tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84558783050802804532024-03-05T13:31:27.443-05:00The Empress GirlsThe real life and thoughts of two normal girls striving to take over the world. From the minds that you brought you www.empressmag.com and www.empress-socialclub.com comes a blog about the every day shenanigans of modern day superheroes.
NOTE* this is just a collection of our thoughts and opinions. Sometimes ignorance, anger & cursing may occur!Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-33742412016556901752010-01-14T15:02:00.000-05:002010-01-14T15:02:41.743-05:00The Earthquake in Haiti<a href="http://www.empressmag.com/the-juice/the-earthquake-in-haiti">The Earthquake in Haiti</a>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-24386853950244958132010-01-14T14:28:00.000-05:002010-01-14T14:28:34.400-05:00Quality Sex vs Quantity Sex<a href="http://empressmag.com/love-sex-etc/quality-sex-vs-quantity-sex">Quality Sex vs Quantity Sex</a>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-88136702581686755372009-05-11T10:33:00.003-04:002009-05-11T10:37:36.083-04:00Mother's Day AnticsSo I had a really good <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Mother's day</span></strong>, despite the fact that I woke up late and went to the wrong place in the city and missed the Mother's Day lunch cruise...lol.. only me... luckily, my mom, lil sis and I were able to pick up the cruise in NJ. It was a good time. I love hanging out with my mom and sis, they are extensions of me and their love is real.<br /><br />Anywhoo, my mother had a great time as I did too except for the fact I kind of was hungover from the night before. I don't think she noticed though, but then again mom's notice everything......Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-36637170979563005472009-04-27T10:53:00.000-04:002009-04-27T10:54:30.246-04:00New Articles on EmpressMag.com 4/27<a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/26/hair-breakage-how-to-avoid-hair-breakage-and-prevent-damage/">Hair Breakage - How To Avoid Hair Breakage and Prevent Damage?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/26/questions-to-ask-on-a-first-date/">Questions To Ask On a First Date</a><br /><br /><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/26/reducing-belly-fat/">Reducing Belly Fat</a>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-89278785172458505902009-04-27T10:49:00.000-04:002009-04-27T10:50:30.594-04:00How To Get Over Someone or Something???“Do what you feel until you don’t feel the need to do it anymore”<br /><br />- At some point you’ll want to stop on your own and it won’t be forced, it will be easy. Flow with the current, not against it. People always look out for their own best interests, therefore when you come to realize in your own time that something or someone is not good for you or doesn’t fit into your life, you can stop and let it go and not miss what isn’t meant to be. - JWEEZYJweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-60211049639454227512009-04-20T12:41:00.001-04:002009-04-20T12:43:48.309-04:00New Articles on Empressmag.com 4/20/09Check check check em out......<br /><br /><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/19/beauty-skin-care/">Beauty Skin Care</a><br /><br /><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/19/this-new-thing-they-call-jogging/">This New Thing Called Jogging</a><br /><br /><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/19/mending-a-relationship-back-to-health-7-tips-to-success/">Mending A Relationship Back To Health /// 7 Tips To Success</a>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5613035174127704952009-04-20T11:20:00.004-04:002009-04-20T11:22:48.869-04:00Here We Go....<strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">Last week this time I was in Miami, sipping on a Call A Cab eating a chicken quesedilla at Wet Willies... time is such a damn illusion. Its so fleeting, so transient. One moment your on the beach and the next your back in your cubicle.... sigh</span></strong>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-14816965448724824522009-03-30T18:03:00.006-04:002009-03-30T18:15:32.158-04:00He Must Love Me.....<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">because my unstable ass fell 3 times on Saturday night and although I knew he was annoyed as hell he still picked me up all 3 times and didn't act like a jerk for me being so clumsy and damn embarrassing…<span style="color:#3333ff;">lmaooooo…</span><br /><br />he said “yo, you got to stay close to me when you feel yourself getting shaky”…awww</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><em>Signing off…. me and wobbly ankles and yes I was drinking but I WASNT drunk.. .4 realzzzzz</em></span></strong>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-53293725699166680772009-03-30T11:11:00.002-04:002009-03-30T11:15:56.193-04:00Check It Check It: New Articles on Empressmag.com<strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/30/living-the-life-meet-me-in-brasil/">Living The Life /// Meet Me In Brasil</a></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/30/would-you-sacrifice-your-happiness-for-security/">Would You Sacrifice Your Happiness For Security?</a></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/30/why-am-i-still-single/">Why Am I Still Single?</a></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a title="Permanent Link to The Self-Esteem’s Vampires" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/15/the-self-esteems-vampires/" rel="bookmark"><strong>The Self-Esteem’s Vampires</strong></a><br /><br /><a title="Permanent Link to The Power Of Love - Discovering The Love That Lies Within Us All" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/15/the-power-of-love-discovering-the-love-that-lies-within-us-all/" rel="bookmark"><strong>The Power Of Love - Discovering The Love That Lies Within Us All</strong></a>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-4654001646607870982009-03-30T10:27:00.002-04:002009-03-30T10:39:12.988-04:00The Law of Least Effort<a href="http://www.chopra.com/files/images/leasteffort.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chopra.com/files/images/leasteffort.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Nature’s intelligence functions with effortless ease . . . with carefreeness, harmony, and love. And when we harness the forces of harmony, joy, and love, we create success and good fortune with effortless ease.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I will put the Law of Least Effort into effect by making a commitment to take the following steps:</div><br /><div><br />1. I will practice Acceptance. Today I will accept people, situations, circumstances, and events as they occur. I will know that this moment is as it should be, because the whole universe is as it should be. I will not struggle against the whole universe by struggling against this moment. My acceptance is total and complete. I accept things as they are this moment, not as I wish they were.</div><br /><div><br />2. Having accepted things as they are, I will take Responsibility for my situation and for all those events I see as problems. I know that taking responsibility means not blaming anyone or anything for my situation (and this includes myself). I also know that every problem is an opportunity in disguise, and this alertness to opportunities allows me to take this moment and transform it into a greater benefit.</div><br /><div><br />3. Today my awareness will remain established in Defenselessness. I will relinquish the need to defend my point of view. I will feel no need to convince or persuade others to accept my point of view. I will remain open to all points of view and not be rigidly attached to any one of them. </div><div>-<a href="http://www.chopra.com/laws/leasteffort"> source</a></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Deep Ish... This is one of the Seven Spiritual Laws of Success written by Deepak Chopra. Seriously the book takes like 1hr to read but in it holds what I believe is the true path to happiness and success. I would encourage everyone to read it. Imagine if we truly accepted things they way they were. Stop fighting against a situation or moment, it only fights you back. Acceptance defeats resistance......</span></strong></div>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-16338973947962455862009-03-18T21:27:00.002-04:002009-03-18T21:35:32.172-04:00Let Me Get Deep For A Minute...Right now in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">South Africa,</span></span> men are committing corrective rapes against lesbians. What the hell is corrective about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">rape</span>? It shouldn't even be in the same sentence. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway, gangs of men are going around raping lesbians, with the thought that they will become straight. It supposedly shows them what they are missing. Dick, I guess is the best thing since white bread (whatever). It's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">HORRIBLE</span>. Africa not just South Africa, needs to get it together, I'm sorry. They are over there raping women so easily. </div><div><br /></div><div>Rape is wrong in any country and victimizers should be punished. <div><br /></div><div>Check out this video and see how deep it is:</div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="448" height="374"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh3xsPkYdscK0lsArP"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh3xsPkYdscK0lsArP" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed> </object><br /></div>Sha Shahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-19299544050545265592009-03-12T23:06:00.004-04:002009-03-12T23:16:36.067-04:00ADD<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Urra</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sittin</span> here about to write a post and just saw a preview of an Oprah showing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Montell</span> Williams (bald head <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">weirdo</span> with the talk show) crying...um.....yeah..i don't know why either... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span> back to the point of this post.<br /><br />actually I don't have a point<br /><br />shit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">im</span> getting bored already<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>just great</strong></span><br /><br />let me think<br /><br />oh yes.. here I go<br /><br />um...............................................<br />nope false alarm.....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I'll be back</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />waittttt. I have a point now..I think I have ADD for real. I can't focus on one thing at a time. I get bored just doing one task and feel the need to do something else. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">urgh</span>. I hate that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Thats</span> why I want to start practicing yoga more seriously. Currently, I try to practice one a week..but I want to get to the point where I practice every day, so I can be on my mellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ish</span>.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">namaste</span>, om and all that jazz.<br /><br />Maybe one day I'll open up my own yoga studio, and teach other ADD peeps to focus and breathe... 1,2, 3............Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-54159423568995279302009-02-22T17:53:00.007-05:002009-02-22T18:21:04.798-05:00Happy BirthMonth To ME!!!<div>So I know its been like forever since I blogged (and lets not talk about Sha's lack of blogging) but here I am........owww</div><br /><div>My birthday was earlier this month (Feb 6th) to be exact. And no lie I started celebrating it the end of January and it ended last night.</div><br /><div>First event was the ski trip. 11 black people, 1 fly ass cabin, maddd bottles of liquor, a outdoor heated pool and jacuzzi..... do you even have to ask? It was amazinggggg. We as a group decided that we need to go back to this at least once a year. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">The Ski Cabin</div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeluzoPDmlCqGRTPZhkEyRlCAKcdbGSokqvnrx1pQN58zur7x3OEy_X243Z57dTElT7u8DFDWJem6mJhadkm7lI5wgTTrPqqxANjPKs8-EOnzknflEJrb5HrsakWcnj1-AP10phdiBV8Ma/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305759898677714994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeluzoPDmlCqGRTPZhkEyRlCAKcdbGSokqvnrx1pQN58zur7x3OEy_X243Z57dTElT7u8DFDWJem6mJhadkm7lI5wgTTrPqqxANjPKs8-EOnzknflEJrb5HrsakWcnj1-AP10phdiBV8Ma/s400/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Highlights of the trips: Playing drunk hide and go seek in the house 4am, the dance contest where my team for sure won, the freestyle battles where I got eathered by this epic line "fake Adidas sweats with the tight shirt"- lmao , the football game in the heated outdoor pool, when it started snowing while we were in the outside jacuzzi. Aww man- sooo many memories. </p><p>The next weekend which was my actual bday weekend, I went to a reggae spot with the bf, it was a celebration for Bob Marley. Bob & I were born on the same day, I often joke that I'm the reincarnation of him.. That Friday (BdAY DAY) i was off work and decided to take it ez, went to a hibachi restaurant with the bf and then to a posh bar in the city , Flatiron lounge. Cocktails had me niceee. Then went home and drank bubbly till I fell asleep..lol<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBL2S2Kuvo_-h-F9fx9o-VE2O5InQETBYkgK47pmCyn_wgzEILunbG_zlwejz6qCPSx6YgDhcpo2d4aK8Nzhkwcv1-CBjI9onVKp886I1xcm3Q1ef3fQsrGAe1eWXS1A1dkYkZjj3GUKl/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763938097310338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBL2S2Kuvo_-h-F9fx9o-VE2O5InQETBYkgK47pmCyn_wgzEILunbG_zlwejz6qCPSx6YgDhcpo2d4aK8Nzhkwcv1-CBjI9onVKp886I1xcm3Q1ef3fQsrGAe1eWXS1A1dkYkZjj3GUKl/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpB7pcqL5ycY23egFUZt3h0CMj0bpm7pJFDiSI3No4yB2r-Cy_yYc4q_WWh7UvgymdzBCvN5bCu0BC3byUZVMqKRFmYbVJZ7Wuu-26LqlCN6LXbedwMCxaadtlD4ZZmgkGXcOS8ADM3WI/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305764380648721810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpB7pcqL5ycY23egFUZt3h0CMj0bpm7pJFDiSI3No4yB2r-Cy_yYc4q_WWh7UvgymdzBCvN5bCu0BC3byUZVMqKRFmYbVJZ7Wuu-26LqlCN6LXbedwMCxaadtlD4ZZmgkGXcOS8ADM3WI/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p></p><p>Next day went out to eat with the mom and went to see In the Heights on Broadway. Every year my mom takes me to see a Broadway play for a birthday, we have been doing that since I was 16. So this year made it the 10th year...awwww </p><p>After that my friends and I got together and chilled in my media room. Got GIFTS , ate pizza , DRANK and made our way to the clizzub. BUT thats when the bday celebration took a turn. We got pulled over for my friend having dark tints on her window, then the punk ass cop claimed to smell liquor in the car, next thing I know they are hauling off my homie in the police van arresting her. Can you say WTF! So basically the rest of the weekend was spent trying to bust her out of jail. Monday morn she got out and luckily she didn't get charged with a DUI or anything serious but we def. all learned a valuable lesson from that one.</p><p>That drama had my friends and I re-do my bday celebration, so last nite the homies and I went out again. We had fun, there were a few mishaps again but f' it , I rung in my 26th bday in style. More things happened but this post is mad long and I'm getting bored.....lol</p><br /><br /><p><br /><br /> </p><div></div>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-25734312259169473872009-01-26T10:41:00.001-05:002009-01-26T10:43:46.385-05:001/26: New Articles On Empressmag.com<strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/25/stand-by-your-manicure/">Stand by Your Manicure- A Single Girl's Life</a></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/25/how-to-prepare-for-a-lay-off-from-an-employees-perspective/"><strong>How to Prepare for a Lay Off From an Employee’s Perspective</strong></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/25/return-the-magic-to-your-relationship/">Return the Magic to Your Relationship</a></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-17161758479004722492009-01-21T10:45:00.002-05:002009-01-21T10:54:12.234-05:00Love StuckLove , Emotions, Relationships - so weird, so unexplainable, so not easy!<br /><strong><strong><strong></strong></strong></strong><br /><strong><strong><strong>The only law is the law of the heart<br />Follow your heart, be free<br />Experience what life has for you<br />Most importantly, be honest<br />If your relationship is real,<br />It will bear the strain and<br />deepen</strong></strong></strong><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Or what about being inexplicably drawn to someone for no rhyme or reason. Ever have that feeling?<br /><br /><strong><p><strong>I think we are drawn to the light that we can recognize in each<br />other, shining in its own unique way.<br />Every person is unique, therefore<br />every relationship is unique.<br />We are magnetically drawn to others who we<br />sense are on a similar frequency to ourselves. We feel a kinship with them, and<br />I think somewhere deep down, being able to relate to someone awakens the memory of Oneness, and we long to return to this Oneness again. </strong></p><p><strong> </p><br /></strong></strong><strong><strong></strong></strong>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6548928387094615572009-01-19T10:38:00.001-05:002009-01-19T10:40:16.795-05:001/19 : New Articles On Empressmag.com<strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/19/hold-out-for-a-man-who-will-adore-you/">Hold Out for a Man Who Will Adore You</a></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/19/a-not-so-alternative-way-of-keeping-in-shape/">A Not so Alternative Way of Keeping in Shape</a></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/19/how-to-have-a-happy-love-life/">How to Have a Happy Love Life</a></strong>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-43961820499127013532009-01-12T15:59:00.003-05:002009-01-12T16:14:01.871-05:00Some Ignorant Ish....<div>Sometimes I wish I wasn't so damn responsible...<br /></div><div>like you know the saying of "those who know better do better"...well god dammit, i don't want to know better, I don't want to know shit, I want to live my life and spend like there ain't no tomorrow...</div><br /><div>If I didn't know better, I would forgo paying my mortgage and buy my dream car, a range...<br /></div><div>like I could sleep and eat in that car, who needs an apartment or house or 401K? </div><p></p><br /><p></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefTGr2tJ17EAK22jzbkF/SIG=125a57qcb/EXP=1231880518/**http%3A//static.blogo.it/deluxeblog/Range_Rover.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>But no, here I am being financially responsible....driving in lil ole Betsy, reliable but not a RANGE!</div><div> </div><div>This financially responsible shit better pay off 4 realz for all the sacrifices my ego is making right now... 4 realz...and its not just my ego but all the other responsibilities that come with being so damn responsible...</div><div> </div><div>strangely though, something tells me that it is...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>“ Ego is the biggest enemy of humans. ” Rig Veda quotes </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>“Give up all bad qualities in you, banish the ego and develop the spirit of surrender. You will then experience Bliss.” Sri Sathya Sai Baba quotes (Indian Spiritual leader, b.1926)</strong></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-52314760684460611092009-01-12T10:18:00.002-05:002009-01-12T10:23:54.274-05:001/12 : New Articles On Empressmag.com<strong>Check check check-em out....</strong><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a title="Permanent Link to How To Transform Past Painful Emotions For Your Success" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/11/how-to-transform-past-painful-emotions-for-your-success/" rel="bookmark">How To Transform Past Painful Emotions For Your Success</a></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a title="Permanent Link to Love Meter: 5 Clues You Are in a Toxic Relationship" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/11/love-meter-5-clues-you-are-in-a-toxic-relationship/" rel="bookmark">Love Meter: 5 Clues You Are in a Toxic Relationship</a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a title="Permanent Link to Staying Stress Free in the Credit Crisis" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/11/staying-stress-free-in-the-credit-crisis/" rel="bookmark">Staying Stress Free in the Credit Crisis</a></div></div></div>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-52635304803796522642009-01-05T22:06:00.002-05:002009-01-05T22:16:25.955-05:00New Year New Ish- To Give Up or Not?<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Damn Damn Damn</span><br /><br />How long has it been<br /><br />a couple months I think...ok maybe just one...that Sha or I wrote<br /><br />we have been going through major drama with re-developing our website. Every time we try to get our website re-done (<a href="http://www.empressmag.com/">www.empressmag.com</a>) something happens, a web designer disappears or disappoints. I can't even count the times we thought we were close to getting somewhere, to the next level, and bam nothing happens, our dreams are shattered.<br /><br />Honestly, sometimes I just want to give up. How many times are you supposed to try something before shit gives? How many times can you take disappointment? What the hell is the point?<br /><br />But something keeps us going, not sure what it is because we seem to have been running in a circle for a while now, but running in circles beats laying down and giving up.... at least we're in shape right?<br /><br />WHEN Empress reaches its full potential, Sha and I will have a story to tell. We won't give up...we can't.... we came this far and what would be the point for all this hard work, money & time spent.<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>Viva La Empress....</strong></span><br /><br /><strong>""When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place." - Unknown</strong>Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-27484525463794065522008-11-23T20:42:00.005-05:002008-11-23T20:59:47.747-05:00Holla At Me<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Damn I haven't blogged since Obama won. What the hell!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Why is it a Sunday and I'm sipping? Oh well, such is life.<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 514px;" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/lpi5358_67.jpg?v=1&c=NewsMaker&k=2&d=896493F44C2F1602AEAFED9B6B0918D0E30A760B0D811297" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div>So this weekend was a bit slow. Friday I went to one of my favorite restaurants in Bklyn..oooh how I love that place. If they didn't cost so much I would go there every week.<div><br /></div><div>Went to a reggae party on Friday and suprisingly it got crowded pretty early (1am). I was surprised because all the Jamaican parties I usually go to, I take a nap in the corner by the speaker..lol...then wake up at 3am when everyone shows up. Sorry, I get to the club before they start charging. I don't see the purpose in paying unless it's someone's birthday or Christmas uhmm maybe even Thanksgiving.</div><div><br /></div><div>But this was the cool thing about this particular party. I was able to sneak a water bottle of jesus water into the spot. They weren't checking bags when my homegirl and I walked in. Then I thought, let me see if I can get that bottle in here. </div><div><br /></div><div>I walked back to the car. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">sidenote:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Don't you hate when you have to sneak into your own damn car cause there are so many other ppl waiting for a park that when they see you pull out your key they are on your ass. "you leaving", they'll ask. "Nah", now please move on because I'm by myself and yall look suspect as hell</span>. I put an empty water bottle into my purse along with the Jesus juice as a decoy. I walked into the club and the bouncer said "open your bag" and he saw the water bottle, but low and behold mama had the alcohol in a secret compartment. I got in with my juice, I'll def be returning there again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why was that the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">highlight</span></span> of my night...lmaoo. Saturday was chilled, finally picked up my dinner table and just chilled with the parentals. Anywho, how did your weekend go?</div></div></div>Sha Shahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-44919436878531946362008-11-04T23:11:00.007-05:002008-11-04T23:35:40.942-05:00OBAMA WINS!!!!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mobasoft.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/barack-obama-official-small.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://mobasoft.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/barack-obama-official-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I'M CRYING!!!!!! I'm not the one for tears but this got to me. Our first <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">black president</span></span>, do you know what this means. There is a black woman who will be in a white house who won't be a slave, who won't be the help. Just years ago our grandparents couldn't vote and now we have a black man in the white house. Damn yall.<div>Oh Obama I hope there will be change and you will show us even more history making. McCain you gave him a good fight but Obama is the man. Now as I watch McCain speaking, I see the tears welling up in his eyes. But it will be ok, there will be change, there has to be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CHANGE</span></span></span>.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Young people there is no excuse anymore. With our first black president, there is not limit.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">First people I spoke to:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> My Dad, DKH, JSM, DAG, CDA. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Where was I:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> At home, in WB, sippin on that..</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I will never forget this day.</span></span></div>Sha Shahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-74751444554514272402008-10-24T16:22:00.003-04:002008-10-24T16:39:59.147-04:00I Need Another Job Just So I Can Go To The Movies<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">WTF....</span><br /><br />trying to see Saw V tonight<br /><br />I want to buy the ticks before hand<br /><br />cause you know how crazy people get at the movie theatres (especially on the movies first night) and its FRIDAY...<br /><br />so I am about to buy the ticks online<br /><br />through Fandango<br /><br />and 2 mofo ticks cost 25$ fing bucks... why is there a $2 service charge? Why does one ticket cost $11.50? I can get a outfit at Forever 21 for $11.50, well not really but you know what I mean...<br /><br />This is some shitJweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-3493906714038753582008-10-23T10:23:00.002-04:002008-10-23T11:18:08.010-04:00Almost MissingI find myself missing someone I shouldn’t. I hate when that happens and it usually occurs between <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>“my boo”</strong></span> stages. It's when I just stopped dating someone and now I’m creeping for the next boo..lol. But why do I miss him<strong>?<br /></strong><br />I could be myself around him. I could curse, drink, yell and do other things without him looking at me weird or making me feel uncomfortable. That type of guy is hard to come by. The type, where you can sleep on his bare chest and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993399;">drool</span> </span>(yeah when I’m that damn sleepy anything can happen lol) and when you wake up and realize what happened and your embarrassed as hell he wipes the spit off his chest and says “don’t worry about it” and puts your head back on his chest. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>DAMN!</strong></span> Or he’ll give you his last 20 dollars so you can get your hair done because he felt that is what a man should do.<br /><br />But we’re not together for a reason. Although he showed me attention and cared for me, it wasn’t meant to last. He loved his homeboys way too much, he went to jail <span style="font-size:130%;">twice</span> for <span style="font-size:130%;">30</span> days and never told me why, what type of shit is that. To this day I still can’t believe I let him get away with that one lol. His ex, at the time I’m pretty sure she wasn’t his ex, kicked in the door while I was there (that’s another story). Then after a while he was just broke and didn’t want to do anything with his life but party and buy clothes. He wasn’t the dependable guy I knew before and I was over it.<br /><br />So I guess I just miss the good things because the bad things are way up there too. I wonder how he’s doing it’s been a few months since we last spoke and he usually reappears every other month. So hopefully he’s happy or maybe missing me just a little too…haha.Sha Shahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-58850417474775612772008-10-19T23:34:00.006-04:002008-10-20T12:51:01.481-04:00Magic Pt 1- "I'm Ready"The text came through and hit Kailah like a ton of bricks <span style="color:#000099;"><strong>"I want you back"</strong></span> . She couldn't believe what she was reading. After 6 months the guy who she was trying to forget, the guy who she was working on erasing from her memory just threw a monkey wrench in her rehab process.<br /><br />She stared at the words in disbelief.<br /><br />Tony never had perfect timing, he always chose the wrong time to speak up, the wrong time to come back. She was happy now, happier with Mike than she had ever been in a long time. Things at her job were going great, she was working her way up to be the number one candidate for the next round of promotions, she was going to the gym every other day and getting her body more toned and healthy than ever, she even began to forget about him.<br /><br />It was the first time in a couple of weeks that her mind forgot that a guy named Tony ever existed, that a guy named Tony was able to take her heart without even trying and without even caring.<br /><br />Mike and Kailah were on their way to a night on the town. He had just picked her up and surprised her with flowers. After all these years he still knew what to do to make Kailah feel special. "Thank you sweetie, your so sweet" and she kissed him lightly but passionately on the lips before he drove off.<br /><br />While Kailah wanted to stay focused on the beautiful warm summer night and all the fun she would have with Mike, she couldn't stop thinking about the text she just received. I'm not going to text back she decided. He doesn't mean it, he probably meant to text someone else, Tony would never text me that, she kept repeating in her head until she almost believed it.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#000000;">Her phone vibrated again, she looked down, it was another text.</span><strong> "I know what your thinking but your wrong, I mean it and I'm ready, when can I see you?"</strong></span> ...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">( 6 months earlier)</span><br /><br />"Do what you want to do, he prob really loves you" Tony said matter of factly. Kailah stood their in disbelief. "That's all your going to say?, well, How do you feel about me?" she said.<br /><br />There was silence, "Look, I told you already where I stand, so its your choice to make"<br /><br />She wanted him to say something else, to tell her that he loved her and that he would be the man she always knew he could be. " I know its my choice but I just want to know how you feel about me, you never tell me, you don't show me, how am I just supposed to know?" Kailah said.<br /><br /><br /><br />"Kailah, I care for you so I want you to be happy besides your looking for me to recite something from a movie, its not going to happen, you know who I am, you know what it is, if you have to question it then you should go back to what you know"<br /><br />She wanted to yell "I WANT TO KNOW YOU, I WANT YOU" why couldn't he just see that.<br /><br />Instead she said calmly "Look, I know who you are and I tried to accept that, I really did. You know I really like you, more than you know, I'm willing to take the risk with you and step out on the ledge, with you, if you can just look me in the eyes and tell me your willing to step out on the ledge too"<br /><br /><br />He paused looked at her and shook his head, instead of pulling her into his arms he looked away. "I really can't stay much longer, maybe we can discuss this another time." he said. He towered over her as he reached his arm out to hold up her chin, she was fighting back the tears, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'll call you later today" and he walked away. He never did call, she didn't hear from him again.....Jweezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-44786184804691047822008-10-16T15:44:00.006-04:002008-10-19T23:34:53.862-04:00Introducing Magic...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0rF5ZJlI1ytHN1Y0twXTsblma1Yo6EiDOVJ7_tI4V8rM4kQS8t17VMQYXMekkV-CShF0WBejpahv8dKgLPtHagl1ebNykCl-loBvCGhsDWlX2B2yMkp5_D0lBmRydaJuoQJ8etbi2tYI/s1600-h/couple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257846716231483138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0rF5ZJlI1ytHN1Y0twXTsblma1Yo6EiDOVJ7_tI4V8rM4kQS8t17VMQYXMekkV-CShF0WBejpahv8dKgLPtHagl1ebNykCl-loBvCGhsDWlX2B2yMkp5_D0lBmRydaJuoQJ8etbi2tYI/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">What happens</span> when lovers who are meant to be never become? Old timers love to say "You always loose the first one". The first one who makes your skin tingle with an ever so gently touch, the one who makes you smile with just the sight of their face or the one who wanted to be yours but denied their heart. Welcome to a world of betrayal, love, joy, and heartache. Where emotions change on a whim.<br /><br />Where a man believes that he has met his true love but is forced to hold back his feelings because she has a boyfriend. Insecurity plagues his heart, concealing the emotions he wants to share with her, but always holding back, will the day ever come where he professes his love?<br /><br />Her love, is it him, she really wants?<br /><br />Torn between the unknown and the planned future, what really lies ahead?<br /><br /><em>Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Now you may be curious to what this is all about. Tune in weekly for <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>Magic</strong></span>, a love story that all of us can relate to regardless of age, gender, or race. Supposedly love has no boundaries, but for some it does and for those who cross those boundaries find themselves in a world of unchartered land. </span></em>Sha Shahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646noreply@blogger.com0