Comeback Anyone?

So , I got out of class a little early this morning. Did the usual TUMail, Facebook, Blogroll, Youtube thing. You know, the many things you do on the internet before you decide to settle down and actually get to business. Anywho, last night I came across some classic tracks from Aftermath. It blew me away that I knew every single word to all of these songs and got a thinking.....where are these guys?








No Dre, I have not forgotten about u. lol

It is Time

Who are we to judge and proclaim what should happen and in what time frame it should happen. People love to sit there and tell you "It's time that you... (enter your experience here)" The truth of the matter is no one knows another persons' cross or what they go through. As of late, I've heard a lot of :

"Girl, its time, u need to get over it"

"Moss, it's time u go back home, she's not coming back"

"Son, it's time you stop fuckin around and get ur shyt together"

"C'mon, she's a nice girl, its time you settle down"

Guessed I missed was when we were given the little hourglass thingy of life and given the immense responsibility of keeping time. Once again, man decided to take what was His. Damn u Eve for taking the fruit u greedy chick! lol. Now we have biological clocks, deadlines, wrist watches, cell phones that we look at every hour to check what time it is. And the whole time we're checking the time we're wasting time not enjoying the time given. Life is short. Stop clockin it.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Hey There

"I been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the jump-off"

So, school has been in session for over 2 weeks now. Since then, I've begun classes at Health Sciences Campus (Broad n Tioga). Had some interesting encounters with some very interesting people. Started a new job at Temple University Hospital (I feel your congratulations, thank u). Lost my grandmother (RIP Daisy). Fought with friends. Cried so much that my tears said "Fuck u, I quit." And then today hit. I remembered this little outlet. The almighty BLOGSPOT

Lemme tell you, I really think that not a near nutta (How High) person reads these shits half as much as I do. While on my Emotional Nitro (the best roller coaster ever! Which for the first time since it opened I didn't ride this summer....=( ) I forgot about the beautiful world of bloggin. I figured I'd take this opportunity to shout out the people whose blogs I usually read pretty consistently. Ya'll make me forget for awhile.

Cuz- Honestly. KTH is the shit. I read it....even when u write complete gobbledygook like u did last night after the concert. The shit is refreshing, versatile and hilarious...very much like u buddy

'Nita- The poetry and experiences, both personal and otherwise take such a leap of faith to post. Being that vulnerable, and taking such big risks warrent only one thing....major returns. You're writing just like u is flourishing.

Cal- the chronicles of finishin school AND working on the best DVD collection ever?! Amazing. How dooooooooooo u do it? lol. The random tidbits about Free Willy and the ever famous Little Rascles definitely make for some serious smile crackers. =)

Buke- Bitch, u need to go to ur own classes...not Sahar's and the kids know their Mommies love them. lol

Ciara - Glad ur back in the blog world friend. Now even if I don't c u in person for a day at a time I can still laugh at ur shit. Cudos!

"Some days it aint sunny, but it ain't so hard"

Heard it a million times on Lupe's track but paid attention to the lyric after 'Nita put it on her blog. I try to keep that feeling in my being and in my stride. It helps to have ya'll, n the blogs are great distractions. So for all the bloggers who are trully dedicated to their shyt....Good Job....I salute u!

Ladies VS Women

So, I've been taking this African Dance Class and as the class is now coming to a close, I have learned a lot more than anticipated. Namely the differences between sexuality and sexual exploitation/ lewdness. The differences between being a woman, a female and being a lady. Also I have learned a deep appreciation for the power that women possess. As corny as this may sound to some, I feel deeply saddened that as a people, black women have become so hardened to the various circumstances that we have encountered on this earth that as a means of protection we act tougher, become tougher and callous ourselves. The callouses take away from the delicateness that women are to naturally possess. There is a huge misconception that succumbing to emotions, or feelings such as crying are signs of being a punk or being weak when these are in essence the things that make us women. Our sensitivity to situations, give us far greater insight and make us more able to recognize past mistakes so that we don't do them again.

In the class we move our hips, shake and shimmy our breast and celebrate the essence and force that is a woman.
We celebrate the duty we have of bringing life into the world.
We celebrate being the starting place of creation.
We move and parade our breasts which bring nourishment to the young and provide cushion to our men that no other pillow can provide.
We are a self replenishing sustainer to both young and old.

I've been in this class for over a month now and I finally understand. I finally feel like I have been called to be a lady, in addition to being a woman.

With all of this being said, I'm making a conscious effort to adjust my image that I put forth as a chick who acts like a dude and try to be always regarded as a lady in everything I do. It's been a while at acting the way I do, but I figure I've only been on the earth for 1/5 of my proposed life expectancy and I got a long way to go

"Now say Thank You"

"You know what grinds my gears ?" (True Family Guy fans stand up)

I hate it when someone does something nice for you, you say thank you because your mother raised u...not dragged you up. And you don't get as much as a head nod for being polite. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't rant about this minor infraction, however it happened to me three times in all of 3 minutes; needless to say I was a little overwhelmed. (Sidenote: you can only be overwhelmed or underwhelmed, never whelmed)
Newho. I think it is completely ridicilous for adults to constantly make an effort to make children say please and thank you over and over again when they are young for things such as bottles or food, when these sayings are lost in infantile amnesia or just plain forgotten as you get older. For those of you in blog land please remember to be polite and say please and thank you for they trully are the magic words.

From the mouths of Babes

Her Love

No other love can compare I swear
Shes the only one I know that will always be there
She loves me so much she beats the hell out of me so the world doesnt have to
She makes me try to be more accountable for the things that I do
Must hurt her to sit idly by and watch me make my mistakes
But she loves me that much, whatever it takes
Regardless of the grief and burdens I give she still weathers through
She does it so effortlessly, proof that her love is true
Thankful that I have someone to pick me up when I fall
She's always knows when I need her, don't even have to call
A kiss, a hug, a homecooked meal
Tiny pieces that show how a mother's love is so real

Need You Bad

I find myself completely in love with this song...Sining it extra loud and mighty off key while with friends or in a car kind of like this song. Funny how the brain works. Your subconscious will take a hold of something that your conscious isn't man enough to face and hold on to it until you get a clue. Well my subconscious let me in on to why I like the song so much. Apparently He lied to me and had a relationship with Jazmine Sullivan simultaneously with me because there's no other explanation as to how perfectly the lyrics of the song embody my feelings.

If i had you back in my world
I would prove that i could be a better girl
oh oh oh
If you let me back in
I would sho'nuff never never let you go again(hey baby)
I was so foolish to ever leave your side,
searching for what was right before my eyes
It was me who didn't realize
'till it was gone but now i know i need you in my life

Boy i need you bad as my heartbeat, (bad like the food i eat)
Bad as the air i breath, (baby i want you bad)
I need you bad i cant take this pain, (bad i cant take this pain)
Boy I'm 'bout to go insane (baby i need you bad)
I need you,
I need you,
What i gotta do (baby i want you bad)
I need you,
I need you,
Do it all for you (baby i need you)
Baby there's nothing i wouldn't do to get back what we had when love was true.
(oh oh oh)
No lie I'd give up all i got
Just so i could get back in my spot (Ooooh)

No...I do not think that throwing yourself at someone like this is all good in the hood, however if you know you messed up...the reality and the consequences of the actions eventually catch up and you feel it. It hurts. Life is like a tootsie pop sometimes. You gotta work through a really hard shell, maybe break a tooth trying to crack it but eventually you will arrive to a chocolate center. Naturally I have to get the rock hard lollipop that damn near cut my tongue. It's OK tho. I gotta chocolate center, it was promised to me.