<?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-2850773497145196707</id><updated>2012-02-18T17:51:15.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Journey, So Tag Along ~Christin To C.Nichole~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5794820766957162211</id><published>2012-02-18T03:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T03:12:12.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Audio From An Adult Children's Book</title><content type='html'>I came across the book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Go the F**k to Sleep. &lt;/i&gt;I'm not going to spend this post debating if I'm for it or against. But I found a hilarious audio of the book. If you do decide to watch this video, please keep in mind that these are the real words from the book.&amp;nbsp;Samuel&amp;nbsp;L. Jackson is the real&amp;nbsp;narrator&amp;nbsp;of this book, but this&amp;nbsp;particular&amp;nbsp;video has Gollum, from &lt;i&gt;Lord of The Rings&lt;/i&gt;, doing the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k0wqVbaUX1c" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5794820766957162211?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5794820766957162211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/hilarious-audio-from-adult-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5794820766957162211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5794820766957162211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/hilarious-audio-from-adult-childrens.html' title='Hilarious Audio From An Adult Children&apos;s Book'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k0wqVbaUX1c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8139545111310192945</id><published>2012-02-11T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:31:27.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Whitney Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9oE76qj3eg/TzcyhzkJCTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Im5kYHFSMbc/s1600/whitney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9oE76qj3eg/TzcyhzkJCTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Im5kYHFSMbc/s400/whitney.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whitney Houston was a part of the last of a dying musical breed. Her voice was one that was recognizable and unmatched. &amp;nbsp;I may be a young one but I do know who Ms. Houston is. I remember going through my dad’s crates full of records during my earlier years of elementary and coming across Whitney’s debut album and singing along to &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;You Give Good Love&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;Greatest Love of All&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, How Will I Know&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;Saving All My Love for You&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;. Then her second record came out and the most recognizable song was/is &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoyed having to dance/sing to this song in high school during the musical, Ovations, which my high school in Pasadena, CA put on every year. That is such a fun song. I can’t recall anything I knew from her third record. But &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;The Bodyguard Soundtrack&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt; is dear to me; one of my favorites to this day. I still found/find myself listening to it during my morning wake-up routine. I love trying to hit those notes knowing that my vocal chords will be shot. Lol. &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;I’m Every Woman&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;Run To You&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;I Have Nothing&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, and my favorite &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;I Will Always Love You&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted her character to end up with the bodyguard so bad, ah well. Whitney Houston also contributed to great soundtracks to the movies like &lt;i&gt;Waiting to Exhale&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Cinderella&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Prince of Egypt&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;The Preacher’s Wife&lt;/i&gt; was also an amazing soundtrack. I knew almost every song; you would have thought I was in the church choir. Lol. But my jams were on her fourth album, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;My Love Is Your Love&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;It’s Not Right but It’s Okay&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt; and my ultimate jam, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;Heartbreak Hotel&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;. I didn’t really vibe with any of her albums after that, but she still was a talented singer. The only person now who can even come close with taking her place as far and talent and vocal ability is Mariah Carey. Hate that Whitney had to die so young, because 48 years old is still young in my books. Drugs are the devil, yeah I said it. Too bad she couldn’t shake her vice before time ran out. She will be missed, especially musically.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8139545111310192945?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8139545111310192945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/rip-whitney-houston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8139545111310192945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8139545111310192945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/rip-whitney-houston.html' title='R.I.P. Whitney Houston'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9oE76qj3eg/TzcyhzkJCTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Im5kYHFSMbc/s72-c/whitney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-929070893813382790</id><published>2012-02-03T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:17:26.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Just Make Sure You Don't Tell On Me Especially To Members Of Your Family, We Best Keep This To Ourselves And Not Tell Any Members Of Our Inner Posse, I Wish I Could Tell The World Cause You're Such A Pretty Thing When You're Done Up Properly, I Might Want To Marry You One Day If You Watch That Weight And Keep Your Firm Body♫</title><content type='html'>If you write songs and you don't know who Alanis Morissette is then you need to do some research. ♫Hands Clean♫ is another one of those songs that I wish I would have written. I tend to wonder is this is a true story or not, but either way it doesn't matter. It's a great song overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2dH289KxkGw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-929070893813382790?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/929070893813382790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-make-sure-you-dont-tell-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/929070893813382790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/929070893813382790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-make-sure-you-dont-tell-on-me.html' title='♫Just Make Sure You Don&apos;t Tell On Me Especially To Members Of Your Family, We Best Keep This To Ourselves And Not Tell Any Members Of Our Inner Posse, I Wish I Could Tell The World Cause You&apos;re Such A Pretty Thing When You&apos;re Done Up Properly, I Might Want To Marry You One Day If You Watch That Weight And Keep Your Firm Body♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2dH289KxkGw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-480499168258665273</id><published>2012-02-03T00:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:20:41.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Oh Baby, Love Me Right, Let Me Love You 'Til I Get It Right, Can't You Let The Others Be, 'Cause With You Is Where I Got To Be, Oh Sugar, Where You Been?, Hanging Out With Your Male Friends, Listen, Somebody's Going To Hurt You, The Way You Love To Keep Hurting Me♫</title><content type='html'>My favorite song from the '80s! Push play and jam!!! *sings/screams out loud* ♫Oh, Oh Sheilaaaa♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wbL2lMn34Oo" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-480499168258665273?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/480499168258665273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-baby-love-me-right-let-me-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/480499168258665273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/480499168258665273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-baby-love-me-right-let-me-love-you.html' title='♫Oh Baby, Love Me Right, Let Me Love You &apos;Til I Get It Right, Can&apos;t You Let The Others Be, &apos;Cause With You Is Where I Got To Be, Oh Sugar, Where You Been?, Hanging Out With Your Male Friends, Listen, Somebody&apos;s Going To Hurt You, The Way You Love To Keep Hurting Me♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wbL2lMn34Oo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3873322762527552306</id><published>2012-02-02T14:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:33:40.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Ya'll Concerned With Drake And Common, Me? I’m Concerned With Niggas Havin’ Fake In Common, Though I’m Leading I Don’t Really Know The Path, But The Future Can’t Be Worse If You Really Know My Past, Begged To Be Understood Anytime I Showed The Wrath, But How Could I Expect Third Parties To Know The Half♫</title><content type='html'>Not all of Joe Budden's material is good but when it is...it's great. Here's one of Joe Budden's magnificent freestyles. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ORzQbrLRfxc" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3873322762527552306?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3873322762527552306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/yall-concerned-with-drake-and-common-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3873322762527552306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3873322762527552306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/02/yall-concerned-with-drake-and-common-me.html' title='♫Ya&apos;ll Concerned With Drake And Common, Me? I’m Concerned With Niggas Havin’ Fake In Common, Though I’m Leading I Don’t Really Know The Path, But The Future Can’t Be Worse If You Really Know My Past, Begged To Be Understood Anytime I Showed The Wrath, But How Could I Expect Third Parties To Know The Half♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ORzQbrLRfxc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8555781710285600230</id><published>2012-01-19T18:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:59:28.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Censoring The Internet: SOPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eSuyojBt_X4" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8555781710285600230?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8555781710285600230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/censoring-internet-sopa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8555781710285600230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8555781710285600230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/censoring-internet-sopa.html' title='Censoring The Internet: SOPA'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eSuyojBt_X4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5203416634015565785</id><published>2012-01-17T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:41:16.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAjx-Hnk9Bc/TxZMaWpqW9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-Jwo09xnDeE/s1600/DSC02687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAjx-Hnk9Bc/TxZMaWpqW9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-Jwo09xnDeE/s400/DSC02687.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know everyone has had those moments when someone you’re talking to says something that has you going, “Huh? Now say what?” You end up sitting there thinking that you can’t believe they said that because you felt they crossed the line, or you felt they were just to open to tell you that so freely. But what happens when you’re on the opposite end of the conversation; you’re the one talking and you can tell by the way they responded that they weren’t “feeling that” at all. What do you do? Well it all depends on you as a person. Most people try to retract the statement, but some just go with it. I choose to just go with it. I’m a public person so I don’t mind talking about me. Only time I’m private is when it comes to relationships and friendships. I never disclose their business; you wouldn’t even know the person and I were in a relationship or friends. But my thoughts, my views, my past, and present are always on display whether I out-right tell you, or you ask. One can say that that’s very risky because it leaves people looking at you like you’re crazy or gives people the chance to criticize your every move. True, I deal with both, but it doesn’t bother me at all. One event happened to me and after it occurred, I told myself I would say what I believe in or what I feel I need to say for my own personal contentness. Whether it altered the situation or the person’s outlook on me, at least I would know that I got my point across. And at the end of the day, I know who I am and I don’t need to take into consideration the other person’s outlook upon me, because I look at me through my eyes, not theirs. The situation that I dealt with happened when I was 14, beginning of the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. I was in “puppy love” and I wouldn’t tell him how I felt, or just a lot of things because I felt he would leave if I did. The most hilarious part of the whole situation was that he left anyway! I was like, “Damn, I should have just told him either way since the outcome would have been that same.” Lol! That was just the big event. I was always nice and quiet because growing up I was fat. The fat girl has no choice but to be nice, personality is all that she has going for her. By 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade I had lost all the weight, and in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade was still getting used to the societal changes of not being fat anymore. It had always been a lot of things I wanted to speak on or just openly tell but it would have made me an outcast. You can’t be a fat outcast…that’s two stigmas. Being a good-looking outcast is fine because it’s only one stigma, and when you’re good-looking, no matter how much of an outcast you think you are…you never are. People are shallow, people who hate people will still talk to a good-looking person. Anyway, I started to talk a lot more and liked it. When you express how you feel, it’s nothing on your mind at night because you’ve cleared it all throughout the day. Doing this also helps keeps fights at bay. Have you ever said one calm/nice word to a person without knowing that you said the "trigger word” that set them off? You’re sitting there looking so confused, not knowing they had all these bottled up words for you. Now that’s craziness! I saw myself doing that as well and that right there is insane! I had to let it go and just be more open. Some people say that’s not good to be that open because you’re not filtering yourself and it can have a negative effect on people. Well, it’s your responsibility to decide what to filter, or even if you want to filter it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5203416634015565785?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5203416634015565785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5203416634015565785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5203416634015565785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-say-what.html' title='Now Say What?'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAjx-Hnk9Bc/TxZMaWpqW9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-Jwo09xnDeE/s72-c/DSC02687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6867857086087569500</id><published>2012-01-16T17:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:48:36.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫True Love Died In '96, There Is Nothing Left Now, Replace Hearts With Business, Damn Well, What I'm Meaning To Seems I, Think I Met Someone, But He Ain't Really My Type Shittt, He Only 21, His Fingers Do The Talking, Where He's From Will Be His Coffin♫</title><content type='html'>Iggy Azalea is one of the few talented rappers that will be making way during the 2012 year. After checking out her mixtape, ♫Ignorant Art♫, I can say that ♫The Last Song♫ is one of my favorite songs off the CD. This&amp;nbsp;Australian&amp;nbsp;chick can flow, and I love her fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fqkKdCs5Nz4" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6867857086087569500?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6867857086087569500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-love-died-in-96-there-is-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6867857086087569500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6867857086087569500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-love-died-in-96-there-is-nothing.html' title='♫True Love Died In &apos;96, There Is Nothing Left Now, Replace Hearts With Business, Damn Well, What I&apos;m Meaning To Seems I, Think I Met Someone, But He Ain&apos;t Really My Type Shittt, He Only 21, His Fingers Do The Talking, Where He&apos;s From Will Be His Coffin♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fqkKdCs5Nz4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6519129409479024550</id><published>2012-01-13T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:54:26.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBAtO7_RB7Y/TxCWhJBEgjI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wZLSnYPfs1Y/s1600/Microphones.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBAtO7_RB7Y/TxCWhJBEgjI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wZLSnYPfs1Y/s320/Microphones.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Public Relations: the actions of a corporation, store, government, individual, etc., in promoting goodwill between itself and the public, the community, employees, customers, etc. &amp;nbsp;–Dictionary.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Public relations: The professional maintenance of a favorable public image by an organization or a famous person. &amp;nbsp;– Google&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I know what PR is? Sure I do because I had to take PR classes while obtaining my Journalism minor. But this post is pertaining to me, of course. The definitions that we previously stated, especially the Google definition, definitely doesn’t apply to me. Should I need to obtain a favorable public image even though I’m no way near in shape or form famous? I tend to not believe so. People bombard me with “the world is looking at you, you are on the internet”. Are we speaking of social media? Because if we are then I’m definitely aware of the aspects of social media because social media is my marketing niche! I’m totally aware of the consequences, good and bad, that social media can have on one’s life. But at the end of the day…people do forget and move on with their lives; believe me I’ve been there and done that. However, let’s talk about Public Relations. If I decided to partake in PR, I could certainly do it on my own. Make a few apologetic videos, do some charities, shakes hands with “the people” of whomever I’ve offended. I make it seem so easy because it can be as simple as that, but that’s not my stance. Don’t get me wrong, I do think about what I say before I say it and who it may offend. I keep my mouth closed when needed, and these situations that have angered people are not things that I feel are needed. I never open my mouth about certain industries or conspiracies, or even politics or religion. Those things are a whole battle I don’t need or want to partake in. But on the things I do speak about, one can say that I am stubborn. When I talk I believe in what I say and I don’t issue apologies, ask my father…been like that all my life. He saw it as me being a rebel; I saw it as me knowing where I stand in my thoughts. People aren’t going to think alike and people have to understand that. But when people don’t understand that, that’s when the PR cops come in to control the situation. I feel there is no situation to be controlled; everyone doesn’t need to understand my thoughts/thought process. So when people want to do interviews with me about the subject matter, I say…WHY? I see it as them wanting to come in and play hero, be a mediator between me and the public. I don’t need you to play hero on my end and I don’t need to set up a mediator meeting. No one, I mean no one thinks about your best interest, they think about their best interest. So what, you get a little promo and hits off the interview, while more people hate me and leave more angry comments...this helps you more than me. I’m exploited by no one; I can only exploit myself. As I’ve mentioned earlier…I’ve been through this before and appeared on a NAACP panel at a university because of a previous video. Who did it help…it helped other people talk and other people with promotion of their event. I sat on the panel with people who hated the video and people who were a part of the subject matter I talked about; people who went to the school that I spoke of in the video. At the end of the day, I walked out of the event feeling more confident in saying what I said because they proved my point. I’ve tried these things and they only make my belief stronger in what I believe in. PR doesn’t help me in any way, it hinders everything. If I wanted PR or any help to make my image seem holier than thou, I could contact my past PR professors, refer to my PR books, or refer to my past PR assignments to make one hell of a PR campaign for me. But once again…I’m not famous…so why would I care to invest the time and patience into that. Dank obwohl! &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;☺&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2850773497145196707-6519129409479024550?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6519129409479024550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/public-relations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6519129409479024550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6519129409479024550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/public-relations.html' title='Public Relations'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBAtO7_RB7Y/TxCWhJBEgjI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wZLSnYPfs1Y/s72-c/Microphones.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4311410471396324284</id><published>2012-01-11T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:06:43.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Swinging In The Backyard, Pull Up In Your Fast Car, Whistling My Name, Open Up A Beer, And You Say Get Over Here, And Play A Video Game♫</title><content type='html'>I've liked this song ever since it was released. Lana Del Rey is a breath of fresh air to a dying&amp;nbsp;artificial&amp;nbsp;industry. She brings a style of the 60's even though we're in the 10's. I enjoy when artist pay homage to their favorite era and do it correctly. Everything from her videos to her style makes her so 60's relevant. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HO1OV5B_JDw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4311410471396324284?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4311410471396324284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/swinging-in-backyard-pull-up-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4311410471396324284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4311410471396324284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/swinging-in-backyard-pull-up-in-your.html' title='♫Swinging In The Backyard, Pull Up In Your Fast Car, Whistling My Name, Open Up A Beer, And You Say Get Over Here, And Play A Video Game♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HO1OV5B_JDw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8420155440671224181</id><published>2012-01-10T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:05:36.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Why Don't You Tell Me What You're Scared Of, You Make Me Breathe So Easy, And I'm A Mess With Reminders Of You, I Often Wonder Where You Are Sometimes, I Close My Eyes And Picture It For Awhile, I Rise Awake To Find Myself Without You♫</title><content type='html'>This is one of those songs that I wish I could of wrote. Every lyric, melody, and delivery is well thought out. Res is a wonderful artist with wonderful talent that people have and still sleep on. This is one of my top 5 favorite songs of all time, so check it out. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7kGKDG6B8YI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8420155440671224181?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8420155440671224181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-dont-you-tell-me-what-youre-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8420155440671224181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6302015436985820235</id><published>2012-01-08T01:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:51:54.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ghana Part II---The Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2IddU4yNNWg" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6302015436985820235?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6302015436985820235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-ghana-part-ii-response.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6302015436985820235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6302015436985820235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-ghana-part-ii-response.html' title='In Ghana Part II---The Response'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2IddU4yNNWg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8274423422248138023</id><published>2012-01-06T13:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:07:48.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real World: 2011 Winter Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/632R2kTz64U" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8274423422248138023?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8274423422248138023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/real-world-2011-winter-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8274423422248138023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8274423422248138023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/real-world-2011-winter-holiday.html' title='Real World: 2011 Winter Holiday'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/632R2kTz64U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-992473288024191865</id><published>2012-01-04T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:48:41.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rimvPqoRzw/TwP2QSbyv6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Br7W11uae98/s1600/little-feet-big-shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rimvPqoRzw/TwP2QSbyv6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Br7W11uae98/s400/little-feet-big-shoes.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like I should go on a motivational speaking tour to help people overcome their insecurities with their big feet. From family, to boyfriends, to even me…it’s a common insecurity. Growing up I was fat, but being fat is obvious, people automatically see that. The thing I hated was when I walked closer to someone; they would then noticed and zero in on my ‘big feet’. &amp;nbsp;“DANGGGG!!! You have some big feet. What size you wear? Is that in women or men?” were the common statements made.&amp;nbsp; Back then all I knew was that people saw me as the fat girl with long hair and big feet. It takes longer to lose fat so I started with the easiest thing…my feet! I would try to squeeze into my older sister’s smaller sized shoes. Yeah, it did help my look but it also hindered my feet by scrunching them up. My dad wears a size 16/17 and he told me he used to do that when he was younger as well, and now he has horrible feet! He has bunions, corns, callouses, and hammertoes. Well guess what.&amp;nbsp; I had all those problems except callouses and corns. I’ve had four surgeries to correct both bunions and all my hammertoes, with ease only thanks to my wonderful and lovely podiatrist Dr. Galperin. But why bring damage to your feet in order to feel accepted? Yes, somethings are hereditary but most of that madness can be stopped; you don’t have to bring it upon yourself. If you have big feet…embrace your big feet! However, don’t fall into the jokes. Big feet doesn’t equal a big anything, because obviously you see there is no joke for women with big feet. I wear a size 11 in women which means I buy a size 11, not a 9, not a 10. I’m so happy that the shoe industry is finally recognizing us people with big feet now. I used to hate walking into a shoe store and they look at you like WTF! when you told them your size. Then politely they just escorted you to the back, because no need to get your hopes up to let you pick from the displays, like the rest of the normal feet people. Oh, and don’t think you’re V.I.P. because you’re going to the back where they keep the whole shoe supply. They’re only bringing you back there because of the limited, dusty, ugly inventory that they do have. As I digress; don’t hide your big feet, just find ways to flatter them. As a woman, I own flats and heels. I only own two sneakers, and they are a pair of Ked’s and a pair of Pumas. Nikes automatically make your feet look bigger than they are so I left the Air Force One’s alone a very long time ago. I left Timberland boots alone as well. As far as males go, you don’t really have that many choices. Nike’s, Jordan’s, and some dress shoes may be just about it for men size 14 and up, and they will not and never will make your feet look any smaller. Your best bet is to stay away from skinny jeans because your skinny chicken legs will lead people’s eyes straight to your feet, but if you have some thickness on your legs then you’re good. But don’t let that deter you from wearing shorts in the summer. You don’t want to die of a heat stroke because you’re insecure about the size of your feet. But everything I’ve mentioned is just too much to have to think about and have to dress around. Let’s do something simple…let’s just accept our feet and go on about our day. We were given big feet and that’s all it is to it. Hopefully one day people with big feet will be able to causally tell people their shoe size without having to think about the responses they’ll receive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-992473288024191865?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/992473288024191865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-feet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/992473288024191865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/992473288024191865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-feet.html' title='Big Feet'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rimvPqoRzw/TwP2QSbyv6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Br7W11uae98/s72-c/little-feet-big-shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1680143234430475834</id><published>2012-01-02T03:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:58:45.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Impromptu Kitchen Slave Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rcv_RfB1HiE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1680143234430475834?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1680143234430475834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/impromptu-kitchen-slave-play.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1680143234430475834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1680143234430475834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2012/01/impromptu-kitchen-slave-play.html' title='An Impromptu Kitchen Slave Play'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rcv_RfB1HiE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-95111938918096881</id><published>2011-12-23T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:28:32.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikael Colombu Is The Truth!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Colombu is probably the first music video director that really caught my eye in amazement. No, Colombu does not just do music videos, but his video for ♫The Knowing♫ by The Weeknd was very artistic, creative, and&amp;nbsp;intriguing. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fJxOBXTFi6g" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-95111938918096881?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/95111938918096881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/mikael-colombu-is-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/95111938918096881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/95111938918096881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/mikael-colombu-is-truth.html' title='Mikael Colombu Is The Truth!'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fJxOBXTFi6g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-377112765060148591</id><published>2011-12-22T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:05:13.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KARAOKE!!!! Lollipop- Alexandra Stans</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BExRjVkUIRc" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-377112765060148591?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/377112765060148591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/karaoke-lollipop-alexandra-stans.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/377112765060148591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/377112765060148591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/karaoke-lollipop-alexandra-stans.html' title='KARAOKE!!!! Lollipop- Alexandra Stans'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BExRjVkUIRc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8355777169927702154</id><published>2011-12-17T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:26:55.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My College Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xTZsUEuVUCk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8355777169927702154?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8355777169927702154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-college-graduation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8355777169927702154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8355777169927702154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-college-graduation.html' title='My College Graduation'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xTZsUEuVUCk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4445412866940289975</id><published>2011-12-15T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:58:04.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do This For Me…Not You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX30Is1sn5o/TuqlS_7kpTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YBMhO8nLDyw/s1600/Snapshot_20110526_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX30Is1sn5o/TuqlS_7kpTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YBMhO8nLDyw/s400/Snapshot_20110526_9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I work-out for my health. I dress the way I do to impress myself. I wear my hair the way I do to predict the natural image that I want. I walk the way I feel is most comfortable for me. All this is for me, not for anyone else. I bring the people I attract, and they have no choice but to like the image I portray; if they don’t they can leave. I am comfortable in my skin and who I am within. I never found myself; I created the person that I am now by who I wanted to be. I use lessons I learn/learned from events to tweak certain ways I go about things, but my thinking/thoughts are still the same. I’ve already planted my roots, but my tree never stops growing. You don’t have to like the person I am because all that matters is that I DO. I live with me, not you. I look in the mirror, not you. I’m with me 24/7, not you. Therefore, I do what I do for me. I am the one that keeps me content and happy. When no one else is there, I’m always confident that I’ll have…me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4445412866940289975?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4445412866940289975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-do-this-for-menot-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4445412866940289975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4445412866940289975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-do-this-for-menot-you.html' title='I Do This For Me…Not You'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX30Is1sn5o/TuqlS_7kpTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YBMhO8nLDyw/s72-c/Snapshot_20110526_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3431748320345351104</id><published>2011-12-13T14:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:34:24.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I’d Gladly Help Win Back Real Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDInhj6a-WM/Tue2obRTuRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3uKnRfaGWqg/s1600/love%252Ccute%252Cftw%252Cwin%252Ccartoon%252Cthem%252C-b306bdfc88def7df6beda54f0084e8d7_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDInhj6a-WM/Tue2obRTuRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3uKnRfaGWqg/s400/love%252Ccute%252Cftw%252Cwin%252Ccartoon%252Cthem%252C-b306bdfc88def7df6beda54f0084e8d7_h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t date a lot of people, especially don’t get into relationships with a lot of people; but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in love. I’ve been in love once and I know it does exist. I’m talking about being IN love with someone, not just loving someone. Before someone mentions “well if she was in love, why aren’t they still together?” It’s because I was very young and I grew up and changed as a person. Yes, we did try again but I was no longer IN love, I realized I just loved him and those are two totally different things, but as I digress. I believe in real love; not that fake we break up and get back together 50,000 times and still experience the same problems. When someone I know breaks up with someone, no matter if they are a best friend or just a social network friend, I have no problem talking to them trying to convince them not to give up. Now, if the person is totally no good for them, I don’t even try, but if this is some “Notebook”, Mary J. Blige &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;Real Love&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;, then I’m all for it. I don’t mind helping out females or males. I’m so serious about it to the point that if someone I knew was with an ex of mines, and I could see how much they love each other, I would help them out as well. You should want to see people with someone that makes them happy as long as it’s not harming them. Love is severely hard to find, especially these days when everyone is unfaithful and hoeing around. When you find real love, of course there will be ups and downs, but you have to keep it going. Some people may never get to fall in love twice. I say that because people tend to feel “there’s only one soul mate on the planet for you”, which is totally not true, it’s just harder to discover the second and sometimes third person. I’m not going to put a limit on how many times you can fall in love because that would be unfair of me. But once again, it’s a difference being falling IN love, and just loving some. People should have some type of signal that helps them comprehend when they are truly in love. Okay, I’ve never told anyone but I’ll tell you guys mine, and you all better not laugh. Lol. My heart will turn into a compass, okay stop laughing because I know you all are laughing already lol. It’ll feel like my heart is trying to rip out of my chest and go in the direction of where ever the person is. If I don’t feel that action, then I know I’m not in love. I may care about that person a lot of even love them, but definitely not in love. Anyway, like I said, I’m willing to help keep real love together and lend an open ear and advice if I have it. I’m not going to say I know everything because I don’t, but I’ve been through a lot in my relationships. I can pass along things I’ve learned and the things that I could have done to make it work or things the other party could have done to make it work. At the end of the day, people like being hooked on this drug called love and it’s okay to feed their addiction, if it’s a good one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. No I’m not contradicting myself on my blog posts. Of course I’m not good with love because there isn’t a dude out there that has met my standard and most likely won’t; I don’t want to have kids or get married. But at the end of the day, just because all hope is lost for me, that doesn’t mean I can’t help anyone else especially when all hope is there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3431748320345351104?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3431748320345351104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-gladly-help-win-back-real-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3431748320345351104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3431748320345351104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-gladly-help-win-back-real-love.html' title='I’d Gladly Help Win Back Real Love'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDInhj6a-WM/Tue2obRTuRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3uKnRfaGWqg/s72-c/love%252Ccute%252Cftw%252Cwin%252Ccartoon%252Cthem%252C-b306bdfc88def7df6beda54f0084e8d7_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3194017925606559683</id><published>2011-12-12T03:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T03:19:46.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It...Karaoking With The Lil' Sis :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CUORDwLznAw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UBCJjn_13xU" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3194017925606559683?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3194017925606559683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-at-itkaraoking-with-lil-sis-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3194017925606559683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3194017925606559683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-at-itkaraoking-with-lil-sis-p.html' title='Back At It...Karaoking With The Lil&apos; Sis :P'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CUORDwLznAw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2368061683097233540</id><published>2011-12-09T19:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:18:56.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8gXwqJqijI/TuKyGcWGdwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-3092CXa5EY/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8gXwqJqijI/TuKyGcWGdwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-3092CXa5EY/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My younger sister had to model in charity event and I was picking out outfits for her. My mother came in and said that she needed a dress to cover up. My younger sister is 14 years old, 5’9”, slender build, and since she is so slender, her boobs tend to stand out more. She’s only a 34-B but it looks a bigger because once again, she is slim. I’ve noticed that since she hit puberty she covers up her upper body a lot when she’s around the house, she doesn’t even like getting dressed in front of me anymore like I’m going to criticize her.  After my mom left, I had a talk with her. She said she tries to cover up as much as she can, and I shook my head. Parents don’t realize how much they make their children self-conscious. Adolescents are already having it hard enough in high school; they don’t need the criticism about their body changes. Every one of all ages should embrace their bodies. So what if other people don’t like it, they don’t have to because it’s obviously not their body.  I have small boobs and a small booty but I don’t care because I love myself regardless. I still feel beautiful regardless of someone else’s opinion. And yes I do understand how it feels to want someone else’s body or just want to change yourself. When I was younger I was overweight and I knew there were certain outfits I just wasn’t going to be able to pull off. But with maturity comes understanding, with understanding comes growth, with growth comes acceptance, with acceptance becomes confidence, and with confidence you no longer want to be anyone but yourself. Regardless of what God has given you body wise…just take it, accept it, and move on. Everyone isn’t going to see what you see when you look in the mirror, and that’s perfectly okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2368061683097233540?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2368061683097233540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/embrace-yourself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2368061683097233540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2368061683097233540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/embrace-yourself.html' title='Embrace Yourself!'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8gXwqJqijI/TuKyGcWGdwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-3092CXa5EY/s72-c/IMG_2192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2953290424625693627</id><published>2011-12-09T00:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:08:43.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit Back To Southern Cal</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ouv9BOWELZ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2953290424625693627?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2953290424625693627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/visit-back-to-southern-cal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2953290424625693627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2953290424625693627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/visit-back-to-southern-cal.html' title='A Visit Back To Southern Cal'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ouv9BOWELZ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6187300082924492321</id><published>2011-12-01T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:30:12.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫If I Had A Choice I'd Be A Saint, But I Am A Sinner Who Is Over It Over It, Call It A Loss Or Call It Fate, It's Still A Beautiful Beautiful Thing♫</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite song by Sick of Sarah. Their ♫2205♫ album is a great CD. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jzca7cq43Ds" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6187300082924492321?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6187300082924492321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-had-choice-id-be-saint-but-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6187300082924492321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6187300082924492321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-had-choice-id-be-saint-but-i-am.html' title='♫If I Had A Choice I&apos;d Be A Saint, But I Am A Sinner Who Is Over It Over It, Call It A Loss Or Call It Fate, It&apos;s Still A Beautiful Beautiful Thing♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Jzca7cq43Ds/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7721749199157251699</id><published>2011-11-15T17:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:20:05.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse Tribute</title><content type='html'>Ms. Amy Winehouse was one of my favorite singers. Her music is so soulful, true, and timeless. I had the opportunity to do my final project in Photojournalism class on her and I enjoyed every minute of it. Such a beautiful person that we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mv8_I0wxXC8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7721749199157251699?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7721749199157251699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/11/amy-winehouse-tribute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7721749199157251699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7721749199157251699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/11/amy-winehouse-tribute.html' title='Amy Winehouse Tribute'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mv8_I0wxXC8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8177715779548811003</id><published>2011-11-09T14:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:29:01.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaMvu2yGsDU/TrridmvBEoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Y_XTp4LyXGU/s1600/inspire-me.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaMvu2yGsDU/TrridmvBEoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Y_XTp4LyXGU/s400/inspire-me.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is inspiration? What is it to be inspired? Honestly, I don’t know. I know the dictionary definition of these terms but have never experienced them in real life. Another year is about to close so another year of reflection has to happen. I can say that none of my friends or relationship partners has ever inspired me. Who wants to be around people like that all the time? I’m not putting them down because they probably inspire other people; just not me. I hear people tell me how they’re proud of me and how they want to get “on my level”. But I sit there and look at them like “I haven’t done anything…yet”, at least that’s how I feel. I want to have a friend and ask them questions like “What would be the best way to end this business proposal?” or “What’s the best restaurant to eat at in Dubai?” I don’t want to get answers to questions like “What club is ‘poppin’ this weekend?” or “What new types of diapers have come out?” I’m just in a different place in my life and I need a different group of people to spend my time with, if I was to spend time with anyone at all. Having inspiration makes me want to do more and be more, because it’s like healthy competition. And when I say inspiration, I’m not meaning it as monetary thing. You can have a million in the bank but be a drug dealer, that’s not inspiration. You can be an entrepreneur but ‘bumming’ off other people because none of your ideas ever reach the production line, that’s not inspiration. Maybe one day I’ll run into someone who inspires me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8177715779548811003?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8177715779548811003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/11/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8177715779548811003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8177715779548811003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaMvu2yGsDU/TrridmvBEoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Y_XTp4LyXGU/s72-c/inspire-me.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3937211000092870431</id><published>2011-10-27T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:57:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Going To Save Us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reGrIFYdHR4/TqoEjy-XjVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MW8vB7GjkTM/s1600/world+in+hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reGrIFYdHR4/TqoEjy-XjVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MW8vB7GjkTM/s320/world+in+hand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Randomly, a thought popped in my head; what are the 90’s babies known as? I asked that question on Facebook and Twitter and the response I felt that explained it well was “The Lost Generation”. (Thanks Jorge for helping me out with that one.) &lt;b&gt;The 60’s babies are known as “The Civil Rights Generation”.&lt;/b&gt; During the 60’s, people were working hard, trying to make a better way of life for their family. The people had so much courage in them and believed in what was right. There were some great leader’s that came out of that era. Races were trying to and they did break barriers. They were themselves, they had pride in what they did, were respectful, and just wanted to do and be better. &lt;b&gt;The 70’s babies are known as “The Hippie Generation”.&lt;/b&gt; They were so calm and easy. The people just wanted show love to Mother Nature and warn us about the effects of not “going green”. They also were druggies and promiscuous and became a little ‘laxed’ on the strides they should be making. Can you blame it on the organized killing of some of the most influential leaders? That’s another story. Fashion and music became a major staple all over the world in a major way! &lt;b&gt;The 80’s babies are known as “The Crack Generation”.&lt;/b&gt; These people had to sit there and take the fact that crack was influencing and changing their neighborhoods. Police figured since they couldn’t make people slaves and couldn’t beat them with whips and chains, they’d imprison them for life and beat innocent and the guilty with billy clubs. When that didn’t work, they’d kill people or better yet, get people to kill each other. Whether the killing was gang related or crack related, it didn’t matter to them. This is the generation where they saw how hard their parents worked to make a better life and decided they would never work that hard and slave for ‘the white man’. People turned to music to try to escape, and with that helped emerge a new way of protesting. &lt;b&gt;The 90’s babies are known as “The Lost Generation”.&lt;/b&gt; What do you expect when you mixed the two previous generations? These people feel they need to reap the benefits of the work from previous generations without really having to do all the work. They feel a sense of self-entitlement and that the world is their oyster; feeling they are invincible. They feel they need to experience something on their own before they learn their lesson. However, they are brilliant, they have figured the easy way to doing things; take a look at technology. These people are pop culture’s babies. Parents we’re too busy trying to make a living for their children that the television, magazines, and music raised their children. They are latch-key kids. There is no voice for the 90’s generation, most follow and don’t lead. They are simply ‘too cool for school’.&lt;b&gt; The 00’s babies, I’m predicting, are known as “The Abandoned Generation”.&lt;/b&gt; You could simply look at the pattern and come to that theory. The people in the 00’s are raised by children; “babies making babies”. Their parents are too consumed in “doing what they need to do” that they are forgetting that they have to grow up and be parents, and not act like a sibling. These people are the ones with teacher’s that barely teach, so kids can barely read, or know how to multiply; they don’t even write in cursive anymore. They feel no one is listening, so they let the internet and video games raise them while they pop in their TV dinner and play parent to their younger sibling. These people will have the hardest time trying not to go broke to try to get into college, and that is if they can get in with this receding education system. They will be working all of their lives because there will be no social security for them. They will know they are forgotten about and become numb to the fact, because they have always been abandoned. These babies will be some of the most intelligent babies ever! They will break rules and make a way out of no way. They will be inventors and help light the torch that they will pass off to the 10’s babies. This generation will breed innovators. It will also breed the most culturally sensitive people with globalization being in full effect. &lt;b&gt;The 10’s babies, I’m predicting and hoping, will be known as “The Restoration Generation”.&lt;/b&gt; With all the changes that have been made over a century, they will be the result of it. Less racism, more going green, understanding the damages of drugs, finding their way, and understanding the disadvantages of being abandoned; they have the tools to understand how to turn the world around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3937211000092870431?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3937211000092870431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-going-to-save-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3937211000092870431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3937211000092870431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-going-to-save-us.html' title='Who&apos;s Going To Save Us?'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reGrIFYdHR4/TqoEjy-XjVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MW8vB7GjkTM/s72-c/world+in+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2752557174941567636</id><published>2011-10-21T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:31:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫I'm Missing You, Can't Wait To Get Home So I Can Hold You, Pain Is Love When It Comes To You, Faithful And True Is What I Stay To You, You My Homie When I Chill With You♫</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite songs. I only have six favorites and B2K made the list of course. I was a hard-core B2K fan; I swore up and down I was going to marry Lil' Fizz lol! Anywho, this song was penned by the talented The Dream, and overall I just love the vibe of this song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ilfvz7bedTY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2752557174941567636?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2752557174941567636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-missing-you-cant-wait-to-get-home-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2752557174941567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2752557174941567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-missing-you-cant-wait-to-get-home-so.html' title='♫I&apos;m Missing You, Can&apos;t Wait To Get Home So I Can Hold You, Pain Is Love When It Comes To You, Faithful And True Is What I Stay To You, You My Homie When I Chill With You♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ilfvz7bedTY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2449378098285561139</id><published>2011-10-14T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T21:54:58.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don’t Have Enough Emotions for A Man; I’m Content with Dying Alone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EcDKGDfjcM/Tpjz-yLxBII/AAAAAAAAAXg/ERfW8ECLFHo/s1600/IMG_4360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EcDKGDfjcM/Tpjz-yLxBII/AAAAAAAAAXg/ERfW8ECLFHo/s400/IMG_4360.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every time a man gets close to me, I let him down. I am blunt. I am detached from my emotions. I don’t say I love you often. I am super realistic. I expect older people to have tough skin so I show less compassion to them. With every serious relationship I’ve had with a man, he has always left heartless or hurt. Even my dad would randomly call to vent about how I hurt him because the last time he can remember I said “I love you” was when I was a little girl. I am selfish and I can admit that, and I can live with that. As a little girl I always knew that I would never get married because I very rarely compromise. I can’t deal with the same person for long amounts of time. And when I feel as if he is complaining to me too much or I just don’t feel like being a part of it, I either shut down or shrewdly walk away without putting into consideration their feelings. I don’t think these men are wrong to feel how they feel, I just know that have put more emotion into me, than I do them and that’s where the conflict arises. I hate feeling like I have a husband when I know I don’t have one purposely. I don’t want to deal with the emotions and the arguments. I’ll sacrifice me possibly having some blissful times with another, just because of that. The thing is that I let these men know how I am. I guess they think they can “change me” or see it as a challenge. But you can’t change someone that doesn’t want to be changed; you’ll end up getting your feelings hurt. And that’s why I tend to not feel bad because it’s not like I didn’t let them know who and how I am in the first place. Yes, that would be the big argument out of this whole post. If someone shows/tells you how they are…believe them and either take it or leave it without complaining.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2449378098285561139?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2449378098285561139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-have-enough-emotions-for-man-im_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2449378098285561139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2449378098285561139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-have-enough-emotions-for-man-im_14.html' title='I Don’t Have Enough Emotions for A Man; I’m Content with Dying Alone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9EcDKGDfjcM/Tpjz-yLxBII/AAAAAAAAAXg/ERfW8ECLFHo/s72-c/IMG_4360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5331992107313291107</id><published>2011-10-14T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:54:30.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Pappa Don't Preach, Hov Don't Bite, Hov Been Through It I Might Mo Yo Life, Cuz I'ma Show You Right, Proper Etiquette How To Hold Yo Knife, Keep It Competitive With Oprah's Ice, Be Like Janet Take Control Of Yo Life♫</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite songs by Pharrell. It's very rare that I date someone my age, so I really like the story it tells. Jay-Z's verse is my favorite because if people think the guy is too old for me, they get worried and start asking me questions lol. Men naturally are slow maturers, so sometimes it may take a&amp;nbsp;35 year old man&amp;nbsp;to be on the same level of maturity and understanding as a 26 year old woman. Anywho, I love the production on this track and it's a nice song to jam to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lxz8cl8m2oA" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5331992107313291107?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5331992107313291107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/pappa-dont-preach-hov-dont-bite-hov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5331992107313291107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5331992107313291107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/pappa-dont-preach-hov-dont-bite-hov.html' title='♫Pappa Don&apos;t Preach, Hov Don&apos;t Bite, Hov Been Through It I Might Mo Yo Life, Cuz I&apos;ma Show You Right, Proper Etiquette How To Hold Yo Knife, Keep It Competitive With Oprah&apos;s Ice, Be Like Janet Take Control Of Yo Life♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Lxz8cl8m2oA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8012263764350649802</id><published>2011-10-07T09:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:42:40.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Females</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfIhK34Z9YM/To8Os24jMdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JRNumcTWJu4/s1600/models_wideweb__470x3360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfIhK34Z9YM/To8Os24jMdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JRNumcTWJu4/s400/models_wideweb__470x3360.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They say a lot of gorgeous females&amp;nbsp;have ugly friends in order to make themselves look better, or to help hide their insecurities. Most&amp;nbsp;females are like that, but some have other reasons. I’m not going to get into that because that isn’t the purpose of this post. Gorgeous&amp;nbsp;females are cool; I have no problem with them at all. I do get suspicious of some gorgeous&amp;nbsp;women that could be hanging around my guy. If my guy has gorgeous&amp;nbsp;ladies as his friend, I don’t mind; obviously I must have been one of those gorgeous&amp;nbsp;ladies that was just his friend before we took it to another level …hahaha :P. Females are sneaky in general so I don’t separate the ugly ones from the gorgeous ones; I treat them all the same as far as getting to know them in order to see which ones can stay around my man and which ones can’t. Most guys would insert here and say I’m not secure with myself and all that BS but no, I’m protective about the ones I love and maybe a tad bit controlling but whatever. In order to keep a relationship secure, you have to cut off some people that have bad intentions. Most married people don’t still hang around their single friends for a reason, duh! If I have a guy with outstanding common sense I know that he will do what’s right and cut off any female, regardless of looks, to keep the level of respect that our relationship should have. Some&amp;nbsp;females are around only to break up the relationship so they can slide in, and most of the time it’s easier for gorgeous&amp;nbsp;females to do that. If I have a guy that’s a little slow on the common sense side, I’ll let him know which one he needs to drop, only after scoping the female out. You can’t base how to drop females based on looks, that’s not logical. A real man who sees his relationship going far will drop the “suspected” females, and will insist on his lady doing the same; and this is completely 100% right and fair! I believe it’s human nature to just have the gorgeous friends dropped first because of the physical. But IT IS okay for your mate to have gorgeous friends. Now if your mate JUST has ugly friends…they’re a shallow person lol!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8012263764350649802?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8012263764350649802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/gorgeous-females.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8012263764350649802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8012263764350649802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/gorgeous-females.html' title='Gorgeous Females'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfIhK34Z9YM/To8Os24jMdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JRNumcTWJu4/s72-c/models_wideweb__470x3360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4099240109974955948</id><published>2011-10-04T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:49:09.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Diamonds Used To Be Coal, Look Young Cause They Got Soul, That's Why They're Beautiful, And My Heart Used To Be Cold, 'Til Your Hands Laid On My Soul, Baby That's Why You're Beautiful♫</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite Beyonce song, lyrically wise. I also love the arrangement of the song and how the baseline and drums come in...beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6ErF8NvlA7U" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4099240109974955948?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4099240109974955948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/diamonds-used-to-be-coal-look-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4099240109974955948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4099240109974955948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/10/diamonds-used-to-be-coal-look-young.html' title='♫Diamonds Used To Be Coal, Look Young Cause They Got Soul, That&apos;s Why They&apos;re Beautiful, And My Heart Used To Be Cold, &apos;Til Your Hands Laid On My Soul, Baby That&apos;s Why You&apos;re Beautiful♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6ErF8NvlA7U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2429750380167842949</id><published>2011-09-24T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:58:54.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Cause If Summer Is Here, I'm Still Waiting There, And Winter Is Here, And I'm Still Waiting There, Like I Said It's Been Three Years Since I'm Knockin' On Your Door, And I Still Can Knock Some More♫</title><content type='html'>I love Jay Sean's rendition of this Bob Marley classic. I enjoy the vibe of this song with the acoustic guitar. The song makes me feel all "springy/summery" and I love songs that make me feel that way; such a serene feeling. This song seems to always inspire me to write love songs every time I play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ra8oyn3fm2k" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2429750380167842949?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2429750380167842949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-if-summer-is-here-im-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2429750380167842949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2429750380167842949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-if-summer-is-here-im-still.html' title='♫Cause If Summer Is Here, I&apos;m Still Waiting There, And Winter Is Here, And I&apos;m Still Waiting There, Like I Said It&apos;s Been Three Years Since I&apos;m Knockin&apos; On Your Door, And I Still Can Knock Some More♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ra8oyn3fm2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8220870482991515275</id><published>2011-09-22T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:57:29.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking On Photography #TeamCanon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z8PtnjcBeI/TnvLMJwjsVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TlWV4lsxSuw/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z8PtnjcBeI/TnvLMJwjsVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TlWV4lsxSuw/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm taking on photography. It's something I always wanted to try but never had enough money to invest in a photography camera, but now I do! ☺ My little brother is doing the same thing as well, but he has a Nikon. He bought&amp;nbsp;tripods and everything, but I keep telling him that I'll produce better quality photos than him anyday; I&amp;nbsp;have photoshop knowledge, so I win! Lol. However, I still love my Sony digital camera and will continue to take that everywhere with me (because it's easier to handle because all the camera settings are automatic). Occasionally I walk around with my Canon, and when I do I turn my "picture perfect eyes" on. I was on the plane heading home to Houston when I figured I'd pull the camera out. I love looking at the clouds. If I could, I would exit the plane and jump on those fluffy beautiful things, but gravity does exists so that won't ever be happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8220870482991515275?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8220870482991515275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/taking-on-photography-teamcanon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8220870482991515275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8220870482991515275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/taking-on-photography-teamcanon.html' title='Taking On Photography #TeamCanon'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z8PtnjcBeI/TnvLMJwjsVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TlWV4lsxSuw/s72-c/IMG_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7965003908162320632</id><published>2011-09-21T20:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:03:49.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Hold Up For These Other Niggas Roll Up And Try And Get Cha, The Ones That Say They Riders But Never Do Ride Witcha, I'm Tryna Vibe Witcha So Won't You Throw Me Your Phone Number, And Let Them Lames Get Cha Old Number♫</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite jams by J.Cole. No, it didn't make the album ♫Cold World: The Sideline Story♫ (great album by the way), but it's still legit. I guess I love it so much because it samples my favorite song by Janelle Monae ♫Neon&amp;nbsp;Valley Street♫&amp;nbsp;(shown below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XphBAub6xpQ" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wXRPzlKFGSk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7965003908162320632?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7965003908162320632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/hold-up-for-these-other-niggas-roll-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7965003908162320632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7965003908162320632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/hold-up-for-these-other-niggas-roll-up.html' title='♫Hold Up For These Other Niggas Roll Up And Try And Get Cha, The Ones That Say They Riders But Never Do Ride Witcha, I&apos;m Tryna Vibe Witcha So Won&apos;t You Throw Me Your Phone Number, And Let Them Lames Get Cha Old Number♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XphBAub6xpQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1899000975182072799</id><published>2011-09-19T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:11:32.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done With The Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bblLibIS6mM/Tnfd-QmP9tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/h3-z2R2oISU/s1600/porky_pig-5180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bblLibIS6mM/Tnfd-QmP9tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/h3-z2R2oISU/s320/porky_pig-5180.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;I'm done with pork! I went out of town recently and I noticed that I was eating a lot of pig products that was messing with my stomach. I’ve decided to stick with my beef and chicken, and some turkey. Ground turkey goes along in the same bin as pork. I was happy to find out that there is such thing as beef bacon because oh boy, I was worried about not having my bacon! The propaganda from the movie Contagion also helped push my decision a little as well. But, I will finish off the honey ham and pork bacon that’s in the refrigerator; might as well not let it go to waste. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've never liked Babe the pig anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1899000975182072799?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1899000975182072799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/done-with-pig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1899000975182072799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1899000975182072799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/done-with-pig.html' title='Done With The Pig'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bblLibIS6mM/Tnfd-QmP9tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/h3-z2R2oISU/s72-c/porky_pig-5180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4260283602855774986</id><published>2011-09-16T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:56:47.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ddvigV05N4/TnPuoEKgYWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4rtUg89E7K8/s1600/detail_of_young_woman_putting_band-aid_on_her_knee_016658bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ddvigV05N4/TnPuoEKgYWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4rtUg89E7K8/s320/detail_of_young_woman_putting_band-aid_on_her_knee_016658bl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was randomly thinking about how long it takes me to heal after surgery. Every time, it took my body three days to heal and by the fourth day I was well. I’ve also noticed that when something I feel is bad occurs in my life, it has the same healing time as something physical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: After I come from surgery, I know something within my body has changed, but I feel no pain because I’m still hung over from the anesthesia. My pain is numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the news about the incident, I’m usually in subtle shock. I can’t believe what has happened, but then again I can. I tend to go on about the day like nothing has happening; I am numb to the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: When I wake up and try to move, I feel the pain shooting through my body. I have the choice to take my pain meds, or bear through it. I know that I’m not well and I basically have open incisions that need to heal. And if I try to push myself too far, I can damage something or bleed unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up, I realize that I must face my consequences; that’s when I’m either angry or moping around. I have the choice of participating in retail therapy, or bearing through it knowing that I shouldn’t be spending unnecessary money. This is the day when I start to think about the whole incident and I realize I really can’t do anything to change what has happened. I’m very unproductive during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: I try to move around, and I do get far, but not far enough to reach my destination without feeling the pain slowly coming back. I realize that my incisions are indeed healing, but they still need a little more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I’ve realized that it’s going to be what it’s going to be. I think I’m fine and can continue my life as the incident never occur, but little things start to remind me of the incident and I get taken aback. It could be something as simple as seeing a post/tweet from the person involved in the incident, a picture of them that I stumble across, a song on the radio, an episode on TV, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: I’M FINE!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it this way? I have no idea but I recognize the pattern and I’m okay with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4260283602855774986?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4260283602855774986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4260283602855774986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4260283602855774986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ddvigV05N4/TnPuoEKgYWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4rtUg89E7K8/s72-c/detail_of_young_woman_putting_band-aid_on_her_knee_016658bl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-550240730874606103</id><published>2011-09-15T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:38:19.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫I Threw Out All 3 Dozen Roses, And The Letters That You Wrote, Cause Even When You're With Me, I Still Feel Like I'm Alone♫</title><content type='html'>My favorite song from Priscilla Renea. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wxP85nrUfqw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-550240730874606103?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/550240730874606103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-threw-out-all-3-dozen-roses-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/550240730874606103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/550240730874606103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-threw-out-all-3-dozen-roses-and.html' title='♫I Threw Out All 3 Dozen Roses, And The Letters That You Wrote, Cause Even When You&apos;re With Me, I Still Feel Like I&apos;m Alone♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wxP85nrUfqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7294634157976283304</id><published>2011-09-10T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:33:12.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫A Domesticated Girl Thats All You Ask Of Me, Darling It Is No Joke This Is Lycanthropy♫</title><content type='html'>I love to dance to this song. The remix is way better than the original version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1a69hXrX93Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7294634157976283304?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7294634157976283304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/domesticated-girl-thats-all-you-ask-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7294634157976283304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7294634157976283304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/domesticated-girl-thats-all-you-ask-of.html' title='♫A Domesticated Girl Thats All You Ask Of Me, Darling It Is No Joke This Is Lycanthropy♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1a69hXrX93Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-362292673547146567</id><published>2011-09-07T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:23:29.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Video Credit! ☺</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lvKnuhXkp3Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-362292673547146567?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/362292673547146567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-video-credit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/362292673547146567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/362292673547146567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-video-credit.html' title='My First Video Credit! ☺'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lvKnuhXkp3Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7147787371742196082</id><published>2011-09-04T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:09:56.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Lately, I Can't Seem To Get My Mind Off You Boy, Thinking, All The Slick Shit I'm Gon’ Say When You Call To Make You Want Me More, Cuz I Be Acting Like I'm Not, When I'm Really Feeling You♫</title><content type='html'>There is a video to this song, but I feel it's takes away from the vibe that the song gives you without the visual. Press play and you'll see. #Vibin' ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Teedra Moses is one of my favorite singers. My favorite song in the world is ♫Complex Simplicity♫ by Ms. Teedra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QB53TrKd8uw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7147787371742196082?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7147787371742196082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/lately-i-cant-seem-to-get-my-mind-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7147787371742196082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7147787371742196082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/09/lately-i-cant-seem-to-get-my-mind-off.html' title='♫Lately, I Can&apos;t Seem To Get My Mind Off You Boy, Thinking, All The Slick Shit I&apos;m Gon’ Say When You Call To Make You Want Me More, Cuz I Be Acting Like I&apos;m Not, When I&apos;m Really Feeling You♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QB53TrKd8uw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4526259276366186409</id><published>2011-08-20T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:37:52.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫He Changes My Heart's Tempo, Ain't Never Met A Boy Who Could Love My Senses, Love To Be Next To You, Without You I'd Be Missing Apart Of My Heart, Leave Your Friends Behind And Let's Get Closer Babe♫</title><content type='html'>This is my FAVORITE love song of all times. I love Libby's voice. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rlr_SjKDy0o" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4526259276366186409?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4526259276366186409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-changes-my-hearts-tempo-aint-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4526259276366186409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4526259276366186409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-changes-my-hearts-tempo-aint-never.html' title='♫He Changes My Heart&apos;s Tempo, Ain&apos;t Never Met A Boy Who Could Love My Senses, Love To Be Next To You, Without You I&apos;d Be Missing Apart Of My Heart, Leave Your Friends Behind And Let&apos;s Get Closer Babe♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rlr_SjKDy0o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4420394980640244871</id><published>2011-08-19T20:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:41:06.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Have To Remember That I’m Such A Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Yes, I was raised by my father so yes, I have some male tendencies but I pride myself on being a female. Sometimes the things that males do send me into a “yeah, I’m glad I f-ed you over big time” or a “yeah I’m glad you didn’t get any of my time” mode. I have a “Fuck You Too” list and for some reason the males on that list is rapidly growing since the beginning of this year. I just don’t have time for it. Two things that nagged at me today is 1) why try to start something with someone knowing that it’s not going to work from the get go and 2) why be friends with your ex’s friends when obviously you didn’t and still don’t really know them and ya’ll are over. 1) I’m not the one for wasting time. If you just want to have sex then just say that. I may tell you okay, I may tell you no way but don’t bullshit me because I’m not going to bullshit you. 2) Leave your past in your past. I feel if someone you were once with introduced you to their friend then obviously that’s their friend not yours, especially if you’ve only seen then less than a handful of times. 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I’m going to go put a dress and heels on so my “I’m such a lady” tendencies can take over again. ☻&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4420394980640244871?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4420394980640244871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-i-have-to-remember-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4420394980640244871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4420394980640244871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-i-have-to-remember-that-im.html' title='Sometimes I Have To Remember That I’m Such A Lady'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptZnhJlzp9g/Tk8HnakvzeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/4X-nQIiEYQk/s72-c/DSC06315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5022100346828437499</id><published>2011-08-19T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:10:17.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Just Let Me Get In My Zone, I'll Be Making Love To Her Through You, So Let Me Keep My Eyes Closed, And I Won't See A Damn Thing, I Can't Feel A Damn Thing, But If I Touch You Right♫</title><content type='html'>The Weeknd's new mixtape ♫Thursday♫ was released yesterday evening and the track ♫The Zone♫ caught my attention because of its production and lyrics. I was a little confused when Drake came in because I wasn't expecting that, but overall it was a solid track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XPIk8QhxZMc" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5022100346828437499?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5022100346828437499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-let-me-get-in-my-zone-ill-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5022100346828437499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5022100346828437499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-let-me-get-in-my-zone-ill-be.html' title='♫Just Let Me Get In My Zone, I&apos;ll Be Making Love To Her Through You, So Let Me Keep My Eyes Closed, And I Won&apos;t See A Damn Thing, I Can&apos;t Feel A Damn Thing, But If I Touch You Right♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XPIk8QhxZMc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-243238889494743947</id><published>2011-08-18T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:09:33.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Well I Know I'm Not The Coolest, And This Might Sound Kind Of Foolish, Cause I Know I'm Not The Smoothest, Told Myself I Shouldn't Do This♫</title><content type='html'>I can't decide if this song or ♫Sunshine♫ is my favorite song by him. But I really like this song because it's the typical nerd guy/popular girl type story and I loved the way he painted the picture with his lyrics. It reminded me of when I used to attend Highland High School in Palmdale, CA; full of cute nerds that never had enough courage to talk to the cute girls lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sy4D_wGGtM0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-243238889494743947?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/243238889494743947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-i-know-im-not-coolest-and-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/243238889494743947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/243238889494743947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-i-know-im-not-coolest-and-this.html' title='♫Well I Know I&apos;m Not The Coolest, And This Might Sound Kind Of Foolish, Cause I Know I&apos;m Not The Smoothest, Told Myself I Shouldn&apos;t Do This♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sy4D_wGGtM0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1317847333305116662</id><published>2011-08-13T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:59:57.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon Characters That I Relate To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvt__D4N03U/TkbhXmjDSpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PKSYrp4iuAo/s1600/clipmariecute1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvt__D4N03U/TkbhXmjDSpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PKSYrp4iuAo/s320/clipmariecute1.gif" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;would have to be&amp;nbsp;Marie. She is just so fancy like me, strolling the streets of Paris ☺. Also, she is bossy like me. The funny thing is that her nickname is "Duchess", and that was also a nickname given to me by one of my uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccXPQ5I5WHI/TkbiOHTDTBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0ebOnzZkCnM/s1600/Pooh-poster-solo-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMWvfd8eq_M/TkbhcGhgzmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/egGBdv2e-8U/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMWvfd8eq_M/TkbhcGhgzmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/egGBdv2e-8U/s320/35.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My boyfriend would be Hercules. It was a toss up between him and Superman, but Superman left Lois for too long and wasn't always there, and I'm not having that lol.&amp;nbsp;But Herc&amp;nbsp;can come save me any day hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfOZGyQf5vA/TkbiVN5N3KI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LjWIXpBIFSI/s320/Pooh-poster-solo-l.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nge8XuZ3MlM/TkbiYKfN19I/AAAAAAAAAV8/U3HCwYib9kU/s1600/cheshire-cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nge8XuZ3MlM/TkbiYKfN19I/AAAAAAAAAV8/U3HCwYib9kU/s320/cheshire-cat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My two best friends would have to be Winnie the Pooh and Cheshire Cat. I like Pooh because we would just sit, eat, and be lazy.&amp;nbsp;I like&amp;nbsp;Cheshire Cat because he always shows up out of nowhere and then disappears; we could do that all day...mess with some people heads lol :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhI5CXVSpTc/TkbigK9ewfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wmdRY_Ywgzg/s1600/cruella-de-vil.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhI5CXVSpTc/TkbigK9ewfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wmdRY_Ywgzg/s400/cruella-de-vil.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The villain I would be in Cruella de Vil. She is just an evil woman with power and money, and is all about her fashion. I like the whole black/white/red thing she has going on; those are my 3 favorite colors anyway. Also, her laugh is just my type of evil laugh ☻.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpsemIGdj8A/Tkbh6PCiXeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TNAtqjCxF3o/s1600/cheshire-cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1317847333305116662?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1317847333305116662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/cartoon-characters-that-i-relate-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1317847333305116662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1317847333305116662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/cartoon-characters-that-i-relate-to.html' title='Cartoon Characters That I Relate To'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvt__D4N03U/TkbhXmjDSpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PKSYrp4iuAo/s72-c/clipmariecute1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2797517627129620113</id><published>2011-08-12T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:51:56.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫I Get It Custom, You A Customer, You Ain't Accustomed To Going Through Customs, You Ain't Been Nowhere Huh♫</title><content type='html'>Video wasn't the greatest but pay attention to the lyrics. Like my buddy Gaylon says..."Dope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BoEKWtgJQAU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2797517627129620113?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2797517627129620113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-get-it-custom-you-customer-you-aint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2797517627129620113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2797517627129620113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-get-it-custom-you-customer-you-aint.html' title='♫I Get It Custom, You A Customer, You Ain&apos;t Accustomed To Going Through Customs, You Ain&apos;t Been Nowhere Huh♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BoEKWtgJQAU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5855804619872748401</id><published>2011-08-10T11:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T11:35:04.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continental African Music That I Love</title><content type='html'>These are a few videos from artist that I discoved while in Ghana and I have been jamming their songs ever since! Hopefully you all can expand your horizons lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Wizkid's new album ♫Superstar♫ so I must post 2 songs from him that I love to jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Tease Me/Bad Guys♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L0jPvTid8ss" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Wiz Party♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N8xmMjHDdPw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Windeck♫ Cabo Snoop - the energy in this video is crazy!!! Most, if not all the Ghanaians I came into contact with can dance and have so much rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WS8U6PyqvXg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫If You Want Me♫ Mo Cheddah - she can sing and rap; very talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lFHmpuRpsUA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Asamkpokoto♫ P-Sqaure - a twin R&amp;B group duo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eM-DsjZRJEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫Stop Wasting My Time♫ Zakes Bantwini - I just like to chill and groove out to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R70S-hjuicA" frameborder="0" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8667490606470861285?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8667490606470861285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-ghana-episode-3-layover-in-amsterdam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8667490606470861285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8667490606470861285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-ghana-episode-3-layover-in-amsterdam.html' title='In Ghana Episode 3 + Layover In Amsterdam'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DfiPWjRtfXY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1329744513514689119</id><published>2011-08-05T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:19:47.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ghana Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CNmkwaBqoDw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1329744513514689119?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1329744513514689119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-ghana-episode-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1329744513514689119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1329744513514689119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-ghana-episode-2.html' title='In Ghana Episode 2'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CNmkwaBqoDw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6196970910220316424</id><published>2011-08-05T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:54:17.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Ghana Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ndmwiAL1EnQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6196970910220316424?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6196970910220316424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-ghana-episode-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6196970910220316424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6196970910220316424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-ghana-episode-1.html' title='In Ghana Episode 1'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ndmwiAL1EnQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8149466574014571851</id><published>2011-07-24T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:54:10.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Amy Jade Winehouse #Club27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8F2yRIyXEg/TixcGuxKx-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/m8QmOkUuv-w/s1600/amy_winehouse-rip.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8F2yRIyXEg/TixcGuxKx-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/m8QmOkUuv-w/s400/amy_winehouse-rip.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to pay my respects to Ms. Amy Winehouse. She was one of my top 3 favorite singers and anyone that knows me can tell you how much I love to listen to her. I’ve did YouTube videos karaoking her songs because I always find myself singing them. It’s unfortunate that she had to go so early, but her substance abuse problem was never a secret. The thing I hate is that I always wanted to write for her because I love her unique voice and her style of writing. So selfish of her to never let me get a chance to see her in concert! Lol. But no really…she will be missed. R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8149466574014571851?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8149466574014571851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/07/rip-amy-jade-winehouse-club27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8149466574014571851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8149466574014571851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/07/rip-amy-jade-winehouse-club27.html' title='R.I.P. Amy Jade Winehouse #Club27'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8F2yRIyXEg/TixcGuxKx-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/m8QmOkUuv-w/s72-c/amy_winehouse-rip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3869326153720332404</id><published>2011-07-10T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:00:01.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Is It Better To Let You Go, Or Is It Better To Let You Know, You Should T-t-t-take It, You Should T-t-t-take It Back♫</title><content type='html'>Yes, I also like Dub-Step music. This is my favorite song off SBTRKT's album and it features Sampha. London Baby!!!!! ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qpV2ewhtXz8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3869326153720332404?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3869326153720332404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-better-to-let-you-go-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3869326153720332404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3869326153720332404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-better-to-let-you-go-or-is-it.html' title='♫Is It Better To Let You Go, Or Is It Better To Let You Know, You Should T-t-t-take It, You Should T-t-t-take It Back♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qpV2ewhtXz8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1932423762016858760</id><published>2011-07-08T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:33:28.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫You Ain't My Wife, Please I'm Everybody Type, Girl I Got What Everybody Like♫</title><content type='html'>Soon as I heard this song it reminded me of driving down the freeways in Los Angeles. I like Dom Kennedy's laid back sound and his simple lyrics. This is one of my favorite songs by him, so get in a L.A. mindset in order to really enjoy and bump it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h2vRAYRUyoQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1932423762016858760?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1932423762016858760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-aint-my-wife-please-im-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1932423762016858760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1932423762016858760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-aint-my-wife-please-im-everybody.html' title='♫You Ain&apos;t My Wife, Please I&apos;m Everybody Type, Girl I Got What Everybody Like♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h2vRAYRUyoQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-646463415920369230</id><published>2011-06-28T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:42:04.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Cause Baby When I Heard You, For The First Time I Knew, We Were Meant To Be As One♫</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with this song running through my head. I really enjoy the groove of this song and still do after all these years (the song came out in 2001). Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EhDrJz4rBH0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-646463415920369230?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/646463415920369230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/cause-baby-when-i-heard-you-for-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/646463415920369230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/646463415920369230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/cause-baby-when-i-heard-you-for-first.html' title='♫Cause Baby When I Heard You, For The First Time I Knew, We Were Meant To Be As One♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EhDrJz4rBH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2976686729381774680</id><published>2011-06-16T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:50:36.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maverick's Parade Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ktYVzfuob5g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2976686729381774680?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2976686729381774680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/mavericks-parade-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2976686729381774680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2976686729381774680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/mavericks-parade-adventure.html' title='The Maverick&apos;s Parade Adventure'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ktYVzfuob5g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6855065936377676821</id><published>2011-06-16T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:28:32.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Tell You All Something Ya'll May Already Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RTZ5U1sF4wM/Tfp03S3tT4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/3jHRZUenvfs/s1600/DSC05713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RTZ5U1sF4wM/Tfp03S3tT4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/3jHRZUenvfs/s400/DSC05713.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's hot as hell in Texas!!!! Last summer I was out of the country during this time so I'm trying to adjust to this heat...again. I'm leaving the country in a month and it just can't come fast enough. Then thing that trips me out are the people that ride with their windows down. It is too hot here for that mess! My dad asked me am I going to get out the house; I told him only when necessary. You can't blame this on global warming because&amp;nbsp;Texas has had hotter summers that this&amp;nbsp;before.&amp;nbsp;I wish the sky had A/C that could blow down on us during the summer lol. It is that crucial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6855065936377676821?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6855065936377676821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-me-tell-you-all-something-yall-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6855065936377676821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6855065936377676821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-me-tell-you-all-something-yall-may.html' title='Let Me Tell You All Something Ya&apos;ll May Already Know'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RTZ5U1sF4wM/Tfp03S3tT4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/3jHRZUenvfs/s72-c/DSC05713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6049199401082899188</id><published>2011-06-05T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:09:38.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, Summer, Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGg_XJPLgBE/TeviaY5snOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1P9-Hu6ZH7c/s1600/DSC05550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGg_XJPLgBE/TeviaY5snOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1P9-Hu6ZH7c/s400/DSC05550.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the summertime…well all the ones I’ve had since I’ve been in college. Each summer seems to get better and better each year. My first college year, you can see by the entries in my blog, I partied a lot with my older sister and met a so many new people. My second college year I got to go to school in London and I haven’t be the same since. I’m so in love with that place! This year, which is my last summer in college in terms of my undergraduate years, I’m going to school in Ghana. I’m also excited about being a new aunt again, seeing that my older sister is having a baby boy. To make matters more exciting, I’m going to be a Godmother because my best friend in having a little boy as well. Funny thing is that my godson and nephew are due a few days apart (August 31st/September 2nd). I’m enjoying the fact that I’m spending time with my siblings before I move back to Los Angeles after I graduate in December. But hopefully before the end of the summer I’ll know what graduate school I got into; that would make this summer damn near perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6049199401082899188?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6049199401082899188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-summer-summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6049199401082899188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6049199401082899188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-summer-summertime.html' title='Summer, Summer, Summertime'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGg_XJPLgBE/TeviaY5snOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1P9-Hu6ZH7c/s72-c/DSC05550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6649432536174519544</id><published>2011-05-31T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:23:14.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫All I Need Is For My Man To Live Up To His Role, Always Want To Talk It Through, I'm OK, Always Have To Comfort You Every Day, But That's What I Need You To Do, Are You Gay♫</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my younger sister last night about relationships and all of it sudden it clicked. We both felt that I have a common theme in all of my relationships,&amp;nbsp;and of course we thought back to the lovely and talented Amy Winehouse. She is one of my favorite singers and here is a song off her first album ♫Frank♫.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7CYE0DYIbaw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6649432536174519544?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6649432536174519544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-need-is-for-my-man-to-live-up-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6649432536174519544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6649432536174519544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-need-is-for-my-man-to-live-up-to.html' title='♫All I Need Is For My Man To Live Up To His Role, Always Want To Talk It Through, I&apos;m OK, Always Have To Comfort You Every Day, But That&apos;s What I Need You To Do, Are You Gay♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7CYE0DYIbaw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3025744879079596994</id><published>2011-05-26T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:57:26.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KARAOKE!!!!---So Fly (Childish Gambino)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dhQfohLVGQg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3025744879079596994?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3025744879079596994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/karaoke-so-fly-childish-gambino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3025744879079596994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3025744879079596994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/karaoke-so-fly-childish-gambino.html' title='KARAOKE!!!!---So Fly (Childish Gambino)'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dhQfohLVGQg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7763870266197671954</id><published>2011-05-15T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:42:23.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫I Hate To Turn Up Out Of The Blue Univited, But I Couldn't Stay Away, I Couldn't Fight It♫</title><content type='html'>I've always liked Adele but her second album, ♫21♫, reassured that even more. I had to post a live performance of her singing one of the most beautifully written, composed, and sang songs off the album. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NAc83CF8Ejk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7763870266197671954?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7763870266197671954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-to-turn-up-out-of-blue-univited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7763870266197671954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7763870266197671954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-to-turn-up-out-of-blue-univited.html' title='♫I Hate To Turn Up Out Of The Blue Univited, But I Couldn&apos;t Stay Away, I Couldn&apos;t Fight It♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NAc83CF8Ejk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6520253004778766758</id><published>2011-05-11T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:32:07.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jersey and New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWwCEHLm2mI/Tcsy7sYPJjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jAU2vkmMZIg/s1600/DSC05323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWwCEHLm2mI/Tcsy7sYPJjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jAU2vkmMZIg/s400/DSC05323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first stop that I made was still in New Jersey when I boarded the ferry to go see the Statue of Liberty. I didn’t want to see Ellis Island because I know none of my descendents came through there. I just wanted to take pictures in front of Lady Liberty and during the ferry ride because you get to see the New York skyline. When I arrived from exiting the Holland Tunnel, I was so stoked! My heart is in London but people compare the two cities so I’ve always wanted to see if it was true. The first place I wanted to go was this shop on Broadway called Uniqlo. I love Uniqlo because their jeans fit me perfectly; I discovered the store in London and they only have one in the States so I just had to go. My sister is a southern, so she was getting very angry when people were honking their horn at her, cutting her off, and being rude. I had to tell her that everyone doesn’t have manners and New York is a hustle and bustle city so you better move your ass or car out the way. After she realized that she calmed down and happily shopped at H&amp;M. Lol. I didn’t care for the H&amp;Ms in New York; they are just 100% better overseas. New York is unnecessarily inconvenient. It’s too many people on one small space and everything is so close so the streets hardly have any space and there is no parking what so ever. Who said everyone wanted to take the subway? A place that takes 5 minutes to get to can easily take 20 minutes because of traffic. You would have to pay me an arm and a leg to move to New York. The city is like London, but I feel London has more space to move around, a little nicer, and less people packed into one space. However, parking in New York is a little easier on Sundays and you don’t have to feed the meters then. I walked through Grand Central Station, Chrysler Building, Rockefeller Plaza, to Radio City Music Hall, Times Square, and to the Empire State Building. Times Square was cool. I was happy that the stores stay open until the a.m. so I was able to get shopping done at 9 p.m. on a Sunday night. My favorite store there was the Disney store! Yes that’s what I said. The Forever21 had 4 floors, first time I’ve seen that. Next, I headed to this famous pizza place in Brooklyn called Grimaldi’s. It seemed like a nice hang out spot; I just got my 16” pizza to go. The pizza was good by the way. I just had to go across the Brooklyn Bridge so I did. I think I could stay in Brooklyn; the good part that is! The next day I road past Central Park while on the way to Harlem and omgee that park is big as hell! I guess because they feel that makes up for all the greenery they don’t have throughout the city. When I got to Harlem I thought, “Oh, this is where the black people are hiding.” Lmao! I took a picture in front of the Apollo Theatre. Promise you I felt like eye candy to all the men that were passing by but I’m not going to lie, I took the compliments though :). I wanted to try Manna’s Soul Food out because I love food and I wanted to see if the east coast can really cook Southern soul food. Honestly, the sides like Yams, Collard Greens, etc were great! But the meat wasn’t good to me, but they can cook some good ham and turkey…that’s about it. People not from the south or have had a lot of Southern home cooking may think it’s the best food ever so I could understand their high reviews of the food. Before I headed to the airport, I had to visit the #7 Mosque that Malcolm started in Harlem. After reading his autobiography I just have a high respect for that man; higher than any other civil rights activist. But in conclusion, I somehow ended up visiting all the boroughs because of all the driving that took place. But overall, I ended up having a great “East Coast Tour” vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will never talk about how bad Houston roads are again because New York’s are the worse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xFhDba4HTSM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6520253004778766758?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6520253004778766758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-jersey-and-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6520253004778766758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6520253004778766758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-jersey-and-new-york.html' title='New Jersey and New York'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWwCEHLm2mI/Tcsy7sYPJjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jAU2vkmMZIg/s72-c/DSC05323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1092675875098869277</id><published>2011-05-10T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:07:47.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryland, Washington D.C., and Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWrNpJm_NRY/TclwxhIA3cI/AAAAAAAAAU0/H0P6D6WDmSY/s1600/DSC05149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWrNpJm_NRY/TclwxhIA3cI/AAAAAAAAAU0/H0P6D6WDmSY/s400/DSC05149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went on an east coast trip a week after my birthday to celebrate with my older sister. When I arrived in Baltimore, I knew I was in the east for the simple fact restaurants serve things such as crab cakes…a popular east coast food. The airport was cool but the city itself was a different story. I’ve always been able to pick up on a city’s vibe, and this one I didn’t like. As soon as I got there I was ready to go. I ended up going to Washington D.C. and I already knew it was straight hood. The most surprising thing was when a cop car ran slowly ran the red light. I was like “is this acceptable?” He didn’t have his lights on and he almost hit a car that had a green light. The hood area seem like it had nothing but ran down hotels, fast food, and liquor stores. I get to National Mall and was soooo disappointed because I thought it was an actual mall. I know, don’t laugh at me. My older sister wanted to go to the Smithsonian Museum. We ended up finding out that it’s not just one museum but a series of them can total to 9. We chose to go to the National Museum of American History. It was okay, but when you’ve been bombarded with American history since kindergarten, you no longer have any interest in it. I headed to the outskirts to Bowie to visit some family. My great grandma was in town so I learned some stuff about my family history and my great aunt has our history traced back to the 1700s. After I listened to some stories and looked through pictures, we all headed to Ruby Tuesday. I’ve never ate their but they had some good ribs. The only way I could live in D.C. is if I lived in a condo or something by the government buildings; it was cool though. I then headed to Philadelphia the next morning; passing though Delaware to get there of course. By the way, the Aloft Hotel in Mt. Laurel, NJ is lovely!!! Anyway, I went to get a Philly Cheesesteak from Geno’s since I saw them on Food Network. I liked him. I didn’t stop at any of the monuments because I didn’t too much care. I felt the city seemed okay, but still probably wouldn’t live there. Can I mention I don’t know how much money my sister and I spent going through tolls. I don’t even want to figure it out and add it up because it would be embarrassing. I traveled to New York next, but that experience deserves its own blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HePLYb5v_DI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1092675875098869277?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1092675875098869277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/maryland-washington-dc-and-philadelphia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1092675875098869277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1092675875098869277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/05/maryland-washington-dc-and-philadelphia.html' title='Maryland, Washington D.C., and Philadelphia'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWrNpJm_NRY/TclwxhIA3cI/AAAAAAAAAU0/H0P6D6WDmSY/s72-c/DSC05149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4623166147972253307</id><published>2011-04-26T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:27:43.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kina Grannis Performing ♫Strong Enough♫ And ♫World In Front Of Me♫ At The University Of Houston</title><content type='html'>I got the chance to do an in studio interview with Kina Grannis for the music show I produce and host on the Student Video Network titled "The Underground." She is a very nice, pretty, and talented young lady. I hope you enjoy her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lxdjc5mfmGk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6lBgDl2E48M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4623166147972253307?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4623166147972253307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/04/kina-grannis-performing-stong-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4623166147972253307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4623166147972253307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/04/kina-grannis-performing-stong-enough.html' title='Kina Grannis Performing ♫Strong Enough♫ And ♫World In Front Of Me♫ At The University Of Houston'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lxdjc5mfmGk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4564206405786153866</id><published>2011-04-26T00:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:09:03.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Don't Listen To What People Say, They Don't Know About, 'Bout You And Me, Put It Out Your Mind Cause It's Jealousy, They Don't Know About This Here♫</title><content type='html'>No need to explain why I love this song; real music lovers will know why. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y5pD4nBabMk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4564206405786153866?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4564206405786153866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-listen-to-what-people-say-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4564206405786153866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4564206405786153866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-listen-to-what-people-say-they.html' title='♫Don&apos;t Listen To What People Say, They Don&apos;t Know About, &apos;Bout You And Me, Put It Out Your Mind Cause It&apos;s Jealousy, They Don&apos;t Know About This Here♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y5pD4nBabMk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-9089704310926949994</id><published>2011-04-22T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:02:36.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KARAOKE!!!!---Wicked Games (The Weeknd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ODtBCVFyxYg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-9089704310926949994?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/9089704310926949994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/04/karaoke-wicked-games-weeknd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/9089704310926949994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/9089704310926949994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/04/karaoke-wicked-games-weeknd.html' title='KARAOKE!!!!---Wicked Games (The Weeknd)'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ODtBCVFyxYg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4446858171457367121</id><published>2011-03-26T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:30:17.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is a Man’s World So Make Room for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t11QgNAN16Y/TY5Mx1Ej2xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/P6z98Pn8UVI/s1600/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588488606556871442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t11QgNAN16Y/TY5Mx1Ej2xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/P6z98Pn8UVI/s400/DSC04642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Brown said that this is a man’s world. That may not be true in every aspect but in the music industry it surely is. When I started my internship with ‘Stache Media/RED Distribution (Sony) I remember looking around saying it’s a lot of men in this industry. It never occurred to me because my music players were filled with mostly female music. Then I looked through my music players and realized that was a lie as well. My internship consisted of mostly working with Indie/Rock artist and let me tell you, they treat you differently. They are nice and respectful…well at least the ones I’ve met and worked with. When I would go out on my own to network with Hip-Hop artist, I never got the respect and got shady niceness only because I’m good-looking. When I used to meet artist when I was a model, I expected guys to look at me like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“piece of meat”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because of what I was wearing as a model. Now when I meet them I wear professional clothes with a cute/elegant twist to it so they’ll recognize I’m not a groupie and I’m here to work. It seems that that still doesn’t matter because my face is still exposed and I’m aware that I’m good-looking. I’ve been given &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“the eyes”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and been sized up by so many rappers and their team. That is so disrespectful and unprofessional! The more incidents that occur like this makes me not want to ever apply to work in the Urban division of a label because if I did, you might as well label me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“the bitch”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. I do not and will not play that! I’ve had incidents where I’ve gave out my card to an artist and they would call me to try to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“talk”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me. I respectfully tell them that I gave them my card for business and not for a date. It’s amazing how you wouldn’t want to work with me, but you would fuck me. This is a man’s game and I can play it. I’m very thankful that I was raised by my dad because I have incite that most women wouldn’t and don’t have. This is not a blogpost to bash and name-call the rappers that have done it because that is unacceptable. One should always be aware to not to blacklist yourself from an industry. But dealing with this makes me want to be in the industry even more to help teach these men a few things. I’m a smart, good-looking, straight-forward, determined, no bullshitting type woman and I will be at the top sitting right along with the men and I will be given the same respect. &lt;strong&gt;#GameOn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4446858171457367121?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4446858171457367121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-mans-world-so-make-room-for-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4446858171457367121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4446858171457367121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-mans-world-so-make-room-for-me.html' title='This Is a Man’s World So Make Room for Me'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t11QgNAN16Y/TY5Mx1Ej2xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/P6z98Pn8UVI/s72-c/DSC04642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7312147477995755120</id><published>2011-03-26T01:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:50:54.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wale Performing ♫Mirrors♫ And ♫The MC♫ At Frontier Fiesta</title><content type='html'>Wale was the headliner of University of Houston's Frontier Fiesta for 2011. He brought out Bun B to do his feature verse. Everyone knows that Bun B represents Houston to the fullest and the crowd was loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jbZXQoq-DIg" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HDqgchX3kwo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7312147477995755120?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7312147477995755120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/wale-performing-mirrors-at-frontier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7312147477995755120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7312147477995755120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/wale-performing-mirrors-at-frontier.html' title='Wale Performing ♫Mirrors♫ And ♫The MC♫ At Frontier Fiesta'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jbZXQoq-DIg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7707529066487695125</id><published>2011-03-23T23:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:06:22.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptica At The House of Blues In Houston</title><content type='html'>As a part of my internship, I have to market artists' tour dates. Since I'm the Houston Rep, I market all the artist that come to Houston that use RED Distribution/'Stache Media (Sony) services. I had the pleasure to market and attend Apocalyptica's show tonight. The band was super talented! Those Finnish men can get down on those string instruments. Can't forget about the one drummer though lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_tkaiyzE0M?hl=en&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/G_tkaiyzE0M?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7707529066487695125?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7707529066487695125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/apocalyptica-at-house-of-blues-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7707529066487695125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7707529066487695125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/apocalyptica-at-house-of-blues-in.html' title='Apocalyptica At The House of Blues In Houston'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4733784581347765717</id><published>2011-03-21T19:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:57:18.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real World: Spring Break 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5rpckTvQSXg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4733784581347765717?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4733784581347765717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-world-spring-break-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4733784581347765717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4733784581347765717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-world-spring-break-2011.html' title='Real World: Spring Break 2011'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5rpckTvQSXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6003301402065619869</id><published>2011-03-13T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:52:04.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♫We Learned How To Swim, Just Enough To Float, Further Than You Think, It's Closer Than The Way Back Home♫</title><content type='html'>Since the first time I saw the video, this song has been one of my favorites. I just love the composition of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aM-oyHg6fZ4" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6003301402065619869?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6003301402065619869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-learned-how-to-swim-just-enough-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6003301402065619869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6003301402065619869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-learned-how-to-swim-just-enough-to.html' title='♫We Learned How To Swim, Just Enough To Float, Further Than You Think, It&apos;s Closer Than The Way Back Home♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aM-oyHg6fZ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2561121447548722510</id><published>2011-03-09T17:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:51:12.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte Russe Is Now Blacklisted From My Shopping List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQxTR5sXYsA/TXgSUiM_eJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/khqXmU55_qU/s1600/Charlotte_Russe_Online_Store-resized200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582231882113710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQxTR5sXYsA/TXgSUiM_eJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/khqXmU55_qU/s400/Charlotte_Russe_Online_Store-resized200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve been shopping at Charlotte Russe since 2009 because I loved their summer styles, but as of today…I am letting them go. It all started with I ordered a dress from them December 2010. I ordered a medium but it really was a large. I washed the dress 4 times in hot water and dried it on the hottest level of heat and I still couldn’t fit it. I ended up giving it away because I was so frustrated with it. I didn’t want to send it back because the shipping would have cost more than the dress since I got it on sale. Then I ordered a cute taupe purse that only opened by pushing a button which opened the latch. When I pressed the button on the purse it came straight off. I had to call Charlotte Russe and explain to them my issue so I could get a pre-paid postage stamp because shipping it back on my own would have been $10; no way Jose! I then ordered the cutest summer shoes. When they arrived I saw they the strap had been scratched up and it was completely noticeable. I had to explain to the Charlotte Russe customer service again, but this time they didn’t see it as a big deal so they had to speak to the supervisor and then they would make the decision about sending me a pre-paid postage stamp or not. So I finally received the postage stamp two days later. At that time, Charlotte Russe is supposed to send out a new item; an exchange. But behold, when I got the email stating that they were sending a new pair of shoes it, it said they were on backorder. Any shopaholic knows what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; means; they are never getting anymore and if they do, it will be 6 months- 1 year later. So I ended up keeping the defective shoes that I’m planning to fix someway. Then the straw that broke the camel’s back. I sent back a shirt that I ordered because I ordered a medium and clearly, this shirt had to be an x-large; so I wanted a small. I get an email from them stating they have processed my return but didn’t say they were exchanging it, as I clearly wrote in my comments on the order form I sent back to Charlotte Russe. The customer service lady and her supervisor informed me that they don’t do exchanges. I said ok, well I want to order that shirt again. The problem was that I brought the shirt with a promotional coupon since on one of my earlier purchases I spend $100 so they gave me a $15 off coupon and the shirt was exactly $15. I was then informed that I would have to spend $15 because the promotion is expired so I will have to pay out of pocket now. Hmm, I’ve been in situations like this before and I was give the promotion coupon back or had it credited to my credit card so I can use it later…with other online shopping sites of course! The customer service lady then informed me that she would give me free shipping if I would like to order something now. Haha!!! Shipping is only $5 and my shirt is $15; are you freakin’ kidding me!!! I told her no thank you and I will never order anything from Charlotte Russe ever again. Goodbye! So to sum this up I didn’t get to use the promotional coupon that I received for spending $100 with them before, I paid shipping charges each way, and I’m without a shirt…&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, literally and figuratively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2561121447548722510?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2561121447548722510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/charlotte-russe-is-now-blacklisted-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2561121447548722510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2561121447548722510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/charlotte-russe-is-now-blacklisted-from.html' title='Charlotte Russe Is Now Blacklisted From My Shopping List'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQxTR5sXYsA/TXgSUiM_eJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/khqXmU55_qU/s72-c/Charlotte_Russe_Online_Store-resized200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5444646749380485957</id><published>2011-03-05T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:29:37.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age of the Texter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdh6ge6Vcm4/TXMNqeRE-2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/5QnMi6IBv0c/s1600/Teen%252520texting%252520500%2525202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580819386572536674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdh6ge6Vcm4/TXMNqeRE-2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/5QnMi6IBv0c/s400/Teen%252520texting%252520500%2525202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our generation has become so distant that they talk by thumbs. The list of people that text messages me quadruply (yes I made that word up) outweighs the number of people that call me. I remember when it used to be the other way around, but that seemed to all stop around the 11th grade. What takes you 10 text messages and 30 minutes later can be said in 5 minutes on the phone. Talk about people wasting time. People say I’m anti-social because I don’t keep conversations going over Facebook messages and text messages. No I’m perfectly normal because I can talk, communicate with my mouth. Most of the time it’s just me listening because most of my friends somehow think that I’m their counselor, better yet therapist because I don’t get that many words in with them. But I can keep a conversation. But I will not keep a conversation with someone who won’t help me out and come up with some conversational ideas of their own while we are on the phone. I guess I could blame that on cell phones and thumbs. What would our generation do if their thumbs were cut off? They would be shit out of luck! And I mean every word of it. There’s nothing worse than trying to get to know someone and they have nothing to talk about. I should go back to what I used to do when I was in the 5th grade. When both parties ran out of things to talk about I would say “Okay I’m going to talk to you later because there is nothing else to talk about, bye!” Yeah, I think that sounds good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5444646749380485957?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5444646749380485957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/age-of-texter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5444646749380485957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5444646749380485957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/03/age-of-texter.html' title='The Age of the Texter'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdh6ge6Vcm4/TXMNqeRE-2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/5QnMi6IBv0c/s72-c/Teen%252520texting%252520500%2525202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8232139459192874576</id><published>2011-02-28T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:51:17.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Is My Husband, Fiancé, and Boyfriend. I’ve Been Courting Him All of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndzvMCff9PQ/TWxRDkHqH2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Hj7Mq4SgtAc/s1600/blog%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578923160082456418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndzvMCff9PQ/TWxRDkHqH2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Hj7Mq4SgtAc/s400/blog%2Bpic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music Head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; always has been and always will be. I’ve been listening to music all my life, but I fell in love with it in 1998 when I was 7 years old. I purchases Mya’s first CD for Christmas and instantly knew I wanted to be in the music industry in one way or another because life without music would of being living suicide. I’m never down, and if I am it’s not for long because I could turn my ‘jams’ on and everything is back to normal…full of joy. I have 3 30 GB mp3 players. My iPod was quickly filled with old school songs to songs up until 2007. If I’m ever too deep into the dumps or want to be super elated, that’s the player I go to. My second player is the Zune, the big one. Lol. I have every genre on that one and if I writing songs, I listen to that player because it puts me into a creative mood. My third player is the Zune HD because after experiencing a Zune, I could never go back to an iPod. It’s halfway full after only one year :( . I can definitely see the difference with music with my third player. Music is slowly downgrading and it’s only a few artist that standout; the opposite of how it used to be. You can partly blame it on the labels, radio stations, internet, and this generation filled with coonery, so therefore coonery filled music is what the public wants. I don’t really name the purpose of each one of my players until I’ve filled them up. I guess you could call my Zune HD my road trip player because I always seem to have this one whenever there’s a long stretch of highway, or flight within my presence. But yes…music is ♪my love, mi amor, meine Liebe♪ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I’m doing something difference this year in terms of what I post on my blog. I’m posting my favorite songs/videos along with regular blogging pieces as post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8232139459192874576?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8232139459192874576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-is-my-husband-fiance-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8232139459192874576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8232139459192874576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-is-my-husband-fiance-and.html' title='Music Is My Husband, Fiancé, and Boyfriend. I’ve Been Courting Him All of My Life'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndzvMCff9PQ/TWxRDkHqH2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Hj7Mq4SgtAc/s72-c/blog%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3808810034958422964</id><published>2011-02-26T14:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T14:41:17.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Henny &amp; Remy♫ Cee Figures Feat. Chris Blaze</title><content type='html'>London's Cee Figures and North Carolina's Chris Blaze come together to deliver a hit, ♫Henny &amp; Remy♫. Check it out and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JwfoX47uBo8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3808810034958422964?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3808810034958422964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/henny-remy-cee-figures-feat-chris-blaze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3808810034958422964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3808810034958422964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/henny-remy-cee-figures-feat-chris-blaze.html' title='♫Henny &amp; Remy♫ Cee Figures Feat. Chris Blaze'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JwfoX47uBo8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2072678103149868738</id><published>2011-02-21T12:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:05:10.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvENsEA-WKI/TWK2pB24JJI/AAAAAAAAATs/dB2FhH1MtZo/s1600/the_autobiography_of_malcolm_x.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576220104627594386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvENsEA-WKI/TWK2pB24JJI/AAAAAAAAATs/dB2FhH1MtZo/s400/the_autobiography_of_malcolm_x.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best...let me take that back; this is the best book I've ever read! I'm not going to review the book because I want you to read it without any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;judgement/pre-perception. I believe this is a must read for anyone of any gender or race. Alex Haley made sure Malcolm X's autobiography was well written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2072678103149868738?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2072678103149868738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/autobiography-of-malcolm-x-as-told-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2072678103149868738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2072678103149868738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/autobiography-of-malcolm-x-as-told-to.html' title='The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvENsEA-WKI/TWK2pB24JJI/AAAAAAAAATs/dB2FhH1MtZo/s72-c/the_autobiography_of_malcolm_x.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1545507569451145851</id><published>2011-02-21T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:47:05.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KARAOKE!!!!---Backstroke (Teedra Moses)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" 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href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/karaoke-why-dont-we-fall-in-love-amerie.html' title='KARAOKE!!!!---Why Don&apos;t We Fall In Love (Amerie)'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LAAY0jJ3HIg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4556299442768522324</id><published>2011-02-19T02:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T02:29:29.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, &amp; Sore Losers At Warehouse Live In Houston</title><content type='html'>I decided to attend the Kendrick Lamar concert since he was coming to Houston. I learned about this MC from my friend Kelvin during the winter holidays. I’m always open to listening to new music so I gave it a listen. I was in awe the whole time both Kendrick Lamar mixtapes played (Kendrick Lamar EP &amp; Overly Dedicated). It was the first time in a long time that I was willing to sit and listen to someone coming out of the West. He is very lyrical! The concert also included Schoolboy Q, which I had been hearing about as well. The Sore Losers was another opening act that I knew of since they are from Dallas and we have some mutual friends. All in all, it was a great concert. I’m going to spare you from my personal story about the concert because it’s irrelevant to this post. In this post I just want you to enjoy videos from the concert and maybe even listen to some of their other works if you want to hear some good hip-hop from all 3 of these artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3iU16jixYKg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pd29Al7aGSI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QhBTCplRqRY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4556299442768522324?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4556299442768522324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/kendrick-lamar-schoolboy-q-sore-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4556299442768522324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4556299442768522324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/kendrick-lamar-schoolboy-q-sore-losers.html' title='Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, &amp; Sore Losers At Warehouse Live In Houston'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3iU16jixYKg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5300758985237817430</id><published>2011-02-14T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:32:48.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day! XOXO *Smooches*</title><content type='html'>I had written a whole post on how Valentine’s Day is just a consumer holiday but as of Valentine’s Day, I have decided to change my mind. Instead, I’m posting a video of the love song I’ve been listening to for the moment on repeat. I love this song and I hope you enjoy it as well. Happy Valentine’s Day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZXekQef9sXA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5300758985237817430?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5300758985237817430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-xoxo-smooches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5300758985237817430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5300758985237817430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-xoxo-smooches.html' title='Happy Valentines Day! XOXO *Smooches*'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZXekQef9sXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2506783246611498484</id><published>2011-02-13T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:48:00.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫I'm Walking A Strange Line, Just Say That You're All Mine♫</title><content type='html'>As soon as I heard this song on Asos, a clothing website, I instantly loved it. I love how the drums come in when the chorus comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dkS5FcFzb_s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2506783246611498484?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2506783246611498484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-walking-strange-line-just-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2506783246611498484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2506783246611498484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-walking-strange-line-just-say-that.html' title='♫I&apos;m Walking A Strange Line, Just Say That You&apos;re All Mine♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dkS5FcFzb_s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3467464784891313013</id><published>2011-02-13T20:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:46:53.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫But It Was Not Your Fault But Mine, And It Was Your Heart On The Line, I Really Fucked It Up This Time, Didn't I My Dear♫</title><content type='html'>Out of all honesty, this was my favorite song performed at the 53rd Grammy's tonight. I've always liked this song since I first heard it on MtvU during Fall '09. I like the lyrics and dude on the bango jams! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lLJf9qJHR3E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3467464784891313013?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3467464784891313013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-it-was-not-your-fault-but-mine-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3467464784891313013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3467464784891313013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-it-was-not-your-fault-but-mine-and.html' title='♫But It Was Not Your Fault But Mine, And It Was Your Heart On The Line, I Really Fucked It Up This Time, Didn&apos;t I My Dear♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lLJf9qJHR3E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6879142975626006283</id><published>2011-02-10T01:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:21:55.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flogging Molly At The House of Blues In Houston</title><content type='html'>As a part of my internship, I have to market artists' tour dates. Since I'm the Houston Rep, I market all the artist that come to Houston that use RED Distribution/'Stache Media (Sony) services. I had the pleasure to market and attend Flogging Molly's show tonight. The crowd was crazy! You've got to love the Irish; they know how to party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ML8-cZhrnRQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6879142975626006283?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6879142975626006283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/flogging-molly-at-house-of-blues-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6879142975626006283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6879142975626006283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/flogging-molly-at-house-of-blues-in.html' title='Flogging Molly At The House of Blues In Houston'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ML8-cZhrnRQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2897417480984608533</id><published>2011-02-09T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:39:28.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlogging About My Up &amp; Down Day...Errr!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kxHxVpBn0t8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2897417480984608533?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2897417480984608533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/vlogging-about-my-up-down-dayerrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2897417480984608533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2897417480984608533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/vlogging-about-my-up-down-dayerrr.html' title='Vlogging About My Up &amp; Down Day...Errr!!!!!'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kxHxVpBn0t8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6285886078121813745</id><published>2011-02-08T23:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:17:34.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Second Was How Easily She Could Switch Kens"</title><content type='html'>I've always liked this song from the first time I heard it beginning of 2010. I guess you can say I liked it because I could relate to it; it mirrored 3/4 of my relationships. The video is so dead on! Scene by scene can be replayed with a memory I've had with someone I've been in a relationship with. This is a great video! The concept came from &lt;em&gt;500 Days of Summer.&lt;/em&gt; You must see that movie if you've never seen it. But Wale's ♫The Break Up Song♫ is officially one of my favorite videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Mx1BCdxSrw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6285886078121813745?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6285886078121813745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/second-was-how-easily-she-could-switch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6285886078121813745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6285886078121813745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/second-was-how-easily-she-could-switch.html' title='&quot;The Second Was How Easily She Could Switch Kens&quot;'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9Mx1BCdxSrw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-585138799781293853</id><published>2011-02-07T20:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:13:45.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫(We Untouchable, Uncrushable) You Can Be My Piece, Click Clack, Click Clack, Tell 'Em All Get Back, Cause We Shootin', Shootin' 'Em Down♫</title><content type='html'>As soon as I heard this song I was jammin' and dancing. I loved the songwriting style on this track. Seeing that Miguel was a songwriter before he became a singer, you can definitely see how that helped to his advantage in this song. Hot track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nZGJR12tpo4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-585138799781293853?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/585138799781293853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-untouchable-uncrushable-you-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/585138799781293853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/585138799781293853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-untouchable-uncrushable-you-can-be.html' title='♫(We Untouchable, Uncrushable) You Can Be My Piece, Click Clack, Click Clack, Tell &apos;Em All Get Back, Cause We Shootin&apos;, Shootin&apos; &apos;Em Down♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nZGJR12tpo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1008318407553740817</id><published>2011-02-07T15:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:19:30.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ex Is an Ex for a Reason…Remember That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TVBhMll59jI/AAAAAAAAATk/827PPwRaSEI/s1600/fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571059607934727730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TVBhMll59jI/AAAAAAAAATk/827PPwRaSEI/s400/fighting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post was inspired by the people on my Facebook Newsfeed that post things that fall in line with the thinking that their ex is always suppose to be theirs. Alot of people tend to dwell on their exes; nothing wrong with that to a certain extent. When I talk about my exes it’s to give examples about my life lessons in order to have supporting evidence to the point I’m trying to prove, when someone asks for relationship advice. I don’t see why people get offended when their ex goes with a friend of theirs or someone else in general. Excuse me, they aren’t with you anymore and if you think they weren’t going to move on then you’re silly as hell! That’s life and you can’t try to keep tabs on everyone you’ve been in a relationship in. If you’re doing that, then you should have just stayed in a relationship with them; but no, because an ex is an ex for a reason! You can’t be worrying about what the next man/woman is doing, you be concerned with you and what you have going on, on your end. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1008318407553740817?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1008318407553740817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/ex-is-ex-for-reasonremember-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1008318407553740817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1008318407553740817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/ex-is-ex-for-reasonremember-that.html' title='An Ex Is an Ex for a Reason…Remember That'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TVBhMll59jI/AAAAAAAAATk/827PPwRaSEI/s72-c/fighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-1713195866996274969</id><published>2011-02-06T02:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:11:35.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars Rover Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TU5XrBMUhII/AAAAAAAAATc/Px-ilCNTzW4/s1600/Mars_Rover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570486185669985410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TU5XrBMUhII/AAAAAAAAATc/Px-ilCNTzW4/s400/Mars_Rover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to volunteer as a judge and I’m glad I did. I’ve always been the one to want to support and be a part of events involving kids. I love when I see kids doing positive things, so who am I to not want to encourage that. I remembered doing science competitions as a child and even attending my younger brother’s robotics competition. They hosted the competition at the University of Houston. I like when things are hosted at colleges because it gives kids a chance to see farther than just high school; giving them something to achieve and look forward to. I saw many amazing projects considering every team had a $25 spending limit. But the whole time I had developed a hypothesis on why there are more males than females that participate in these science and even math competitions. By the end of the day I was pretty sure that I had perfected my theory. At the elementary level, the girls seemed to outnumber the boys surprisingly but at the middle school level, it was the other way around. Girls mature faster so at the elementary school level they have the smarts and love competing and showing off, kind of like knowing you have the best Barbie doll house so you want to show it to all your friends. Then the girls get to middle school and have been influence by the outside society pointing out that it’s the pretty girls, and not the smart girls that seen to get far in life. They start wanting to participate in things like cheerleading competitions and become consumed with fashion and their looks; also becomes a player in the game of “let’s chase the boys”. But in middle school, some boys aren’t even concerned with girls to that extent unless they are in a poverty driven or urban neighborhoods. Those are the neighborhoods that children are constantly bored in, so they turn to the opposite sex earlier on to put a stop to their boredom. So in conclusion, my theory is that girls have the smarts and like to show off in elementary school, but then gets consumed with other things when they get to middle school so they start to weed out, and the males start to dominate the math and sciences because they finally realize they are intelligent as well, and now they have also developed a competitive edge. Ha! I’m not a scientist but it made sense though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-1713195866996274969?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1713195866996274969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/mars-rover-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1713195866996274969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/1713195866996274969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/mars-rover-competition.html' title='Mars Rover Competition'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TU5XrBMUhII/AAAAAAAAATc/Px-ilCNTzW4/s72-c/Mars_Rover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4554058582939027949</id><published>2011-02-04T20:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:22:43.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Love Shit (Part 2) By Joe Budden---The Story of My Love Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Well everything except the part when he's talking about him having a kid. I have no baby's father. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lyrics in bold are parts of the song that hit home the most...I was over here like "true that"! Scroll down for the audio...he killed it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll stop lying to you once you start believing me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m always who you wanna bring the questions to&lt;br /&gt;It’s less about me hiding shit and more about me protecting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s totally different the way our minds are made up&lt;br /&gt;To me flirtings natural, to her it’s cause for break up&lt;br /&gt;To me it’s human nature she disagree with the logic&lt;br /&gt;confusing being monogamous with being robotic&lt;br /&gt;I talk to other girls I interact with em&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t take that as tryna get in the sack with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just know how I act with you is how I act alone&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a girl not a chaperone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Besides that plan’ll backfire and now it’s onto her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She don’t take my word and now I feel I’m being monitored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I wont you to be the one that I endured the longest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept me at my weakest, support me at my strongest&lt;br /&gt;Bring something to the table though, earn ya keep&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll triple it and all I ask in return is peace&lt;br /&gt;Aint with the arguing shit all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You see I’m honest to a fault but is it yours or mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put you through some things where you could have bolted&lt;br /&gt;You want honesty or rather shit be sugar coated&lt;br /&gt;I’ll put you on a list of people screaming f-ck me too&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a pretty lie or the ugly truth?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is you got some things that you gotta learn too&lt;br /&gt;When everything that concerns me don’t concern you&lt;br /&gt;Truth is you gotta a couple tainted views&lt;br /&gt;And you bring up my ex as if I couldn’t do the same with you&lt;br /&gt;Truth is you want me to do the kept it real&lt;br /&gt;Truth is you’re too emotional and need a better filter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No third party will ruin our plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’d hate for you to be the girl who’s too consumed with her man&lt;br /&gt;So I want you to have your own plans&lt;br /&gt;You to have you own ends&lt;br /&gt;You to have your own life&lt;br /&gt;You to have your own friends and I’ll be right beside you&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that you're prideful&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don’t bring up problems that you got with me till I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You say that I’m out a lot and that I aint here enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You take care of me and I’ll take care of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’d love to put a child in you and live lavish&lt;br /&gt;But my baby momma scared me, let me tell you bout my baggage&lt;br /&gt;We could have a son and break up and be done&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ll never see him again&lt;br /&gt;As you take him and run&lt;br /&gt;You gon’ tell him that he’s fatherless&lt;br /&gt;Tell him that I’m cowardly&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have some resentment so you’ll start acting childishly&lt;br /&gt;You’ll rake me in court cause of course you’ll have it out for me&lt;br /&gt;To you it may sound absurd but for me it’s a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still at times it seems like you’re not proud of me&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m showing you the best man I know how to be&lt;br /&gt;But you keep saying show me more&lt;br /&gt;You’d appreciate me better had you known me before&lt;br /&gt;You’ve never been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had another chick in your house in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, you aint seen the worst time&lt;br /&gt;Hit you with that old move&lt;br /&gt;Take you to a flick that I’ve already seen with another broad&lt;br /&gt;but pretend like it’s my first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And, ya don’t know how that sound&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with you, while she quiet in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bunch of shit that I aint in a hurry to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So before you beef, know that he got buried for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont tell you that for points, nah, you can keep the brownies&lt;br /&gt;I tell you so that you know I was mature when you found me&lt;br /&gt;Tell you so you know that little boy shit that I get annoyed with&lt;br /&gt;You should keep it coy with&lt;br /&gt;Cause all that is, is stress for me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ya ex baby girl&lt;br /&gt;you not a catch for me&lt;br /&gt;I mean respectfully, certain shit I’m not a glutton for&lt;br /&gt;For every bad bitch there’s a nigga tired of fucking her&lt;br /&gt;But you could be my wife forever&lt;br /&gt;Let’s grow old live life together&lt;br /&gt;Vacate catch flights take pictures&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everything that my last broad always wanted&lt;br /&gt;but got a beef from me when she asked for it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x_glZpii_gg" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4554058582939027949?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4554058582939027949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/ordinary-love-shit-part-2-by-joe-budden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4554058582939027949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4554058582939027949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/ordinary-love-shit-part-2-by-joe-budden.html' title='Ordinary Love Shit (Part 2) By Joe Budden---The Story of My Love Life'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x_glZpii_gg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3028274724187608786</id><published>2011-02-04T00:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:41:27.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Shows That We Ain't Gonna Stand Shit, Shows That We Are United, Shows That We Ain't Gonna Take It♫</title><content type='html'>This is the song off Adele's first album that always stood out to me. I love the composition and arrangement of the lyrics and music. Her voice is amazing! I love to see plus size women in the industry doing well because we all know the music industry seems to be stuck on looks. But this song will surely have you reminiscing on childhood and adolescent memories that took place within your hometown of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BW9Fzwuf43c" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3028274724187608786?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3028274724187608786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/shows-that-we-aint-gonna-stand-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3028274724187608786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3028274724187608786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/shows-that-we-aint-gonna-stand-shit.html' title='♫Shows That We Ain&apos;t Gonna Stand Shit, Shows That We Are United, Shows That We Ain&apos;t Gonna Take It♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BW9Fzwuf43c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6243500667879494601</id><published>2011-02-02T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:06:36.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Video!!!</title><content type='html'>I've started my journey to learn the German language. I've been trying to immerse myself with German audio so my ears and brain can pick up the dialect easily along with my vocabulary lessons. I came across this video and I haven't stopped watching it since. It is so hilarious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QMmG9TrYyAE" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6243500667879494601?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6243500667879494601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-this-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6243500667879494601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6243500667879494601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-this-video.html' title='I Love This Video!!!'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QMmG9TrYyAE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-4358389273413763929</id><published>2011-02-01T17:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:10:51.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫I'm Racing Through Your Mind But You Already Lost, I'm At The Finish Line And Your A Friend Of Mine♫</title><content type='html'>I stopped listening to 50 Cent after his first album because I felt he became "wack". But this is the only song since then that I have liked. I really like the video as well; good publicity stunt to make Vivica Fox the leading lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EX8sjbsJj-I" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-4358389273413763929?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4358389273413763929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-racing-through-your-mind-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4358389273413763929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/4358389273413763929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-racing-through-your-mind-but-you.html' title='♫I&apos;m Racing Through Your Mind But You Already Lost, I&apos;m At The Finish Line And Your A Friend Of Mine♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EX8sjbsJj-I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5543542269235165962</id><published>2011-01-31T00:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:50:26.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Things Have Been So Crazy And Hectic, I Should Have Gotten Back By Now, But You Know How Much I Wanted To Make It, It’s Probably Better Anyhow♫</title><content type='html'>This was my favorite song off of Drake's ♫Thank Me Later♫ album. I could relate to this because sometimes I feel as if I'm leaving some of my favorite people behind because I trying to reach something great, so therefore I have my eyes set on one thing. But with that I tend to lose sight of certain people and end up straining our relationship because ♪I was only trying to get ahead♪ :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yEph0sp5MT4" frameborder="0" width="425" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5543542269235165962?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5543542269235165962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-have-been-so-crazy-and-hectic-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5543542269235165962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5543542269235165962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-have-been-so-crazy-and-hectic-i.html' title='♫Things Have Been So Crazy And Hectic, I Should Have Gotten Back By Now, But You Know How Much I Wanted To Make It, It’s Probably Better Anyhow♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yEph0sp5MT4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-7088311453424789943</id><published>2011-01-30T22:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:57:34.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Musically</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUZAUIuGjkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xjWDfMPcy2k/s1600/hitmanbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568208703972609602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUZAUIuGjkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xjWDfMPcy2k/s400/hitmanbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently purchased &lt;em&gt;Hitman: Forty Years Making Music, Topping Charts &amp;amp; Winning Grammys&lt;/em&gt; by David Foster. It was a good read. I didn’t even know who he was before I read the book but I did know the songs he produced/arranged/composed. I came to realize that everyone starts in the industry the same way, whether you’re trying to be a successful singer, producer, songwriter, etc. I never looked at it like that but when I stepped back it all made sense. Everyone still has to find that close to perfect demo that can get someone to listen to them, hoping someone recognizes their talent and ‘puts them on’. Everyone has to take non-paying jobs, or jobs pays so little to the point you don’t know how you’re bills are going to be paid. Guess you can say that’s all a part of the struggle. &lt;strong&gt;You won’t appreciate what you have when you’re on top unless you’ve been at the bottom.&lt;/strong&gt; He talked about how we was so consumed with music since it was his life, and how that destroyed three of his marriages and relationships with his children at a younger age. I started putting things into perspective. I’ve always said that would be my relationship downfall because I would put my career before my mate. After closing the last page of the book, I changed my mind. If I was so in love with my mate to the point that I would be thrilled to be his wife, then I would change my ways; I wouldn’t be that selfish. Overall it was a good book and it made me want to learn, I mean really learn how to engineer music professionally. That’s always been something else I’ve wanted to do so I can be more of a threat! I’ve already talked to some recording studios in Los Angeles about it and they said I could submit a resume and come in as an intern. But if that doesn’t work I’ll network and find someone that knows how to engineer and be in their face every day trying to learn everything I can. David Foster mentioned how he has that ‘David Foster sound’. I need to have my ‘C.Nichole sound’. I need to be the songwriter/engineer/producer. I’ve been skeptical about producing because I do own a midi that I spent hundreds of dollars on, but my fingers move extremely slow! Maybe I should start with piano lessons first. So much I need to learn in order to achieve greatness, because I want that David Foster money/success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-7088311453424789943?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7088311453424789943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinking-musically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7088311453424789943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/7088311453424789943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinking-musically.html' title='Thinking Musically'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUZAUIuGjkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xjWDfMPcy2k/s72-c/hitmanbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-6329585904137402225</id><published>2011-01-29T18:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:19:13.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Ain’t a Bitch but I Gotta Divorce Them"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUSy9vEFa-I/AAAAAAAAATI/PdP7bpwTL_E/s1600/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567771813012138978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUSy9vEFa-I/AAAAAAAAATI/PdP7bpwTL_E/s400/blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m starting this post off with lyrics to the first verse of ♫Lost Ones♫ by Jay-Z because it’s exactly how I feel…I’ll explain later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov&lt;br /&gt;Made Hov say, "OK so, make another Hov"&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz wasn't playing they day role&lt;br /&gt;So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo&lt;br /&gt;I should've been did it but I been in a daze though&lt;br /&gt;I put friends over business end of the day though&lt;br /&gt;But when friends, business interests as they go&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing left to say though&lt;br /&gt;I guess we forgot what we came fo'&lt;br /&gt;Should've stayed in food and beverage&lt;br /&gt;Too much flossing&lt;br /&gt;Too much Sam Rothstein&lt;br /&gt;I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them&lt;br /&gt;Hov had to get the shallow shit up off him&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't even want to be famous&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't even know how it came to this&lt;br /&gt;Except that fame is&lt;br /&gt;The worst drug known to man&lt;br /&gt;It's stronger than, heroin&lt;br /&gt;When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"&lt;br /&gt;And still not see, what you've become&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm guilty of it too but, not like them&lt;br /&gt;You lost one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t let a lot of people into my life and let them know my plans because I keep my circle small, but it’s time to make it even smaller and the victims are family. A lot of them don’t understand the motives behind what I do, and that’s cool as long as you don’t feel you need to tell me your opinion about it when I didn’t ask. People tend to feel that since they have moved up in life, they think that gives them more power to tell people about how they should be running their lives. I used to not mind because they’re close family, but even you sometimes have to part ways with them. Like I’ve said before “family is family but that doesn’t mean that we have to be friends.” My mother thinks that my father is trying to live through me because he pushes me to do things the normal person my age wouldn’t be doing. She feels as if everyone drops what they’re doing and attends to me whenever I say I want to do something in order for my plan to follow through. She feels as if everyone caters to me and by everyone, she means my father. I’m his first child, what do you expect? I’m setting the tone for my younger siblings. I tend to not want to think that some people are envious of the things I have accomplished, even the ones that applaud me. I don’t even feel like I’ve reach anything close to the pinnacle that I know I can reach. If this is happening now, I don’t even want to know how worse it’s going to get when I do, because this shit is ridiculous just at this level. I have a life plan but people say life changes, what you planned my not happen. You know what, they’re right; I’ve gotten my plan plus more. And I’m not stupid; I have a plan A, B, C, and even D. So instead of explaining myself to everyone, I turn my back, look forward and think “C.Nichole had to get the shallow shit up off her”. At the end of the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lost one&lt;br /&gt;Lose one, let go to get one&lt;br /&gt;Left one, lose some to win some&lt;br /&gt;Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion&lt;br /&gt;You lost one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-6329585904137402225?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6329585904137402225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-aint-bitch-but-i-gotta-divorce-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6329585904137402225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/6329585904137402225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-aint-bitch-but-i-gotta-divorce-them.html' title='&quot;I Ain’t a Bitch but I Gotta Divorce Them&quot;'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUSy9vEFa-I/AAAAAAAAATI/PdP7bpwTL_E/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5810358630471616356</id><published>2011-01-29T17:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:33:14.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Ooh, You’re Searching For Something I Know, Won't Make You Happy♫</title><content type='html'>I've always been a Corinne Bailey Rae fan since her first video "Like A Star" appeared on VH1 Soul. I love this song and especially the video. This is exactly what I did everyday when I was studying abroad in London; from putting on the trench coat (crazy UK weather), to the walk in the park, the store, and of course the tube stations. Lol. I bet you that store she's in is Tesco too. But that's besides the point...take a listen to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IoNli84m1mQ" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5810358630471616356?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5810358630471616356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/ooh-youre-searching-for-something-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5810358630471616356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5810358630471616356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/ooh-youre-searching-for-something-i.html' title='♫Ooh, You’re Searching For Something I Know, Won&apos;t Make You Happy♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IoNli84m1mQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-2234595711650252391</id><published>2011-01-29T01:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:35:29.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫So What Do You Do When Somebody You're So Devoted To, Suddenly Just Stops Loving You, And It Seems They Haven't Got A Clue♫</title><content type='html'>Best Mariah Carey song of all times...end of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love singing along to the ad-libs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bC7V9dn1rC8" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-2234595711650252391?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2234595711650252391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-do-you-do-when-somebody-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2234595711650252391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/2234595711650252391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-do-you-do-when-somebody-youre.html' title='♫So What Do You Do When Somebody You&apos;re So Devoted To, Suddenly Just Stops Loving You, And It Seems They Haven&apos;t Got A Clue♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bC7V9dn1rC8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-8215780767480712107</id><published>2011-01-28T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:40:27.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Fancy Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUNy9wSCydI/AAAAAAAAATA/thmKWyVcl-4/s1600/167896_491390571197_522246197_6535162_5177980_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567419969618233810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUNy9wSCydI/AAAAAAAAATA/thmKWyVcl-4/s400/167896_491390571197_522246197_6535162_5177980_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My younger sister Camille is too fancy. We breed 'model-status' babies in this family! Lol. I love that she's only 3 years old and she already has some sassiness in her. Those other kids better watch out now! Hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-8215780767480712107?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8215780767480712107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-you-fancy-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8215780767480712107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/8215780767480712107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-you-fancy-huh.html' title='So You Fancy Huh?'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3C65AJGgoE/TUNy9wSCydI/AAAAAAAAATA/thmKWyVcl-4/s72-c/167896_491390571197_522246197_6535162_5177980_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-3383921593567738699</id><published>2011-01-28T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:28:39.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫She Was A Bad (Uh), The Type At The Club Niggaz Would Grab Her, Fantasized When I Had Her, In The Bathroom Sweatin' With Her Ass Up♫</title><content type='html'>This is one of Common's more mainstream songs produced by Kanye West of course. I just love the whole vibe of the song; it's very smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YCe1gC5VaW4" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-3383921593567738699?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3383921593567738699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-was-bad-uh-type-at-club-niggaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3383921593567738699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/3383921593567738699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-was-bad-uh-type-at-club-niggaz.html' title='♫She Was A Bad (Uh), The Type At The Club Niggaz Would Grab Her, Fantasized When I Had Her, In The Bathroom Sweatin&apos; With Her Ass Up♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YCe1gC5VaW4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850773497145196707.post-5501486616094018842</id><published>2011-01-28T00:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:31:18.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♫When I Met You, I Didn't Know What To Do, But I Noticed That I Didn't Really Feel♫</title><content type='html'>I've always liked this song. It's catchy and the vocals are laid back; nice tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5ABMBJ9jT-w" frameborder="0" width="425" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850773497145196707-5501486616094018842?l=mscnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5501486616094018842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-met-you-i-didnt-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5501486616094018842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850773497145196707/posts/default/5501486616094018842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscnichole.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-met-you-i-didnt-know-what-to-do.html' title='♫When I Met You, I Didn&apos;t Know What To Do, But I Noticed That I Didn&apos;t Really Feel♫'/><author><name>C.Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03061620087165722840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ja0ylxXo-5M/To-___guNyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1BGego1KxZ0/s220/IMG_1941.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5ABMBJ9jT-w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
