tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083776587974198712024-03-13T12:43:27.448-07:00Cocoon.......Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-6362048284137462152016-12-16T23:33:00.002-08:002016-12-16T23:33:13.464-08:00This is 30 "Travel is truly the only thing you can buy that makes you richer."-Diane Von Furstenberg<br />
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Turning 30 was and is still, something I am processing. With it's many positives, come several lows that threatened to break my spirit. And then, with the craziest, most unpredictable year of my life, I went to Africa to open this new chapter. My dear friend Efrem and I were even remotely prepared for what was in store. The continent was, in a word, incredible.<br />
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Pretoria and Johannesburg was like any major city. Cars whipping by every single second, traffic galore, crowds of people waiting for buses. Pretoria had another layer to it. It is the hub of all central intelligence complete with government officials. The malls are being renovated, the business is overflowing, and the atmosphere is rambunctious. It reminded me of so many major cities I have been to, except, this one was complete with its own nearby, ocean breeze and palm trees.<br />
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After several days of "discovering Joburg," we headed down to CapeTown. It was there, that we discovered and embraced the true beauty of Africa in its natural and raw form. Everywhere we looked, nothing but Shea butter smooth, bronze toned sk<br />
in fluttering all around. It was a sight to see. Along with all the melanin comas, we witnessed various other shades including; vanilla, golden yellow, and the indigo blue of the Indian Ocean. CapeTown captured our hearts.<br />
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We were constantly mesmerized by the beauty of Table Mountain. Neither one of us ever witnessed clouds peacefully floating over mountain tops so effortlessly. It was a shock and an amazement we are still scrabbling to describe. For 1 and a half weeks, we forged friendships with people from all over the world. Some local, some foreign, most very friendly. If was not the lovely staff at The Hamilton in CapeTown, it was the beautiful server at our hotel in Johannesburg. Every person, more personable than the last. Every experience even more exuberant than before.<br />
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existed. I was never more enthusiastic about growing and developing as I am now. I am developing, I am in development, and much like Africa, I am evolving in the direction I am meant to go. As if I could love my melanin any more....Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-23050141772946237222016-11-11T02:03:00.003-08:002016-11-11T02:04:27.487-08:0030 for 30 <span style="color: #bf9000;">I guess 2016 was the sequel to 2015 because it has been quite the valley. Steeped in despair, frustration, growing pains, and serious mental anguish, I have survived <i>so far.</i> As I sit here, preparing to leave this crazy country for one that feels like a strange homecoming, I am reminded of 30 things that made me cringe, cry, create, and congratulate myself this year. I have affirmed from these moments that....</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I do not have an autoimmune disease when I was almost diagnosed with Lupus (thank God!)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I do not have diabetes, but I am still not out of the woods.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I no longer languish the lost love of my ex. I believe I officially left him mentally in 2014. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I no longer work in "corporate" America and I am not sad about it at all. It was trying to kill me. I fired my job and decided to take a leap of faith. Just know this, I will be traveling <i style="font-weight: bold;">much more </i>in 2017.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I am no longer moving to Washington D.C. in spring. I am going to take my time and develop myself into the woman I wish to be in order to truly prosper there.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I am done with shifty and so called "friends." I deserve real, meaningful bonds.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I have taken up the art of organization. This will be my next business.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will pursue my masters before it drives me nuts entirely!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I have grown weary of old habits. I am moving on from those. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I have not found love. I am praying about that so it finally finds me.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I voted for the first time in 2008, I am so thankful it was for my only president, Barack Obama. It is a shining moment for my 30 years. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will no longer cry over spilled milk. I will try and be careful not to spill more.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I have mastered the art of "everything happens for a reason" because it truly does. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will walk and trust God. So far, I am failing at that. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I struggled with self love. I will do better from 30 on. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">Carmen is going to be paid off and then it is time for a business of my own. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will never feel destitute again. I have so much and I am blessed. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will count every single blessing and failure as a wonderful learning experience. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will make time to love others and myself appropriately. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will stop looking backwards (I no longer live there). </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will be unapologetic and share everything that I feel. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I do not have everything I want, but I will pray until I am closer to my final destination.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I am going to travel and see every inch of the world; it will only make me stronger. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">Someone told me I am ungrateful; I needed that. I will work on this immediately. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I have health concerns that are growing. I have to treat my life as it I only get one (clearly, I think I am a cat) </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will seek joy, not happiness because joy is everlasting. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will buy the things I want; I have regretted too much even the little things.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I am putting my creative juices together and working on a master plan. No more desperate behavior. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will own all mistakes and create an action plan to do better. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #bf9000;">I will love myself, not like. </span></li>
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<span style="color: #bf9000;">These last two years have been more than trying. It was like an instant replay of 2008 and 2009. Or worse, 1997 and 1998. I have been reminded many times on my descent to 30, that it is truly a roller coaster. As I take this pilgrimage to Africa, I bring with me my mistakes, disappointments, sorrow, disgust, love, anguish, pleasure, success, failure, and an open heart.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #bf9000;">I believe this election was the last straw to make me see more than ever that now is the time to attack my goals. The premise of being unqualified will no longer hold me back. I will either learn the necessary tools or "fake it til I make it," but one thing is certain; I will get exactly where I want to be because now more than ever, I need it. Here's to 30, 2017, and a fresh start (despite being Trumped), I am forging ahead. Goodbye 29!</span></div>
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Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-83062185666328530152016-02-29T22:09:00.002-08:002016-02-29T22:17:38.842-08:009 Reasons I Love Leap Years <span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span>
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<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f;">We get an extra day to enjoy Black History Month </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f;">Listening to the stories and things people partook in on Leap Day </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Learning the history and origins of Leap Year </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Seeing all the new babies born on Leap Day </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Being 29 the year that February has 29 days </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Watching the movie Leap Year and laughing hysterically </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #6aa84f;">Turning 30 the year of a Leap Year which hopefully means good fortune....</span></span></li>
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Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-61543355902636499952016-01-31T17:08:00.002-08:002016-01-31T17:09:10.920-08:00We Need a Dialogue....and a Resolution <br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Over the past few months, The United States of America has been in a constant state of regression. Everything from the national joke and spectacle that is "Donald Trump" running for president to the disgusting race and culture related issues that seem to be growing in popularity each day is helping propel the regression. It never truly dawned on me how bad things were until things</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">On January 25th, a group of Caucasian seniors from my high school alma mater, Desert Vista, decided it would be a good idea to veer off from the annual, "Senior Photo Day" and compose their lettered shirts to resemble the word "Nigger" with two ** replacing the G's. I have never been more appalled and embarr</span><br />
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">assed for my school. The things I have seen from the youth of today makes me worry. They are so incredibly desensitized by words, race, religion, and politics that it allows them to present themselves in the most damaging light.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">These "girls" who are actually all 18, not only decided to compose this absolutely wrenched and horrible word, additionally, they decided to post the picture on SnapChat to commemorate the experience. Ever since this photo surfaced, there has been national outrage and most of it came from the community in Ahwatukee or as many would say "All White Tukee."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Many have voiced their opinions on social media and if words were daggers, many people would be dead. Sadly, several parents and commenters on Facebook voiced an overwhelming and highly "entitled" opinion regarding the situation. I heard comments like "Well, the black kids say it too, so they should get suspended" and "They are kids, what do they know. They made a stupid choice. Time to move." As I read most of the shockingly raw, commentary of relative strangers, I couldn't help but wonder of a group of black or hispanic youth had posted a picture with a racial slur on their shirts, would they be granted the same compassion and understanding for their ignorance and youth?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">If history has shown me anything, "those" kids would not be granted the same freedom, respect, and allowance to start over. They would be marked with a scarlet letter of shame which would haunt them wherever they go systematically deeming them unworthy of a second chance at life. I think wh</span><br />
<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">at bothers me the most about what these ignorant little girls did is that there is no apparent or genuine reason as to why they decided to do this at all. It seemed like it was just some light hearted, humorous thing they did for social media likes. The fact they never they shuddered to think about how much this word could hurt others is what troubles me most.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Historically, the word nigger has been associated specifically with black people deeming us everything from lazy, to thieves or worse. It is a word that immediately strikes a chord with anyone who has a conscience. It is also a reactionary word that caused various thousands of African Americans to come together and rally for these "girls" to be expelled from high school their senior year. The school district, shockingly, only gave the girls a 5 day suspension.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">This is a particularly light punishment in my eyes because I have seen kids get into brawls and get 10 day suspensions or worse. I guess they felt that since a word which drudges up every piece of racial degradation felt by any black person in the history of mankind was not deemed serious enough for extreme consequences. Let this be a serious lesson to the youth of America. Sometimes, you have to pay the price for what you do as a young person. And while I have some 10% compassion for these ignorant girls, I ultimately feel sorry for them because the only thing they will likely take from this situation is to keep their racial ignorant and prejudice private next time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Hollywood is nearly as overt and blatant with their racial prejudice as the "Desert Vista 6" by deciding to, once again, nominate all white performers for the top honors for the upcoming Oscars. Am I surprised? Absolutely not. This is the kind of thing I actually expect them to do because the Academy is still filled with a majority, white male membership and as my grandmother once told me, "Things in this country will not improve until the "Baby Boomers" and beyond die out. The youth of America has got to be much better." Never have I known how right she was until now.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2wGBKOjOQAtjDcAuAlS_0iycMriPEpBroMv_vqz1OCRmUIf6Ot5fqirudcN1OyZmH4cUb1sFYDexpWplLdwCKvSv9diO3TSMze4rydLb8pBZv7ybnlOg2cii_WmzpxdqbywM3KR4wAY/s1600/160123075719-oscars-statues-exlarge-169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2wGBKOjOQAtjDcAuAlS_0iycMriPEpBroMv_vqz1OCRmUIf6Ot5fqirudcN1OyZmH4cUb1sFYDexpWplLdwCKvSv9diO3TSMze4rydLb8pBZv7ybnlOg2cii_WmzpxdqbywM3KR4wAY/s320/160123075719-oscars-statues-exlarge-169.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">With Jada Pinkett-Smith rallying for change in the Academy's typical behavior towards performers of color, Janet Hubbert in opposition of the Smiths message, ignorant suburban youth displaying their vitriol entitlement, Donald Trump continuing to pump his own special blend of hate and separation throughout the world, and keep my feeling bottled up, I am about to explode. Let me be the first person to genuinely say, I am far from racist or prejudice, but I am also not dumb. I know how I may be viewed by some and instead of rolling in and slinging mud, I have decided to take the high road in most situations, but I want to present a theory, of having an open, honest, and raw conversation about race.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I feel the dialogue is needed now more than ever. There is no way we are going to be able to continue in this country ignoring the racial and cultural injustices faced mostly by minorities nor can we afford to have more "incidents" where the youth of America "play dumb" while offending. Enough is enough. There are simply too many statistics that show race plays a dominate factor in many of the things that affect us as adults (mortgage rates, loans, job offers) and it is time to level the playing field. A Z-list, Republican puppet, who is of very little importance, once said "Blacks need inclusion. We need to stop excluding ourselves if we want others to treat us the same. We need to do away with BET and Black History month and assimilate."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">While her face now repulses me, I believe she is right in one way and one way only, we do need to blend meaning, Hollywood needs more African-American, Native American, East Indian, Persian, Latino, and culturally diversity in their productions and programs on a regular basis not just when they want to make a slavery, exotic, or foreign language piece of art. Every culture and race should be represented both equally and fairly in society. Every culture should be able to watch a program and feel a sense of pride knowing their are considered a part of the social fabric of American life. Gone should be the days where exclusion and one person of color is considered inclusion. She is right in the sense that every month should teach black history, present facts of various cultures, and give credence to the reality that the world is more than just one tone. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd;">In closing, I am 29 years old and will make 30 this year, God willing. I don't have enough words in the English language to describe how incredibly tired I am of talking about race. I would love to just be in my own skin and feel every sense of humanity that is my God given right as a human being. I pray that one day the world will heal itself of the heavily veiled theme of "skin separation" and truly level the playing field so EVERYONE can have a chance to simply "be." Oh wouldn't that be a happy day? Most certainly.</span><br />
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<br />Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-14900114254597905802015-12-26T20:52:00.002-08:002015-12-26T20:54:07.430-08:00This is It!<span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If I had to say what was on my heart, I would say, I am ready for this year to be over. 2015 had more lows than highs and the greatest high was the fact that I made it through. I can only thank God for that. The greatest blessing of bad years and moments is that with each bad break, rough moment, or tear dropped brings a pearl of wisdom so refreshing that it automatically makes you stronger. </span><br />
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Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-54839232553444301942015-12-09T22:05:00.001-08:002015-12-09T22:07:59.780-08:00Transformed <br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000;">An education is an amazing thing because it does not necessarily have to begin with books or classrooms, but simply being open. Open to the possibility of change. Throughout my journey within my cultural diversity class, I learned there are hundreds of ways to skin a cat and any way is fine, so long as the cat is skinned.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05eLlp2cXKb_W3AreMuB67kd64QANKdh3d3Kmo3vwEKp6R6xxUEzYGedob9MWNneKBywO7GoyuT_nRzZVguCclPZh_-1XJpw5dYc8QA6Vjz5klaP5tLSoRta3A1kxsFnLVNKxZIhswv0/s1600/culture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #7f6000;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05eLlp2cXKb_W3AreMuB67kd64QANKdh3d3Kmo3vwEKp6R6xxUEzYGedob9MWNneKBywO7GoyuT_nRzZVguCclPZh_-1XJpw5dYc8QA6Vjz5klaP5tLSoRta3A1kxsFnLVNKxZIhswv0/s320/culture.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="color: #7f6000;">Throughout my journey, I learned the true definition of culture. Culture is the various and complex knowledge, history, art, morals, law, customs, and common behaviors of a certain group of people. The major aspects of culture are deep in range, but typically include; musical stylings, language, dialect, food, and education. From what I observed, culture is hugely important to people and must be heavily involved in educational teachings thus shaping a more well rounded society.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMPcs2IznO8O1eGV2P-xaUB6Rs9At2fkUNpz5THAhmhPIatHSvcVOurryGrke8P9WKJDGdvh0NdU0AOOoHDI6q9WM02FUVAzkSyH-Y8elSoOhjlih4kF-crMNxpriFZugzI7eoGFYnms/s1600/multi+smiles+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #7f6000;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMPcs2IznO8O1eGV2P-xaUB6Rs9At2fkUNpz5THAhmhPIatHSvcVOurryGrke8P9WKJDGdvh0NdU0AOOoHDI6q9WM02FUVAzkSyH-Y8elSoOhjlih4kF-crMNxpriFZugzI7eoGFYnms/s320/multi+smiles+.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="color: #7f6000;">From my readings and class lessons, I learned that multicultural education in various lesson plans developed by educators to assist teachers responding to the ever-changing demographics of a multiracial society. Some of the main goals of a multicultural education is to ensure that all students feel connected and appreciated culturally thus increasing their tenacity to learn and develop as a person. A multicultural education promotes the idea that everyone matters and that is exactly the way that children should be taught.</span><br />
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<br />Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-90567537112769708062015-10-30T21:31:00.000-07:002015-10-30T21:31:41.799-07:00An Ode to Autumn <span style="color: #ffd966;">If you are a Autumn enthusiast like myself, you know autumn is the absolute best time of year to do just about anything. The weather, in most states is finally starting to cool off. It is the perfect time of year to do just about anything. I have summarized my passionate feelings for fall in 6 tantalizing reasons why fall is the perfect time of year</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffd966;">1. Weather...In most states, fall marks the official decent into cool, crisp breezes and much cooler weather. Blend that with boots, hats, windbreakers, and fabulous hats and fall is fashion's most playful time of year!</span><br />
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2. Pumpkin season. Whether you're a fan of the ever so popular, pumpkin season (not really my thing), it is a fan favorite around the world. Once the end of September hits, all the world is gleefully adorned with beautiful accents of pumpkin including; pumpkin pie, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin cheesecakes, pumpkin seeds, and pumpkin patches.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232;">3. Travel. Traveling in the fall has been something I have done for years. I am not sure if it is the holiday season or my birthday, but I tend to always get out of town during October-December. I personally believe I get to see the world in the most beautiful light when the sun sets earlier. This fall will be no different with trips to Thailand and Europe (part deux) planned, I will be</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232;">4. The fair. It doesn't matter where you live, for some glorious reason, the fair goes perfectly with fall. The cool breeze flies effortlessly through your hair while swinging on the swings or kissing on the ferris or eating a turkey leg....the possibilities are endless.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232;">6. Excellent films. Naturally, colder weather keeps people inside more so it is the perfect time for people to get together and see new films. Why do the best films come out in Autumn though? Maaaaybe because it is truly the best season!</span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-62958958833948622002015-08-29T01:23:00.000-07:002015-08-29T01:23:49.604-07:00A New Chapter <span style="color: #ffe599;">A lot can happen in six and a half years. You can finish two degrees, travel to ten foreign countries, deepen bonds with your loved ones, loose several along the way, and start the path to figuring out what your true passion is. </span><br />
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I know this statement to be true because all this and much more happened to me in the last six and a half years. </span><br />
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I moved back to Phoenix, Arizona in June of 2009 and have been here ever since. Make no mistake about it, it was far from my first choice, but I desperately needed to leave Los Angeles. I was in a horrible state and needed a reality check. </span><br />
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I left against my own conscious will on the heels of something tragic in nature. I trusted the wrong person with my reputation and good name. I <b><i>finally</i></b> trusted the wrong person and it caught up to me. The chain of events that followed would lead me to where I am now. If someone had told me this ten years ago when I first moved to Los Angeles, I would have laughed in their face. My, how the mighty have fallen. </span><br />
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On the eve of my ten year anniversary of having moved to Los Angeles to pursue my love of acting, I learned two things; you have to know where you're going and who is going with you to be successful in life. I have never pondered either one of those questions so it was no surprise to me when I hit a wall. </span><br />
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Having returned to LA in recent weeks proved extremely emotional to me. I almost feel like I am not done with Los Angeles or entertainment in the larger sense. I feel like there is still much left to be desired.... I have so many things to figure out. </span><br />
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On a whirlwind set of travel excursions to California, I came up with my decision; I am not done with my creative life. I can't be. It fuels the fire that so desperately burns inside of me. It makes me want to explore and learn and thrive. More importantly, it is the thing that keeps me going.</span><br />
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Once a 18 year old, daisy fresh girl, to a full grown adult I have learned you can't turn your back on your love because you may miss it. I do miss it. I also miss the smog and the craziness of the city. Constant people watching, expensive rents, fabulous food, and the "Who's Who" of Hollywood just around the corner. Yes, LA is something else...it's just not for me. </span><br />
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I have decided to move on to greater passions. I have handcrafted something that will make my twenty year high school reunion quite memorable. I have also decided I will not get a moment's peace until I complete my masters and master something I love. I originally started this blog five years ago to gain inspiration for my book and I have been running from writing ever since. I believe this recent LA trip revitalized my spirit and inspired me to move forward with my goals. </span><br />
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Besides, if you don't move forward, you will stay in the same place and I am done with living in neutral. I taking chances and heading east...for new adventures and a new chapter in my life! I am stepping out on faith and leaving the rest in God's hands....for once in my life. </span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-72088028279676516642015-07-21T22:44:00.000-07:002015-07-21T22:44:55.831-07:00Back for the First Time <span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Today is a big day....well for me personally. Today, marks my 5 year anniversary of writing my own published blog Cocoon. I have celebrated several rollercoaster highs and immense lows, but through it all, this blog has been my constant and reliable outlet from the craziness that is sometimes called my life. I love that I have this little space to be myself and be free. Ironically, there are very few words to accurately describe how that feels to a person with so many feelings. In fact, I have so many feelings, I have been "in my feelings" for the last few months.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I have been working crazy hours within a potentially lucrative and challenging industry. In addition to that job, I blogged incessantly for a Flooring company in Phoenix and taught Acting and Modeling for the second term at The International Performing Arts Academy. I have also been working on a few choice side projects to feed my creative soul. All while contemplating grad school and moving across the country. Between to all these roles, I failed to continue nurturing my passions...which I desperately miss. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">On top on of missing my old life, I am learning how to truly "let go." So many people say, "It's easy, just let go of the past," but it is far from as simple as that. If it was, everyone would not need therapy, counseling, or the advice of several friends and family to guide them throughout their life. I want to make an impact, leave a valuable impression, and make my mark on the world, I am simply struggling with how to go about my plan. As my 10 year class reunion looms, I put my life into prospective. I am fairly content with my decade of adulthood, but I have much more left to give, see, and experience. My hibernation period is over. I am back! </span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-15997255493999570352015-03-31T13:39:00.002-07:002015-04-21T23:51:21.260-07:00For All The Times.....<div class="mail-message expanded" id="m4125" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px; widows: auto;">
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"><b>My sister turned the big 3-0- 30 is an intense age for so many people. My best friend in the whole world truly swallowed this reality pill. You're <i>supposed </i>to have all these things accomplished. My sister is a full time grad student, works, and will be soon moving into matrimony; 30 never looked so amazing. Kudos sissy. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><b>Black History Month- I watched several different films, listened to many of the greats, and still could not fully and appropriately express my gratitude for this particular portion of the month. It is overwhelming how far we come and shocking how far we still have to go. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>On another note, I am really into this lighting concept within my apartment. I have mastered candle placement, and most times my apartment spells like a field of fruit, but other than that, I am sublimely happy with my little casita. Now on to March Madness...</b></span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-57334892816942067492015-01-31T19:57:00.000-08:002015-02-02T21:43:33.722-08:00A Humbling Precipice <br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Having just celebrated my one month anniversary in my new casita, I realized, I am old. I am old because living alone now is riddled with anxiety and stress. These feelings are completely different than when I lived in Los Angeles alone. When I was 22, I loved the edge. The precipice of safety was my best friend. Now, I hear a dog bark next door and I am up with a bat in my hand. It is hilarious to me and shocking at the same time! I think to myself, what changed? With age comes caution. Caution is the difference between living on the precipice and merely thinking about. I must admit, I am still slightly cautious, but</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"> not nearly as much I thought I would be. I never thought I would come to this point in my life where noises, darkness, and new places make me apprehensive. Regardless of the new imposed stress my paranoia causes me, I am very grateful for this.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">I no longer think solely about myself. I consider my family, friends, and the little people in my life so much more. This is truly a blessing to me because I have slowed down enough to see what matters in life. I consider my health, my future, and the people in it much more. I mapped a plan for the next year and a half. My plans for 30th are steep, but totally attainable. With business plans, advanced degrees, and many romantic advancements, there couldn't be a better time to humble my emotions and my mind. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">The Super Bowl is here along with the Phoenix Open and all I want to do is go to bed. I have no desire to cram into the crowded and dangerous clubs hoping to catch a glimpse of "celebrities" who could care less about my existence. At this point in my life, I am more excited about a glass of Sweet Lucy, French Jazz, and my Netflix account. I have always heard that aging changes you. With me being more aware, focused, and goal oriented, I welcome these changes. With that said, I'm off to dinner with an friend. That's just the way I role now.....and I don't mind. </span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-88011606831024185902014-12-30T23:54:00.000-08:002014-12-30T23:54:25.069-08:00Make Me Over<span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">My maternal grandmother once told me that I shouldn't ask God for what I want, I have to tell him, so that's what I did. I told him what I wanted in 2015 and for the rest of my life. I told him that I wanted financial freedom, internal peace, immaculate health, and someone special to share it with. I already have half of what I want now here comes the hard part; doing the work to get the other half. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">About two years ago I made a list of ten things I want to accomplish before 30. As I checked off my list, I realized I had inadvertently forgotten my faith on the list. I desperately need to have God be the center of my life in order to achieve the various goals and dreams I wish to relish in the new year. As I type this blog, I pray that The Lord hears my prayer and honors my wishes. In the meanwhile, I must reflect on my 2014. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Highs:</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I traveled to South America for the first of many times thus helping me get closer to my goal of five continents before 30. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I started working in the field of social services and watched 4 beautiful children transform before my very eyes. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I made a commitment to someone who I feel I can grow with. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I started my foray into my masters degree </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I moved into my first "grown up" apartment. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I created some amazing friendships. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I created an official business plan for my many businesses. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I tried my hand at different businesses.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I started the process of letting go of my internal negativity. </span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Lost a person I considered to be a friend.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Had a few work related injuries.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Watched someone get to the lowest point in her life. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Observed a very close relationship spiral out of control.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Witnessed my weight go up and down once again. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Allowed my health problems to get out of control.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Let my impatience get the best of me. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Missed excellent career opportunities. </span></li>
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I'm a work in progress and I will not stop building until I'm sculpted the way I wish to be. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">2015, mold me and make me better. </span></div>
Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-76293577635717790732014-11-24T22:53:00.000-08:002015-04-21T23:51:35.217-07:00And So It Begins….<span style="color: #e06666;"><b>Exactly</b> one week ago, I was rummaging through the mountains and hills of Bogota, Colombia. Never did I imagine doing so, but I certainly did and all I can say is, WOW. It was magical, enchanting, charming, and pleasantly perfect in its own little way. To say I was grateful for the experience is an understatement; I WAS HYPNOTIZED! When I turned 27 last November, I decided that I wanted to accomplish many things before my 30th birthday. Amongst them, complete my masters degree, go on a hot air balloon ride, and travel to a total of 5 continents outside of my native home. Considering that I had already been to Europe on a graduation trip in 2007, I could safely cross that off my list. With years to focus on other incredible continents, my first choice was South America!</span><br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyZvd4M0bwfTAjbzxCpIPUHDthyNb949b7hzcZfvynTc7McCK6hojiuBoWVdFPT379v9w4KZIdjt8VSptVOPgvBQgP0k24CU5rnWUDMkovTZ4Yt0-jmGKa4faP75CAw04ZQS2tYRzIP4/s1600/10730237_10203613369111825_9103187267780759270_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJyZvd4M0bwfTAjbzxCpIPUHDthyNb949b7hzcZfvynTc7McCK6hojiuBoWVdFPT379v9w4KZIdjt8VSptVOPgvBQgP0k24CU5rnWUDMkovTZ4Yt0-jmGKa4faP75CAw04ZQS2tYRzIP4/s1600/10730237_10203613369111825_9103187267780759270_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></span></a><span style="color: #e06666;">Ever since I was a junior in college, I wanted to go to South America. My first choice was Buenos Aires, Argentina (which is still in the works). Unfortunately, even a cheap ticket to Buenos Aires is $1,200 from Phoenix. And when you're a teacher with a shoe obsession, money is not used in vain. One must be a savvy traveler. Never one to give up on my desires, I found an alternative. I thought about all the other countries I wished to visit in South America and then I thought, BOGOTA, COLOMBIA! I have heard it was gorgeous and very modern with a "city edge" because of the drug trade. Colombia, albeit <i>supposedly </i>more dangerous, was a much cheaper option that could still fulfill my desire to see South America. I researched the tickets and found an extremely reasonable one at $480.00 roundtrip. I saw, I bought, I planned. This would be the best trip of my life!</span><br />
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My good friend Efrem was the only friend would could accompany me on the trip as he too is an avid traveler and lover of life. Thankfully, he arranged for us to be on the same flight to and from the country. This I was most grateful for because I absolutely hate flying. As the trip arrived, I got nervous. Every single person in my life constantly said to, "Why Colombia? It's so dangerous. You're crazy!" Boy were they wrong. As I saw the sign "Bienvenido's a Colombia" all the those thoughts suddenly dissipated. I was happy and ready for what awaited me. On day one, I toured the fabulously chic and historically profound "Gold Museum" known for its indigenous gold, platinum, and bronze from all over Colombia. The museum was 5 floors and full of beauty. I took as many pictures as I could and never cared that I appeared the total American tourist, I WAS IN COLOMBIA!</span><br />
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After hours of pictures and discoveries, my friend and I happened upon the fabulous museum restaurant that boasted some of the finest Colombian food. I had possibly the greatest minestrone soap (soup) I have ever had. I also found my new favorite snack; plantain chips and dip. It was a beautiful experiences. Note, Colombian hotels are extremely tiny. Our first hotel, albeit quite chic, was a shoebox full of charm. We stayed in a hip neighborhood Parque 93. If you're ever in Bogota, I highly recommend residing there for your stay. As much as I expected to see shady people and feel bad vibes, the whole entire city was abound with almost everything that America offers except everyone spoke Spanish. I felt right at home.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Bogotanos are not drug dealers. They are regular city inhabitants like any American living in New York or San </span><br />
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Upon our museum experience, we happened upon the fabulous bar "The Pub" at Hotel Continental. This is where I eyed the cutest, most intelligent Colombian throughout my entire experience there. His name was Pedro, he was part owner of the bar, an avid entrepreneur, well spoken gentlemen, and he was quite handsome. We flirted over several cocktails and beer nuts before we tired and had to depart to our hotel. It was a wonderful first night.</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Coffee (cafe)</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Lots of taxis (be careful; they drive like Europeans)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Manners </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Looking well put together is a must</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Adventure </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Excitement </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #e06666;">Culture </span></li>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Our second day, we felt a bit more comfortable with the city so we ventured out and did some local sight seeing. We met up with a recent acquaintance from our plane ride there. His name was Jason and he was a doll. He owes a hip boutique in Bogota which is reminiscent of Melrose boutiques; very cute and pretty reasonable. I bought two items and created a new friend. Bogota nights were filled with lots of walking, laughing, drinks, and dancing. We had a blast and spent most nights jamming out in Zona T, Zona Rosa, or Zona G. (all gorgeous areas of Bogota with amazing eateries and fantastic night life). </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">The best places to shop in Bogota are; </span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">ZONA T. Everything and anything is there for the taking. </span></div>
<span style="color: #e06666;"><br />As the days flew by, I found myself drifting further away from the stress of my overwhelming job back home. I needed this vacation on many personal levels and thankfully, it exceeded all of my expectations. It was the best money I ever spent. The highlights of my trip included; The Botero Museum (a must see), downtown Bogota "La Candeleria"(because its hipper than hip), The Sunday flea market in Usaquen (my favorite neighborhood), and of course Monserrate Mountain.</span><br />
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How could anyone forget Mount Monserrate. It practically surrounds you throughout the city. It is as enchanting as it is haunting. The city is grateful to have this beautiful landmark that is not only original, but priceless in sight. One week ago, we made the trek up the mountain and absorbed all its full beauty. We took picture after picture and still couldn't completely capture its true essence. It is a mountain more stunning than ever. I would venture to say, it is a world treasure that should definitely be embraced and seen by all.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Reggaeton is the music of the country, but the main musical dances are Salsa and Meringue. Make sure you bring your dancing shoes! </span><br />
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My last official day in Bogota was perfect because of the people in my life. A family friend who is a Bogotano herself, connected me to her family still living there and they truly showed me "the best of Bogota." We to "Callore"up the mountain hills where I had my first Colombian beer; it was surprisingly delicious. They also took me to the outskirts of Bogota (Chia) where I danced and ate the night away at Audres. It was the most fun I had ever had and from people I barely knew. As I watched all the people dancing on the floor, I just stood paralyzed. Tears started to stream down my face. Efrem said, "It's beautiful isn't it." And I just nodded. It truly was. I was at complete peace. Bogota was the best trip I have taken in a long time. It was my first birthday trip and my first step into my journey of 5 continents.</span><br />
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Though I am already planning my next birthday trip to Thailand, I have left a special part of my heart in Bogota. From the food, the dancing, the people, the Spanish, and the mountains, I breathlessly in awe and love of this terribly misunderstood city. I have realized that one should never listen to others. Believe no one and always form your own opinion based on facts and logic. Bogota is no different than any other major city. Of course, there is crime, but there is crime everywhere. If you are an astute and safe traveler, you will have the time of your life just like I did! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my humble opinion, to win in life means to have the ultimate freedom of humanity. This is something that is not open to all humans. Not all humans are allowed to make mistakes, fall short of expectations, disgrace the public, and are forgiven with their shortcomings completely forgotten. Such is a blissful dream placed in an unattainable bubble that floats peacefully through the sky, often out of reach for most women and even further out of reach for most minority women. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">As an actress who spent a sizable chunk of my youth trying to cultivate a career in Hollywood, I learned early on, that acting and entertainment is a game that must be played very carefully. The films, and shows must be good and audience must love you. There is simply no room for mediocrity, especially if you are unattractive or a minority. So when I discovered a woman named Shonda Rimes who just happened to have written a show that had a black female lead (only the second in primetime history next to Diahann Carol), I said, "I NEED TO SEE THIS SHOW!" </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">And see, I did. I watched the complete season of <i>Scandal (unfortunately work would not allow me to keep up), </i>Shonda Rimes's, chaotic, fast paced politico drama about a woman who "fixes" scandals before they arrive to the news scene. Since the show is based on a real life woman named Olivia Pope who just happens to be black, it was only fitting the character on the show be black as well. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">America, for the most part, responded brilliantly. The show has top ratings, is constantly nominated for awards, and the actors/actresses have all received recognition for their efforts and contributions. That isn't to say, the show created by the talented and gifted Ms. Shonda Rimes, have not been met with some "Hollywood" angst. With <i>Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, and Scandal </i>all being ratings gold, one would expect more to come…..and they would be right!</span></span><br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-TmHfPGQwy-yIbS9QciLOmK9-DC5ud4gkVCwuDIa5T3LzvCYDjRRrYg0Dky4qqsrFrnEYzmUCWA5ZPxzEjbSH4iGOklsaAuABFm0aqZhGw_vuqTsldqOcwJtsGMCOJYKPgNhpC_S6Q0/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-TmHfPGQwy-yIbS9QciLOmK9-DC5ud4gkVCwuDIa5T3LzvCYDjRRrYg0Dky4qqsrFrnEYzmUCWA5ZPxzEjbSH4iGOklsaAuABFm0aqZhGw_vuqTsldqOcwJtsGMCOJYKPgNhpC_S6Q0/s1600/images.jpeg" /></span></a><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shonda Rimes unveiled her next fast rapidly moving, drama this past Thursday right after <i>Scandal. </i>Due to the main character alone (no offense to Shonda), I was immediately interested. Viola Davis, both regal and charming, graces the screen so effortlessly in the show <i>How to Get Away With Murder. </i>She is the quintessential, "pit bull in a skirt" that is necessary of a lawyer regardless of gender. Most of the critics agreed, the show was intriguing, well acted, and definitely one to watch for the fall, but one naysayer has ruined all the impressive word of mouth with a borderline, racist rebuttal to the "glowing reports."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">When I read, New York Times Writer Alessandra Stanley's depressing, depiction of Shonda Rimes and her creation, I bulked at the thought. In Alessandra's own word<span style="line-height: 23px;">s "When Shonda Rimes writes her autobiography, it should be called "How to Get Away With Being An Angry Black Woman." </span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 23px;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She completely reduces, a talented woman's entire career to the age old, "angry black woman" rant by saying that most all of her shows feature a intimidating black woman as a lead. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">She claims that Viola Davis is a decent actress who's "sub par" beauty should be rewarded because "it is not the </span><i style="line-height: 23px;">Hollywood </i><span style="line-height: 23px;">standard of beauty instead of basking in the glow of a truly talented woman who just happens to be a lawyer and professor at a major university. It got me to thinking back to a time where an acting teacher of mine said "Unfortunately, in this world, there is not always room for all of us." I hated hearing it and now it was coming back to haunt me yet again.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">I just want to know, why can't everyone win? Why can't a black woman write a television show about another black woman who is in a male dominated career field, dominates said career field, is married, financially well, and pretty much </span><i style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;">not </i><span style="line-height: 23px;">every stereotype the world thrives off? Why must dim-witted, narrow-minded journalists like Ms. Stanley write such filth in order to take away the glory of something beautiful. Viola Davis and Shonda Rimes are huge assets to Hollywood and despite what naysayers may feel, their fans and many heavyweights in Hollywood love and admire them. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Why should she change her formula if it works for her? Millions of viewers every year agree that Shonda is doing something right. Until Ms. Stanley and other equally dim witted, journalists (sadly) from People Magazine write the same reviews for the writers and creators of </span><i style="line-height: 23px;">Two and a Half Men, Two Broke Girls, Parenthood, or The Big Bang Theory </i><span style="line-height: 23px;">generalizing every stereotype about the female leads in those shows, I will continue to advocate for Ms. Rimes. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">It is truly a myth, not all black are angry and not all white women are nice. People are people and everyone should be allotted the opportunity to show you who they are. You, Ms. Stanley, have proven yourself to be a total ass with no journalistic integrity or ability and because both Ms. Rimes and Ms. Davis are classier than you'll ever be, they have simply chosen to ignore your little rant and let the ratings shut you up. And based on the reviews, they are truly winning. Now who is mad? Certainly not those two black women! </span></span></span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-77216976802637187782014-08-30T04:23:00.002-07:002014-08-30T04:23:53.513-07:00Fortune Cookies <span style="color: red;">As much as I love many things Asian (food, culture, countries,), I truly love fortune cookies. I know it sounds silly, but I am a firm believer that fortunes do come true. I have been blessed enough to have many great fortunes come from my cookies, but some are <i>truly </i>unforgettable. After a stressful week of changes, months of feeling lost and confused, and many life decisions hanging in the balance, I needed a sign. I needed assurance as to what direction my life would be headed and how I could get there, so I went to Pei Wei for some Pad Thai. There is nothing better than Thai food to make my life improve. It is <i>that good! </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">As I opened my fortune, I saw some stellar gems "Your finances will soon take a turn to significant improvements." And who could forget "You will soon get something special because of your charm." I instantly loved them both because they reaffirmed my beliefs in fortune cookies. I feel this was an indication of exactly what God needed me to know and see. He needed me to connect with my happy place (Thai food) to see that many incredible things were just around the corner. The best fortune cookie, however, <i>was</i> just around the corner. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">On Thursday aka, my second Asian food day (Chinese), I got my third, fantastic fortune stating "Doors will be opening for you in many areas of your life." This particular fortune made me squeal out loud so much that my server Pak came rushing by to check on me. After I affirmed several times that I was ok, I was left alone to ponder this fabulous find. How is it that in the recent months where everything in my life seemed to shift upside down, I found something that left me so optimistic that none of that even matter? Fortune cookies. Something little, manmade, and divinely tasty can lift spirits and change lives indefinitely!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Maybe it's because I eat lots of Asian fare. Maybe it's because I love sweets or maybe it's because I have a propensity for happy thoughts, but I believe each and every fortune I receive from my cookies is coming true. I blame the delicious intoxication</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"> of Thai food and if I am lucky with my recent finds, they will come true and make 2014 the most memorable year yet. In the meanwhile, more Pad Thai please! </span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-25950138050076748892014-07-31T23:57:00.002-07:002014-08-07T00:36:35.639-07:00To Do…..<span style="color: #fce5cd;"> Top Ten Things on My Current To Do List</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Complete my academic certificate in Entrepreneurship: I am going back to school to decide what to go back to school for(masters degree). In the meanwhile, this certificate will help me ponder...</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Create a new life style blog- I want a blog that pertains to life styles and life style choices. Would you read it?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Finish my television show- I came up with the concept 2 and half years ago. Now it is time to capitalize on my idea because it's brilliant! </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Continue writing my book-I must accomplish this. I am not a girl that sleeps well when my tasks are not complete. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Self publish my book-how cool would it be to say you self published a book that went number one? How much cooler would it be to say that your book was adapted into a film that i am set to star in?. I think it should happen…soon!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Go vegan…ish- the goal to become vegan is seemingly tough, but I will not let it fade into the abyss. I believe a primarily vegan diet…with moments of meat esque things (dairy) would be best. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Travel more- with 3 trips planned this year alone, I need to start hitting new continents and countries. It is not optional, it is a must!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Travel write- this is a hobby I love and desperately need to get back into. It's time!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Start a book club- I want to speak with other art intellectuals who feel just as passionately about a page turner as I do. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Figure out what this love thing is all about- to be continued….</span></li>
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Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-10363024927020783982014-06-10T22:06:00.003-07:002014-07-13T11:12:25.875-07:00The Fault in Our Illusions <br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I must confess, I have never in my 27 years of life been able to go to the movies by myself. I have long associated seeing a movie with people: girlfriend dates, date nights, etc. I guess I missed the memo where I could go to more than a restaurant and grocery store alone. Well, I <b><i>finally</i></b> broke my cycle: on June 9th, through much neck pain and back strain, I went to my very first movie solo. I decided if I was going to go for the plunge, I might as well go all the way. I went to see a new release with rave reviews. The adaptation of John Green's book <i>The Fault in Our Stars. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I had no idea what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised. The film, which needs no real plot description, was incredible. Two star crossed, cancer patients going through different paths in life find love in a hopeless place (thanks Rihanna). What is so amazing about the film is that this movie was humorous . It made cancer more livable and gentle. It made cancer more understanding and riveting. Most of all, it made cancer more real. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">No other movie, besides Joseph Gordon Levitt's <i>50/50, </i> touched home (cancer wise) like this movie. A young girl who had no intention of connecting with anyone in particular at her cancer support group, found an unlikely soul that shakes her beliefs to the core and changes her life. Powerful performances were given by both young thespians Ms. Shailene Woodley and Ansel Egort. Critics adorned this film with more than favorable reviews and deemed it a "Must See" of 2014. I completely concur. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">After all the unbearable bawling, painfully awesome laughter, and the snot oozing down my nose, I got to thinking, why can't real life, love stories be like movies? Love concurs all, pain is bearable with a friend, and everything works out for the best. I guess that is why I <i style="font-weight: bold;">really love the movies. </i>I love the delusions of grandeur I receive when I pay my $7.00 to see a piece of art that touches my spirit. I guess I have never been able to truly enjoy the films when I went on a date night or friend date. I was too busy obsessing over stupid things all while, barely absorbing the beauty of the film. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I get it now. After 27 years of never going to the movies solo, I have gotten the greatest gift ever from this particular experience in June of 2014. I have accepted the fault in my illusion. A film, no matter how wondrous, is just a film. A small break from the craziness of the reality in our lives, but a truly magnificent film keeps the illusion and perfectness of believing and dreaming real for us dreamers who need hope when things seem hopeless. After all, if you want the rainbow, you must deal with the rain. </span><br />
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Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-14851312266255847992014-05-31T23:56:00.000-07:002014-06-15T22:58:37.785-07:00Checking it Twice!<span style="color: #93c47d;">Last year, I got into a major, emotional funk. I decided to remove myself by dedicating my time to greater causes and things that could improve my life. I decided to make a list, a list of 10 things I wish to do or complete before 30. On top of that list was further my education. This is huge as I am at that proverbial fork in the road where one must choose going forward or staying still and regretting it. I am on the precipice, but it appears I will simply go forward. I have decided to pursue a master degree as a part of my list.</span><br />
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I personally do not believe degrees change you, bring in, substantially more income per career choice, nor make you "better than the next person." I have always looked at education as a personal thing and a decision a person should make based solely on how they feel and why. Well, my feet are firmly planted and I am looking into masters of fine arts, communications, and a few other choices. I believe the greatest thing a person can do is keep learning because it keeps the mind fresh.</span><br />
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Also on my list of "10 Things to do Before 30," travel to 5 continents. I have been to a few, but that is simply not enough. I am currently trying to create a trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina for my birthday. God willing, I can make this trip as it is one I have been contemplating for years now!</span><br />
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The biggest reality check I have assessed lately is that I am not an owner. People who own things have certain, financial benefits and power that relieve of having the misfortune of being turned down for a loan. I hate the feeling of knowing I am not capable of certain things because of my "history." It is time that I improve this area of my life. On my list for 30: own something or buy something to eventually own. First up, a condo!</span><br />
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Something happens, a switch comes on when you hit your late 20's. It makes you realize that your time should not be used idolly. That you should squeeze every moment out of every minute and make it count for something good. I know I cannot do this in every facet of my life, but I am going to work damn hard to make sure it happens.</span><br />
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Amongst the other things on my list: taking a hot air balloon ride, learning another language, and finding true love to start a family with (if it is meant to be). Much of those can be accomplished rather easily, the others will take some prayer and time. My biggest challenge is becoming a vegan and giving up dairy products. I plan to start Monday, June 2nd, 2014. No matter what happens, I need to focus on this reality as I have to improve in order to live well and accomplish the ten things on my list. With a strong unit of friends and family and GOD, this list will be accomplish much sooner. GOD SPEED!</span><br />
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Life is about a journey and no one ever said it would be easy. In the words of the late and most respected poet laureate, Maya Angelou, "Life is a bitch. You have go out and kick ass!" Well said, my queen, well said!</span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-77855899146008321832014-04-23T23:05:00.001-07:002014-04-23T23:05:45.369-07:00Easter Harvest: the renaissance version <span style="color: #c27ba0;">Is it truly possible to have it all? A successful business? Great friends? Close family? A man to share it with and eventually a family? I say…..ABSOLUTELY!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">I most certainly do not believe in the myth that a person, more specifically a woman, has to choose which lot she is going to pick in life. I am a firm believer that the possibilities are endless and a woman should absolutely be allowed to have her pick of the litter, so I am getting started early.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">I have decided to take the plunge and start my own business. I want to be a woman who makes no apologies for the things she does or wants in life. I want to be a woman who goes in a store, finds something she likes, and just buys it! Just like that, no questions asked and no doubts. I know it is not going to be easy, but I am a firm believer it is possible.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">So many women have fought so diligently in the past for future women (my current generation and on) to have the right to not only choose, but go after what we wanted in life. I would be a fool to not go for what I want. Even if I don't succeed, I can still go for what I want in life. I am passionate enough to go for it. I believe it is my right! Hell, I believe it is my birth right!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">As an up and coming entrepreneur, I have to make some sacrifices. This will include, little to no social interaction, long nights, many trips around my state and elsewhere, and uncomfortable transitions. I need to get to a point where I can make a life that I am happy to respond to and say is mine. No more putting all my eggs in one basket just to be disappointed anymore. Time to shake things up. I am the Easter Bunny this year and it is time to plant those eggs….who knows….maybe one egg will have a million dollars in it. There is only one way to find out...</span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-15151887620996741792014-03-30T23:56:00.000-07:002014-04-06T23:47:30.908-07:00Spring Follies Part Deux <span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Every Spring I feel refreshed, renewed, and excited about a new season. This Spring is no different. Here are some things I am crazy about in Spring of 2014:</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Kelis's Cooking Show and Sauce Line</b>- What do you do when you're a badass singer with a funky sense of style? YOU CREATE A LINE OF SAUCES! I've loved her music for years, I loved her cooking show (hopefully it becomes a series), and I am totally here for her sauce line! Bring on the <i>Feast!</i></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: lime;"><i><b>Jazzhole-</b></i>This band is not new by any stretch of the imagination and yet I crave their music! I love the acid jazz world and I am here for this type of slow and seductive sense of beautiful melodies and harmony. Sometimes, I truly adore Pandora! </span></li>
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<li><span style="color: blue;"><b>My New Radio Show-</b> Life is about action. I must be active in life to be successful. This radio show is going to be different from the previous one because I will have a little assistance...stay tuned....</span></li>
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<span style="color: magenta;">You should always rely on your birthday being an incredibly special day and when it is not, there is something very wrong with this. I for one, always treat my birthday as some sort of holiday in my own mind. Regardless, I do put forth a gallant effort to show others that their birthdays matter just as much. If I have ever not done so, I apologize to those people as I would never want them to feel completely overlooked or hurt by my actions. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I realize now more than ever that words sting. They last and leave quite an impression on people. This is why we should use them carefully because recovery is always a matter of <u>words</u> and <u>actions</u>. I am not into saying "I'm sorry" for the hell of it. When I say it, I want to mean it. I truly am sorry for all the birthdays you've felt ignored, unhappy, or mistreated. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I never want to be a contributor of your sorrow or despair especially on your birthday. You are someone I would never want to let down in that regard. I feel fairly certain that your birthday is quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me because you were born which is something that I am so grateful for. Had you not been born, I would not have the fortune of being able to make your acquaintance, be your friend, and know what family <i>truly </i>is. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">On your birthday, of all the days, I just wish you happiness, peace, and prosperity. If any of that does not come to you that day, I pray it comes very soon. I could never wish for anything more because you mean<i> just </i>that much to me. On your birthday, I wish you well with or without me because I love you <i>just </i>that much. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Vonci </span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-41642032263400240032014-01-26T19:15:00.002-08:002014-01-27T19:41:36.705-08:00On the Television <br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;">As I sit here watching The 56th Annual Grammy's I had a thought? Look how far we've come. The we I am referring to someone that needs no formal introduction because he knows who he is. He is brilliant, ambitious, and a motivating factor in my passion for large scale success. This man and I met some 8 years ago on the streets of Lankershim and Magnolia boulevard in North Hollywood, California when I was just finishing my first year of theatre school at The American Academy of </span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Dramatic Arts and he was into his first year of his internship at Universal Records. The rest is history. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">As he sits at the Grammys and I sit at home contemplating going to the gym, I just have a fantastic </span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">amount of relief. This amazing man's artist is nominated for 3 Grammy's. I could not be more proud if I tried. I want to think that people like him enter your life for a reason. Perhaps to teach you an invaluable life lesson that even life itself could not teach you correctly. Today, I believe he taught me to never give up on my goals, dreams, and aspirations, and to soar to the highest heights possible. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">He inspires (indadvertedly) me to never give up in life and fight the good fight until the end. He pushes me to make changes and make sacrifices I normally wouldn't make. He also encourages me to go for my dreams and not to worry because I do that all too well. This incredible man is not only my friend, but a delicate portion of my spirit and soul. I want to keep him right there because this is a place that is more than just in my heart, but embedded in my DNA. A life without him is truly petrifying, so I won't entertain the thought, I will simply continue to ask God for his blessing and pray that 2014 is the beginning of the rest of us....</span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-46652889167402410592013-12-23T23:34:00.001-08:002013-12-25T22:26:12.340-08:00Don't Look Back! <span style="color: #93c47d;">I said I wouldn't look back.......I did. Did it get me anywhere great? Not sure, it is too early to tell, but I have a feeling I should just keep looking ahead. Ahead is so much better than behind. Behind is where all the hurt, embarrassment, resentful, hopelessness, and inability to be strong lies. I cannot be there. I have too many important things to be do and I must continue to be who I say I am: regal, strong, and legendary. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">These are the thoughts that ran through my head in the recent weeks. It has been plenty of hell and lots of heaven. My 2013 has been anything, but predictable yet I am happy to say I have prevailed and lived through the rough parts. If I can manage to do that, I know I can conquer a new city, state, and chapter in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">Like every year, my new years resolution stays the same: I wish to be an overall better person. Well, it may be an ambitious goal, but it is difficult because change is uncomfortable, stressful, strange, so many words, but easy. Regardless, I have to do it. No matter how much I want to give up and give in. In the end, God would be proud of my choice and so would the people who matter the most in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">The greatest lesson of 2013 is stop giving more than those unworthy of your light. My sister, a very wise person, once told me that "You have to show people how to treat you in order for them to know. Stop accepting things that are less than your worth." I firmly believe she is right. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">It is time out for "trying." When you <i style="font-weight: bold;">truly </i>want to do something like show someone you love them, finish school, travel, write a book, learn a new language, there is no excuse, you find a way and do it. Ambition deserves a certain level of attention and focus that is much higher than simply "desiring" to do something. It takes a level of intensity that is much bigger than words, but merely actions because only actions prevail. Anyone can talk, but who is listening?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">Personal growth is never simple. If it were easy, we will all be the perfect people with perfect behaviors and attitudes. Clearly that is not reality, so it takes work. More work than simply "talking." Again, you simply must do whatever it takes to prove that you want to accomplish the goal, achieve the dream, or receive the blessing you have been waiting on for so long. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">Along the many bumps and thumps of 2013, there were so many peaks. I got to see my very best friend get married in JAMAICA (see first travel blog), one of my favorite cousins got married, I got to further work on my writing, I applied for my first graduate schools, I witnessed history at Present Obama's last inauguration, became a manager, created the outline for my television show, completed 3 cleanses, back to back with great success, and began mapping out my future plans before 30. I have so much to do and so little time to achieve this, but I will make it happen because I am determined. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">I met many interesting and intriguing people especially one particular man who showed me that I have to remain truth to myself despite hearing what sounded good at the time. Thank you for the life lesson. It was not a wasted experience and the outcome will be even greater! Mounds of responsibility have been dumped on these, small shoulders, but I refuse to let it stop me on my path to legacy because road blocks are the stepping stones to success: I must embrace them. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">One day these words and thoughts will be a way of life instead of simply "hopes" and "dreams." Potential is for losers and I am not a loser, so my potential means nothing unless I fully use it for good and make my life exactly the way I want it to be. In my mind, 2014 is the year of the possible. And anything is possible once you set your mind to it. With that said, I am ready for a new year because like wine, I can only get better with time. Cheers to 2014, I welcome you with open arms. </span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308377658797419871.post-32404547921862905592013-11-19T22:20:00.001-08:002013-11-24T02:11:20.666-08:00Second Time Around<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSsNEDHGZ7TFRcRW8qJS-wt8c40InXBGq1mRokenwxAalpTiaUz537MhrDGhentAQ3gMapt5A-ZyKg3Lm029MQkrj9akJHd7c9HiUf7R8OkzDKelXStaNOqdETfP2CW3Q7J_R3Zk8NOs/s1600/The+Best+Man+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSsNEDHGZ7TFRcRW8qJS-wt8c40InXBGq1mRokenwxAalpTiaUz537MhrDGhentAQ3gMapt5A-ZyKg3Lm029MQkrj9akJHd7c9HiUf7R8OkzDKelXStaNOqdETfP2CW3Q7J_R3Zk8NOs/s1600/The+Best+Man+.jpg" /></a><span style="color: #cc0000;">It is my firm belief that a movie sequel is always seeking to accomplish what the first film did: captivate an audience. However, this feat is rare and almost impossible to do. Most of the time, sequels do the original film a grave injustice by being bland, completely predictable, and over the top. Fortunately, there are a few films that seem to deliver the goods and recreate the magic the original film presented: <i>The Best Man Holiday </i>is one of them. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Set some years later, after many marriages, kids, and career improvements/changes, the college friends reunite for the Christmas holiday weekend. Though it is not all smiles and sunshine, the beauty of their reunion warms the heart and excites any <i>Best Man </i>movie fans. The original cast returns with the perfect dose of humor, charisma, ensemble ambience, and tear jerking scenes that make every person in the theater question their faith, loyalty, and ability to forgive. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">With each and every scene, you are reminded why the first movie worked so well: the cast! Everything in the cast just blended flawlessly with slapstick humor, the tender moments of truth, and the hypnotizing way each character discovers a new layer of themselves. That in my humble opinion is what a sequel is all about. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">There is something wondrous in knowing that with each scene, your favorite characters from one of your favorite movies divulges of themselves, something you didn't see before. It is exciting, endearing, and the reason we go to the movies. <i>The Best Man Holiday </i>never disappoints because it does not stray too far from the formula for a great film: entice, invite, reveal, and leave the audience hungry for more. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Director Malcolm D. Lee felt so confident in his work that he left the film with an ambiguous cliffhanger that begs the question: will there be a <i>Best Man 3? </i>And judging by opening weekend numbers, I know I am not alone in my desire to see a trilogy. When and if another film comes to theaters, I will be there, on time, with tissues in hand, preparing to see yet another extension of the fantastic cast who I grew to love so much way back when.</span>Monsoniquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00406529357073090265noreply@blogger.com0