I serve a higher being that shapes and helps to mend this world. Focusing on the three L’s: Live Laugh Love, I want to be remembered as the woman who didn’t climb the mountain but had the mountain try to climb her. FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER @iWalk_uRAEi.. now scroll down, have fun & ENJOY!!
TUNES FOR YOUR TIME.!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
NEW BOOKS!!!! NEW BOOKS!!!
I'm about to begin my reading log again. I was faithful to this log but now I have just completely stopped participating. I miss the joy I get from reading a new novel, short story, poem, etc. So hey guys!!! Shoot some new book titles at me. XOXO
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Waiting Place
Do you dare stay out? Do you dare go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn LEFT or RIGHT?
Or right and 3 quarters.... maybe not quite?
You can get so confused that you'll start into race.
Down long wiggled roads and a break-necking pace.
And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space.
Headed, I fear, toward another searsless place......
The "WAITING" place....
For people just waiting....
Waiting for a train to go, or a bus to come;
Or a plane to go, or the mail to come;
Or the rain to go, or the phone to ring;
Or the snow to snow.
Waiting around for a YES or a NO.
Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants.
Or a wig with curls, or another chance.
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn LEFT or RIGHT?
Or right and 3 quarters.... maybe not quite?
You can get so confused that you'll start into race.
Down long wiggled roads and a break-necking pace.
And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space.
Headed, I fear, toward another searsless place......
The "WAITING" place....
For people just waiting....
Waiting for a train to go, or a bus to come;
Or a plane to go, or the mail to come;
Or the rain to go, or the phone to ring;
Or the snow to snow.
Waiting around for a YES or a NO.
Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants.
Or a wig with curls, or another chance.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Teach Me How To Dougie
In Miya's cousin Jaquese room. This song came on and watch ppl start moving like for no reason. LMAO. But how can somebody from Cali teach a dance from TEXAS!!!!! "All my bitches... all, all my bitches love me. You ain't fuckin wit my dougie!!!" Time to go home for the break. After I see my grades hopefully I'm doing the Dougie too.... OTHERWISE *looks sad real quick* :(
Flowers & Women

Flowers are a lot like women.
Their spirit is what makes them bloom.
The start off as mere seeds, but sprout into some magical with the right treatment.
The flowers that turn out ugly are the ones who got no attention, sunlight, or nourishment. Same as women.
If a flower happens to be planted around weeds they can become wrapped around it; thus possibly killing it or killing any chance it has of being totally independent. Same as women.
Flowers come in many different shapes, heights, colors, and fragrances. Same as women.
Love your fellow woman. Help her show her beauty every day.
New Beginnings :)
Formally from THREE blogs to officially ONE... S Dot is ready to begin this journey. Where am I going? Your guess is just as good as mine. But I can guarantee that this will be a fun one. Swag, Bow, Bang, Pow!!! I have a few of my old posts and I am still thinking if I should post them or not. Possibly not. This is new... this is me... You are here... you are you. Thanks for reading!
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