A Tale of Perfection

I looked at the good, the bad, and the ugly. Never the amazing. The perfection of our very imperfections that only we have learned to love and have accepted. The very imperfections that define our connection and the imperfectness of our every strength and the perfectness of our every flaw. Every wrong move, every step in the right direction, they are one in same, as seeing one’s own reflection. Regrets don’t exist, sadness however over simple things, mistakes, or important moments we might have missed. To define us, is to define perfection itself. Not to be bragged or boasted about. Humbleness and gratuity, we can’t thrive without. No, that would only depreciate the value of a priceless state of being with each other. I looked at the good, the bad, and the ugly. Now I’ve pondered and delved into the amazing. The amazing that no other would see as such. The amazing that makes our individual flaws our mutual strength. The perfection of a myriad of imperfections. Those that define you, and those that define me. Our collection of downfalls, faults, despair, and lack of’s. Amazing, how our most blemished perception of perfection, can be the most imperfect perfection.

The Old Working THAAANG

Well I'm at work and I just wanted to try posting something from my phooooone. So this is it lol. I'm listening to a combo of mainly Chris Brown's Graffiti album and Alicia Keys' Element of Freedom. And since I brought up CB, I'd like to say everyone needs to keep his personal flaws, mistakes, or past violent encounters out of their mind when listening to his music. Regardless he's still an amazing artist whether he beat up his then girlfriend, Rihanna. Set that aside and let him advance his career like he should be at this point. On a lighter note, love his album. =)

Youtube Rummaging!

So, I was taking in my daily dose of Youtube videos and I stumbled on a young lady by the name of Lisa Scinta. She is my "IT" girl on Youtube for the week. She covers tons of songs on her page, but unlike most of these at-home-unsigned-bathroom singers, she puts a very unique spin on each of her covers. I'm going through most of them now, but my favourite by far as of yet is her collabo cover of "Russian Roulette"-Rihanna, and "Bad Romance"-Lady Gaga. I skim through SOO many Youtube videos of covers upon COVERS and every now and then I find someone interesting who catches my eye. GIVE IT UP FOR LISA SCINTA, and I urge you to watch, comment and subscribe to her videos! She's great.

Here's the link to her Collabo Rihanna/Lady Gaga cover! ENJOY AND SHOW SOME SUPPORT!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMF7S4c0HKw

p.s I do not know her, have never spoken to her, and I am doing solely for the reason that I love seeing new and unique talent appreciated! =) What can I say, I'm a good samaritan! =D

NEXT, I'm sure these guys don't need my help spreading the word about them, but I've been watching them on Youtube for a WHILE now.

They are the #1 most popular R&B group on Youtube, called AHMIR. AHH-MAZ-ING!

Anywho, they did a collabo with a very well known Youtube artist I guess you could call her, Lisa Lavie. The video is a cover of Jason Derulo's catchy and popular ,"Whatca Say".

I'll let you judge the talent on your own with this one, but make sure you subscribe to their Youtube Channel, "ahmirTV" and you won't be disappointed!

ENJOY!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OQ5sEieNm8

p.s#2...I have the video playing while I update this! =)

Umm, yeshh, so for some reason I'm not allowed to put the "and" SYMBOL in the "labels for this post" section...strange, so we'll have to settle for "RnB" for now I suppose. Poopie. Sowwwy!

Happy Holidays!

I haven't updated literally in months! I really need to stop with all the procrastination. But that's not why I'm here now. I wanted to wish everyone Happy Holidays to YOU & YOURS! I hope everyone shared good times with their families, FOOD, and drinks!!! =) Afterall that's what this time of year is really about, forget about the materialistic aspect of Christmas, and take the time to catch up on bonding and fun family fun you've missed throughout the year.

BANG! BANG!

So I'm at the hospital, while my dad is in surgery. I'm here listening to Rihanna's new song "Russian Roulette" and I kinda got inspired to write a little something. So here it is, it's called Bang!...Enjoy! =)

Clip up, mother f*cker, take your best shot. Better yet, I'll give you 16. Bang! You pulled the trigger. There goes my left leg. I wince in pain. Take your best shot, is that all you got? Bang! My shoulder, that was a hard hit. Bang! Right in my gut, throwing me to the ground. Bang! You take 16 shots at me. Bang! That last one hit my heart. Your clip is empty, your bullets riddle my body. They hurt, I'm down and out. Take a deep breathe. Get back on my feet. Yea they hurt, but you'll never see me bleed. You had your shot, you took 16. The clip was full of blanks. If you're gonna kill me, do it right. You slipped up, no way are you getting a second chance. Close your eyes. No, no, open them, I want you to see that I can't be defeated. You can knock me down. I'll bounce back. You on the other hand....you fucked up. The gun is in my hands now. Bang!

In case you don't understand, TOO BAD! Step up your intelligence and imagination. It's not literal, its a metaphor. Figure it out! =)

C'est tout! <3

Curly Sue!

I just felt like posting a few pickCHAA's of myself....lol Boredom ALWAYS gets the best of me.

ENJOY! =)

C'est tout! <3

Creative Writing, Enjoy! "If I Could Give it a Gender."

If I could give it a gender, Love would be male, and Loneliness would be female. You seeLoneliness and I aren’t the best of friends. She’s the one who took His place. Rather She took my place and became His Love, and took away His Loneliness. She pokes and prods me. The more She does, the weaker I get. I’m human, I’m not immune to Loneliness. She is the trifling woman who took my spot. He cheated on me. He cheated on me with Her, and now She stabs me in the chest every time She’s near. He is what I had, and what She took away. I’ve fought Her before. It’s one battle I’m not always strong enough to win. She’ll beat me until She thinks I’ve forgotten Him. She’ll creep up on me once She knows I haven’t. She’ll leave me alone for a while so She can be with Him. But She won’t let me have Him back. What She doesn’t know is that, though I can’t kill Her, I can paralyze Her. For She is Loneliness, not emptiness. She only temporarily has me weak, once He comes back, She’ll see Her defeat. Emptiness could never replace Love, that’s why it has no gender. If I could give it a gender, Love would be male, andLoneliness would be female. As many times as He cheated on me with Her, He will always come back to where He knew, Loneliness, He could escape you.

C'est tout! <3

Creative Writing, Enjoy! "Show Me Something."

A quickie I just wrote. Something that should have been said a long time ago. Again...I'm not a poet. Just a creative writer, enjoy. =)

Tell me something. Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me I’m harsh and cold. I already know that. Tell me my walls are too thick and you can’t get through them. I already know that. Tell me I’m crazy. I already know that. Tell me I’m emotional. I already know that. Tell me I’m out of control when I’m upset. I already know that. Tell me something. Tell me something I don’t know. Better yet, show me. Show me something I’ve never seen before. You could tell me a million and one things under the sun, but if you could show me…

Show me something. Show me something I’ve never seen before. Show me that for once, everything I’ve put forth has been worth it. I’ve never seen that. Show me that my tireless efforts to obtain other’s happiness are appreciated. I’ve never seen that. Show me you care enough to be there. I’ve never seen that. Show me that I’m not just another person in your list of acquaintances. I’ve never seen that. Show me how compassionate and nurturing you can be. I’ve never seen that. Tell me something. Tell me something I don’t know. Better yet, show me. Show me something I’ve never seen before. Show me someone who will climb that wall when they realise they can’t get through it. Show me someone who can accept and embrace my eccentric behaviour. Show me someone who can tame my inner beast when it’s unleashed. Show me someone who appreciates my emotions, looking at it as a gift, rather than a curse. I’ve told you things you didn’t know, and things you did. But, beyond just that, I’ve shown you…

Tell me something I don’t know, better yet, show me. Show me appreciation, compassion and gratitude. Tell me something a million times. I’m deaf. Quit telling me, I can’t hear you.

C'est tout! <3

YOUUTUBE!

Sooo...after you had to read that rant loool...I have to remind you to check out my Youtube!

I will finally be posting videos on it regularily...I'm taking Domo Diaries to the next level and creating my own Vlog/Mini Talk show LOL. Its just me on everyday topics that interest me or that I encounter on a daily basis. SO be on the look out for that! Comment, rate, subscribe...all that GOOOOODNEESSS!!

HEEERRREEE'S THE LINK DUDES AND DUDETTES!!

http://www.youtube.com/user/jaibeec

C'est tout! <3

Rant Rampage...

Life. We all have one. We all live our own. I see shit everyday that pisses me off and I'm sure everyone else does too. Why complain everyday about everything in your life that isn't going your way. Or why point out things we all already know because we can see them for ourselves. Our world and society is based on stereotypes. Stereotypes that we and past individuals have set in stone for us. Many manage to escape them, however most accept them and let themselves be molded by what was set out for them from the get go. Why is there always the trailer trash white people making the successful and hygienic ones look bad? Why do we assume all white people eat bologna and hot dogs? Its a stereotype. Why do black people ruin it for themselves before they even get the chance to prove people wrong? Why can't I myself be looked at as an intelligent individual before my own Grandmother tells me I better not be pregnant? Is it because I'm a young woman with a black background? Probably. Why is there always that one Asian that can't drive for shit...ruining it for those who can? Why is there that one Indian always trying to get a bargain...making the others look cheap? Why is there that one bi-racial boy/girl who is overly confident...that makes the rest of us look like cocky jerks? Why is there a terrorist group making it hard for Muslims to roam the streets without being ridiculed and tormented? Because its a stereotype that is easily suited to those that allow themselves to be categorized as such. There will always be the token black guy, the smarter than genius Asian, the immigrant Indian that says W's instead of V's, the white dude who thinks he's black, the hoe that has sucked every guy and his friend's dick, the Muslim girl wearing her hijab/a man wearing a turban who get a hard time about being terrorists, the stush bitch that won't give you the time of day, the little old helpless lady that needs you to baby her, the annoying fuck you can't seem to get rid of, the emo kid threatening to take their own life everyday....I could go on all day. That's life, get over it. But the only reason we see life this way, is ignorance. I could never be a hypocrite and say I don't assume the same things in life. I do. Because I'm ignorant. But does it make me less of a douche bag because I realise that and own up to it? Probably not. Ignorance is like sleeping, its something we can't avoid...no matter how hard we try. You can keep your shit to yourself...doesn't mean the ignorance isn't bouncing around in your noggin'. It's there...always will be. You and I will always judge each other and everyone else based on a first glance. It takes someone special to change your outlook on life and its natural ignorance. To make you realise that stereotypes can be altered and avoided...it just takes more than we are ever willing to put into it. There will always be the honky who lives next to the nigga, who lives next to the paki, who lives next to the nip, who lives next to the terrorist, who lives next to the old bag, who all live in public housing. There will always be the honky who lives next to the nigga, who lives next to the paki, who lives next to the nip, who lives next to the terrorist, who lives next to the old bag, who for all you know or care to know, live in the suburbs. Ignorance is bliss.

C'est tout! <3