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Fashion, Put it All on Me. Don't You Want to See These Clothes on Me. - Lady Gaga

2010-07-26T13:53:00.000-04:00

I'm done this summer weather. I can't, anymore. This is going on the 40-something-th day of over 95 degrees in this DMV. For someone who yearns for 65-80 degree weather, I die a bit each day. I have experienced the worst winter ever and I'm experiencing hands DOWN the worst summer ever. This past week, ALONE, we've had 100+ degrees days. Whaaaa? I don't know how peeps in TX and NV and AZ deal with this mess every freakin' summer. I can't deal. How people could yearn for summer and its unbearable sun and humidity is quite shocking. You step out the front door and your nicely it-took-me-damn-near-twenty-minutes-to-press hair has now turned into a furball. You immediately start sweating before you reach your car, which is only 20ft away. You finally get to your car, and before you can even open the door, you've fainted. This is damn near every day. No sir. I'm over it.

Another reason why summer is just not the business for me is because of the lack of fashion. Not a lot of inspired fashion when everybody is damn near naked outside due to 120 degrees. That's why I am a Spring and Fall season kind of girl. Not only does it have great weather (remember, 65-80 degrees makes Ms. Royal Reigns a very happy broad) but also great fashion, too. You guys don't know how much I'm feening for some black tights, over the knee boots, booties, cardigans...*Homer's voice* Mmm...cardigans...scarves, blazers, etc. YOU. JUST. DON'T. KNOW. *le sigh*

So, naturally, I've been scoping out my usual online stores. Feeding my "window" shopping appetite. (nom...nom...nom) Here are a couple of items from my favorite online store, ASOS. Got me preparing for the cooler weather. Yay! Also, hoping these items shall make an appearance in my closet before my birthday month (OMWord, that's like in...*counts fingers*...August, September, October...3 months away! It was just January yesterday! Dead serious.)

Music Note Knitted Jumper

This jumper/sweater had me at hello with those music notes scattered all over (front AND back). I kinda wished it came in a different color (I'm thinking navy blue) but please, it's still nice. And 3/4 sleeves? Once again, hello!

Dobby Mesh Panel Ruched Sleeve

The color red does nothing for me. Not saying, red makes me look dowdy or anything cause, please, any color looks good on me (allow my 5 seconds of cockiness, mmkay?). I'm just not drawn to the color like, say, a purple or yellow. I have only 2 items of red in my closet: a blazer and a boyfriend cardigan. That's it. Just recently I bought my first (and probably last...? *high shrug*) red lipstick: M.A.C. Ruby Woo. Then, of course, it got stolen. So me and red? Not a good look. Loving this dress, though. Especially, the dotted mesh panel.

Ruched Waist Chiffon Dress

Not only does it have an elastic, ruched waist but I'm loving the wintergreen color.

Jersey Batwing Contrast Skirt Dress

This dress is so me. The nude color of the batwing blouse is awesome.

Heart Jacquard Cardigan

Trust and believe I am the person that will buy the same item in two different colors. I mean, if it's cute, it's cute.

Printed Pintuck Front Blouse

I like the 60s/70s vibe of the design with a little twist: it's sheer. Works great with a bodycon skirt (as seen in photo) or tapered slacks or even jeans.

I'm out like like these braids I just took out. I just don't know what next to do with this hair. Hmmph.

Don't Watch Me, Watch TV - Juelz Santana

2010-07-08T12:08:00.005-04:00

What's that great scent in the air? It's the smell of Emmy nominations! *stadium filled roar ensues*

My joy runneth over when I saw that Matthew Fox was nominated for Best Actor. Now, will he win? *fingers crossed* I am also thrilled about the best comedy this year (and it's really no competition, folks): "Modern Family". The whole adult cast was nominated except Ed O' Neil who plays sarcastic lovable prick, Jay Pritchett. That's a damn shame cause he's my favorite character after Cameron Tucker, who's played by Eric Stonestreet (thankfully and deservedly, he was nominated). Even though he would've been a loooong shot, I was still having hope that Rico Rodriquez would've been nominated. If anything watch "Modern Family" for him. He plays Manny Delgado, a 50yr old man stuck in a 10yr old body. Kid you not. He wears ascot, has tea time and speaks like we're in the year 1930 instead of 2010. I love him.

"Glee" and "Mad Men" were nominated multiple times. In fact, I think they had the most nominations. Due to the hype of these two shows, I tried to give both of them a try. I still don't get it. "Glee" is cheesy to the core. Don't get me wrong, great cast and very talented but sometimes the jokes are HIGH-larious and other times I'm wincing. The best thing outta the show is Sue Sylvester played perfectly by Jane Lynch. And the fascination with Matthew Morrison is quite bothersome. The dude is barely funny, not that great of a singer (and why oh why do they insist on making the dude rap every other episode...make it stop) and above all not that hot. Same goes for "Mad Men". I tried watching the 1st season and was stumped. Watched the 1st episode at least 3 times and always, without fail, pause it, do something else, and totally forget that I was watching it. So I watched the 2nd episode and onwards. I mean, it's alright but I just don't get the hype. I think people are drawn into the style of the show. I mean, the 60s had great style. And the best thing to come outta it is the sexiness of Jon Hamm and the va va voom of Christina Hendricks. I would LOVE to have a body like that. So whoever watches "Glee" and/or "Mad Men", please tell me what I'm missing out on. Cause me don't get it.

Since we're on the topic of TV, last night I was watching one of my favorite summer shows, "So You Think You Can Dance". Usually, I don't agree with one, maybe two judges of the night. There's usually a sensible one of the group. Well, not last night. The judges completely disgusted me with their actions. One thing I've noticed with SYTYCD and most definitely the pioneer of this, "American Idol" is that when the judges want a contestant gone, they will go to every extent to make that person evaporate. And that's what happened to poor AdeChike last night. I think he did great in his two performances. The judges, however, completely ripped out his heart, stomped on it, spit on it, tore it to little pieces, grabbed a stapler and proceed to staple the pieces back into a heart formation, crushed it and put it back in AdeChike's body. It was that bad. I have never seen a more blatant attempt to push a contestant out of the competition. I hope the judges look back at themselves last night to see how vile they appeared. America does not need that kind of manipulation. I think America is smart enough to think for themselves. (Pause) Ok, that's sorta not true. We had the Gore/Bush debacle. There was America prolonging Sanjaya's appearance longer than usual. J. Hudson voted off way too soon and in the "It Still Hurts So Badly" department, Chris Daughtry coming in 4th. Overlooking those missteps, America still deserves to be allowed to think and vote however they feel like. So for the judges to cater to that kind of behavior makes me *side eye* what their intentions really are for the show. I mean, how can one contestant who clearly is out of his element in a dance genre get a reprise because he has a beautiful smile and shows heart? Whaaa? Isn't the objective of the show to find America's best dancer? I'm lost. I'm not trying to view some horrible dancing on my TV set every week, however funny it would be. Also, Cat Deely not nominated for Best Host is just simply a travesty.

Well, the Emmys will be broadcasted live August 29th on NBC. You should watch it.

I'm out like Simon Cowell on "American Idol". You will be missed, my friend.

p.s. You can thank me later: Alex "Freakin'" Wong

There was smoke in the air before. Now it's me clearing it. That felt good. - Drake

2010-07-07T13:58:00.004-04:00

What it do, homies! This has been a long time coming, man. There is no exuse (especially given the amount of free time I have on my hands) for not updating this blog. This blog that I wanted to express my random thoughts. Show you guys what I love and don't love. I was even teteering on this blog becoming a OOTD (Outfit of the Day, for all my non-fashion folks. Looking @ you, Taynement). So much thoughts, so much procratistination. A damn shame, for real.

Anywho, Twitter and Cafe World has taken over my life. Dead serious bout this. Dead. If you're a regular of this blog you'll know that me was not a fan of Twitter. At all. I just didn't understand the concept of updating your status every 5 minutes. Especially, given the early years of Twitter when folks were actually updating their tweets like this:

"On the toilet bout to release myself".

I was like, no bueno. But a funny thing happened...Facebook became totally boring. Besides my beloved Cafe World, of course, I had/have no other reason to be on it. And me being a internet junkie, there is only so much fashion blogs and entertainment blogs and sport blogs/sport boards one can read. So I needed another social medium. MySpace was TOTALLY outta the question. I believe MySpace is only used for music and considering a career in porn. The only other popular social site was Twitter. *le sigh* So, I had to start off slowly. I lurked. And lurked. I was intrigued. Then I set up an account and became private. Started following the celebs first. Then friends started entering the picture. Then made some Twitter friends. And voila, here I am as a Twitter fan. So in fact, pigs are now steadily flying outside my window.

But I'm not on here to talk bout my facsination with Twitter (really though, follow me: @LavenduhChic). I came here cause I was inspired. By who? By what? By my random journal entries. Don't give me that face, people! Right now, I took a break from cleaning & arranging my room because I saw some entries that, quite honestly, scared the fuck outta me. I'm like, "Dag, I actually wrote this?!" I swear, sometimes I think I'm all deep and ish. Too funny.

Here are a couple that gave me a mixture of *side eye* + :o) + :o/ + WTF:

                  "Boredom is a funny thing. It's like you hate it but then again you embrace it.
                  No one wants to be bored but there are some advantages. You get
                  to be at peace with yourself. Get some shit done. Be content. It's actually
                  one step closer to enjoying that one particular company: yourself. Boredom:
                  a small blessing in disguise."

                  "The rain drops in rhythm.
                  The rain drops in beat.
                  With what?
                  The heart?
                  The music?
                  It drops because it is releasing it's thoughts."

Wrote those two enteries a couple years ago. I don't remember writing them. But then again, who actually remembers writing in their journal enteries? The only thing that helps is you documenting the date and maybe the time.

I miss writing. Expressing my thoughts through a pen, pencil or fingertips. Oh and I'm the dummy of the century. I threw away all my journals last year cause of complete frustration. What in the paper and pen hell was I thinking?!! *slaps forehead* Also, during my stint in Nigeria, I had journals. And guess where those are?

*blank stare*

I suck.

I'm out like my love for hoarding magazines. It's time to let go. Even though I'm keeping anything related to BSB, "Lost", Carmelo Anthony and music lists. :oD

Insane in the Membrane (Insane in the Brain) - Cypress Hill

2010-04-30T00:18:00.002-04:00

I thought Old Spice had it in the bag with the "I'm on a horse" commercial. Epic, right? Sure. But these commercials are even epic-er. Yes, I made up that word. But it is so worth it. Terry Crews FTW (For The Win)!!!

It's A Brand New Me. A Brand New You. A Brand New Day. The Sky's So Blue - LL Cool J

2010-03-24T10:59:00.006-04:00

LL Cool J. Such a ~~wack~~ safe lyricist, no? Hopefully, he'll just stick to acting. Which he isn't really that good at, either. A lose-lose situation for him.

I've been such a drab in this blogsville world. Not posting as much. Not reading as much blogs. And no, it's not due to my incessant viewing of segments of content broadcast on a telecommunication medium. Ha! Don't look at me like that. My life doesn't revolve around TV shows, young world! *snickers* Who am I kidding? It so does.

I do agree with one lyric from that ~~wack~~ safe lyricist above: the sky IS so blue. It has been a beautiful, beautiful 2 weeks that the DC area has experienced (save for the rainy 2 days). Of course, people around here mistake 2 weeks of beautiful weather with it being summer altogether. Yep, we've officially skipped Spring and now heading to the good ol' season of Summer. What? You would be thinking the same thing when all around you females are rockin' booty shorts and guys are wearing wifebeaters and flip flops. Also, the sun is shining so brilliantly down on you. And not a speck of clouds in the sky. *le sigh* But alas, all good things must come to an abrupt end. Spring is officially back. So it'll be wearing a jacket/blazer over the booty shorts and wife beaters. And don't forget the flip flops! *smdh* And people wonder why they get sick.

School is school. And that's all I have to say about that.

I'm trying my darnest to stop using the "eff", "ish", "darn", "mofo" and "beyotch" words. Actually, that should have been my Lent task: 40 days & 40 nights of no cursing. But Lent is almost over. Fail on my part. I can try again, though, right? Right! But when I say that'll be a struggle for me, that will be a struggle for me.

I really need a hobby in my life! There's only oh so much TV one can watch, right? ;o) (Also, why is it such a bad thing to watch too much TV and not too much movies? Inquiring minds would love to know...and by "minds", I mean just myself). There's only oh so much books one can read. There's only oh so much music one can dance and sing-a-long to. A family friend suggested salsa dancing. Hmmm...not bad, not bad. Dancing is cool. I like to dance. Win! Only, I was thinking more of something...creative. Like sewing! I love fashion. I admire anybody that can create a DIY clothing item. I have always wanted to whip up an outfit that I created with my blood, my sweat and my tears. I think I'm talented enough for it. So, let me start with the basic: sewing. I think I'll give that a try. That and salsa dancing.

Exercise has been going. Really challenged myself for the month of March to go to the gym @ least 4 times a week. I'm now in the 4th week, and I must say, I've been doing a pretty fantastic job. *pat on the back*. Now, for April, I will challenge myself to change my eating habits. For good. Or just that month. Depending on my mood. I kid...or not. But if I'm exercising, eating right is the next step. It goes hand in hand. Duh. (Who still uses "duh"? *points to the person typing this post*)

People want me to be on Twitter. I'm trying to leave Facebook. Now why am I gonna jump on another social network when I'm trying to leave the most addictive one there is?

"American Idol" completely sucks this season. I mean, this is bad, real bad: Michael Jackson. Majority of them are not up to par. We have one that has a superb voice but just REEKS of cheesiness. We got another one rockin' some light hazel contacts one day and some blue contacts the next. I. KID. YOU. NOT. Why am I invested in this show, again? I guess cause I just like the concept of "American Idol". A competition that helps one nobody become a somebody. But this year of nobodies will probably stay as a nobody. Yeah. It makes me miss Season 5 even more. The year that brought us (ME!) Elliott Yamin. *le sigh* I mean, the whole Top 12 was good (that was also the year of Chris "Daughtry" Daughtry and Kellie Pickler and Katherine McPhee and Paris Bennett, etc.) But Elliott had this special quality to me. He was a true nobody (worked in a pharmacy) battling with diabetes and did not have good looks working in his favor. What helped him out week after week after week until he was eliminated during Top 3 was his charm and of course, his voice. Homie can SANG! My favorite performances from him:

(performance starts @ 2:20)

(performance starts @ 1:36)

(performance starts @ 0:55)

Wow. I wasn't expecting this to be long. Just a whole rack of rambling. This was honestly gonna be a semi-apology for not posting as much. But then, if anyone actually follows this blog (and I'm guessing that's nobody), I don't usually post frequently. That's just me. No reason for it. It just happens. So really, I don't owe you guys any apology.

I'm sorry for not posting regularly. I suck. No, I don't. But you get my drift.

Ms. Royal Reigns...OUT!

Sidenote: I really enjoy finding blogs. Or hearing about blogs. Or just stumbling onto blogs. Like this. She updates frequently, spotlighting a Nigerian and his/her own talent in the world of art. Any kind of art. Due to one of her recent posts, I am about to purchase a couple of paintings from an artist she showcased. (Helps that it's affordable!!!). Hey, even if you're not Nigerian, it's still a cool blog to follow. It never hurts to know a little bit about another culture, no?

Ms. Royal Reigns...really OUT!

Some Times I Just Wanna Get on TV and Just Let Loose - Eminem

2010-02-23T14:27:00.007-05:00

I f*cks with TV. I prefer it over movies. All day, everyday. Do I watch way too much TV? You tell me (oh, and these are current TV shows, by the way):

LOST. American Idol. Gossip Girl. Project Runway. 90210. Family Guy. So You Think You Can Dance. Men of a Certain Age. Chuck. Southland. Modern Family. Parenthood (yes, that premieres next Monday but just from the commercials, I'm already hooked!). Ugly Betty (will officially R.I.P this May). Flashforward. Degrassi: The Next Generation. Amazing Race.

Anywho, as much as I love some TV, I am a HUGE fan of TV theme songs. I'm telling you, they don't make 'em like they used to. *le sigh*

Here's my greatest TV theme songs of all time. OF ALL TIME!!!:

I'm about to shed a tear up in this piece. *tear*

Factoid: Alan Thicke (from a TV show which theme song is also gonna be on this list) wrote and sang this gem. He's also the father of Robin Thicke and father-in-law to Paula Patton.

If you don't know the words by heart, then I feel sorry for your parents.

Okay, technically this is not a theme song but it is still a freakin' classic. Works great when someone is taking too long to answer a question.

Taking it back, like! No lyrics but the melody alone trumps any current theme song out today.

Till this day, the song hits me right here *taps area where heart is* I love it so much that it's in my Ipod. Oh I forgot to mention, I have a playlist called "TV Theme Songs". As specific as one gets. Carry on.

Alan Thicke's show.

*sings* With Gilligan. And the Skipper, too. The Millionaire and his Wife. The Movie Star. The Professor and Mary Anne. Here on Gilligan's Island! *sings*

the jeffersons

The Grand | MySpace Video

*sings* Fish don't fry in the kit-chuun. The beans don't boil on the grill-luh!*sings*

This is a rarity. A good theme song in '00s. Shocker. I absolutely loved this show and was completely heartbroken when it was cancelled. Shame NBC! Shame! Long live Sam & Meg!

I'm out like not giving an apology for being a promiscuous dude. Seriously, America. The only apology Tiger owed was to his wife and kid. Everybody else? Fall back.

I Don't See Why I Need a Stylist When I Shop So Much I Can Speak Italian - Kanye West

2010-02-13T09:50:00.011-05:00

Fashion. Sports. Music. TV.

~~Fashion~~. Sports. Music. TV.

SHAME!!! (my inner Mitchell from Modern Family coming out)

My 1st fashion post. I love clothes. I love styling (using the word "styling" very loosely considering I only style for like my sister and friends when asked upon). What kills me inside is when I see all these people with money that can't dress. Like, I whimper. Or when people wear all the trendiest items in one outfit and still come out looking like shit. Like, I tear up. Complete with color contacts....

*Breaking News! This post will come back to its regular scheduling posting but Where Amazing Happens has some breaking news! COLOR CONTACTS ARE WACK! YOU WILL LOOK WACK WITH THESE COLORED CIRCULAR OBJECTS IN YOUR EYES! IF YOU ARE NOT PLAYING A ROLE IN A MOVIE, PLEASE DO NOT CHANNEL YOUR INNER WOLVERINE WITH CAT LIKE EYES. STAY AWAY FROM COLOR CONTACTS THAT DOES NOT COMPLIMENT YOUR SKIN TONE! IT CAN DOWNGRADE YOUR STATUS FROM A 5 STAR CHICK! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Now, back to your regular scheduling posting already in progess... *

... Not quite yet. Pause. I've just used the term "5 Star Chick" in my posting. *blank freakin' stare*

Okay, I'm back. My favorite fashion magazine is InStyle. I get asked why I love the magazine so much considering that all they hype are expensive clothing. Ahh, but it's expensive clothing that's STYLED very well. Yes. See, it's not all the time that I look at expensive ish wishing and hoping and praying that one day I can possess these items. Never that. I look at the styles for inspiration. I can easily go to the thrift store (or Old Navy...YAY for Old Navy!) and duplicate those outfits for less. Crazy less. That's the beauty of fashion: always being inspired BUT with your own take.

Just peeped out this great website called Polyvore. You can create your own style by scouring multiple of items from multiple designers. High end fashion. Low end fashion. It's all there. Here are some that I've done:

Delicate -n- Raw by kechy

Casual Sunday Stroll by kechy

I am officially hooked. I find myself being totally immersed in this site while my books are by the wayside, yearning for my touch. Dammit! Another freakin' distraction! Have...to...resist.

I'm out like my love for Farm Town. Shocker! It's all about Cafe World. Judge me not, people.

Groovers in the Heart - Deee-Lite

2010-02-01T11:24:00.012-05:00

The 52nd Annual Grammy Awards was televised live on CBS last night. Of course, I started my viewing early with E! Channel's Red Carpet Special. I'm just there to view the fashion. Period. I can barely take Seacrest on American Idol. How the hell was I going to tolerate him along with un-funny man Jay Manual from America's Next Top Model and Giuliana Rancic (nee DePandi)? I blocked out majority of what they were saying. And at times, I felt bad for the celebrities for having to deal with the Dull Trio. Than I think bout how much money they have, wearing the glorious clothes and the amount of free shit they get for just being a damn celebrity. Also, listening to some of the best music in the house...for free! Then it's like, hey, I'm sure some of them wished the Dull Trio can morph into Barbara Walters right in front of their eyes but you gotta do what you gotta do (*sings* "...and break her heart! I don't wanna see her cry but it's hard to live a lie" *sings*...Sorry. Broke into New Edition for a bit).
I enjoyed the show! Watched it with my sis & close friend. We girls had way too much fun. My laptop with FB was

right next to me. Fun times! I'm telling you, the best way to watch a televised event is with a group of friends/family. And it helps that everybody has the same dark, twisted sense of humor as yourself. By the end of the night, my stomach was hurting. Also, technology is taking over! Welcome to 20-dime (Heard that from my sis who heard it through a local radio station where a group of high school kids called in to rep the year they're graduating. So cute. Had to steal it). FB was overflowing with hilarious status updates. And I'm sure the same was going on over @ Twitter (as you can tell, I don't have a Twitter acct and don't care much to have one).

Lady Gaga and Elton John - First of all, that piano is heaven sent! With the hand motion from the "Bad Romance" video attached on top? *bows down* Ga-Ga started off with "Poker Face" with a different arrangement. This wouldn't be Gaga if the set wasn't over-the-top: The Fame Factory. So, homegirl gets tossed in some flames. The walls open up and she's glided out, sitting across that awesome piano from Elton freakin' John. Who looked hella burnt. I was scared. Then I saw that Ga-Ga looked hella burnt, too, and all was well in the world. Speechless started; my heart melted. The song seamlessly goes into "Your Song". I've concluded that what we've learned from this performance was (take it away, Sir Elton John!): "I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is with Gaga in the world." Damn skippy! (p.s. The MC in the beginning of her performance was actor Elijah Kelley from Hairspray.)

Greenday performed "21 Guns" with the cast from American Idiot broadway show. I was really digging the performance. The female singers were great and I liked the song. Never knew there was a broadway show inspired by Greenday. Cool beans, on their part. Can I get a freakin' broadway show inspired by Ms. Royal Reigns life?!!! Geez.

When she came out with the gorgeous white hooded dress, singing "Glitter in the Air" beautifully, I was smiling. Finally, an understated performance that showcases her remarkable voice. Know this, Pink can sing with the best of them. She can lay down lyrics with the best of them. She should have at least 5 Grammys sitting on her shelf at home. Back to the performance. Into the song, she started undressing herself. Shit. Dress comes off and underneath was a hideous white strappy onesie. *blank stare* Covering only her top assets and front asset. She wasn't bothered by her back asset, though. But the CBS producers were. To show that this exposure wasn't enough, she decided to be doused in water, a la that scene from Flash Dance. Only this was done while in the air. Spinning around. Still, she sounded great. That right there is what I call stamina.

What is a Lady Antebellum? The group sang Need You Now. Opening scene and what do we see? A curtain landing on the poor lady's head hindering her of sight for a couple of seconds. Yep, someone's getting fired. They sounded great and the song is nice. But performance wise? Meh.

~~Beyonce~~. Sasha Fierce. You see that Rihanna? You can never be that. You see that T-Pain? You can never get that. I have such a love-hate relationship with Beyonce. (That's for another post. I'm dead serious. It warrants a post). She's just so damn extra. Over singing. Over dancing. Over ticking. Over booty shaking. She claims it's her alter ego possessing her. Whatever. It's annoying. Back to the performance. She gave us "If I Was a Boy". Complete with army rejects from Moonwalker. Followed by her impersonation of Alanis Morrisette's "You Outta Know". Trying to garner some cool points with me, B? Fail. She ended the performance with her writhing on stage and swinging her lace front wig to "Boy". At this point, I was done. Don't get me wrong, she is one of the best young entertainers out in this game today. But all I'm asking is for her to dial down the extra-ness. Is that too much to ask?

Where do I even begin with the Black Eyed Peas? They suck live. Period. I am never ever impressed with their live performances. And last night's didn't waver my opinion. Performing "Imma Be" (1st time hearing it. Immediately loved it) and "I Gotta Feeling", all the members did were to jump up and down on the stage. Running outta breath every minute of it. Fergie sounded wack which is such a shame cause she has an amazing voice. She's other one that tends to over sing. And they really didn't need those dancers nor the robots. Were the robots there to indicate that they (BEP) are the future of music? Fail.

Here's a biased review: I love Blame it on the Alchohol and I love Jamie Foxx. I find it so effing amusing that this dude right here is an acclaimed Academy Award winner. Ha! He doesn't take himself so seriously and I love him for that. This performance was similar to the BET Awards performance - minus the opera-like setting. Just insert Doug E. Fresh, Slash and Jamie's sister (No, young world! That was not Precious. Now stop. *giggles*). I had a blast. As much as I can't stand some T-Pain, he's entertaining to watch. Doug E. Fresh ripped it. Slash came to showcase his amazing guitar riffs (y'know, he's half Nigerian). Travis Barker was waaay in the back, doing (good) damage on the drums. Fun times all around!

Zac Brown Band. White bearded dude looked like he enjoyed himself. I don't think he's part of the band, though. Lead singer looks like Alan from The Hangover (my sister peeped that out and I so agreed!). They sang "America the Beautiful", "Dixie Lullaby" and ended with "Chicken Fried". Honestly, the whole thing felt like I was in a bar. Tapping my feet on the ground while chugging down some Heineken. It wasn't a boring performance, I know that much.

The long awaited MJ tribute. First and foremost, how come the viewing public wasn't in on the memo bout rocking some 3-D glasses? The crowd in the mosh pit was left to raise their hands in the air and wave it 'round like they just don't care, confused. We were at home pissed. Then the cameras had the nerve to pan to the audience and show Beyonce, Rihanna and a host of others sporting white 3-D glasses. Oooh, they're so cool. *side eye* The song they decided to go with was "Earth Song". Good choice and smart choice. Starting us off was Celine who I am happy to announce scaled it back and just sang. Next up, was Usher. We'll get back to him later. Carrie appeared, looking hella skinny but sounding great. Followed by Smokey Robinson who, I am afraid to say, is not aging courtesy of Botox and a couple of surgical procedures here and there (Don't be like Heidi Montag, you hear? Or is it too late *sad face*). Rounding up the group was the powerful voice of Jennifer Hudson. All in all, it was good. Maybe I'm the only one, but I was actually looking forward to a happier MJ tribute. But given the difficult time the world, and especially Haiti, is going through I understood why that wasn't the case. All was well with the performance until you notice that Usher was twitching. Oh dear. The extra-ness wanted to come out. He would stifle a dance move here. Caught himself before he put his hands in the air over there. But it had to be done: show off Usher emerged. I don't remember if he spun around a couple of times but what I do remember was him falling to the ground, kneeling and singing, "What about us!" *blank stare* But why? When will it end, Usher? When will it end?

Bon Jovi with the girl from Sugarland. She looked great in that leather outfit. They sang "We Weren't Born to Follow". Blah. But then "Who Says You Can't Go Home" came right on time. Yay! Now CBS thought it was cute for the home viewers to vote which song should the band play next. The winner? "Livin' On a Prayer". Okay, I can deal with that. I was hoping for "It's My Life". I didn't vote, though. I was more of a "Don't fail me now, America!". America did fail me. :o(

Taylor Swift came to bless us with her angelic voice. Singing "Today was a Fairytale", her voice filled the air and seeped through my TV screen with such force and beauty that it brought this hard-ass to tears. "Why are people so hateful?!!" I screamed at my FB as I see hoards and hoards of statuses exclaiming Ms. Swift as "horrid", "dreadful", "wack", "annoying". One person just went for the jugular, "Fuck Taylor Swift". I gasped. How dare they? Girl can't sing to save her life. And this is coming from a HUGE (literally, ha!) Taylor Swift fan. She makes great music. She's a prolific songwriter. Her lyrics are so pure. Her songs are just great pop-country. But the girl is a horrendous live performer. Didn't the producers not learn their lesson last year when we had to trudge through the Swift/Miley Cyrus pairing? So, the Grammys thought of another pairing, this time with the legendary Stevie Nicks. Would this soften the blow? Listening to them as they went through "Rihannon" and "You Belong With Me" the answer would be EPIC FAIL. As a new found friend of mine wrote as her FB status, "It sounded like a Sesame Street sing-a-long."

It's with great joy in my heart to see that Mary J. Blige no longer over wails. Yay! MJB and Andrea Bocelli's rendition of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" was pleasant.

Dave Matthews Band performed "You and Me" with the help of some random choir. Such a great performance. I really like this band.

Maxwell was understated as understated gets. Looking very dapper in his black suit, he sang one of his best songs of his career, "Pretty Wings". Sounding just like the record. A-MAH-zing. Roberta Flack came along and both got into "Where Is the Love". Honestly, didn't care much for it. I would've been fine with Maxwell just finishing up one of his best songs of his career, "Pretty Wings".

I was more drawn to the woman in the gold dress with a voice that channels the early '50s. Too bad that I have a slight feeling she was lipsynching. Her name is Imelda May, by the way. I kept looking at her mouth cause it just looked like she was lipsynching. Booo! She was on stage with Jeff Beck, having fun to "How High the Moon". Nice performance all in all.

Why the Grammys chose to have them as the closer of the show is beyond me. Considering that the censoring went haywire throughout. Geez! There were parts of the song that didn't even REQUIRE the freakin' censors. I'm like, do the people behind the boards even know what they were doing? Oh well. The little of what we were allowed to hear from "Drop the World" and "Forever" was good enough for me. I was just happy that Drake didn't have his pants on the ground (get 'em up!) cause we all didn't want a repeat of last summer (buahaha starts from 0:35). Lil' Wayne did have his pants on the ground but he was much more careful. Eminem, for some odd reason, decided to dance on the ground when he appeared. Pointing THIS WAY, THAT WAY! Thankfully, he stopped while ahead. Travis Barker doing some double duty that night.

Can't wait for the next awards! Oscars, right? Ooh. Um, yeah, don't expect a post about that one.

I'm out like the sympathy win --- oh wait, that's still in style. Oh boy.

All You People! Can't You See, Can't You See Backstreet Boys

2010-01-02T16:33:00.004-05:00

Happy New Year!

This year is picking up where 2009 left off...speeding right on by. It's already January 2nd. What? Next thing you know, I'll blink and it'll be February 2nd. Y'know, the premiere date of Lost: The Final Season. Excuse me while I go weep. *weeps* But OMWord, I can NOT wait. I've been salivating for this moment. For that month to come. I'm in a Lost withdrawal. Everybody has a particular withdrawal they go through. It may be alcohol. It may be drugs. It may be candy. Mine is TV. And the internet, of course. Actually, I can do without TV (shocker!). But internet? I shudder at the thought. *shudders*

I hope you guys had a safe transition into 2010. I know I definitely did. Since I wasn't able to be in Nigeria during this period, I decided I needed to be away from the DC area. I'm now in Meeammee. Enjoying the weather. Enjoying the change of scenery. The day of my departure, I woke up to freezing rain. I laughed. I made the right decision.

So, continuing in my road of making promises I can't keep, I was meant to give you my end of the year list. As you can see, I so didn't. So here it goes:

*pause*

*awkward pause*

*silence*

I've got nothing. Nada. I'm drawing a blank. I'm typing up this post on a whim so I haven't really planned as to what list I'm creating or better yet, what's going to be on the list. I don't know if I want to reminisce about the year or the decade that was. Shame. What I do know is :

- MJ's death is still a shock to me. I AM a huge fan (emphasis on "AM"). That's never gonna die. I was rocking a Bad ring tone way before it was a trend to do so just cause he had died. I was ridiculed for that ring tone but I never cared. Why? Because I am a freaking MJ fan. Until I die. My #1 song of all time is Wanna Be Startin' Something. Play that song and watch Ms. Royal Reigns completely lose it. I long wistfully for my Moonwalker movie. Remember that movie? He was trying to save some orphans from some evil doer played by Joe Pesci (what ever happened to him, though?) From that movie came one of my favorite videos of all time, Smooth Criminal. Actually, it's a tie between that and Beat It. I think Thriller is overrated. Bite me. Love me some Jackson 5. So it kinda pains me when I see all these folks talking bout "I love Michael" and "I wanna download all his tunes on my Ipod!". Um, how come that shit wasn't there in the 1st place, homie? Who DOESN'T have a MJ tune in their ipod? It's ridic. You trying to tell me it took his death for some people to realize that he has (genius) music out there? Or that he was a musical genius, period? Unbelievable.

- Tiger Woods is getting hammered for nothing. Leave the man, alone. Yes, for reason beyond me, he decided to take up being a man whore as a side hobby. And yes, for reason beyond me, he decided to get with a bunch of below average lookers. I mean, really, what's up with that? Why are all his hookups some buttafaces? But does him being a cheat a first in the celebrity world? Does that warrant him to lose almost ALL of his endorsements? Do you know who you're messing with, media? Freaking Tiger Woods. Tiger Woods = golf. Period. For him to say that he's taking time off from golf is a huge EFF YOU to the sport. It's going to lose ratings. It's going to lose casual viewers. It's going to lose money. Is it because he maintained this so-called squeaky clean image for so long that he's getting clobbered like this? I'm quite confused.

- Charlie Sheen is untouchable. The man is known for his domestic violence with each and every girl he's been in a serious relationship with. And yet he's still got his TV show (which is doing great in ratings), still got his endorsements (just saw his Hanes commercial the other day) and most importantly, is not getting berated by the media. Un-freaking-believable. I'm sure Chris Breezy is side eyeing his publicist right about now.

- I don't wanna hear about the OctoMom and the Balloon Boy ever again. Yes, those stories were a mess and a half. The media continues to give them what they want: publicity. And it's frustrating. Just let them evaporate and the world will be a better place.

- Lady Gaga is here to stay. I bow down to the greatness of her. She's awesome. Just copped her recent EP and I can't let it go. Bad Romance is on constant repeat. For someone so young, she's absolute genius. Some folks called her a fake just because of some past photos and videos that popped up on the internet recently of her with her natural hair color sounding like a better Norah Jones. Shocker! So, artists are not allowed to transform anymore? Especially, at her age? Please, fall back.

- Speaking of transformation, Rihanna's transformation is a total bust. We don't believe you, you need more people. Epic fail. Try again. Please go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go...you get my drift. All of a sudden, homegirl wants to flaunt her sexuality? All in the name of selling some albums. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Granted, she's not the 1st to do so and most definitely will not be the last. But seriously, Rihanna looks awkward. It's quite sad, actually. But hey, what do I know. People are eating that shit up. Probably I'm not seeing what the masses are seeing...? *confused shrug*

- When has it become cool to replace "you're" with "your"? Example: "Your crazy". I'm telling you folks, this phenomenon has taken over the world! I've missed the boat, though. And with good reason! Geez! This has become my #2 pet peeve replacing people working out in their jeans, which has now fallen to #3.

- Jersey Shore is a mess! OMWord, my goal during this brief vacation is to start a fist pump battle. Kid you not. And what the hell is The Situation blabbing when he says, "If hating is your occupation, I've got a job waiting for you." Or something to that effect. Why do I know there's a person on the show named "The Situation"? Also, MTV has fallen. Usually, their New Year's Eve countdown brings out the big dogs in the celebrity world. This time around? Spanish chick from the defunct 3LW was the host while striking up conversation with the cast of Jersey Shore and some two girls from the Family Channel. Times are hard, I tell ya.

- I really don't want to hear the word "hater" again. Myself, I'm going to try (emphasis on "try") to refrain from using that word. It's so played out, I swear. A friend of mine has another take on the word: a confused admirer. I think I'm bout to roll with that.

That's about all that came to my head. I'm sure I'm missing more. This was so much better than some lists with pictures.

:o/ Yeah, right.

I'm out like phones without touch screen. How do you guys deal with that?

Santa Claus is Coming to Town (Ooh Yeah!) - Jackson 5

2009-12-24T22:54:00.007-05:00

Clearly, I do not believe in some Santa Claus. I mean, really. But that's a cool tune and it just sprung into my head.

2009 is almost over.

Let that register in your head for a moment...

...

Still registering...

...

Good.

Is it only me that realize that when we get older the year gets faster? Where are the years racing off to? Ugh. It was just ~~yesterday~~ January that I was here, wondering why my ass didn't go to Nigeria that holidays. Bored outta my effing mind. Y'know, similar to what's happening to me RIGHT NOW! Geez. I was not expecting it to be 2 years that I haven't been back home. 2yrs?!! That's a mess right there. Not gonna happen in 2010. That's for damn sure. Anywho, like I was saying, this year is just speeding on by like it's competing in some Nascar race with Jeff Gordon on the right and Danica Patrick on the left.

Today I was called a "black oreo". WTFace? (<-- for all my "Modern Family" fans out there). This person was like, "Yeah, you're a black oreo. Black on the outside. White on the inside." Once again, WTFace? It was amusing, though. I just laughed and explained to the person that really, it's not my fault that you're not open to more things (my nice way of saying, "It's not my fault that you're so narrow minded"). Be it music, tv, life in general. Meanwhile, I'll be over here not caring. Seriously, "black oreo"? What year are we entering in the next couple of days? 1980?

I realize that I'm very talented. Not trying to pat myself in the back or anything (cause obviously, I am) but I'm quite talented. Just thinking about it infuriates me cause I'm not proactive in a lot of these talents. I just let it waste on by. Shame!

Recently copped the new and improved Vibe magazine with Chris Brown on the cover. Great issue. Chris had a lot to say. Drake had a lot to say. Amber Rose had a lot to show...literally. Which reminds me, my favorite new Drake line is: "It's a celebration. Let's toast to the fact that I moved out of my mama's basement." L O L! That Drake. Gotta love him. He's witty. Listen to his lyrics; homeboy got jokes. Also, went to support both Chris Breezy and Lady Gaga. Can't wait to sit back, relax, and listen to some good music.

Stay tune for my end-of-the-year lists. Similar to what Entertainment Weekly does. And I'm gonna sice (exaggerate, hype for all my non-DC area folks out there) it with pictures. That's coming up next week. O M Gosh. Ms. Royal Reigns is actually going to bless her blog with 2 entries in 1 week? Yes. Yes, I am. I'm in the holiday spirit. Which, I should add, I was so not in up until now. I don't know why but I was not (am not?) feeling this holiday season. Even with my upcoming vacation next week, just not brimming with that holiday pride. *shrugs* Oh well. We'll see how I feel tomorrow morning.

I'm out like Diane Sawyer from "Good Morning, America". I'm gonna miss her. :o(

Sidenote: I've been getting some requests from my friends that I should start a fashion blog. I realize that I haven't really showcased my love for fashion on this blog. You guys know my love for music, TV ("Lost" is premiering in Feb 2010!) NBA (Carmelo, I'll be waiting for you in Dallas!). But not of fashion. Next year is around the corner. Got to start it off right! Probably, I'll mix it up a bit. Post a couple of pics of daily wear. Hmmm. We'll see. Baby steps. Baby steps.

Side note, Part Deux: Merry Christmas!!!

Quit Playing Games With My Heart - Backstreet Boys

2009-11-25T18:50:00.010-05:00

I love games and (fun!) quizzes. :o)

* Use the first letter of your name to answer the following:

1. What is your name: Royal Reigns

2. A four Letter Word: Rude

3. A boy's Name: Ramon

4. A girl's Name: Ramona

5. An occupation: Robber

6. A color: Royal Purple (That is a color, y'know. I'm sure there is a crayon somewhere in that Crayola Box that bears the name)

7. Something you will wear: Rain jacket

8. A food: Rice-a-Roni

9. Something found in the bathroom : Rubber mat

10. A place : Rome

11. A reason for being late : Robbing

12. Something you'd shout: Raid!

13. A movie title : "Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves"

14. A TV show title: "Robin Hood"

15. Something you drink : Rum

16. A musical group : Red Hot Chili Peppers

17. An animal : Robin

18. A street name : Roxboro Street (Big ups to NW DC!!!)

19. A type of car : Range Rover

20. The title of a love song : "Ready", Tevin Campbell

I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts Ray Parker, Jr.

2009-11-01T10:06:00.008-05:00

Good Morning, America! "It's da 1st of the month (wake up, wake up, wake up)..."

How was your Halloween? Mine was cool. Thought I would be able to hang on a Friday night but after work, someone was DEAD tired. *points to myself* I felt bad. I wanted to debut my original costume. "What were you planning to be for Halloween, Ms. RR?" Weeeeell, since you asked. I was going to be a "Lost" character!

WTF? (Why The Face?)

I don't care what no one says! I was gonna be a hit. L O L. My idea didn't go over well with my friends. Some laughed in my face. Some laughed behind. Folks shaking their heads. Only my "Lost" fans appreciated my effort. Even my friend took it to another level and said that whether I liked it or not, I was inevitably gonna be tagged as THE loser at her party. Standing in the corner, all in my lonesome. No one would've known who I was. What. Ev. Er. To help them out, I was gonna wear a sign around my neck stating, "LOOKING FOR MY PLANE". If they still didn't get it? That's their cup of tea!

So Saturday rolled around and I was geeked. Tonight would be the night to reveal my awesomeness at my friend's sister's housewarming/Halloween party.

Didn't happen.

That evening, I had to help out my father with a huge celebration he and his high school classmates organized. Kings College's 100th Anniversary Celebration: Washington, D.C. Branch. For those that might not know, Kings College is one of the best secondary schools in Nigeria. All male school. Apparently, a lot of prominent Naija guys went to that school. Very popular, indeed. Actually, the main celebration was this past September in Lagos, Nigeria. My sister is still kicking herself today for not traveling with my dad that month. What her intentions were, I don't know. *side eye*

Anywho, the event was from 8pm-12am. Naija time? 10pm-1am. *le sigh* Didn't leave that mess till 12am. Was so tired that I got home pretty much ready to hit the sheets. But a couple voices roamed through my head, all exclaiming the same thing, "You're such a flake!" (<---that's for another post time). At this point, I was not inspired to do my "Lost" costume anymore. So I went with my backup plan. Flapper girl. Paging the '30s (or was it '20s?). And for some odd reason while dressing up, I just gained this new found energy! Who knew dressing up for Halloween would put people in that kind of mood? Got to the party. My friend was beyond grateful that I didn't embarrass her (I have suffered!). Had a great time.

The end.

Moral of the story is...there is none.

I'm out like a thief in the night.

Go Shawty! It's Your Birthday! You Gonna Party Like It's Your Birthday! - 50 Cent

2009-10-21T07:48:00.005-04:00

Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-*sucks in breath*-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-y-e-e-e-e-e! Happy Birthday to me!

That's right folks. You're in the presence of a female blogger who is has now officially tacked another year into her fairly young (and I'm using the term "young" very loosely) life. "How do you feel, Ms. Royal Reigns?" Nothing. I feel absolutely nothing. I have issues, peeps. I love birthdays. I love celebrating people's birthdays. I love when my day comes around. And when it arrives. Then I thank God for His infinite blessings. Wish myself a great day. That's bout it. Yep, that's where it ends. Full stop. Period. That's all folks! I usually don't have high hopes for my day. I'm afraid if I invite people to my party or shindig no one will come and I'll be all by myself...*pregnant pause*...*sings*"All by myself. Don't wanna be all by myself. Anymoooooooooreeeeeeee!" It'll just be me & some isolating balloons. Floating aimlessly through the empty space. I told F^2 this and of course, she thinks I'm on drugs. Well, at the time I told her I did just pop some 1600mg of Ibuprofen. Take that for what it's worth. Like I was saying, I'm always hesitant bout creating stuff to do on my day for fear of disappointment. "Ok. But I'm sure you've done an outing or a dinner and your friends attended that." This much is true. But this is a yearly fear so leave me!

I am happy that I used this day to update my blog. Yay me! So to celebrate my day, I will give you my 21 Random Facts. 21 because, hello!, I was born on the 21st day of the 10th month of the year. Aww, some you guys thought I actually turned 21? *sad face* FAIL!

1. My sis' birthday mate is Shia LaBeouf . My brother's bday mates are Tiger Woods & Lebron James. Me? For the longest, I had no celebrity to share this great day with. Until now. I present to you Amber Rose and Kim Kardashian. *awkward silence* *crickets humming "All By Myself"*

2. Based on this blog, you guys already know my undying love for Carmelo Anthony and BSB but I do have other guys I fawn over: Conan O'Brien, Shia LaBeouf, Elliott Yamin, Ne-Yo and Zachary Levi. Some of these guys may not appeal to you and at least one might look like your typical Igbo village uncle (Hi, Ne-Yo!) but for these guys, this is purely based on talent. Well, except Zachary Levi. He's just plain FINE! Check him out on NBC's "Chuck".

3. I bought my first MAC product last year. It was foundation. Bought my 2nd item earlier this year. Lipstick. My 3rd one? Just a couple weeks ago. Lipstick, again. Purple. I heart purple. Which leads me to...

4. My freaked out love for this color. Color. Color. Color. Color. (Is it only me that notice when you write/type a word multiple times in succession it begins to look funny and you start questioning yourself if that's even the correct spelling?) I don't know when this madness started and honestly, I don't know when it'll end. But even I realize my obsession is kinda weird. I usually buy stuff if it has purple in it. Yes, that includes candles, deodorants, perfumes, etc. Thank goodness it smells great. But I tend to stay away from anything flavored purple. Those tend to tastes like shit. My workplace looks like it was vomited in purple. And it's worse when I wear something purple that day. My ipod is purple. My cellphone has a purple skin that I purchased. I have a couple of purple purses. Nailpolishes. Underwears. Bras. My vaseline cover is puple. So are my cotton swabs. Earrings. Necklaces. I own a purple tights...ok, maybe it's maroon-ish but play along. But something I realized I don't have enough of are purple clothes. Which I'm putting an end to. Naturally.

5. It takes a whiz-zile for me to update pictures on FB and/or Myspace. Actually, it's just FB cause I've closed down my Myspace page. R.I.P. But who knew uploading an album on FB will take away a couple hrs of your day. It's hard work. Seriously.

6. A couple nights ago, my sis caught me watching "Sorority Wars" which is a Lifetime Original Movie. She wondered why I love watching teenage/college shows, movies. I don't know. But I love 'em! "Degrassi: The Next Generation", "90210", "The O.C." *weeps*, "Gossip Girl", "Suite Life of Zack and Cody", "Even Stevens". I can go on and on. I truly believe those above shows are better than alot of "adult" shows currently airing now.

7. Yes, as noted above, I did watch a Lifetime Movie. But anybody that knows me is aware that this is rare like Mr. Clean with hair. I do not like Lifetime. "Sorority Wars" was the first (and hopefully) last time I watched a Lifetime movie from beginning to end. One of my fav TV show, "Project Runway", I hardly watch this season cause it's on some Lifetime channel. I was actually HEATED when I heard that it will no longer be on Bravo. I mean, what is a Lifetime? Someone explain.

8. I'm much more comfortable around guys than girls. I can open up to a guy like this *snap of fingers* Girls? Not so much. Now, remember I'm shy. So it's not even me doing the approaching. This is after they approach me. Yeah, me is weird.

9. I can spend top dollar on watches and purses. And eyeframes. Might as well look right (literally) in some designer frames.

10. I feel in my past life I was a dancer. I love anything related to dancing. Ok, I take that back. Not a fan of "Dancing With the Stars". Anywho, anytime I see a professional dancer in the zone, I feel I can do that, too. Moments later, while on the floor wincing, I realize that's not the case. But if you believe it, you can achieve it.

11. Growing up I was very much into writing. Lots and lots of stories I have jumbled up in my head. I wish for the life of me that I can find even ONE of those stories. I even used to have illustrations. *le sigh* Whilst happened to my skills?

12. Also, I was a pro at creating songs. One time, I even had a informercial going on, "Put it on your face. Put it on your face. Put it on your face and see how it works!" Ok, that can have so, so many different interpretations. Alas, it was for some make believe vaseline I had my doll be the spokesperson for. Later on in my "young" life, it became songs that I know for a FACT would be a Top 10 single right now. Trust.

13. I have an addictive personality. But I guess the upside to that trait is that it only lasts for a limited time. Remember my beyond fascination of Farm Town? Yeah, just a faded memory. I still tend to it but not at the rate I was going at earlier. Now, how about that FB addiction? Has this translated in my personal love life? *sheepish smile*

14. I can not control my laughter. When something is HIGH-larious to me, I laugh. May it be at a funeral, church, Obama's speech. Watching a commercial regarding orphans. Anything. If something is funny, I laugh. Period. I admire someone who can control their laughter but then again, I may question that person's level of humor.

15. Sometimes feel I'm not the best when it comes to consoling someone. Is "I'm sorry" enough? It feels like that's all I have to offer and it bothers me.

16. I started driving at the ripe age of 2* and it was illegal. Yep, driving around without a license or driving around with a learner's permit after 6pm. Good times! As you probably have guessed, I've failed my driver's test a good amount of times. So good, that I'm even embarrassed to type on an anonymous blog how many times I've failed.

17. Growing up, I wanted to be an accountant. At a young age of 8, that was my goal. It never came to pass. After a couple accounting courses in Naija and here in the States, that dream was over with a quickness.

18. Libra traits: diplomatic and urbane, indecisive and changeable, romantic and charming, gullible and easily influenced (TA! I have a HUGE problem with that. When I was younger, yes, that was the case. But not now. DEFINITELY not now), easygoing and sociable, flirtatious and self-indulgent (Me? A whole me? Self-indulgent? Maybe a little...a tad...just a tad), idealistic and peaceable. Also, it's noted that Libras are the most attractive sign. :oP

19. I seem to attract guys that are miles younger than me, miles older than me or guys that have girlfriends/wives. Never a guy that is around my age and single. Never. Okay, I lie but it's rare like Mr. Clean with hair (didn't I just use that line?).

20. I want to do either one of the following: bungee jump, water ski or parasailing. But wait, I have a slight fear of heights and flying and terribly afraid of water and can't swim. So why is parasailing on that list? Cause I wanna conquer all my fears at once, dammit!

21. My dream job is to be a NBA Executive. Of any sorts. Let me just work in the NBA for fucks sake. Let me be near my Melo. Let me be near Gee Wiz (Wizards' mascot). Let me bounce a ball on a real NBA court. Please?! Pretty please with Melo naked on top? NBA: It's FANtastic!

I'm out like my last day of my vacation. Back to work tomorrow. Eww. It was fun while it lasted, I guess. A lot of me time.

With Such Confusion Doesn't It Make You Want to Scream - Michael & Janet Jackson

2009-09-24T02:50:00.005-04:00

I'm on a roll, no. Which leads me to the cutest t-shirt I've seen so far:

My bday is coming up and I would so love that shirt. Along with Season 1-5 of "The Wire", the new HTC Touch Pro 2 smartphone (it's international, baby!) and probably a new car but that would reaching it a bit, no?

It's 2:57am and I'm still up. Just weirded out by what's been happening in the past couple of days. Is it me? Is it them?

I'm out like my job's vending machine. Outside in the muggy air. Pondering its' future.

Oh No, I See A Spiderweb And I'm Caught in The Middle - Coldplay

2009-09-23T23:06:00.005-04:00

Being the random girl I am, I've decided to upload a whole rack of Christian songs that I don't have on my ipod. And this process is taking me back to my FGGC Owerri days. "Um, what is FGGC Owerri?" Let me break it down:

F.G.G.C: Federal Government Girls' College

Owerri: A city in the state of Imo in the country of Nigeria

Hence, FGGC Owerri. Which is a secondary school (middle/junior/high school). I can totally talk about my ~~nightmare~~ adventure in this school for hours. And hours. And more than likely hours. But that's for another post.

I almost teared up when I remembered the song, "Hosanna in the Highest". *sighs* Such a great song. Back in my boredom days in Naija (nickname for Nigeria), I would fill up a whole notebook with Christian songs and/or Naija gospel music. I'm talking bout the title of the song plus the lyrics. I bought that notebook back with me to the States. But for the love of purple, can't find that mess for nothing. Ugh!

Since I'm on the topic of Christian songs, am I the only person that detest "It's The God in Me"? I'm the only person, aren't I? Daggit. I mean, why Mary Mary had to go the Auto Tune route? The song sounds so desperate to me. And don't get me wrong, I enjoy Mary Mary. Truly. But that song is the pits. And to hear my baby

Ne-Yo is on the remix? Slit my throat now. I'm sure some people are secretly mumbling, "Pagan!" under their breath. It's not allowed.

Since I need to redeem myself here, the Christian song that so speaks to me is, "Jesus is Love" by The Commodores aka Lionel Richie and His Backup Crew. My local radio station usually plays this as their close out song. I try to tune into that station when it happens. It just gets to me. Every damn time. A close 2nd will be "Something About the Name Jesus" by Kirk Franklin and the Family. I wished I knew the singers who actually SANG the song cause as we all know it wasn't no damn Kirk Franklin. I hope he's spreading the wealth. Truly. He doesn't sing. He barely rapped in his only rapping stint that I know of ("Lovely Day"). He just ad libs. Chants. Talk-sing. Sing-talk. Whatever that he does, he does. And to be honest, it quite annoys me. Does anybody know his backstory? How did he manage to attach his name to "And the Family" and make millions from that Family that actually sings? Inquiring minds will like to know, please.

Ooh, a thought has fought it's way outta my brain: I giggle/cringe sometimes when my ipod just played a great song like, "Silver and Gold by *le sigh* Kirk Franklin and the Family, then the next song will be "Kill You" by Eminem. Imagine if this happens when someone's in the car with you. Oh the horror! But there are other times when I like mentally send EPS to my ipod or something. Like we share this relationship that only we can EVER understand. I can be humming what I want the next song to be and BAM! that song comes on. Happens time and time again.

I'm out like popped collars. If I see one more mofo poppin' their collar like this is '06...

Hardly Home but Always Reppin' - Drake

2009-09-19T08:39:00.006-04:00

After a one month hiatus, I decided to make my presence known again. I've been more of a lurker than a poster. Which isn't really a bad thing, y'know.

Alot has been going on in my life. Some good things. Some bad things. Some off-the-wall moments. Some cherishing moments. Some interuppting moments (Kanye, don't you even dare!). I've taken it all in good stride. Been stumbling into more blogs. Inspiring blogs. Like this chick right here. Talk bout inspiration! Daggit, I'll be like this one day, o! Not a game. Which brings me to my bout with exercising and my slow, sloooow step to a healthy future.

Despite the masses out there, I enjoy exercising. Really. There are times that I think about one of the best workouts I've done in a while and I smile. Yes, I might sound cheesy as f*ck right now but it's the truth. And to exercise with music?! Heaven! That's why for the past 2 weeks I have not exercised, entered a gym. Actually, I did some kind of form of exercise: when I went to NJ/NY recently. Lugging around my miniature suitcase while carrying various of items was complete torture.

Up the steps, now down the steps.
Around the corner.
Whoa, watch out!
Now in the subway. Now out of the subway.
Ugh. More steps.
Where's the freakin' elevator when you need one?
*le sigh*
Lug, lug, lug.
Pull, pull, pull

I swear, anybody that lives in the NYC area should be slim. And toned. No joke. The amount of walking that's done in that place?! Wowza. And I love to walk! Yes, my friend did give me a side eye when I was lagging behind her while walking the streets of NYC. She even threw in a little dig, "I thought you liked to walk?" The curse words I wanted to sling back at the chick! But I controlled myself. "I'm sorry. I do enjoy walking. Just without dragging a suitcase behind me. And carrying food from the Whole Foods Market on the other hand!" But it worked out. Best believe my arms were wincing from pain at the end of the trip but I'm sure it appreciated the task.

Anywho, what was I saying...oh yeah...

I went to NJ/NY and left my ipod there. The horror! So you know what that meant: no exercising. I can't exercise without music. Simple. I've done it before but let me tell ya, it was some of the longest 45min-1hr workouts known to man kind. I could NOT go through that torture again. And for 2 weeks straight?! Hells to the no! So I went the simple route...not to exercise. Okay, but you can exercise at home, right? You have that ghetto-ass stair climber in your room? And what about your laptop, doesn't that have music? Yes, to all accounts. But I perform better at the gym. Working out at home is slightly distracting. And I get bored. Weird but true.

Excuses, excuses, excuses. I'm aware. But that's just how I function. Not the excuses the part! But I get my ipod back this coming Tues. So you know what the means...EXERCISE time! I'm so geeked. I can't wait. I have this goal to get slimmer by my birthday which is in late Oct. Having not exercised for 2 weeks doesn't really help this cause...but I'll make it work. Luckily, I've been eating like a sane human being.

Has anyone done like a cleansing before? I'm really opting to try one but I'm scared shitless. Like, I have to stick what up where? *scared laughter*

But even if I lose all the weight in the world, I'm still gonna be the same me: shy/quiet. Lots and lots of people think that I'm not shy. And lots and lots of people definitely think I'm anything but quiet. That I'm using my weight as a coverup. Um, no. I am shy. I will continue to be shy. That's just how I function. I can be a size 2 today, rocking the fiercest outfit in town and what will happen: Ms. RR will be shy. Shit happens. If I'm around new people, I'm gonna be shy/quiet. I'm just observing my environment. Picking and choosing the right time to expose my love for Carmelo and the Backstreet Boys. It takes a whiz-zile for me to warm up to peeps. So, no, it's not because I'm thick. It is TRULY because I am shy and quiet by nature.

Lots more to talk bout but I'll stop right here.

I'm out like people's love for Kanye West. Some people are likening him to the that guy that lives in the molten lava layer of the earth. Y'know, like Dick Cheney. I kid, I kid. But c'mon folks, it is NOT THAT DEEP. Kanye, I still got love for you! Listening to "Congratulations" right now! Okay, no I'm not but you get my drift. He didn't kill anybody. I didn't see him raping Taylor on that stage. Or slapping her Chris Brown style (Still got love for you Chris Brown! I'm listening to "Superhuman" right now! Okay, no I'm not). He simply snatched the mic from the poor girl's hand. It was totally wrong but it was totally 'Ye. This is not the 1st time he's done it nor the 2nd and it will def not be the last. It is what it is. I'm actually more pissed at Lil' Mama. Like WTFreak was that? Along 2 icons she's gonna drag her bamma-fied self on stage, standing in her b-boy stance and mean mug with them? The audacity! I sincerely hope this Sunday that Shane or Mario or JC blaze the chick. Truly. Meanwhile, I'll leave you with one of the most genius picture I have seen in a while:

It's Just One of Those Days That a Girl Goes Through - Monica

2009-08-19T02:13:00.007-04:00

It's 2:14am and Ms. Royal Reigns is still awake. Shame! This what happens when you have the day off tomorrow...or is it "tomorrow" since it's like 2ish in the morning and in a couple of hrs that's when the "day" begins? Anywho, all that matters is that I'm off. What's a chick to do? Well, this chick might need all the rest she can get cause I'll be doing overnight shift come Thurs and Fri. Yes, despite my saying that ish would never happen again (considering my 1st time trying it), Ms. RR got stuck with the billing. Oh wells. The only advantage bout this is the extra mula that'll be added to my paycheck come next week.

So Wed is rest. Thurs should be the main resting day but for all my Unique Store thrifters, ya'll know what day that is: Member's Discount Day!!! Haven't been in a thrift store in a whiz-zile. I think Thursday would be the day. Plus, I have specifics of what I need to get. Sequin. Sequin. And more sequin. May it be in form of a blouse, dress or vest. Shoot, even earrings. Me no care. I just want sequins. Yeah. That's pretty much it.

Going to sleep is for losers. I kid...or not.

Was just on FB tending to my farm. That's right, my farm. F^2, not too long ago, sent me this invite to participate in "Farm Town." Just like the rest of the masses, I quickly clicked "Ignore" and kept it moving. But oh no, that didn't deter F^2. She's a persistant one, that woman. She insisted that this was the best creation on Facebook since the "Like" feature. Let's talk bout the "Like" feature a bit. When it made its' debut, I'm sure most people didn't know what to do with it. How was it meant to be used? But it's the easiest thing, like, ever! Just a couple of months ago, you see a photo. You think to yourself, "Hey, that's cute. But do I really want to type that "that's cute"? Just be wasting my time. Next photo." But now, with the "Like" feature, you can see a photo, think to yourself that it's cute and click "Like" to signify that yes, you think it's cute but with a thumbs up sign (which I find myself doing in real life ever since the feature came along...so cheesy). Bam! Laziest shit ever created. But as usual, some people have started abusing the "Like" feature.

Status: Ugh. This summer is going by too fast!!!

*thumbs up sign* 1 person likes this

But why? Are you saying that you like the fact that the summer is going by too fast? Are you saying that you like the fact that the person can't really enjoy her summer because it whizzing by right in front of her? Me, personally, I would've asked that person who clicked the "Like" feature to explain themselves. Seriously, all that person had to say was "Yeah, I agree." or "Damn, that's so true" or "Right!". Don't click "Like".

Status: I don't feel too good today. I think I have the flu.

*thumbs up sign* 3 people like this.

Once again, why? Are people just quick to click the "Like" feature without reading the status properly? So the 3 people that "liked" the status are implying that they think it's cool that this person has the flu? My goodness. Now, me having a sick sense of humor, I would've clicked the "Like" feature just to be an ass & amuse myself. But I KNOW those people weren't thinking on my level. They just clicked it just because. Losers.

Now, what the eff was I talking bout? Oh yeah, my farm.

Picture time!

Isn't it lovely!

Isn't it wonderful!

Isn't it precious!

Only a long month old!

I'm telling you guys, it's not a game. At first I was all apprenhensive like, "Whatevs. This is not for me." But once you get started, you can not stop. Kid you not. It's like you want to make it bigger and better and your own. I think I'll stop it right here, though. I've seen some other farms *coughs*F^2*coughs* that is just too large and too much going on. Also, it takes a while to upload. I just try to keep my simple and sweet. Like most of the other things I do in life.

Still not tired. Got a InStyle magazine waiting to be opened. Which reminds me, Katherine Heigl is getting a bad rep (she's on the cover, by the way). She's a beautiful, talented actress that speaks her mind. Yeah, at times, she takes it overboard but then again, isn't that what we want from our celebrites? Those who do not fear holding back their tongues? Especially from the females. And now that the media has one, they want to rip her to shreds. Typical of how fickle America is. Raise someone up only to knock them down. Shame!

I'm out like the a/c at my place. Hot like a mofo in a 110 degree weather sporting a floor length chinchilla.

I Suggest We Learn to Love Ourselves Before It's Made Illegal - Incubus

2009-08-09T09:08:00.005-04:00

Good Morning, kiddies.

I just woke up this morning and started my usual ritual -- which is to open my laptop and click on the icon for Facebook. I won't even reveal the time. It's pretty...darn...embarassing. What I will do is get into the topic of how Facebook (and some of its' applications) are slowly becoming such an important integral to my life later on. Later on can be tomorrow. It can be next week. It can be next year on Labor Day, for all I know and care. But it has to be addressed because the only way I realize my addiction is when I speak of it. Or in this case, post about it for the 10s and 10s of people that actually stumble into this blog. And I say "stumble" because it may be by accident. One minute you're on a popular blog, next you're on a page that looks halfhazardly put together with the tagline "Where Amazing Happens" which was joyfully jacked from this recent 2009 NBA Playoffs. Shit happens. Crap! I shouldn't be cursing. It's Sunday. Let me rephrase that bit: ~~shit~~ happens.

Anywho, what was my subject again? Oh yeah...

I was in my usual spot on Facebook when I read my cousin's status and heard some unfortunate news. My dad's brother passed away. I was like, "Oh damn!" When will this end? Just a couple of months ago, my dad's sister-in-law passed away from a disease that we later came to find out could've been leukemia. We're still unsure. Anywho, all these deaths and weird tragic accidents is really putting me in my place. I actually wanted the title of this post to be: She called out a warning, "Don't ever let life pass you by!". This line and also my title comes from the song "Warning" by Incubus. But I felt my current title is where I want to be headed because I'm having a problem realizing the potential I have. And if I do not realize what I have, it will be too late. Or illegal, says Incubus. Fancy words, Boys.

You see, I have a slight problem recognizing that people like me for me. That people want to hang out with me. That people see that "it"-ness in me. But I don't see it. Okay, let me not say that. I see it once in a while. Like a HARK! moment will come and I'll be like, "Aww shucks. They like me. They really, really like me." Other times I'm like, "The hell they see in me?" Probably that's why I'm in this rut right now. I really don't wanna explain much further what that "rut" is because I'm still not comfortable revealing what is going on in my life. It's admirable when other bloggers choose to. But I'm not in that zone. Probably will never be in that zone. I feel much more comfortable writing bout my shallow side.

But it's coming to me that the only way I move further in my life, the only way I can have some sorta peace in my life is to realize the person I am. I am special. I am (semi) funny. I am smart. I have what it takes to, honestly, be somebody in this world. It's true. No half-stepping. I have what it takes. And it is bout time that I get a hold of myself before it's too late. The tragedies that I (and most of the world, really) have endured in this past 8 months have been expected and totally unexpected. Those that have died, were they content with their lives? Were they questioning themselves? Did they love the life they were living? Let's use MJ (and if you guys don't know that abbreviation by now, then you should slap yourself and continue to do so to the tune of "Beat It") as an example. Clearly, he wasn't content with his life. In fact, never was. Infact, he was never content with HIMSELF. To him, black was not where it was at. He wanted to be white, have the white features: the bridge, the high cheekbones, the cleft, the curly hair (which honestly was leaning more towards Hispanics territory, but I digress). He never loved himself. And anyone can see that. This is not breaking news. With all the money and power and adoration he recieved from his cult-like fans, he was never, ever content with HIMSELF. And that's pretty darn sad. I do not want to be headed in that direction. When my time comes, I want to be content with myself. I want to have the wisdom that yes, I am somebody and I am making it somehow, someway. Yes, I do have people that love and what to be around me because of what I am and what I offer. But truly, even in my little rut, I should still be proud of myself. Why? Because I should, you minions! No. Because I have been blessed. And continue to be blessed.

When I wake up in the morning? Blessed.

When I look outside my window and see a kid playing the saxophone on the corner like it's cool to do that early in the morning? Blessed.

When I hear myself moving around to go back to the comfort of my pillow? Blessed.

When I reach for my laptop to see who has been tagged recently on FaceBook? Blessed.

When I begrudgingly get out of bed to walk to the bathroom? Blessed.

When I say "Good Morning" to my Dad & Mom? Blessed.

And the list goes on and on. I shouldn't feel bad bout the state I am in. But I shouldn't let it stay that way, either. I should find whatever will, whatever focus and get it crack-a-lackin'. Move one step closer to loving myself for what I have done (positive or negative) but also for what I will soon accomplish.

I'm out like doubting my awesome-ness.

Why? Why? Tell 'Em That It's Human Nature - Michael Jackson

2009-07-31T21:21:00.006-04:00

RR is bored.

RR is hella bored.

RR is amazed that she just used a Cali slang.

RR wants to use some DC slang.

RR will try again.

*clears throat*

RR's bored like a mug.

RR knows a "mug" can be an inanimate object, a bad photo or a stern look. But to be like a "mug"?

RR just wants you to know that she has never been this bored nor this restless in a very, very long, long, long, long, long, long time.

RR can be bored.

RR can be restless.

RR can not be bored and restless.

RR realizes that this is a bad combination.

RR needs something to happen.

RR needs something to happen now.

RR likes to say, "Boredom is real."

RR is now saying, "Boredom is Human Nature."

RR is sighing.

*le sigh *

RR is stressing that was actually a sigh.

RR is saying don't give her that WTF look.

RR is still bored despite attempts to not be bored by composing this post.

RR is miffed that this act is not working.

RR is wondering what to do next.

*le sigh*

RR can finally watch the 17 episodes of "Ugly Betty" still in her DVR.

RR can will herself to put her clothes away.

RR realizes she can't will herself to put her clothes away cause of lack of hangers.

RR is wondering who ~~stole~~ borrowed her hangers.

RR can get on the ghetto-ass stair climber and do a 15min workout.

RR can work on her flabbing arms.

RR will now flap her arms so the flabs can be in motion.

*pause*

RR has just flapped her arms so the flabs can be in motion.

RR is thinking why she just committed such an act.

RR thinks she is now Loser with a capital "L" for committing such an act.

RR will now end this post out of embarrassment.

RR doesn't want to end this post.

RR realizes that she is enjoying composing this post.

RR's joy has just dissipated.

RR is done.

RR...out.

What Have You Done For Me Lately?", Janet Jackson

2009-07-28T12:23:00.017-04:00

Hey blog world. Yep, it's me. Ms. RR. No, you're not seeing things. I am back up in this biatch. I closed down my page for bout a couple of months because of my ineptness (is that even a word?). I just lost touch. Lost touch with blogging. Lost touch with reading people's blogs. It happens. I have this rare knack of being very passionate about something, going full-blown ahead with it...and after a couple of months (or if I'm really lucky, a couple of days) I just lose interest. Like that *snaps of fingers*. Shame! I truly do not enjoy that side of myself. Because, as you might have guess, if I can do this with something as minute as a blog, you can only imagine how I go about things in the real world. The possibilities are endless. But I'm still lovable! *thumbs up sign*

Also, making promises are for losers. I kid...or not. Anywho, when someone puts me in a position for me to "make a promise", I go weak inside. It frightens me. I hate making promises because I always do not live up to them. I mean, I have a pretty horrendous record. Looking back at my 1st post, I promised that I was back to blogging with a vengenance. *chuckles* I'm guessing "vengenance" meant putting up 6, maybe 7 posts, 2 videos, make my blog private and go on a complete lockdown for 2 months. Like I said, it ain't pretty. So no more promises from moi. What you see is what you get. If I blog, hooray. If I don't, boo! It happens.

What made me come out from reclusion was inspiration. I was inspired by numerous of blogs. You can find some great ones just by clicking one blog, look to the side and randomly pick another blog (wash, lather, rinse, repeat). There have been some stinkers. And I'm quite aware that if somebody stumbles across this blog, one can term it a "stinker" due to the lack of activity for such a long period of time. Luckily, the ones that I've discovered have been entertaining, humourous, & fun! It's amazing how much talent is out there in this Blogsville. No wonder people are so into it. It leads right back to inspiration. We are always inspired, always looking for inspiration to keep us going. To keep us coming back for more.

Anywho, to get back in the swing of things, I'm gonna do my "Top 5". Inspired by Original Mgbeke.

5 Things that I would like to do:

Ride rollercoasters without feeling like I'm bout to sh*t on myself. I just wanna go on one like it's nothing! "Hey, RR. Let's go on The Superman!" "Let's do it!" Simple, no? Not something along the lines of, "Hey, RR. Let's go on The Superman!" "Uh. Um...yeah, you know what? I'll just stand right here. Play some games. Takes some pictures. Just chill. Want me to hold your bag?"
Visit Australia. I'm so curious about that continent/island/country. It just stands alone. All by its lonesome. Ocean surrounding it's every nook and corner. ~~Does it even have any black people?~~ The fact that it's half a day ahead of us is so cool (yes, I aware that such is the case for Taiwan and Tokyo and Seoul, etc. but it ain't bout them, ok).
Be on a reality TV show. Yes, we all got dreams and we all star reaching. When I watch such shows like "Real World" and "Big Brother" (just recently due to my pal, F^2) and "Survivor" or even "American Idol" and "So You Think You Can Dance" and "Project Runway"( notice how I'm using "and" and not "or"...you're in the presence of a true TV addict, young folks), I sit back and ponder. Do I have the balls to be on one of these shows? Do I have the personality to hold the audience's attention? Will I have the patience to deal with the immaturity and the ignorance and the drama of my castmembers? Can I outwit and outsmart my counterparts? Can I even sing, dance or sew a straight line? I like to think I can.
Play a sport. And play it well. Well, actually just basketball. I love basketball. I know the ends and outs of the game. But can Ms. RR bounce a bball without looking like a person without any rhythm?Unfortunately, the answer is no. I wanna play with the boys! And besides, if I'm gonna acquire Carmelo in the near future, I need to have some ounce of game. What happens if one of our dates is us playing pick-up ball at the local park? OMWord, the humiliation!

5 Things that I look forward to:

A new episode of "Lost". No explanation needed.
Playing games. I love games. Really, I'm such a little 10yr old boy at heart. I play computer games at work. Play computer games at home. I stare adoringly at the Super Nintendo waiting to caress it. Which reminds me, I need to step my video games up. I gotta get a Wii in my life so I can play Guitar Hero. Played it once over at a house picnic recently and was sold. Ab-so-f*cking-lute-ly sold. I see a new addiction coming, folks.
Chilling with family and friends. It helps that both sides are very entertaining and very, very funny. Never bored.
Next vacation. "Vacation", for me, means anywhere outside the area/state I reside in. So, if I'm in the surrounding states of Delaware, Virginia and West Virginia, that is vacation to me. Might be dry but it's a vacation.
Listening to my ipod.

5 Things I'd Grab if My Apartment Caught Fire (I would assume this means inanimate objects)

My laptop. TV (too huge and heavy) and Ipod (too shallow) are so not necessary when I can have both in one item! I can watch "Lost"/"Tropic Thunder" while listening to Drake. Also, I can update my status on FB to tell folks that, yes, I am alive and well.
My camera. Pictures tells a thousand stories. Also, if my apartment went ablaze due to a malfunctioning electrical outlet or arson, I have a case in my hands. Or just upload the pics on FB.
Some clothes. Chances are this ablaze happened at night. So I'll probably be in my nightie/pjs/just underwear. What happens WJLA Channel 7 News crew start setting up infront of my apartment? What happens when a newcaster comes and shoves a microphone up my face asking how I manage to leave my house with my laptop while there's a dog peering through my window, barking in pain? Am I gonna stand still in my nightie/pjs/just underwear answering that question? While being filmed, mind you? No! I'm freakin' running for cover! So, I gotta look presentable, people. Hair doesn't matter. Not revealing too much for the folks at home does. So when that newscaster comes, I gots to be looking somewhat sane while answering the questions and remind the folks at home that, yes, I am alive and well.
Cellphone. Not a fan of Sprint. I think it dicks its' long-time customers. And their phone choices are pretty slim. But great service! *thumbs up sign* But when my apartment is ablaze, not being a fan of my phone is mute compared to how LUCKY I am to have a phone at the moment. Plus, I can call/text my family and friends to tell them that, yes, I am alive and well.
Official documents. Gotta remind the government that I am a citizen of this country. So that means, anything near my reach which would be my SSN card, birth certificate and/or passport.

5 Random Things About Me

I'm a quiet girl by nature but when surrounded by crazy people, my craziness tends to come out. That doesn't mean I'm a follow follow or a flunkie. Never that. It's just that it takes something (or in this case, some people) to bring out the crazy in me.
I curse alot. (Actually, I'm pretty proud of myself that I didn't have like a slew of curse words in this post. Yay me!) My brother thinks I enjoy cursing. Never that. Who the hell enjoys cursing? Please, who? To me, I just speak what's on my mind. And if curse word(s) happens to be in there, chances are it's coming out. But I'm trying to change. ~~Promise.~~
Don't like to run. Running is for losers. I kid. Anywho, I'm fearful that if I run, the boobs are gonna hit my face and/or people are looking at my boobs hitting my face. Also, I just prefer to walk.
I enjoy male singers more than female singers. To me, females that knows how to sing is expected. But a guy that knows how to sing? *swoons* I'm in heaven. Is it too much to ask if I want my future husband to have great singing capabilities? It'll be awesome if Carmelo's hidden talent was singing.
If I'm reading a book written by a foreign author or set in a foreign setting, I tend to read it in that accent. Example: If I'm reading any Harry Potter book, I'm reading it in an English accent.

5 Things that I'm wearing right now

An Old Navy T-shirt with the words "Old Navy" shaped in a form of a wave inscribed on it.
A blue cropped sweatpants
A dark blue head scarf
A light pink bra
A dark pink fitness bra

That was fun...and long. Oh well. Like I said, what you see is what you get. So be expecting some long posts in the future. :o)

I'm out like Jagged Edge. Where are they, by the way?

I've Got Nothing

2009-06-18T14:42:00.006-04:00

I honestly thought that I was gonna go on my vacation with my laptop handy, lay by the beach and blog away.

So wasn't the case.

My laptop is handy. And the beach is in front of me.

But bloggin'? Not so much. :o(

Infact, when was the last time I blogged? Shame, I tell ya. Shame!

I need to really step my damn game up.

Well, until next time...

I'm out like in the next 2 days. :o( Back to MD, I come.

Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself - Jay-Z

2009-05-11T23:04:00.006-04:00

1 - Have you ever been asked out? But, of course.

2 - Where was your default picture taken? In front of a white wall...? lol. Naw, it's just a trio of happy musical notes. It kinda represents what I'm about: optimism & music

3 - What's your middle name? Vivian & Ikechi

4 - Your current relationship status? n/a :oP

5 - Does your crush like you back? I think so. *fingers crossed*

6 - What is your current mood? Giddy/nervous. Watching a bball game would do that to you.

7 - What color underwear are you wearing? Leopard print. Took me a second to remember.

8 - What color shirt are you wearing? White

9 - Missing something? Yeah...my remote control. Can't find that shit for nothing!

10 - If you could go back in time and change something, what would you do? Be a little more serious & prepared.

11 - If you must be an animal for one day, what would it be? A dolphin. It seems smart and just so happy all the damn time. Plus, it can swim. I can't swim. Cased closed.

12 - Ever had a near death experience? Yeah...if you call "drowning" in 4ft of water @ Wild World (now Six Flags America). Mind you, I was 13 and 5' 2". Long story.

13 - Something you do a lot? LMAO!

14 - The song stuck in your head? "Congratulations", Drake

15 - Who did you copy this from? Someone @ FB

16 - Name someone with the same birthday as you? Ngozi E.

17 - When was the last time you cried? Wow. It's been a while. I don't remember.

18 - Have you ever sung in front of a large audience? Yep. During one random Sunday Service back in my FGGC days. Me & 3 of us remixed "Life Every Voice and Sing" to a Christian song.

19 - If you could have one super power what would it be? To speak fluent Igbo. And yes, that's not a super power, but it does wonders when one is in Naija trying to price some ankara.

20 - What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? First comes the eyes. Then comes the smile. And finally height.

21 - What do you usually order from Starbucks? Don't do Starbucks.

22- What's your biggest secret? I don't think I have a BIG secret. Just little random ones. And no, I won't tell.

23 - Favorite color? Purple.

24 - Do you still watch kiddie shows or tv shows? All day, every day! If it's not "Degrassi: The Next Generation then it's "Even Stevens". If it's not "The Suite Life of Zack & Cody" then it's "Kim Possible".

25 - What's on your walls? Pictures...calendar...stuffed animal...necklaces.

26 - Do you speak any other language? Some Igbo. A pinch of Spanish. I'm horrible with broken English (if one can call that a language).

27 - What's your favorite smell? Lavender

28 - Describe your life in one word. Progressing

29 - Have you ever kissed in the rain? No

30 - What are you thinking about right now? I should be accomplishing more important things right now.

31 - What should you be doing? Making a few phone calls.

32 - What are you really doing? Watching Denver Nuggets vs. Dallas Mavricks bball game.

33 - Who was the last person/omnipotent being that made you upset/angry? A co-worker who thinks she could one-up me. Pet peeve #24: People thinking they can one-up you...and failing miserably.

34 - How often do you talk to God? A lot.

35 - Do you like working in the yard? Naw, man. Not for moi.

36 - If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want? McEntire. When I was younger, I used to name all my Barbie Dolls "Reba McEntire". And yes, that's after the country singer. I always thought the name had a ring to it.

37 - Do you act differently around the person you have a crush on? Yeah. Not gonna lie.

38 - What is your natural hair color? Blah Black.

39 - Who was the last person to make u cry? So, is this like a follow-up question to #17?

40 - What is the name of the book you're currently reading? "Playing for Pizza", John Grisham.

Ms. Royal Reigns...out!

We the Best! - DJ Khaled

2009-05-03T10:12:00.004-04:00

This commercial rocks on so many levels. I like the other one, too (the one where the woman wasn't aware that the fox was eating up all the squirrels/hamsters). But this one takes the cake.

I've Been The Needle and The Thread. Weaving Figure Eights and Circles Around Your Head - Maroon 5

2009-05-02T18:03:00.013-04:00

Every Saturday, I'm gonna post some random ish that's been roaming through my head or I have come across during the past week.

1. I miss my sister. :o( I miss her company. She's outta town for a week and I'm all alone. And this is only Day 1. Shame! Didn't realize it until when I came back from work today and it was complete silence. Usually, when I come home and she's home before me I'm greeted with either of the following:

Music blasting (and I mean BLASTING!!!) through her door. Right now, she's currently listening to Adele and Lady Gaga. I recently put her on Drake. So when the music is playing, she's singing along. Unfortunately, she does not possess a lovely voice. lol. So, I'm always like "Hey, I don't think they asked for backup."

Her on the phone. Never fails. Never. She's loved, I guess. Or she talks too much. Whichever comes first. And y'know what else never fails? Anytime I go to her room to chat or whatnot, her phone rings. Always. She even started noticing it. It's like the some kinda random force is not permitting us to have a sisterly moment. Weird.

Her bothering me. Incessantly. "I can be such an annoying lil' sis..." Uh...you think?

Surfing the web. Usually, it's what's going on in the celebrity gossip blog circuit. She's always telling me bout YBF and Mediatakeout. Tried...failed. I rather be on TMZ. At one point, it was Perez's site until I realize he's a prick. If a celebrity doesn't grant him an interview or doesn't care much for him, he becomes a complete ass towards that person. He's weird. Oh sorry, this is bout my sis, right? Let's continue...

Giving herself a fashion show. She's so into fashion. Thank goodness she knows her stuff. And I'm not being biased, either. The girl is a straight-up fashionista. Anytime she comes up with a new outfit outta her closet, she shows it (off) to me. She's trying to go for that whole "it-only-took-5-minutes-to-get-this-look" look. Being creative (and still stylish) under a limited time. All I can say bout her progress...she's trying, sha. lol.

2. I'm still puzzled as to why Jamie Foxx performed "Blame It" on "American Idol" this past Wed. If I recalled, "American Idol" is still a family show. Acutally, I'm puzzled as to why the AI gave him the go ahead to sing that song. Last week it was the meek little Hannah Montana chick. Fine. That's fits the program. But "Blame It (On the Alcohol)? C'mon. I mean, little kids are watching this stuff. And you got Foxx bouncing around stage, his voice possessed with the vocoder while such lovely lyrics like, "Fill another cup up. Feelin' on your butt, what?" and "Then my pants got bigger. She already knew what the figure..." are being filled in the air. What is that poor 8 yr old girl/boy thinking during all this? "Mommy, why is he blaming it on the goose? Does a goose really make him loose? That's weird." or "What is a Patron?" Now, don't get me wrong. It's a bangin' joint. It is one of those songs that I will never get tired of. But I just felt it was a tad bit inappropriate for AI. I will say, though, Jamie was a great mentor.

3. I love my boobs. But the disadvantage of having big boobs is having no ass whatsover. Just the other day, my lovely (and sorely missed) sis, while standing behind me gasped. "You have no butt. Like none." *pause* Then it came to her like a revelation: "OMGOSH, you have NO ASS, WHATSOEVER!!! Why? How? Why?" *le sigh* Thanks Captain Obvious, cause y'know, I wasn't aware of this fact for the past 2@ years!!! Geez. I dont' know where my body shape came from. It's not from my mom's side cause all the females got some junk in the trunk. And it's not from my dad's side cause all the females have some ample bums. Was I adopted?

4. YouTube Find of the Week:

0:00-0:13: Absolute genius. It took me like several tries before I could FINALLY pass the 0:13 mark and watch the whole video. I was just laughing too freakin' hard. Their hearts were in the right place but then again, maybe it wasn't.

*SPOILERS AHEAD. I REPEAT: SPOILERS AHEAD!!!*

5. Watched "X-Men Origin: Wolverine". Pretty darn good. Not really a action-packed-based-off-a-comic type of girl but I had to watch something to erase "Obsessed" from my memory. Note: 2 for 1 special. ;o) Anywho, in the early part of the movie, they decided to do some action shots in Lagos, Nigeria. I'm like, oh man, here we go with the horrible Naija accents. All the Hollywood folks has to do is send out a casting call that states: REAL NIGERIAN ACTORS NEEDED!!! It's not that hard. So, why do they insist on hiring Jamaicans and forcing them to produce correct Naija accents...and failing miserably? It's mind-boggling, really. There's this one scene where Wade (Ryan Reynolds, who by the way, is becoming such a buffed hottie) is having this back and forth convo with this Naija dude. In this language that I can not for the life of me decipher. I whispered to my friends (who are Yoruba), "Yo, translate this for me." "Huh? That's not us. You sure that's not your uncle speaking?" "What-ev-er. Dude is giving us that hardcore Yoruba, folks." At that moment, the Naija dude in the movie started pleading, "Chineke! Biko..." My face goes stoic. My friends turned to look at me with huge smiles on their faces. "Ha! Told you that mess wasn't Yoruba! Dag, you don't even know your own language?!" What I don't know is that excuse of a language those two characters were blowing. Cause that mess was NOT Igbo. I don't care what anyone says.

I'm out like the hot weather this DC area was experiencing for a minute. Thank goodness! > 80 degrees makes Ms. Royal Reigns a very irritated soul. Between 65-80 degrees, I'm cool beans. :o)

I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watchin' Me - Rockwell

2009-04-25T07:10:00.008-04:00

It's a first time for everything.

And yesterday night was my first overnight shift at work.

Leading up to this historic day/night, I was truly giddy. Don't ask me why. Practically skipping up and down the hallways. Imagining scenarios where I was gonna order some pizza, listen to my Ipod while sipping on some Smirnoff (again, don't ask me why). Checking out my email. Browsing YouTube on my phone. Pretty much, doing anything and everything else besides work. Some of my co-workers were sympathetic. Don't fret, my pet! I'll be fine. Some co-workers tried to scare me shitless. Boo, you haters! I'll be fine. And some, quick frankly didn't give a damn. Which is quite funny cause if the roles were reverse, I probably wouldn't give a damn either. Oh well.

And how did my night turn out? All those scenarios I listed above? Didn't happen. It was just me, my music and food from Chik-fil-a. Ooh, but I did manage to read a magazine half way through. Also, mended some clothes. Yes, I did bring in some clothes so I can sew. And thank goodness I did that because at one point I felt like I was either being watched or tortured and the only way to calm myself down was to sew while listening to music. The noises were straight up annoying. Creaking floors. Doors slamming. Incessant knocking. And music that wasn't coming from my ipod. I started experiencing a tingly sensation on the back of my neck which only means one thing: someone's looking at me. I turn around and of course it's only I in the room. I became so antsy that even when the fax machine kicks in, I would glare at it. I turned my music up to block the noises. Didn't quite help. I take a peek outside and see that yes, it's only my car out there. I am still the only individual in this building, right? So...where was all this ruckus coming from? *shrugs* At this point, I'm now counting the hours till I leave. I've had enough. I wasn't scared. Just straight up pissed. Pissed that I took on this assignment. Pissed that I didn't stop by that liquor store. Pissed that I only managed to mend one of my dresses. Pissed that I was half drooling on my keyboard. And pissed that I actually thought I was going to enjoy my overnight shift. What in the world was I thinking? It didn't help that I'm a fast worker, so all my paperwork was complete way before time. *sighs* Complete torture, indeed.

6:30am. I was out that door with a quickness. Barely stayed awake driving home. Barely etched out a proper greeting when I met my Dad. Bout to jump onto my waiting bed...but what's happening? My body's gravitating towards my laptop and I can't control it. And now I'm trying to complete this blog. *sighs* But also, my body knows it's morning time and it doesn't want to shut down just yet...

I am a morning person. I have to have my mornings. I love waking up in the morning with the birds chirping away. The sun rays pouring into my bedroom. Hearing people around me getting ready for their day. It just brings me joy. It jump starts my day. I don't think I can manage to wake up at night trying to start my "day". Getting ready at night to...to...work. *shudders* Driving down the road praying that no deer comes out and stare into my headlights like it's contemplating suicide. Arriving to a completely deserted parking lot. Having to hear those unwanted noises. And most importantly, coming home and having to force myself to sleep through my precious mornings. No fair. No fair, at all.

Now, let me see if I can catch some zzzz's. Ugh.

I'm out like future overnight gigs cause it ain't happening.

I Need You to Hurry Up Now Cause I Can't Wait Much Longer. - Kanye West

2009-04-23T00:26:00.008-04:00

Oh shit.

What have I done?

More like, I've done it and now I can't look back...?

I kinda vowed to myself that I was not going to get sucked into this whole blogsville phenomenon again. You see, way back when...5/6 years ago...I was very much involved in this form of entertainment. Way before blogging became like a 3rd language or something. Me and two friends created our own blogs on a little site called Xanga. Which bodes the question: Is Xanga still up and running? Let's find out...oh crap! Yes, it is. Anywho, I love expressing myself, my thoughts. But there's a catch; only through writing. And what better way to do something I love on a system that I can't live without. Seriously. I can't live without the Internet. When Comcast starts effing up (which is a lot) and there's no connection, it's kinda depressing, really. For someone who is a complete TV junkie (that's for another post), I can truly go a couple of days without TV. But the Internet? Hells to the no. Hells to the no. Can't even fathom it. *shudders*

During my Xanga days, I will post sporadically. And even THAT'S an understatement. It's not like I didn't enjoy it because I truly did. It's not like I didn't have anything to blog about because that is completely false. I just found myself enjoying reading what other people had to say for today, y'know? And commenting on their day. Also, there were other activities to be done on the Internet. Such as, checking out "Passions" spoilers. (Hey, I told you this was way back when). I didn't have a specific vibe I was going for. The blog was all over the place. This new blog will be all over the place. Because pretty much, I'm all over the place. I truly feel that people can't pin-point what Ms. Royal Reigns is about. And that's a good thing. Or is it? Hmm...

Well, it's now official. And this time, I hope to be updating quite frequently.

*crosses fingers*

I'm out like Hi5.com.