<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780</id><updated>2009-10-13T17:45:53.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back To School. . .</title><subtitle type='html'>Life really is a circle. One minute you are a senior the next minute you are struggling to become a "freshman" all over again! Well this is my journey (finally) back to the world of education. Only this time I am going to LAW SCHOOL. Come along for the ride...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-465293341843126785</id><published>2008-06-02T11:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:35:17.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School Prep</title><content type='html'>Okay for those of you who know me, my biggest dream has been to go to Law school. It is funny though because everyone in my life thinks that now that I am married I should have a goal of starting a family (everyone except hubby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started doing my research for the best law school prep classes to take. I thought there were only two. Kaplan and Princeton, but it turns out there are several. The top four are Testmasters, Blue Print and then Kaplan and Princeton. I chose Blueprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a timed test with my Kaplan book and came up with a 161 as my score. I am aiming at a 173 so a 161 is good, but I want better and BluePrint I feel with do that for me. I am trying not to be a walking advertisement for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, We are officially open for visitors. with me being ill, and Hubby working so hard, we had to take our time unpacking and getting the house set up but now that we are all settled and organized, we are open for visitors. I can't wait to have people over. It get's lonely sitting at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a gym, and I am part of two book clubs. I also go to the library and now that the weather is better I go to the Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with my list of law schools I am looking at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Columbia (as always this was my first choice)&lt;br /&gt;2. University of Michigan (Ann Arbor)&lt;br /&gt;3. Universy of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;4. Norte Dame&lt;br /&gt;5. Fordham&lt;br /&gt;6. Rutgers (Camden)&lt;br /&gt;7. University of Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;8. Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;9. Cornell (Ithaca)&lt;br /&gt;10. NYU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far that is my list. I plan to apply to as many as I possibly can. I signed up for the LSAC thingy and well now that the boat is on it's way, I can't turn back now. Wish me luck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record:&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a shit if Lindsey Lohan is gay or not? I mean we have an election coming up and Hillary Clinton will not quit and all you hear is "is Lindsey Lohan gay?" like seriously america get real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Just for the record, I am throwing an election party at my crib, in November. so plan to come people. Pro OBAMA supporters only and please dont' egg my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-465293341843126785?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/465293341843126785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=465293341843126785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/465293341843126785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/465293341843126785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/law-school-prep.html' title='Law School Prep'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-8373136855182980940</id><published>2008-06-02T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:26:42.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK</title><content type='html'>That's right!&lt;br /&gt;After one full year, I have decided to return to the world that is blogging and continue my rant. So what have I been up to well here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUne&lt;br /&gt;I got a job working for this really small but very interesting insurance company. What started out as the best job after college soon went down hill into the biggest nightmare ever. But in June i didn't know that so here I was just doing my "thing" as we say and typing away, trying to learn the ropes. Two weeks into the month of June (when I just started) one of the girls quit. Leaving only three of us to run an office with over 500 clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;I was mad stressed out. I felt betrayed alot this month and tried my best to keep a happy face. I felt lost and regretted many decisions about the wedding plans that I had made. Most especially going to Nigeria because I found out my biggest supports (sisters) didn't get the necessary clearance by INS to attend my nuptials. I wanted to cancel my wedding and well a lot of friendships were broken because of this. Needless to say my work was becoming even more stressful. I am not going to regale you with tales of who I lost faith in and why but I will tell you that even now I haven't yet spoken my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;Wedding!!!&lt;br /&gt;O my god! It was the best day of my life! Even though some people tried to ruin it for me, but I brushed thier foolishness aside and focused on  enjoying it. I had the ladies in red and the guys in black and I was looking gorgeous. We had a huge turnout like I expected and well I was on a plan the next day back to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;Was spent at the reception which by the way turned out to be a huge success too! Lots and Lots of great memories and beautiful pictures and just recuperating. I had some issues to sort out with some people and some new business ventures dropped into my lap. After returning from my wedding, my work situation took a heavy loss as one of the best workers was fired. I had to start contemplating new business ventures. We had another bat in our apartment. That was the last straw. Baby and I (now Hubby and I ) had to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Nigerian partys. I spent the better part of the year traveling from place to pace and visiting various people. We also started planning huge nigerian parties. The sense of betrayal from Nigeria began to grow at this point when I saw the pictures and I sunk into a deep sadness I couldn't shake. I quit my job and started job hunting in my new city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;The big move from CT to NJ and settling in. Married life is great. I have this really supportive spouse who wanted me to launch my business idea. I have been so hesitant to go back and get certified as an event planner and he kept saying look you need to do this because you are great!!!! God I love him so much! anyway, getting settled, furniture shopping and spending mullah made from dancing at the wedding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the "rents for Christmas, Trip to Indy for Fusion, Trip to Poconos for so R and R, I think we shall return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;Begining a new year!!!! Health problems ( woult go into details) begin to arrive! I am thrust into intense pain, lots of tests and weakness. Hair loss begins. I start taking pills for the pain and keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Bmore, weight gain like crazy (because of pills and health problems) Still am not working but assisted on a project. Surgery scheduled for sometime in March. Nervous but Hubby is supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;Realized that some friendships are meant to die and fade. Realized that  when things get really bad those that love you will care and support you. Resentment and anger from the wedding beginning to disappear into regret. Discovered a gem right under my nose and learned to love and trust again. Operation a success but recuperation and health still failing. Weight gain now 220pounds. Surprised that I finally have stretch marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;Begin nutritionist recommended diet and excercise. Still undergoing tests. Doctors unsure of what else to do but give my body time. Still on pills and working out. Weight loss 10 pounds excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;Graduations, parties and more! Visit the Pocono's again! We gotta come back!!!! weight loss 30 pounds!!! Yeah total of 30 lost. Doctor's optimistic. Joined a gym, got my NJ driver's liscense. and signed up for Law School Prep. Lost A LOT of friends on the way and that pains me but life must trudge on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is where we are at people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health is getting back on track which is great. The Dr.'s are still testing so I am being poked and prodded almost every other week. I have the greatest husband in the world and I love him more and more. I found this amazing Nigerian tailor and I have been taking sewing classes with her. I am excited about this new chapter that I am going to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-8373136855182980940?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8373136855182980940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=8373136855182980940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/8373136855182980940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/8373136855182980940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-156466950562988644</id><published>2007-05-18T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:50:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of a Chapter the Beginning of a New Day</title><content type='html'>So this is the last post on Requiem of College Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you might ask? Because Poetic Justice is graduating on Sunday. That's right. I managed to graduate with a 3.8 GPA and I am proud of it. Bite me all you haters that said I was to old and couldn't make it. Well guess what I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can catch LadyB as she reincarnates to that Poetic person she was meant to be. NO more drama people. I am no moving to brightenmylife.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz and Enjoy your Summer, Year and Life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-156466950562988644?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/156466950562988644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=156466950562988644&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/156466950562988644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/156466950562988644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-chapter-beginning-of-new-day.html' title='The End of a Chapter the Beginning of a New Day'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-6102816923561502431</id><published>2007-05-11T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:41:05.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the New Me</title><content type='html'>I had to take my blog down for a while since I was re-incarnating myself. My other blogs have also been re-done including my poetry blog which is brightenmylife.blogspot.com. Feel free to check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well So many things! Finally I can work! I got a job offer with an employment benefits company and I was hired into an executive position which I wasn't expecting but because of certian situations, I wasn't sure I could get the job and then boom I got a call, got an offer, negotiated for a better pay and then I got the job. Wow! God is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to falling in place for me and Baby now. I have released all my anger and issues with people and let that be. And of course, despite my professor's angst against me, LadyB is graduating (finally) from college. I was thinking today that at some point a few years ago I thought I would never get out of college but look at me now, I am graduating! Yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we are all set for the wedding in Nigeria. Yes I tok Wedding Wars down because it was also some negative energy there as well. So anyway, I have officially bought my ticket to Nigeria and I am going home. I haven't been home in over 7 years and to think that I am finally going to get on a plane and go home is overwhelming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to fully dedicate myself to Firerepublic now. I began taking my classes again and should have my liscense and certification by July. So that is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I started ordering the crap for the wedding including paper for the program and invites, candles, favors etc. Our house is beginning to get boxes of crap much to his dissatisfaction but my excitement. Life is turning around people and I am excited. Yesterday I actually woke up and smiled. I am not a morning person but I woke up smiling. Yes! I am happy. Welcome to the new me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-6102816923561502431?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6102816923561502431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=6102816923561502431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6102816923561502431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6102816923561502431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-new-me.html' title='Welcome to the New Me'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-2459257714984273607</id><published>2007-04-19T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:07:22.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Call me superficial, call me prissy, call me DIVA! Whatever you want to call me. &lt;br /&gt;10 Things I love about my current living environment&lt;br /&gt;1. The fact that I have two fireplaces&lt;br /&gt;2. The size of the master bedroom&lt;br /&gt;3. The office space I set up in the front room&lt;br /&gt;4. The size of my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;5. The plush carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is where my ten things I love ends at number 5 and even the number five was a stretch. I have convinced Baby that moving is necessary for my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I want to move you may ask, well just look at the top five reasons and lets brake that down.&lt;br /&gt;1. The fact that the two fireplaces don't work and my landlady said that we need to pay for them to work out of our own pocket. What the f#@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The size of the master bedroom is nice but then the shape is not condusive to furniture, but I wasn't upset about that until I decided to get a King Size bed and the delivery man said they have to return it because it can't fit in my room with the odd angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The office space is always cold because there is not heat in the front of the house. My space heater uses up electricity jacking up my electric bill. My landlady isn't even responding or addressing this situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The kitchen is my main beef besides the bathroom. I hate the kitchen. The size is great but I hate the flooring which has yet to be changed and the backsplash which the former tenants decided to put wallpaper on. Instead of removing the wallpaper the scraped some parts of it off and left ithe rest just dangling. It looks like a botched home improvement project. To worsen it, I offered to fix the problem but it will cost more money. There is always a draft in the kitchen hence paying over 300 dollars in heating bills for the last three months. That is 300 dollars I could have used to buy shit for the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The bathroom is another heating bill increaser. It is always cold. And I hate the whole shower door thing. I am used to curtains and nice bathroom oasis. Yes I admit I have lived in luxury for a far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The carpeting is annoying. It is blue but we all know that blue doesn't look so good when people have walked all over it. And even though it is plush...Well let's just say that I spent the better part of my weekend washing the damn carpet with a carpet cleaner. I have finals. I Can't be doing this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oh! and did I mention that you can hear everything that goes on upstairs! from waking up to "sex -a- pades" to the f-ing neighbors dog barking at whatever comes his way. Don't worry I still love animals but I don't need to stay awake all night hearing them when I am supposed to get up at 6:00am. And what about the said animal...my neighbor still feels it necessary to leave his dog poop right underneath my window and on the front stoop near my first floor door. So that when the rain is pouring as it has been for the last few days, I get to trudge mud and fucking  dog shit into my car and my home. Which doesn't help the situation of cleaning the carpet ! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did I mention that the stove in the kitchen is a piece of shit! which she promised to replace and when I called to talk to her about it she said "that isn't my problem" What the f--- do you mean tht that isn't your problem. You are the landlady for god's sake&lt;br /&gt;So after presenting my case and the fact that every day when I wake up I am pissed off at the living conditions and our landlady's continuous promise to fix shit and never doing it. Baby has given in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel that for the amount that I am paying I am getting the service I deserve. And for that I am truly upset. I feel that I should be treated better and be given better service. And I am ashamed to invite people to my home because it doesn't measure up to the standard that I feel it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving in June. Short and simple. I found this apartment complex in Danbury that is newly built. Go figure. So I made an appointment. It isn't Avalon but it works. I made an appointment and I am going to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is crazy considering the fact that we just moved in November and the fact I have school, a wedding, law school etc to contend with. But seriously, I refuse to start my life with Baby in this hovel. Baby agrees that if we are paying the amount that we are, we should get better service. I second the feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more important things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Sanjaya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-2459257714984273607?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2459257714984273607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=2459257714984273607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/2459257714984273607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/2459257714984273607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-again.html' title='Moving Again!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-2831491134549928297</id><published>2007-04-18T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:11:28.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Lie</title><content type='html'>Okay I got this from T's world and I just have to say this is a lie. Far from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly introverted and introspective. You live inside your head.&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot of alone time meditating and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;People see you as withdrawn, and at times they are right.&lt;br /&gt;You are caring and deep, but it may be difficult for you to show this side of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your original approach to thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You tend to shy away from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Pale blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Wavy line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: July&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/20777780-2831491134549928297?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2831491134549928297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=2831491134549928297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/2831491134549928297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/2831491134549928297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-lie.html' title='It&apos;s a Lie'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-5728572603486677058</id><published>2007-04-18T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:11:44.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crisis Continues, as People remain ignorant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a continuation of my rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for being so annoyed by the portrayal of the tragedy at Virginia Tech by the Media. First of all the kid was sick but does that mean that every time you come on my screen you have to tell me he was Asian. I mean the same treatment black people get when they commit a crime is simple "A Black male..." "an Asian decent, South Korean ...". How racial divided we are as a culture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the stupidity of the people in my school&lt;br /&gt;So after the news broke of the shooting I was in the computer lab yesterday morning. And we are all reading this horrific detail of the number dead etc. As people are talking about how sad it was etc. this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; guy" who just happens to be a quiet person walks into the computer lab and you could have heard a pin drop. I mean people started averting eyes and all conversation ended. Of course I being the one person who didn't get the reasoning was like "Hey W----, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was beat red and mumbled a greeting and walked out of the computer lab and everyone just sat there, ignorant and quiet and staring after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolishness. it's not like my friend here was the shooter. Unfortunately that is what people see when they see the news. There was a very disturbed person in Virginia Tech, management didn't take the necessary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persuasions&lt;/span&gt; to safe guard the student population, many people lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives and dumb idiots at my school can only think of the quiet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; kid who doesn't bother anyone and is an A student in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound stupid but please! This is exactly what happened after 9/11. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;racially&lt;/span&gt; profile and put people in corners. I did it in High School with the guy and his Trench coat (Jason T.) and we are doing it again. It is taught to us to put people in groups and profile them. Remember when you were a kid and all you cared about was that you had a friend! You didn't see color until you parents, uncles, aunts etc started harping on the fact that this person was white or this person was black. For many of us it was tribalism. I mean you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;igbo&lt;/span&gt; friend or look at that person they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ijebu&lt;/span&gt; and stingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Abeg&lt;/span&gt; oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-5728572603486677058?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5728572603486677058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=5728572603486677058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/5728572603486677058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/5728572603486677058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/crisis-continues-as-people-remain.html' title='The Crisis Continues, as People remain ignorant'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-6451687456960096467</id><published>2007-04-17T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:13:26.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filtered</title><content type='html'>I heard this song "broken" yesterday and I got teary. Wow! I have some serious emotional issues going on. I mean I had heard the song before but I didn't know the words until yesterday. And the funny thing is I don't know who sings it so help me out people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune is stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is stuck in my head is Family Guy. The episode where Peter Griffin is high and for some reason he starts touching Stewie's head and says "how you doing that?" Baby has been repeating that line for like a week now and now it is stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get seriously filtered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, what is this country coming too? I remember when I was in High School and the whole Columbine incident happened, I remember walking around and any student with a trenchcoat was suspect. I mean the trenchcoat and long hair deal became your MO to be a killer. And now? Now we are staring at every Asian kid in our school wondering when they are going to pull out a weapon. For those of you who don't get my flow, at Virginia tech some crazy kid let loose and shot up the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering that many of those kids when they woke up that morning didn't think they would end up dead or with a bullet. It was just another regular day. I take so much in my life for granted. who's to say that some crazy idiot isn't going to shoot up my suburbian school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we need to filter out a lot in our society and in our minds.  Just pray for those who are not with us anymore and for those who committed the crime, well pray for thier asses too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-6451687456960096467?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6451687456960096467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=6451687456960096467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6451687456960096467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6451687456960096467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/filtered.html' title='Filtered'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-6533099068911469362</id><published>2007-04-12T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:28:32.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oversexed&lt;br /&gt;Overused&lt;br /&gt;Abused&lt;br /&gt;Over-indulged&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Value-less&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Mirsey-less&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;Selfabsorbed&lt;br /&gt;Concieted&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;Controlling&lt;br /&gt;Distorted&lt;br /&gt;Contorted&lt;br /&gt;Vision-less&lt;br /&gt;Flirtateous&lt;br /&gt;Promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;Worthless&lt;br /&gt;Worthy-less&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;Uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing&lt;br /&gt;Un-caring&lt;br /&gt;Un-feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I failed my test. For the first time in my life as a student I am so close to actually getting a D as a final grade. I went to my teachers office and cried my eyes out! She said she will see if we can do some extra credit work to move me to a B+ or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that i got an Interview! I am so happy I got three interviews with three companies so I am excited. I am about to do an overhaul of my blog which will probably annoy some of my readers, but I am about to re-invent my blog all over again. Because college days are about to disapper come May, we have to blog something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I said I would stop blogging but people I am addicted to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-6533099068911469362?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6533099068911469362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=6533099068911469362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6533099068911469362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6533099068911469362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-7037310337159839966</id><published>2007-04-11T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:57:20.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't blog about it</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can't blog about what happened because walls have ears so call me. But you have to call before 7:00pm. Seriously people you want to hear what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. I am thinking of retiring my blog. I am seriously contemplating it. I really love my template and the people that read my blog but I have begun to think about making Wedding Wars my permanent blog. If you want to be able to view my permenent blog email me at tigereyes_81@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-7037310337159839966?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7037310337159839966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=7037310337159839966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/7037310337159839966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/7037310337159839966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-blog-about-it.html' title='I can&apos;t blog about it'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-4640758219246134302</id><published>2007-04-08T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:49:50.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It has happened</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just have to blog about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has happened oh! The drama with the sister has come out to everyone! I will keep you posted as the pot thickens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-4640758219246134302?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4640758219246134302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=4640758219246134302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4640758219246134302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4640758219246134302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-has-happened.html' title='It has happened'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-8925984774983309429</id><published>2007-04-06T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:41:53.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it flow</title><content type='html'>The year just started and I feel like it should already be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I would pop in my mind, you called me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out last night with school and the whole wedding thing, but then Alyson Monet decided to grace me with her voice over my Jazz Station and she sang Toni Braxton's song "Let it Flow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song reminded me why I make decisions. The song reminded me why I am the person that I am. The song reminded me why people are not worth the tears and the drama. The song reminded me why I am still here. In the words of Antwone Fisher "I'm still standing, I'm still strong!" So take that H.R. Management paper that I have to type and Wedding from hell! I am still strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it was great to hear your voice. Nice to know that you still care. Still love you! I know you are smart and will make the right choices that is why I have stepped back. I don't care becuase you are smart and we make our destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe baby girl! Life is just beginning. Wishing you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01-OR4HR8Cg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01-OR4HR8Cg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am going to be off line for a while. I have a lot of school work that I am doing right now and it has me buried in research papers. So don't worry I will be back up and running in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you cats later. Updates will be made to my wedding blog so for the wedding blog readers. I will hit you up about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-8925984774983309429?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8925984774983309429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=8925984774983309429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/8925984774983309429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/8925984774983309429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-time.html' title='Let it flow'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-4392787739841213478</id><published>2007-04-05T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:20:54.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Searching</title><content type='html'>Wow! The reality that I am about to enter the Corporate world is seriously plaguing me. I mean yesterday I was all dressed up in charcoal shirt and grey slacks and coat ready for job interviews at the Career Fair. The words used to describe me were mostly "motivated" and "people person". The words used to describe my resume were "wow! if you could teach kids you can handle any disgruntled employee". Many of the people at the Career Fair were interested in Sales positions. I wanted something bigger so I started asking intelligent questions like "any positions open in business management or human resource?" "how about your legal department" "does your company have any other locations?" etc. And the response was interesting. This one lady said that they had a HR position for people with 4 years experience but with my academic training and my skills they may be able to overlook that need and hire me. She wrote all over my resume and said she would contact me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start working again. Of course I know I am going to be bitching about work sooner or later but for now, let me lap in the luxury of needing a job and feeling it come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fruition&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these last few days have been stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a creeping pain working itself in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lower&lt;/span&gt; back of my calves and now it has worked it's way all the way up my back and into my neck. My doctor calls it stress. Well I don't blame him for that diagnosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 now (no longer 3 thanks to Math class) Senior projects due. No less than 15 pages each. And all falling in the next five weeks. But these projects are researching organizations, case study analysis, data analysis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; presentations (no shorter than 20min) etc.  Not to mention my Senior Thesis for H.R. This huge paper that is due, so far I have 40 pages and still counting. So the time I thought I would spend with Baby disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up, dropped him off at home and headed to the library. And that has been my schedule for the last few days. No time to blog except now. Which by the way is the time I should be in class but I decided to take it an sleep in because tomorrow I am heading to the Library again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school sucks! but I am grateful it is finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-4392787739841213478?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4392787739841213478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=4392787739841213478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4392787739841213478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4392787739841213478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/job-searching.html' title='Job Searching'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-2171862656396550165</id><published>2007-04-03T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:49:22.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVGZqHkedG8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVGZqHkedG8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/20777780-2171862656396550165?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2171862656396550165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=2171862656396550165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/2171862656396550165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/2171862656396550165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-5719152421576732383</id><published>2007-04-01T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:45:28.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back</title><content type='html'>Well technically he gets back tonight at 6:00 so I am going to be very "excited"! Don't call me for another three days people. And don't expect to hear from me either, I will be "attending" to my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I missed him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-5719152421576732383?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5719152421576732383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=5719152421576732383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/5719152421576732383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/5719152421576732383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-6630962610370873043</id><published>2007-03-30T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:26:40.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating Blogs</title><content type='html'>I just happened to be cruising the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt; for blogs I haven't read in a while and guess who just updated her blog. "Passion" First of all let me say that it isn't right that  she doesn't update her blog frequently . I love reading all those stories. And really don't care if they are true or not but just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gisting&lt;/span&gt; on that blog is cool. You gotta up date your blog for often girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anothre&lt;/span&gt; thing I realized is that my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kafo&lt;/span&gt; is a writing genius. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;on t&lt;/span&gt;he world is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; so I am dedicating this to her. She needs to update her "Dilemma2K8 though because she kind of stopped on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hillary&lt;/span&gt; and well we need more stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl T is updating her blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; and the latest one is like really crazy with neon green. I like it but after a while I had to look away because I felt like I was about to be put in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can tell nothing really big is going on in my life right now. Baby comes home in two days which is great! I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little "interesting" things happened this week that makes me wonder if the Devil is out to get me. First of all my lawyer messed up some forms that are VERY important, I had a project due in one class that well lets just say mysteriously "disappeared" off my computer. and I couldn't retrieve it so I spent the better part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night rewriting the whole 12 page paper again. Then I had to contend with neighbors who don't know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; dog isn't supposed to pee and poop right in front of my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am learning not to stress out about things. I just take it all in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stride&lt;/span&gt; and then politely ask that they remove the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;defecation&lt;/span&gt;" once it happens as opposed to me finding it. And guess what? They didn't! got my Nine West shoes caught in a puddle of poop as I was running to the car this morning to avoid the rain. Of course I didn't realize I had stepped in the atrocity until half way through the drive I realized the stench was in my car not outside of it. Sure enough I found the atrocious mess when I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a letter today from the school saying that I am 3 credits shy of graduating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; the person who evaluated my transcript for graduation didn't include a class and so I have to take it in the summer but they will allow me to march! I find that to be funny considering that when I went to the Registrar's office in January they told me I was all set. I headed to school to go battle this demon quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oops my bad" was what they should have been saying, at least they apologised profusely and since I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;transfered&lt;/span&gt; over the limit of transfer credits they applied one of my transfer classes to compensate for that class so that bridge was crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started about the wedding crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to see that the headaches and nightmares are not just that but they are all a part of the enormous stress I allow myself to experience over petty situations. I am beginning to see that I need more than just a vacation, I need help dealing with my drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LadyA&lt;/span&gt; I know you have been saying it and so have all the rest of my readers but seriously I needed to sort it out myself. Can anyone recommend a therapist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-6630962610370873043?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6630962610370873043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=6630962610370873043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6630962610370873043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6630962610370873043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/updating-blogs.html' title='Updating Blogs'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-8592682205852833732</id><published>2007-03-27T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:44:05.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Used to the Silence</title><content type='html'>I think after the initial days of not having anyone around, I am back to my bmore mode. Brings back memories of getting up early going to work at BJA and then heading home. I mean I am really loving it now. I hope I don't get too used to it. I had lunch with the ladies yesterday and then went to my night class. Hung out last night for happy hour and then came home and slept. Woke up late (almost missed class) with the headache that only comes from drinking three ameretto sours and headed to class with a Starbucks Latte Capucino w/soy and extra foam. I feel single except every time I glance down at my left hand i realize why the guys smile then stop. The big ass rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am all dolled up because I have to take pictures for the Sr. Portrait. I am graduating people. The reality sends butterflies into my stomach. After not being in school for over three years I am finally getting one step closer to my dream. Wow, just the thought makes me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk to Baby yesterday. I realize that now as I am typing. Oh Well!  Gott dash to my next class. Take care people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-8592682205852833732?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8592682205852833732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=8592682205852833732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/8592682205852833732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/8592682205852833732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-used-to-silence.html' title='Getting Used to the Silence'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-96343593072397693</id><published>2007-03-26T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:52:37.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby is MIA</title><content type='html'>So baby is gone away for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I get to turn up the heat, turn up the music and run around the apartment. I get to eat whatever I want or not eat at all if I choose not wondering "what's for dinner?" I get to dress down in sweats and t-shirts cause no one is going to notice or care. I can stay up late and wake up late because I have the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo f-ing lonely. Like the whole house feels so empty. I miss him it is unbelieveavle. I am usually the one who goes away for weeks and months and he doesn't mind. He has been gone for like three days and I am already begging him to come home. He doesn't return until Monday morning. Meaning I am going to be by myself for exactly One week and one and half days (he left on Saturday). And he is in Florida. Which isn't like me going to Baltimore, I mean he is miles and miles away. Damn I can't even take a train or drive down in 4 hours to see him. What the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep. I heard everything my neighbors were &lt;strong&gt;doing! &lt;/strong&gt;Disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning grouchy and I actually missed the fact that he wasn't here to say "Good morning and how are we today?" or the insistant rapping on the door cause I am wasting time on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have become dependant on him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What makes it worse is that I have no cell phone so I can't call anyone (including him). But I have the car so I can' drive wherever I want whenever I want. Not that living in this hick town there is anywhere to drive to! In otherwords, the next few days are going to be full of sleep, gym and school work. I will fill my days with work and exhaust myself that way I am not missing him too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somebody CALL ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-96343593072397693?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/96343593072397693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=96343593072397693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/96343593072397693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/96343593072397693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-is-mia.html' title='Baby is MIA'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-4280042123063685758</id><published>2007-03-23T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:41:48.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Room Stage !</title><content type='html'>First of all let me say congratulations to the new Dr. in our midst! CONGRATULATIONS girl! I am so happy and proud of you. So no real partying can happen until I am there oh! I mean you can do a little but you know that without me the party can't really jump off right? Just kidding! Have a lot of fun and lots of drinks on my behalf and lots of the other stuff....you know....too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we  moved to our new apartment we dumped all the boxes in the front room. If you walked into our apartment three months ago you would be hit first by the coldest air imagineable and then by the gazillion boxes and broken down furniture in our apartment. Not any more! Thanks to spring break and a very bored LadyB! I attacked that room for three days straight now the bookcases are up and the computer desk is set up in the front now so we can start working on our guest room and patio next week. I am so proud of myself. I put the curtains up and worked really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby walked into the apartment and didn't even recognize the front room. He was like "I am feeling the color scheme!" So tonight he is going to set up the computers and tomorrow I get to go shopping for household acessories! Which by the way is one of my favorite things to do. I am getting domesticated people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending my mind thinking on whether or not to perm I have decided to hold off until July to get a perm that way my perm will be professionally done and it will be "fresh" for the wedding. Just post me your email in the comments section if you would like to be able to view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am going to go fix up the rest of my home and sip some of my 1991 Chardonnay from my limited collection of aging wine and toast to my friends success. Have a great day people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-4280042123063685758?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4280042123063685758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=4280042123063685758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4280042123063685758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4280042123063685758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/man-room-stage.html' title='The Man Room Stage !'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-800860485731569084</id><published>2007-03-22T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:44:38.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Perm or Not to Perm</title><content type='html'>Okay My girl T permmed her hair a while back and she is looking smashing and my sister Vixen has been rocking a perm for about ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...all her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my problem. I have my hair natural and my hair has gone through some traumatic stunts with me. Listen closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was born I had natural "Dada" or what Yankees here call Dreadlocks. My mother didn't know what to do with my hair because it just locked naturally so I had my hair cut short like a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then my mom stuck a perm in my hair. One of those homemade perms broke all my hair and burnt my scalp ridicoulously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So mommy decided to do a straightening comb thing every week. The problem with that was that I am a tomboy so I was always either sweating or running around near water and well, that didn't last and my locks always seemed to form at the bottom. Painful sessions of combing out the knots every other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally mommy got me a jerry curl. This was in the eighties in America when jerry curls was in. I am talking about "Comming to America: Soul Glo" kind of jerry curl. I thought I was styling. Then she hooked me up with "Wave Neveou". Is this bringing back memories people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. So after about three years with this. I had a big Jerry curl afro. I thought I was cool. We went to Nigeria and I attended Mayflower Junior School. Guess what they did to me my first day of school .Cut my damn hair off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. So I had to grow my hair back and mommy stuck another perm in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. So there I was with a perm and my hair started breaking. I decided to go get  a hair cut and start afresh and this barber after I fell asleep shaved my head bald.  So for about a month and half I had a bald head like a boy. I was eight and had just started growing boobies! Imagine people's surprise when they realized I wasn't a boy because two little things bounced up and down my chest when i ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. By 9 I was sporting my natural hair again but I was getting it cornrowed and threaded so my hair never locked. I mean the moment i took out braids or whatever, I washed and was back at the hairdressers getting my hair done for 10 Naira all over again. It is funny what 10 Naira could buy when I was 9 versus what it can buy now when I am 20 something...Agba ti'n de oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Then the drama hit a peak when I went to ISI. Bet you didn't know I went to ISI. But I did! And mommy decided I could maintain my own hair. Bad idea mom. Because I cut, permed, braided, cut, permmed and cut my hair so many times it was ridicoulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. By the time I got to ASHS in JSS3 my hair was threatening never to grow. It showed some promise and because as dorms go there is always someone who knows how to perm your hair I got a perm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SS1 cam around and I decided to cut my hair and perm the cut hair. So I had spikes. This was the first time I had spikes. Then I grew out my hair and had an Anita Baker cut. Remember when everyone rocked the Anita Baker look? God this brings back many memories. Everyone swore they knew how to do the dance in TLC's "Waterfalls?" and Boys II Men was like the best boy band ever. And Tupac was Alive and fighting with Biggie? We all thought we were gangsters. I remember my SSII class was West Coast and the SSI class was East Coast. Damn! Those were good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. By SSIII I was on a plane coming to America with a Wet and Wavy weave sewn firmly onto my permed head. So as a Senior in B-Springs I began again to experiment with braids. My girls were all braiders from "MeMe" to the "Ghana Girls" they all had this thing wear they could braid my hair in no time (for free). That was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. So my Sophomore year of college I was still rocking a now raggedy perm due to constant braiding. I cut what was left of the perm off and went natural and continued to get my hair braided. Then my girlfriend who I don't speak to anymore because of her stupid ass husband, came into my life and she got me my first perm in over two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Moved away to Bmore and started getting my hair professionally done in a Salon curtesy of Vixen and those were good times. We would get our eyebrows, nails and hair done every other week. We were styling. I have some pictures from those days and wow! Those are some pictures. T you were in quit a few of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Then I cut the perm off and did an S-curl thing and got my hair spiked. By my second year in Bmore I was rocking spikes. We moved to the "hills" and I went back to natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been natural since... But because of the upcoming nuptuals I have been seriously considering perming my hair. I live close to NY and can afford to get a wash and set every other week from a professional but I fear that my natural hair will soon fall out. It had grown up to 5 inches now. I measured it yesterday after I blew it out with a very hot comb and a hot blow dryer to stretch out the curling bottom. Very painful but very rewarding. So I have my hair in "calabar" walking around the house like a village girl. Baby said to not perm but do braids because that's what he loves but I am seriously considering perming my hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My causin has convinced me to wait, but I am tired of seeing beyonce flaunt her cute as weave in "Irreplaceable" music videos. I keep thinking I could pay $80 to the Illegal Immigrants in Harlem and be rocking a weave just as good if my hair weren't natural. And I would look hot in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? It has been 5 years since my hair has been touched by relaxer do you think it is time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-800860485731569084?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/800860485731569084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=800860485731569084&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/800860485731569084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/800860485731569084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-perm-or-not-to-perm.html' title='To Perm or Not to Perm'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-4204498274176395753</id><published>2007-03-21T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:16:17.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Posts/New Blogg I am Reading</title><content type='html'>I have decided to post happy thoughts from now on. It is apparent that some readers find me to be angry and depressed. Funny enough, I don't see myself that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I checked out some people who have been posting on my blog to read thier stuff. First off let me say that if I call you a guy and you are a girl (olawumi) I am going to apologise, but htat doesn't mean that your blog sucks! It means that I need to go refill my prescription (glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ! Your blog Rocks! I mean I was reading it today and it had a link to this other Blog called Naija Wife but who really cares about Naija Wife when you can listen to the "rantings" of RJ. There are also some deep stuff you guys should check out like the post on "What if" he starts off by asking "What if I was born white to pill popping parents..." That is hot too. In other words Fully enjoy reading the blog and will be reading it from now on. It is being added to my list of Naija Bloggers that Rock! visit RJ &lt;a href="http://rjuncensored.blogspot.com/"&gt;@ http://rjuncensored.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; the name of the  blog is UNCENSORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been scouting another reader of mine Lady A because well she has my name except the "A"part my name is LadyB my clothing line (which I have been sketching for the last 4 years is called LadyB (with a lady bug hanging off the B)). Anway, I was trying to figure out if she was a law student or not. Funny how you can find so many similarities with yourself and with others.  Her blog is titled "Shine Through (this is my life" and it is pretty interesting. She has two other blogs but this is the one that I read more. Her latest post "binging" is about overeating. I enjoyed reading it because it kind of relates to my struggle only I have a problem with never eating...That is a post for a different day. Anyway check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ladyaspeaks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go plan my wedding...Later people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-4204498274176395753?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4204498274176395753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=4204498274176395753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4204498274176395753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4204498274176395753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-postsnew-blogg-i-am-reading.html' title='Happy Posts/New Blogg I am Reading'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-7091893048512807037</id><published>2007-03-16T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:19:56.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On..</title><content type='html'>Relationships are hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said what do you do when the person you care so much about doesn't even realize that thier actions are disrespectful or in plain view outrightly disconnected from your idea of how you want and should be treated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet what do you say to someone who you have seen so much love and potential and that person is being used and bruised and scraped on the floor just because they care so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "baby boy" yesterday. Don't ask me why but it was on TV and mid-terms were over so to celebrate i vegetated until 3 am. Anyway I was watching Baby Boy with Tyrese yesterday and the mother in the movie goes "You are going to be used, everyone uses everyone at some point. And a man can make you feel so high that you feel so much joy you could die from ecstacy and a man can also make you feel low, so low that you want to die. And he can keep you there if you let him. .." I think this applies to everyone. At times we as women can make a person feel this way too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why did I bring my story? Well my girl is going through some serious emotional stuff right now with her man and to her I say: Hold your head up girl! When enough is enough...You will know but don't let others tell you to quit. you have to know when to quit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough: it is so much easier to give advice to friends but to family...it is so easy to be that person that tells them to quit! Do some situations warrant  a slap of reality and some situations require a step back and a supportive role? HELL YEAH...especially when the slap of reality to a person who is stubborn enough to believe that a person hitting you means love and you deserved it! Don't get me started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been four months...I can't seem to move on...I can't seem to get a grip and move on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-7091893048512807037?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7091893048512807037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=7091893048512807037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/7091893048512807037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/7091893048512807037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving On..'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-4389599669075873340</id><published>2007-03-13T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:19:33.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception...</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with someone yesterday and I have been bothered by some things that the person said. For starters this person has known me for a while so it wasn't like they just sat there and made 'ish up but I just have been bothered by it because I think that in general this is the perception that people might have and if so, then I am I wrong to be defensive about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a very self-absorbed person. I don't think about anyone elses feelings when I have some agenda. All I want is to reach that agenda no matter what the cost even if it damages relationships even if it makes people hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not understanding of other people's opinions and can be abrasive and a bully to a large extent when I don't get my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a distorted view of authority based on my past and view authority as a force I must compete against as opposed to respect. I prejudge that those senior to me will always misuse power and brace myself for that, any indication of such even slightly causes me to go on the war path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am not a free spirit but very rigid in my views on life, love and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I prejudge people based on my gut instinct and I am not forgiving of past faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am not impartial to people but treat some people better than others giving them more chances and allowing them graces while others just get one chance and they are out or done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends are loyal to me but I treat them like shit bullying them and putting them down sometimes even yelling and cutting them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am too emotional and allow everything to be a personal afront on me. This goes back to me being very self absorbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have some serious issues in my past that are allowing me to treat people in my present the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was more but this is all that I focused on. In otherwords I am a bitch to my friends and very selfish, diva in my attitude and put people down. I am controlling and manipulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the person was done, I just couldn't believe that anyone who knows me would think this of me. So today is not a good day. Today is a day where I am seriously hurt and thinking...What the FUCK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-4389599669075873340?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4389599669075873340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=4389599669075873340&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4389599669075873340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/4389599669075873340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/perception.html' title='Perception...'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-5108479751652367825</id><published>2007-03-12T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:50:49.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The plot thickens</title><content type='html'>I bumped into this guy from my club today. Apperently everyone is talking about my "actions". The story goes now that I got up in the guys face and yelled at him and that he was so upset he had to leave or he would have cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bumped into another group of guys in the hall and they were like "yoh! B====== why did you make the guy cry yoh! I would hate to cross your path!" What the hell? i didn't make him cry, I didn't get in his face and scream! Rumors Rumor Rumors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the stalking friend of mine and I spoke and told me that my girl in Canada was the one who called her husband and told her husband that my family and I sat around and bad mouthed her and talked about her.And that my mother was laughing at her and her predicament. And i was laughing with her etc. Oh! and that I was not a true friend because I was her friend for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three reasons why this isn't true&lt;br /&gt;1. During the time that she was going through her drama, me and my canadian friend were not speaking. In fact we hadn't spoken in months&lt;br /&gt;2. When my parents came to America my canadian friend I were still not speaking. &lt;br /&gt;3. Why would my canadian friend be talking to your husband knowing fully well that you and her don't get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat back and asked myself why would he lie to her?&lt;br /&gt;Well it was was like a light bulb in my head. Because she knows that me and the girl in Canada could be close so she is the most likely person I would call that the wifey wouldn't call. Then it all came into my mind. And for a split second I almost lost my control especially when she said that i was her friend for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled in my head because my Canadian friend had warned me before that she had said that about me and my family. And to be honest I really didn't want to believe that she could say that. I mean I became her friend long before money was even given. And whatever money was given wasn't given because I asked it was given because it was given as a gift. I never asked for it! I was a friend because I was a freind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are well-to-do, I don't beg or ask for money I make my own. I work hard and make my own! So all I told her was that we were friends long before and after money was given. And in addition, the things I did for you and the way I supported you even when people disrespected you went beyond money. I have taken my experience with you as a lesson on how far not to go with people and learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the conversation could have continued but I am exhuasted just thinking about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she bumped into my mother in Nigeria and my mom said she was really excited about my wedding and that she is coming it the States with some stuff and information for me. Mmmmmmm! Once again my mother is doing the Christian thing and once again I am being a bitch. I don't want to get sucked into the vacumm of caring and loving a person only to get hurt. I am done with that. So in memory of all the drama that being a true friend has cost me. I dedicate this to all the girls I have been friends with and I just want you to know that I am not ready "To MAKE NICE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwc5YSAc-7g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwc5YSAc-7g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/20777780-5108479751652367825?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5108479751652367825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=5108479751652367825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/5108479751652367825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/5108479751652367825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/plot-thickens.html' title='The plot thickens'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777780.post-6796630795556711688</id><published>2007-03-08T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:55:39.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am again...</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I have been swamped with work and school I have managed to read some blogs in the last few days. And then to my surprise I stop by my own blog to see if anyone is "vibing" and who do I find back from the grave of no bloggin? CHRISTIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may remember her from her previous blog "Why I hate my husband" Well after she reached her reason #100 she disappeared and I always wondered if she would ever come back? Well she did and boy am I glad, blogosphere was missing her real quick wit and charm. Welcome back girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news what is going on with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby was sick and then I got the chills right after my great weekend with the girls which by the way I can't even begin to go into. I still need to upload the pictures but with being sick and all the tests in school I had this week, I don't know if I am up to the challenge. Anyway,  I feel a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got into a verbal battle at the Management club meeting. Let me preface by saying that I am not an angry person,  I don't recommend that people act foolish around me because I will put you in your place but I am not an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this semester there is this guy in our club that I will call Idiot. Now Idiot has been a member since last year when he defected from his Finance club to join our club because he felt that the Finance club president was "A bitch" . Those were his exact words.  Anyway, he ran for Vice-President and lost by all the votes. The only person who voted for him was himself. The Vice-President who I will call Shy-girl is very laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the two meetings ago Idiot came in with his palm pilot and started rambling on and on about how he has contacts all over NY stock exchange and Bloomberg and how he can get us an tour to go visit these places. He rattles off a whole bunch of other names and numbers of contacts and interupts the president like twenty times. He cut me off a bunch of times to which I was really pissed but didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I told the President that as the Provost and Secretary of the club that I really do not appreciate this "defector" and how he belittles others. The President said we should just let it go. So  the next meeting he kept saying stuff like " I have to go so what else is there that we need to talk about" and so on. Just rushing us through our meeting and making things very disorderly. I got realy mad but didn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the latest events for which I am happy but irritated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a meeting and I am irritable because I am coming off of the flu. The President couldn't make it but I could and so could the VP and Treasurer. I was late because I had to come from the other campus to the Business campus in order to make the meeting. So the meeting had already started.  We were discussing the presentation for the Dean of the School fo Business that we were going to have on April 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advisor:  Why haven't we gotten the plaque&lt;br /&gt;Shy-girl: Well the President was in charge but I will take over..&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT: you have too much to do, so who wants to get the plaque raise your hand if you want to get the plaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm...the president is in charge if the president&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: The president didn't get it and so someone should volunteer. Obviously he doesn't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's not becuase of time its because of&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Well he didn't get it so who wants to get the plaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (getting irritated because idiot keeps inturrupting me again): The vice-president was speaking and she said she would&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Look she has too much to do so someone should just nominate themselves to get the plaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: DUDE! STOP INTURRUPTING ME!&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT: Ohhhhh! Someone is getting angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let people land! The VP said she would assist the President in getting it done&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT: Well let her say it she didn't say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: She would if you would stop Interrupting everyone. (then i turn to the advisor) Please continue sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about ten minutes the guy gets up and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that may not have seemed to warrant me shouting at him but you have to understand, I have the PMS thing going and I am just getting off my flu meds and I was irritable, plus the guy is an asshole. After he left I nominated that we elect a meeting monitor to ensure that the meeting is in order, that people follow the protocol and allow others to speak and that things run smoothly. It was carried by all. Of course he wasn't there to vote but I sure would have put the motion on the floor if he had been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all you little shit! you are a sophomore and you are nothing to me. I don't care if your father is a director at Bloomberg and you decide tomorrow that you want to be his asskisser. I don't care what the fuck you do at school and how the hell you do it. I don't care that you have an office and work for the school with your stupid poofy hair! I don't give a shit. So while you continue to live in lala land I will move on you stupid peice of crap! and let me further tell you that if you so much as inturrupt me again, I am slapping the shit out of you with my tongue. CAPRENDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode osi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my life as a Sr. What's going on with you guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777780-6796630795556711688?l=requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6796630795556711688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777780&amp;postID=6796630795556711688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6796630795556711688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777780/posts/default/6796630795556711688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requiemofcollegedays.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am again...'/><author><name>Poetic Justice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11743834429642943410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12864115447863816309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>