in her own industry that can do that, aside from Mrs. Aguilera-Bratman (now that little mama can blow). So again I ask why would Beyoncé sing live? And I bet if she did sing live people would’ve complained that she was over singing, and that she tried to take over the performance, because any Beyoncé fan will tell you that performance was a very toned-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I speak for Fans, and some non-Beyoncé fans when I say “Let it go!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images courtesy of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyonceworld.net/main.htm"&gt;Beyonce World&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-4343644338295231234?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/4343644338295231234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyonce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/4343644338295231234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/4343644338295231234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyonce.html' title='Beyonce! Beyonce! Beyonce!!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU0mtVsh-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VfAM8pB-b_Y/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-7425235736545174380</id><published>2009-02-25T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:03:39.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna PH*&amp;K Bank of America Up!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I am not the most financially savvy. I'll admit I tend to stretch myself really thin, and when I do I expect the typical overdraft fee. But I'll be damned if you charge me that shit on a whim.&lt;br /&gt; I need every dime of my money. Here I am trying to be a better spender, and to more financially responsible and this is how you repay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hell-to-da-nah Bobby! I can't wait for 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blow their phone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-7425235736545174380?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/7425235736545174380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-ph-bankf-of-america-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/7425235736545174380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/7425235736545174380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-ph-bankf-of-america-up.html' title='I&apos;m gonna PH*&amp;K Bank of America Up!!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-2274057889131442736</id><published>2009-02-20T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:15:18.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danity Kane'/><title type='text'>DK - Damaged or publicity Stunt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU2R0gD0vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZFddXo2AU9k/s1600-h/DK%26Diddy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306707415704785650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU2R0gD0vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZFddXo2AU9k/s200/DK%26Diddy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I'm watching MTB 4 and of course they're talking about the Danity Kane Incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy (I don't care about the name change he'll always be Puffy to me) starts acting all confused like the "break-up" came out of no where. I'm thinking Negro, you broke up the group when you kicked out Aubrey and D.Woods (let's not B.S you did fire her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least to say, I'm very interested in how this'll play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though I already know that DK will "reunite" before the end of the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-2274057889131442736?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/2274057889131442736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/dk-damaged-or-publicity-stunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/2274057889131442736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/2274057889131442736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/dk-damaged-or-publicity-stunt.html' title='DK - Damaged or publicity Stunt!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU2R0gD0vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZFddXo2AU9k/s72-c/DK%26Diddy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-8318461067042184540</id><published>2009-02-19T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:42:12.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>and luckily for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt; it comes twice a year (and depending on your interest throughout the year but that's neither here nor there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, Fashion Week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NY's&lt;/span&gt; Fashion Week, (no I've never been) but what I love the most is what it means in the fashion world. It means that a new season of clothing is coming our way. Fashion "Week" usually last for a month or two, because there's pretty much a fashion week everywhere. Some states have their own fashion week on a smaller scale, but none compare to the big wigs. Milan, Paris, LA, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandiose&lt;/span&gt; New York. It's one of my life long goals to attend at least one in my life, and I promise you I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your interested in keep up with fashion week and the different shows, hit up my home girls at &lt;a href="http://fashionista101.com/"&gt;http://fashionista101.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/"&gt;http://www.style.com&lt;/a&gt; both sites give very in-depth look into what each designer has to offer for that particular season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-8318461067042184540?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/8318461067042184540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/8318461067042184540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/8318461067042184540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-6227837014406023118</id><published>2009-02-19T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:01:58.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>To hell with it!!!</title><content type='html'>When I decided to do this blog, I said I'd try to keep it as glamorous as possible but that's not me. At least, not completely; I'm human I have good days and bad days. Some days are more glamorous than others. So I'm just gonna do me, at the end of the day that's most important. People can read this or they can choose not to either way, I'm gonna write. Sometimes I'll offend, not intentionally of course, but it is what it is. You can't please everyone and that's the key, in my opinion, to living a successful life. Successful not in the sense of what you've achieved but in the sense that you played by your own rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that whenever I talk to "adults" their always like "college is the best time of your life"... "If I could go back to any point in time it would be college" blah, blah, blah, blah. The truth is that the je ne sais pas of college was that you were finally in an environment where you made your own decisions, yeah some of them were wild and crazy, and for some of us downright illegal; but the point was you did what you wanted and made no apologies for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going back to that point (as best I can given that I've been brain-washed by Corporate America). I'm doing me, no apologies, no take backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out world, here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-6227837014406023118?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/6227837014406023118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-hell-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/6227837014406023118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/6227837014406023118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-hell-with-it.html' title='To hell with it!!!'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-1135048194493121117</id><published>2009-02-18T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:11:28.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Chrianna, Relationships and etc.,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU1bNEmjqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3hG27NmcL9A/s1600-h/Chris%26Rhi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306706477407702690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU1bNEmjqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3hG27NmcL9A/s200/Chris%26Rhi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had my full of the whole Chrianna Saga. I mean really there are only three people that really know, what happened on the famous Sunday night drive. Chris, Rihanna and God; and God is the only one who knows the truth. Nonetheless, you have people choosing teams and whatnot; when did relationships become a sport. Who's on my team? Should we pick a side for all couples? And if that's the case how many teams are in this "league"? LOL, could you imagine the play-offs or the championship game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll use my friend’s love life (or lack there of) as an example; last week a dude that she hasen't spoken to in a minute (for reasons I don't care to go into right now) called her out the blue. Well, to be honest it wasn't entirely out of the blue; he'd recently taken to sending her little odd text messages on the sly. And since we're here what the hell is up with dudes falling off the face of the earth, only to return once you've said "I'm through with him" .... My bad! I went off for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, he calls her and she being the nice woman she am, she talk’s to him. The conversations goes through the normal, "why haven't we spoken in so long" nonsense, to the "what I want to do in the future" B.S. only to end with him asking her "when am [she] going to take [him] out" and the final question of the conversation was "when [she]was going to move out of my mom's house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the rats-ass!?.. Why would she take some random dude out on a date? And I say random because they don't talk enough for him to deserve to be taken out. I’m mean really, does she have “ASS” written on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell has chivalry gone and how do we get it back? And on top of that, did he miss the whole “we’re in a recession" speech that everyone, and their mama, is giving. I mean really, move out and what take him out on dates? I could see her now, paying rent on the first only to starve the rest of the month, because she’s taking his but out on a date (which if he had his way would probably end with her in an compromising position). I mean in the end, it would probably do wonders for any woman’s figure but I don't think it would do anything for her self-esteem or my image. I can hear the girls, clowin’ her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the conversation ended shortly thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, we all have aspirations’ of being on own but, personally speaking, I don’t think that now is the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I’ll admit, the moving out part of their conversation, through me a little; but the take him out on a date part just made me damn mad!! It seems as though, men (yeah I’m generalizing) have lost their “mutha-freaka” mind. Or is it that women have become soo… blasé about things that men have just forgotten how to be.. MEN! The way some of them behave is just outrageous. Don’t get met wrong, there are some great men out there and I’m not going to say “you know who you are” because honestly great men really don’t know how great they are because their modest about it. I’m still not choosing sides in the Chrihanna situation but I’m not gonna turn a blind eye to the fact that men today really don’t know how to treat ladies (I use the word loosely because a lot of women don’t know how to be ladies). Unfortunately, for a lot of men, I do; and in the words of Jhene “I won’t play that game”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, NO, she won’t be taking him out anytime soon, and she’ll leave her momma’s crib when she’s good and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you like dem’ apples!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-1135048194493121117?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/1135048194493121117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/chrianna-relationships-and-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1135048194493121117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/1135048194493121117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/chrianna-relationships-and-etc.html' title='Chrianna, Relationships and etc.,'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SaU1bNEmjqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3hG27NmcL9A/s72-c/Chris%26Rhi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789182781749595275.post-6232734060188940855</id><published>2009-02-18T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:11:05.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Working Hard or Hardly Working</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's that time again kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially hit my plateau. Not just because it's an hour (hour and a half but who's counting) before quitting time, but because I'm using this time to start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here (at work) since 6am this morning and I can't say that I got a lot done but I can say that I'm bored and I don't want to work (today) anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out the day, well enough; check and answered my email, responded to those worth responding too, and completed a couple of follow up items. Since then I've read about six other blogs, read some gossip sites and updated my Twitter space. Now if I could only find the urge to get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... can't find it, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just move on to other important things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789182781749595275-6232734060188940855?l=selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/feeds/6232734060188940855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-hard-or-hardly-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/6232734060188940855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789182781749595275/posts/default/6232734060188940855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selavieorisitjustme.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-hard-or-hardly-working.html' title='Working Hard or Hardly Working'/><author><name>Ily_NoEhMi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17062843575305475755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4dxRfHRwzY/SoK_n4auy1I/AAAAAAAAACw/o5niEALGZR4/S220/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
