tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58472150484883029692024-03-12T20:10:35.420-07:00My 2 centsMy 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-924693028668294572008-03-11T08:43:00.000-07:002008-03-11T09:46:22.570-07:00Another MEME! Least Likely..Please bear with me good people of Blogsville, in all reality work and the side hustle has been kicking my ass, so I just swing by my girl Uzo and just tap whatever she has popping, here is a new meme, and I promise I will hit y'all up with wat's really hood with me real soon....<br /><br /><br /><strong>Hairdo I'm least likely to rock</strong>: I don't like to experiment with colors and I am particular about weaves, I have a weave on now and as much as I love to keep my natural healthy and tight, I will do anything that will make me look natural like I have my own hair on. No lil kim jump offs here.<br /><br /><strong>Habit I'm least likely to kick</strong>: Laughing mischievously, I am a happy go lucky, crazy jokester, nothing is too crazy for me, as long as the person on the other line is laughing too, it's a wrap for me.<br /><br /><strong>Car I'm least likely to drive</strong>: Any van of any kind, I don't care how many kids I end up having, I will never drive a VAN. Being a soccer mom is all good but that whole look just spells, I have no life! I just breed rug rats and pick up after a slob of a husband.<br /><br /><strong>Fashion trend I'm least likely to try</strong>: I am a fashion whore and will experiment but as a professional stylist, I am most likely to hook it up and be fabulous at the end of the day.<br /><br /><strong>Hobby I'm least likely to take up</strong>: Honestly I don't even have any hobbies, If I haven't picked it up right now in my life then I just don't indulge in it. Hobbies are for old people, really if you sit at home all day and do stuff (hobbies) you might need a little more spice in your life.<br /><br /><strong>TV show I'm least likely to appear on:</strong> Reality shows irk me, but I will never, ever appear on Flavor of love. if there is anything in the world after slavery that has brought women down, it's this show. Flav is a toad, he looks like a black iguana ( God forgive me because you created him) but damn! dude is ugly.. I know you should never say never but if offered $10 million to be on this show, I won't even be polite when rejecting this offer. I'll be throwing things around in the process, it's ridiculous what women would get up to for money and fame. what about integrity, what about posterity? what are you going to tell your daughter when she has questions about life? " Well shequila, I slept with an iguana to get to the top, I did it for you baby" Yea, I'm sure you did...psssssssstttt (long hiss) moving right along.....<br /><br /><strong>Popular food I'm least likely to try</strong>: Sushi, yeah I said, I'm not that bourgeios, I'm not adventurous with food, I have a very weak stomach. I get real sick easily, so in my travels, except when I'm travelling with or going to see my moms, I pack my own food.<br /><br /><strong>Disorder I'm least likely to develop</strong>: I can't even even imagine myself with any disorder lol..I know I'll laugh at anyone with a disorder so I don't even know the answer to this one LMAO....<br /><br /><strong>Of all the people I know, I am the least likely to</strong>: to be asked to accompany anyone to a party or an event, I have been called anti-social. I am not a very outgoing person. I'm a complete couch potato. I'll rather stay home and catch a comedy or a good movie. I am also the least likely to be told anything funny about anyone cause I'll laugh for days. My high school class mates still call me stupid till date, things they told me over 10 yrs now is still a joke on them lol...<br /><br /><strong>As far as future ambition goes, I'm least likely to</strong>: Politics and nursing...Don't do blood or pick up after anyone. I also don't like to be done 'durty" or do anyone 'durty'...My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-30144643418713851172008-02-21T13:26:00.000-08:002008-02-21T13:44:03.592-08:00MEMESo with lack of time for blogging, here's a meme I stole from Uzo's blog,<br /><br />1. Honestly, are you in love right now? YES!!!<br /><br />2. Honestly, what color is your underwear? black lacy G-String<br /><br />3. Honestly, what's on your mind right now? Linanycouture launch and my trip to naija.<br /><br />4. Honestly, what are you doing right now?Answering this question, trying to get the hell outta here for my nail appointment.<br /><br />5. Honestly, what did you do today? Was on a conference call with India for two hours, lost my cool atleast twice, cos it just dragged for ever, I was like are you guys on crack?, it's a risk report, it's not that serious!<br /><br />6. Honestly, do you think you are attractive? Conceited as I wanna be, I'll go with a heck yeah!!<br /><br />7. Honestly, have you done something bad today? Cursed out my colleague, he's a damn fool, but it's all love. Cracked and laughed at an older gentleman for having a panic attack, God forgive me.<br /><br />8. Honestly, do you watch Disney channel? Well Nickolodeon over here, hooked on spongebob.<br /><br />10. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time? Life, living, loving, laughing.<br /><br />11. Honestly, do you bite your nails? Can't! Pay annie too much money for these manicures, can;t have that..<br /><br />12. Honestly, what is your mood right now? Exhausted, need to hop on the train in a half hour and I dread it.<br /><br />13. Honestly, who do you want to see at this very moment?* My son..<br /><br />14. Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret? Actually No, it's not that kind of party.<br /><br />15. Honestly, do you hate someone right now? Hell No, why would I do that to myself.<br /><br />16. Honestly, who/what do you want to hug right now? My son, I miss him so much...<br /><br />17. Honestly, do your wrists hurt? I do not have arthritis so no..<br /><br />18. Honestly, are you in denial? Should I be..<br /><br />19. Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now No thank you..<br /><br />20. Honestly, is it easier to talk on Blogger than in person? Not really..<br /><br />21. Honestly, does anyone like you?* Hell Yeah..<br /><br />22. Honestly, is it going anywhere with them?*it better be.<br /><br />24. Honestly, did you answer all these questions honestly?Yes sir!!My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-56321016662899435342008-01-23T06:21:00.000-08:002008-01-23T08:42:41.980-08:00New Beginnings 2008!!<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/R5dsgYpg1zI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oLOP3TuJXbs/s1600-h/Gary2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158711201804375858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/R5dsgYpg1zI/AAAAAAAAAmM/oLOP3TuJXbs/s320/Gary2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Wat's up y'all..</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Like wat's really good!...</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Happy, Happy, New year.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>I'm embarassed to say, that I forgot my login information. That is why I haven't updated my blog in so long and when I find it, I realise how long it's been. I'm like are you serious?</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>That is the reason, y'all haven't heard from me, pele dears. And no one should front too, it's not like it's been jumping in blogsville anyways. People let's get it together, let's do this in 08..</strong></div><br /><div><strong>So how is everyone doing ?, How was your holiday? by that I mean those of you that has been participating in blogville.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>I've been well, percolating and anticipating all the good things that life has to offer me in 2008.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>I was richly blessed in the year 2007, but I know the goodies in 2008 will wow me!</strong></div><br /><div><strong>But in all, big things are popping and little things will step in this new year. No foolishness of any </strong><strong>kind, no ignorance or sheisty individuals. I'm done with fakers and haters. </strong></div><br /><div><strong>Just gonna get my grown woman on. </strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>So onto the big things going on this new year, have you checked out : </strong><a href="http://www.linanycouture.com/"><strong>http://www.linanycouture.com/</strong></a><strong> recently, I tell you we had the most fabulous photoshoot ever, check out all hot guys and georgous Amber, well dressed, all cropped and ish, looking hella sexy. </strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>I'm just saying, I get a lot of satisfaction from what I do, I put all my all in it. I intend to get this company out there where it should be.</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong> Somebody tell Mariah Carey to give me a call, tell that girl she has the body of a Goddess and I can style/dress her like one. A chick with her kind of money and body, pushing 40 deserves someone on her side, setting her on a pedestal. </strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Why is she always dressed like some confused teenager or always walking around half naked, I don't get women at times, take my girl Halle, just cos of her a lot of heifers are trying to get pregnant. Even the so- called menopausal ones. Chick has this game locked down. She put class back on the map in Hollywood, flawless. With the likes of Britany Spears and Paris Hilton, I gave up a while back.</strong></div><div><strong>But just holla at your girl, let me know's good or hood or whichever way you roll.</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>Peace out and I will be blogging a lot more often. Trust me..</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>One..</strong></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-87893274075981018082007-11-20T10:13:00.000-08:002007-11-20T10:28:03.692-08:00What are you thankful for?<strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">I am thankful for my life.<br />I am thankful for my health<br />I am thankful for my son<br />I am thankful for my job<br />I am thankful for my business<br />I am thankful for my home<br />I am thankful for my family<br />I am thankful for the turbulence<br />I am thankful for my friends<br />I am thankful for my church<br />I am thankful for my debts<br />I am thankful for my shame<br />I am thankful for the pain<br />I am thankful for the tears<br />I am thankful for the laughter<br />I am thankful for "him"<br />I am thankful for the grace<br />I am thankful for assurances<br />I am thankful for disappointments<br />I am thankful for supernatural favor<br />I am thankful for letdowns<br />I am thankful for the hurt<br />I am thankful for achievements<br />I am thankful for dreams<br />I am thankful for aspirations<br />I am thankful for wisdom<br />I am thankful for Knowledge<br />I am thankful for patience<br />I am thankful for heartaches<br />I am thankful for the prayers<br />I am thankful for haters<br />I am thankful for snitches<br />I am thankful for Moochers<br />I am thankful for gossips<br />I am thankful for love<br />I am thankful for lust<br />I am thankful for Ex friends<br />I am thankful for crushes<br />I am thankful for hotties<br />I am thankful for so much that you don't know, but in all what are you thankful for?</span></strong>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-30703860699459804222007-11-05T15:12:00.000-08:002007-11-05T15:22:43.448-08:00Snippets from my photoshoot...<p align="right"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-k9DQBKHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/e4oAczKenl4/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"></a> </p>I tell you it's not easy, I promised pictures from Italy,<br />Still loading, I just want to give you a taste of the photoshoot we just concluded, it was crazy, hot and sexy, pictures will be up by wednesday.. That's me exhausted from it all. Stay tuned...<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-knzQBKGI/AAAAAAAAAls/_V_Ih7mOjTg/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-kczQBKFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bxbWjG6hEY0/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129499315298969682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-kczQBKFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/bxbWjG6hEY0/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-kOjQBKEI/AAAAAAAAAlc/F6GkRc_5PKI/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129499070485833794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-kOjQBKEI/AAAAAAAAAlc/F6GkRc_5PKI/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-kFDQBKDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6JpDpmW3bv4/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129498907277076530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-kFDQBKDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6JpDpmW3bv4/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-j7TQBKCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ORJMZEeodKE/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129498739773351970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-j7TQBKCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ORJMZEeodKE/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-jwTQBKBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/I9lP8_bCFx8/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129498550794790930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-jwTQBKBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/I9lP8_bCFx8/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ry-jnzQBKAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/S6vbXbxulQw/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-81951985223802203112007-10-25T10:49:00.000-07:002007-10-25T15:05:15.203-07:00Hands down! Italians are the best dressed people in the world.. My trip to Milan..What's up y'all!!. I know! I know I have no explanations for being missing in action but I've actually been away in Milan, preparing for a photoshoot for my company promos. I tell you running a business is not easy, I want to give a shoutout to anyone who has been able to do that and hold it down cos it's tough.<br /><br />Well on to the good stuff, I was in Milan all of last week, just got back so with that I greet y'all with a "<span style="color:#990000;">ciao', and va bene' (which means what's up, or howdy or hello and the other means very good I hope).<br /></span><br />I fell in love again with that place but most importantly because I could stand in the middle of Central Milano and gawk at well dressed people all day. Beautiful people, groomed and well put together. Fashion for an italian is a priority, he might not have a home to go to, or ride a bicycle instead of a car (which they actually prefer). <span style="color:#cc0000;">But they must, and I repeat must have in- season coats, boots, man bags/briefcase and trenches for the men, and the women,</span> <span style="color:#999900;">DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ITALIAN WOMEN! They are a riot... </span><br />Case in point, I saw an 86 yrs old woman rocking a Bulgari shades and Burberry trench and this chick was styling effortlessly.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125333403180279682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RyDXkzQBJ4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/1MnjMkhWEck/s320/images.jpg" width="137" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RyDXezQBJ3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q1t9ABlGMAQ/s1600-h/images1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125333300101064562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="105" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RyDXezQBJ3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q1t9ABlGMAQ/s320/images1.jpg" width="172" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RyDXbTQBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/dQNiId5dojo/s1600-h/images2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125333239971522402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RyDXbTQBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/dQNiId5dojo/s320/images2.jpg" width="151" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I was also in Sirmeone, Bergamo, Brescia, Mantova, Leone and Carpenedolo. I moved around a lot and had to keep up with a few appointments and business meetings, but its still all good in the neighborhood. I’m back now and I hope y'all are doing okay. Still jetlagged but back to work and looking forward to the photo shoot I am directing for Linany Couture. I will put up more pictures of my trip, until then holla at a sista.<br /><br />One!<br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RyDXWzQBJ1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/j7L-WaU5SS4/s1600-h/images1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-89117284795784706502007-10-09T07:43:00.000-07:002007-10-09T08:25:17.065-07:00Please pray for my friend....<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RwuVFpsq66I/AAAAAAAAAjc/xzhVGmS8Nmo/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119349325761801122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RwuVFpsq66I/AAAAAAAAAjc/xzhVGmS8Nmo/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RwuUXZsq61I/AAAAAAAAAi8/V4HlTvXOPf0/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RwuTz5sq60I/AAAAAAAAAi0/9CSbo5xOnlU/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119347921307495234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RwuTz5sq60I/AAAAAAAAAi0/9CSbo5xOnlU/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hey y'all. I haven't left blogville not at, all just missing in action. Away visiting with one of my closest friends Ms Lyle Dorsey aka -La Consuelos Leilei. My friend Lyle is HIV positive and very ill at the moment. I needed to go spend time with him cause he was dealing with so much and wasn't sure how much longer he had to live. Before I proceed, let me tell you all a little about my friend.</div><div> </div><div>They say every fashionista has a gay moose, well mine is my dear friend Lyle. He is my biggest critique and adviser. Lyle used to be one of the best hair dressers/make up artist you could ever meet in the Northeast, my girl will have you looking like a diva in a minute. </div><div> </div><div>He is also one person who can put you straight, tell it like it is.. Case in point: I just flew into Dallas, where he currently relocated to since he got ill to be near family, rented a car and, checked into a hotel and proceeded to go see him..getting to his apartment I knocked and he rushed out to meet me. first words out of him mouth: </div><div> </div><div>Lyle: Bitch! Where are your bags, tell me they're in the car!!</div><div>Me: I'm glad to see you too, they are in the hotel room.</div><div>Lyle: Hotel! You bourgeois bithes kill me, I'm out here fixing your ass a room and you got a hotel, I should slap you in the mouth, scrawny, half dead motherfucker.. You look good, a few extra pounds but you alright by me..is that Balenciaga?.. I hate your ass, come here girl, oh I've missed your bourgeios ass...</div><div> </div><div>That's my friend. We had a lot fun the few days I spent there, he's much better though, still stressed and distressed but he danced and sang for me,mixed me a tape of love songs, we went shopping and got pedicures were he proceeded to curse the Chinese lady out and accuse me being prejudiced against other races right infront of the lady. </div><div> </div><div>I had to leave and head back to New York and he just sat there crying. I have never seen my girl cry but he did and guess the words out of his mouth right after the "crocodile tears"</div><div> </div><div>Lyle: What are using on your face (I'd been breaking out over stress)</div><div>Me: Lancome why?</div><div>Lyle: You need to get a refund honey, on a scale of 1-10 right now booboo, your face is a 6 and that is not good enough, you need to get into the beauty supply store and get you some ambi, it's all but $2. You need to quit hanging around dem white people with their products.. it aint for you booboo, you're black!! And oh yeah, you been real grouchy since you got here.. I suggest you let someone play around in that "monkey" catch a tail or something. You too young to be this uptight. </div><div>Me: Thanks lyle, you are a real inspiration.</div><div>Lyle: Bitch! I tell like it is, aint no way around the truth.</div><div> </div><div>He asked me almost every half hour while I was with him to to pray for him, and I do, I really do. I just hate the fact that it's gonna end like this for him. He chose this lifestlye and lived it roughly I must say- He was a Serial dater, a complete flirt and charmer. You can tell from the before and after pictures that he has lost a lot of weight, but he still retains his fabulous personality and run way walk.</div><div> </div><div>Please pray for Lyle, HIV/Aids is real and can happen to anyone.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-50347776576467069262007-09-27T05:59:00.000-07:002007-09-27T06:16:15.254-07:00What happened to Blogville..<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusx5sq6zI/AAAAAAAAAis/rsVCWUr9fG4/s1600-h/cameron_diaz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114871775111080754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusx5sq6zI/AAAAAAAAAis/rsVCWUr9fG4/s320/cameron_diaz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvustpsq6yI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZEPmuVlf5W0/s1600-h/penelope_cruz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114871702096636706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvustpsq6yI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZEPmuVlf5W0/s320/penelope_cruz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusm5sq6xI/AAAAAAAAAic/021SoIcuYKw/s1600-h/penelope_cruz.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusfpsq6wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/zh5vep_6gGE/s1600-h/liv_tyler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114871461578468098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusfpsq6wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/zh5vep_6gGE/s320/liv_tyler.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusb5sq6vI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8rgDWU217x4/s1600-h/kate_bosworth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114871397153958642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvusb5sq6vI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8rgDWU217x4/s320/kate_bosworth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvusOpsq6uI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AZH36t4z_qc/s1600-h/jennifer_lopez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114871169520691938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvusOpsq6uI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AZH36t4z_qc/s320/jennifer_lopez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvur6psq6sI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P9Rttvi0H0E/s1600-h/ellen_pompeo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114870825923308226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvur6psq6sI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P9Rttvi0H0E/s320/ellen_pompeo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvurw5sq6rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rc0iWaSrlzc/s1600-h/jennifer_aniston.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114870658419583666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rvurw5sq6rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rc0iWaSrlzc/s320/jennifer_aniston.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvurqJsq6qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Bp4oP4742V0/s1600-h/halle_berry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114870542455466658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvurqJsq6qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Bp4oP4742V0/s320/halle_berry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>What's up y'all. it's been way quiet and a little too quiet in Blogville, where's all the love. Tell me where did it go!!!. I've been pretty busy myself, Getting ready to hit Lagos for xmas for the first time in 10 years. Yes y'all, I haven't spent Xmas in Nigeria in 10 years and I am just so psyched about it. Technically, I'll be working but I'll still be around family and friends, so we'll see how it works out. I hit y'all up with a few more dresses and style Icons, I'm inspired by a lot of people and dresses, maybe I'm getting intouch with my feminine side or inspiration. Oh well, so bloggers, let's meet in Lagos, check on it.. it should be fun.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-49654361658332438322007-09-20T06:03:00.001-07:002007-09-20T06:08:18.653-07:00EMMY DRESSES....The emmys are my favorite awards for so many reasons. Haute couture is in display and stylists outdo themselves. I picked these dresses, because of the color displays and the fitting in it's entirety. what do you guys think?<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwTIwlmnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Igc8p76Tncg/s1600-h/olivia_wilde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112272001090034290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwTIwlmnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Igc8p76Tncg/s320/olivia_wilde.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwPowlmmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/boX_NVJu6PY/s1600-h/mary_louise_parker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271940960492130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwPowlmmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/boX_NVJu6PY/s320/mary_louise_parker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwLowlmlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OH66wntyK_A/s1600-h/marcia_gayheart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271872241015378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwLowlmlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OH66wntyK_A/s320/marcia_gayheart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwH4wlmkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OVHazNb2TDQ/s1600-h/kristen_bell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271807816505922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwH4wlmkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OVHazNb2TDQ/s320/kristen_bell.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwEIwlmjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Rct1B0h_Opw/s1600-h/katherine_heigl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271743391996466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJwEIwlmjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Rct1B0h_Opw/s320/katherine_heigl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv_4wlmiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kiUkfaYPbtg/s1600-h/kate_walsh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271670377552418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv_4wlmiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kiUkfaYPbtg/s320/kate_walsh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv7IwlmhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zZY2RjXGqQs/s1600-h/julia_louis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271588773173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv7IwlmhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zZY2RjXGqQs/s320/julia_louis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv4IwlmgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/TIZc1_L4d_U/s1600-h/heidi_klum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271537233566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv4IwlmgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/TIZc1_L4d_U/s320/heidi_klum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv1owlmfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E_nh-0kr5Co/s1600-h/ellen_pompeo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271494283893234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJv1owlmfI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E_nh-0kr5Co/s320/ellen_pompeo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJvyYwlmeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/cXteaEXZTwU/s1600-h/ana_ortiz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271438449318370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJvyYwlmeI/AAAAAAAAAgU/cXteaEXZTwU/s320/ana_ortiz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJvuIwlmdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Jqz4I34vfLw/s1600-h/america_ferrera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112271365434874322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RvJvuIwlmdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Jqz4I34vfLw/s320/america_ferrera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-41601148369673176432007-09-12T09:46:00.000-07:002007-09-12T10:06:56.048-07:00Meme from "Moni<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Accent</span>: Eastcoast swang, but I speak Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa fluently, so I can flip any accent..<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Booze</span>: Don't drink, gets to me and I don't like anything controlling me..<br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Chore I Hate</span>: washing dishes, my least favorite chore<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Dogs/Cats</span>: None, irks my allergies....<br /><span style="color:#999900;">Essential electronics</span>: Ipod, blackberry, notebook, camera....<br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Favourite Perfume</span>: Absolut' by valentino<br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Gold/Silver</span>: Both<br /><span style="color:#336666;">Hometown</span>: Ozara, Imo state<br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Insomnia</span>: Yes everytime!<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Job title</span>: Day husle: Fixed income risk analyst, side but most important hustle: Designer/stylist<br /><span style="color:#666666;">Kids</span>: 1 for now and hopefully 3 more!<br /><span style="color:#339999;">Living arrangements</span>: Pretty comfortable 3 bedroom, one family house…<br /><span style="color:#663333;">Most admired trait</span>: Very hardworking, go getter!<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Number of sexual partners</span>: For wetin now?<br /><span style="color:#666600;">Overnight hospital stays</span>: Numerous, had really bad asthma growing up.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Phobia</span>: Please don't judge me, short people...<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">Quote</span>: “As you see me so, I no send you oh! But dat one no mean say I no dey wish you well oh!<br /><span style="color:#333399;">Religion</span>: Christianity<br /><span style="color:#003300;">Siblings</span>: 7, 3 sis, 3 bros<br /><span style="color:#996633;">Time I usually awake</span>: Depends weekdays 7 a.m weekends as late as 5 p.m<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Unusual talent</span>: Multi, Multi tasking, like seriously I can do 20 things at d same time and deliver…<br /><span style="color:#006600;">Vegetable I refuse to eat</span>: Can’t think of any..<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Worst habit</span>: Smoking…<br /><span style="color:#003333;">X-rays</span>: Last year after an automobile accident!<br /><span style="color:#003300;">Yummy foods I make</span>: Numerous<br /><span style="color:#006600;">Zodiac sign: Leo Baby</span>!!</strong>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-69834910446019319772007-09-11T07:02:00.001-07:002007-09-11T07:20:27.747-07:00These celeb's stylist did their homework!!<strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I watched the foolishness called the VMAs on sunday, I was actually supposed to be in VEGAS for the show courtesy of a dear friend, but cancelled cause I was indisposed and I'm sure glad I did.. A lot celebs turned up aight.. while the rest were just blaaahh...I always say get a stylist and it's not because I'm one. In all the hurry, you can make a poor choice that can honestly haunt you for a long time to come. Meanwhile a stylist has all your stats and has days to plan and shop to give you a total transformation for the big day. I'm big on "less is more" it doesn't have to be too much to be a whole lot. And as for Britney spears, I have one word" that child needs Jesus"!</strong><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahaAQN2wI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JWwaBQRcwFM/s1600-h/naomi_watts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108948295415094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahaAQN2wI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JWwaBQRcwFM/s320/naomi_watts.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahVAQN2vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4v1dBAwGLys/s1600-h/garner.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahRQQN2uI/AAAAAAAAAds/dW-Ex_Eu7Jw/s1600-h/jennifer_lopez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108948145091238626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahRQQN2uI/AAAAAAAAAds/dW-Ex_Eu7Jw/s320/jennifer_lopez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahAwQN2rI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ICl6QgIFN58/s1600-h/garner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108947861623397042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuahAwQN2rI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ICl6QgIFN58/s320/garner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ruag-AQN2qI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DRzyisJ0NUk/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108947814378756770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Ruag-AQN2qI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DRzyisJ0NUk/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagxgQN2oI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GXWK6reEt1w/s1600-h/alicia_keys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108947599630391938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagxgQN2oI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GXWK6reEt1w/s320/alicia_keys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagpgQN2nI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PhvVeJrWKFU/s1600-h/alicia_keys.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagmAQN2mI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Euav82t0uw/s1600-h/rihanna2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108947402061896290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagmAQN2mI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Euav82t0uw/s320/rihanna2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagYAQN2kI/AAAAAAAAAcc/iJBlWuwW3Rw/s1600-h/rihanna2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagUwQN2jI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RqdDvusInz0/s1600-h/mary_j.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108947105709152818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagUwQN2jI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RqdDvusInz0/s320/mary_j.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagPAQN2iI/AAAAAAAAAcM/9JGFZL2Ymuw/s1600-h/reese_witherspoon200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108947006924904994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagPAQN2iI/AAAAAAAAAcM/9JGFZL2Ymuw/s320/reese_witherspoon200.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RuagFgQN2hI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5HmIvj4_DGI/s1600-h/jennfier_garner200.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-56955335345243898832007-09-07T11:47:00.000-07:002007-09-07T11:48:56.022-07:00Linany Couture press releaseAugust 30, 2007<br />Contact: Bobby Taylor<br />Phone: 204-221-4014<br />Email: bobby@bobbytaylorpr.ca<br /><br />FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE<br /><br /> LINANY COUTURE: “Image is everything.”<br /><br />Image is everything! Nigerian born Brooklyn fashion stylist Linda Anyaegbu, lives by that statement.<br /><br />It came as no surprise when she emerged with her very brainchild LINANY COUTURE.<br /><br />Linany couture is a consortium of boutiques, fashion stylists and designers, carrying modern, tailored and ready to wear apparels & accessories, putting a good amount of energy and perfection towards creating the perfect image.<br /><br />Linany Couture provides shopping and styling services for various things such as Music Video sets, Movie Production sets, Red Carpet Events, Weddings etc. <br /><br />This stylist to the stars holds nothing back when it comes to fashion.<br /><br />Some of the services offered by this stylist powerhouse include Individual Profile, Personal Consultation, Shopping and Styling services etc.<br /><br />Founder and CEO Linda Anyaegbu presents an in depth analysis, appreciation, passion and understanding of current trends, celebrity style and everything fashion.<br /><br />When asked why she decided to become a stylist, “I love to make people look and feel great. I love to transform the everyday person into a star, working with their budget and preferences. It is my passion and my clients stand out.”<br /><br />Linany Couture was featured at the HauTe Magazine Launching in New York City. And also to hit the runways in various upcoming fashion shows and events.<br /><br />Linda is off to a great new start this year with the launch of the Linany Couture line of clothing and accessories, and the opening of two boutiques in Nigeria and in New York City. Please refer to the website for launch dates. <br /><br />For more information & news on Linany Couture, please visit its newly launched innovative and informative website at www.linanycouture.com <br /><br />For More information or a personal consultation, please contact Linany Couture at info@linanycouture.com <br /><br />For Information on Media and Press matters please contact Bobby Taylor Consulting at info@bobbytaylorpr.caMy 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-59476452274675419142007-09-04T13:33:00.000-07:002007-09-05T10:56:30.604-07:00Casting for female models and Valentino steps down.My fashion Idol after Karl lagerfield of Chanel of course, Valentino Gravani 75, has stepped down from Valentino fashion group after 45 years.<br /><br />He will leave Valentino in January of 2008 after designing one line of Couture collection and one more ready to wear line.<br /><br />London based Permira advisers LLP, Europe's largest private-equity firm is scheduled to conclude it's 2.6 billion euro ($3.5 billion) offer for Valentino fashion group, which also includes Hugo Boss AG, this week( A two for one deal, I say). The designers departure may mean the company will place greater emphasis on the more profitable products such as accesories than on couture under Permira's ownership.<br /><br />" I would like to leave the party when it's still full", Valentino said in an email statement, referring to the 3 days of festivities held to celebrate his 45th anniversary with guests including Jackie collins, Sienna miller, Mick Jagger and Princess Caroline of Monaco. <br /><br />Former Gucci designer Alessandra Facchinettti is expected to be asked to create styles for the label after she was seen entering and leaving the company's offices in Milan and Rome.<br /><br />The Rome based fashion house, Valentino SPA, had 2006 sales of 240 million euros and operates 58 stores directly. it is roughly one-sixth the size of Armani and about nine times smaller than Gucci in terms of sales.<br /><br />Now to other news, I fired all my female models over the weekend. Actually, the ringleader L caused their demise. I am one of the easiest people to work with, but I am most importantly a business woman and time for me is money. <br /><br />If I make plans to put your behind on my label and organise clothes for a show or events,please make yourself available. I do not care what beef you have with your boyfriend and why both of you should be in the same show, so no other females hits on him..heifer please!! Your little boyfriend is not that fine...<br /><br />So I had to let all four of them go, one because the rest of them take instructions from this ringleader and two, I was just tired of the foolishness. <br /><br />I want to patronise my people and do a lot of ethnic marketing but you have got to be kidding me about our tardy attitudes and lack of discipline in business. if we have a meeting at 5 p.m. Please drag your tired behind there by 4.56 atleast. <br />That is why white people are progressive, atlease most of them, they are on time!!!..<br /><br />I will be placing an ad in the papers for a casting call for models, who will be on our label and work for various designers we intend to do work with.<br />If anyone knows of any models or anyone with potentials, I'm in a forum with designers from project runway and various styists and models on friday so opporunity calls everytime. This business is not easy, but we have to keep keeping on and pushing for the best. Later y'all..<br /><br />2 cents out.My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-37349036074223437012007-08-28T10:45:00.000-07:002007-08-28T23:16:36.368-07:00Haute Fashion Magazine launch and My male models...<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtR2gwQN2SI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ofa5VibvHNQ/s1600-h/New+Image6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103834582798424354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtR2gwQN2SI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ofa5VibvHNQ/s320/New+Image6.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtR1mgQN2RI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hUy7fkglrKc/s1600-h/New+Image5.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.linanycouture.com/linany_advert.htm" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103831215544064258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRzcwQN2QI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hjncblcjh7I/s320/New+Image111.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRgDwQN2PI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nNcUBg7FzdE/s1600-h/New+Image10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103809895326406898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRgDwQN2PI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nNcUBg7FzdE/s320/New+Image10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRf-QQN2OI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2_oeZ0SeiQU/s1600-h/New+Image9.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRf6QQN2NI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BiaQyBj1CrA/s1600-h/New+Image8.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103809732117649618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRf6QQN2NI/AAAAAAAAAZk/BiaQyBj1CrA/s320/New+Image8.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfxwQN2MI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3shRJb6yVSI/s1600-h/New+Image7.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfuAQN2LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/h6H44lDZdZE/s1600-h/New+Image6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103809521664252082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfuAQN2LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/h6H44lDZdZE/s320/New+Image6.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfqwQN2KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Fd-bq_1Aakg/s1600-h/New+Image5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103809465829677218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfqwQN2KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Fd-bq_1Aakg/s320/New+Image5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfhQQN2II/AAAAAAAAAY8/NqeQlqBkZ0s/s1600-h/New+Image3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103809302620919938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfhQQN2II/AAAAAAAAAY8/NqeQlqBkZ0s/s320/New+Image3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfWwQN2HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qi7JBRX0yaw/s1600-h/New+Image1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103809122232293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RtRfWwQN2HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qi7JBRX0yaw/s320/New+Image1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong>Hey y'all... How go dey go? </strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>My life has been crazy busy, since the <a href="http://linanycouture.com/">website </a>went up it's been a lot of work and all, but that's alright, I got into this business to work. </strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>So I dressed four high maintainance models with the prototypes of the high end men's line I intend to debut next year on the linany couture label..Boy was I glad.. We ended up doing the runway at the Haute fashion magazine launch on the roof deck in New York. Pictures are not the best please pardon me, there'll be better ones later..</strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>I was surrounded by hotness but that is not the issue, the issue was getting chicks off my models at the end of the night, one of them is below 21 and I promised his father I'll deliver his son to him safely after the show, So I was the designated driver to 3 grown ass men, in all it was not the easiest task.</strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>You should have seen how shameless some of these girls were, grabbing at them, sreaming "take it off" when they hit the runway,like it was a strip club. In short I became officially embarassed for women that day. </strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>But it was all good though, I am glad people still appreciate good things. My boys are good kids and they get the job done.. The girls who model for my ladies couture line now, that's a different story. I have never seen an obnoxious, self consciuos bunch like those ones, but they are beautiful and very professional when they want to..</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>I am dressing the founder of "fashion inde", a beautiful South African sister who is has taken over the New York fashion media scene for the launch of the Fashion inde magazine. I will take my female models these time in Ankara couture..pictures will follow..bettere ones too..</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Y'all keep praying for me oohh. Well I'm working really hard to debut my line of High end men's wear early next year. The womens ankara couture is ready, but made to order exclusively. The accesories line will come out by the end of this year, and two boutiques will be up and running by december.I will keep y'all in the loop.. That's moi by the way, trying to keep my boys in check.</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>It's still 2 cents y'all.. Holla @ ur girl.. </strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-91795071584328261962007-08-22T08:18:00.000-07:002007-08-22T08:47:47.158-07:00Linany couture website and all the good stuff!!!What's up y'all.. I thank everyone who shouted me out on my birthday. That was real special for so many reasons.<br /><br />I had a blast, I went out everyday of the weekend, which is unacceptable right now cause of my tight schedule, got delivery of a dozen fresh roses and fabulous gifts. Highlight though was when my 5 yrs old said" Happy Birthday mummy, I'll buy you a brand new mercedez with a plate that says '1,2,3 this is my mummy's car"!!. lol! I told him to give me the date of delivery for security reasons, I don't care when he gives it to me, as long as I get it. You can't go making these kind of promises, I don't care how old you are..<br /><br />But back to the lovely, I would like to debut my company website on this blog, I have to confess I started blogging because of my business, but the "aproko" part of me started My 2 cents". I don't regret it though. it's been a blast, I have met wonderful people, Bobby Taylor, this one's for you ma, Ugo Daniels, you my friend are a man amongst men! I must to find you wife! Sebah Tubman..my sister, your little nephew is still asking after you. I love you guys for real! I appreciate all the love and prayers. The good lord will replenish y'all and light your paths.. it's all love though, we're doing this till the lights go off which aint soon..<br /><br />I promised freebies to bloggers when I started this and it still holds, you guys keep me going.. I thank y'all and no worry we ar doing it real bigggg....Without further ado, please enter with me to......<br /><br /><a href="http://www.linanycouture.com/">http://www.linanycouture.com/</a>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-6555590035070359422007-08-14T14:04:00.000-07:002007-08-14T15:08:43.065-07:00I'm a big kid now!!! Ageless as ever though!!<span style="color:#993399;"></span><br />" <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Go shawty, it's your birthday, we gonna</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">party like it's ur birthday, we gonna sip barcadi like it's your birthday"...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098667006353637970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RsIaoN22glI/AAAAAAAAATc/Po-XuGwNLxw/s320/images1.jpg" width="140" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098666933339193922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RsIaj922gkI/AAAAAAAAATU/Cz9UVMcOT2g/s320/images2.jpg" width="144" border="0" />Go figure the rest, love me some fiddy though..<br /><br />Yes y'all I've skipped if you know what I'm talking about. it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to, one cause I'm all emotional and two cos I have something in my eye lol!<br /><br /> Aint nothing going on but the rent or mortgage in this case,Aside from all the pressure at work, starting and running my own company which I love to bits, cos I 'm doing what I love to do best SHOP!!!<br /><br /> Okay enough about me and back to me again, I have a guy flying into town just to take me out to dinner for my birthday, made reservations in a posh restaurant straight out the zagat survey, your girl don't play! Problem is I'm not feeling dude.Met him at a wedding two years ago, he's been checking for me ever since. Me thinks he's working harder at his game, I just don't want to end the day feeling like I shoulda had a V8.<br /><br />Got another date, same day different time. A desert only bourgoise lounge. Friend of mine trying to promote himself to boyfie status for the past 5 yrs and won't give up, problem is I'm not that into him too. Another dude, lives in Naija begging to come down for my birthday, friends think he's about to propose, I think he's up to something sneaky, when a guy is too nice and almost a pushover, it's a complete turn off for me. Ofcourse my mother thinks I need deliverance if I don't come home in december to marry dude.<br /><br />Ever heard the phrase, "wanti wanti no getti getti, getti getti no wanti wanti lol! Heard it from my aunt, funny and ish but very true. Kind of my situation here, doesn't it surprise you that at that very time you are trying to make up your mind about love all sorts and I mean all sorts come your way. I have the head security at my job checking for me!! Can you believe that mess, none of the brokers or MDs asked a sista out, it has to be this goat, talk about:<br /><br /> "<strong><span style="color:#000099;">Can I holla at you sometime, maybe take you to the theatre or museum, you know whatever you educated ladies do, I look better out of uniform too</span></strong>"<br /><br />Yeah right Muthaf**ka, I'll hold my breath.<br /><br />For the purpose of my birthday we'll skip the gory details and concentrate on the lovely. I'm not checking for all these guys not cause there' s something wrong with them, far from it. Believe me when I saw the financial holdings of one of these men, even I wanted to slap myself over the head. But I'll rather smoke garri while I stare into my lover's eyes than feast on filet mignon and be unhappy.<br />I am dreading the call from my mum, she calls on every birhtday to wish me a happy birthday and go on about how my biological clock is 'stuck' meaning it can't tick anymore cause the batteries died. That my mama sef!, let her leave me abeg, she's been married and madly in love with my dad for 35 years, I wanna be married that long too.<br /><br />Moving onto good things, I'll debut my company website really soon, I can tell you it is FABULOUS already...I thank God for so much cause I don't know how I do it, I just do it!!<br /><br />For everyone who took time to shout me out, call and send their love I thank you all, I expect the gifts cos I am registered at jimmy shoes, valentino and Nordstrum. I'm riding till I turn 106 like Brooke Astor in cultured pearls and 5 Inch <span style="color:#330033;">MANOLO BLAHNIK!!!<br /></span><br /><br />2 CENTS OUT!!!<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098666606921679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RsIaQ922giI/AAAAAAAAATE/dRXeF3OJdHo/s320/images.jpg" width="205" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-75123014911705651132007-08-08T09:07:00.000-07:002007-08-08T12:57:12.338-07:00Do not alter your destiny!<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RroDw922gWI/AAAAAAAAARk/0-E1iXRPxjE/s1600-h/guestopinion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096390068096368994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RroDw922gWI/AAAAAAAAARk/0-E1iXRPxjE/s320/guestopinion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RroBat22gVI/AAAAAAAAARc/lKDijdoobIc/s1600-h/images.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Whatever you desire in this lifetime is entirely at your disposal.Our steps are ordained even before we were born, yet as humans we decide on our own accord to change our destiny and our lives.<br /></div><div>Monique the comedian did a documentary on Oxygen the other day at a women's maximum penitentiary, that was troubling to say the least. She interviewed some inmates and what was mind boggling is what most of them did to end up behind bars. Their jail terms ranged from life to 6 months. But one particular young lady stood out for me, she was all of 20 yrs old and had 147 yrs to life, She committed multiple murders and will rot in jail. What did she do? She took the lives of people who ridiculed and mocked her, her reason? She comes from a tumultous family background. She cried out for help when she was troubled but none came.</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>A few of the ladies killed their husbands, fathers, boyfriends for abuse or domestic violence. I always say a man who hits you "can and will kill you"!!. Granted, that is not enough reasons to kill anyone, there are precautions to be taken that were probably ignored.<br /></div><div>A violent and abusive relationship is a waste of anyone's lifetime and that of the children who become scarred from it.</div><div></div><div></div><div>Women alter their destiny everyday, even by the most inconsequential decisions we make that come back to bite us in the ass! We keep friends and relationships that drag us back by decades. If there is nothing progressive about that individual please get it together and bounce. </div><br /><div>Note: </div><div>* if all your girlfriends do is hop around the world collecting and swapping sugar daddies, please change your digits.</div><div>*if the people around you, which includes family participates in fraud of any kind, you could go down as an accesory.</div><div></div><div>I say this to say that, I cried while watching this documentary on Oxygen. Mostly because some of these women were banished for life because of crimes of passion or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In one case, a mother and daughter were in jail for peddling drugs to feed their kids. </div><div></div><div>I cried because we are all one bad decision away from being locked up. Take for instance, these harmless split second decisions:<br /></div><div>* An abusive boyfriend put his hands on you and you swore that's the very last time it'll go down , so you retaliate and whack him upside the head with a pot of hot grits. Well he drops dead!</div><div></div><div>*A friend invites you out on a shopping expedition, you go to pick up a few accesories from Fendi, and she happens to be using her boyfriend's credit card which happens to belong to Mr Jim Thorton of Copell Texas by way of credit card fraud. You are rounded up by the authorities, dipped in silver handcuffs on your way downtown to get booked.<br /></div><div>*What about that boyfriend that's "ballin and bout it".. he's laced in bling and takes good care of you. So he leaves a package at your house after a night of loving. You get a bang on your door at 4 a.m, it's the DEA and FBI. They're looking for your man,he's not there but a search of your apartment turns up drugs. How do you explain that while you go to jail for your ignorance.<br /><br /></div><div>I could go on and on, let's just keep our heads clear on daily decision making. Women are the salt of the earth, if we do not participate in the revolution because we are populating state prisons and juvenile homes, then it will happen without us. That will be too bad cause we know the menfolk can't function without us!!</div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-70217881375223219702007-07-30T11:09:00.000-07:002007-07-31T07:36:38.649-07:00Celibabcy and Self apprecaition.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rq5Lht22gOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5Q5uIhyuXJE/s1600-h/468941654FUbjAj_ph.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093091271220035810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rq5Lht22gOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5Q5uIhyuXJE/s320/468941654FUbjAj_ph.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I decided to become celibate for various reasons, the most important was for the purification of my mind, and a search for the deeper understanding of my person in or out of a relationship.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>it was very hard initially, but I have a hang of it now. Don't get me wrong, I'm one of those chicks that will turn a dude out! I want to be thrown at the ceiling or through a roof! You get the picture?? Get a guy wanting to drop a 7 carat ring, cry home to his momma, drive by my crib with his lights cut out kind of loving.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>Well that was back then, it's good and all for a relationship but it doesn't guarantee a soul mate. it does not give quality to matters of the heart. You get to a point in your life, you want more! That piece of mind that comes from LOYALTY to each other. You want to know that the little things that matter to you from the bills to a gray hair, bothers him as much as it does you.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>You want to stay up and TALK about everything from politics, work, family, friends and even the future. You want to LAUGH at each other's stupid jokes and the smallest things but most importantly you want to LOVE and RESPECT each other.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>You want a relationship that is not heavy on nonentities, and you are SECURE in each other's presence and absence. No one is guranteed the next day or one more minute but I want to be guaranteed a smile or a hearty laughter anytime I speak or hear from him. I want a RELATIONSHIP that is based on the LOVE OF GOD and the GENUINE search of the knowledge of him.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>I want a walk by the beach, gazing at the star and letting our eyes do the talking. I want his eyes to yearn for me completely, I want a soul that WANTS me. A man who is not afraid to cry infront of me, one who will cradle me and wipe my tears for those days I decide to reminisce about life and unfulfilled dreams. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>A renaissance man, who is complete mentally and psychologically. One who is secure enough to make a run to duane reade to pick up my toiletries or spend the day with me at Gucci trying on shoes and accesories.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>I want some one who is accepting of those days that I'm hormonal and bloated enough to curse him out and bounce...come back minutes later with a tub of butter pecan ice cream like nothing happened. A man who will take me as I am and not worry about being treated like a KING in front of his peers. A man amongst men who when we do decide to do it, will make love to me wholly, completely, not necessarily gently ( need a thug to take out the cobwebs in one shot), a coming together that will climax in thunderous resonance of all we've been waiting and anticpating for.....</div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-29089002664637797892007-07-23T10:23:00.000-07:002007-07-24T16:07:35.492-07:00Why do women lie!<div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090848254614470866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 206px; height: 134px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RqZTg922gNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GfmPBBVLv3U/s320/CAOQ0B9E.jpe" border="0" height="122" width="170" /><br /><br /><div>Oh boy, can I relate to this one! lol!!!</div><br /><br /><div>Believe me! some chicks are sheisty enough to lie about anything even the time of day and the color of their eyes lol!!!!<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Women lie about everything, name it. Their name, virginity, age, number of men they've been with, hygiene,first time they had sex, if they've had an abortion, their real hair, religion, accent, education,phone number,address, when the sun sets..please feel free to add your own bit because this list is exhaustive.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I tend to believe the reason for most of these lies are circumstantial, Note the pointers below is only in the instance you are feeling homeboy and he needs your stats....Does it mean you need to lie, not necessarily but hey, to each his own.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>How would you quantify your affection for a man if he wants to believe you're somebody else. hmm let's see, Best thing to do is tell him what he wants to hear:<br /></div><ul><li>if he desires a younger woman, by all means necessary shave off 10 years off your real age, who's to tell these days with night cream and wrinkle reducer guaranteed to give that baby skin feel.<br /></li><br /><li>if he likes perky breasts flip a u turn to Victoria secret, get some angels to lift and seperate your drooling assets.<br /></li><br /><li>if he wants a religous chick, please believe there are places that will ordain you a deaconess in 24 hours.<br /></li><br /><li>if he likes a woman who can cook, sneak in a bowl of soup from the nearest African restuarant or your mum's kitchen. Hopefully you can make eba for his viewing pleasure.(please tell me you can atleast make eba, boil some water,pour in a bowl and spray garri on it till it solidifies). You do know what Garri is???<br /></li><br /><li>if he's a mummy's boy (as most men are), if you have to pretend do it! love that woman like your life depends on it.Take all her BS and worse case scenario incase of a confrontations tell her you aint going nowhere, she might as well get used to you. Luckily she doesn't live with you and will never live with you.<br /></li><br /><li>if he's big on morals and has a phobia for freaks, can't help you there. That has to be one in million. Most guys will take a lady by day and a freak at night.<br /></li><br /><li>He likes lighter eyes and long hair, my specialty!. Try the pure hazel contact lens, they have them in disposables, if you do your homework well, he might never know your real eye color and yeah! it's the era of natural weaves.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Does he want a woman who speaks proper english, throw a "Britiko" accent on his a$$! even if you were born in Brooklyn or Aba.Talk all proper and "ish", wrap every word around your tongue. Works everytime.<br /></li><br /><li>If he wants to know how many men you've been with, get all emotional and play the cute kitten batty eyed bitch on him. Tell him you've been with just two (even if you went through a whole dorm of guys in college) and since three is a charm, you're sure he's real special.</li></ul>I am not justifying irresponsible behavior but if the shoe fits, wear it with panty hose and stocking or whichever applies. Men have been doing it for years, why can't we partake of the foolwangy. Women will continue to do what they have to do to get at a man, including all of the above and men will be men and girls will be girls...... c'est la vie.<br /><p>But in all honesty, why did it become a norm to instigate falseness to prove yourself, why do we owe the next person an explanation as to how we are and what we are. Yeah life throws a curve ball once in a while but it should never warrant duplicating an entirely different individual just to get a man's approval. Now if he' s rocking your world in the sack (chop knuckle for getting some and getting it good)! lie all you want babes, I ain't mad at you!!!!<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-34330777047328657562007-07-17T20:32:00.000-07:002007-07-23T11:16:41.841-07:00Why do men lie?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090141981602382018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RqPRKd22gMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dssKCTIuH0k/s320/liar.jpg" width="262" border="0" /><br />Why men lie!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Men lie for various reasons! Of Importance is that it could be out of necessity, or in most cases lack of anything sensible or true to say.<br /><br /><br />I'm not going to justify anyone's frivolities but I will base my argument on actual events and facts.<br /><br /><br /><br />A man will lie about size, it could be his shoe size, height, penis size, how long he can last in bed, the last time he had sex, how many women he's been with, if he's married or has a girlfriend. They mysteriously develop selective amnesia. it's like looking to find out what happend in Vegas!! You go wait long......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let's start from the beginning,At the point of introduction, that gentleman will do anything humanly possible to make you happy, especially if you ain't "give it up yet. Massage your feet, pick up your laundry, designated driver. He'll even whip out his cards at mall and like a pimp tell you "<strong>go on baby! It's all bout you, pick anything you want</strong>".<br />Cross that border and homeboy starts forgetting his wallet at home or in his car.<br /><br /><br /><br />Even when you do give it up, he goes on and on about how he can keep it up for days. How he got a 16 inch tool to work with. Fast forward action time, homeboy gets in and like a one way bus pass, gets right out.<br /><br /><br /><strong>You're like WTF!! Are you serious, he'll be like baby, "I'm sorry</strong>, <strong>I was too excited. It's</strong> <strong>just that you're so beautiful, your skin is like silk</strong>"<br /><br /><br />You think, well if you put it like that, I guess I believe you.Next time he lasts all of 2 minutes, ladies, this is when you should count your losses and lose home boy!<br /><br /><br /><br />Men lie about their feelings everytime, initially they are so into you, they call, text, come around, buy flowers and expensive gifts. How do you define why he suddenly stops being expressive. How do you define making you look simple, when he stops returning calls and constantly lies about where he is and his state of mind. In all honesty he might not want to hurt your feelings. Feck the honesty, tell it straight, I'm a big girl, I'll take the fact that you found someone else or just mysteriously lost the same number you used to call 5 times a day.<br /><br /><br /><br />Men will lie about moving on, he might have found someone else, you might be dealing with all sorts of challenges in the relationship, you can thaw it out with him and hope his mood swings stop, but when you decide to get to stepping, he wants to come back cos he aint found anyone like you.<br /><br />Why do they do that? why would you hold on to something you are not sure of and then choose to return it at your convinience, this is not a store with flexible return policies. These are human emotions and feelings.<br /><br />I had a conversation with a certain guy "around town" from my unilag days a few days ago. He claims women get into a laision with all these expectations. According to him, the fact that we slept together does not necesarily spell "love and marriage". Well how about a rain check next time and a warning that you're a walking time bomb, that has a phobia for commitment.<br /><br />It is said that Sex is the easiest thing to get on the streets,how about a commitment? how about the beauty of saving yourself for the one true love of your life, assuming he thinks same of you. How about telling it like it is? How about falling in love for all the genuine reasons. When a woman meets a man,if it all comes together, she falls in love hopelessly. When a man meets a woman and it all comes together, I just wonder.....My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-68329006747927355492007-07-08T12:37:00.000-07:002007-07-08T12:42:26.074-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084913286285777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RpE9sV66WPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yFIIY9UaxaQ/s320/images.jpe" width="206" border="0" /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">An ode to single parenthood.</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Having read numerous articles by individuals who ignorantly express their opinions on of single parenthood, I would like to address some of these issues.</span></strong></div><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">I am a single mother who made this choice not as a desire to get married, far from it, but for the sole reason that at that point in my life (having miraculously survived the terrorist attacks on the world trade center on 9/11) I could not bear to play games with life.Being a mother has been a joy but as an African, it has been an experience and I must say not a delightful one at times.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"><br /><div><br />Certain analogy just goes to show the extent to which black people can be classist and egregious. As much as I want to live life as if I want an encore, I also want to satisfy my conscience. Since I could not bring myself to please my family and peer, I am the proud mother of a little boy.</div><br /><div><br />He is such an adorable and lovable individual; I totally admire my son and think he has had another lifetime here. Nevertheless, importantly he has blessed my life in ways I could never imagine. My life is so much fuller, my dreams fulfilled. It’s like everything I touch turns to gold. My career has not only flourished but I have been able to imbibe my son’s innocence into my daily productivity and processing.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />Now to the culture and traditions I was raised in, it is forbidden in Ibo land to have a child outside wedlock, especially in a family woven in Catholicism. You become a tokunbo, ostracized, tired and worn. I have met men who looked down on me and judged me once I tell them I have a child. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I know and have read about women who without meeting or knowing me assume I got pregnant to trap the baby's father into marriage.Far from it, marriage was not even an option as this pregnancy was not planned, and this relationship ended before the stick turned blue on the home test kit from Duane Reade.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I will take responsibility for my actions as an adult but while I am not an advocate of anything immoral, contraception does fail once in a while and even though we used protection and it failed, I look at my child everyday and agree he was meant to be here.</div><br /><div><br />“It is what it is”, there are decisions we make in life. Emotional, psychological and spiritual, you let the tide of time sweep you up for posterity to judge.It is also important to note that people become single parents for various reasons either, by choice, widowed, divorced, spousal separation, immigration and incarceration. Yet in all these choices, the support system in the Diaspora though lacking becomes highly appreciated. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />I hope for a good life for my child, and me if I am destined to do this again (bear children) I want to do it the right way, not that I regret my decision now as I am very blessed. I just know that the God ordained way for a family to function is to have two parents in a family structure raise children who will in turn pass these values to another generation.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Our orientation as Africans is that of holding the institution of marriage in very high esteem, regardless of how decadent our marriages are according due to recent polls. Nevertheless, there are beautiful people out there who deserve to know and love a child regardless of biological affiliations. </div><br /><div><br />Civilization is moving at a supersonic speed and people from the western world pay tens of thousands of dollars and go to any length overseas to adopt children. However, a typical African man will rather marry a barren woman than be with a single mother because of the stigma and their ancient belief system.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />I have seen relationships that have grown in leaps and bounds because of a level of maturity that these individuals manifest. To matter, raise God-fearing children, and grow old together until God calls them home.</span></strong></div><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">For everything, I have been through in my very young life, for all the diplomas acquired and still to acquire, nothing compares to the joy of motherhood. I enjoy looking at my son and even though I will opt to share this experience with a partner because no drug will make me high enough to ever believe I can ever do this (parenting) alone, I am very happy and satisfied with my conscience.An ideal family should have a man and a woman in mutual understanding of each other's responsibilities. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Living in America and understanding this society's acceptance of a single parent family leaves me in awe of if this can ever happen in Nigeria. This is because of the evil meted out on widows by the late husband's family even if the man died of HIV/AIDS he contacted from a prostitute.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Life is hard enough; the only legacy we can leave for our children in this lifetime is the experiences we hold before the sunsets on our lives. I want to be remembered for the person my son becomes tomorrow, I owe him a good life because he is a choice I made and he deserves the love of everyone around me.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-85656340572591285042007-06-29T15:10:00.000-07:002007-07-04T16:09:13.865-07:00BFF<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RowojV66WNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/67LlahtFt1U/s1600-h/friends.jpe"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083482667039217874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RowojV66WNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/67LlahtFt1U/s320/friends.jpe" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/Rowl7V66WMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W_10SxX85M0/s1600-h/friends.jpe"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of one best friend, and then I started to become a woman. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">One friend will say,'Let's cry together,' another, 'Let's fight together,' another, 'Let's walk away together.' </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">One friend will meet your spiritual need, another your shoe fetish, another your love for movies, another will be with you in your season of confusion, another will be your clarifier, another the wind beneath your wings. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But whatever their assignment in your life, on whatever the occasion, on whatever the day, or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back, or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself... those are your best friends. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">It may all be wrapped up in one woman, but for many, it's wrapped up in several.. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">one from 7th grade, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">one from high school, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">several from the college years, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">a couple from old jobs, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">on some days your mother, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">on some days your neighbor, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">on others, your sisters, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">and on some days, your daughters. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So whether they've been your friend for 20 minutes or 20years, </span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Let us celebrate the women in our lives..</span></strong><br /><br /><div></div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-1290193039796421222007-06-27T14:16:00.000-07:002007-06-27T20:25:42.552-07:00Sex and Sexuality!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080857643157444178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RoLVG166VlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/skcqj7nyo30/s320/images.jpe1" width="167" border="0" /><br /><div><strong>How do you define your sex?</strong></div><strong><br /><div><br />In this day and age, it's more likely how much of it you're getting, if you're getting any or how good it is or was.</div><br /><div><br />Sex is a beautiful thing and since we are all adults, permit me to dive into this delicate yet sensual matter. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Let's talk about sex!</div><br /><div><br />How do you decide, if sex will play an important role in any man/ woman liasion you get into?.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Guys let me just say at this junction, that a chick knows if she's going to shag you, either now or in the near future, after spending all of 5 seconds in your company.</div><br /><div>we have that extra sensor, we smell shaggable guys with a radar embedded somewhere in our consciousness.</div><br /><div><br />Then, the million dollar question becomes, what is the next level, wetin dey..? </div><div> </div><div></div><div>You've made up your mind to go with dude, he aight!! Good looking, caramel color, hazel, brown or reddish eyes depends on how much he puffs.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Six packs or a little chubby, maybe even scrawny or tiny, hey it's your choice. Tall, short, medium, dwarfish your call.To each his own, this heart is not that smart. </div><div> </div><div>He might be packing in all the right places though, (pepper and down below) and be all of 3 ft 2 inches.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>He might be 93 yrs old on life support. Classic case, Anna Nicole of blessed memory. In this instance, unless you are willing to send old boy to his grave that minute and cash your cheques. Don't do it!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>A lot of times, the reasons we do a lot of things in life starts to get really confusing. If your intention is to get with a guy to get something, anything at all. Permit me to ask what if that exchange doesn't happen.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Well you get to have sex, possibly a "menage a tois" as is the case these days.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I digress,People!, we have become extremely sexual and adventurous in Nigeria. I was at a club on awolowo road a few weeks ago, oh boy!</div><div> </div><div>These girls turned an architectural piece in the VIP area into a stripper pole. To the viewing pleasure of drooling guys gathered in the area, come and see show</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I watched oh, I got a little worried when two of the girls started kissing and touching themselves. Believe me, this place is not a stripper joint, atleast that is not what the sign said outside.</div><div> See guys salivating, one particular girl who in my calculation couldn't be more than 22 was especially good. Chick had moves that'll put porn stars to shame! She backed that thing up, dropped it like it's hot and wobbled.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I don't swing that way for no reason at all, strictly dickly here, but that girl had me wandering hmmm! Maybe, just maybe....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I'm back, please pardon my wandering mind, but my thing is this! When there's a banter over sex, when it's exchanged for goods and services then in every dictionary and even contemporary wikipedia, it is defined as prostitution, in other not so plain english- pololo, shalamunta, ashi (code for ashewo) runs associate, trick, ho,karuwa, akwuna..I can go on and on.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>This is an age old trade and it is very legal in most countries of the world. Prostitutes pay tax in european countries and even in God's own country, well to an extent.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>We can't hold on to trivialities now and this is not a place for name calling, I'm just saying it like it is. </div><div> </div><div>I myself have done some things in my past I'm very ashamed of.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I didn't have to stand by the roadside, but I have gotten in liasions in the past just thinking about me, not necessarily considering the other party's feelings.</div><div>I wanted something and as soon as I got it, I was out the door, thereby hurting a lot of folks and myself, but reality bit me in the a$$ recently and I started reminiscing about "ish". </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Women get to that age, it could at15 for some or 60 for others. You get to that crossroad and start to question yourself, have I misplaced my priorities in matters of the heart and sex?</div><div>What was the primary purpose for me, was it an exchange "programme"or was I sampling for the fun?.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Relationships are consumated for various purposes, either out of curiosity or because there are genuine feelings and a connection. For whatever purpose we have sex, be it as a married couple,or in a serious relationship (I do not use that word 'serious' loosely) Aids is real! </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Let us define the purpose carefully, we live in an age that diseases and death makes sex almost unpleasurable. Let's keep it safe and beautiful. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>If I ever do it again... ....I'll fill in the blanks later.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Remorsefully yours,</div><div> </div><div>2 cents</strong></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-15391550552308192002007-06-25T17:05:00.000-07:002007-06-26T06:17:59.880-07:00Are women their "own" worst enemy?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080226169600067714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9BCQNsa0JX0/RoCWyPmnyII/AAAAAAAAAFU/srNL6AP_vsc/s320/images.jpe" width="106" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><strong>I saw this question on Ijeoma's blog,I really want to tackle this one....<br /><br />From time immemorial, this question has plaqued women. For various reasons we have fought for the identity we deserve. By the way, we are also expected to completely shut down our opinion of each other,more for security reasons cause most of the time it's very unsavory.<br /><br />Why can't we say sumthin 'bout that muffin round sista who shouldn't be in a tank top but she is?<br />Or better still,Why can't you confront that heifer who's shamelessly flirting with your man in the club,specially since she knows you're there together?.<br /><br />The truth is we are quick tempered and judgemental. We are also very egregious. Don't hiss yet. But there are a lot of subtle issues that come to mind with this question and I will try my best to answer most of them.<br /><br />Once again,Why are we each other's worst enemies? Good question!</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>* You don't have to befriend every woman you come across, same reason you can't do a lot of things in life, they are either forbidden or just wrong.<br /><br />* In the workplace for instance, that woman of the same ethnicity will be first to rat you out in the event you step out of line, easy! she wants what's yours. </strong></div><strong><div><br />Classic example, I took a job once because there were a lot black women there, big mistake!<br />I was reprimanded for things I did or didn't do.My boss,who unfortunately is an older African American woman, thought I dressed "too provocatively" to be taken serious in the type of business we did, BS!. I left that job, ( best believe, any day I run into that old witch, it's on!). </div><div>The moral here is that I thought I was secure within my own people, now I know better.<br /><br />* Women try to displace each other, our competitive side wants that edge over the next female. For one, if they catch the eye of a good looking man, who for any reason reciprocates that glance, she finds out he's seeing someone else ( well most importantly if he's straight).Some chicks will shake dude down, till he rescinds his former flame and shags that female or wifes her.<br />I have even seen females try really hard I might add, to straighten very gay guys. So not worth it! </div><div><br />* Word of advice, if he's married or with another woman, please get to stepping, being a jump off at any age is just tacky.<br /><br />* I've met a few women who think the whole universe revolves around them.( funny someone accused me of this, I beg to differ sha lol!). But on the real, some chicks are sheisty like that, you must conform to their level or all hell is let loose.Aside from their very low self esteem issues, you have to babysit them and if your loyalty is in question for a second at the most they flip, heifer please!!!<br /><br />* Another set of females are the ones that think they are better than everyone else, classist and very set in their ways. Worse if they are born into money or married "old" money. The blue bloods I understand their "ako". But chicks who marry old money need not front, cause on the real, when they fall, it's usually flat on their face,without a forwarding address.<br /><br />* On the political scene and in business, we play just as dirty as any man. The only difference here is we shag for very real reasons. Ladies don't play yourselves,! please get paid or secure that corner office before you give it up, these men are wiser now. They get theirs, you better get yours!.<br /><br />* And yes, we fight over men! We really do, you might not be walking around with a razor, looking over your shoulders or stalking your boyfriend or ex- boyfriend's new flame. it might be more subtle. Ladies, most of us are guilty of this "ish". You know you've read his text messages, seen the pictures on his myspace account, checked his email, called his mama, called the new girl with a blocked number and drop the phone as soon as she picks up, or called his boys to beef. </div><div><br />Per adventure, you meet the "new" girl in the club, mall or a house party. You have the usual look over. Check her out, see what she's working with. if it ain't much, sigh! yawn, hiss and high five your girls.</div><div><br />But if the new chick comes in the club tight! OH HELL NO! You get all sweaty and break out in hives, remember all the terrible things dude did to you. Start to cuss and even cry. Woe betides this chick, if tight as she is, steps to you and spews ish!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Conversation could go something like this: </div><div><br /><br />New chick: <span style="color:#000099;">Hi, I know you!<br /></span><br />You:<span style="color:#cc0000;"> I'm sure you do!<br /></span><br />New chick: <span style="color:#000066;"><span style="color:#000099;">Just so you know, Eric has only good things to say about</span> you..<br /></span><br />You:<span style="color:#003333;"> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Oh really!</span> </span>( But you're really thinking, this b**tch has exactly 3 seconds to get outta my face, or I'm b**ch slapping her into christmas)<br /><br />New chick: <span style="color:#000066;">Nice dress by the way, are you having fun?? </span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">"No she didn't" ! Yes she did!!!<br /></span><br />You: At this junction,it depends on how much of a hoodrat you are, typically, she should be getting her weave pulled out and her face scratched. But, if there's any element of class in you,this is when you bid her good night, count your losses and go home to a tub of Ice cream and your remote controlled T.V or whatever gadget consoles you.<br /><br />It is what it is girls! We are what we are, but we can let go of a lot of vices when it has to do with our fellow women.No one is perfect and we are all a work in progress. That chick you're beefing with for any reason could turn around to become an important fixture in your life. Or atleast let's beef reasonably,no face scratching please...Plastic surgery does not fix everything, let's keep it sexyyyy aight!!<br /><br /><br /><br />As always,<br /><br />My 2 cents...</strong></div><br /><div></div>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847215048488302969.post-45599379652744640082007-06-22T11:46:00.000-07:002007-06-25T22:12:35.499-07:00This blogging sef!<strong>I know it's a little too early to throw in the towel or b**ch about blogging since I just got here, but do I even have any reasons to complain?.<br /><br />It's been a few weeks and I am already a self proclaimed blog whore. I am hitting up blogs, leaving comments and ish!, replying and even seeking out blogs that doesn't exist. This is not a fad for me, it's serious business.<br /><br />A few people I know will swear that it can't be me. where does she find the time?.How do you combine a full time job, responsibilities at home, building your own business and now blogging!!!!<br /><br />Hello! I multitask, I have to. If you live in a crazy city like I do, you need triathlette abilities and therapy of some sort to survive. I have seen a shrink before, thanks to insurance hard earned cash gone to waste. I tell you what is therapeutic, BLOGGING!<br /><br />My alter ego 2 cents is very prudish, she's in your face, calm and calculative, she's giving advise and admonishing, well that's not me!<br /><br />That person is not me at all! I'm not that together or calculated, I don't care for people's opinion. I have my eyes on the ish and I gets it!( Let me borrow from my beloved chicken heads).<br /><br />With a health condition, my parents wanted me to go to boarding house near them, well I emancipated myself at a very young age and went ahead to one very far from them, trying to prove, I could tough it out all by my damn self. That was one of the best decisions I ever made. It changed my entire life and outlook!!<br /><br />I digress but I'm back, my point is that I happened on a blog while whiling away time on a really boring conference call, read a few more links, finished that call and read some more and by that evening I was hooked. This was months ago, even then I figured, just read and move on and then something really personal prompted a change in my pace.<br /><br />I needed a sounding board, really do right now in my life. So one day, I sat there at work and looked at myself, I didn't like what I had become. I had started smoking again and had become really edgy, the few times my life had taken those turns, I didn't like myself at all. Had to take matters in my own hands. So, I got on that laptop and "found" myself.<br /><br />I'm typing away like my life depends on it, I felt a sense of relief, at work I'm putting clients on hold to blog, I get home and instead of getting a meal, I get to blogging..<br /><br />I read some blogs and become introspective, I read some and shed a tear. I read fineboy's blog and laugh so hard I have to catch myself, that boy is a trip!. I learn from blogging, I catch my mistakes and check myself. I have even made some blog pals in this few weeks too lol!.<br /><br />Will I throw in the towel now? Naaahhh! Don't intend to, I've always loved to write, it might not necessarily entertain but as long as I get the reader interested in my point of view. That's aight! I am not about games with this thing, I am about a movement of the consciousness of the soul.<br /><br />If my argument interests you, please by all means say something, encourage me, drop a comment or just send a shoutout to your baby mama or your homeboy. They might just be here checking out my blog..</strong>My 2 centshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951849995134832993noreply@blogger.com10