Thursday, January 14, 2010

Girl Who Passes On AIDs




Her voice is type bone chilling to me. The way she's speaking . . . sigh. Seriously, I felt so uncomfortable. I FEEL so uncomfortable. I . . . I dunno. The world gets more sick every day.
Makes you wonder, huh . . .

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

HELP ME FIND THIS COAT!!!!



That's Amber Riley of GLEE. That coat caught my pupils. I WANT THIS COAT. It is so cute! If someone knows where I can find it, or a replica. Please. HIT ME UP ON THE COMMENTS! I really want this coat oh so badly.

Blogs Will Be Posted As Followed, But Just Take The Time, Please . . .


Please keep my country in your prayers. By now, you all are well aware of the earthquake that has caused tons of damage to an already-recovering country. Haiti was not ready nor stable to have this earthquake. And for it to happen? So many are left homeless, so many are badly injured, and unfortunately, some are dead; buried under rubble.


When I first heard, it was on twitter (@cocoaPUFFiE) from Wyclef Jean. Then my friend from high school, Claire, called me and told me to change it on CNN. If I had thought the earthquake was no big deal, I didn't anymore. I know that once CNN is covering something and giving you CONSTANT around the clock updates, that it is major. And it was. 7.0 Earthquake, with a 5.9 & 5.5 aftershock? Then there were rumors of tsunami watch? My whole family and I sat by our television, waiting for more news instead of listening to the same repeated updates. We were getting impatient. Our house phone was ringing off the hook. When we tried to dial our friends and family in Haiti, all we got were bsy signals. My grandmother was shitting bricks, panicking because her sons and daughters and her grandchildren were nowhere to be heard from.


Reality truly set in when word got out that a hospital in Port-au-Prince (where my mother and her family lived) and the Palace, which I visited when I went to Haiti at 11-years-old, collapsed. THE PALACE. Then I saw a picture and I just shook my head with my mouth hanging open. This is real. All of this is real.


If you want to donate $5, send a text to 501501 saying "YELE."
If you want to donate $10, send a text to 90999 saying "Haiti."
Any further way of helping, click HERE.



UPDATE: I've heard from my aunt. She's OK with her family!
UPDATE: I have a cousin on my mother's side who has passed. RIP, Adeline.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

I Would Love To Look Like This

I'm a proud fat girl. And yes, I said fat. Not plus size, not voluptuous, not size 10+10. Fat. Because it's what I am. And it's funny, people think that if you're fat, you're curvy. You're voluptuous and whatnot. I will burst your bubble with a smirk on my face and say NO. That is wrong. Because not all fat girls are curvy. Me, I have curves. My hips are wide and I have a waist that is developing (it was hard to find my waist due to my scoliosis) and they give me a shape. But then again, there are things I can't wear because my lumps and blumps and klumps show in a way that's unattractive. Not everything makes me looks slimming. Not everything I can hide.


It's really tricky. It is. You have the plus size that means size 6+. You have the plus size that means curvy ladies only. You have the plus size that means fat ladies only. You have plus size that means it's time to shop at the Old Lady Department . . . there's a lot. And it's hard to place us in a category, because there are so many among one title: Plus Size.


But I always wondered why we had to be placed in a category to begin with. Why couldn't clothes just go up to the 20+ sizes and just leave it at that? We know we're fat. You don't have to bring pressure to us with a label.


I told myself and I am true to this, I said that if I lost weight I would never become thin. I will remain thick, because that's what I want to be. I like to feel meat. Not a huge excess, but I like to feel meat! Some jiggle. I feel most comfortable in that skin. That girl above? That's a beautiful shape. She's a beauty in general. I would never be ashamed to walk in a bra and pantie looking like her. So she's my weight loss goal.

One Of These Presidents Is Not Like The Other . . .

Am I the only one that wants to grab a box of crayons and start coloring?
No, I'm serious. This picture is too bland. Aside from the hunk o' cocoa at the bottom right.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Michael Cera is a Mind Murderer . . .





HOW DID YOU ESCAPE THE FOAM CUBE?! excellence . . .

Jimmy Wanted To Be A BREAK-DANCER!


Chyeah! That is Aubrey "Drake" Graham. Yes, this is from his High School days (which is probably around Junior High or whatnot in Canada, eh). And chyeah, where it says GOAL, he did write breakdancer . . . its behind that big gleam of light from the flash of the camera, no diggity.



I'M JUST SAYIN': He absolutely looks like Tay Zonday here, don't he? "CHOCOLATE RAAAIIIINNN!!"

Friday, January 8, 2010

GOAL BY DECEMBER?


To have my hair this big. If I work hard enough, moisturize my kinks, do protective styles, condition and hot oil treat my hair, by December, I'm hoping, my hair will be this big. So far it's 3/4 there. SO FAR.


BTW, Jill Scott looks stunning.
Photo Courtesy: YBF.com

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Where Was I? I'll tell ya!

WHAT HAS GONE DOWN SINCE I LAST BLOGGED:
  • School. I'm a big time slacker. If I wasn't majoring in journalism Procrastination would be my major, and Slacking would be my minor. I have had homework and whatnot, some which I never did (SMART GYAL!). Some which I did. Some which I never knew I had because you really don't know how many times I lost the syllabus to my classes. OH GEE. Then finals came and i procrastinated with those and then did last minute studying . . . yah.
  • Twitter. Seriously, when I became bored with facebook and went back to twitter, I became obsessed. I even got an app for my Cocoaberry (blackberry) and I go on it whenever I can. It's disgusting!
  • Laziness. I'm a lazy person. Eh. That's it.
  • Work. I've been working at the liquor store more than usual. Especially around the holidays. They get crazy busy!
  • Lack of inspiration. I have so many posts that need to be edited and posted. A lot. I start them, then lose interest. I'll tell you why.

A good two days ago, I was writing a post (A New Years post. BTW. HAPPY NEW YEAR!) and I wanted to check the date where I wrote my first blog entry. Then I started reading my old entries and whatnot . . . and my blog has changed. I wrote for you guys in the past but now it has become all about you! I know that sounds . . . unkind. But it's truth! I did this blog for fun! And it was fun. My humor and wit and random subjects were great! I even wrote about an adventure or two. Now I write about gossip and celeb shit that personally many other things you either don't care about or don't need to hear from me because you're subscribed to other blogs that give you such details. So it's basically repetition.

I love writing. I love blogging. It was so much fun! Now I feel like it's a duty. I don't want that. I wanna come home. Sit on this big ol' black computer chair, crack my knuckles, open up a blank post and just wriiiiite. Not wait for a topic to come to me. So, that's my little rant there. Heh.

SOOO.

Sorry. Just wanted to let that out. Peace.

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