Let's Play Tag!

It Seems As if
23 Year Old
Andrea from
"A Writer With A Voice"
Still Enjoy Playing
Kid Games Like Tag
(lol No offense Drea . . .
I love you gurl)

Yes, I Have been tagged!

The rules of this game are as followed:

A). Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog...
B). Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself...
C). Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs...
D). Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Here go the facts:

1. I like to dance and model in the mirror to Beyonce's B-Day album. No, I'm not much of a dancer, but it makes me happy. I do it at least once a week.

2. I attend a Catholic/Private/All women college called Rosemont. I love it! And no, I'm not a homosexual . . . if you were wondering. I'm sorry it's just an answer to a question commonly asked when I admit that I attend an all women's institution.

3. I love reading about love, romance, and relationships. I also like writing about those subjects, although sometimes, I have no idea what I am talking about. Oops!! That slipped out.

4. I don't get menstrual cramps so I laugh at my friends. HA! HA!

5. I talk loud, especially on the phone. So what! I like to be heard and I sometimes forget how to work the volume on my mouth.

6. After, I get my hair done I like to sing in the mirror using my purple hairbrush as my microphone. Not quite a singer either. My friends think it shouldn't even be something I do in private, but I don't think I'm that bad.

7. I tend to attract many boys, but for some reason, I seem to run them all away. I didn't do it! It was his fault. Of course, it is easy to blame it on the other party.

I am tagging D. McFadden, The OE, Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T, Gangstarr Girl, That Sports Chic, MC Wit' a Day Job, and FWMJ "Rappers I Know".

Guys Are So Complicated!

Guys Are So Complicated!

If you can kiss him on the first date . . . then after that first date- he is through with you.
If you can give him whatever he wants . . . then after he takes everything -he is through with you.
If you can make him laugh . . . then after your jokes get old-he is through with you.
If you can brighten up his day . . . then after the sun is down-he is through with you.
If you can watch sports with him . . . then after his boys come over-he is through with you.
If you can get his jimmy up . . . then after his jimmy goes down-he is through with you.
If you become pregnant with his baby . . . then after the baby drops-he is through with you.
If you can be his ride or die chic . . . then after the car is parked-he is through with you.
If you can give him puppy love . . . then after he becomes a dog-he is through with you.
If you can be his princess . . . then after he sees a queen -he is through with you.
If you can put up with his ish . . . then after she leaves him he'll come back to you.
If you can love him the way he wants to be loved . . . then after he becomes a real man-he will marry you.

Damn these Bugaboos!

You make me want to throw my sprint out the window, tell my boss that I quit, cut up my bus pass so I can walk because you are a bugaboo . . . a bugaboo!

Okay, I know everybody have or have had at least one bugaboo - whether it was an ex-girlfriend or boyfriend, a co-worker, a colleague, a friend, or even a stranger. You know . . . the type that gets under your skin every time they open their mouth and makes you want to just flip the finger. Well, if not allow me to introduce you to a few types.


Type A: The Ex-boyfriend or The Ex-girlfriend
WARNING: These types of bugaboos NEVER give up!

The person who persistently calls even after you have press the ignore button TEN times already. That person you constantly avoid until you finally surrender and answer his or her phone calls. Oh yeah . . . and I hope you are prepared to answer that first question too.

"Why weren't you answering my phone calls?" asks Mr. or Ms. "Ex" Bugaboo and
You will fallaciously respond, "I was busy. Why didn't you leave a message?"
Mr. or Ms. Bugaboo responds, "I tried, but your mail box was full."
Silently, you mummer "I wonder why?"

Again I say, Damn These Bugaboos!


Type B: The Crush

WARNING: These types of Bugaboos tend to be IMMATURE and EXTREMELY ANNOYING!

He or she may be a little too playful in the work place. Mr. or Ms. Crush gives you an excessive amount of "love taps", makes songs about you, and mocks your every word.

"Do you need me to take this blood back to the Blood Bank?" You may ask you supervisor depending on your job.
And before your supervisor answers, Mr. or Ms. Crush says, "Do you need me to take this blood back to the Blood Bank?"
"Don't mock me." You will snap back at Mr. or Ms. Crush
"Don't mock me." Mr. or Ms. Crush will repeat trying to mimic your voice and imitate your body language.
Slightly tempered, you will say "Leave me alone!"
And Mr. or Ms. Crush will mock you and say "Leave me alone!"

I repeat, DAMN THESE BUGABOOS!

Type C: The Stranger
WARNING: These types of Bugaboos are pretty SCARY, so be careful.

He or she may see you often on the train because you both ride the same train, at the same time every day. Mr. or Ms. Stranger Bugaboo will get on the train with you and sit next to you as if you two are together. Oh and you better not try to seat somewhere else because here comes Mr. or Ms. Stranger Bugaboo trying to play musical chairs. Mr. or Ms. Stranger Bugaboo will say anything to spark up a conversation so he or she can get to know you.

"Soooooo . . . you work at Footlocker huh?"
You shake your head up and down trying to avoid conversation. You think to yourself well I'm damn sure aint no referee. It's pretty obvious that I work there. I know you see me rocking this black and white strip shirt with the Footlocker logo on it clear as day.
"Do you work in the one in the gallery or the one on the streets?"
"Neither" you will lie not wanting Mr. or Ms. Stranger Bugaboo showing up at your job unannounced.
When your stop comes you are relieved to escape those repetitious questions as well as that hideous face that they come from.

For the last time, DAMN THESE BUGABOOS!!!!

And As Destiny's Child once sang,
"When You Call Me On The Phone You're Buggin' Me
When You Follow Me Around You're Buggin' Me
Everything You Do Be Buggin' Me
You Buggin' Me
You Buggin' Me
When You Show Up At My Door
You Buggin' Me
When You Open Up Your Mouth
You Buggin' Me
Everytime I See Your Face
You're Buggin' Me
You're Buggin' Me
You're Buggin' Me"

Signing off no longer aggravated, instead amused . . .

Words of Closure

Words of Closure


You were my man from the grip.
I fell in love with the kiss,
But you dropped me off
when I had that insecure fit.

But when you walked into my life,
Happiness appeared

And heartbreak . . . I feared.
Yet, you showed me
We should all face at least one fear each year.
I admit,
That was fair.

And with no regrets, I respect you for that
Yes, you changed a part of me
And for that,
You,
I could never neglect

Together we've loved
Apart we've grown
Now, time is bypassing
And it's time to move on
No longer do I hold on
No longer do I show despair
And never will I forget
The good times we've shared

Self

She went from main jawn to side jawn to something in the ride jawn.
Lowering her standards, trying to find love
With her own tears she couldn’t even define love
Because of her own fear she hid what was inside, Love
A bona fide sister went right down the drain
She didn’t want to feel lonely so she rather take the pain.
Giving her all trying to satisfy any ol' lame
Her beauty and her intellect she refused to blame

Suddenly, with no remorse, she got on her horse
And traveled through dark woods searching and searching, trying to find Self
The self that was mistreated and disguised
The self that held her confidence and pride
The self that understood that through GOD, loneliness never arrives
The self that knew that, unexpectedly love will surprise
The self that is now being taught that love starts from within
Now self will like to repent
For allowing Satan to strike once again

Eventually, she becomes reunited with her self-esteem
Though this time,
With GOD she plays as a team
A bond, in which, not even Satan can break the seam.

What the Hell is Patience?

Is it when he is upset and cursing about how bad his day went at work and you comfort him by bringing out the bright side of things or when you make him laugh and he forgets whatever happened to him that day at work?

Is it when you go to leave a comment on his myspace page and there are already so many girls who already sent him comments and you do it anyway . . . just because?

Is it when he decides to watch Sunday football all damn day instead of doing his homework and you get him to turn off the TV so he can get some work done?

Is it when you call him in the morning to make sure he gets to work on time?

Is it when you play that girlfriend role in his life even if he already got one-just to bring some happiness into his love life?

Is it when you show him and tell him how much you appreciates him and all he say is that’s sweet or I like you too?

Is it when you stick by his side week after week- month after month and all he says is: be patient?

What the hell is patience?

Somebody please tell me?

Am I patiently pouring my heart out to someone who doesn’t know how hard it is to be patient?

Am I patiently pouring me heart out to someone who doesn’t really want me to be his girl, but doesn’t know how to say it?

Or is it that I just don’t know what the hell patience is?

Somebody, please tell me-what the hell is patience.

How much patience can a girl have when feelings are involved?

What the hell is patience?

Signing off curious, confused, and hurt . . .

Are You A Listener or A Speaker?

“I Wish She Would Shut

Her Big Mouth!”

“I Swear He Doesn’t Know

Anything!”

There are many attitudes and actions that are valued by America. One action that is valued by America is voicing your opinions and or believes. Another action is being a good listener. In a classroom setting, the teacher or professor enforces these values through class participation. So what happens if there is only one student raising his or her hand and answering all the questions? Or what happens if there is only one student who doesn’t participate?

Such behaviors influence people to develop assumptions about both the speaker and the listener. For example, the listener may make up an assumption about the speaker similar to this: Oh she swears she knows it all or he’s a nerd. The speaker may make an assumption about the listeners such as: What he didn’t do his homework or oh that girl doesn’t know anything.

Of course there is always that teacher or professor who calls on a student who often remains silent during class discussions. This is an awkward situation for both the speaker and the listener because the speaker is forced to listen and the listener is forced to speak.

Throughout my career as a student, I have always spoken out because my family taught me that it is a good thing to speak out on behalf of one's opinions and beliefs. In my own mind, I thought, that listening was easier to do because it didn't require critical thinking. So, I thought I should obey my family’s values while challenging myself by speaking out every chance I got.

Surprisingly, It wasn’t until I got to college, that I realized that listening is a rather challenging task. I would become anxious and later furious when my professors constantly skipped over my hand, even when it was the first hand raised. Eventually, I began to analyze the situation. I would think to myself maybe I should give my colleagues an opportunity to speak up and allow myself to work on my listening skills. Hey, I might even learn a thing or two. And before you knew it, the professor was calling on me because I wasn’t raising my hand anymore. Why? Because I was being the listener! When the professor called on me that brought out that speaker that was embedded in my personality and before you knew it I was back to normal; constantly raising my hand and answering all the questions.

So the next time you think, oh I wish she would shut her big mouth or I swear he doesn’t know anything, try taking a risk by stepping out of your comfort zone to see how easy it is for you to shut up or speak out. Also, be aware that it is possible for your weaknesses to emerge from you strengths and for your strengths to emerge from our weakness.

Their New World

She was fed up with listening to the lies of her ex-boyfriend. He would say things like I’m going to call you or I'm coming over and never call or showed up unless he wanted something. For some strange reason she would always cater to his desires. Unconsciously, she developed a particular immunity for guys like him. She accepted these liars and deceivers because she thought they were the only ones that exist.

So, one day she meets a guy that is honest, respectful, intelligent, ambitious, and pleasant. She dismisses him. She thinks he is a weirdo simply because he is different than the others. He compliments her, teaches her new things, and introduces her to another world. His world. The world, in which, happiness, admiration, acceptance, and encouragement exists.

Day by day, he convinces her that he is not weird, but unique. Later, she begins to develop ardent feeling for him. Before you know it, he is the only boy she constantly talks, writes, thinks, and dreams about. She is amazed to see how “Mr. Weirdo” drastically transforms into “Mr. Right”. She often wonders why was she so ignorant and close-minded to his type in the first place.

She talks to GOD to ask him why is this man in her life. She wants to know things like: How long is he here to stay? How long is it before her heart gets broken? Is this real? Is he real? Should she hesitate on becoming emotionally involved with him or should she set her feelings free? She wants answers because she wants the best for both of them.

Her questions are answered and she obeys GOD by putting her guard down. As her relationship with “Mr. Right” progresses she learns to become humble and patient. Her happiness allows her to please GOD more and more everyday.

Then, one day, she begins to worry. She recognizes his relationships with other girls. She sees that the other girls are desperate to be with him sexually. This makes her sick to her stomach. She asks herself, how could these females disrespect themselves like this? What did he say to these girls for them to become so desperate? She thought maybe she shouldn’t consider a relationship with him because she thought she would appear to be desperate like the others. Of course she was never known to be desperate and couldn’t possibly see herself characterized by such a sinful word.

So she confronted him with this issue. He told her that those girls didn’t mean anything to him and that he liked her because she was more mature than them. After their conversation she realizes that the reason they both liked each other was because of their unique personalities. She found out that he was the most amazing guy she has ever met because he was the opposite of the guys she was used to. Similarly, he found out that she was a wonderful person because she was the different than the girls he was used to.

Now she only accept guys like him and the other guys are invisible to her. His world is now her new world and her world his his new world and the two settles for nothing less.