tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521609351519397302024-03-12T22:35:51.468-07:00Gemini State of MindThe sign of Gemini is thought to be very adaptable and flexible, sometimes to the point of “being” two different personalities. Indeed.Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-65020143045718385742012-01-28T17:28:00.000-08:002012-01-29T10:06:22.787-08:00Why "Chance" it?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_rwgf0FdfNUYPTt571NT7SeWhZOcjkXLZzkkaxQc8KrXCWZ1N0o19er-Ten6sXDs6yypTHvT9OZr9ozndJkwuLTMBK9D0xYbrqPCTixIQAMCFXtP6QxFjQtY-i9UpUIZcaSWoRqzWYoT/s1600/Taking-a-Risk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_rwgf0FdfNUYPTt571NT7SeWhZOcjkXLZzkkaxQc8KrXCWZ1N0o19er-Ten6sXDs6yypTHvT9OZr9ozndJkwuLTMBK9D0xYbrqPCTixIQAMCFXtP6QxFjQtY-i9UpUIZcaSWoRqzWYoT/s400/Taking-a-Risk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702870769649957442" /></a><br /><span ><i><b>It seems in life we're all told about the right and wrong things to do. About the lessons we will learn, and should learn for the sake of our emotional growth, and healing purposes. We are taught the importance of forgiveness in ourselves and others that way we aren't outweighed with emotional baggage. We are told over and over that we should have faith in one another, love one another and to be kind to everyone. Though we don't always follow these instructions, they are the fundamentals of a healthy, emotionally stable life. But what about CHANCES? When has anyone ever specified when you should give someone a chance to prove themselves to you, and furthermore why should they have to prove themselves to you? Let's not get it confused, forgiveness and chances are not the same, you forgive someone without giving them another chance at loving you, your friendship, a job, or being in your life period. But the truth is we set the standards and restrictions on our lives to keep from getting hurt but could we be setting ourselves for failure regardless. We say things like: </b></i></span><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>· I won't date younger guys, they're too immature.</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>· I won't date anyone with kids</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>· I don't do long distance relationships </b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>· I won't give a guy a second chance if he cheats, regardless if kids are involved</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>the list goes on. I'm not ashamed to say it, I do it too. I know it's wrong, but it's one of those things where the right and wrong thing are the same because all we're trying to do is protect ourselves. (which can't REALLY be classified as WRONG)</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>I don't really have the answer, because I feel as though <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> I've given a guy or anyone a chance I've been hurt. So my friends. I leave you with these words, that say it better than I ever could:</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>"Why not go out on a limb, isn't that where the fruit us?" -Frank <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scully</span></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>"You'll always miss 100% of the shots you don't take." -Wayne Gretzky</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>"I believe in getting in hot water, it keeps you clean. " -G.K <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Chesteron</span></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>"Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape from a fire is guilty of suicide?" - Jean-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jaques</span> Rousseau</b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span ><i><b>"One cannot refuse to eat just because there is a chance of being choked" - Chinese Proverb</b></i></span></div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-87069297270717845092012-01-10T09:01:00.000-08:002012-01-10T13:02:34.330-08:00Wise Man, Wise Words (Dedicated to Michael Leslie)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnd7v0szm4J58YrgFpHx5W1GGvOWH83TXKGNvxT2R3tcRA7PAe5keGNC80H9eNGGUlgLRFPttQD2G38v8PR8ivGkUwne3uWHhLCKe16hVHDNqoG_Ke7acBUZW34UiZUoIa4aQbsWTM6JnS/s1600/helping-hand.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696107846904903506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnd7v0szm4J58YrgFpHx5W1GGvOWH83TXKGNvxT2R3tcRA7PAe5keGNC80H9eNGGUlgLRFPttQD2G38v8PR8ivGkUwne3uWHhLCKe16hVHDNqoG_Ke7acBUZW34UiZUoIa4aQbsWTM6JnS/s400/helping-hand.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Konichiwa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blogger's</span> and readers! So In my quest to learn more about myself and what I want out of life. I realized that I want more spiritual and meaningful connections and relationships, and less material possessions. I want to travel the world to meet new and exciting people, who's views and values differ from my own so that I could possible learn new things, but remain constant in my own beliefs. My only new years resolution to myself is to grow as an individual. Whether that means cutting old habits, or eliminating negative energy, or even being a better friend or individual towards the people I come into contact with on a daily basis. I think that if we should always find a way to remain humble within ourselves and thankful for all that we have (even if it doesn't seem like much), because there will always be someone out there with less......much less.<br /><br />One of the most amazingly humble and influential people I have ever had the pleasure to meet is my former supervisor at one of my previous jobs for a jewelery company. Besides the fact that he taught me everything I know about diamonds and precious gemstones (I dare a guy to try to propose to me with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shotty</span> diamond <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>), he was a friend in every sense of the word. He was older, but wiser in every sense of the word. I remember the times I would get so easily angered whenever I had miscommunication with one of my managers, he would always say, "There is no point in acting irrational as you will rarely get the result you want, nor the result you deserve." He was with the company right from the beginning, and was the reason they branched off into loose diamonds and made (I kid you not) MILLIONS of dollars. He, as well as everyone within the company knew that he should have been promoted, but was overlooked because the company didn't want to pay him any more money, and why would they when he never asked. I believed he was far to humble.</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><br />Needless to say they ended up "Letting him go" without much of a reason, and said it was due to "cutbacks" the company was making. How could a company who's revenue was based on the quality and value of the stones they sold, not see the value in such a hardworking, and dedicated employee? I remember the day they "let him go" like it was yesterday, they actually had someone escort him out of the building like he was some stranger, a threat to the company! The faces of everyone around us was nothing short of pure shock and disgust. I had never before witness corporate greed until that moment, and needless to say I was out of there within a month.<br /><br />This is not to be misconstrued as a sad story. He very quickly landed a very well paying position with another company and is quite happy and content. But from that day I felt empty. He was like a father to me. The father I never had. The father who taught me self worth, self esteem, poise, and self-control over my emotions. He knew I was a ball of fire, opinionated and eccentric. He told me I was like his little sister, and couldn't wait to see the man I ended up with because he would need to be extremely patient (which I certainly agreed with). He told me I could do anything I wanted to do in life, as long as I was willing to work hard for it. He proof read my essays for school, and gave me constructive criticism when necessary. He told me when I was being careless and irrational, and coached me on the games and intentions of men. Sometimes the things he would say would anger me, but I wouldn't be angry for long, because we don't always agree with the things our loved ones say. I believe that he changed me for the better and that I would be a completely different person had I had a father figure around for my lifetime instead of for a year and a half.<br />I won't lie, sometimes I forget the things he tried to instill in me and lose my temper. When that happens, I just remember the poem he once sent to me that remained a part of me to this day and which I share with anyone who will listen.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"If" By Rudyard Kipling<br /><br /></span><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">IF you can keep your head when all about you<br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />But make allowance for their doubting too;<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />Or being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:<br /><br />If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;<br />If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;<br />If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />And treat those two impostors just the same;<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:<br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breathe a word about your loss;<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'<br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,'<br />Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,<br />if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />If all men count with you, but none too much;<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!<br /><br /></span></em><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-53897002562047424322012-01-05T08:07:00.000-08:002012-01-05T09:39:22.775-08:00Southern Hospitality<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNM5oRW2qNm4Eym4UGhv3zv9U9GumO-3E9uRTCM7upyLw0PH39mcMHKsQegMLZcmWxJiRMS8eR95IWhAwOAw_7ZFIUX6QMXYDY4Lr7A_1q3lLU6GzFt_NVCyxaCNNHAGyhtsW8DdRWK35U/s1600/tumblr_kvzyhj4Bn61qa4w2fo1_r1_500.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694203565589843826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNM5oRW2qNm4Eym4UGhv3zv9U9GumO-3E9uRTCM7upyLw0PH39mcMHKsQegMLZcmWxJiRMS8eR95IWhAwOAw_7ZFIUX6QMXYDY4Lr7A_1q3lLU6GzFt_NVCyxaCNNHAGyhtsW8DdRWK35U/s400/tumblr_kvzyhj4Bn61qa4w2fo1_r1_500.png" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><strong><em>HAPPY NEW YEAR blog world! First off let me say that I hope everyone had the most amazing New Years eve celebration, whether you were with the one you loved most, or kicking it with your pillow, to my friends that counted down with Almighty Christ himself! We are all aiming towards bigger and better things for 2012 and no one can stop you but yourself.<br /><br />On that note, Ill let you know straight away that this is not a post about the many resolutions I've set for myself but will surely break before the next holiday sets in. Its about a slap of reality that hit me while I was on vacay in Atlanta, Georgia this past weekend. Are y'all ready for this rude awakening?<br /><br />CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD!!! Yes you heard me ladies, its very much alive an kicking, and truth be told I was sad to leave it behind. I can honestly say that I've been in my share of relationships that were "OK" and I always thought that if they were at least "nice" (meaning didn't cuss me out for no reason or weren't openly rude) then I may have found "a good man". Well I'm sorry to say brotha's but my standards have increased, so if you thought it was hard to get with me then, good luck now!<br /><br />What drives this increase in standards you ask? Well first of all, we all have this misconstrued vision of the states filled with the homeless everywhere, driveby's and rude workers. Nope, not in Atlanta (where I stayed anyway). Everyone was extremely nice, and not in a "oh she's a tourist" kind of way, more like, "oh look at these young folk doing their thing" kind of way.<br />I had the opportunity to spend time with a great guy who made me feel like GOLD. yes, GOLD! Precious as metals that men around the world kill for. From opening each and every door that was in my way, telling me I was beautiful every day and treating me with genuine respect. He catered to my emotional need for intimacy, but not in the way you're thinking. I never thought I could feel close to someone through conversation and good company. Usually theres some crazy passion that drives my emotions but this was different. I was comfortable, and that was because he went out of his way to make me feel comfortable, asking me what I wanted.<br /><br />Needless to say I indulged in every second of his presence while I could, because who knew when the next time would be that I would meet someone who made me feel special with kind words and simple gestures. Now I'm not saying guys everywhere else are wack and don't know how to treat women, I'm just speaking on my experiences. This experience was an awakening for me, on not just men, but my self worth. I deserve to feel special if I choose to give someone my time and shouldn't feel any way at all negative about it.<br /><br />So thank you R.D, if you get a chance to read this. I know we had our moments, but I wouldn't trade the memories for all the spinach pizza in the world! </em></strong></span>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-54580479494746481992012-01-05T07:20:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:54:28.303-08:00Religion vs Spirituality (my opinion)<span style="color:#ffffff;">Why is it that we always feel the need to challenge one another? Whether it is in the food we eat, or the way we dress, or the way we speak? We were all created individually yet this has never been celebrated, only criticized.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBNWhQB66kbGNfiMBhI8AfmKbRbU5xjoAqOBw1p-GK9CLiaIga60p0OlYSahOX15zBpf-uW-V5s0ztOdWV5ClOG6Gv-LeiktrOPTzMx8PSbyrM5olPIEENCa3e0IH3Er3FVd-Hg_8zmS7/s1600/godsway.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694175416018944674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBNWhQB66kbGNfiMBhI8AfmKbRbU5xjoAqOBw1p-GK9CLiaIga60p0OlYSahOX15zBpf-uW-V5s0ztOdWV5ClOG6Gv-LeiktrOPTzMx8PSbyrM5olPIEENCa3e0IH3Er3FVd-Hg_8zmS7/s320/godsway.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Take for example the way we choose to live our lives. Some choose to worship a God through religion, while others choose the more spiritual approach.<br />I find that for two sets of lifestyles which generally have the same ending, we are always battling against the other to say that our way of life is "the right way" or more fulfilling. I say both are man simply trying to impose his opinions on others (as always).<br /><br /><strong>Religion </strong>is a framework to a way of living life. It is a set of rules that guides its follower and owns its followers. Christianity, Hinduism, Islam, Sikhism, Judaism, Buddhism and Jainism are some of the well-known religions of the world. They take the form of traditions and customs, which decide the way we live our lives. In totality, religion is what sets our lives in a direction, and in a large way grooms us. <strong>Spirituality</strong> is not bound by any rules. It does not follow any religion and neither does it adhere to any set of principles. Spirituality is the art and science of self-realization. It's a practice of knowing each part of your body. Being spiritual means awakening the very spirit of being who you are.<br /><br /><strong>Both spirituality and religion aim to take an individual towards the ultimate goal of life.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I consider myself a new Christian to the religious world. I have always been raised with the foundation of God but have realized as I've gotten older that the bible had answers to a lot of the personal questions I had, and if it didn't it gave me something to believe in, therefore I choose to worship God. We all want something or someone to believe in. It means a lot to say that we are not alone in the world and that some presence out in the universe created us uniquely and individually out of sheer love, just like our parents. If we take a look around at everything that was created and how far we've come as mankind from the days where we wore nothing but cloth and lived in caves, its bazaar to think that all we have now is the result of evolution. But again, this is just my opinion.<br /><br />So I leave you with this:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />"What difference does it make if the Gospel is mostly a lie? It's an engrossing story and the words of its hero are excellent words to live by, even today." -Tom Robbins </span>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-30427572053679187812011-11-27T09:42:00.000-08:002011-11-27T09:56:28.965-08:00To Be Yourself or Not To Be...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaK_D7jyB5JuKTRp31-nR2mg3jMLc1yQslPH4_XAHUTcz0oekPigQKxMtn7NKs4MJKmQxTDjF3lEykusF3IVMFE3Kd8fY7tmOnvB91zpdz9iRt_wWm2cZlWgLMzDMSvQRxZaJvHYsCFDTb/s1600/let-me-be-me-85112561.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaK_D7jyB5JuKTRp31-nR2mg3jMLc1yQslPH4_XAHUTcz0oekPigQKxMtn7NKs4MJKmQxTDjF3lEykusF3IVMFE3Kd8fY7tmOnvB91zpdz9iRt_wWm2cZlWgLMzDMSvQRxZaJvHYsCFDTb/s400/let-me-be-me-85112561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679735229552499906" /></a><br />Lately I've been catching a lot of heat for the way I am. I speak my mind and don't really care who thinks what of it unless I'm actually offending you (which I rarely do). I'm very animated when I talk, meaning I'll get passionate about an issue that is being discussed rather quickly and because of it may come across as angry. This is false of course. I don't get upset over stupid trivial matters. <div>However I will get upset if you try to tell me something about myself, especially if I know it isn't true.</div><div><br /></div><div>We go through our whole lives with people feeding us this spiel about "being ourselves", but that's all bullshit. Society doesn't want you to be original, they want you to be just like everyone else to stay within their lines of social acceptance so you can grow up to have a mortgage that will take 80 years to pay and by the you'll be dead and have lost everything you've worked for. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hell I say, Fuck it! I'm gonna just be me, and realistically if you don't like it, there are 8 billion people in the world to be friends with, cause I sure as hell don't need someone who will criticize my eating, sleeping, working, or fucking habits. My years of being told what to do and how to act ended the day I moved out of my mother's house thank you very much!</div><div><br /></div><div>Smooches XOXO</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-71415144526982609762011-11-10T07:50:00.000-08:002011-11-10T08:54:28.729-08:00The Prettiest People.....Do the Ugliest Things.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMsOC-VElQPk1HS1__crXlopxX4IlD4f4pnCxLNzJFwk4WczbmNkHjV2oJgdkoiB1hjT5l7G_J-lU1tE9HKqy93gTiHVaAzDLtvs6r_ALugwAU0gXPuOYClepsV_wJ3X7H5xouNcOXFo2/s1600/ug.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673409911142968402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMsOC-VElQPk1HS1__crXlopxX4IlD4f4pnCxLNzJFwk4WczbmNkHjV2oJgdkoiB1hjT5l7G_J-lU1tE9HKqy93gTiHVaAzDLtvs6r_ALugwAU0gXPuOYClepsV_wJ3X7H5xouNcOXFo2/s400/ug.png" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#009900;">Ever notice how "beautiful" people act like they're shit doesn't stink, or like they don't bleed once a month like the rest of us. One day that beauty will fade, and all you'll be left with is the regret of how you made people feel.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I must say, I find it both fascinating and sad that certain people who deem themselves "blessed" with good looks, physique, etc have the most despicable persona's I have ever seen. I've been in the presence of people from all walks of life, from the homeless, the poor, the rich, the beautiful, the nerds, the bullies, the drug dealers etc. The one thing i noticed is what drives us all is LOVE.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I know what your thinking, geez give it a rest with the love bit already. Just think about it for a minute. The love of money is what drives the rich, the drug dealers, politics. The love of beauty and vanity drives the beautiful. The love of power drives bullies, the love of knowledge drives nerds, and while we may not see it, the love of life is what keeps those in conditions deemed unimaginable such as the poverty stricken....alive!.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">See love easily confuses us because it's always fluctuating between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need. Leaving us with a false sense of what love really is. We don't love ourselves enough because we don't look like "her", or we don't have what "he" has, leaving us with a greed so intense we would do anything.....anything...to full fill it. We would degrade ourselves, sell our beliefs and values, stepping on any and everyone to get to the top, ignoring that age old saying "what goes around comes around". Until we get so high up with the gas in our heads that we forget how to treat each other. waging personal wars against the very one's we should be working with....all for a little bit of Power.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Now don't get me wrong, I pray for the success of all those around me, and that my people that work hard will one day get to that point where they are happy with the life they've made for themselves. However if you're going to go through life treating people as though they owe you something because you're thinner than they are, or further in your career than they, its time to take a look into the mirror and get to know the beast that will be staring back. Simply put, we are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we sometimes have to rescue ourselves from our self.</span> </span></span></strong>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-43848433103370831132011-11-09T08:16:00.000-08:002011-11-09T08:43:45.403-08:00To kill....or not to kill.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKS5CqIo2dJ9cTuaJOTETNDz3afwzfIiJV8SRw-oUO3jl-uBsUIb3ouSTXhxfYTVQy6ebutyFN5HTyPdbR1FjtY8Fl_6hfOmz184GIqXDIaR0L6zoq0HijTg1bmuSFhynDfNkiYvXbMfav/s1600/hell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673037333451236402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKS5CqIo2dJ9cTuaJOTETNDz3afwzfIiJV8SRw-oUO3jl-uBsUIb3ouSTXhxfYTVQy6ebutyFN5HTyPdbR1FjtY8Fl_6hfOmz184GIqXDIaR0L6zoq0HijTg1bmuSFhynDfNkiYvXbMfav/s320/hell.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong>So I've been gone for a minute but I'm back with a thought that has been floating across my mind. Men have always measured masculinity by the size of their fists instead of the size of their hearts and this has obviously left us in a shitty position both politically and emotionally. Riot after riot in Europe, wasting money on war metals and none on the war against poverty, and the people like you and me are forced to turn our heads away because....there really isn't shit we can do about it. I mean I'm just one person, and you are just one person, so how do we defeat the government without becoming the enemy?<br /><br />Martin Luther King Jr once said "Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have chosen to guide missiles and misguide men".<br /><br />We've been campaigned against, and bamboozled into believing that force is the only way. That the only way to avoid poverty for our own country is to take everything that the other countries need so we're never without. Where has that left us, with bailouts taking everything our generation has worked for; homes, mortgages, pensions leaving us with nothing but the will that says go on. Forced to find away to feed ourselves, we turn to unemployment insurance and welfare only to find the very social program we've paid into our entire working life, has been designed to keep us so far down we may never find the strength to get up. How does one go from Managing a food distribution company to begging for food in the same decade? What choice do we have left, but to turn to the street to make money the easiest way we know how, drugs and prostitution. Fuck self respect, I'm trying to live and find my way out of hell, cause I'm surely living it.<br /><br />Do you really want to know what I'd say to Satan if I ever met this ruler of the underworld? I'd say, Congratulations, you won! God has tried for years to get man to work together for the greater good and has failed over and over, yet you have managed to unite them under the false pretense that war can bring peace.<br /><br />Kudos </strong></span>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-18687321796683977342011-01-24T05:46:00.000-08:002011-01-24T06:06:58.039-08:006 week Detox--->Think I can do it?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdX4WA1MEQTZ7xa_8SXqwgLbCzkp-KqADUG88IDCMb_kUO7fnVvBT3v31sbHvfOTQr2ndNK95FFrAY1xvwS5Llet7kJ299iIvyz_KuaaHCKAlHalHZ-JkFQbbdwqtERvmA91r_0Tel8_y/s1600/now.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565753489481565762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdX4WA1MEQTZ7xa_8SXqwgLbCzkp-KqADUG88IDCMb_kUO7fnVvBT3v31sbHvfOTQr2ndNK95FFrAY1xvwS5Llet7kJ299iIvyz_KuaaHCKAlHalHZ-JkFQbbdwqtERvmA91r_0Tel8_y/s320/now.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Now I know I've been away for awhile....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span> since summer but I'm back.<br />Ive decided to put myself through a 6 week detox from Mary Jane.</div><br /><div>Those of you who are familiar with me understand my addiction, and I say addiction now and not then because then I was not but now I am get it?</div><br /><div>Just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jivin</span>'! Truth is unlike those naive people in the world who believe they have control over every single detail in their lives..understand the truth. Sometime you do things and enjoy them so much that you continue to do them, thereby forming an addiction. I do not like anything or anything other than the lord almighty to have control of me, so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> kicking this habit.</div><br /><div>To all my smoker friends: I in now way judge you or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">posess</span> any negativity towards smoking weed, on the contrary, I believe it has allowed me to move on from other areas of my life (such as relationships,) where I was too blind to see, not that weed made me see, but it sure as hell made me care less about him and his drama. I just feel that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> in a stage in my life where I have a lot of big decisions to make and weed cannot be an influencing factor. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*This will not be easy, in fact it may be painful to watch or listen to if you have the pleasure of speaking with me on the phone.</div><br /><div>* I have no idea how <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> going to get through this.</div><br /><div>*This is not a joke, I'm seriously addicted.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As of right now it is 9am, and I have officially started my 6 weeks stint. I normally smoke a J in the morning, as a sign to all the subway takers that I do not feel the need to acknowledge them, however this morning sadly I noticed all 900 of them in their Canada goose and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">UGGs</span>. </div><br /><div>I'm not feeling mad or depressed yet, honestly I don't think reality has set in just about yet.<br />I guess the biggest challenge will be going home and hiding the rest of it until the six weeks is over.</div><br /><div>Catch <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">y'all</span> on the flip side....YA DIG!</div><br /><div></div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-19811079468409476572010-07-23T08:33:00.001-07:002010-07-23T09:01:35.620-07:00Xmen lesson #23..Shape shifting!......Shift your lives for the better!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgml6XwS582gZWkQbPDd56C9UukFlWyYTEV5t7oIwg6LTflxUN-PCPkAsvmveerSojZS-wYuHIEQswPivM_3wXu1gdLaBAoM_d4WexzGoFyLBNnc65Zdc43l2lhVAyp8N1lQtvPAq-zn7hh/s1600/creativity.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497132266834038626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgml6XwS582gZWkQbPDd56C9UukFlWyYTEV5t7oIwg6LTflxUN-PCPkAsvmveerSojZS-wYuHIEQswPivM_3wXu1gdLaBAoM_d4WexzGoFyLBNnc65Zdc43l2lhVAyp8N1lQtvPAq-zn7hh/s320/creativity.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Now I know you've all seen the movie, even the ones who don't enjoy movies (losers) have seen or at least had a friend tell you all the good parts. I personally love the Xmen trilogy for the simple fact that they have the most amazing powers of all the "super hero" movies I've seen, and it's spread out among the cast, so if your like me and get tired of watching a whole movies about one person (e.g Superman), you have a whole school of mutants, waiting to show you what you can do. Now the main man is of course "Charles Xavier" the co-founder of the school, and his goal was to teach the mutants to control their powers! Now we may not have powers, but we could learn a thing or two from his motives.<br /><br />Lesson #1. We've all heard of the secret, and it's not a joke! as you go back in time you'll find people have been trying to explain these laws of the universe to us in lamens terms, and most of us are just to stubborn to realize it. Examples of this would be, "what goes around comes around", "do unto others as you would have done unto you", I could find a zillion examples, but I'm sure you get the drift. It's honestly that simple, if you wake up pissed, and give everyone your pissed off attitude, you will only attract more piss (get it lol)!, The same goes for attracting other people's negative energy, if you hear someone complaining about something, and your sitting there agreeing with them, and even giving them more discouraging advice, guess who's gonna be the next one complaining".<br /><br />Lesson #2. Stop complaining, and start saying "THANK YOU". Whether you believe in God, or Allah, or don't believe in anything at all, you have to believe that someone or something is responsible for your being here on earth (not just your parents), and if that person, god or thing can make you, you better believe it can break you!<br /><br />Lesson #3. Visualize!, have you ever seen something so close you could touch it, even feel the joy of it, but your not even there yet. A good example of this would be putting in overtime at work, you know it's hard work , and it's tedious, but oh the joy you feel when you think of all the money you'll have to spend, that vacation you've been waiting for, or my personal favorite .....a new pair of shoes! You basically know it's yours before you even buy it, and the same should be applied to your life. Visualize that car, house, dog or cat, kids, and even husband and wife, and somehow it will come to you. Hell I don't even know how I made it this far on my own, but I know it's not the end, cause I can "VISUALIZE" more ahead of me!<br /><br />Lesson #4. When in doubt SHAPE SHIFT YOUR MENTALITY! The minute you feel yourself feeling down about something, you need to immediately change that thought, because it will attract more bad thoughts almost immediately. Have you ever been late for work, and your like awww not again, and then the metro stops, and your like what else can go wrong, then you get outside and it's raining?! Ummmm hmmmm, that's what I'm talking about, change your thoughts. If I'm running late, I say " Well at least I look good today" lol! Another tactic I have, is I make a "Shift list", this is a list of all the things that make me smile so hard, I know it will immediately transform my mood. Examples of things on my shift lists are, watching a commercial Pookie made on my camera (It's hilarious), or watch a comedy video. These things work! not everything will work for each mood, so if one thing on your list doesn't work, move on to the next.<br /><br />I'll leave you with these kind parting words:<br />1. The best things in life aren't things.<br />2.Most of the things we worry about, never happen<br />3. Work hard, and be nice to people<br />4. Be happy for this moment, for this is your life.<br />5. Trust yourself<br />6. Life isn't about finding yourself, It's about CREATING yourself!<br />7.No one is going to love you if you don't love yourself...period!<br />8. If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.<br />9. Remember that the end of one thing, can also be the start of something better!<br /><br />and last but not least.<br /><br />10. Tie your shoes, pack a lunch, and remember that we're all in this together!<br /><br /></span>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-15843655666740621702010-07-20T09:26:00.000-07:002010-07-20T10:22:40.595-07:00Runaway Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5SmmhFnv7CB3dUGXf8ZPBlCHaBqlkTDHdmg44LjvXreTAYOOvyrsI3jhB962LoTEH2VM6Aex1WdLIBpx7apaYUABPjgR8h-pV66IlwEaXdqG8zdHzFGYqYzR2uHCKDr_7vZGQIuyzqDF/s1600/GEMINI.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496032211161251186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5SmmhFnv7CB3dUGXf8ZPBlCHaBqlkTDHdmg44LjvXreTAYOOvyrsI3jhB962LoTEH2VM6Aex1WdLIBpx7apaYUABPjgR8h-pV66IlwEaXdqG8zdHzFGYqYzR2uHCKDr_7vZGQIuyzqDF/s320/GEMINI.jpg" /></em></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em><br /></em></strong></span><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Have you ever felt like going ...no running (as fast as you can), to a place no one can find you? Free from all the judgmental people in the world constantly evaluating your progress vs their own. Somewhere where you can be the real person you want to be. Let's be honest, even the realest of us all, sometimes have to fake it. You can't just walk through life screaming "Fuck you" to every person who has ever made you feel bad about yourself or gives off a negative vibe. I feel that everyone should adopt the personality of Gemini's. Yea yea, everyone says we're two faced, but have you ever met a Gemini that has tried to deny the fact that they do have two personalities. </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>I love my personalities! I haven't named both of them, but if I had to one would be Chanelle (My actual name,) and the other would be Leah (My middle name). Chanelle is the one that is wreck less and rebellious, super social butterfly, changes her mind more often than not, and is constantly searching for excitement. Leah is the stable, responsible side, ambitious, and eager for love and a family. How on earth I balance the two I'll never know. </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>For example Chanelle has (at least 3 times), ran away from home, and even fled the country, eager to leave and experience something new, meet new people, (why she believed you could just pick up and move to a new country with no planning I'll never know). It wasn't disastrous per say, I loved the journey, but I'm right back where I started so I guess that mission failed. Every so often Leah will come with her level handedness when a guy of interest pops up, then here comes Chanelle looking for ways to interfere. There is no reasoning with Chanelle whatsoever, when she's pissed, she is PISSED, and can hold a grudge for days,. Leah will often in situations like this, try to apologize if necessary, but Chanelle is so convincing!</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Leah is so compassionate and caring, loves all kids, and is so desperate to find a way to change the world, even if it's only by helping one child, or one person. I'll never forget the time she had a conversation with a homeless man at 3am waiting for the night bus after an evening with friends. (Let us disregard the fact that she was completely wasted, and no, she was not interested in sleeping with the homeless man) he simply seemed like he needed someone to talk to. Another time she listened to another stranger who found her attractive, while she clearly stated she had no interest in this man, he asked her if he could just get something off of his chest. This man talked about how he believed the devil was out to get him, and how he was on his way to his stripper girlfriends house, and the reason he was taking the metro was because he had crashed his car the week before and almost killed his stripper girlfriend ramming into a wall near the lachine canal. He admitted he was drunk and driving with his sunglasses on, but the devil kept telling him to go faster. By the time he was done with his story, the man was crying. (If this were Chanelle listening she would have told him get to steppin!), But Leah told him, this was a test from god, and now that he must use his feet as his sole means of transportation, he may as well follow in God's footsteps when he is need of direction. There is no GPS to heaven.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Needless to say the man gave her his number and Leah promised to call, but Chanelle never did. I find i interesting to see the battle between these two, and I strongly believe Leah will be the one to come out on top. I love Chanelle for her spontaneity and exciting nature, so open-minded, and fearless, with a walk that could make a mime scream!, and Leah for her level headed personality, common sense, and drive that has kept them both alive. While I struggle trying to balance the two, I can't help but wonder if it's possible that neither can truly live while the other survives.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div></div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-38091695862134550202010-07-19T07:09:00.000-07:002010-07-19T07:49:48.119-07:00The "L" word<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXpcNHJ_2Ma5VRS_3_Va4DqTc5MYGag10czqZ8TxFR0etQjyKafwGSjsCtgxNiRw71jGgz_2gdQW9WqtGIYC48xKsLPgkuxf0xjxPuU2qZawlsjsJms4np2rwM8uBoHVxNDKBFRno6pw6i/s1600/love2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495629085078927138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXpcNHJ_2Ma5VRS_3_Va4DqTc5MYGag10czqZ8TxFR0etQjyKafwGSjsCtgxNiRw71jGgz_2gdQW9WqtGIYC48xKsLPgkuxf0xjxPuU2qZawlsjsJms4np2rwM8uBoHVxNDKBFRno6pw6i/s200/love2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><em>As a child, the faintest memory I have is of my father telling me he loved me. He was never around due to "unforeseen circumstances" but he always managed to find a way to let me know. My mother on the other hand was the opposite, her love was proven in her actions, providing for us , and I guess being the mother and father, so in her mind she didn't have to say it, because we should have already known how she felt. This being said, I have always associated the word love with happiness and unconditional joy. This beautiful meaning soon went out the window.<br /><br /><br /></em></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYuNtwDcHOqqtq63YesECXBL7Rm0JTLN9_tNOjFvGGEiUfHqXb4oDQNraptgWMQdQuyYs1zpnh6EtX_yl2_Ssu72Xl6_FZIQ4c-AmrmBqbbr9Sos6U9lyzFTS4T4ePD4cnsiy3trIMzG0o/s1600/love.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><em><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495625474038016274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYuNtwDcHOqqtq63YesECXBL7Rm0JTLN9_tNOjFvGGEiUfHqXb4oDQNraptgWMQdQuyYs1zpnh6EtX_yl2_Ssu72Xl6_FZIQ4c-AmrmBqbbr9Sos6U9lyzFTS4T4ePD4cnsiy3trIMzG0o/s320/love.jpg" /></em></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><em><br />When I began high school and had my first boyfriend, (which lasted nothing short of a week), he was telling me he loved me before he sealed the deal, then pretty much every other boyfriend throughout high school said the same thing. In my mind, how can you love someone you don't even know. I mean, yes it is possible to love "things" about people, but does this really give you the right to use the "L" word. Funny person I am, I never said it back, I couldn't care less if they screwed up their faces or hung up on me, No way was I going to just throw the word around.<br /><br />The first time I said I love you, something told me I made a huge mistake. Not that I didn't love the guy, he ended up being my first and all that jazz, but It felt like I was saying it because I had to, we were together over a year, and did the deed, so why not seal the deal with the word right? wrong!<br />When it came time to prove it (difficult times), I pretty much just up and walked. I was like nope, I don't have to deal with this, let's just be friends.<br /><br />This was my first lesson!, You can NEVER be "just friends" with someone you really love in that way. I learned that in my last relationship. I actually believe that I did love this guy. We lived together, both made mistakes, and time and time both forgave each other, by the time we decided to do right by each other, we were exhausted, and just didn't want to anymore. We said be friends, but you feel a certain, obligation after having slept with someone....am I right? I mean it's so easy to have sex one more time....for the last time. You both start to see other people, and our jealous, but for what, you don't want each other anymore.! and this alone starts up another huge fuss, and in the end I personally feel it isn't worth it.<br /><br />The "L" word complicates things, and I'll be damned If I add more complications to my life. When I Love, I love hard and strong. Faithfully and unconditionally, and I expect no less. How can you say you love someone, but can't express emotion and affection. I'm talking PDA, hugs and kisses, and not acting hard in front of your boys, or your family. Love is patient, when she's having a rough day, and kind when it's that time of the patient. Unselfish, what's yours is hers, but not blind, to see when your getting played.<br /><br />Love and Let Love my brotha's, I have faith in you all!<br /><br />"You can't tell a woman you love her are you stupid? Words don't express your love you gotta prove it"-Papoose</em></span> </div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-76522424615392079192010-07-16T05:17:00.000-07:002010-07-16T09:14:32.499-07:00Friendship is Blind.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoxOajDKJCaQtbVp1Y0f2HHadtHEpdG9N2brbCvKhmMNuMT9AEHnW6K02W-9p2OalQVttWM0ebar82EB0QZPbmTJMWyLNU6kcsU1eLQ_RwY8mLheskVk3kPmM5v5imZ0R0i03k3dZAAg9/s1600/friend.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494484882978420418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoxOajDKJCaQtbVp1Y0f2HHadtHEpdG9N2brbCvKhmMNuMT9AEHnW6K02W-9p2OalQVttWM0ebar82EB0QZPbmTJMWyLNU6kcsU1eLQ_RwY8mLheskVk3kPmM5v5imZ0R0i03k3dZAAg9/s320/friend.bmp" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>This is one for my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sista's</span>!<br /><br />Ladies oh ladies, why oh why must we obsess over men the minute they express interest in getting to know us. We talk about them constantly with our friends trying to find extra ways to woo these men, when the truth is if they weren't interested they wouldn't be here in the first place. Now seeing as it's summer time, you can barely walk down the street without seeing a couple smooching and holding hands, which obviously makes you yearn for "affection" as well. This is where we start to become delusional believing that "Any attention", is better than "No attention". This is due to the fact that<br />“A pleasant illusion is better than a harsh reality”. We would much rather believe that someone is madly in love with us, than actually open our eyes, and see that the same man is madly in love with every other female within a 50 mile radius. I know it sounds like I'm just another bitter black female but it frustrates me to see my friends and family constantly settle because they feel like they have to have someone to like. No one wants to be the SINGLE FRIEND.<br /><br />I was like this at one point. Hell I still yearn every now and then, but when I take a look around at my options, I realize I'd rather wait than try to encourage the Ego's of these toddler's in adult bodies.<br />I would ask my friends opinion's on why they believe I'm still single and I got the typical answers "they're intimidated by you" or "just let it come to you". <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">BAM</span>! This is the problem ladies. Our friends sit our asses down and tell us what we want to hear! (Ever seen "He's just not that into you"?) Our friends have an influence over us that is sometimes blinding! If your friend goes to the gym, you want to go too!, If she gets a man, you want one too so you can double date.<br />I believe that a friend should be like a relative you've chosen for yourself, therefore the same way A family member will tell you how they feel regardless of how YOU feel, it should be that way with friends.<br /><br />I pride myself on being the type of friend, who will lay it on you straight. If i think a guy is dogging you, I'll say it, and if you don't like it, go and cry about it to another friend, but my opinion is just that, my opinion! You can listen or leave it, but at the end of the day I just want what's best for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">people</span> around me. Men will come and go, and If I fall in love with a man, who cannot accept my friends...guess what?, PEACE <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">HOMIE</span>! Because in My friends I find myself, and the worst thing you can do in a relationship is lose yourself.<br /><br />So to all my Summer Single Ladies, Instead of finding ways to attract a man, attract positivity and friendship, for the journey to love may be a long one, but no road is long when you have good company. </em></span>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-1976148954794894032010-07-07T07:29:00.000-07:002010-07-07T08:56:23.098-07:00Melting like the inside of a grilled cheese sandwhich!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBWcSFtUW1pgSvbvzwP2KFBDJNbtIntdeqBvYzNVFQ8X9LvblScS3JZArsaMiaVQ3XxaPLneK_negOg8aBMj0ddpL2FC_A2fQi4KuFDtKgbxNeoZy4oZKBXQQZstRlA5ST04PiECM3kjB/s1600/kids.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491189138115997202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBWcSFtUW1pgSvbvzwP2KFBDJNbtIntdeqBvYzNVFQ8X9LvblScS3JZArsaMiaVQ3XxaPLneK_negOg8aBMj0ddpL2FC_A2fQi4KuFDtKgbxNeoZy4oZKBXQQZstRlA5ST04PiECM3kjB/s200/kids.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So, It's hot ass hell in Empty-L today, and there's not a damn thing we can do about it, but hide in the mall, cause most of us regualr folk lack airconditiong!, (It doesn't count as yours if you still live at home...nice try bruh!). So my girl and I came up with a wicked Idea for her 21st b day. SpliffOlympics daaaawwggggggg! (Tommy from Martin voice)!. What better way to test your athletic ability, than when your body is completely intoxicated, and it's so hot out you have to save your saliva for later! Yes yes, this is a rambling blog day for me. I have so many random things on my mind,...Like why is Cedric Diggory trending on twitter? Why are there photos of Philly Children playing with fire hydrants (Hazard no)?</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">In fact let's compose a list..shall we.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Things peopele should NOT be doing on a hot ass day like today!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">1. Old people stay home, you fainting in the streets is causing traffic delays.</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">2. Calling in sick to work if you don't have an AC in your house, I'd rather be sick wit AC, than heat strucken at home.</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">3. If I see one person with socks on I will flip</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">4. Bringing your child on public transportation with your big ass truck of a stroller is unecesssary, there isn't enough air for you to be guzzling up space like that.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">5. I get the fact that it's hot ladies, but it's Wednesday not Friday, bikini as outerwear in public places other than a beach/old port, or any place with an allotted tanning space, is weird, There are children around.!</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-79817058053571740592010-06-23T07:38:00.000-07:002010-06-23T08:04:30.945-07:00Oh My Osh Kosh B'Gosh......They're Baaaackkkkk!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZg54Patv-OQMgSas1WsZLXkson4os-g36BtTKo4lH7xjYnQi6DjOMxPegTJ2g0DnVfG0r2lhtxD3uniKjqY0JY3AH1trR7LsRzfofyiFgXe8WQbUs5UEj7Nz4TaVcYGl17NvBZt5Uub8b/s1600/winona_ryder.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485982608794140258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZg54Patv-OQMgSas1WsZLXkson4os-g36BtTKo4lH7xjYnQi6DjOMxPegTJ2g0DnVfG0r2lhtxD3uniKjqY0JY3AH1trR7LsRzfofyiFgXe8WQbUs5UEj7Nz4TaVcYGl17NvBZt5Uub8b/s200/winona_ryder.jpg" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Chika Chika Yeaaa....As the beloved Mclovin' so graciously put it! They're back y'all and with a VENGEANCE<br /><br />First of all, if you had to remember one thing about being a kid, it was Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls! They had them in every color, size, some with prints and some with zips. You saw everyone from your momma and neighbours, right up to the freshest celebrities of the decade. Cough* Cough* (Aaliyah....Will Smith)?!<br /><br />Some people (The Shriveled and uncool) might argue that they were unflattering because they just hung straight down, or they were to baggy. Those folks just don't know style, there were so many ways to wear them. You could have 1 strap hanging, or you could have the front flap hangin', Twist the straps (like Winona Ryder in the picture above),raise a pant leg or Criss Cross!<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlT4e-vIyrFWNa0QWEitGFBkGU_yys_vYiYDP6V1jr41j9EJrR-cvHFoA1g4DmD-nYEwhzfuAkE4Zv8d4qV5B9FCPB7ym7BXTxIUaIZ-NOLUZAoTyek48lCJj1nY7DIoINNMRtPnRQmDu/s1600/onestrap.jpg"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485980922773267986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlT4e-vIyrFWNa0QWEitGFBkGU_yys_vYiYDP6V1jr41j9EJrR-cvHFoA1g4DmD-nYEwhzfuAkE4Zv8d4qV5B9FCPB7ym7BXTxIUaIZ-NOLUZAoTyek48lCJj1nY7DIoINNMRtPnRQmDu/s400/onestrap.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><br /></strong></span><div><div><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>There was really no verifiable explanation for engaging in this half-fastened overall behavior as it served no functional purpose. If anything, it was pretty inconvenient to have a strap with an attached eye-piercing piece of metal swinging around your person all day.<br />Or if you were into a little more pseudo-rebellion, the double unhooked look was also quite the rage.<br /><br />You may ask yourself why you'd choose to wear overalls if you didn't plan on utilizing their basic functionality, and you would most certainly be right to question this blatant idiocy. In fact, it would be much more convenient to simply don some sportswear separates, but these 90s kids just weren't having it. No, we'd throw on a belt to hold those babies up. No shame in that. Okay, a little shame. Alright, alright, loads of shame. I'll never forget my 6Th grade school picture, I was wearing my favorite navy blue flared overalls (Yes, I know I was a hip child), Platform shoes and everything! Anyway, since we were the oldest class, we had to take our pictures last, and during lunch I spilled some kind of sauce SPLAT! in the middle of my overalls! I was pissed, some even suggested I remover the straps and flap for the picture, but I'd be damned if I wasn't taking my picture in those overalls. Anyway the pictures came out horrible and i ended up actually lighting the pictures on fire and shooting them in the garbage, but the point is...I wore my overalls, and I'd do it again Dammit!<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio18pG5BH0OW7YK8F1a1SCnD6r_-QmXbQxfwRRg9noyU0e3hOX0SymK2beCYw0tY_PQHZPgFc8ElV39GTKoiZLR-DqAZb19zRVSsuetJWyHZS99-58De4H8rqAYHgeKjWmJPW8NEJO9RNu/s1600/widget_crOig1JrLj8jaXDjkzzEdS.jpg"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485979899614705874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio18pG5BH0OW7YK8F1a1SCnD6r_-QmXbQxfwRRg9noyU0e3hOX0SymK2beCYw0tY_PQHZPgFc8ElV39GTKoiZLR-DqAZb19zRVSsuetJWyHZS99-58De4H8rqAYHgeKjWmJPW8NEJO9RNu/s400/widget_crOig1JrLj8jaXDjkzzEdS.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><br />But it's back baby and the made them sexier!, Ooh there WILL be brotha's staring ladies. Not only are they more modern looking, they are now formfitting, with different cuts. I'm talking bott cut, skinny's, shorts, skirts, You could probably even make a pair if you really wanted to. So if you didn't know...NOW YOU DO, so take your shot at being a part of the past today!<br /><br />☮ </strong></span></div></div></div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-74028249846763531192010-06-22T06:40:00.000-07:002010-06-22T07:29:04.683-07:00◄◄"Rewind"►►!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdnmxeM95YJr-x6AiMXWNT3PLIx4PMwzXzxhuLbxZtQvv0pQPlM5QXknx_KY_Zi_Esc8tH_GcVfGBJJUaVEEL9_5JMCtPb0dVNhXvZJ5klBdfXszNLNkgRzJqDYwa6eTt_UnyEvR6eNG5/s1600/tape.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485601372874345522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdnmxeM95YJr-x6AiMXWNT3PLIx4PMwzXzxhuLbxZtQvv0pQPlM5QXknx_KY_Zi_Esc8tH_GcVfGBJJUaVEEL9_5JMCtPb0dVNhXvZJ5klBdfXszNLNkgRzJqDYwa6eTt_UnyEvR6eNG5/s400/tape.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHaJ116AsoglNFqrGCB1DpfzaSgfVb8URPDtoN-HsilyZYwgyaCJf5-1SA4K4yZSFB4DNeeOPa4IKxvoWYkYDxsJyrJmsfVUWXp2hosPeHSNdcCgeXe-pGHKpC5KRgeJ-aPCYa3ycinV4/s1600/mixtapes.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485601365487982322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHaJ116AsoglNFqrGCB1DpfzaSgfVb8URPDtoN-HsilyZYwgyaCJf5-1SA4K4yZSFB4DNeeOPa4IKxvoWYkYDxsJyrJmsfVUWXp2hosPeHSNdcCgeXe-pGHKpC5KRgeJ-aPCYa3ycinV4/s400/mixtapes.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;">As My Brother Nutty, My sister and I sat watching Eddie Murphy "Raw", and rolling in grass, we realized we missed Cassettes.<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong, I (Unfortunately ) Agree that my Ipod is the center of my very existence, No rewinding, no cases, etc...but It's so easy! Oh sure you had to flip a side to hear the next side, and the writing would always chip away so you had no clue which number each song was. If the tape got caught in the deck the film would run out and you would have to (with careful precision) wind it back in.OOOh and who remembers the little labels blank tapes came with so you could name your mixes, some even let you write out each track on a blank page....SIGH!<br /><br />I remember every New Years Eve, (we were too young to go out), My sister and I would turn the radio on for the commercial free dance party and just tape every song from 100 Down to 1!, granted we needed about 5 or 6 cassettes.<br /><br />what about making your own mixes! You just pop a cd into the disc player and tape which individual songs you wanted, in a couple of hours you would have your own genuine mixtape! I used to love making compilations, sat there with headphones on with one finger hovering over the pause button. Using drag and drop to make CDs just isn't the same. Its so clinical and unorganic.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAhXU4HTxAU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAhXU4HTxAU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Say what you will about digital recording, you haven't really proved your love for a good tune until you've spent hours re-spooling a cassette that was eaten by your tape player.<br /><br />In case you were wondering where they still use cassette tapes, the answer is in prison!CDs are normally banned, since they could be used as weapons or tools to self-harm when shattered.<br /><br /><br />Peace!</span>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152160935151939730.post-11617051094269171732010-06-21T13:30:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:50:43.007-07:00Tribute to the "Original" old school!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr7xHGjj7fS7UlaY_Tt73Fm5tEI6lrAyjxkLgUVw3HDGOZ_VTW-mPyF9-YTJbAFnNiOtFwrDAjlaYkugXjAHMl9wkeRLoMlryXoJ37TVYAXo3pdgKNYRoyYLEAXn6mUPVAFuEMu7GK2mGN/s1600/90s.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485331610879368770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr7xHGjj7fS7UlaY_Tt73Fm5tEI6lrAyjxkLgUVw3HDGOZ_VTW-mPyF9-YTJbAFnNiOtFwrDAjlaYkugXjAHMl9wkeRLoMlryXoJ37TVYAXo3pdgKNYRoyYLEAXn6mUPVAFuEMu7GK2mGN/s400/90s.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">No, I'm not talking about when you hear our generation refer to groups such as N*sync and Spice girls as old school. I'm taking it way back, to timberlands and jean overalls, When a fine sista could walk the streets in a bandana, baggy jeans and a cut off tee, and her steelo was still tighter than the slimmy with the strapless black dress and stillettos. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Here yee here yee, to ALL my people out there (black, white, hispanic, or asian), who miss the original vibe that music was meant to provide. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">I feel sad to announce my feelings towards this new generation of music. Are they even singing. They tried to claim "Autotune" as a new musical development when the gold dread lock stripper lover (T-pain) showed his face, but if you know anything about music, you know that it sounds mighty familiar to R&B sexy sensation "Keith Sweat". Yum! Even our one hit wonder's were slightly more successful, (Mc. Hammer), no newbies, I'm afraid you CAN'T touch this one. If it were possible I would tell you all to create your own genre and place yourself ever so gently into it!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Now don't get it twisted, Your girl right here loves music! I was raised off of all music and love every genre out there! Boy do yall remember those Saturday mornings when Momma would clean up the house, and play the most banginest albums!, Yes I'm talking Mary J blige, Monica, SWV, Envogue, Seal, Maxi Priest and my girl Lauryn Hill....! I could go on all day. That is exactly what I intend to do, If we can't be a part of our favorite old school artists lives, we will certainly pay tribute with this blog. Every day, I'll try to present you with one of the freshest musicians from back in the day, a few lyrical quotes, photos, and videos. Memories are what keep the past alive.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">Chanelle</span></div>Chanellebeautiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040842812031763561noreply@blogger.com0