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This means that to me Christmas was not only preparing and consuming copious amounts of food or exchanging gifts, it meant the lead up to Christmas Eve as people purchased gifts (and in the latter years personal effects to adorn themselves for the Christmas Eve lime or whatever fete has commandeered that night). One would find us staying up to the wee hours of Christmas morning selling to the last minute shopper who decided at hour 0 to buy their cousin a gift or their sister. But I've changed.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EI don't know if it because I'm older or because I'm over it but the Christmas Eve experience has changed. It feels cheap and relegated to the young who now have an excuse to walk the streets of St. John's with abandon. I see women dressed in various levels of undress and I'm sickened. Don't worry, I've accepted I'm a prude and I don't see the sense of my fellow women wearing tops as dresses.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EOf late, I'm envying my father who is at home sleeping as we sit around waiting for another customer to pop in and buy magnetic earrings or eyelashes (medium, of course). I feel myself yearning for a tradition where I spend the days leading up to Christmas reading Charles Dickens' The Christmas Carol, as I think of ways to re-write it with a Caribbean twist. Or curling up with lover, as the rain hits the window pane instead of slouching over gift sets that refuse to sell.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EAs a new generation hits the streets of St. John's, I see a lost generation, one that is looking for guidance. But somehow they feel so far gone. I know that the future leaders of our nation are at home in the embrace of their family but it doesn't deny the fact that there are so many who embrace the consumer culture to the degree that they will always be impoverished and at the mercy of their employer and the government, in some cases they are one and the same.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EWhen did self-respect disappear into the cesspool of the desire to possess something that would make one look \"cool\"?\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EWhen did women want to out do the women of the night?\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EWhen did I stop having faith in the future generation and what they were capable of doing? But did I ever think of what they were capable of doing?\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EI am getting old and I am over it. I feel like this part of my life is turning, changing from a youthful green to the decaying red and browns. And for my life to flourish, I feel like it has to be pruned. What will Christmas 2016 bring? I'm not sure yet, but I'm hoping for a different venue, a full night's sleep, a chance for a new beginning, a new tradition.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EImage Credit: \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/nothingwillchangeart.blogspot.nl\/\"\u003Ei\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6905505844814918361\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8580635660349746755\u0026postID=6905505844814918361\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/6905505844814918361"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/6905505844814918361"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/12\/getting-old-or-just-over-it.html","title":"Getting Old or Just Over It"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kimolisa"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/16624029898830661332"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-wL_Ex_iRPQ4\/UNukIEoLRDI\/AAAAAAAACX4\/Z0LUWDrIfVs\/s72-c\/pastpresntfuture.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580635660349746755.post-6934399413515200107"},"published":{"$t":"2015-12-13T15:04:00.000-05:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2015-12-13T15:04:20.538-05:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life Offline"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Why He's The One"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: x-small;\"\u003EPsst! Come over here. Don't tell anyone, but I think he's the one. Yeah, the guy I'm seeing. For real though, but don't tell anyone.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/ce\/98\/imageback.com_ce9806ae17FMLPNPQ31d8d2af7a6.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/ce\/98\/imageback.com_ce9806ae17FMLPNPQ31d8d2af7a6.jpg\" height=\"334\" width=\"500\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003ENow on a serious note, let's get into this week's blog post. The other evening, a person who I think is the bee's knees said something that got me to thinking. I'm paraphrasing of course, but he said something along the lines that he's not into the concept of marriage as there was not guarantee that it would not end in divorce. And to be honest, I can't fault him on this notion.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EIf you look at all the information that is shoved in our faces, from the divorce rate being around 50% and more and more people are embracing the single lifestyle indefinitely, it asks the question why bother get hitched? And part of me is not crazy about the idea either, but there is a but. Let me dissect it for you like it's a frog in a high school lab.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EWhy I'm Not Looking Forward To Getting Hitched\u003C\/h3\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EIt's a family thing\u003C\/b\u003E. My notion of marriage comes from the examples I saw growing up, i.e. the folks, the parents, those people who raised me. And although I love them to death, my memories of married life are those of misery and fatigue. Misery because things are not going a certain way in the point of view of one parent. Fatigue because they worked hard to provide. But I didn't see much of the lovey lovey stuff that the media tells us that marriage is all about. To me, marriage seemed as though it was something you wanted to get out of and something you regretted.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EThe Wedding.\u003C\/b\u003E My mom, for a short period of time, was in the wedding business and when I saw all that goes into a wedding, I will kindly say \"Thank you, but no thank you.\" In fact, what I will tell anyone is to have a small civil union\/wedding, and after 5 - 10 years, have the elaborate affair for an anniversary or renewing of vows. Nothing much grieves my soul more than seeing people spend money they don't have to feed people they barely know and ending up going home to mommy and daddy because they don't like their spouse. At least stay with the SOB until after you pay off for the wedding, at least then you or them don't have one more thing to bitch and blame about in your union.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EOne more person to monopolize my time.\u003C\/b\u003E There are 24 hours in the day, 4-8 of them are spent sleeping, another 8 or so are at work, let's say 1-3 for hygiene, commuting to work and eating, so you have 5-11 hours to yourself and now a chunk of that has to go to your partner. The only saving grace in the notion that your partner might be good company and the sex is great so it will be time well spent. The down side is your partner is human, just like you, and they have their fair share of good days and bad, emotional turmoil, hopes and fears, and when you are having a shit day, you might be needed to rub their heads because they are having a shit day, too. Then again, this is a great opportunity to get out of your head and be charitable. Do you get the drift? it can go any way and it's up to you which direction it can go.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EAre they really the one.\u003C\/b\u003E I had seen a TED talk some time back that explained why it's better to have less choices because it would make it easier for one to make a choice and feel satisfied with the choice. But when you have 7 Billion plus people on the planet, you have a choice of 3.5B to choose from (7B if you are a swing hitter), how sure are you that you've made the right choice? We are told that we have soul mates, but how do we know that he or she is the one? That's the thing you don't know, that why you do the best with what you got.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003ESo how do I know he's the one?\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/d0\/0e\/imageback.com_d00ee35278CPPBWYR34631bca80b.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/d0\/0e\/imageback.com_d00ee35278CPPBWYR34631bca80b.jpg\" height=\"333\" width=\"500\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EWell, I really don't know if he is, but I like what we've got going. And it's not the big outlandish things that blockbuster romcom's are made of, it's the little things, like\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EHim not getting into a hissy fit when I peed his bed. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003EAnd I blame the Asian chick in my dream who led me to a bathroom stall for that. When I became aware I was so embarrassed and he just brushed it off like things like that happen and told me to go back to sleep. Now I laugh at the memory, but I was mortified beyond belief.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EHim not giving up on us when I got cold feet.\u003C\/b\u003E I was ready to break up and he came over and we had a good talk, a real talk. My fears were laid to rest and I saw that the relationship was worth exploring, especially as it worked.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EWe laugh.\u003C\/b\u003E I know it sounds simple but there is something about laughing with someone. Laughing is amazing in itself but when you are laughing with someone, it's like they get you, you are in sync and the experience is just right.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EMy wanting this.\u003C\/b\u003E It may or may not lead to marriage, but for right now it feels right. It's not complicated, I am growing from it, and I don't want to see it end. And if it did, I would still be okay because at least I experienced it and that would be enough.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EMy farting on him. \u003C\/b\u003ELet me explain myself, you ever had a bit of air in your body and you are holding it in. Then you fall asleep, and your body relaxes and before you know it pfft, a puff of air escapes and the person is right behind you. It is only when it's too late that you realise what happened, but you act as though you are sleeping when he\/she rolls onto their back. I'm laughing while I write this like. Sorry about that, babe.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: small;\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EHim making me better.\u003C\/b\u003E I'm more compassionate, I'm more patient, I let things happen in their own time without me jumping in to try to make them just so. By being with him, I now know how to just listen without offering a solution. I'm better than I was before I knew him. \u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003EWill I Ever Get Married?\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/images.unsplash.com\/photo-1427477321886-abc24e8ce923?ixlib=rb-0.3.5\u0026amp;q=80\u0026amp;fm=jpg\u0026amp;crop=entropy\u0026amp;w=1080\u0026amp;fit=max\u0026amp;s=8663962e3a3a7a9c2284ba6952fa2aba\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"332\" src=\"https:\/\/images.unsplash.com\/photo-1427477321886-abc24e8ce923?ixlib=rb-0.3.5\u0026amp;q=80\u0026amp;fm=jpg\u0026amp;crop=entropy\u0026amp;w=1080\u0026amp;fit=max\u0026amp;s=8663962e3a3a7a9c2284ba6952fa2aba\" width=\"500\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EI don't know. I am in that funny place where the sets don't overlap. One set is what I've seen in my parents' marriage and the other is what the media (romcoms, romance novels, women's magazines) tell me and because they don't overlap, I reside in a space where one would think they would overlap. But I'm trying to adopt the notion that this crazy thing called love is not based on what people show and tell me but on what I feel. I feel a genuine connection with him and I feel that is enough.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EDo I need a fancy wedding or a piece of paper to tell me that is real and tangible? No.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EDo I need to create a sense of security for those around me because without a ring, it doesn't mean that he loves me? No.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EDo I have to validate to the world that this man is my possession and all the other women better get to stepping? No, because if I have to do that it means that I don't trust him. And what is love without trust?\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003ETime will tell, but for now, I'm content in knowing that he's the one. \u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: justify;\"\u003EImage credits: \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/3830\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Ei\u003C\/a\u003E, \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/4648\"\u003Eii\u003C\/a\u003E, \u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/spiritvisionstudios\"\u003Eiii\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6934399413515200107\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8580635660349746755\u0026postID=6934399413515200107\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/6934399413515200107"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/6934399413515200107"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/12\/why-hes-one.html","title":"Why He's The One"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kimolisa"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/16624029898830661332"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580635660349746755.post-5863796140694086650"},"published":{"$t":"2015-09-27T08:17:00.000-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2015-12-06T14:58:17.981-05:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sunday Introspection - Who Are You?"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/screencrush.com\/files\/2014\/01\/tumblr_lyezfmD49p1qaf93fo1_1280.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/screencrush.com\/files\/2014\/01\/tumblr_lyezfmD49p1qaf93fo1_1280.jpg\" height=\"332\" width=\"500\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo, really who are you?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the last couple days, I've been building up to this question. Who am I? I know that it looks like a simple question but I also know that it is a heavy one. One that stumps people, making them stop and really think about it. Sometimes they start the list. You know the list, for instance mine would be I am:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EA daughter\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EA sister\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EA friend\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EA freelancer\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EA paper pusher\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E....\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003EThis is all well and good, but those are in relation to others or to activities. What happens if you strip them away, who are you? Who are you before others placed labels on you? Who are you before you\u0026nbsp; took on a profession? Who are you in a crowd of strangers?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAfter much thought, I've come to the belief that when you have the answer to this heavy question, you have a solid core and no matter what is layered over it, the core remains the same. Don't ask me why, but I'm thinking it's like the earth. When the top layers shift and crack, the core sends up magma to fill the void created. And that magma is rich in minerals. So if our sense of self shifts, if we lose a job to which our identity is so closely attached, we can fall back on our core identity, recognise that we are not our job but something and someone so much more.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo, who am I? Sometimes people like to throw that question like a right hook or a left jab, \"Who do you think you are?\", \"Ah who she t'ink she be?\" Well, to be honest, I don't know but I am working to find out. There are a few things I do know about myself, the kind of things that come from the gut that tells me I am happy or excited about something or that are hardwired into me as I've evolved, they are as follows,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love to dance\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love to laugh\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love to read\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI like to travel, not so much reaching the final destination but the actual traveling\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI find large bodies of water peaceful, I like being out at sea\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI like to try new things, I am the first of my siblings to eat Sushi and thanks to my Chinese coworkers in New York, I've eaten eel (it tastes fishy)\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI find peace in writing\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love talking with people over good food and wine\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI am stubborn, that is hardwired\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI stand firmly on principle even though I am trying to reduce my value judgement\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI am an idea machine but I am working on being a doer as well as a thinker\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI am a movie lover\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love good sheets, there is something about curling up under a sheet with a certain thread count, or a fluffy duvet on a cold day\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love independence, it is something I've always valued but I'm still working out what it truly means\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI love and fear the silence where all the demons and angels come out to play and the rawness of who I am brings tears to my eyes\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003EA lot of thought leaders (such a funny term) have been spouting the idea that we are spiritual beings having a human experience. And for the most part, I agree but it saddens me that we get so caught up in petty issues, that our humanity is our handicap. What if we were not limited by our fears of what people will say? What if we did amazing things in spite of\u0026nbsp; our families saying don't do it because they are afraid we would be hurt? What if we became someone who is more than our job titles, our possessions, our relations to others, our hobbies and our capabilities?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat if you knew that from the beginning, be it conception or birth, you knew that you were special, that you mattered, that you can be and do whatever you want without limitations?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat if....\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Eimage credit: \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/touch1410.com\/nbcs-saturday-night-live-adds-sasheer-zamata-to-cast\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EThe Touch\u003C\/a\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5863796140694086650\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8580635660349746755\u0026postID=5863796140694086650\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/5863796140694086650"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/5863796140694086650"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/09\/sunday-introspection-who-are-you.html","title":"Sunday Introspection - Who Are You?"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kimolisa"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/16624029898830661332"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580635660349746755.post-3983317006618446556"},"published":{"$t":"2015-08-09T11:21:00.000-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2015-08-09T11:21:14.558-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"drug use"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"getting high"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"marijuana"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Mary Jane"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Random Thoughts"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Thank You, But No Thank You"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/0f\/cd\/imageback.com_0fcdd229c9ILCDONM387d555515b.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/0f\/cd\/imageback.com_0fcdd229c9ILCDONM387d555515b.jpg\" height=\"510\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the first time in thirty five years being on this rock hurtling through space, I tried marijuana and I have one thing to say,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EThank You, But No Thank You.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow there are many reasons why I've never tried Mary Jane, including effective drug use prevention advertisements and that little thing where I can't inhale. In the past, I've tried cigarettes and cigars and I just can't voluntarily inhale smoke. As this is the case, I've tried ingesting the weed, I've eaten:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003E\u003Cb\u003EA Marijuana sugarcake\u003C\/b\u003E - Made me sleepy. I must say I slept well that night;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E\u003Cb\u003EA Marijuana lollipop\u003C\/b\u003E - God, it tasted so bad that I could take only so much and I felt nothing.\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThen over the weekend, I had Marijuana in cake. As one friend said, it doesn't appear as though it's working until bam, you are high, and trust me, she wasn't whistling Dixie. I think I had 4-5 1 1\/2\" X 1\" cakes and it doesn't help my situation that I was drinking. Ladies and gentlemen, I was shitfaced and I don't want to ever be like that again. My symptoms that night were:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EMajor cotton mouth;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EHyper-awareness - it killed the chatter in my head and left my only perceiving things as they are;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003ESlow motor skills - although I was hyper-aware, I was sluggish;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EA listing to the right - I would be walking and I would veer to the right;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow the above may not all be attributed to the Mary Jane alone but it was a trip traveling home. I can understand why people take it like one would drink wine, but I didn't like losing control. I appreciated the hyper awareness because now I know what it looks like so I can work to get back to that place without drugs, but I like to be able to defend myself, to react quickly and that is impossible while under the influence.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI also noticed that it brought out a base emotion. I noticed that I became anxious, I was anxious while my sister was driving, I was anxious about how I behaved at the get together, I was anxious about how people perceived me. I was uber anxious and that continued into the next day while at work. I had to calm my anxieties and remind myself to let go of decade old regrets. The drug brought forth my most primal emotion and proved that although I layered on positive points of view, the negative roots are still there and can escape through a crack.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy first hallucinogenic experience was a double edge sword, I learned from it and still it was not all fun experiencing it. Would I try it again? No, it just isn't my cup of tea. I would rather read a good book, hang out with cool people, take in a great view or watch a movie than get high. Would I tell others not to try it? No, I think people should experience it so that they can have their own view point on it. I know it would be hard for me to do, but I would have my child try it in my presence so that they go through it in a safe environment. Then when they are proper wasted, I would make the experience awful (muhahaha).\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u0026nbsp;Now a day and a half removed from the experience, I can definitively say, \"Thank you, but no thank you.\" If that is the alleged gateway drug, I won't be indulging in any drugs in the future thus making me even more of a prude. Ain't no thang, I'm a prude till I die. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EImage Credit: \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/4703\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EImageBack\u003C\/a\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3983317006618446556\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8580635660349746755\u0026postID=3983317006618446556\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/3983317006618446556"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/3983317006618446556"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/08\/thank-you-but-no-thank-you.html","title":"Thank You, But No Thank You"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kimolisa"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/16624029898830661332"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580635660349746755.post-409112294855104404"},"published":{"$t":"2015-07-05T07:57:00.003-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2015-07-05T07:57:36.490-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Becoming Venus"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Believe"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Venus"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Womanhood"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Becoming Venus - You Ain't S#!@!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.astrobio.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/14730033038-049d402366-o.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/www.astrobio.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/14730033038-049d402366-o.jpg\" height=\"424\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet me start off by putting things into perspective. Think about it, you are:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EOne person in a population of over 7 billion people;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EOn a planet in a solar system of 9 planets (yes, Pluto is in my solar system);\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EIn a solar system in a galaxy of billions of solar systems;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EIn a galaxy in a universe that has billions of galaxies.\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow, the question I have to ask you is, why do you think you are so important? In the whole scale of things you are a speck on a speck in a speck in another speck. Think that little creature that is smaller than an ant, that's you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThen there is the fact that time is continuous, oh sure it seems to slow down when you are having a memorable moment, but it just keeps going like a lazy river. At one point you jumped into that river and then another point you came out. But think about this, do you know anything about your great-great-great-great uncle on your mother's side? Do you know anything about the shepherd in Ireland, the goat herder in Kenya, the opium farmer in Afghanistan who existed in the past or lives during your lifetime? And the reality is they know absolutely nothing about you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThink about it, the \"famous\" people, the Nelson Mandela's, the Beyonce's, the Hitler's are one in billions. They \"won\" the lottery through their hard work, good or bad, their consistency and single mindedness (but that is another blog post). And guess what? the rest of us didn't \"win\" that lottery, but even if we did, in a hundred years, a thousand years, these individuals will only be remembered by historians, replaced by people doing interesting things in the future. The day will come when the Kardashians will be forgotten.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe reality is\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003EYou Ain't Shit!\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EBut.....\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003EYeah, there is a but. But that gives you permission to do the things people tell you, the things you tell yourself, you can't do because at the end of the day it doesn't matter. So what if you don't write an international bestselling novel, but you do have a novel that is out there and like E. L. James (sigh) your novel can grow a readership that goes galactic. You can develop a program that would have Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg giving you the side eye. You could inspire a generation through your actions instead of inaction to do something more than just survive.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003EDo you really want your short stint on this planet to be about surviving, paying the bills and having the latest gadget? Or do you want to experience the natural high of achieving something that has been pricking the back of your mind? (Why do I sound like a drug dealer?)\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003EAt the end of the day, you and your actions don't matter, so why not do whatever the hell you want to do? Society makes everything so scary and although they push the idea of \"out of the box thinking\", it wants us to live in the box. But life shouldn't be so serious. It's short, it's messy but it can be fun and while you are taking that last breath at the end of it, you should have a silly smile on your face because you know it was an amazing ride. Not for the other billions of people on this earth or the countless life forms on our planet and the universe, but for YOU.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003ESo today, tomorrow and the weeks and the months ahead, choose that dream, that idea, that one thing that gives you a buzz, plan how to execute it and DO IT! (Mind you, not \"Just Do It\" because that makes it sound like it's easy, but DO IT.)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDO IT because you want it more than anything in the world\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDO IT because it is what YOU want to do\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDO IT because it is part of your legacy, what you are leaving to the world\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDO IT because despite the hardship, when it is done you feel on top of the world\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDO IT because no one can do it like you\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EDO IT because you deserve it\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd as added motivation, Shia LaBouef:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/nuHfVn_cfHU\" width=\"560\"\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003EBut also DO IT, because in the grander scheme of things it doesn't matter and that should be one weight off your shoulders, one less thing in your way along your path to personal greatness. But never forget,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: large;\"\u003EYou Ain't Shit\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003ETo learn more about Becoming Venus, click \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/06\/becoming-venus-introduction.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Ehere\u003C\/a\u003E.\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: left;\"\u003EImage Credit: Nasa, \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/primalcarnageforums.com\/archive\/index.php\/t-38-p-5.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EPrimal Carnage Forums\u003C\/a\u003E,\u003C\/div\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/feeds\/409112294855104404\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8580635660349746755\u0026postID=409112294855104404\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/409112294855104404"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/409112294855104404"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/07\/becoming-venus-you-aint-s.html","title":"Becoming Venus - You Ain't S#!@!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kimolisa"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/16624029898830661332"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/nuHfVn_cfHU\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580635660349746755.post-6206404834496250901"},"published":{"$t":"2015-06-07T09:06:00.000-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2015-06-07T09:06:00.175-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Random Thoughts"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Self Love"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Self Respect"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The Doctor's Out; Can I Take A Message"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/33\/02\/imageback.com_3302759a1eMKJQAKN33e600b05d9.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/images\/33\/02\/imageback.com_3302759a1eMKJQAKN33e600b05d9.jpg\" height=\"266\" width=\"400\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe other day I caught up with a series of webisodes called \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.sexless.vhx.tv\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003E\u003Ci\u003ESexless\u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E and after watching 4 episodes I thought it should be called \u003Ci\u003EThe Young and The Thirsty\u003C\/i\u003E. For those who don't know what Thirsty means, here is a definition from \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.urbandictionary.com\/define.php?term=Thirsty\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EUrban Dictionary\u003C\/a\u003E:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote class=\"tr_bq\"\u003ETo be thirsty, is to over actively: investigate, long for, covet, in  some occasions intensely staring, or bold displays of desperation. \u003C\/blockquote\u003ETo be honest, I have mixed opinions about this show. On one hand I dislike how it displays this sad version of women who crave male attention at the expense of their dignity and pride. But on the other hand, it shows the thirst so that women can identify it in themselves.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs I thought more about the show, I found myself thinking up things I would say to the various women, like\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EIf the man tells you he is seeing other people and is pushing for you to be intimate with him, is he really the man you want to be with?\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EStop being a cock tease, honey. You can't be flirting and giving men the belief that they can get the cookies then tell them the kitchen is closed;\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003EIf you want to be more than friends, tell the man. If he wants the same, woohoo. If not let it go and move on. In case you didn't know there are other men out there, just open your eyes.\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThen I stopped. I accepted that these women are young, they have yet to learn the facts of life and in this race to find Mr. Right and settle down, they will meet a lot of Mr. Wrongs and Mr. Not Right Nows. I also stopped because I know I did my fair share of stupid ish. Hell, I'm still doing stupid ish and most likely will do more in the future. Who am I to judge?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI noticed that I am always quick to give people solutions and advice but I rarely take the time to give myself the advice I needed. I was like the carpenter who's house is never finished, the seamstress who wore boring clothing and the doctor whose family always gets sick. It's only when we are instructed to take care of ourselves first then take care of the people we love that we actually do it. Through church and society we are told to take care of everyone before ourselves.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt was only recently that a concept became apparent to me,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote class=\"tr_bq\"\u003EThey say treat others like you would treat yourself, but what if you don't like yourself? What if you treat yourself badly? Won't you treat others badly too?\u003C\/blockquote\u003EI treat myself badly when I don't nurture myself. I treat myself badly when I berate myself for making a mistake. I treat myself badly when I don't stand up for myself, when I didn't give myself the advice I need, when I don't ensure that I am happy. I treat myself badly when I put the needs of others before my own needs which leads to unhappiness and resentment.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's time that this doctor took the time to look after herself because if she doesn't how can she look after someone else?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cb\u003EHow about you? Are you treating yourself badly? How can you treat yourself the way you deserve to be treated? Leave your answers in the comments below.\u003C\/b\u003E \u003Cb\u003EAnd don't forget to share because sharing is caring.\u003C\/b\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Eimg: \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/imageback.com\/4123\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EImageBack\u003C\/a\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6206404834496250901\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8580635660349746755\u0026postID=6206404834496250901\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/6206404834496250901"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8580635660349746755\/posts\/default\/6206404834496250901"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/asilomik.blogspot.com\/2015\/06\/the-doctors-out-can-i-take-message.html","title":"The Doctor's Out; Can I Take A Message"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kimolisa"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/16624029898830661332"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}}]}});