<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015</id><updated>2011-08-23T12:55:12.939-04:00</updated><category term='10th Annual Haitian Flag Day Celebration'/><category term='1.5year'/><category term='2009'/><category term='styling'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Wash'/><category term='books'/><category term='vulnerability'/><category term='Fifth Wash'/><category term='6th wash'/><category term='7th Wash'/><category term='3 Retightening'/><category term='poll'/><category term='ACV'/><category term='2nd Wash'/><category term='daily motivation'/><category term='6 Months'/><category term='Sister/Cousin'/><category 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term='memories'/><category term='dehydration'/><category term='fourth retightening'/><category term='official'/><category term='Naples'/><category term='Claudel'/><category term='ileaus'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='O&apos; Reilly'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='7th month'/><category term='Kompa'/><category term='Pinky Mush Mush'/><category term='pigtails'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='hurricane'/><category term='Senior'/><category term='Braid out'/><category term='Bantu Knots'/><category term='wax'/><category term='happy'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='journey'/><category term='blog'/><category term='facial'/><category term='options'/><category term='life'/><category term='Registration'/><category term='florida'/><category term='hawaii'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='anger management'/><category term='veggies'/><category term='missing'/><category term='Haiti'/><category 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Al Sharpton'/><category term='Death'/><title type='text'>iNatural</title><subtitle type='html'>Naturally Me, The Only Way I Know How To Be</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-785241068140662112</id><published>2010-06-04T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:34:50.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED: memeALLaboutME.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-top: 0.6em;"&gt;Well my blog is...we're moving a short distance over to Wordpress.com @ memeALLaboutme.com, hopefully this move will inspire me to blog more. As&amp;nbsp;a recent college graduate embarking on a new career journey as a publicist, in a new city. There is A LOT to blog about!! It's said that you're officially an adult once you move out on your own so by that concept I'm on a journey to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah you're supposed to figure out your likes and dislikes through out highschool and college these are your fine tuning moments. I guess my head was too far down in a book to figure those things out then, so, instead as I break into this new way of living I continue my journey of finding me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you'll continue to support me and my blog and ALL my endeavors, let's get back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-785241068140662112?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/785241068140662112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=785241068140662112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/785241068140662112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/785241068140662112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving.html' title='MOVED: memeALLaboutME.com'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-560051094259497954</id><published>2010-05-18T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:11:01.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Blog From iPhone now</title><content type='html'>This isn't really considered the next post but I'll share a picture any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/18/954.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/18/s_954.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move in two days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-560051094259497954?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/560051094259497954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=560051094259497954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/560051094259497954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/560051094259497954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-blog-from-iphone-now.html' title='I Can Blog From iPhone now'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6214341968635770110</id><published>2010-05-06T09:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:53:04.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey To PR'/><title type='text'>For Freedom Not For Beauty-Chrisette Michele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really wanted to share an excerpt from this poem by Chrisette Michele. It speaks such truth to my spirit and I figure it may do the same for another. To read the poem in it's entirety and view an exclusive interview with Chrisette Michele with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ChunckyChickzWorld.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TheChunckyChickz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://365voiceblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/exclusive-chrisette-michelle-talks-chad.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;365voice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;So perhaps there is a peace in becoming.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps the meaning is in the experience and not the sight.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe a flower grows because it suffocates underground.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether or not she is always noticed, beauty must become.&lt;br /&gt;
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She doesn’t look for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;
She doesn’t listen for a voice.&lt;br /&gt;
She just becomes,&lt;br /&gt;
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For Freedom Not For Beauty&lt;br /&gt;
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-Chrisette Michele &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I know I've strayed from speaking about hair on this blog in past post, but trust me the subject has not been out mind as much as its been out of sight. My natural hair journey has broadened my vision of beauty and multiplied the self love that I have for me. Through this I have gained confidence and learned who Cherline is as a person and I'm falling in love with her daily. Before, I went natural to find the meaning of beauty but instead I've found freedom. The freedom in knowing that I am naturally me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PS. It feels great to be a college graduate, I couldn't have come to this cross road at a better time. Think now I plan to get back to blogging, interesting things should be happening as I move out on my own and decorate my first apartment without a roommate. Not only that but I'm embarking on this PR Journey, a new career, in Sunny Miami Florida. The first day at the office in downtown Miami is most definitely going to be a blog-able moment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Next post will have pictures...graduation, parties, work, school, sorority life....so much to document.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Until then, I'll just be, naturally me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CheCh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6214341968635770110?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6214341968635770110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6214341968635770110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6214341968635770110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6214341968635770110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-freedom-not-for-beauty-chrisette.html' title='For Freedom Not For Beauty-Chrisette Michele'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2061321027804931198</id><published>2010-05-02T19:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:12:53.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorority life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class of 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S9-QfhbVQZI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mT3Wf2m6Yq0/s1600/DSCN5128-1copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S9-QfhbVQZI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mT3Wf2m6Yq0/s640/DSCN5128-1copy.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a college graduate...-sigh- what a relief. Finally the count down ended May 2, 2010 and I became the first in my family to obtain a bachelors degree! Yippee&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;sings&gt; School's out for..ever (not really but grad school is not on the brain at the moment.)&lt;/sings&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope all is well in your world!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; CheCh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2061321027804931198?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2061321027804931198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2061321027804931198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2061321027804931198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2061321027804931198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S9-QfhbVQZI/AAAAAAAAA-M/mT3Wf2m6Yq0/s72-c/DSCN5128-1copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4210365863010020215</id><published>2010-03-27T09:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:31:51.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Days Remaining</title><content type='html'>That's less than 4 weeks until this collegiate journey comes to an end, well maybe a break I'm still thinking I MAY return to school in 2 years to complete my Masters. Maybe, right now I'm too tired of school to think about school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy, busy, busy that's what I've been, but as I sat here working on my Senior Seminar term project I decided this was blog worthy. The assignment I'm working on is an adversary project: try to understand something/or someone I don't really understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that make any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My adversary is beauty, something I haven't been able to fully wrap my mind around. My premise is based on Tony Morrison's The Bluest Eye, &amp;amp; my own struggle with beauty which has made it my adversary. My classmates are all creating biographies of their drug addicted exes, rapist, killers and here I am and it all boils down to my hair and how it's affected my perception of beauty. At first my adversary was faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you CAN NOT ignore the Lord. I'm sitting here blogging before work and there is a knock on my door. The visitors ask to have Bible study with me for 5 minutes. This just happened not 20 minutes ago, busy as you want to be when the Lord demands his time you must give it to Him. I know He's been trying to get me to evaluate my faith and maybe I should change my project back to faith as my adversary but instead I'll pray that I'll stand still and listen to His message. My car radio has been dead for months then out of no where it statics until a week later the static becomes clearer and I hear Christian music through the speakers, I can't turn it off or on, I can't raise nor lower the volume. I said; "ok God I hear you, tomorrow I'll read my Bible". Tomorrow turned into weeks and finally He showed me He's still in control by saying no, not later, but today and right NOW. I'm grateful for their knock and I look forward to their next visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok well I'll tell you my grade but right now I have to get ready for work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4210365863010020215?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4210365863010020215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4210365863010020215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4210365863010020215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4210365863010020215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/03/36-days-remaining.html' title='36 Days Remaining'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7794132069815592215</id><published>2010-03-05T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:49:47.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>76 More Days Until!!</title><content type='html'>Oh look at me blogging twice in one week! LOL I'm a retard I know it but I had to quickly log on and share with the world that in 58 Days I graduate college. (&amp;amp;&amp;amp;The Crowd Goes Wild!!!!) Then 18 days after that I move out on my own again back to Miami!!!! (Happy Dance!!!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Important Dates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 2, 2010 Graduation (58 Days)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 12, 2010 Big Sis Born Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 18, 2010 My Sissy's (Other Big Sis) Born Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 20, 2010 I MOVE IN TO MY APT....&amp;amp; The journey to PR continues (76 Days)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Side Note:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Hair Needs A Retightening BAD!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7794132069815592215?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7794132069815592215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7794132069815592215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7794132069815592215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7794132069815592215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/03/76-more-days-until.html' title='76 More Days Until!!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6647946285787145564</id><published>2010-03-02T19:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:39:57.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Let's Try This Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really was going to blog on the night of January 11th, then ended up going out that night and said hey I'll do it tomorrow. Excuses! Well the next day earthquake comes out of no where and shakes up the motherland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; of Haiti and put me in a tale tail spin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S5EAOg7lEwI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lET5tXL1bek/s200/ATT1667621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445133673825637122" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S5EAO0rO6oI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JrwhDAkvwOw/s200/ATT1667622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445133679125785218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Things are sorta finally winding down, my Dad who was in Haiti at the time is home safe now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 5, 2010 Super Bowl Weekend Headed To Private Mansion Party Hosted by Ocho Cinco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;See beautiful Miami behind me as the wind blew in my locks! lol Cell phone pictures, candid photo of me reading pre-released Source issue about the earthquake in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S5EINfFhDMI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/xuqRqivynTg/s200/ATT1667680.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445142452243598530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S5EIM-gI0YI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/uolrPGmDuxY/s200/ATT1667618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445142443496886658" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S5EHaqQeJDI/AAAAAAAAA7I/q1Uga6P7wvs/s200/ATT1667682.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445141579069006898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;New Hat! Feb 26th, Day before my 23rd B-day I'm growing up! LOL and me just hanging out in my room a few weeks ago! Crazy hair loves it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6647946285787145564?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6647946285787145564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6647946285787145564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6647946285787145564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6647946285787145564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-lets-try-this-again.html' title='Okay Let&apos;s Try This Again!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/S5EAOg7lEwI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lET5tXL1bek/s72-c/ATT1667621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5007566138904373901</id><published>2010-01-11T09:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:24:37.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lockversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey To PR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 years'/><title type='text'>24 mths &amp; 5 days</title><content type='html'>So this isn't really the post that I said I would do but I was itching to blog before I get ready for school. 2010 resuscitate the blog? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a picture of me on the 5/6th, maybe I can find the one online since there were people taking pictures of me. I was in Tallahassee last week wasn't really thinking about my hair, but I did remember to tell people that I've been growing them from 2 years, man that feels good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to be continued
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts; CheChe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5007566138904373901?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5007566138904373901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5007566138904373901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5007566138904373901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5007566138904373901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/24-mths-5-days.html' title='24 mths &amp; 5 days'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-614987167304503537</id><published>2010-01-01T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:09:14.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I will be doing a real post soon! But I had to sign on and say Happy New Year! Muahz hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update video on my youtube channel, look in DivaTV section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sz6Of6K3VjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/2uaGpJqqV00/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421927680242570802" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Almost 2 Years!!!! Woot!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ CheChe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-614987167304503537?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/614987167304503537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=614987167304503537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/614987167304503537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/614987167304503537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sz6Of6K3VjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/2uaGpJqqV00/s72-c/IMG_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-1267366929705078347</id><published>2009-12-05T22:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:50:00.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Months?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok I seriously need to find my SanDisk Reader so that I can post pictures on here. LOL it's been months since I said I would do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well either way here's a video, shot today and I must admit my hair has grown A LOT, and I'm "luvin it" -2 Snaps- Today the front half of my head is a month away from being 2 years old. Tomorrow will be the back halfs. Wow, seems sort of surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Notice anything different about me in this video?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll tell you what it is during the next post.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday, Nov. 14, 2009 I attended Birthday Bash for 105.5 The Beat. That's one of the places that I'm interning, we had performances from T-Pain, Juvenile, &amp;amp; Omarion. T-Pain has a lot of talented artist under his NappyBoy record label-the sexy men of One Chance, The Retro Ahmed Bevins, and the Funky Fresh girl group Sophia Fresh I enjoyed all of their performances. I regret not speaking to the artist backstage. Juvenile eh ok I really didn't realize that he was still rapping so not much to say there but Omarion, I had a huge crush on in high school, but he's um...shorter then I am. I stood next to him and didn't realize it was him..eek?!?! So I didn't speak to him either, but boy can he dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed my time at the concert, and hopefully next time I'm at a concert backstage, I won't be hesitant to speak to the artist. I'm not a shy person, however, when it comes to the entertainment industry I have this fear of being seen as a groupie. I want to be respected, and seen professionally and in a sea of women throwing themselves at the artists' feet, I rather pull to the back then push forward and introduce myself and get lumped into the groupie category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, time to get this air-check of an on-air interview completed so I can head home. I'll work diligently to get pictures of my hair up soon. I'll update you on my fitness, and PR journey soon as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CheChe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-1631453526960968883?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1631453526960968883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=1631453526960968883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1631453526960968883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1631453526960968883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/11/update-journey-to-pr.html' title='Update-Journey To PR'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4332849175126677804</id><published>2009-10-30T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:47:01.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Update?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think it's time. After all this did start as a hair blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4332849175126677804?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4332849175126677804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4332849175126677804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4332849175126677804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4332849175126677804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair-update.html' title='Hair Update?!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5261687375201219454</id><published>2009-10-03T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:27:44.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Level'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sho Zoe'/><title type='text'>Sho Zoe Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:x-large;"&gt;Sho Zoe Birthday Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SsgHnbDztHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0hBGFsxS9xk/s320/ShoZoe_BDay+Flyer01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388565328008819826" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "Florida's Most Wanted" on Wednesday, October 7, 2009 at Level Night Club in Ft. Myers from 9pm - 2am. 105.5FM The Beat will broadcast live.
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Managers, Publicist and Artist RSVP by emailing EMA@EMASONASSOCIATES.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5261687375201219454?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5261687375201219454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5261687375201219454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5261687375201219454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5261687375201219454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/10/sho-zoe-birthday-celebration.html' title='Sho Zoe Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SsgHnbDztHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0hBGFsxS9xk/s72-c/ShoZoe_BDay+Flyer01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-1610853215371469596</id><published>2009-10-03T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:11:05.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop The Violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derrion Albert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Derrion Albert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2009/09/29/image5348835x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2009/09/29/image5348835x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;STOP THE VIOLENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have become a very angry society. How can teenagers stomp and beat their classmate to death with rail road ties?! What is it that makes society so angry? Some say it's survival of the fittest but if we're so afraid to die, why is it so easy to take the life of others?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This just makes me so mad!!! I've grown up in the same environment as these teens all my life and never could I see myself doing something so horrific. Authrorities believe the fight was the effect of a gang shooting earlier in the day, but you would think that after loosing someone to senseless violence someone would respond with "enough is enough", rather then taking the life of an innocent bystander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The same resounding question! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHY!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbs2chicago.com/local/derrion.albert.youth.2.1225973.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;READ MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-1610853215371469596?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1610853215371469596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=1610853215371469596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1610853215371469596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1610853215371469596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/10/rip-derrion-albert.html' title='R.I.P Derrion Albert'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2800817122225240511</id><published>2009-09-25T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:29:32.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home work'/><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Often, we get overwhelmed by everything we're doing and forget to zone in our objectives. Recently I had to sit back and analyze everything I was doing, what had I accomplished, what would I accomplish? By doing so, I realized that I was doing so much that I was not actually focused on anything. 27 credit hours, are no joke. 2 internships, a full time job... No wonder I was feeling like there weren't enough hours in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A typical day for me is wake up, read e-mails, shower, maybe have breakfast. If I'm going to school I'm there from 8am-1:45pm before I get a break. Fit in campus organizations and e-mails, the day rapidly flys by and it's 6:30 PM when I head for my night class. Directly from that class to the radio station. I'm there from 8pm-10pm. I get home by 10:30PM and my body screams sleep, so studying is neglected. Work days are normally 8-5:30PM class at 6:30PM same radio routine. I see my mother for 2 hours in the morning then I don't see her again, until the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have groups in every class, so when can I meet with them, with my schedule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Social life? Forget about it! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, in order to do all these things and do them well I decided I was missing one thing and I needed to reclaim it with a quickness. FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really need to study, I graduate May 2, 2010, these classes directly affect my future career, I need to focus! I will not lie, I haven't cracked open any of my school books since 2 weeks after school began. So, that's a lot of catching up that I need to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to give my all to both internships so although I love being at the radio station, many of the things I do there, will be maintained from home. I'll be managing the websites, getting my writing skills fine tuned a bit by doing so and once a week, Thursday evenings going in to work with equipment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My other internship, I need my creative juices to start flowing! My writing needs to improve as well, so my focus is there also getting my media list beefed up. I'm actually working in PR, and brand marketing with this internship. I really want to evolve with this. I want to WOW my internship director. Focus is definitely needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Working from home in the evenings will give me more time with my family and I love that. My mommy is going to be really pleased. Actually let's say the end for this blog post so that I can tell her the great news!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Au revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;hearts; Ch3Che&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2800817122225240511?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2800817122225240511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2800817122225240511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2800817122225240511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2800817122225240511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6814293087102146013</id><published>2009-09-22T22:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:34:34.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damas'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Damas Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tampabay.com/multimedia/archive/00086/a4s_familyslain09210_86154c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.tampabay.com/multimedia/archive/00086/a4s_familyslain09210_86154c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;Raised to have faith, I've always been told never to question God, but the resounding question when things like this happen is always "why?" followed by when "when will I understand?" Everyone says "it" comes to make you stronger, so I guess we have to believe that even though we don't know all the answers, some how we're able to continue on no matter what "it" is that comes to make us stumble along the way.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naplesnews.com/news/damas-killings/"&gt;News Article, Naples Daily News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;This is something out of a movie, not something one of my friends should be experiencing right now. This is not my family, but I am mourning the lost. I can't comprehend it, I'm not questioning God but my mind can't stop screaming "why?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6814293087102146013?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6814293087102146013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6814293087102146013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6814293087102146013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6814293087102146013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-damas-family.html' title='R.I.P Damas Family'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-3326799217761905345</id><published>2009-09-06T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:53:43.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I got my natural hair fix, checked out some of my favorite blogs, and it's seems everyone is doing great! I've been meaning to blog for Lord knows how long but time just has not permitted. I neglect my hair now, it's the sad truth. I often forget it's gotten longer until someone who hasn't seen me in a while makes a comment. Like yesterday, while in Miami visiting with my cousin she states, "I really like the way your hair is turning out, at first I wasn't too sure but now it really looks good. So, why did you decide to get dreads?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LOL I'm tired of answering that question and I've come up with a couple crazy reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't like to comb my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm joining a cult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Black Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But truth be told I don't have some remarkable story. It's just what I wanted and it's so much a part of me now that I can't recall a time without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I say I neglect my hair it's not for lack of loving it. It's just that I've become accustomed to not having to fret about it. I can wake up and go, a pony tail is no longer  a pony tail it's an up-do. My free style, lets my free spirit sore. I can't imagine going through this time in my life maintaining a weave or straight hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm in my final year of school taking 27 hrs, 2 internships one locally one in Miami, I work full-time, I'm VP of one club, and Pres of another.  It's a revolving door for me, and not having to stop to style my hair is a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;So, I love my locks for giving me one less thing to worry about. I don't mind the compliments they bring either! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm 1 year &amp;amp; 8mths into this relationship, it's not always easy but it's worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥ CheChe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-3326799217761905345?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3326799217761905345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=3326799217761905345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3326799217761905345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3326799217761905345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7352955906276804281</id><published>2009-08-08T09:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:36:38.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home work'/><title type='text'>Update #...? I dunno lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hey there!
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This post is long overdue, seeing as I was supposed to be posting almost everyday but as you can see that hasn't happen. I've been trying to get a video update on my hair done for weeks but hmph that hasn't been done either. The good thing about it all is that, it's not because I'm lazy or don't have the desire. Because, I do, really I do! It's just that the time management aspect of my life needs some fine tuning. Serious fine tuning,
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So, what has the Diva (yeah I still call myself such lol) been up to? Well other than the broken heart episode, I'm still working and interning, I have two internships at the moment and I love them both. If I had the choice to live comfortably and not work at my REAL job I would be doing my internship work full time. I seriously CAN NOT wait to graduate.
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Last month I went on a promo tour with an up and coming R&amp;amp;B artist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherisme.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cherisme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;promoting her hot single Fly Mamita, check her out tell me what you think. We were in Miami, Daytona, Orlando, Tampa, Tallahasse, Gainesville, Atlanta, it was tres awesome. I really didn't want to come home and back to work. I missed my family yeah naturally but everything else was like 2 fingers up peace out.
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Now, I just really need to work on coming out of this shell I seem to have. I'm not shy, really I'm not but for some reason I come off that way with new people. Even when I try hard not to! It's whack, and I have phone anxiety lol I hate talking on the phone with certain people. I'll text and e-mail like no other but when it comes to the phone I have to lock myself in a closet to have the conversation.
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Writing I used to think I was a great writer, well that's what people said to me but I don't have that journalistic style that's necessary as a public relations specialist. I have someone in mind to give me lessons BUT financial constraints.
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When I got back, my Dad came with me. Can you believe this man hadn't been to the hospital since I was 2 yrs old? That was in 1989 and come to find out he has diabetes and almost passed out in the apt. So, I was taking care of the pops and the momma dukes and playing referree between them, big love hate thing going on.
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School starts soon, hopefully I can get some blogs in and I'm going to take pictures, lots and lots of pictures, and get my but back in the gym! That Glady's and Ron's Chicken and Waffles Ohh it was good but boy did it mess up my imaginary abs!
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Well TTYL!
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♥ Ch3Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7352955906276804281?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7352955906276804281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7352955906276804281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7352955906276804281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7352955906276804281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-there-this-post-is-long-overdue.html' title='Update #...? I dunno lol'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-779753922605149810</id><published>2009-07-15T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:31:37.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Daily Motivation</title><content type='html'>The last few post have been sort of depressing haven't they? Sorry but that's where I am right now, not necessarily depressed but going through these things. Crazy that I'm sharing them online but oh well.
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&lt;b&gt;Update&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Things got worse! (I fell deeper and harder) LOL but, right now I can actually laugh about it. Monday I hung out with him and his family, and they remind me so much of my own family. So much love, and laughter and teasing! Made me remember that the reason I was drawn to him as my friend is because we're so much a like. Our goals are to do better for our families, and I admire that about him and I'm proud of him. That being said I'm still no booboo the fool and even though I've fallen deeper I know we need a break. The most important thing to me is our friendship and in order to see if any of it can be salvaged I have to let go.&lt;/i&gt;
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So, that leads to the daily motivations that I send to my friends. I haven't done them in a while being selfish but finaly today I was able to. It's just things that I've heard this past week put into one.&lt;blockquote&gt;

TXT: &lt;i&gt;Learning that one of the beauties of life is that pain never lasts, struggles bring you closer to God, and your problems tremble when you pray. God loves you and so do I!! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&amp;hearts; &lt;i&gt;CheChe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-779753922605149810?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/779753922605149810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=779753922605149810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/779753922605149810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/779753922605149810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/daily-motivation.html' title='Daily Motivation'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5770144299183673146</id><published>2009-07-12T10:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:09:26.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wright vs right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Don't Want It, "Not Anymore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes I do, sad but true. You've all heard the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LeToya Luckett&lt;/span&gt; song haven't you?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...I've realized I deserve somebody that'll treat me right...I know my worth so you can keep that drama cause I don't want it any more"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Hmm she should've said I don't need it anymore because though I don't need it, I want HIM. Dang got me shaking my head at myself. SAD! The drama, I could do without though, I really could, and that's what's given me my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chrisette Michelle&lt;/span&gt; "Ephiany"

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Maintaining a long distance friendship when you believe you've fallen in love with your best friend sucks. It is even worse when this one keeps going back to a dysfunctional relationship in which you always end up putting back the pieces. Then to find out from facebook off all things. Dang you social media! That they're back together. What is a friendships with lies? Where have we come to when it comes to this?

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When you've held on to memories of being cuddled in his large muscular arms while laughing at Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks 2 yrs ago in the movie theater to tide you over for next time. But images of him in the arms of another you deem unworthy quickly cause the memory to fade. Hide some of the pain.


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The cherry, top it off with the arguement you had via text because you couldn't tell him to his face that he lied and you're not having it; "Not Anymore" and he still couldn't admit to it. Then weeks later an unknown number appears on your missed call log because you erased him from your address book to find that he's in town.

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What goes through your mind?  What happens when he asks to see you?

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Well if you're me you go and pretend to be mad although elated to see the object of many sleepless nights materialized right before me. Though you sit in the car refusing him access and subliminally trying to tell him you know while asking him for the truth. You would end up helplessly wrapped in his arms inhaling his unique sent memorizing the mold of his body to hold you over until next time. If that torture is not enough the glutton you are for punishment you'll kiss him. Your first kiss, officially crossing that line of just friends bittersweet because if you truly love yourself it has to be the last.


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Then you would wake up the next morning with his smell all over your body and the pressure from his lips firmly pressed to yours. A phantom kiss...

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So, what's next? You arm yourself with "Pretty Wings" and fly to the shower and wash away the memories and pray that "time will bring an end to our trial, one day there'll be no remnants no trace, no residual feelings" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maxwell &lt;/span&gt;

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Maybe one day I won't remember... and if "This Isn't Love"-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer Hudson &lt;/span&gt;I'll get the answer to what it really is.

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Go to church and get wrapped in the arms of the ultimate lover, and brace myself for the face off, admit to him as well as myself the issues. Yet still thinking:

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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though
'cause someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find

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&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then the phone rings, and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Wright&lt;/span&gt; how ironic? But is he really my Mr. Right, broken hearted doesn't mean I'll settle. But that's another post.

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Wish me luck!

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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ &lt;i&gt;CheChe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5770144299183673146?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5770144299183673146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5770144299183673146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5770144299183673146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5770144299183673146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-want-it-not-anymore.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want It, &quot;Not Anymore&quot;'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2476487255378419185</id><published>2009-07-10T19:17:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:25:34.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O&apos; Reilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson. Al Sharpton'/><title type='text'>Death Of Slave Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Artists if you can even call them that, these days are getting hits with songs titled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the death of auto tune&lt;/span&gt;". Lesson learned? Music without substance sales. Okay I'm not saying that Jay- Z's song lacks substance, the general out-put of music today lacks substance. When an artist has to stop making quality music to send out a PSA to the masses we've hit an all time low. This teaches us, the public will soak up anything they are given, and accept it whole hearted as reason.
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Knowing how fickle the general public is, why doesn't someone kill the slave mentality plaguing the black community? Race has been a rising issue in the weeks following the death of the world's "King of Pop", &lt;u&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson&lt;/u&gt;. Ironic how a man who had us all singing at the tops of our lungs to look at the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man in the Mirror?&lt;/span&gt;", because "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are Not Alone&lt;/span&gt;" let's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beat  It&lt;/span&gt;", by "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Human Nature&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It Doesn't Matter if You're Black or White&lt;/span&gt;" just "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heal the World&lt;/span&gt;". Is now currently still being ridiculed by the ignorance of most, after death.
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The only come back our black leaders can come with is that our psyche has been tarnished by the angst of slavery. Really, are you serious? Listen here, Michael Jackson was a grown behind man, and though many black people do hate their blackness, and it may partly stem from slavery we can not continually blame "the man" for our short comings in the department of self love.

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If you've been under a rock lately, you probably have missed the passing of Michael Jackson and the following bashing by Bill O' Reilly on his black iconic status. Leaving you at a lost about my ranting. Yet, I highly doubt event the comatose have missed this. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;O' Reilly's argument is that because MJ bleached his skin, and chose to have children that are white, black people shouldn't accept or call him a black/AA icon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Last I checked O' Reilly was white, so to me his opinion of what I or other black people should do has no merit. It's simple mathematics. MJ's momma and daddy are black, entire family is black, his birth certificate most likely states he is black, and I'll go further to say his death certificate says so as well. This equation equates to this, nothing he ever did to his outer appearance could ever change the fact that he was born and died a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt; man. White children do not automatically take your black card. Sorry O'Reilly, if so we may have to give Madonna and Angelina a black card for their house full of adopted black children. Saying you have vililago or bleaching your skin, which ever it was that he did, can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; remove ones blackness. So, even if he tried to run from it he could not.


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No matter how often slave masters, put blacks against blacks, for the color of their skin, the texture of their hair, the girth of their hips, the width of their nose. In the end, they still shared commonality. They were and would always be black. Genocides stem from this ignorance, and nothing can easily erase hate let a lone self hate. But when our ancestors, and others fought for our freedom and won. We also gained the responsibility for our actions. If we failed to teach our people that we are beautiful and worthy of love as we are also made in His divine image. Then this can not be blamed on the white man any longer, but the failure is in our teachings.


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I just had to get that off my chest, because as a dark skinned, black Haitian-American woman I love all of my blackness, even in the darkness when you can't see me unless I open my eyes and smile! I love the texture of my woolly hair and take pride in my regal nose. One day I'll even embrace my child bearing hips if I ever get some! Michael Jackson is not the first nor will he be the last person on earth to ever change their appearance now that technology and medical advances permit them to do so. When attacked for wearing weaves, and colored contacts,bleaching or tanning, ones skin, the counter argument should not readily be fired back "it's because of slavery". &lt;b&gt;BULL DOOKIE&lt;/b&gt;!!! The chains were broken long ago, kill the mentality. It is because we have failed in teaching how to love properly.

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I read and heard the news of his passing, and ignored my television, but even after his memorial the ignorance still continues. It's weird how I cried out for joy at hearing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT GUILTY&lt;/span&gt; verdict but haven't cried tears of mourning for his passing. I think a part of me is elated that he may have found rest in the arms of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince of Peace.&lt;/span&gt;
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We really shouldn't waste our time arguing against fickle people especially with such a weak argument. We are no longer slaves. Point blank, Michael's contributions while living to the global community fit the definition of humanitarian, his music broke molds defining him as an innovator, his music gave inspiration, by definition he is classified iconic, and by birth he is a black man.
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Get a better come back!

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♥ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CheChe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2476487255378419185?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2476487255378419185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2476487255378419185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2476487255378419185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2476487255378419185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-of-slave-mentality.html' title='Death Of Slave Mentality'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-1811462737782417548</id><published>2009-07-08T20:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:33:11.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guichard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gui Gui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1.5year'/><title type='text'>What up What up What up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I'm sorry I left you all with such a sad post at the top for so long but things have been fast paced these past few months. BUT through it all lessons have been learned, like for one...I don't have to always answer my phone or respond to text. Such a simple lesson but it took a long time to come to terms with. I have two phones, an iPhone &amp;amp; a blackberry, and often my laptop is with me. Although I'm proud to say this week my baby has remained at home! People basically have 24/7 access to me, and I feel obligated to respond at times, that is definitely changing!
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How am I doing with the lost of my Gui?

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I deal with things by NOT dealing with them, I close myself off to the situation and push myself into something that displaces emotions. It's kind of like drinking away ones sorrows. It's not easy especially as I sat here thinking that today is the John Legend concert that we were texting about the night before he passed, I miss him and feel like I took him for granted while he was here. I don't want to do that with anyone else I love. Yet at the same time my emotions seem to have been sealed off. I still haven't cried over Michael Jackson even after watching such a touching memorial service yesterday. I pushed it to the side, even made jokes just to keep emotions at bay.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Example: Yesterday driving home w/ my best friend &lt;a href="http://www.ludzlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ludie&lt;/a&gt; listening to "The Way You Make Me Feel" and out the blue I say I'm mad Gui gets to meet Michael Jackson before me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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Oh Lord I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I'm a work a holic. I'm going to learn how to rest and put me first...soon. I've been told that I need to slow down, although right now I feel like life is too short. I'm trying to make a name for myself, make my mommy, family and friends proud so it's full speed ahead to my objectives.
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I'm still in school expecting to graduate May 2010, though for my minor I'll still have 2 classes to take that summer.
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I'm interning @ Clear Channel Radio w/ Radio Personality &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/deejayquest"&gt;Dj Quest&lt;/a&gt; of 105.5 The Beat &amp;amp; @ &lt;a href="http://emasonassociates.blogspot.com/"&gt;E. Mason &amp;amp; Associates&lt;/a&gt;.

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  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel blessed to have an opportunity to work close with these individuals, Quest I've known since high school and has helped with all of my annoying inquiries about the entertainment industry, allowing me to hang out at the radio station after school and giving me insider leads. He ultimately landed me the internship with E. Mason &amp;amp; Associates which handles media relations for artist like Rick Ross and Flo Rida.

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In the past few mths, I've been on stage with Maybach Music Artist, writing reviews for events that I never would have dreamed attending, traveling to different states to promote upcoming artist, backstage all access pass to shows of artist that I DVR'd, shopping sprees, to spruce up my wardrobe.

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Thinking back on these past few months even with the sad moments, it's all been a beautiful and blessed learning experience. While going full speed ahead, I'm coming into my own as a young adult, it's almost as if I'm meeting myself for the first time and I'm so intrigued. Seeing my future by faith and it's strengthing my soul. I'm going to be all right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;

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Well I've gone on enough, so I'm going to end this post here, soon I'll update you about my hair 1.5 years as of 2 days ago (so proud that I didn't notice that until I just typed it LOL!), new niece, my clothes, my adventures, love? possibly lol. More on the road to my career and any other interesting tidbits or ramblings I can think of.

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I really need to blog more!!
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e-kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;


&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CheChe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-1811462737782417548?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1811462737782417548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=1811462737782417548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1811462737782417548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1811462737782417548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-up-what-up-what-up.html' title='What up What up What up'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-8897890899671639458</id><published>2009-05-24T12:21:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:40:03.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guichard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gui Gui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Louis May 21st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claudel'/><title type='text'>Guichard Claudel "Gui Gui" Jean-Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a new guardian in heaven. I will admit that Thursday I was mad, Lord knows I was mad because I couldn't believe it. I mean we were just texting on Wednesday night, remember I was asking you about the Sermon on the Mount? I couldn't grasp what Jesus meant by "blessed are those who are poor in spirit" and you helped me to try and figure it out. The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SiO7zDtcTEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/DgoqtUoarHc/s1600-h/UBP2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SiO7zDtcTEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/DgoqtUoarHc/s200/UBP2007+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342320068835167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n when I couldn't figure it out you advised me to research it further. But you know me, I didn't my excuse was that I was at work but truth be told I had given up and gotten distracted. Edward and I read it together that night and I think I got a better understanding of it. Then you texted me about the India and John Legend concert. You never answered my last text, "are u going?" Guess I got my answer now huh? I was meaning all day Thursday to text you for my answer and to tell you about the conversation I had with Edward. Reminded me so much of when we first met. We would pray before getting off the phone together sometimes we would pray and just sleep on the phone together and wake up the next day and pray together. My sister thought we were crazy! But we saw nothing wrong with it.
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&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sp0ke about you that day before I knew what had happened going down memory lane remembering the things you did that made you such an exceptional person. I think we were going to the mall but I had to wash the dishes and iron my clothes before I could get ready, and you did them for me. I jokingly said "Gui, would you wash the dishes for me and iron my clothes so I can take a shower?" You got right up and did it for me. I was telling my sister that story laughing and smiling about it thinking I need to call my Gui Gui and see if he's going to the concert and to tell you what I felt the verse meant. All that time you were already gone and I didn't even know it. I read Ms. Dailey's e-mail and even though I read your name I didn't put it together I was thinking it must be some new kid Guichard couldn't be my Guichard. Then I called your phone and Rose confirmed it and I didn't know what to do. I just rushed off the phone all I could say was sorry like I had the wrong number. Man do I wish I had the wrong number. I texted Teri, hoping that she would tell me it was all a twisted joke but she called me back and said there would be a memorial service in less than an hour. I don't know what gave me the strength to get to the church.  All those people love you Gui, you made us smile so much while you were here that it was hard to cry for long. I felt you there the entire time. I saw Justin and boy does he look just like you. He's such a goofy baby and I love him so much. Teri is being strong and Justin keeps everyone smiling just the way you did. That little boy is going to grow up surrounded by people that love him because they loved you. I know you wouldn't have left him any other way.  I can remember when you told me, well when the news dropped that you had a son. Sitting in the cafe eating my strawberries when Monique asked to see his picture. The room got s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SiO8oBqJX-I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Fwai6T-Tiow/s1600-h/SD530610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SiO8oBqJX-I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Fwai6T-Tiow/s200/SD530610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342320978817540066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o silent, but I wasn't even mad about it, because I knew we would talk later and when we did the conversation went deep. I learned so much about who you were and the struggles you faced behind that flawless smile and all I wanted to do was be there for you until the end of time. I wanted to help you carry your load. You were destined for greatness and I wanted to make sure nothing got in your way. I asked if I could be a part of your sons life and you gave me the go ahead to contact Teri. I'm sorry I got mad at you and challenged you to be there more for him I didn't do it because I thought ill of you. I did it because I knew the potential you had as his father. Never could you be a teen statistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry that I pushed you away. But you know I'm a punk when it comes to those things, never thought my time with you would be cut so short. So many things I missed, so many things you hadn't heard from me recently. The last time I hugged you I should've held on tighter. Rather then letting things get in the way last weekend I should have gone to the senior ceremony. I want to hear you call me Che, man even hearing you call me "kid" would be fine right now. Who's going to sing happy birthday to me next year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You really make me want to do better. Even when I was hard on myself you called me your inspiration. Now I feel I have to work 100 times harder to make you proud, to hear you say well done. Gui help me to be strong, guide me give me a few heavenly pointers. I can't promise I won't cry but please just let me feel your presence.

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Tell the heavenly Father great things about us :)

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See you soon... forever my Gui Gui

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Love,
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Your Che
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-8897890899671639458?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8897890899671639458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=8897890899671639458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/8897890899671639458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/8897890899671639458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/05/guichard-claudel-gui-gui-jean-louis.html' title='Guichard Claudel &quot;Gui Gui&quot; Jean-Louis'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SiO7zDtcTEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/DgoqtUoarHc/s72-c/UBP2007+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4589421263976033302</id><published>2009-05-16T16:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:14:44.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't updated about my hair in a long time so I figured today while I'm bored at work doing nothing would be better than any other day to update :). Okay so here it goes.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My locks are officially 1 year 5mths and 10days old LOL! I've lost the desire to take a picture of my hair every moment because they have become such a natural part of me that it's no longer a novelty. I'm comfortable in this skin not only because of my hair but because I'm finding out a lot of things about who I am as a young woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8mpO9F4cI/AAAAAAAAA2w/BhixrxeIPK4/s1600-h/Sepia.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336526573288153538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8mpO9F4cI/AAAAAAAAA2w/BhixrxeIPK4/s200/Sepia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hair is just the icing on the top because I am looking fierce while doing me! *two snaps* LOL I haven't become a product junkie and still wear my hair free style most of the time. Occasionally I do a braid out for a special occassion or just pull them to the side for a dramatic effect. I can comfortably get all of my locks pulled back into a ponytail and it's pretty bushy. That was exciting when I figured it out. These days I wear a rumber band around my wrist to get my hair out of the way on a hot florida day.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8m5fAcApI/AAAAAAAAA3A/pVppuzmgiEw/s1600-h/IMG00324-20090323-1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336526852475060882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8m5fAcApI/AAAAAAAAA3A/pVppuzmgiEw/s200/IMG00324-20090323-1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting a lot of compliments for my hair as well as family members asking me to send them a picture of my hair so that they can show their friends that are contemplating locks. One of my cousins whenever I see her she's asking me to style her hair the same. LOL maybe I need to take a consultant class? No, can't afford that at the moment.
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Back to the compliments for a moment, I guess you can say I'm sorta kind of dating now and black men are diggin' the locks. I was a bit afraid of what their reactions would be but they like it. Of course I still immediately get on the defense when people that haven't seen me in years ask why I made the change but they save themselves when their next sentence is that they absolutely love it!

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No serious prospects on the dating front, other things are still my main focus at the moment but it's good getting out every now and again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm so what else is new? Nothing really just learning how to act my age, relax and enjoy the las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8mu8H1zhI/AAAAAAAAA24/BhhDNrgBq5M/s1600-h/B&amp;amp;W.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336526671312178706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8mu8H1zhI/AAAAAAAAA24/BhhDNrgBq5M/s200/B%26W.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t year of my college education before I hope in to my dream career and embark on the journey of grad school.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm happy livin', lovin', and laughin'. Enjoying my napptural self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well until next time which I hope is a lot sooner forgot how relaxing it is to just sit back and write. I'll spell check this later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;-Ch3Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4589421263976033302?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4589421263976033302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4589421263976033302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4589421263976033302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4589421263976033302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sg8mpO9F4cI/AAAAAAAAA2w/BhixrxeIPK4/s72-c/Sepia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-3516655499273760115</id><published>2009-04-21T07:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:39:11.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper Than Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday April 20th, 2009 Def Jam recording artist Rick Ross was “giving the street&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmGrBWXsjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BGUBTAtYZlo/s1600-h/SNV32549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330439707624452658" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmGrBWXsjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BGUBTAtYZlo/s200/SNV32549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s what they want” proving that his music goes “Deeper Than Rap” the title of his third LP. Hundreds came out to celebrate the release of Rick Ross’ third album at club Mansion on South Beach.


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The night got started in full swing on the red carpet as different media outlets competed for the attention of artist a few of those in attendance were Maybach &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmHGkxClaI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/uMb1tZjKn0M/s1600-h/SNV32577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330440180988024226" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmHGkxClaI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/uMb1tZjKn0M/s200/SNV32577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Music group artist, ( Dj Cox, R&amp;amp;B singer MassPikeMiles “Triple C” which consists of GunPlay, Torch and Young Breed, Reggae Artist Magazeen and Scotti Boy). NFL players from the Bronco’s and Miami Dolphins. Artist Bizzle, Ballgreezy and Sho Zoe.



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&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The unofficial host of the night DJ Khaled kept the party live and in order while hundreds of fans waited for the arrival of the Boss. As a fight broke out DJ Khaled was able to immediately calm things down reminding everyone what we were there for and followed it up with a dose of artist Ace Hood. Ace Hood preformed two of his hit singles Cash Flow, and Overtime preparing the crowd for Rick Ross.

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The deep bass voice of Miami’s very &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmHxYZVy_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/IyTdNx3_I0E/s1600-h/SNV32526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330440916401769458" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmHxYZVy_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/IyTdNx3_I0E/s200/SNV32526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;own &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmHdRj53hI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/X0AVldxAl4E/s1600-h/SNV32515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330440570969644562" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmHdRj53hI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/X0AVldxAl4E/s200/SNV32515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thundered across the speakers through out the club announcing his presence and at 2:57am the party officially got started as Rick Ross greeted his fans and continued to treat them with performances from his newest album “Deeper Than Rap”.
The front of the stage was lined with people as Ross preformed, a magnetic pull filling you with the desire to be right there on stage with him. Unwilling to miss a second of his performance of, Maybach Music, Getting Face, Magnificent, and All I Really Want. Judging from the crowd reaction Ross’ third album is a certified banger. The energy he emitted while performing on stage commanded attention. As he sipped champagne and incorporated the entire Maybach &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmIFXfIWxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6-7NjExKaaE/s1600-h/SNV32556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330441259755002642" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmIFXfIWxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6-7NjExKaaE/s200/SNV32556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Music Group in his performance.
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Tonight Rick Ross showed that he is the Boss of Miami and the city came out deep to show their support for the rapper. “Deeper Than Rap” is available in stores as of April 21, 2009. Rick Ross will be at Brandsmart USA, 4320 NW 167 St in Miami, FL from 6:30 to 8 for an album signing.

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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;♥ Ch3Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-3516655499273760115?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3516655499273760115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=3516655499273760115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3516655499273760115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3516655499273760115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/04/deeper-than-rap.html' title='Deeper Than Rap'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SfmGrBWXsjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BGUBTAtYZlo/s72-c/SNV32549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7417485296801059573</id><published>2009-04-16T07:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:24:47.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing</title><content type='html'>Have I told you that I want to be a PR specialist? Well if I haven't now you know. Public relations involves a lot of writing, and most of it isn't the flowery creative writing style that I'm used to dishing out. It's concise straight to the point and tells the reader what they need to know. So, I'm practicing tell me what you think.

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How many people have you noticed with tattoos written in languages they don’t speak? For all they know they could be walking around with “stupid idiot” permanently engraved on their body. Rihanna just so happens to be one of these unfortunate people, poor girl must have crossed paths with a black cat earlier in the year. She just can’t catch a break and the press is on her again about her recent tattoo. Ms. Good Girl Gone Bad recently added a set of guns and some wise words from The Bhagavad Gita, the Hindu holy text written in Sanskrit.  The tat looks great there are no questions about that. The problem is the tattoo artist got the scripture wrong! Can we get a spell check please? Better yet a Hindu tattoo artist! Here is what The  Sun is saying about the ink.


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An Aussie expert on an education website says the first part means “forgiveness, honesty, suppression and control” and is from Gita, a holy Hindu Sanskrit scripture, but says it is “incorrectly written”

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Stick to English and Stars RiRi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7417485296801059573?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7417485296801059573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7417485296801059573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7417485296801059573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7417485296801059573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/04/practicing.html' title='Practicing'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/Sedb_sasVzI/AAAAAAAAA1w/NeWAlQM7-7s/s72-c/0414_rihanna_tattoo_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6631164250440175254</id><published>2009-04-14T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:32:38.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Hair Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK1fTpozkpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK1fTpozkpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6631164250440175254?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6631164250440175254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6631164250440175254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6631164250440175254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6631164250440175254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-hair-experiment.html' title='Social Hair Experiment'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-8930723619358994110</id><published>2009-03-15T11:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:58:14.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I haven't been posting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zp1FIIEb_EU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="284" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to replace my sister's vehicle and save to get me one too! I haven't really been updating because my mind is preoccupied. I'm trying to get focused. I have updates on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inaturaldiva.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tumblr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;account trying to keep that updated with the 365 day challenge. I also have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/inaturaldiva"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;twitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so hit me up :). Hopefully I can get a hair up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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I also recently started an internship at Clear Channel Radio, they're all over the place and their Hip-Hop syndicate is the Beat, there is  a variation of them everywhere...like I know in Miami it's like 103.5 the Beat and even Y100. I don't know it's really exciting...nothing went on in this city before they came to town , what was it 8 or 9 years ago nothing I mean NAWTING ever went down. Now, everything that does happen they're normally apart of. So, this is going to be a great experience and wonderful eye opener, a way to network get me out of the house because lawd knows I want to work in the media but I'm rarely out in the lime light. I still have some of that shy awkwardness about me that I'm trying to shed off.

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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than school the personal life is moving a long...been on a few dates already this year if that's any indication on how the rest of the year plays out, then I'm pleased. FREE FOOD lol jk. It's nice socializing with other people my age. It gives me a chance to filter through B.S. people I guess when I'm ready for a relationship I'll have some type of experience and I won't be some doey eyed novice.

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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week alone has been a lot of ups and downs! Lost two people due to violence and it's hard reading their obituary in the news paper because they're using their mugshots. I guess this is why I want to be in the media because we don't have that much representation there. Yes, I understand they've done bad things during their time on earth but that shouldn't out shadow the good that their friends and family will remember them for. The positive changes they made before their lives were snatched away. So, this next weekend I'll be going to a double funeral which is a huge no bueno.
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I have scholarship essays to write, and I believe that for one of them this will be the topic that I use, the representation of black or just ethnic people in the media in general and how I feel that my going into the communication field will have a positive impact. Any essay ideas hit a sister up lol I'm on a permanent writers block.
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Obama came to my city yesterday...I felt so sad because he was so close yet so far away. I live 5 minutes down the street from the convention center where they were having the town hall meeting. If only I knew where to stand in line to get tickets. I sure would have been there, but I wasn't so I missed it and had to go to whack behind school! They even had to drive down MLK which is in my neighborhood to get him back to the airport so even then I could've stood on the side of the road just to see his entourage go by. Seeing that in person is really exciting! I saw it once when I was in D.C. and its just really interesting. Like I said nothing happens in Fort Myers so this was huge. My mommy even went out to see him leave. I'm glad that she got the experience. I didn't get to meet him this time around but I'm going to meet him!! That guy that's been splashed on every news channel and is all over YouTube right now normally calls the radio station every night! I went to school with him...he's really that loud and high strong so it's not a plant that they put in the room lol he's really like that. So, let's hope he enjoys his few minutes of fame. He couldn't even answer his phone last night to give us a quick interview! LOL must be nice.
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Well let me eat this breakfast and get going I have a LOOOOONG day ahead of me.
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is my lastest YouTube video enjoy the madness!


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A look at my first year with locks. It took forever because I procrastinate and then YouTube was tripping hard body!
My hair has really grown...ooooooo boy oh boy I can't wait to see what happens in 2009. Thanks for sticking with me in 08!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-395111368301571429?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/395111368301571429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=395111368301571429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/395111368301571429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/395111368301571429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-back.html' title='A Look Back...'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7035381259291371065</id><published>2009-01-20T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:52:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Deferred</title><content type='html'>Now a dream fulfilled? Are we really here? As I'm sitting here in the student union watching CNN live inauguration coverage I have so much emotion coming over me. Just yesterday we celebrated Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.'s holiday and today 40 years later it would seem his dream is coming true. No dream is too big. Glory be to God we're going to make it!! I have my OBAMA shirt on no one is going to steal my joy today. I didn't really feel it on Nov. 4th but boy oh boy am I feeling it right now. I can't wait to see what this new administration will bring forth. I can't wait to do MY part in it all, what I would do to be there right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7035381259291371065?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7035381259291371065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7035381259291371065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7035381259291371065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7035381259291371065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-deferred.html' title='A Dream Deferred'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7117738728320318691</id><published>2009-01-10T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:58:59.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SWi3dHVUytI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Ij00GPyawjE/s1600-h/Twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SWi3dHVUytI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Ij00GPyawjE/s320/Twins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289679473159228114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I promise I have two heads at sometimes..I say I'm going to do this, and another side of me says "nah uh, we're doing this."
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For example, at work yesterday I say I'm going to be passive aggressive..nod and agree, say a lot of "I understand how that could be your perception". If only "we", me and my other self would have just stuck to that plan. I'm going on 22 and it feels like I'm just going through puberty at times, the crazy mood swings people speak about when they're "perioding". Yeah like my word? "Perioding".
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Band guy still hasn't called  and while one side of me could careless, the other side is being really whack so I had someone change my Myspace password so that I don't know it and keeps my other side from writing him and saying something stupid. Goodbye to Myspace for a while. That's fine with me seeing as before I added him as a friend I had not been using it often at all.
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So my one year video still isn't up...pure laziness is the reason...I can't find the song to set it to so I haven't finished it. I finished my first week at the new school and I'm still alive. I think that means it was a good week. I cooked!!! That doesn't happen often, that picture is on my tumblr account. After that there isn't much else new.
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Going back to meditating...my mantra for this week: “the best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”- Ghandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7117738728320318691?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7117738728320318691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7117738728320318691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7117738728320318691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7117738728320318691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-promise-i-have-two-heads-at-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SWi3dHVUytI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Ij00GPyawjE/s72-c/Twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4857170596164925950</id><published>2009-01-05T06:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:43:24.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay it's not officially one year yet considering the back half of my head wasn't fully installed a year ago today but for the front half of my head it is! -cabbage patch- -butterfly- lol Oh my gurdness it came so fast I can't believe it. You guys have to see the pictures...and you will but not today, soon because I'm not finish yet. 
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;       How's everyone doing with their fitness challenge/journey? Well I got back on the ball Dec. 25th that was my Christmas gift to myself I couldn't wait until the new year to start it off again, because that would just be too much of a jinx. For Christmas before everyone woke up I put on my walking clothes and my iPod and started walking, I walked for two miles before the blisters on the heel of my feet said "nah buddy" so my sister had to drive me back home lol! But hey I walked the two miles.-snap- :)  I continued to do quick little work outs at home and then Friday 01/02/2009 after picking up my books I went to the gym and did some upper body strength training with weights and some ab work out. Saturday I couldn't make it to the gym because of my schedule but that's another discrepancy in itself, but I wore leg weights to work and actually worked out in the store lol. Call me a hotmess but  a girl has to do what she has to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; I did jump squats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;, goodmornings, lunges and ten push ups at work lol. Yeah I had my coworkers ready to give me advice ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;out good exercises to do. If my ball was big enough I'd bring it to work and use it as my chair today get some core work done lol. Last but not least I started boxing last night!!! Oh my gosh it is the reason for which my body is sore and numb at the same time. This dude had be jump roping for 3 minutes!! I am a big breasted girl even with my 3 sports bras I still had bouncing. Then he had me squatting across the room, sit ups, and crunches, punching the bag. Learned my stance my jab and my stick! He said I was a fast learner and as much as my body hurts right now I can't wait for the next time. I'm walking around the apartment on my tippy toes just waiting to stick and move. 
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;        I think what has my body hurting so bad though is because the night before I went out with my sister and one of the besties! We went to this bar to meet up with my co workers. One of them was auditioning girls for a Cayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;te Ugly night at the bar, where the girls would be dancing on the bar. I decided hey that sounds like I'll get a good laugh from it so I immediately called for a girls night out. My sister wasn't having as much fun with it, especially not when one of the girls decided she was going to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SWID56GNxLI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NBwqR5DgtqM/s1600-h/SNV32334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SWID56GNxLI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NBwqR5DgtqM/s200/SNV32334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287793205869135026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;jump on the bar with a mini dress showing all the world her "business" so we only stayed for an hour. We left to go to a, well I'm not really sure what it's call in english but it's where you have a live band playing and you can eat or dance. Any how the band was a Haitian band by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mingabel"&gt;Gabel&lt;/a&gt;, and they have this song "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkwBOaljfcY"&gt;koute kem&lt;/a&gt;" which translates to Listen to My Heart. It's so sweet and the original lead vocal has this tone that makes you swoon. But any how, though I like that one song from them at first I didn't want to go in because the place looked so dead and it was a $20 cover but after enou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;gh talking outside w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;e pay go in and decide to eat, I took a picture of their mural, didn't think I would be getting on the dance floor. While we're eating with our fingers, (griot is best eaten with fingers lol) and chair dancing acting stupid, a group of guys comes and sits in our area. My back was facing them so I didn't know who they were, later I found out it was the band. My friend kept trying to get me to dance with her so instead I turn aro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;und and asked the first guy I saw to dance with her, he smiled and he had a be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;autiful smile so I continued to be my regular annoying self. I a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;sked his name, he gave me his stage name and then tried to tell me he legally changed it to Flav. I wasn't buying that we spoke about some other random stuff and to my surprise I find out he's actually the new lead singer for the group lol! I felt a bit slow. Here I am at their show and I only really know one of their songs and didn't even know what the members of the band look li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ke lol. Well I asked him to sing my favorite song which they had already sang earlier in their set but guess what they sang it again!! That was so sweet and even though he asked me to stand in front of him as he sang it I was too shy lol and I didn't want my eyes being scratched out by a hater, I stood there for a second to mouth thank you and then proceeded to dance off to the side with my girls, we danced all night and just had fun not taking ourselves as serious as the girls that were half naked on the dance floor. Jesus needed to take the wheel on their wardrobe for real!  After their second set he actually came back and sat with us, so my sister and friend proceeded to call him my boy friend for the rest of the night lol. I hugged him when we left and they started up again like you should've given him your number! Oops it's almost time for work. So long story short, we're friends on myspace and this morning when I responded to his message I gave him my number. We'll see if he uses it.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;        O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;y so th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;at describes the three pictures. 1st one is my books for school Jan 2nd, Jan 3rd the restaurant slash club for Gabel, &amp;amp; Jan 4th boxing!! Wonder what will be worth taking a picture of today?   I won't continue to update the blog with the pictures this site &lt;a href="http://inaturaldiva.tumblr.com"&gt;just&lt;/a&gt; for those so that you can just flip through them easily.    Today starts photo project numero deuce!  Happy almost fully one year to me!!!!!
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Something else is different...the blogspot address has been officially change to iNaturalDiva.blogspot.com...I'm still DivaLaReine and I'll have to tell you a story about how I got that name one day but not today just know that to get here it's iNatural.blogspot.com now! My picture website is iNaturalDiva.tumblr.com tres simple!

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah okay so 2008 wasn't that great lol but it's 2009 and I can't wait to see what this year has in store for me. Yesterday I picked up my books from school and it was awesome!!! I only had to pay $195.00 that already let's me know that 2009 is going to be a year to save money. Like I still have some of my paycheck left that's great!!!!! Yippe&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back in 2005 I said that in 2009 I would go to California do you think I should? I'm debating about where I want to go to grad school, it's between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SV9h0pxcUBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NUXDAw5iCd4/s1600-h/Lastof08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SV9h0pxcUBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NUXDAw5iCd4/s200/Lastof08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052044750573586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; GA, NY, &amp;amp; CA. I've been to GA, &amp;amp; NY for quick visits, so it would be totally rad&lt;---like that word? *wink* if I actually went to California this year!!! I'm thinking about it no plans for spring break yet, I want to get my passport in case I could leave and go somewhere exotic like Fiji or something wonder how much that would cost in March, and would I need shots? I don't know right now it looks like I maybe taking a family trip to Haiti, but if I do that I can't go where my Mommy is from because she won't relax. Or maybe we could take a cruise, that would be good, you get to see different islands. Hmmm I'm going to look that up. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So school starts Tuesday, and I want to be ooberly excited but I don't know if I will like it, that school is different. It's like stepping back into my high school demographic where I was the only "spot" in the class. Like one of these things isn't like the other one of these things just don't belong :(. We'll we shall see how things pan out. I want to speak to an advisor at the school of communications about doing a Study abroad for the Fall Semester, I heard financial aide would foot the bill so I'm down with that. Wonder what my choices would be as a PR major and Marketing Minor. There's sooooo much I want to see and do this year, I hope I can stop myself from being chicken and do it all.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm working on two projects for this year. They're both photo projects. The first one, is that I'm taking a self portrait picture of myself everyday beginning January 5th 2009 and ending January 6th 2010, at the end of it I'll put them in a slide show so that we can see how long my hair grows this year, yay fun isn't it? I know I'm a genius. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the second project comes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWKn5gSrqLY"&gt;Yanaboo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, she does video blogs on Youtube and she found this photo project online. Where you take a picture a day with something that you did that day. Her video explains it better so watch that! Here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://http//www.photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; link and below are some of the rules and Info:
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine being able to look back at any day of your year and recall what you did, who you met, what you learned… (Often we find it hard to remember what we did just yesterday or even last night, let alone a whole year ago!)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a photo a day &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; make you a better photographer. Using your camera every day will help you learn its limits. You will get better at composing your shots, you’ll start to care about lighting, and you’ll become more creative with your photography when you’re forced to come up with something new every single day.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2144229484940056922?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2144229484940056922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2144229484940056922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2144229484940056922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2144229484940056922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-2008.html' title='i Miss 2008'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SV9h0pxcUBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NUXDAw5iCd4/s72-c/Lastof08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-3602171339399660563</id><published>2009-01-01T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:31:01.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nappy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9jVztdublE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9jVztdublE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;
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There are somethings that went down before the New Year rolled through so I'll update that later but I'm at work so that'll be later the video is enough for now.
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-Diva0Ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-3602171339399660563?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3602171339399660563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=3602171339399660563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3602171339399660563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3602171339399660563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2009/01/nappy-new-year.html' title='Nappy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7100942495996611577</id><published>2008-12-20T06:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:20:23.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11mths and a Wash Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SU6uUHGM1vI/AAAAAAAAAx0/opddT0apyqg/s1600-h/Wash%4011mths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SU6uUHGM1vI/AAAAAAAAAx0/opddT0apyqg/s200/Wash%4011mths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282351073477842674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay  so I finally finished editing well making the video shorter. It's not a tutorial by any means I'm no where near knowledgeable about any type of locks to make a tutorial about something. But because I did something different with this last wash, I thought what the hekk, let's share. Parts are cut out so I tried to place subtitles in where it seems like I'm not making any sense. Like I ever make sense.  Any how I like washing my hair withouth rubber bands it felt liberating. My hair can get in a higher ponytail too. Have I told you how much I love my hair?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have any fitness updates because I've been a lazy arse. I got rid of the trainer and stopped going to the gym and working out from home all together. I feel like I've gained weight but the scale seems to be broken because I've lost weight and that's not the business. On a quest for a butt I can't be loosing any weight. I'm going to the gym tomorrow though and I can't wait. I really want to get this boxing on the way to. What else is new? Nothing. Oh I want to marry Will Smith, I saw 7lbs and it was awesome you should go and see it. Its really award worthy he doesn't even look like himself in the movie. It's gurd yall!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Miami last Sunday with some friends, haven't done anything like that in a long time and I didn't realize what I was missing so now I have a desire to take more impromtu trips.  Like we really didn't do anything but walk around south beach and have dinner a couple times (yeah I'm greedy) and I'm from Miami so it wasn't anything I haven't seen but I guess the company made it fun. Okay let me stop rambling, enjoy the videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...wow I had a moment with my locks this morning as I was getting dressed for work. I felt them brushing against my neck then I just lost it, transformed into a different person...all I can say is that I love the Napptural Me, and it made me do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The song is "What A World"- &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Universal-Mind-Control-Common/dp/B001DNQSNG"&gt;Common&lt;/a&gt;...album is great go get it. Get &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.musiqsoulchild.com"&gt;Musiq Soulchild &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/808s-Heartbreak-Kanye-West/dp/B001FBIPFA"&gt;Kanye West &lt;/a&gt;while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-DivaOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-3072191427470383613?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dcf9e86c59de9c34&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3072191427470383613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=3072191427470383613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3072191427470383613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3072191427470383613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/swagga-like-mine.html' title='Swagga Like Mine'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4432305314027242029</id><published>2008-12-06T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:49:12.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;It has no name, just something that I started writing a few years ago...it's a work in progress and I would like anyone who's willing to help. It's 27 pages long (well what I had in my email box is there's more on my dead computer) and like I said it's a work in progress so it may not read as easy as a novel which is why I'm reaching out for the help. I'm going to attach one page of it and if you would like to read the rest and offer me some tips on how to make it better I would greatly appreciate it.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you continue to read, look forward to an upcoming post about washing my locks...it's a video. I"m editing right now and it's final week so it may be a couple days but look out for it. Hope you like the story and offer me your opinon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its noon and Johari is heading out to lunch, she’s starving but food isn’t what she’s craving. The only thing that can satisfy this craving goes by the name Lamar. It’s been two days since she’d seen or got some good loving from her man. She pulled out her cell and text him.
·Meet me at the condo for lunch in 5·
-See you in 5-
Just that simple and it was on, Johari hopped into her car and raced home through the lunch time traffic. The moment she arrived at her door and placed the key in the lock she felt Lamar’s hard body pressing up against her. His roaming hands found their way to her breast. Seems they made it there at the same time.
The feeling of his hardness pressed against her and his hands slowly popping the buttons off of her blouse, was causing her to loose her mind. Without saying a word Lamar turned to grab the knob of the door and starts walking forward forcing Johari into the house. He shuts the door with his foot. Telling Johari to turn around and face him, the tone of his voice causing her pussy to tremble. She loves when Lamar takes control. Johari turns around her shirt ripped open exposing her red bra and full breast. She bites down on her lips even more aroused by the sight of Lamar in his suit. Her man was wearing the hell out of that suit, she looked down and his erection was shown by a very prominent bulge in his pants.
Before she could escape her day dream Lamar tells her to come to him, she takes her time afraid that she might go weak in the knees, finally she’s standing before him. Her breast overflowing from the bra steady rising with every breath that she takes; looking him in the eyes, asking the silent question “What are you about to do to me?” As if to answer the question Lamar lowers to kiss Johari on the cheek letting Johari know that he needs her.
She begins trying to remove his belt, and then frantically pulling at his zipper she needs him as well. She needs to feel his long thick solid dick inside of her. Always the calm one Lamar removes Johari’s hands from his zipper. She moans her protest but accepts knowing the wait will be worth every minute.
“Take off your clothes Johari.” Lamar says this in a calm but very commanding tone. Her core starts to throb anticipating what’s about to happen. She slowly let’s her blouse drop to the floor, and then she unsnaps her bra setting her heavy breast free. She caresses her nipples. Continuing to caress herself she begins removing her slacks.
Lamar is leaning against the door watching each movement Johari makes with pleasure. Once her slacks are removed she’s left standing only in her matching red boy shorts. Lamar walks towards her but instead of meeting him half way she turns and walks away. She heads in the direction of the shower, forcing Lamar to follow her.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4432305314027242029?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4432305314027242029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4432305314027242029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4432305314027242029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4432305314027242029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7997231891542198632</id><published>2008-12-04T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:58:36.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools Out For Winter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Well no not really but it was just in my head! I can't wait for school to be out I'm so stressed out and I just need my little 2 week vacation from evaluations and grades and papers and test. UGH! This weekend, well tomorrow my locks turn 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; old so I'm going to treat them to a good deep cleansing wash before I get them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retightened&lt;/span&gt; on  Saturday. I love my hair, it's making me slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;concieted&lt;/span&gt;. I'm walking past reflective surfaces and can't help but to do a double take. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; what else is going on?
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7997231891542198632?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7997231891542198632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7997231891542198632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7997231891542198632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7997231891542198632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/12/schools-out-for-winter.html' title='Schools Out For Winter!!!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-8483413081042605860</id><published>2008-11-28T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:28:30.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm so upset right now, I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rich-Mans-Baby-Dafina-Books/dp/0758220626"&gt;A Rich Man's Baby&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://daaimahspoole.com/wordpress/"&gt;Daaimah S. Poole&lt;/a&gt;. It's a good book don't get me wrong but she just ended it! No resolution or anything my favorite character goes missing for a year and then all of a sudden the book is at the last page!!!! I wanted to know what happened next. See &lt;a href="http://brendajackson.net/"&gt;Brenda Jackson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rochellealers.com/"&gt;Rochelle Alers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.adriannebyrd.net/"&gt;Adrienne Byrd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.celesteonorfleet.com/"&gt;Celeste O. Norfleet&lt;/a&gt;, man I could go on and on but the point is they wouldn't do this to me. See in their books there is a happily ever after. In this book it just stopped. I'm upset because this was a new release meaning if there is going to be a sequel it may not be until 2009! Yeah it's close but who knows in what month. I had to write her and of course I wasn't ranting like I am now but I had to politely ask when she thought she was going to write the rest of the dang story!! This is the second book I've read this year that didn't have a happily ever after. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gather-Together-Name-Tracy-Price-Thompson/dp/1416533044"&gt;Gather Together In My Name&lt;/a&gt; (Author is a locked sister, Tracy Price-Thompson) almost brought tears to my eyes. If I wasn't in public when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/STcVnD_juFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_ItoqbD43CE/s1600-h/SNV32257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/STcVnD_juFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_ItoqbD43CE/s200/SNV32257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275709249318795346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I finally turned the last page I think I would have sobbed. I called my friend and we had a conversation filled with cut off sentences as we both could not find the words to share the emotions the book evoked. You should really read this book! It was GURD not good but GURD intentional misspell.  See even &lt;a href="http://www.trisharthomas.com/trisharthomas.html"&gt;Trisha R Thomas&lt;/a&gt;, didn't play with my emotions like that, though in the beginning her books didn't have a typical romance happy ever after, it had one that I could see as real and she continued with it until she showed how the dysfunctionality (yes it's not a word so what!) of Venus Johnson landed her happiness in the end! Now, Ms. Poole just played with my emotions all over again. UGH!!! I read another one of her books back in high school, Yo Yo Love and I think that one had a happily ever after but I can't remember right now. Ugh I'm so frustrated. Think I'm going to start on my Angela Winters novel since I'm not tired, and my next Brenda Jackson saga is missing a novel so I don't want to skip a character. Grrr

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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Yeah I know this has nothing to do with hair but my blog is changing, it's not just about my hair it's about me. This rant, is me! LOL any way yeah my page is still under construction if you view it in Internet explorer it looks busted so hopefully everyone uses &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/"&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/a&gt;, it's much better anyway. I've been too busy to finish the codes for this site and finish it to make it look pretty. Finals week is coming up and I have to make sure I don't end the semester with less than a 3.0..I had an episode with my school when I  found out I was missing a credit and no one bothered to tell me the correct information just let me assume that I was good. Good thing I looked at it got everything fixed so that I do graduate and transfer to my new school without a problem in January.  I also have video that I need to post but because I've been so busy, I haven't had time to edit it. Hopefully I will soon.
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I think I have a date tomorrow, well sort of kind of. He's my homey but he did invite me so technically it's a date but it's not a date. EH, I don't know maybe I should ask him if it's a date. LOL! I've been fretting about what to wear it's a bridal shower and I haven't been to one of those yet. Am I supposed to get the bride a gift too? Shoot I'm broke, maybe I'll get her a card or something. Other than that I'll just offer her some prayer! Okay I'm done with this now. Tomorrow is my first Saturday off and I have A LOT to get done in one day.
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-DiVA Out Yall!
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-8483413081042605860?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8483413081042605860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=8483413081042605860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/8483413081042605860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/8483413081042605860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/STcVnD_juFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/_ItoqbD43CE/s72-c/SNV32257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-656220566670147572</id><published>2008-11-22T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:20:36.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Take a Picture of You for my Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSgS4d5e8aI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8uDayvS-CEI/s1600-h/SNV32178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSgS4d5e8aI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8uDayvS-CEI/s200/SNV32178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271484125144871330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing Jaime and Fab
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This did start as a hair blog so it would only be right to talk about hair from time to time! Yesterday I did the craziest thing... me and my sister are shopping for the EaglePalooza concert  last night and out of the corner of my eye I spy locks. Of course my camera is always in my bag so I'm like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Me: I want a picture for my blog!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sis: you're crazy leave those people alone!
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But nope not me. I walk up to complete strangers and ask to take pictures of their locks for my blog. They were nice enough to let me and I was so excited that I didn't really interview them and right now I'm sad that all I have to share with you all is this one picture. I really really wish I got to ask them questions. I did give them my blog address so I REALLY hope they read this so that they can e-mail me and hopefully I can ask them:
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;How long have you been growing your locks?
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;What method did you use?

Why did you decide to lock?
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I have other questions too so Fab and Jaime please email me so that I can do right by your locks and showcase them correctly. They are beautiful and I loved them and I want more pictures of them!!


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The blog is still under renovations, blogspot rejects all the codes I use. I'm editing a video from the concert last night so look forward to that, it probably won't go up until next week. Bye! Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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-DiVA0UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-656220566670147572?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/656220566670147572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=656220566670147572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/656220566670147572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/656220566670147572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/11/jaime-fab.html' title='Can I Take a Picture of You for my Blog?'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSgS4d5e8aI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8uDayvS-CEI/s72-c/SNV32178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-1137199212091313808</id><published>2008-11-20T08:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:32:22.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;my page is going through some dramatic changes. i'm trying to figure out this whole html/css coding so that my page reflects more of my style. so bare with me. i'm switching to one post view at a time so for anyone new coming to my blog just go back to old post to view the madness from before. i may switch to having my page hosted by mac since i mean i am paying for iMac or Me whatever they want to call it this year.

off to school i go this morning, i really don't feel like going. i gave up on this semester a while back not good, but it's the truth. i turned in my term paper Tuesday, hope i did well. i won concert tickets!! i'm going to see Flo-Rida and Lloyd perform at my new school tomorrow, so i need to make sure to pick up those tickets today. orientation for the new school tomorrow morning...i feel like here we go again. new people, new school, not thrilled...i just want my BA already. i'm so mopey think i need to get back in the gym pronto lol get those endorphins back....guess there's underlying reasons to why i'm such an emo on this subject right now but that's another post. just wanted to say my page shall be funky looking for a little while.

peace

-diva0ut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-1137199212091313808?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1137199212091313808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=1137199212091313808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1137199212091313808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1137199212091313808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-432453897243454825</id><published>2008-11-15T07:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:37:39.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 mths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>tagged and other randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I shouldn't be blogging right now, what I should be doing is writing my term paper for history. But I figure I've stayed away a full 13days on a quest to get back on the ball and it's only fair that I take a little break right? Well  I was tagged last month but I never know what to say about myself really so I had to sit back and think about it. Then I got back a few grades in school and I realized that I was in I don't care mode with some things, so I had to get back on the ball with school...I'm not where I normally am but I think I can salvage a 3.0 for my last semester at this school. This post may be a bit long because I have some catching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; up to do (no video this time), but let me  go ahead and get my tagged items out of the way first.
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay so I've been tagged again yay!! It makes me feel all tingly inside because that means people actually read my blog and have a vested interest!!
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;-I'm getting a real room of my own soon- Long story &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSAYsDEHZFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CxVpZ6azQTU/s1600-h/SNV32153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSAYsDEHZFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CxVpZ6azQTU/s200/SNV32153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269238709039359058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_KdJ_TnaaM"&gt;-I voted for the first time this year. (Making this my 3rd historical event that I've lived through and I still haven't had a full reaction to Obama becoming our 44th President.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I am tagging....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; ++&lt;a href="http://simplymoke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moke&lt;/a&gt;- The Secret's Lie With In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; ++&lt;a href="http://ontheroadtoqueendom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tosh&lt;/a&gt;- On The Road to Queendom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;++&lt;a href="http://cassidyssisterlocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassidy&lt;/a&gt;- Growing Up Loving the Curls God Gave Them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;++&lt;a href="http://nicotineandamphetamines.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jocey&lt;/a&gt;- She changes her blog name to much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;++&lt;a href="http://vexedmentals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teenz&lt;/a&gt;- Mentally Disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;++Someone who hasn't been tagged, you're it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;   Okay back to what's been going on in the past 13 days.       Well the most important  topic is that I am now 10mths old, well my locks are lol. I love my hair I love that if I'm tired I don't have to worry about wrapping my hair I can just plop right under the covers, wake up the next day shake and just go! Who wouldn't want this freedom? I haven't taken much pictures because eh, I don't know why just haven't been in a picture taking mode I guess. I have 3 sets of double headed locks not two, I said that in my last video that I had two but it's actually three. Otherwise my hair is behaving, and I'm loving minute of it, can't wait to hit the 1 year mark and see the crazy growth that so many people speak of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;     Okay so that happened and hmm what else oh I have been in a long battle with my gym so long and draining that I couldn't even summon enough energy to get my behind to the gym these last 6days. So this is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I signed up at a rate for my trainer and was told I would get a certain amount of free sessions, two weeks into my contract I find out they left out the free sessions because I was getting a discount. Well honey that's not what we discussed, and rather than them honoring the deal they tried to stick it to me and make me pay more! What do I look like boo boo the fool? I don't think so I don't have money to waste. Long story short I got them to let me out of my contract without having to pay the 500+ dollar amount with a full refund. They didn't want to mess with me no sir-e bobster! Now, I have another problem because it seems they are not to be trusted with my account information some funny stuff has been going down. So, I'm in search of a new trainer one that doesn't come with a contract preferably. I have a potential candidate, remember Mr. Sexy that I spoke about like 2 videos ago the one that came into my store and made my cheeks turn purple. Well turns out that he was a trainer at one point in time and he's offered to help me out. -giggle- so I'll keep you all update on that as I keep you updated on my fitness journey. I'll head to the gym for the first time in 7days tomorrow. Oh I may take up boxing as well a guy at the gym offered to show me how for free. Yay!! I have the gloves and what nots but I just need to figure in the time to go and learn.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay what's next? Do you have people in your life that are back and forth a lot? I do, well it's just one person and I realized it's too childish I'm not down for it especially not for someone I haven't met before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I actually spoke quickly about him in my last &lt;a href="http://divalareine.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-months.html"&gt;tagged&lt;/a&gt; posting. But any way so we close the door because he asked me to not speak to him again and when I say okay fine have a good life and mean it he wants to play take backs a few weeks later. I'm 21 and trying to find myself I don't have time for any wishywashy people that refuse to reveal themselves the aura of mystery has vanished and if I see that you're taking away more than you're adding to my life then you have to go. So, when he contacted me last week on some guess who, I didn't know who he was because I erased all his contact information I was not amused and let him know just that. Take that ish somewhere go make real life friends, and real life girlfriends too! I really just needed to vent about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Next, last night we went out to a different club and boy oh boy I can't wait to get my BA and move out of this town again! But yeah those type of people at the club reminded me of that. They were a bunch of how would an investment of my time in you benefit me type people and it made me stand back and smile for a second because I th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSAXvo-Hh4I/AAAAAAAAAw8/NVRtPcaIe1I/s1600-h/NeoLounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSAXvo-Hh4I/AAAAAAAAAw8/NVRtPcaIe1I/s200/NeoLounge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269237671242729346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ink I'm going to be alright. I'm not wasting time just saying what I'm going to do but I'm actually moving forward and doing it. I had my little moment of doubt where I felt like STOP what am I doing am I going to be one of those people stuck in a career because it pays much and I just want to move out the hood? Yeah I switched lanes and I'm happy. I met another guy too, I'm not sure whats going on with that he seems like a nice guy but he curses a lot and I find it so unattractive. I'm not rushing to find a relationship  I've been pushing back advances from people that just want to "get some" and although when my girlfriends call me about their love life I wonder what would it be like. I'm okay, I'm learning to love me first so I wont have to put up with the BS.
I think a lot of young women don't know their worth when they enter these relationships and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;y stay in them just for the sake of be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ing able to say they have someone. I guess with Mr.Wishy Washy that's what made me allow the back and forth, I wanted to feel like I was desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;d by someone of the opposite sex even if that person wasn't real. I needed outside validation and closing that door means I don't need it anymore. I define my worth, I validate myself, and even if my first relationship doesn't happen until I'm thirty, I'm okay with that. I've decided I'm worth too much to settle. I'm going places and I don't have time to baby sit a little boy with a "grown man complex". I want to do my own thing and look at my significant other and have pride and admiration for who he is and what he stands for. I love the way Michelle Obama looks at her husband, I don't know much about their personal lives but they look like what a man a woman should be to each other, equilibrium, the perfect compliment, the missing rib!
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay I must stop now because my butt hurts and I realize I smell like club atmosphere. Yuck! A lot more has happened but I ramble too much and don't want to bore you. This collage of pictures is just me giving the yuck face to people at the club, random goofyness after the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;

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&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;-DiVA Out!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-432453897243454825?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/432453897243454825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=432453897243454825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/432453897243454825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/432453897243454825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-and-other-randomness.html' title='tagged and other randomness'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SSAYsDEHZFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CxVpZ6azQTU/s72-c/SNV32153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2907524244759269047</id><published>2008-11-02T07:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:17:36.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='styling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9mths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Stlying it Up @ 9mths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;
I love the free style look believe me I do, but through boredom while trying to study my hands found their way into my hair then next thing I know I wake up with my hair styled lol! Just a simple braid out  that has seem to have worked magic with my locks. I see growth like "wow" and it's making me vain I can't help but to stop and take a peek whenever I stop by a reflective surface. It's not my fault really it's the hair, it just takes over! This past week it's been doing weird things like making my hands run through it, it's like their having a love fest...my hands and my hair are just too much. LOL My hair has another trick that it can do, and I really can't believe this but rather then tell you, I thought I'd just show you!!
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Isn't it amazing?!?! I'm almost two months away from having my hair locked for a full year and I just keep thinking like wow, time is really flying by.

Here are the pictures of what I did to my hair for the braidout, it's still crinkly but flat. It almost feel as if my h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SQ3I_-eZkiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/q468aIpW2hI/s1600-h/9mthstyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SQ3I_-eZkiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/q468aIpW2hI/s200/9mthstyles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264084540893794850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;air was relaxed or something maybe from the braidout? Has this happened to anyone where your locks seem to have been stretched thin? I know they'll plump up once I wash them in a few days but for now they feel different. It may also feel that way because my parts are still visible. How dare my hair prove me wrong. Normally the parts are non existent relatively soon but this time they're still showing. Probably again because of the braidout. I like fullness so they need to go ahead and plump back up and do wild things rather than just laying their calmly. Locks have given me an all new form of confidence I actually wore my hair braided back like that to work. Yes I let the five head show y'all and I had no shame in my game. Something about these sister locks that has a girl feeling regal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SQ3RFdJ-U0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/xSqbtLaFXkE/s1600-h/9mthstyleafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SQ3RFdJ-U0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/xSqbtLaFXkE/s200/9mthstyleafter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264093431121990466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm so proud of my pony tail you guys, this is how I'm going to wear it to work out so I don't have sweaty locks in my eyes. I've been working out and it's killing me not taking pictures to show you all the results but I'm sticking to the 3mths thing. I'm working out atleast 3 times a week and I find that I enjoy going. I'm thinking about taking on some boxing as well one of the guys at the gym offered to train me for free. Now, I just need to find the time to get there when he's able to train me. I'm going to try yoga at the gymt this coming Tuesday night I figure it will keep me out of the house waiting to hear who's the next President. Have you all voted? Well you should no matter which way you choose to vote (unless it's McCain, lol JK)
I've been tagged again so now I have to go and think about six interesting things to write about lol oh jeez. Well it's getting close to the time for me to start work so I'm going to leave you all with this and I'll write my 6 things in another post.
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(2nd collage bottom row left is braid out with rollers, bottom row far right is after I'd taken out the braids going straight back. top is just to show you the pre braid out look and it's must me lounging around the apt thinking wow my locks are lol *giggle*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My locked homie &lt;a href="http://divalareine.blogspot.com/2008/07/introducingmy-peeps.html"&gt;Mely B&lt;/a&gt; also had a proud moment with her traditional locks recently she texted me yesterday: "Today I had an amazing moment that I want to share with someone who would understand where my joy is coming from....So today I went to get my hair done and after she washes my hair she alwasy puts me under the dryer. Today when I went under the dryer my drads were too long for me to sit under the dryer. She had to put a cap on my head so all the dread would be able to fit under the drying. I almost cried because I've watched this happen to other and dreamed of when that day would come for me.. Some would call it stupid but for us it's a stepping stone on our way to natural beauty :)"- Mely B
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I just had to share her text with you guys because I know that you all will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

-DiVA0ut
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2907524244759269047?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2907524244759269047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2907524244759269047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2907524244759269047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2907524244759269047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/11/stlying-it-up-9mths.html' title='Stlying it Up @ 9mths'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SQ3I_-eZkiI/AAAAAAAAAm4/q468aIpW2hI/s72-c/9mthstyles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-3247084064648076264</id><published>2008-10-27T13:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:59:20.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th Retightening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>7th Retightening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is two days late it's long YouTube rejected the first for being too long so there are two parts. LOL this video is about a boy well partially, and my locks of course. My locks are 9mths old in this video and this is after my seventh re tightening. Music: Ne-Yo; She Got Her Own (Video 1) Rihanna; Sell Me Candy (Video2&lt;/span&gt;)
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&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elS5QCjWvdc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-3247084064648076264?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3247084064648076264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=3247084064648076264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3247084064648076264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3247084064648076264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/7th-retightening.html' title='7th Retightening'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5270472862994916882</id><published>2008-10-20T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:26:31.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lockhawk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9mths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>"Insert Title Here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; took forever to upload this video, this was actually supposed to be posted last night 10/19/2008.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5270472862994916882?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5270472862994916882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5270472862994916882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5270472862994916882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5270472862994916882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/insert-title-here.html' title='&quot;Insert Title Here&quot;'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-3765499995943153936</id><published>2008-10-18T21:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:11:52.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>So, My Brother Almost Died!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;
The original thought for my post tonight was about me not taking down the lockhawk. But, my sister and I just came back from picking up my brother. Everyday he goes to this house where a bunch of guys play dominoes for money. Haitian men with nothing to do. I'm always asking him why he can't stay his behind at home because I hate that neighborhood but it's what he does, when he's in town. So, he calls us to pick him up all calm like it's a regular night. I mean we do it everyday. We pull up and we see those "flashing lights" first thing that comes to my mind is "Oh my goodness, INS is deporting them." Most of the people there are not here legally. Then we see my brother walking to the car so we're like "yes he got away." Not knowing that he just got away from a bullet! He tells us when he gets into the car two people got shot, we're like "word". Then he goes into detail and we realize that two people in the same room as him were shot. He's telling the story about how the guys came in to rob them and how they tried to fight them off and his friends getting shot in the process, but it doesn't sink in. We're like "man you have 9 lives, you need to get on your knees and pray tonight, and you're going to church in the morning to testify". But it didn't really hit me the severity of the situation like you could have received a call saying your brother has just been shot; not until I follow him into the apartment and saw the speck of blood on his shirt, so small but it hit SO HARD.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SPqWuODeXnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/el_5ddZDHLs/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SPqWuODeXnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/el_5ddZDHLs/s200/photo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681235699293810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Right now my prayers go out to the two men that were shot, and I'm fighting the urge to beat my big brother up because I'm happy that he's safe and scared that the situation could have had a totally different ending.
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This is why I want to get my education, and make something of myself to get me and my family far, far, away from this %*&amp;amp;^(*&amp;amp;*&amp;amp; situations. I hope those guys are caught before they hurt someone else loved ones.
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Yeah this post started off as a post about nothing and then my specialness went into full affect which resulted in the second video. :)

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I really don't drink...I just wanted to finally use my I.D. since I am 21 and all to purchase alcohol, and that stuff is like $5 dollars so I'm drinking it! (If you drink do it responsibly.)
 The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lockhawk&lt;/span&gt; shall perish in the A.M. but for now I think I'll try to reign in all this craziness and hit the sheets. I'm really a shy person... :-D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; subscribe to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; channel please, think I'm starting to like this thing. *giggle*
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7464207854424866235?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7464207854424866235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7464207854424866235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7464207854424866235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7464207854424866235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness-lockhawk.html' title='Randomness...&amp; LockHawk'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SPlL1_Bna6I/AAAAAAAAAls/g0maT4Q19AQ/s72-c/SNV32058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2253364701322638416</id><published>2008-10-15T05:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:16:34.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MacBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainer'/><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This workout thing is messing with my sleep! I woke  up at 5 am for the past 4 days in a row. Just laying up in the bed with no where to go, guess my body is used to that whole working out at 6 am so it's trying to get me up to eat in time. Well this body better re adjust because I'm not going to the gym that early anymore. I stopped working out with my guy friend because he lives too far, need to save my gas money. I also have a personal trainer now which I didn't tell him..but there isn't any point in paying for a membership that I won't be using and I wasn't using it much when I was working out with him. So, I'm going to workout before work, which is 9am-ish. The only thing I'll do at 6 am is take a walk with my sister and neighbor, which so far will only be twice a week. I have my training session  tomorrow that trainer better not kill me...who am I kidding.
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Apple gets on my nerves they just came out with a new Macbook! Ugh, and it's 200 cheaper then what I paid. $200 goes a long way. I don't regret getting my laptop when I did because it's helping me with school and it's my favorite color, all black...which the new MacBook isn't.
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My hair needs a retightening but I had to cancel...I didn't budget right this month so I'm going to go my first 8 weeks without a retightening. I don't think I like it very much, I have a lock that has fully slipped out and my fingers get caught in my hair. I hope my hair isn't matting I took my time seperating them one by one and it doesn't seem that any of them are stuck together but I would have more piece of mind if I had a retightening.  Do you ever get wierd desires to take a curling iron to your locks? Well I have and it's crazy because we don't have a curling iron and I hate the smell of burnt hair but here I am wanting to take some heat to these babies. I promise I get crazy when PMS  strikes.  Well this post wasn't really about anything I'm just killing sometime so that I can safely walk out of this room without being yelled at for waking someone else up before six.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2253364701322638416?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2253364701322638416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2253364701322638416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2253364701322638416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2253364701322638416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-1538531360143072786</id><published>2008-10-13T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:04:11.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness journey'/><title type='text'>4 Mile Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;My first time walking I only made it 1.42 miles before I came crawling home tired, huffing and puffing. Today was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; different, my breathing is normal and I don't even feel sore, YET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; I think the difference was that I had people walking with me, my sister and my neighbor joined in on my fitness journey. Yesterday my neighbor came over to tell us that she ordered a samba video and thought we could all do it together once it arrived and my sister told them how I was occasionally walking in the mornings and right away my neighbor said give her a ring in the morning she wanted to go too. My sister who went to the gym with me on Thursday and has been complaining about being sore ALL WEEKEND even got in on the action and we all set out this morning to do a mile walk. Well a mile turned into 2, then 3, and 4! It felt like turning back to get to the car would be further so we just kept following the path point out things on the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; jogging to get away from the bugs, I don't do bugs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;...I'm like: "they're going to nest in my locks!!". We walked and walked until we were on the road that led to our apartments we'd made it that far but then the sun came out and we decided maybe a lift wouldn't hurt so we called someone to meet us, we jogged to the stop sign but the jog soon turned into a dash when I heard a dog barking and saw that the gate was open and there was no chain!! Yeah I don't play with dogs either...that really got my heart going because I ran towards the stopped car so fast!! Guess the dog was the little push we all needed because it forced them to keep up with my wild running. We made it!!! 4 miles on our first try and we're looking forward to Thursday morning seeing if we can add yet another mile. Just as much as I'm looking forward to breakfast and a shower.
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_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;DiVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; 0UT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-1538531360143072786?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1538531360143072786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=1538531360143072786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1538531360143072786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/1538531360143072786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-mile-walk.html' title='4 Mile Walk'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2983012853660378237</id><published>2008-10-12T09:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:56:09.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainer'/><title type='text'>I DON'T Want Kids!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean I do but dang, I don't know if I can be a mother. Especially not to more than one child. Why you ask, well let me tell you::&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yesterday my sister calls me while I'm at work and tells me that my nephew that I haven't seen in months is over at the apartment. I immediately get excited because I know his birthday is Monday and because his mother and me (my other sister) are not "tight"  I don't go to her house. That part is a long story but back to the real story...okay so I become immediately excited thinking out loud we can have a movie night slash slumber party. I can pick up my other two nephews and my niece was already at the apartment, slide through get some pizza. (Wallie, Kung Fu Panda, Iron Man) The nephew that I rarely see is going to be 3 on Monday, than the other three which are from my oldest sister are 2, 6, and a soon to be 9 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I get them all to the house they're all excited chanting movie night, well the two oldest. The younger ones are sneaking off on a mission to mess something up! Finally we get them all on a blanket in front of the TV, serve the pizza and we start Kung Fu Panda. They were all good for the first 5 minutes of the movie before the youngest two lost focus and decide they want to play something else, occasionally turning back saying "ahh movie" (cute but annoying) The mini me of the two youngest is continually asking for "waaaaater" which scares me because he refuses to wear pull ups and I'm thinking he's going to just let it rip every where. (He made me aware that he used the potty and it was so cute watching the lil thing go, I didn't even know  he was being potty trained) The oldest two are annoyed I'm ready to pull out my hair and my sister is laughing at me. I decided to just split them up the youngest is the ring leader anyway. That works until the nephew I rarely see, his mother comes to pick him up. She had no idea that we were having a slumber party slash movie night because we don't speak to her so she comes in and of course only the kids are speaking to her, she takes her son tells him to say good bye and my lil' bourgeoisie niece gets up and leaves too. (That's also another story) Okay so now I only have two that should be easier right? No, it wasn't finally we tired my youngest nephew out get him to sleep, my oldest sister doesn't have her kids in bed until 1 am and I don't play none of that so 10 pm was a bonus for my 6 year old nephew, I have him get ready for bed and we all go to sleep. Mind you I'm sore as hekk from working out, back to back the past three days. The floor is not doing nothing for me right now and the living room is freezing for some strange reason, I want to be in a dang bed not on the floor! Fast forward: Wake up in the morning I ask what's for breakfast? They choose peanut butter sammiches, apple sauce and a juice box. Kewl I can do that but the mini me did not want to sit down and eat! I had to follow him around taking things out of his hand wiping peanut butter off of the couch than finally when he sat down to eat the lil boy throws up on me!!!!!! (crying) I don't do throw up! But any how I catch it in my hands (yuck) some landing on my feet. Calmly I dump it out wash my hands and take him to the bathroom to shower him. At this point I'm chanting I don't want kids my sister is laughing, he finds it funny and I just want to curl up in a corner and cry. They have short attention spans, if the TV is on it's like they have no souls.My oldest nephew tries to do that nasty speed bath so I have to scrub him down to make sure he's actually clean..not trying to take him home to his parents with grime. My sister needs to get her kids a pedicure too because the toes were NOT the business...ewww kids and dirt. I can't have hyper active kids! I see why my oldest sister stays cleaning because she has all three of those rugrats over night everyday. I now understand why they were all excited for me to take them all at once. Never again, I'm going to stick to the 1 or 2 at a time.
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Okay in other news, I know I was supposed to post up 1 month update pictures but I decided against it. I'm going to do it at 3 month intervals. I'm still working out; Thursday with the trainer was fun but hard. I had her dying laughing and she had me dying working. We had fun, the session was supposed to be 45 minutes it lasted 2 hrs. She told me that her managers were speaking sideways about her working out with me so long but eh oh well it's because of her I finally decided to sign up and get a trainer! So I got all of my measurements done and this coming week probably Wednesday I'll meet with a trainer. I think my trainer is going to be the brother of the Denver Bronco's kicker forgot his first name but the last name is Prater. They came into my job and he saw my training journal and asked who my trainer was, when I said I hadn't chosen one yet he's like I'm going to be your trainer most likely. Then his mother and brother scared the hekk out of me saying how he trains hard. AHAHAHAHAHAH. Okay it's time to take these rug rats and my mommy to church, I feel bad for them because I forgot vital pieces to their outfits LOL I told yall I am no fashionista. From head to ankles they look okay but their feet look a bit rough, with the crocs. I hate crocs. Oh well the Lord says come as you are! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-2983012853660378237?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2983012853660378237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=2983012853660378237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2983012853660378237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/2983012853660378237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-kids.html' title='I DON&apos;T Want Kids!!!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-8552413959359518850</id><published>2008-10-06T22:31:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:05:27.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9mths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slippage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>9mths Lock Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I0iEgLWzdEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I0iEgLWzdEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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After sitting on the phone with apple care found out the Mac won't support movies from my camera until I get some sort of software to convert them to MPEG-4 format. So, I wasn't able to edit my faux pas: 800 points, not dollars! LOL I'm horrible with spelling and things like that because my brain is just a jumbled mess of thoughts and often times I click post before I edit. You have been warned lol...I'm not slow just hyper active :D!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOvcVmsiNRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/QN2rUg6KLyE/s1600-h/SNV32032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOvcVmsiNRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/QN2rUg6KLyE/s200/SNV32032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254535653980517650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOvcVfoNmdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rIG-cXR0_m4/s1600-h/SNV32031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOvcVfoNmdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rIG-cXR0_m4/s200/SNV32031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254535652083341778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOvcVzLOLwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/L0_iuxg_6tE/s1600-h/SNV32038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOvcVzLOLwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/L0_iuxg_6tE/s200/SNV32038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254535657330454274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I did my second circuit training workout and I am so excited. On Friday I was only able to complete 3 sets of 20 on a 4 station circuit, and I was only able to do 15 minutes on a treadmill doing different speed intervals. I walked out of there feeling like AHHHHHHH. This time however I was able to get through the full 30 minute cardio training on the elliptical. Now, the first time I tried the elliptical was with my co worker at my gym we tried doing 15 minutes on the bikes and 15 on the elliptical, I only got through 7 minutes on that dern elliptical so I'm hekka excited about getting through a full 30 MINUTES!!! Within  only a weeks time that is a HUGE improvement at least I think. Not only was I able to get with it on the cardio but I did 4 sets of 20 on a 5 station circuit. What who's bad?!?! LOL I was able to walk out the gym this time. I'm walking to the machine to do a new rep and this is what happened:
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;D: Why'd you put the weights away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Trainer: You're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;D:What already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;T: Yeah you completed 4 sets, Friday you did 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;D: (confusion on my face) Word, so we're done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;T: Yes see you Tuesday at 6 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;D: But I'm not even tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;LOL! Wow I was so excited I had to record that feeling.  I'm already seeing changes and I can't wait to take the 1 month compared to the beginning pictures. Well time to get my sweat stinky behind into the shower so I can get ready for work. I'll holla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;DiVA0UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-3728525028003979479?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3728525028003979479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=3728525028003979479' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3728525028003979479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/3728525028003979479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it-i-did-it.html' title='I did it I did it'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5850496977069485233</id><published>2008-10-04T21:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:53:42.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigtails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Tongue that ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOi8STZvGKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vNyR8BmOLho/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253655987959568546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOi8STZvGKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vNyR8BmOLho/s200/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
LOL, this is me and my coworker aka "the man of my dreams" lol acting goofy at work. I just wanted to post it since it shows my pigtails lol everyone thought it was cute, you can't really see I have two pony tails in this edit of the photo because I photoshopped it to make it look like something out of a comic book my facial expression was one at least.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j101/Ticheche17/Photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click for original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5850496977069485233?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5850496977069485233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5850496977069485233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5850496977069485233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5850496977069485233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/tongue-that-ear.html' title='Tongue that ear'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOi8STZvGKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vNyR8BmOLho/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4816476368357679672</id><published>2008-10-04T03:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:24:35.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>I'm grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well sorta, I mean I am still my mommy's child I know that I'll forever be...but I'm really frustrated right now because it feels like the roles have been reversed in this household. Where my mommy has become the child and I the parent. I mean what more can you ask for, you have a 21 year old daughter that doesn't date, has never had a boyfriend, doesn't do drugs, is a virgin, works, goes to school comes home and spends all her spare time with you. Yet whenever I decide out of the blue I want to do something like go out to eat, see a movie and maybe go out dancing I have to worry that my mommy will throw a temper tantrum. I'm tired of putting my youth on hold. I've always had to be the mature one, the level headed, responsible one. I've never been able to live my age I just want to be my dang age! I'm too old, figuratively and I'm about to hit a mid life crisis do something crazy and that's just not me. I'm not sure why she's afraid to let me enjoy my youth. Nothing can nor will ever take her place in my heart, I work as hard as I do to show her how much I admire the woman she is and the sacrifices that she's made for our family. I only hope to be half the woman that she is BUT I want to live for me as well. I really don't understand this dynamic that we have, I can't be a baby for ever, why is it okay for me to have all the responsibilities of a grown woman yet still be treated as if I'm 3 years old. Why am I not able to reminisce about the great night that I just had with friends, instead of blogging because I'm worried about how she feels about me going out and having a great night. Every time mommy doesn't approve Diva packs up her things and runs back under mommy's skirt ever so obedient...but when does it stop? When does the story say "Diva finds herself and lives her life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;***Yeah this blog is about a journey so it wouldn't be a journey if I didn't share the vulnerable moments as well.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;DiVA 0UT, nite nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4816476368357679672?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4816476368357679672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4816476368357679672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4816476368357679672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4816476368357679672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-grown.html' title='I&apos;m grown'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4639355876862063620</id><published>2008-10-01T21:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:15:46.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orthodontist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness journey'/><title type='text'>Yoga Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Did I make it through the 40 minute work out? No, I didn't even get to do one minute of it, my brother is in town taking over the living room so I couldn't disturb him. (Really, he'd beat me up) When I came home from work the  program was no longer there, it only saved it for 24hrs. I'm going to find some beginner yoga baby steps, lol I see some A.M yoga maybe that's more calm, it's been a while so I guess I need to take it slow. I'm screening yoga episodes my brother and sister are laughing at me, screw them!  I will not be defeated, again baby steps. I'm going to post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOQt40CXo9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LEfjTKT-c8U/s200/DinnerWitDaGls+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252373519485346770" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; some pictures of me doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOQtp_fwkkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qhDVk9W-6BA/s200/DinnerWitDaGls+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252373264863367746" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; poses at a friends house back in 2006. I did it before I'm going to do it again, shoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm meeting with a friend at 6 am to work out so that I can learn proper form for weight lifting, I don't want to hurt myself trying to get fit that's not t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he goal at all.  I won't be experimenting with the yoga tonight other than some meditation to calm my anxiety right now. I have a midterm in my logics course tomorrow. I get test anxiety, it's like I psyche myself out. This is what was going through my mind an hour ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inner voice: What if you get something simple wrong, the professor is going to be grading the paper like, dang she's not taking my course seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Diva to inner voice: Nah, he knows I'm a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IV: Well he's going to be wondering why you're not seriously working hard to learn his material. You must not be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;D: I am, but I'm under a lot of stress...test are not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IV: He don't care about your stress he's just wondering why you missed all these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;D: I'm not going to miss a lot of questions, I'm going to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IV: You better, because we don't fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;D: We sure don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah lol now, everyone is thinking I'm crazy. Don't act like you don't have conversations with yourself internally. (LMBO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ugh I have an orthodontist appointment, normally I binge eat because my mouth is going to be sore for like 3 days, but won't that defeat the purpose of this exercise stuff? Guess I need to stop at the grocery store in the morning get some mashed potatoes and soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nite nite!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4639355876862063620?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4639355876862063620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4639355876862063620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4639355876862063620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4639355876862063620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/10/yoga-update.html' title='Yoga Update'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOQt40CXo9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LEfjTKT-c8U/s72-c/DinnerWitDaGls+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-896691563979817535</id><published>2008-09-30T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:21:48.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Let's Try Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Grrr, it took me forever to upload this but finally it's up even though it's now going to be broadcast through youtube rather than blogger. Soon the world will know my name....mwahahah, not quite but enjoy a new aspect of my musing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Video introduction: I almost got hit by a semi truck driving home from work Monday night so I'm still afraid of driving on the highway at night when it's raining and it's been raining quite a bit so this is me at home after trying to do yoga using the video on demand service through my cable provider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmcQAh-sB_Q"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmcQAh-sB_Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-DiVA0Ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-896691563979817535?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/896691563979817535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=896691563979817535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/896691563979817535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/896691563979817535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-try-something-new.html' title='Let&apos;s Try Something New'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7903532730039313359</id><published>2008-09-28T20:13:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:15:20.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perm rollers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th Wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8mths'/><title type='text'>What's Happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOAvxNONyXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mSZv_cGuBxY/s1600-h/SNV31948.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251249687923378546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOAvxNONyXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mSZv_cGuBxY/s200/SNV31948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Guess where I just came from? If you guess the gym then ding ding ding &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:78%;"&gt;you are correct. You win 50 push ups get to it!! LOL One of my co-workers finally signed up for the gym and he asked me to work out with him today so that's what we did, even though the plan was to work out this morning we went after work. My arms are sore, but I've been neglecting the blog so I decided to go ahead and tuff it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wish I could say yeah I've been killing it at the gym but see what had happened was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;after being worked until it hurt I tried going back the next day but Hurricane Ike had other plans with all the rain that it was giving that day so I skipped death and decided I would work out Wednesday. I don't know what happened but I never made it back to the gym. I didn't make it back until the 15th...I took a morning power walk and I made it 1.42 miles ended with a few lunges had breakfast showered than headed to work. I had plans to attend the gym after work but then I found out that someone passed away &lt;strong&gt;AT THE GYM&lt;/strong&gt; and the gym would be closing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;temporarily. That was kind of scary so I just went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wasn't able to work out the next day because of school but I did work out again after that I just can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;remember when. Than last week Friday morning  I did my abs and one of the gym people helped me with the some excersices. He worked me out well but I didn't feel anything other than an adrenaline rush, than two days later it hit me and I felt like someone beat the mess out of my stomach. I was going to go back but that evil curse of womanhood reared it's nasty little head and I'm not quite cool with going to the gym during that time of the month yet. So I'd been working out at home until she went bye, bye. So I worked out at home until today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's been a slow start for me but I'm trying to keep myself motivated, without a trainer, I don't have that type of money right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm going to use the gym &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;resources for free as long as I can maybe I'll get to the point where I won't need a trainer, maybe. There are a lot of online work out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;plans that I've been bookmarking and what I've done so far is to try and use every machine at the gym at least once by looking at the diagrams so that way I can familiarize myself with the place. It's scary being in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there with all these experienced people. Shoot makes you want to just curl up in a corner and do the moves everyone had to learn in gym class and you know its fool proof. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251255343236886738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOA06Y6BsNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IczJu0hbClQ/s200/SNV31981_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

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I'm going to have &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251253611760265058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOAzVmp1J2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/3cgNPy_iLtY/s200/SNV31974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;to move it up at least to every month. I hate washing my own hair!!! I rather have someone else do it the only good thing about washing my hair is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seeing the length afterwards. So, I washed my hair and tried to do a roller set with perm rollers because I was going to Miami the next day and I was going to be on my old college campus I wanted to try something new. I suck with rollers but I guess it came out okay. It looked like old lady hair to me a bit too formal so I guess I'm going to stick to just simple braidouts until I get a bit more length. I kept pulling at it to relax the curls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251256733296589138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOA2LTSFeVI/AAAAAAAAAik/TUPWVzf9pE4/s200/SNV31985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm coming up on my 9ths and my hair is really growing. I have to stop myself from smacking my back thinking there is a fly or something. It's great :) my cousin called me a few days ago after I'd text her a picture of my hair and she said she wanted to get her hair in sisterlocks. She has relaxed hair, so I had to give her some info because she thought it was something I'd done on my own. Chile boo me DIY? Not yet at least. Think she should look around some more before she decides to lock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmmm...what else is there? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251253150480750738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOAy6wQOWJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UKVDepkcBLg/s200/SNV31972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251259287793100482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOA4f_hg5sI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZttB4KL55qk/s200/SNV31968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;School is going great...I realized how much I missed being on a university campus when I went back to Miami so I'm looking forward to the spring semester, I want to live a real college student life get the full experience. Working full time will not rob me of the experience. I won't let it. That's about it I'm going to end this post here so that I can get some rest if I decide I'm going to work out before work tomorrow. I'll update my 1mths workout pics on the 8th.
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7903532730039313359?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7903532730039313359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7903532730039313359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7903532730039313359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7903532730039313359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/09/142-mile-walk.html' title='What&apos;s Happening?'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOAvxNONyXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mSZv_cGuBxY/s72-c/SNV31948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6448203043044655928</id><published>2008-09-08T22:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:39:31.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainer'/><title type='text'>I Hurt  :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Like I promised myself I went to the gym and actually worked out. I met with a personal trainer and explained some of the things that were important to me.



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Cardio, my number 1 priority is making sure my heart is in tip top shape.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Gaining muscle mass- I weigh about 122 lbs, I wouldn't mind weighing in at 135 lbs if it was muscle and placed in the right places



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;* Toning...I want to reduce these humungous boobies (I think that hurt his feelings/ the look on his face was priceless a  girl that wants to gain weight and lose boobs lol) abs of course, thighs, back, arms etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOi1cc9N7cI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Zrx3m-eGF_8/s1600-h/FitnessBefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOi1cc9N7cI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Zrx3m-eGF_8/s200/FitnessBefore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253648465741606338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I want to be the bomb diggity basically...he asked me how serious I was about committing to this goal on a scale of 1-10 and I said a 15! Shoot I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; danced through out high-school and I was on the marching band I can take it. NOT I am in PAIN, and we only did a 30 minute work out. Squats, lunges, I don't even know all the technical names I just know that my body was all extra shaky and I couldn't even bring myself to drive at 70 mph cars were passing me. I'm a speeder I don't do below 70 on a highway. Than I couldn't bring myself to take my things out of the car, going up the stairs was painful I felt like I was learning to walk again. What happens if I choose him as my trainer?? AHHHH but the sick thing about it is, I can't WAIT to go back. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'll try to update monthly. Pray for me y'all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;-DiVA 0ut ... home work is calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6448203043044655928?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6448203043044655928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6448203043044655928' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6448203043044655928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6448203043044655928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hurt.html' title='I Hurt  :('/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SOi1cc9N7cI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Zrx3m-eGF_8/s72-c/FitnessBefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6535006772831161096</id><published>2008-09-07T11:07:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:45:12.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='styling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixth retightening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8mths'/><title type='text'>8 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Woot Woot!! It's been eight months and I think I fell in love with my locks all over again. I had my hair re tightened Wednesday the 3rd, this time I didn't take pictures because I was thinking still no parts are showing other than that which lies in the middle, so I left it alone. Thursday I went to school like normal dressed in basketball shorts a white t-shirt and running shoes, didn't have to do much with my hair it was a low maintenance day for me as usual. Than Friday I woke up all extra early which allowed me added time for trying something new so I decided to try something with my hair. I loved it!!!! My hair looked locked I don't think anyone can mistake my hair for braids or twist anymore&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJdk1hMgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bq6i0EqW_Qo/s1600-h/SNV31912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326269875106306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJdk1hMgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bq6i0EqW_Qo/s200/SNV31912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm getting compliments everyday my family members say&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJm8Oli7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bq3DO_zZQEU/s1600-h/SNV31910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326430773087154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJm8Oli7I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Bq3DO_zZQEU/s200/SNV31910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; little things from time to time that let me know that they're starting to see the big picture and that just made me feel so good! So Friday night I went dancing with my sister and a couple friends and I wore a dress!!! That's a huge thing for me, I'll wear a pencil skirt or a dress shirt concoction with tights but it's been a while since I wore anything like this mini dress. My friends are always teasing me for being boyish and I know they would be proud to see me looking girlicious lol! (So of course I sent them all pictures) In the pictures with me are my sister in all her natural glory and her friend who is like a big brother to me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243327263128148738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQKXY_f2wI/AAAAAAAAAgg/nCdQ-A3Yo4w/s200/SNV31933.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hairy legs and a mini dress don't mesh well but I've been keeping with the waxing so I can show more of my chicken legs. So the hair went from a work day to a night out dancing and it did quite well if I might add. The next day I took down one of the twist and I was surprised to see where my hair fell down to.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJuBvpC8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/B6y6-PSFFR8/s1600-h/SNV31913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326552512990146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJuBvpC8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/B6y6-PSFFR8/s200/SNV31913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJ3Syq-XI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vAZiakJcf0g/s1600-h/SNV31911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326711707924850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJ3Syq-XI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vAZiakJcf0g/s200/SNV31911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say I was feeling myself. The style didn't last 3 days because I grew tired of the bobby pins digging into my scalp but I think it would've done fine. Also, look at my kitchen, one of my locks is purple!! LOL I guess it's because I tried to color in lint on that lock and I thought it was a black marker but I guess it was actually purple as the picture reveals. Click the picture to get a better look.&lt;/span&gt;




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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;School is going great I'm enjoying the classes as of now, I'm playing my violin without the lessons there was a time conflict so I had to cancel :( I popped one of my strings while playing with a friend lol that was kind of funny guess the strings were tired of me. I've since had it repaired. My gym has FINALLY opened up so Monday I go for my fitness evaluation than I'll start doing my yoga, cardio and weight training. Look forward to some before pictures in an up coming post.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQKsKlJx7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/vxbH8ul7Bfg/s1600-h/SNV31923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243327620036806578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQKsKlJx7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/vxbH8ul7Bfg/s200/SNV31923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQK5mo_fSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GZ63J3FB3KQ/s1600-h/SNV31924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243327850907401506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQK5mo_fSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GZ63J3FB3KQ/s200/SNV31924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243328143287222978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQLKn1xgsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VXdCCHzvxbo/s200/SNV31917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now on to other news. I was recently tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lockanddontstop.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Meikmeika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;, and I've been thinking about it daily since I saw the tag what 6 things I would share. I still don't know but I'm just going to try to work it out. I'm also trying to figure out who all hasn't been tagged but I still haven't found them so hopefully by the time I'm done writing this post I'll have a few people to tag. So here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;1) Link to the person that tagged you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lockanddontstop.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Meikmeika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;2) Post the rules on the blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;** I've only kissed one guy he wasn't my boyfriend, and today is actually the 7yr anniversary of the last kiss that we shared LOL! Crazy for remembering it but I do because he was my best friend and first so called love. 09/07/01 He's now married and expecting his first child with his wife. Haven't kissed anyone since him and he doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;** I have no fashion since what so ever!! As you can tell from what I wore to school on Thursday. I love basketball shorts, wife beaters, sweatshirts/pants, boy shorts, socks and sports bras. If I can't be naked that's all I can come up with on my own. My family members are always giving me a make over that rarely ever last a few days. lol I'm trying to do better though now that I'm getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;**I have a crush on Jet Li! LOL and Wong on Law and Order SVU, and the Chairman on Iron Chef and a couple other Asian men lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;**I tried the online romance thing...my family and close friends are the only ones that know about it. It wasn't really online dating, because like I've stated before I never had a boyfriend; it was just one guy that I spoke to for months than I told my famillia that I thought I may want to pursue a relationship with this guy. He spoke to my mother and everything but I never met him it lasted 2.5 years as sort of pin pals and communication ceased recently . Being from an old school Haitian family I don't know what I was thinking but I did it, don't regret it, I've learned from it but I wouldn't recommend it. My family still makes fun of me for it but I'm grateful that they supported me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;**I listen to NPR radio, I rarely find other people my age that admit to it but I love it. I get my classical music fix, and I'm enlightened on topics effecting the world rather than just the redundant celeb gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;**I have recently fallen in love....with reality TV lol...I watch : I Love Money, Making the Band, any dance competition shows, design shows on Bravo, Baldwin Hills and ANTM. My DVR makes it all possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh my GOODERNESS it took FOREVER for me to come up with those 6 things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://http://helgaslocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diary of a Thin Hair Sister&lt;/a&gt; aka Helgalocks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://locmocha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lockmocha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://happilynappilynish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nubeing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://ofoslocs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ofo's SisterLocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://lovinmylocs2.blogspot.com/"&gt;LovinMyLocs2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Any one that hasn't been tagged! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;-DiVA 0ut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;







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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6535006772831161096?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6535006772831161096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6535006772831161096' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6535006772831161096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6535006772831161096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-months.html' title='8 Months!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SMQJdk1hMgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bq6i0EqW_Qo/s72-c/SNV31912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5184091086787784861</id><published>2008-08-20T19:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:52:35.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>The Journey Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I successfully completed the summer semester 2 A's and 2 B's funny thing is that the A's where in a subject that I'm normally not great in, science. It was surprising looking at my final posted grades and seeing that I actually did okay. I thought I had given up but subconsciously I couldn't allow myself to fail. To God be the glory on that because this DiVA clocked out midway through the second term. I'm currently on vacation from work and school which I certainly need after letting emotion interfere in the work place. I'm realizing that my anger issues have not disappeared like I tried to make myself and others believe. I mean after three anger management classes I'd like to think I was a bit happier? I guess I'm not fooling myself anymore because just last week a bone fell out of my closet. So, I decided rather than stuffing it back in and leaving it to fall back out I'm going to do something about it. The calmest time in my life was during the 4 years of high school. I believe it was because I was busy with EVERYTHING and I didn't have time to get angry if I did get angry I could go to band practice and kill the formations march the hekk out of the field, spin the flag hard like I was whacking someones head off kick as if I wanted to knock that person or situation into next week or even murder the strings of my violin. I had goals I had to accomplish I had to get out of the hood and show others that this was not all WE could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SKysopFU4OI/AAAAAAAAAf4/eR8mfy6Re_E/s1600-h/violin+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SKysopFU4OI/AAAAAAAAAf4/eR8mfy6Re_E/s200/violin+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236750280947982562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I also realized that the anger reemerged once I began slipping backwards well more like getting too comfortable with in the place I'd arrived with the few goals I had accomplished lol! The devil doesn't ever want to see you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Counseling helped so I'm considering d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oing that again but some other things that I've decided to look into are picking up some of my old activities. Yoga and playing my violin primarily. I begin lessons next Thursday the 28th so I'll actually have to do more than take my violin out of it's case and just looking at it or holding it. Yoga will begin in September hopefully once this gym opens up. I've also been attending church services and that feels good, lastly school which is a must if I want to get that MBA before I'm 26 lol, who knows if that all works I may even start dancing on the side. I'm to young to be so serious I can't be everyones shero and I know they don't all expect it of me so I'm praying they're supportive of my quest to be a less angry and stressed out DiVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Sisterlocks, natural hair in general has given me a different perspective on how I want to live my life, this year began with a journey to learn how to love myself...I'm still learning how and I'm enjoying every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well back to my vacation of romance novels ;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
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DiVA 0ut!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5184091086787784861?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5184091086787784861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5184091086787784861' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5184091086787784861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5184091086787784861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/08/journey-continues.html' title='The Journey Continues'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SKysopFU4OI/AAAAAAAAAf4/eR8mfy6Re_E/s72-c/violin+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-2812462526093770155</id><published>2008-08-10T20:17:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:39:21.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='options'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bantu Knots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night out'/><title type='text'>7mths 6th Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-O9i3sr4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/AU7X7uzlalI/s1600-h/7mths+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-O9i3sr4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/AU7X7uzlalI/s200/7mths+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233058480011390850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since my last post, and I guess a lot happened since then. I'm doing better, learning how to regulate my diet to combat with the fatigue associated with anemia. Completed the final summer term 4 days ago not sure what my grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-TY7_pW4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KiDz7JI_L-s/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-TY7_pW4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KiDz7JI_L-s/s200/7mth6thwash+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063348658592642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; are as of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-S7tZlXFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XgjvGCvVEfg/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-S7tZlXFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XgjvGCvVEfg/s200/7mth6thwash+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233062846524644434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet, I wrote two papers in philosophy that gained me 2 A's one on "Freedom and Responsibility: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-YNvBjhJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0gVMZKSsvW0/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-YNvBjhJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0gVMZKSsvW0/s200/edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233068653756515474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blacks need to take responsibility for their freedom" and the second  on "Morals, Slave and Master Morality: Slavery in America a necessity for freedom now". Yea it was hard writing the second one but some how I pulled it off. I bombed the midterm not sure what I got on the final so I'm in limbo as to what my grade is there. As for Oceanography I was averaging a B before the final so who knows. I was on the deans list after the Spring term, so I'm hoping that I keep that position, if the summer term even counts. As of right now I'm just excited that I have two full weeks without school. Hmm what else have I done? I went out one night with the same group again of course. It was actually okay though it made me aware of the options out in about in this miserable city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-N7Vdq7PI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/a1zGc91NNiQ/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-N7Vdq7PI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/a1zGc91NNiQ/s200/7mth6thwash+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233057342541196530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-M00iUL5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/AzjL4FrZV-Y/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-M00iUL5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/AzjL4FrZV-Y/s200/7mth6thwash+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233056131111464850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems I'm going to be single for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-OY6ec9OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/P_gUYh2zBF0/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-OY6ec9OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/P_gUYh2zBF0/s200/7mth6thwash+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233057850692793570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOOOONG time. It's one thing when I say I'm not ready for a relationship and a totally different thing when there isn't any thing out there to be ready for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-NKsfG1EI/AAAAAAAAAeI/x1JXTLYKruA/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-NKsfG1EI/AAAAAAAAAeI/x1JXTLYKruA/s200/7mth6thwash+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233056506907644994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What has happen to the guys? Guess I've had my head buried in romance novels far too long.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for my hair, it's kept up with the stressful days and it's been wonderful. Even going out with the girls that night was okay all I did was gather my hair up with one bobby pin and was out and about looking fierce with nothing but a touch of lip gloss.  Decided to treat my hair since it allows me to be so nappturally beautiful so I washed my hair last night finally. I'm not really feeling the  sisterlocks shampoo it doesn't get a good lather. I badly want to use some sort of moisturizer in my hair, in a week it will be fine but after washing it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-QGmBJPdI/AAAAAAAAAew/jfeLR1QLu0g/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-QGmBJPdI/AAAAAAAAAew/jfeLR1QLu0g/s200/7mth6thwash+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233059734986767826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-PbphvlmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/advBmWj5qls/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-PbphvlmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/advBmWj5qls/s200/7mth6thwash+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233058997194430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Right now my hair is curly because of the way I let them dry out. Yeah this post is just a bunch of random lines...I'm still off quilter, so bare with me. Um... I can wear hats! I thought I wouldn't be able to with my hair being short but it actually looks nice.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life in some ways is blah right now, my sister is on oxygen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-QQC1GwRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/PwrPDcSB-1Q/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-QQC1GwRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/PwrPDcSB-1Q/s200/7mth6thwash+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233059897339724050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother has good and bad days, last night being a bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-SIfPa8fI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZVCLoB8tWoc/s1600-h/7mth6thwash+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SJ-SIfPa8fI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZVCLoB8tWoc/s200/7mth6thwash+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233061966550594034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one but part of today was good. We all went to church which hasn't happened in a while for me. I need to find a new church think it will help me to know that the burden is not all mine. My mother planned her funeral, she let me see a picture of her casket. Not one that I would've picked. Knowing that almost made me break down in tears to thinking I wouldn't have known what she would want, but today unknowingly to her, she reassured me that she's not going anywhere yet when she palmed my behind (PICTURED).&lt;/span&gt;

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Okay I'm stopping this post now since it's going every which way.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures are of my braid and band, braidout bantu, hat, ma famille, and me on my night out! You can click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-DiVA OUT









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I'm starting not to notice a difference after I get my hair retightened. I see the parts again but it's not like blam in your face scalp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; anymore and I love that. Also, I can see that my hair is getting fuller and I can see length in some places so all that's exciting.  I decided to treat myself this month so I went ahead and had my first facial and boy did it do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SIhz9FaI37I/AAAAAAAAAck/sae-HXMwCa4/s1600-h/6months+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SIhz9FaI37I/AAAAAAAAAck/sae-HXMwCa4/s200/6months+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226554860824485810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;stuff to my face!! LOL when the technician said that it would get worse before I could see a difference she wasn't lying bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;ause I sure looked worse. I think the products were too strong for my face because I had burnt marks in some areas and a lot of peeling. You can kind of see it in some o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;f the pictures, alt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;hough it's cleared up a bit now. I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;the natural changes that a woman's body goes through monthly may have caused it to flare up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; I know mother nature sure has been causing a flare in my emotions and I don't like it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;e bit. I want the curse to begin end an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;d leave me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt; Oh and I got my second wax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;too and because I was trying to save money I didn't go to the same place I went to a school for that type of stuff. Pinch a penny, and they had two students doing my wax simultaneously it was crazy funny because they'd pull the strips off and say sorry asking if I was in pain b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;ut I wasn't so they were like wow you have an dark side to you. Eh well that's all for this post I have to go into repair mode for my philosophy class I got a failing grade on my midterm so I have to step it up. 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And what the hekk were they feeding me?  Wednesday I woke up feeling a little off but I ignored it and carried my lil' happy self to work. I couldn't ignore the feeling of wanting to pass out, I was dizzy my mouth was dry my head was throbbing my tummy bubbling...so I'm thinking it's one of two things I'm hungry or I really need to use the bathroom. That's what my mother always told me she'd be like "go use the bathroom, so you can drink this tea and eat, you just hungry" in kreyol of course. Well after being at work from 7am-12:40ish I decided let me stop on home and try my mothers remedy before I head back to work. All I remember after that was being in bed, my mother feeding me, waking up and it being darker outside me in another bed and my mother trying to get me to drink something. Then I start complaining about not having brushed my teeth and then I'm vomiting. I had a temperature of 101. &lt;bt&gt;The next day I ended up at the ER with my sister who was also sick the night before. The blind leading the blind I'm taking her to the hospital and decide what the heck let me get them to check me out as well. I still had the fever so they forced me to take off my hoodie, make me give a urine sample...they still some blood and stick an IV in me. My experience with Dr's whenever I relinquish and go to see one is that they don't really give you much information. This Dr however gave too much information....from Kidney infection to meningitis, Xray and CTscan and probing in exit ways trying to diagnose me. After about 4hrs in the ER and all these tests they admit me. The next Dr I had wasn't AS friendly or talkative I wanted to scratch that heifers face off and ask for another Dr. By this time I'm feeling fine and I just want to go home after feeling like I've been violated worried about my sister who was still in the ER and my mother was home alone. I ended up staying in the hospital until yesterday evening so that's what two and a half days? Yeah. Diagnosis, ileaus, dehydration, low hemoglobin level/anemia. Now, the anemia that's an on going thing and I haven't been taking the time to eat the way I used to so I'll go ahead and take the iron pills and crap but how do I get dehydrated when I've been drinking more water than I ever have in my life. I do not stand in anyones sun so what's up with that? As for the ileaus, I've never had any type of gastro surgery so how to I end up getting intestinal blockage?

I don't get sick, other than asthma I'm the healthiest one in the family. So when I get sick I feel like I shouldn't be sick, almost as if I'm failing the people that depend on me. Those two days which my entire family seems to think was Gods way to get me to slow down and look after myself were two of my most restless days. I don't want to be laid up in anyones hospital anytime soon.


The journey to keep healthy and fit begins!!
&lt;/bt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7402949079380972519?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7402949079380972519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7402949079380972519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7402949079380972519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7402949079380972519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-was-i.html' title='Where was I?'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHokCMWpYGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7xqMQNHvXjM/s72-c/WherewasDiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-8500273553302495327</id><published>2008-07-13T12:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:25:02.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comparisons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 Months'/><title type='text'>6mths!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I didn't realize it was 6mths since I'd gotten my hair locked until I was getting ready to go and see Wanted with my sister.  The movie is pretty good some parts made me want to be an assassin,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo2w8N0nCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pQLVWMkh6jk/s1600-h/ponytail+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo2w8N0nCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pQLVWMkh6jk/s200/ponytail+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222546932315233314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wanted to rape Common a bit, but movies aren't as good as they used to be. I saw Hancock too and I'm sorry I didn't think it was all that, again it was good but it wasn't no iRobot, Independance Day, Bad Boys I &amp;amp;II if you get my drift. Though there was a couple parts that I liked. Okay see my ADDism took a hold of me this is supposed to be about my 6mths of lockdom. But yeah as I was playing with my hair because I was already dressed in 15 minutes or less and I was like wow, they're getting a tad bit longer, some of them were feeling harder is certain areas they were looking nappyful. I realized WHOA it's been 6mths I couldn't wait to do some comparison pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo3z8XRYsI/AAAAAAAAAcU/TkmAjCLgWgI/s1600-h/6mth1mthcomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo3z8XRYsI/AAAAAAAAAcU/TkmAjCLgWgI/s200/6mth1mthcomp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222548083406103234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;So here they are!!! Even though the first month I didn't really have a camera nor was I good at getting the right angle with my blackberry so they're not as good but you can see some difference. :) The second collage was me getting carried away with myself. I'm telling you this whole going natural thing just makes you ooze self love! lol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo3_ueWPKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vwGpxRx5Bfo/s1600-h/6mths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo3_ueWPKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/vwGpxRx5Bfo/s200/6mths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222548285836115106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-8500273553302495327?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/8500273553302495327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=8500273553302495327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/8500273553302495327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/8500273553302495327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/6mths.html' title='6mths!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHo2w8N0nCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pQLVWMkh6jk/s72-c/ponytail+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7945678889053354834</id><published>2008-07-13T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:23:19.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms.Vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mely B'/><title type='text'>Introducing....my peeps!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Last Sunday my friends from school (my old school) came to visit me! Of course I had to finally be a picture of Mely B who in a way inspired me to finally go all the way&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHopPGByvbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pXQ6lwYFRSw/s1600-h/ponytail+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHopPGByvbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pXQ6lwYFRSw/s200/ponytail+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222532057182420402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; natural and actually take the plunge and get locks. I spoke about her in my &lt;a href="http://divalareine.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome.html"&gt;first post&lt;/a&gt; and I've been trying to get her to let me use her pictures on my blog since. So I couldn't take no for an answer. Ms.Vogue is the black queen in the middle and she said she's going to do away with the "lye" so keep her in your thoughts so she can give up that creamy crack!! Ladies it was a pleasure seeing you and I look forward to many more visits. F-F/I-I/U-U FIU! Yeah I couldn't have spent my freshman year with a better group of ladies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHop5z_lA2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/WV6FFJrO2Wg/s1600-h/MelyB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHop5z_lA2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/WV6FFJrO2Wg/s200/MelyB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222532791075668834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I had to dig deep into my archives to find these before pictures of Mel from her first traditional lock install which she took down! Mhm but I'm glad she had them redone because right about now I'm having lock envy and it's all motivation for me to continue on this nap&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoqVVqaSII/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gTL1nj_wG4/s1600-h/melyb23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoqVVqaSII/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gTL1nj_wG4/s200/melyb23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222533263970158722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pturally me journey!


PS...Don't be mad I had to  dig up the afro pictures lol!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoqDv7-aMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v1aok14Yz6E/s1600-h/melyb22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoqDv7-aMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v1aok14Yz6E/s200/melyb22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222532961785505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7945678889053354834?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7945678889053354834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7945678889053354834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7945678889053354834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7945678889053354834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/introducingmy-peeps.html' title='Introducing....my peeps!!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHopPGByvbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pXQ6lwYFRSw/s72-c/ponytail+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5505648637045062595</id><published>2008-07-13T12:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:59:01.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinky Mush Mush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister/Cousin'/><title type='text'>Ma Cousine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;My long lost cousin/sister...now if I say everything I want to say in this post it will be very long so I'll just keep it short and sweet. This is my cousin/sister and her family, they were down in Florida from North Carolina last week and they came to see us. I haven't seen her other than in pictures since  2005 during my graduation. This time their family was one person larger. Ms Mush Mush is such a cutie I couldn't help but to take a bunch of pictures. (Sister/Cousin: natural born cousin adopted by my mother after my auntie passed away. )&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoz72pj0fI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-bVYVRi9Cac/s1600-h/BoogarsnPinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoz72pj0fI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-bVYVRi9Cac/s200/BoogarsnPinky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222543821264638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5505648637045062595?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5505648637045062595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5505648637045062595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5505648637045062595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5505648637045062595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/ma-cousine.html' title='Ma Cousine'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHoz72pj0fI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-bVYVRi9Cac/s72-c/BoogarsnPinky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6832725596497660502</id><published>2008-07-13T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:59:56.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low maintenance'/><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;
This is from June 27th but better late than never right? It doesn't take me long to get ready to go out on the rare occasion that I do. Why do you ask? Well because I'm not stuck doing my hair lol. Me and my sister start getting ready about an hour after someone asks us to go out. We know they're still struggling with hair, and clothes when all we have to do is find an outfit spritz a little water add a bit of lip gloss and get it poppin'!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHomU54Wz7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/6e1llw-XFUY/s1600-h/girlsnightout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHomU54Wz7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/6e1llw-XFUY/s200/girlsnightout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528858465947570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

PS...Very boring night. We went out to support my sisters cousin who was hosting this event and NOT MANY people showed up other than family I think about 10 ppl showed up and that's the bartenders and waitresses included! Sorry cuzzo but it tanked.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6832725596497660502?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6832725596497660502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6832725596497660502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6832725596497660502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6832725596497660502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SHomU54Wz7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/6e1llw-XFUY/s72-c/girlsnightout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7556347266833405739</id><published>2008-07-01T21:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:01:02.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pony tail'/><title type='text'>My Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a serious addiction and I doubt there is a twelve step program that could rid me of it. I love to read! I can escape in a book the entire day without a care for anything. If the apartment was burning down I think, I'd have to be pulled out of the fire before I could lift my eyes from the pages of my sweet euphoria. I become highly upset if anyone should even try to interru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pt me as I try to sneak in a quick dose. Escaping into the lives of the characters assuming their roles as my very own!!! Yeah I have problem lol it's been a while...okay 3 days since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrnJuqmgDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VmzW1bJq6f4/s1600-h/ponytail+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrnJuqmgDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VmzW1bJq6f4/s200/ponytail+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218237272593694770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I was able to read a full book in one sitting. (Those books don't really count because they were novella's and it was the weekend but an actual full novel in one day has been forever. )Partly because my life is so busy between school, work, and trying to spend time with my family in the few short hours that I get to spend at home. I work 5 days a week and attend classes 3 days a week, my mother and sister receive the few hours in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're so understanding and supportive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of me and they feed the fuel to my fire which keeps me going rather than giving up to run away and play like other college students my age. 21 one living the life of someone 31...I don't think I've ever lived a life that mirrore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d my current age.  W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hich is probably why reading has always been my escape and why I never had a boyfriend (that's another post lol). When my friends speak about dates and guys pursuing them I can almost relate because I experienced it too...only not through first hand experiences but through the words of the characters of my books. Wierdo...I'm a nerd lol wow. My family teases me about it all the time but I didn't realize how much my books have been my haven until after I completed this last book. "&lt;a href="http://www.trishathomas.com/"&gt;Nappily Married&lt;/a&gt;" I've been so busy lately I haven't really even had the time to sit down and blog. After completing Term A of summer with a 3.5 I jumped right in to Term B and boy is it harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrnaJlDJXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/60y_5aqaAkY/s1600-h/ponytail+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrnaJlDJXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/60y_5aqaAkY/s200/ponytail+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218237554696070514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My arms are being tugged in three directions yet I only have two so you know something just ain't right lol. Any who...my philosophy class was canceled today so I actually had my day off as my day off (other than my orthodontist appt) I decided to drop off a library boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;k then looked at the new arrivals and found "&lt;a href="http://www.trisharthomas.com/"&gt;Nappily Faithful&lt;/a&gt;" I read the first book in the series  (&lt;a href="http://www.trisharthomas.com/"&gt;Nappily Ever After&lt;/a&gt;) back in high school so rather than coming home to get a start on some reading material or get a head start on an assignment for class I opened up that book and read like my life depended on it. Getting to the last page was bitter sweet but knowing that I have part three to dig into ASAP gave me unexp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lainable joy. (I love series that follow the same characters.) It was really like a quick vacation from ALL the stress and I feel rejuvenated as crazy as this sounds it was what I needed.

The author &lt;a href="http://www.trisharthomas.com/"&gt;Trisha R. Thomas&lt;/a&gt; is a locked sister! I fully recommend all of her books even though I still have yet to read two I skipped one because the library  didn't have it,(I'm a little peeved skipping a section of Venus' life  hate messing up the chronology lol)  and the last one is in my secret hiding place. Nappily Ever After is being turned into  a  movie and guess who plays Venus and actually cuts off all her hair? &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2007/04/10/halle-berry-good-morning-america/"&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/a&gt;!!! Yeah boy can't wait to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In other news I applied for graduation for this fall...it's only going to be my AA but it means that even after my life had been temporarily derailed from my goals rather than giving up when life happened I jumped back in the rat race. It's not what or where I imagined I'd be right now but I feel so much joy that I know there is no where I'd much rather be. If only I could quench the little fear bubbles about heading back to a university when I transfer this spring. In other news look at my half up pony tail!!! It was too hot while I was driving back from campus I had to do something, and I haven't thought to take it down...this last picture is me on my way out to work. I wanted to see what the vest looked like the way  I intended to wear it when I  purchased it with a shirt lol. Good night all! I have to attend a meeting with the VP of our market this morning and I must get my beauty rest so  that I can be prepared and  not  out shined by anyone else that will be present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrno2Z0x-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/48mXglV8bfw/s1600-h/ponytail+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrno2Z0x-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/48mXglV8bfw/s200/ponytail+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218237807246755810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7556347266833405739?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7556347266833405739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7556347266833405739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7556347266833405739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7556347266833405739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-addiction.html' title='My Addiction'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SGrnJuqmgDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VmzW1bJq6f4/s72-c/ponytail+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-1890266706975975387</id><published>2008-06-15T18:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:21:18.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braid out'/><title type='text'>Braidout Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFWaYEvQXVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pnmtJCgvADA/s1600-h/braidout+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212241882130701650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFWaYEvQXVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pnmtJCgvADA/s200/braidout+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I like! I might like it a lot more if my roots were bushy rather then recently tightened. Not sure if I'll do it often, maybe only after I've washed my hair which I don't do often! *hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;
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Lawd have mercy on my scalp!! Yesterday while at work brushing my teeth after lunch (yes all the detail is necessary) I happen to look up in the mirror at the left side of my head and notice a patch of dandruff, it was so disgusting and I immediately thought to myself "wash your dang hair girl!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFUS5fOjTII/AAAAAAAAAYk/ltGNYdlFuak/s1600-h/bloglocsmth5+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212092922595593346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFUS5fOjTII/AAAAAAAAAYk/ltGNYdlFuak/s200/bloglocsmth5+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So, I move to action and start braiding my hair in the bathroom, my co worker Ter-Bear as we call her happens to see me braiding and I ask her to help! She revealed to me that she always wanted to touch my hair and that now that she was able to she loved the way it felt. That was awesome! I wonder who else wants to touch my hair but refrain for fear of getting their hand slapped lol. People at work are always hearing me speak about my hair, I never thought any of them ever gave it a second thought. She also said that my locks suited me and that when she looks at the picture on my work badge and me now it's two different people. I have to admit that it really is and I love this new person because now my beauty is all me and not part Hawaiian silky number 4! Any who she helped me to braid and band (we found a huge bag of rubber bands) and then she went to target for me to get me a HUGE bottle of apple cider vinegar so that I could rinse my dry scalp. Then I proceeded to walk around at my job like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFUVW_eS8rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EyqFkQFE34Y/s1600-h/bloglocsmth5+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212095628491027122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFUVW_eS8rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EyqFkQFE34Y/s200/bloglocsmth5+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No shame in my game lol but I bet people were thinking what a ''HOT MESS!" Awww I'm going to miss her who's going to help me braid and band in the future =( and bring me peanut butter chocolate cupcakes? (Yesterday was her last day, she transferred ) Well after walking around work for a half h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFUcJgTXtLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jPPZ-WyUZSo/s1600-h/bloglocsmth5+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212103093366797490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFUcJgTXtLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jPPZ-WyUZSo/s200/bloglocsmth5+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;our like this I made my way home and hopped right in the shower to wash my hair...I was gentle, I'm still afraid of messing something up or pulling out a lock. Then I did the ACV rinse which was SUPER funky but I think it did the trick! I was amazed at the length of my hair once I removed the braids I was feeling myself doing the little hair flip and all like "word that's all you girl!'' Yeah I know I have issues, my niece thought so too as I had her take pictures for me lol she's a good little photographer but she charges a high fee! LOL I let my hair air dry as I drove the munch kin home and then braided them going back with perm rollers at the end, we'll see what happens when I take them down in a couple of hours.
In other news: I've decided to invest in some new PJ's because I'm always wearing the same one when ever I'm taking pictures for my blog lol!


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Now my hair

While watching the recorded episode of Top Chef I got a tad bored and decided to try and style my hair...these are the pictures, we'll see how it turns out in the morning when I head off to work. I would go in depth about what was going through my mind but I have to get back to my BET movie wow it feels good to watch TV!! Oh and wait until you see the TV but that's another post.
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LOL I'll have to admit I didn't really pay attention the first few classes so I brought the low grade upon my self...I don't study, I don't think I really ever studied. I just pay attention in class read the required material probably briefly go over it once or twice while we're still on the topic...maybe bore my family with it and that's about it. So, when people ask me how to get good grades I don't know what to tell them. Eh oh well, guess in someway that's my version of studying. N-E Way &lt;/span&gt;
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This me fresh out of bed, with out the wierd morning hair finally they're behaving somewhat, minus that one that wasn't blending I would shake my head and it would still be right there all noticable. I ignored it, showed it who was boss, now I can't find it! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It is pouring down some major rain right about now and I so wish I was at home, this is the best type of weather when you're at home not stuck at work. Hurricane season one of the best times of the year. Yeah I actually like hurricanes =\ wierd I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Back to hair....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I had my hair retightened yesterday, a week late I had to cancel due to a test I was having in Oceanography couldn't miss the lecture. This was the longest it's ever taken to retighten and I didn't even get it washed. I felt bad for my consultant, my hair hasn't been washed since my last retightening and it won't be washed until the day before my next! LOL it doesn't stink and it actually stopped snowing. Those natural hair oils must be escaping from the pores of my scalp and doing what they're supposed to do. She says the back of my head is locking yay!! She also said I had some lent, I never seem to find lent in my hair when I'm looking for them. This was also the first time I felt anything during my appointment because she was pulling down my locks I thought she was going to rip out my edge but all my little soldiers made it out safely from the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-743028443201026289?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/743028443201026289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=743028443201026289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/743028443201026289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/743028443201026289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-months-locked.html' title='5 Months Locked!!'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SFBdeiUDX_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/XqL63yDf2GY/s72-c/SNV31297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7176586927154471980</id><published>2008-05-25T08:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:01:45.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><title type='text'>Wax on Wax off Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay everyone who ever said that waxing is next to child birth well I think those suckers will just fly right out of me because it was not that big of a deal. I could have been hairless a long time ago!! LOL I'm not going to lie I did scream after the first strip but that was only because I was expecting it to hurt it was like "'scream', wait that's it?" The woman at &lt;a href="http://www.spadaspa.com/"&gt;Spada&lt;/a&gt; that did my wax was very nice and funny she was making fun of my hairy behind &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDlg0HacMZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aUMDiIi_-fo/s1600-h/SNV31285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDlg0HacMZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aUMDiIi_-fo/s200/SNV31285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204297292862730642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but I look forward to going back. I hate shaving and this is like a dream come true having someone else take care of my hairy legs. Oh and I did not get a Brazilian wax no one needs to be all up in my "gagina" and a hairless "gagina" is just ugly yuckie! Men that prefer hairless ones hmm get them checked out because it's like baby ''gagina" I did get the bikini area cleaned up though and it did hurt either. I just don't know how to act now I may just have to wear some short shorts to school on Tuesday. I didn't get a rash or any irritation like I experienced with hair removers and shaving, once I got home I ex foliated my skin and the pores closed up. My legs actually feel smoother today then they did yesterday. A monster has been created.
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On another subject, I cooked! &lt;a href="http://lockanddontstop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meikmeika&lt;/a&gt; is always posting up pretty pictures of the meals she makes so the other day I decided shoot let me take a pretty picture too lol. It came out good but I love my Haitian food and I can't be eating food like this all the time. But I will be cooking a little more just have to make some time for it. (stir fried veggies, garlic parmesian pasta -this is my plate I don't believe in portions lol-   &amp;amp; chicken breast marinated  with lemon juice, sweet peppers, tomatoes  -don't ask me where I got the combination too much food network but it was good!-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDlg-XacMaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/i2kYHJs1i_8/s1600-h/SNV31277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDlg-XacMaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/i2kYHJs1i_8/s200/SNV31277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204297468956389794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7176586927154471980?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7176586927154471980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7176586927154471980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7176586927154471980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7176586927154471980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/wax-on-wax-off-part-ii.html' title='Wax on Wax off Part II'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDlg0HacMZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aUMDiIi_-fo/s72-c/SNV31285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7803772032984204763</id><published>2008-05-21T06:56:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:29:37.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haitian Flag Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10th Annual Compa Festival'/><title type='text'>Haitian Flag Day Compa Fest 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;After receiving the ok from my mother that she would be fine for the weekend, me and my sister continued with out plans to attend the 10th Annual Compa Festival in Miami this past weekend. It was pretty awesome even though half the time I was checking my phone every few seconds to see if my niece was calling to say something was wrong with grand mommy. I finally had to give a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;way my phone to som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;eone else to hold so that I could sit back and enjoy the festivities. I love Haitian culture, I'm so proud of where I come from and even though the country is in turmoil currently I can't help but to think that one day we'll be united as one, without having to sell our country to the British, French, or the US ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Every fun trips has its ups and downs, though hanging with the girls was very memorable and I look forward to more outings of the sort, one person in the bunch made things a little un-comfy for me. It's crazy when you're friends with someone for so long and you never see the difference in the way they treat you and anyone else and then some random person divulges that information. That's what happened last year after Compa Fest, my cousin stated that my guy friend was in love with me and I'm thinking no way right? Well I found out yes way and since then our friendship was sort of iffy knowing this. It did get better, until this weekend when he became pissy drunk and decided to text something to my phone. Of course I tried to pretend like I didn't get the text, but then he crossed the line as I was dancing with someone who was trying to get information a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;bout my friend not me but my friend, he pushed the guy. Not only does he push the guy but he claims me as his girlfriend then later on as his wife. Then proceeded to lean his unbalanced drunk behind over to try and kiss me landing it on my cheek awfully hard. I thought my braces were going to split t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;he inside of my mouth open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Other then that little bump in the road the weekend was great. I came home to find my mother was doing well. Think she does better without me and my sister babying her. It's hard not to but we've decided to try.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Pictures from the weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQEAiEULnI/AAAAAAAAATk/4ARgESiLM-o/s1600-h/CompaFest08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQEAiEULnI/AAAAAAAAATk/4ARgESiLM-o/s200/CompaFest08+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202787876711181938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I do not normally dress like this, the original outfit had a tshirt under that vest, but my cousins said take it off and voila!  NEVER AGAIN! Too many old men hitting on me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQElCEULoI/AAAAAAAAATs/53x_yyPykn8/s1600-h/CompaFest08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQElCEULoI/AAAAAAAAATs/53x_yyPykn8/s200/CompaFest08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202788503776407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My sissy poo who turned the big 3-0 this weekend yet doesn't look a day over 18 she got the good genes lol. She also had the since to not wear heals! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQFQiEULpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3UDz8Ual45g/s1600-h/CompaFest08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQFQiEULpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3UDz8Ual45g/s200/CompaFest08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202789251100716690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My curvaceous cousin striking a pose! Hey! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQF3SEULqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ExTOi5XJCzA/s1600-h/CompaFest08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQF3SEULqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ExTOi5XJCzA/s200/CompaFest08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202789916820647586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My other cousin is in the group picture but she was surely show stopping as well, she's the one in white next to me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQGLiEULrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QkeZb1w-CCk/s1600-h/CompaFest08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQGLiEULrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QkeZb1w-CCk/s200/CompaFest08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202790264712998578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;One of my bestest friends (skinny minny) currently living in Louisiana attending Southern University in town for the summer. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQKuiEULuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FMvEaEyF-_A/s1600-h/CompaFest08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQKuiEULuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FMvEaEyF-_A/s200/CompaFest08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202795264054931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;It was really packed out there at Bicentennial Park I know there had to be more than 40,000 people in attendance this year I couldn't get a good enough picture of the crowd from where I was in the VIP area but it was A LOT of people.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;VIP at Haitian events beats all other VIP's I've been in. You get all access back stage to meet all of your favorite artist and Haitian VJs, DJs and comedians. Free food galore and of course drinks.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQMYyEULvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O7TMno4xZ-s/s1600-h/CompaFest08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQMYyEULvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O7TMno4xZ-s/s200/CompaFest08+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202797089416031986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQwISEULwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Clvc5-s7JJE/s1600-h/CompaFest08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQwISEULwI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Clvc5-s7JJE/s200/CompaFest08+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202836388366790402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;On our last day there I went to visit my uncle and cousin, and was able to meet my second cousin his 3 month old daughter she's so chubby wubby! OK off to take my first Psychology test! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7803772032984204763?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7803772032984204763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7803772032984204763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7803772032984204763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7803772032984204763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/haitian-flag-day-compa-fest-2008.html' title='Haitian Flag Day Compa Fest 2008'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SDQEAiEULnI/AAAAAAAAATk/4ARgESiLM-o/s72-c/CompaFest08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-5427851035238251761</id><published>2008-05-16T06:39:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:01:50.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potassium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.R.'/><title type='text'>Paging Dr.ER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;It began like a normal day, I walked into my mothers room to pester her like always and say good bye before I left for class, then she asked her if I looked cute and she says the standard no and I take my camera and snap a picture and with my best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; Banks impersonation I say I'm fierce kiss her and leave.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1v1yEULkI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vi_ahLNBXhQ/s1600-h/SNV31129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1v1yEULkI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vi_ahLNBXhQ/s200/SNV31129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200936114446413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;t quickly became some w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;hat of a hectic day, I spent most of the afternoon in the ER with my mother and sister. I left my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;psych&lt;/span&gt; class early to take her to her check up and the nurse came in saying we had to take her to the ER stat because her potassium level was WAY to high. Normal potassium level is between 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.5-5.0 her lab stated she had a potassium level of 6.2. Calmly but sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; we took her to the nearest ER though she looked fine she has been complaining about a rolling ball on her chest which may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;have been a result of this high potassium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; The nearest ER was not the business it was so dingy looking and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;the woman signing people in looked off balance and everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;just seemed so rude. After five minutes of sitting and waiting for her to be seen, I decided I didn't like this place and would not allow my mother to be seen by them. We drove back to our side of town to the ER where every body knows our name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Between my mother and sister we're at this emergency room A LOT. We get there and I release the breath that I'd been holding onto and got her c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hecked&lt;/span&gt; in. Not even 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1sCCEULeI/AAAAAAAAASc/HeB0KgRVs8w/s1600-h/SNV31168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1sCCEULeI/AAAAAAAAASc/HeB0KgRVs8w/s200/SNV31168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200931926853299682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; later the triage nurse called my mother back to find out w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;hat was going on. She was nice I heart Nurse Judy, she let's us break the rules and allows me and my sister to both go in the back and keep my mother company. She treats p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eople&lt;/span&gt; like people rather than sick animals, and doesn't feel the need to wear mask and gloves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;She's old school and my mother is always requesting her as her nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;n she knows good and well the woman has to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1wcyEULlI/AAAAAAAAATU/nco0f7DgmzA/s1600-h/SNV31177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1wcyEULlI/AAAAAAAAATU/nco0f7DgmzA/s200/SNV31177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200936784461311570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1wkyEULmI/AAAAAAAAATc/LbCcPI3VqDI/s1600-h/SNV31178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1wkyEULmI/AAAAAAAAATc/LbCcPI3VqDI/s200/SNV31178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200936921900265058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;triage. They had to run the standard test, so that took a while...and I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ER's&lt;/span&gt; yes no matter how frequently I visit them I still feel very uncomfortable in them, and rather then casting that off to my mother and sister I act goofy. I was trying to make everyone laugh and it worked, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ADDism&lt;/span&gt; comes out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ll effect during stressful situations, I was telling my mommy "see look this is how Chris Brown does in his new dance video", and then I imitated people in the family or remind her of some of the whippings that I had, posing like I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; then I got in to my normal argument with nurse Willie who is a friend of the family I commanded that he get me non-carbonated soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; fruit juice and M&amp;amp;M's from the vending machine with a $1.25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; clearly not enough money to create such a thing but he humored me. He left for lunch and I had no one else to be difficult with but he soon returned and he brought back some deep fried thingy that didn't taste so bad and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; passion fruit juice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This is the kind of thing that other ER place was lacking. I forced my mother to take pictures with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; the Dr. came back and set us all at ease when he said that there must have been a lab error because my mother had a potassium level of 5.2 not 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.2 and that the clinics machine may have been calibrated differently.  Now, we have to figure out why her potassium shot up so high, high potassium correlates with kidney issues. I'll know more later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;y when I take her back to the Dr.
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My Photo  Shoot with my mismatching jacket, hey it gets cold in the hospital, smiling with my eyes -giggle-. My sister got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt; pose on as well but I have to make sure she won't kill me before I post those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1usCEULiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FVNRiWaHiyc/s1600-h/SNV31180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1usCEULiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FVNRiWaHiyc/s200/SNV31180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200934847431061026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1uMSEULhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8NHgJlCZRmU/s1600-h/SNV31160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1uMSEULhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8NHgJlCZRmU/s200/SNV31160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200934301970214418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1u3iEULjI/AAAAAAAAATE/M64-A1fIRSk/s1600-h/SNV31181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1u3iEULjI/AAAAAAAAATE/M64-A1fIRSk/s200/SNV31181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200935044999556658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1tpyEULgI/AAAAAAAAASs/8FV-7liYqdE/s1600-h/SNV31159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1tpyEULgI/AAAAAAAAASs/8FV-7liYqdE/s200/SNV31159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200933709264727554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-5427851035238251761?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5427851035238251761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=5427851035238251761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5427851035238251761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/5427851035238251761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/paging-drer.html' title='Paging Dr.ER'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SC1v1yEULkI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vi_ahLNBXhQ/s72-c/SNV31129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7812419787452178708</id><published>2008-05-14T11:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:24:58.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bored W/ Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCsEKSEULbI/AAAAAAAAASE/56LQCDQme-s/s1600-h/bw3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCsEKSEULbI/AAAAAAAAASE/56LQCDQme-s/s200/bw3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200254769424510386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yeah this post is about nothing really...lol&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-7812419787452178708?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/7812419787452178708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=7812419787452178708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7812419787452178708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/7812419787452178708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored-w-camera.html' title='Bored W/ Camera'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCsEKSEULbI/AAAAAAAAASE/56LQCDQme-s/s72-c/bw3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-4177809322455334616</id><published>2008-05-10T12:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:37:52.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Wax On Wax Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's getting really hot in Florida, and I've decided to actually dress for the weather. I have been plagued with HAIRY (yes I had to capitalize it) legs since I was in the 5th grade I can still remember being caught trying to shave after some of the other 5th graders in my class made fun of me for having "boy" legs, of course before then I never noticed the stupid hairs and had no shame with wearing short shorts. I looked a mess with blood dripping down my legs trying to explain to my mother why my bedtime shower was taking forever and how I had scratched my mosqitoe bites and that's where the blood was coming from. Boy could I tell a story, I didn't get to finish shaving instead I was reprimanded and had alcohol poured over my legs and a warning to not bloody her sheets. LOL memories. Any how, my legs are still hairy, shoot I'm probably the hairiest chic&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCXdT81EVcI/AAAAAAAAARk/x8fK2qNrwfM/s1600-h/SNV31097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198804679685068226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCXdT81EVcI/AAAAAAAAARk/x8fK2qNrwfM/s200/SNV31097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k you'll ever know and I hate shaving, I've tried Nair, Veet, and home waxing kits. LOL sorry home waxing kits brought back some more memories. Nair and Veet make me itch and the whole 3 minute crap does not work for my thick hair, I always end up having to shave after using the hair removers, at home waxes let's just say HELL NAH never again. If I remove the hair today it just comes right back tomorrow. Yes I have mutant hair I don't get nothing but a day of hairless legs and whatever else I shave, those suckers sprout back instantly. I'm tired of not being able to wear what I want to for fear of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCXdGM1EVbI/AAAAAAAAARc/VcKrTsu8ncc/s1600-h/SNV31097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;offending someones eyes when they set their sights on my appendanges. Well in the house it's all fair game and people who knew me growing up all know they can just bite me but dang imagine trying to go to the beach, I hate the beach but still every now and then I go. I can't chance being seen with all that hair and being considered a HE/SHE or something. I don't like the way it looks so because I don't like it and I like making me happy. I've decided, (drum roll) I'm going to get a wax PROFESSIONALLY, if I like them then I'll continue to get them, but I refuse to spend another summer in jeans and sweat pants. My body needs to breath and I intend to let it.(click the picture if you don't believe lol i'm not liable for any eye damage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-4177809322455334616?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4177809322455334616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=4177809322455334616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4177809322455334616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/4177809322455334616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/wax-on-wax-off.html' title='Wax On Wax Off'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCXdT81EVcI/AAAAAAAAARk/x8fK2qNrwfM/s72-c/SNV31097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-6331482416672534925</id><published>2008-05-07T13:50:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:17:17.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>4 Months Locked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My mommy is back, she's never leaving my sight again. I'm trying my best to keep her in good spirits, it's hard but not more then I can bare. The death of my cousin was hard on her, especially as news soon followed that my cousins were blaming family in the US for her death. From what I've been told they feel that if their mother my aunt was alive today they too would be in America, or well cared for. I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth and I know I'm not living in a huge house and I do have to work to get by. My mother does what she can and now they're all adults married with children at some point they'll learn that the blame can't always be placed on someone else. But eh I believe it's the lost of their sister causing them to say the things they're saying so I'm not holding any of it against any of them. My mother was denied my cousins body to have her funeral here, and she's unable to travel. Everyone that would have been leaving the US for the funeral ended up not going because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCJB1P8xwgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UX6fg1ZHLwg/s1600-h/SNV31045.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;miscommunication, I still don't have a passport which is why I did not go in place of my mother, my cousin in N. Carolina did go (Ti Rose was her sister), I need to call and speak with her about the funeral but I'm not sure what kind of reception I'll get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My sister became a citizen this past week in Tampa, it's like finally after living here 22 years you'd think she'd be a citizen already.&lt;/span&gt;
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Yesterday was the first time that I actually remembered my locks were installed 4 months ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCJBl_8xwfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hF1QV2-sPnU/s1600-h/SNV31035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197789041016291826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCJBl_8xwfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hF1QV2-sPnU/s200/SNV31035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;this is why I can't be in a relationship, I really would never remember those little anniversaries in between. I'm trying something new with the locks, I'm not wetting them until July, my scalp is so flaky I make it "snow" each time my hand goes any where near my head so this is going to be scary, guess I'll be looking into the dry wash for the next two months. I'll also have to wear a stay back sign because the summer heat will surely cause the smell to escape my nappy nest. I'm beginning to be curious as to the amount of locks I have, I had them counted once and the number was 375 which is average but I think she lost count, because I counted just now (yeah at work counting hair) and I counted 383 but I lose count after two I'm ADD when it comes to counting. My sister won't do it because she's seen my hair snow, how can I bribe her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;School is out, well it was out but I'm going right back in for a full summer semester, that began today ( forgot so I missed the first day of school). I did not obtain my goal of a 4.0 for the Spring semester, but I did come close 3.5 is what I ended with 2 A's and 2 B's. I was not feeling it at first but when everyone reminded me of the circumstances that hit me during this semester I DID AWESOME!! We'll see what happens during Psych, Philosophy and Oceanography I &amp;amp; II this summer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;




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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318875522235795015-6331482416672534925?l=inaturallyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6331482416672534925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318875522235795015&amp;postID=6331482416672534925' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6331482416672534925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318875522235795015/posts/default/6331482416672534925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaturallyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-months-locked.html' title='4 Months Locked'/><author><name>CheLouissaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09557816573904783136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SCJGVf8xwmI/AAAAAAAAARU/2OvhcpO16XI/s72-c/SNV31044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318875522235795015.post-7698498429511619725</id><published>2008-04-21T18:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:17:23.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ti Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahamas'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Ti Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just had to do the most difficult thing in my life, tell my cousin that her sister passed away over the phone. When I heard the news that a boat capsized 14 miles away from Nassau, Bahamas this morning, never in a million years did I stop to think that anyone in my family could be on that boat. I didn't even know she was trying to come to the US, she recently immigrated to the Bahamas, she was enjoying life there was the last thing I'd heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;First my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IM's&lt;/span&gt; me saying call Haiti of course I'm assuming something was wrong with my mother, everyone else was doing okay last I'd heard so she (my mother) was the only person I had to worry about. So, when my sister said we needed to call my cousin who lives in North Carolina next I was totally lost. They barely speak? Then another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; followed stating that her sister had passed away. I thought of course I'm reading this wrong...but how can you read passed away wrong? I called her and she confirmed and I'm thinking, "why? Why do I have to tell her?" Over the phone at that, I can't hold her hand or wipe her tears or explain to her children why their mom is crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We got through it my sister stayed on the phone with me in case I couldn't go through with it. Hearing her breakdown like that and the sound of her son's voice in the background asking "what's wrong?" has to be the equivalent of the pain one feels when being shot straight through the heart.
I haven't seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roselene&lt;/span&gt; (Ti Rose) since I was 11 years old and I feel like I've been robbed, but who am I to question God's will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Poverty in Haiti causes so many to flee in hopes of gaining a better life in the states. Riots are still going on now in Haiti as I write this. How does "La Perle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt; Antilles" (The Pearl of the Caribbean) fall into such circumstances? The first black nation to gain it's freedom to slavery now, we're the slaves to poverty and suffering. Risking our lives in hopes to live. My mother was Ti Rose 24 years ago, taking that risk to live and to give her children a better life, the first time she was stranded at sea with dead people on board, then later on wandering around Cuba loosing her mind. When she made it back to Haiti everyone thought she was a ghost because they thought she had passed on like many others on the boat, rather then staying in safety she tried again and she made it. Everyday I'm grateful that she did. She made it, my brother made it 8 years ago, yet the Lord called Ti Rose home.
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;R.I.P Ti Rose, you'll forever live in our hearts, all the sins of this world erased from your heart as you stand amongst angels.
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I had to accompany my brother in law to Miami this morning to drop my sissy poo to the airport at 2 am. I kept thinking I was going to die he was swerving and he told me he couldn't see well and I darn sure can't see at night. Dude didn't even know how to get to the airport. I had to let my dare devil senses come forward to navigate my beloved home city. My sister kept saying she wanted to look nice so remind her to pack on the make up right before we turned into the airport, that became annoying after a while. She wore heels to Haiti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and a suit I'm like woman you look like you're going to a revival what are you going to do when you get off the plane and the dirt smacks you in the face as a welcome? It was not the business, he drives slow, they're weird and I had to work this morning. Her flight was leaving at 7:00 AM so we had her at the airport by5:30 AM her arrival time was set for 7:55 AM she calls me at 8:15AM and tells me they haven't departed yet because some guy decided last minute he didn't want to fly they had to find all his luggage before the plane could depart. HOW RUDE !! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.
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I probably won't write much I'm still getting used to this Mac but I LOVE IT!! It saved me from awkward silence when they weren't being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;. I was able to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hitman&lt;/span&gt; the entire trip and then jammed to some music. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hitman&lt;/span&gt; is awesome by the way I love action/ assassin movies. I wanted to be an as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.pennlive.com/afterdark/2008/03/large_10000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://blog.pennlive.com/afterdark/2008/03/large_10000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sassin&lt;/span&gt; before I learned "Thou Shalt Not Kill" -giggles- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


While I'm on the topic of movies I've seen, 10, 000 BC is a good movie as well. I tell people it's a cross between 300 and Moses telling pharaoh "let my people go!"They have locks in the movie and the lead was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tres&lt;/span&gt; cute he looks like my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! He's looking a little rough but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prettiful&lt;/span&gt;, he won't let me play in his locks because they need a re tightening BAD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuKBWdSpOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qs99t5Srbw0/s1600-h/SNV30946.JPG"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good movie though I'm not good at giving reviews I end up just telling the entire movie but trust me watch it. Meet the Browns was okay, I like the play better hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Madea&lt;/span&gt; Goes to Jail will be better for me.
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Eh on to other things like ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cheveaux&lt;/span&gt; (hair):
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Had my monthly wash and my third re tightening. I find that I'm deathly afraid when she comes around to the front edges I feel like she's going to just pull one off, I'm not ready to loose one yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to try washing my hair everyone re tightening, she says I had more slippage and I'm not sure why since I've been using my shower cap and hardly ever spritz my hair with water. I don't know if it's a good I idea yet because I have white hair root &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thingys&lt;/span&gt; stuck in the front edge locks it looks weird and I want them gone! ASAP. If anyone has suggestions please do share. We have to schedule a longer session next month she says she has to pull down my locks or else I'll end up having to cut a lot of them, I'm not down for cutting no sir. I wanted to take a picture of her locks to share but she wants them to be dolled up first before they make a blog debut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.
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Yeah, sorry they're cut off I was taking the pictures and I'm not ambidextrous is that even what that word means? No, that's using the left and right side of your brain at the same time, basically I can't photograph myself well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.
After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuRdGdSpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dhAJkEOvkj0/s1600-h/SNV30994.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191402563833079090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuRIGdSpTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iIeaJDTcEKI/s200/SNV30993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuRdGdSpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dhAJkEOvkj0/s1600-h/SNV30994.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191402924610331970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuRdGdSpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dhAJkEOvkj0/s200/SNV30994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuhnGdSpWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/yLDcXRsIUzQ/s1600-h/SNV30996.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191420688595068258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuhnGdSpWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/yLDcXRsIUzQ/s200/SNV30996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191420362177553746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuhUGdSpVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_TjQw-8HUBQ/s200/SNV30995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuiKGdSpYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/3hbG35IGWmc/s1600-h/SNV31002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191421289890489730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuiKGdSpYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/3hbG35IGWmc/s200/SNV31002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191420989242778994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuh4mdSpXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XoZbGuma-yc/s200/SNV30997.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Do you see the white yukky stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't get it because she washed my hair...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; they have gone good bye bye? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191421916955714962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1Y4BHlS0I/SAuiumdSpZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3G4ikJneh5U/s200/SNV30999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's it, going to try and get some school work done. After this week I'm done until May 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when summer school starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!
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