tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325803742024-03-04T23:53:03.240-05:00alicia bee- RANDOM BLURBS FROM A WRITER IN TORONTO -♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-7540751220564738312010-01-02T08:39:00.004-05:002010-11-24T15:47:12.865-05:00website girl.<a href="http://aliciabee.com/">alicia bee dot com - coming soon</a>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-77657808913086157162009-05-30T23:07:00.013-04:002009-07-07T09:54:59.168-04:00cleveland cavs lose to orlando magic.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355715104499987906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6rJMrb9WC0RelD43rG5aEQ7ksSmPC7NxpqMPHmtdlzM1Z5hKdkHjkGnTELBENFa_7LXNCuqRIUYYzJFLzOiHpppCyfz2BsKp-yHZmf9_w4cNj9IIFmKfN6cOi5JjdQYwVV0dJw/s320/clev.bmp" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's a wrap!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">IMAGE VIA WAXX.TV</span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.nba.com/magic/index_main.html">Orlando Magic</a> have <em>officially</em> defeated the <a href="http://www.nba.com/cavaliers/index_main.html">Cleveland Cavaliers </a>(4-2) in the 2009 Playoff Series.</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">After watching Game One, I <em>knew</em> <strong>Magic</strong> would give the <strong>Cavs</strong> a run for their money, but I never saw this coming. Dreams of mine and many, of seeing <strong>Lebron James</strong> and <strong>Kobe</strong> <strong>Bryant</strong> go head-to-head have been destroyed. The late nights of constant yelling and screaming at the television have come to an end - the end of an era. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">When it comes down to the <strong>Los Angeles Lakers</strong> and the <strong>Denver Nuggets</strong>, WHO GOT NEXT?!</span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-85340121763328310792009-05-16T22:31:00.016-04:002009-07-02T08:38:22.358-04:00persia white covers strange fruit.<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">In 2004, during an urban high school musical (I know), is when I first heard <strong>Billie Holiday's</strong> <em>"Strange Fruit".</em> I know, pretty late in the game, right? Tell me about it. But nevertheless, I fell ridiculously in love with the song and became obsessed with finding covers. Sadly, my obsession turned into pure laziness and I stopped searching, until I randomnly came across <strong>Persia White's</strong> version in 2005.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="justify"><a href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/pv/Persia%20White-18.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px" alt="" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/pv/Persia%20White-18.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Persia White</strong>, who played the role of 'Lynn Searcy' on the once hit TV series, <em><strong>Girlfriends</strong></em>, has been a <strong>Myspace</strong> "friend" of mine for forever and a day. While browsing through her page, I learned that she's a part of a rock/alternative band called <a href="http://www.myspace.com/xeo3"><strong>XEO3</strong></a><strong>,</strong> where she does the vocals.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">PHOTO VIA STARPULSE.COM</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was then that I saw their demo covering, <em>"Strange Fruit"</em>. It is the most amazing cover of that song that I've ever heard, and I've played it out constantly throughout the years. Of course, at the time, <em><strong>Girlfriends</strong></em> was still on the air. For me, the shock of watching her play Lynn's character and listening to the track as herself, <strong>Persia White</strong>, only made it that much more intriguing. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">There was even a 40 second clip of a video for that song on their page - honestly, what better!? But over the years that's all there was - a 40 second clip. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Finally today, with the help of my good friend <strong>YouTube</strong>, the FULL video appeared in my 'Recommended for You', haha. Being fresh obsessed as im is, I feel like it's my duty to give this video to the world. </span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Enjoy. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs">Click here</a> for a live video of Billie Holiday singing the original version.</span></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><center><param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZ12MZzXpJo&hl=en&fs=1" name="movie"></param><param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"></param><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZ12MZzXpJo&hl=" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://xeo3music.com/">XEO3 DOT COM</a></span></center>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-31873434567559318102009-05-13T15:09:00.007-04:002009-05-13T15:40:07.788-04:00got goals?<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Internet is becoming rather boring, and quite frankly I can't take it! </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(Please excuse my proper speaking. I've just finished watching <strong>Mommie Dearest</strong> and it's just one of those movies).</span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Out of complete and utter boredom I decided to read my goals. On a perfectly boring day in school last semester I randomnly decided to write all that I wanted to accomplish. Not what I wanted to accomplish in life overall, just little things that I wanted for myself here and there. I wrote on every line front-to-back, folded the paper and placed it in my wallet. I figured I needed to put it somewhere crazy accessible and besides my bed, laptop and cell phone, my wallet is one of the things I use the most. And anyways, it's not like I could've written my goals all over my bed sheets.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="http://nicoleleeartistry.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/goals.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://nicoleleeartistry.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/goals.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">I went to grab for it a second ago and couldn't believe the perfect shape it was in. It's the most mint-conditioned anything in my wallet besides my plastics. Despite all of my old receipts and unnecessay papers, I can spot it quite easily. I thought I would take a look at it more often, but I haven't at all. Everytime I read it, it makes me laugh. So many bloody things on there and so little I've actually done. I know I'll get around to them though. I have to, <strong>for myself</strong>.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I was well reluctant in creating this post because it sounds like the most immature thing to do. But I can't stress how much doing this can actually help a person. I don't know what posessed me to do it in the first place, maybe I was fed up - who knows? Just give it a try. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Too often people preach about things that never end up happening. <em><strong>"I'd love to tell you but you gotta buy the book first, bitch!"</strong></em> Book when?! By whom?! <em><strong>"I plan on going back to school one day..."</strong></em> When?! Say what you mean and mean what you say!!! (That was <strong>Ms. Swan</strong> right there. I swear I have Multiple Personality Disorda). It makes it that much easier to just write it down because that way it is set in stone. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The moral of the story is, next time you dream up of all the things you wish to accomplish, follow me and write them down. Although <strong>I've</strong> been slacking, <em>you</em> can get so much more done! And you'll feel damn good once you get to it, too. </span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-46531201177115515632009-01-16T17:21:00.013-05:002010-11-24T21:40:00.361-05:00'it's bad boy, bitch'.<div align="justify"><a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/notorious/notorious_galleryposter.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 270px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/notorious/notorious_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >In honor of <strong>Bad Boy Records</strong> and the <a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/notorious/">biopic film</a> (in theatres today!) featuring the most successful artist on <strong>Bad Boy</strong>'s label, The <strong>Notorious B.I.G.</strong>,<strong> </strong>I have decided to post two videos. The videos are part one and part two of Bad Boy's perfomance at The Source Awards of 95'. <strong>P.Diddy</strong> (formerly known as <strong>Puff Daddy</strong> along with a string of other names), <strong>Craig Mack</strong>, <strong>Faith Evans</strong>, <strong>Biggie</strong>, <strong>Total, Junior Mafia </strong>and <strong>Lil' Kim </strong>all made an appearance. <strong>Bad Boy</strong> was doing the damn thing that year and came to show and prove in Los Angeles. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >PHOTO VIA YAHOO.COM</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >I'm going out to watch this movie (to the right, to the right) in a little bit and I must say I'm excited. I'm excited because this is one of the first biopic's about a rapper since <strong>Tupac Shakur's</strong> <em><strong><a href="http://www.tupac-resurrection.com/">Tupac Resurrection</a></strong></em> in 2003. Not only that, but the last time I sat in a movie theatre that I knew would have an enthusiastic audience was when I watched <strong>Eminem's <em><a href="http://www.8-mile.com/">8 Mile</a></em></strong> in 2002 - pretty long time! I <strong>love</strong> rapping along in those kind of movies. That's why for me, it's a <em>must, must, must</em> to watch these movies on opening night. I <em>do</em> have my own thoughts on how the movie's success will turn out though. I believe that the movie will do <strong>amazing</strong> in sales, but the reviews will be poor. The reason I say this is because while watching the trailers for the movie, I thought the acting was not believable. Don't get me wrong, they couldn't have found another <strong>Biggie</strong> closer in appearance, looks, and voice than <strong>Jamal Woolard </strong>(pictured above). It's just that it's <em>sooo</em> hard in general to cast actors for a movie when you already know who the characters are in real life. Maybe I'm wrong though - we'll see.</span></div><br /><center><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4G9Sz_H7MM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4G9Sz_H7MM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></center><br /><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >Enjoy the video. </span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >* The original <strong>YouTube</strong> links I wanted to post died, but I managed to find their final performance of the night doing <em><strong>"One More Chance."</strong></em></span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-72334960576248035442009-01-16T16:29:00.006-05:002009-01-16T17:20:54.315-05:00books for thought.<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">During the holidays and a week into the new year, I was able to read four books. </span><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:-8JyZqPjpqyN6M:http://www.badboyblog.com/media/1/20080715-keep-the-faith-a-memoir-book-cover-faith-evans.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:-8JyZqPjpqyN6M:http://www.badboyblog.com/media/1/20080715-keep-the-faith-a-memoir-book-cover-faith-evans.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-omkOI6GZZ-0qM:http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w207/Traci_92/kimosoriobookcover.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-omkOI6GZZ-0qM:http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w207/Traci_92/kimosoriobookcover.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:iGWMokqEeB43XM:http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51cVwbm8ymL.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:iGWMokqEeB43XM:http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51cVwbm8ymL.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ReK2ymbfOXOthM:http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n270439.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ReK2ymbfOXOthM:http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n270439.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0446199508/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link">Keep the Faith</a> by Faith Evans</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Straight from the Source by Kim Osorio</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0451222741/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link">Waking with Enemies</a> By Eric Jerome Dickey</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0525950869/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link">Dying for Revenge</a> by Eric Jerome Dickey</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">[click the book titles above to take a look inside - thanks to <strong>Amazon.com</strong>]</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">All of these books were so worth the read and all of them touched me in a different way! I planned to write a review for the <strong>Faith Evan</strong>'s book for the longest effin' time, but my laziness got the best of me. I wanted to hurry up and get that done before the <a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/notorious/"><strong>Notorious</strong> </a>movie was released but that's OK. I have a feeling the drama/hype stemming from that movie will continue on after today. </span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">I am going to write individual posts about each book in the coming weeks.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">For now, if anyone is interested in a good read - holler at them!</span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-14848974869033354662009-01-13T17:35:00.008-05:002010-11-24T15:38:29.556-05:00wanted: nahla ariela aubry<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Where in the world is <em><s>Carmen Sandiago</s></em> Baby</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> Nahla?!</span><br /><div align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.pictures.fp.zimbio.com/Halle+Berry+Daughter+Nahla+Ariela+Aubry+LA+2soUmGcpVnGl.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 236px;" src="http://www1.pictures.fp.zimbio.com/Halle+Berry+Daughter+Nahla+Ariela+Aubry+LA+2soUmGcpVnGl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >This beautiful baby girl is the daughter of <a href="http://www.hallewood.com/"><strong>Halle Berry</strong></a> and Canadian mo</span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >del </span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ><strong>Gabriel Aubry</strong> (no official website but be sure to look him up, he fine!). She was last seen pictured here (to the right, to</span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" > the right) with Halle and her mother, Judith at the zoo on August 30, 2008. Since then this baby godde</span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >ss has been absolutely nowhere to be found!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;" >PHOTO VIA HALLE-BERRY.ORG</span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >If she wasn't <strong>Halle</strong>'s baby, I would call this situation a <a href="http://defamer.com/hollywood/tom-cruise/suriwatch-ok-this-is-getting-a-little-ridiculous-185543.php">'Case of the Suri'</a>. To b</span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >e honest though, I'm not <em>too</em> surprised <strong>Baby Nahla</strong> has been unseen in the public eye, especially after <a href="http://www.actressarchives.com/news.php?id=11499">this</a> dramz. Pesky photogs took pictures of the baby and <strong>Halle</strong> in the backyard of their home. A little invasive? Very. But they can't stop, won't stop! Sigh*, at this rate the next time we'll see precious <strong>Baby Nahla</strong> is when she's five years old in an exclusive episode on the <strong>Oprah Winfrey Show</strong> headlined: <strong>Baby Nahla - She's Alive</strong>! Just Kiddi</span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >ng. I mean, she's a baby aft</span><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" >er all. I just think she is the cutest thing ever. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ><strong>Halle</strong> don't hide all that beauty!</span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-8500303968350079412009-01-07T11:00:00.012-05:002009-05-14T00:03:04.491-04:00school daze.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">What. the. eff.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I go back to school next week and I'm slowly dying. </span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did you hear me lord?! <strong>I'M DYING A SLOW DEATH, COME SAVE ME!</strong></span><strong> </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Once upon a childish time, I followed in the footsteps of some randoms at my high school and went to college for social work. It literally went something like this: </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Them: Have you applied for college yet?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Me</strong>: No, I have no idea what I'm doing!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Them: Apply for social work. That's what I'm doing. All you need is English!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Me:</strong> *seeing those flash-ing lights, lights, lights, lights</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">And right there it was a done deal, homie. I would go to school for social work, hol-ler. It was a two year program, it was the <em>"right"</em> thing to do, my parents would be proud and I would please </span><span style="font-size:85%;">the world. Honestly, <strong>WHAT</strong> better? It was like <em><strong>'Hell yea, where do I sign?'</strong></em> Until I pretty much signed my life away (a little overly dramatic). </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Long story short, I enjoyed my time there, I met a lot of cool people, learned a lot about myself and the field, and missed my graduation to go to Cuba with my father.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was 17 when I made the decision to go to school for social work. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was 19 when I made the decision to go to school for journalism. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">But I had to finish the program, I had to. I absolutely hate starting things without finishing them. I then took a year off and enrolled my ass into a journalism program. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Writer's Note:</span></strong> I'm pausing. This is a long pause.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Journalism, wow. Where do I begin? Should I begin? I'm not going to begin. What I <em>will</em> say is that it's a lot more than I expected. I did a little bit of Facebook research (asking current students what the program was like) and the response was good but the main thing they all said was "<strong><em>It's a lot of work"</em></strong>. Of couse, my first reaction was <strong><em>"Okaaaay, whatever!" </em></strong>I had just finished a two-year program at a school where I knew <em>no one</em> and <em>nothing</em> about college. I pratically grew up in that school, hunny. So naturally to me, nothing else could be harder.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, don't let me be the first to tell you how wrong I was!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">This college has this thing where on the first day of all of your classes, they get you to stand up in front of your "peers" and tell them why you are there. Rude! Haha, just kidding. When I did this in my social work days, I had to rehearse what I was going to say in my head before it was my turn. That alone made me realize social work wasn't for me. But I didn't stop. <strong>Can't </strong>stop. <strong>Won't</strong> stop! (the <strong>P. Diddy</strong> in me like's to come out sometimes). This time around, I didn't have that option. I was the first mutha what to be called up! Apparently, I am the first victim on all the class attendance lists. Annoying. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">I rolled my eyes and turned to my class and told them my long sob story about social work (honestly, "a-long-story-short", is never a short story with me). They showed <em>no</em> sympathy whatsoever. So then I began to tell them how much I loved to write and sat my ass down. One semester has gone by and I have realized that it is <strong><em>so so</em> <em>soooo</em></strong> much more then just 'loving to write'. Some people said they love to write poetry. That's nice - for YOU<strong> </strong>because the only poetry you'll be writing is this:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Sally went to school one day</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>In the journalism program, she must stay</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>One semester gone and was it a mistake?</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Now Sorry Sally has run away</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Run Sally run!!!!!! Just kidding. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Often times I think about dropping despite my amazing grades. I've never been more anxious to go on holidays then I was this time around. But I know in the end, I want this. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">So I'm going back, biatch. Two and a half more years to go. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Trust me, I'm counting down.</span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-49186876421162135822009-01-02T19:14:00.028-05:002009-05-31T22:22:54.467-04:00the rachel zoe show.<div align="justify"><a href="http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww183/alicianokeys/rachel.jpg?t=1243822560"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww183/alicianokeys/rachel.jpg?t=1243822560" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It's official: I've been hiding under a rock for the last four months.</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Scratch that - I've been working two jobs, babysitting for all kinds of crazy hours of the day, referring to 20 different schedules, and busting my ass in a full time journalism program.</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">PHOTO VIA ELLEUK.COM</span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Whatever the matter, I just know that I've missed out on a reality show to die! <strong><a href="http://www.bravotv.com/The_Rachel_Zoe_Project/season/1/index.php">THE RACHEL ZOE PROJECT SHOW!</a></strong> <em>Do you die? I die.</em> Trust me hunny, <strong>we</strong> die because that is just <em>one </em>of many phrases I've picked up on from watching the first season, haha.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;">For the completely unaware, <strong>Rachel Zoe</strong> is a fashion stylist to the stars. She has been in this business for decades, styling celebrities like <strong>Joy Bryant, Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan</strong> and <strong>Eve</strong> - just to name a <em>few</em>. She was once dubbed the name </span><a href="http://www.celebsource.org/nicole-richie/nicole-richie-calls-rachel-zoe-a-raisin-face/"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Raisin Face"</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> by former client, Nicole Richie and is occasionally the brunt of all jokes on </span><a href="http://perezhilton.com/category/rachel-zoe/"><span style="font-size:85%;">PerezHilton.com</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">. But were not even going to touch her <strong>Hall of Shame</strong> awards right now. <strong>Rachel Zoe</strong> is amazing - d</span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">one and done.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Her show is basically "A Day in the Life" style, showcasing exactly what someone of her status goes through on a daily basis. Unfortunately for people that crave the drama, it's pretty limited and nothing like your typical <strong>Flavor of Love</strong> hot ghetto mess. The drama is more like '<em><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh my god. We left the accessories for <strong>Jennifer Garner</strong> in <strong>LA</strong>, how the hell are we going to get them shipped to <strong>New York</strong> on time?!'</span></em> kind of drama. Unless of course you want to include longtime assistant Taylor and newbie assistant Brad's drama into the equation which is pretty ridiculous and petty.</span> </p><p align="justify"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/M_R/Ra_Rh/RachelZoeProject/Season1/rachel-zoe-project7.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">PHOTO VIA TVGUIDE.COM </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(Brad, Taylor, Rodger and Rachel)</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Let me tell you though, I've never heard this woman speak a day in my life until watching her show. I never knew who she was until those days in 2005-2006 <em>ish</em> when she was famous for styling all of <strong>Hollywood</strong>'s "it" girls. <em>I</em> <em>meeeean</em> (there goes another one, lol), her overall personality is quite blah dahling, but it's the way she talks, her mannerisms and her catch phrases that do it for me. Not to mention that her name should basically be Rachel "Ms. Exclusive" Effin' Zoe! Like honestly, what other stylist has access to an advanced look of <strong>Oscar de la Renta</strong> and <strong>Zac Posen</strong>'s fashion lines before they even hit the bloody runway? For all the glam fashionista's out there and the fashion-inspired that look up to her, this show is for you.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I watched a couple of episodes on </span><a href="http://www.yidio.com/show/the-rachel-zoe-project"><span style="font-size:85%;">Yidio.com</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> but they're linked from MegaVideo.com which is ghet-toe as hell. After watching 72 minutues (or some retarded number) of video, they freeze it and tell you to wait 54 minutes to watch another one or sign up for some nonsense membership that cost money. I'm not ballin', sorry.</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyways, just be sure to look out for the second season that should be airing sometime this year. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">You will die.</span></p>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-40960121675536197072008-12-29T19:39:00.007-05:002008-12-29T19:58:08.026-05:00alicia resurrection.<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Yeah, that was me two years ago.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />It <em>did</em> last ...until I decided to end the blog in June 2008. I deleted every blog entry I ever wrote except for the first one. I guess in the back of my mind I knew I would always come back to this. To my passion, that is writing.<br /><br />Now I'm back at it like a crack addict (wack, I know) with absolutely no sense of direction.<br /><br />I know I'll find my way.<br /><br />Hopefully, you'll follow.</span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32580374.post-1155687604140636692006-08-15T19:02:00.003-04:002010-11-24T20:51:10.337-05:00alicia bee is still here.<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">i've deleted about six different sentences from this blog so far and i've had enough. but that's just like me. if i write something down on paper and a letter or a word doesn't look nice, it get's thrown out. i have about a million pieces of paper in my house that have about six words in the first line and that's about it. so a couple years down the road from now, if there ends up being a paper shortage - you'll know it was me. anyways...growing up i always wanted to document my life but it always ended with me getting caught up in ...<em>shit.</em> i remember vowing to myself that once i turned 19, i was going to document everyday of my life on paper. considering the fact that we are in the 21st century i ended up briefly documenting my life on the net. unfortunately, i got myself caught up in <em>shit</em> once again. so now im back at it, and hopefully this time it sticks. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">i always write my thoughts down on paper, but never get the chance to elaborate on them. i think the most while im at work. although i appear to be on point while serving customers or speaking to employees, mentally my brain is elsewhere. it's in it's own little space. and at times,<strong> i</strong> appear to be in my own space too. some people take my blank expression as a means of me being grumpy....but little do they know my mind is moving at a million miles per hour. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">bev... an older employee of mine, tells me that her son david, and his girlfriend - sarah who have both worked at my store with me for a couple of years ... are getting married. i smile ... and without any hesitation i ask "how old are they?". after our little conversation... i couldn't help but re-evaluate what was just said. i stop at "how old are they?". mental thought: <em>sara and david are engaged. bev told me. the first thing i asked was how old they were. but love doesn't have an age. </em>that's good. write that one down. and there it goes on the same paper my store uses for the reciepts we give to the customers. ridiculous? yes. at times between serving a customer i even go as far as jotting down a thought or two ... making it seem like i am taking a pizza order or writing something important. the minute these random thoughts enter my brain, the faster they leave with no return. so i document them... point form... scribble them down so fast... to the point where sometimes i can't even make out what i wrote. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">seeing how tupac shakur lives in my bedroom... i thought it was very neccessary for me to watch <em>tupac resurrection</em>... for the first time. i actually read the book before i watched the movie... so for most of the movie i already knew what was going to be said next. while reading the book, a lot of things struck me to the point where i had to bookmark certain pages with strong points and opinions within the text. when you read a book and watch the movie, besides a slightly different storyline, or a twisted ending, there isn't much change. but because this is an autobiography, things like that don't change ... but your impact can... if i can even say such a thing. like i said before, the text had already struck me, but to hear those words vocally... was a total different story. it was like.. my whole life changed right before my eyes or something. i felt all weird and a bit crazy afterwards. i was in one of those 'moments' that you get into after watching a really good film.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">after watching <em><strong>x men 3</strong> </em>... i wanted to become a mutant. after watching <em><strong>girl, interrupted</strong> </em>... i wanted to be <em>that</em> girl... interrupted. after watching <em><strong>the hurricane</strong></em>, i wanted to be that guy who reached out to carter, wrote him all those letters. but this moment... seemed to last forever. that moment turned into a day, a week. that movie had me all kinds of fucked up. left me inspired in a way... inspired to be that person i know i should be. i always keep my thoughts to myself...thinking that people might feel the worst about my opinions. it's one thing when someone bashes facts, but when it's your own opinion.. thats when it burns. so here i am... being my own little tupac...writing my own thoughts and opinions down without any care or concern about anyones opinion. back in the day i used to think like... "if no one reads/comments my shit, why write about it?". i felt like it was an insult or something...that always rubbed me the wrong way. but now i find myself in '<em>i-dont-give-a-fuck' </em>mode. i gotta <em>keep [my] heaaaaad up</em> and move on. cause that's what lifes all about in the end. and this is my attitude now. things are changing. im changing. and in this blog ... my 'documented life' [so to speak] ... im going to see myself progress. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">[im rolling my eyes now]</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">whatever. let's see how long this shit lasts.</span></div>♥ alicia beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15951007835216847213noreply@blogger.com0