<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912196809580516336</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:43:41.232-08:00</updated><category term='emanuela de paula'/><category term='rihanna'/><category term='women'/><category term='brittney spears'/><category term='common misconceptions'/><category term='weaves'/><category term='whitney houston'/><category term='liya kebede'/><category term='beyonce knowles'/><category term='keyshia cole'/><category term='dawn richard'/><category term='lauren london'/><category term='sanaa lathan'/><category term='skinny bitches'/><category term='selita ebanks'/><category term='metro'/><category term='noemie lenoire'/><category term='hair'/><category term='wmata'/><category term='cassie'/><category term='naomi campbell'/><title type='text'>Pressure Makes Diamonds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ticherie103</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095235928733947965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912196809580516336.post-5162351597694201887</id><published>2008-12-06T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:36:50.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noemie lenoire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emanuela de paula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selita ebanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naomi campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liya kebede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common misconceptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny bitches'/><title type='text'>Skinny Bitch</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone hate on the skinny girls?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You know the girls that can eat whatever they want and then don't gain any weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Women often try to point the finger at men about those notions that label women and make them feel like they need to fit within a certain definition of beauty, but &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women hurt each other much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not everyone is gonna have a figure eight. Surely, they you can pay for a surgeon to make you look like whomever you want but its much cheaper to be yourself. Its especially prevalent in the Black Community where some people believe every black man is after a big booty and a hot plate. People always assume that a thin body type is some type of unfair advantage on others! I'm constantly annoyed and pressured mainly by other women that I am too thin. Its as though there is a new movement against the thin women of the world! I am well aware that there are women who are starving themselves but I am not one of them so please keep it moving! I am natural and don't want to be attacked for it. Even beautiful black women in the modeling industry are ridiculed for their size, without regard for the fact that their bodies are &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;REAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Skinny Women of Colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/skinny1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noemie lenoire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/skinny2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naomi campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/skinny3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selita ebnks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/skinny4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emanuela de paula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/skinny5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liya kebede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Common Misconceptions about Skinny Women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its easier to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skinny Women are all evil and conceited, FALSE I don't consider myself to be evil or conceited, personally I chose not to mess around and I'm not one for game play. Furthermore, I do not speak ambiguously to people. I keep it REAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skinny Women have our own foods "Skinny Bitch Food" i.e. salads and tofu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skinny Women have Eating Disorders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skinny Women don’t know they are skinny, I am aware that I am thin I don't need to be reminded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skinny Women are in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You can say whatever you want to Skinny Women, never underestimate your opponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Most Men do not find Skinny Women attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the smallest in my family and proud to be a Skinny Bitch! I may not have ass for days, but my body is real. FYI, skinny never went out of style and it takes much more than a hot body to be successful in any relationship whether its business or romantic. A pretty face, a thin waist, and thick hips will only take you so far, and that's the reality for Thin Women too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;People we are in a recession you must come better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Men can't be picky, they're probably more concerned with your mind and your FICO score than looks. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies, we have to accept our bodies for what they are, If we don't love ourselves we can never expect anyone else to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We should embrace our differences as opposed to using them to hate on one another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912196809580516336-5162351597694201887?l=cassandra1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5162351597694201887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912196809580516336&amp;postID=5162351597694201887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/5162351597694201887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/5162351597694201887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/skinny-bitch.html' title='Skinny Bitch'/><author><name>ticherie103</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095235928733947965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912196809580516336.post-1356061795178119996</id><published>2008-12-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:28:34.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawn richard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keyshia cole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanaa lathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brittney spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauren london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naomi campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce knowles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitney houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Un-Be-Weaveable Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its about to be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2009 &lt;/span&gt;and a lot has changed in regards to the way we define &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fashion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Years ago it used to be a bad thing to have a weave, but that's probably because it was detectable and done poorly. Today its a common fashion trend among women, unfortunately like other trends people always find a way to mess something up. Ladies, times have changed and we need to step up our weave game. First, only buy the best and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Remi&lt;/span&gt;, especially for women of color its on average about 50 an oz and can run you about &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;$300&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;$800&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, however it can last up to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with proper care and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;. There are many brands of hair at your local beauty supply which offer this &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Remi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it is cheaper but for the most part its of pretty good quality. Second, hire a professional. Stop letting your best friend's cousin's sister-in law's niece do your hair to avoid paying the price for experience and overall your sanity! Third, protect your hair, keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;moisturized&lt;/span&gt;, use ceramic products as well as products designed to protect from heat. Finally, keep in mind that oftentimes the most expensive products are not the best and laced up with chemicals. Use products that are primarily composed of natural extracts. See Below for the Examples of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a Good Look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=britney_badweave.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_britney_badweave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Britney's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Conservatorship&lt;/span&gt; was in full effect Ms. Spears was clearly in dire need of an Intervention of the Hair Persuasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotmess.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_hotmess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chick is more famous for looking a hot mess than for being a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hottie&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=naomicampbellweave400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_naomicampbellweave400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't blame her for hitting that poor assistant on the head with a phone, its obvious she wasn't getting your stylist fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=keyshiacoleweave400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_keyshiacoleweave400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Frankie had something to do with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whitney-bad-weave.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_whitney-bad-weave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack is Whack, you must be high to step out looking like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BEYONCEweave400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_BEYONCEweave400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to be the baddest in the game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies on Top of their Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cassie-suckerfree.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_cassie-suckerfree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dawn2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_dawn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=laurenlondon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_laurenlondon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sanaa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_sanaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rihanna.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_rihanna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sexyhair-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/th_sexyhair-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912196809580516336-1356061795178119996?l=cassandra1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/feeds/1356061795178119996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912196809580516336&amp;postID=1356061795178119996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/1356061795178119996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/1356061795178119996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-be-weaveable-hair.html' title='Un-Be-Weaveable Hair'/><author><name>ticherie103</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095235928733947965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912196809580516336.post-9172444735305806343</id><published>2008-12-01T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:44:31.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wmata'/><title type='text'>Slow Down!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I witnessed the most amazing thing, which further proves my theory that people will damn near kill themselves to board the metro. I watched as a lady obviously in a hurry to get to her cubicle downtown began running in order to board the train that had already been at the station for a few moments. She ran so fast at about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;187 steps per minute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, she was running so fast it was as thought she wasn't running at all. Comparable to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hydroplaning&lt;/span&gt;, her feet skid across the tile still moist form early morning dew as she stepped off the escalator leading to the train platform and then the unthinkable happened, she lost her balanced and began to lean forward into a fall. It wasn't any type of fall either, as she fell flat on her belly she skid across the platform like she was riding a skateboard on her stomach. While her body treaded the tile and her chin was significantly scuffed, she watched in humiliation as the train door chimed and people hopped, skipped and brushed past her in their own efforts to board the train without any regard for her well being. &lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq155/csignifi/images2.jpg" /&gt;She missed that train this morning, but her injury was further insulted when she dusted herself off, looked up and realized that the next train was arriving in 2 mins!! It was so funny I couldn't laugh. I wonder &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why people risk their lives, and the safety of others to board the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If your always late get you lazy ass up a little earlier in the morning, stop with all the stunts, these are the same idiots that cause those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"sick passenger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; delays. I couldn't feel bad for the lady, she was too exaggerated. In life there are always things to slow us down and keep us grounded. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELAX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912196809580516336-9172444735305806343?l=cassandra1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/feeds/9172444735305806343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912196809580516336&amp;postID=9172444735305806343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/9172444735305806343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/9172444735305806343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/2008/12/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down!!'/><author><name>ticherie103</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095235928733947965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912196809580516336.post-5874696082561413006</id><published>2008-11-30T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:35:23.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Although I believe that many people have their own sense of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;, I think that just like beauty &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love is in the eye of the beholder&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes the love we get from our partner is not adequate, or up to parr. However, from their perspective the love they give is just fine. Where is the common ground? Who decides if this is love or not? Shouldn't we be loved the way we want to? Oftentimes, I look at women who are always in abusive relationships that to me seem unfufilling and hurtful and I realize this Love, maybe the type of love they want, or need. There are plenty of women out here asking for good men but aren't ready for that type of love. I've watched my own mother go from one abusive relationship to the next and finally, when she meets the man of her dreams, who respects her and treats her as an equal, she disrespects him and abuses him the same way those other men did her. Are we really ready for those things that we ask for?? For me personally,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I believe love is the state in which one deceives themselves about someone else. When you are "In LOVE" you can't tell a good man from a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;serial killer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We see things how we want, we trick ourselves into accept those things we otherwise wouldn't deal with. I was once "In LOVE", I lost myself in that person, I would do anything for them. Even though we were on two different paths, I fooled myself into believing that our relationship was fate when in reality it was very destructive and one-sided. I would skip classes I was paying for to be with this individual, and it meant nothing to them. I made a lot of stupid sacrifices and choices. In the end after they cheated on me, I realized no matter what I did for them, how much I supported them, they were accustomed to being in relationships where people didn't care about them and they were not able to accept the Love I was giving them. It was their sense normalcy that I was attacking, pushing them to learn about themselves and realizing their dreams was too much. As a young single woman, I know that I cannot live my life like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but a little bit more responsibly. As women we have to realize who we are and what we want. Men or Women..whatever your preference is, are not like houses, they are not things we invest in to change and make our own. I'm not looking for any fixer-uppers, I can barely put myself back together let alone anyone else. Some women go through the trash looking for a mate then get mad when they get themselves someone who is reflection of that atmosphere. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No One will treat you better than themselves, if they treat themselves like trash, there's no way they will treat you any better! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know yourself, what you want, and strive for it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912196809580516336-5874696082561413006?l=cassandra1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/feeds/5874696082561413006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912196809580516336&amp;postID=5874696082561413006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/5874696082561413006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/5874696082561413006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>ticherie103</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095235928733947965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4912196809580516336.post-2039535306841449028</id><published>2008-11-23T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:02:16.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Reality</title><content type='html'>I've come to the realization that everyone has their own false sense of what is real. Whether its their weight, that they're in control of a situatuion, or that those $360 pair of pumps was worth an overdrawn account, I am convinced that everyone has their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! That itch you always have to scratch, that flaw no one sees but you. I work amongst the most arrogant attorneys in the DMV and they all think they're the best! People take themselves too seriously and are way too sensitive. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is my ex. No matter what they say all I hear is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"There is nothing I would want more than anything than to be with you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Call me Crazy but I already know I'm insane, but what's more horrifying is that people everywhere suffer from this same dissability. Now to a certain extent its totally true that my Ex wants to be with me, but &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"my own"&lt;/span&gt; sense of what's happening outside of whats real and tangible versus those things considered abstract are always at war! Causing me to oftentimes confuse the that which I see and hear and the message that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is trying to get across to me. I know it annoys them for me to rant and rave about how much they don't love me because their actions are not consistent with their tales of love and admiration! Now when I am able to really think about it I feel a little sorry for them, it seems that many &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple messages of love and adoration, of hope and faith in our relationship have somehow been transposed and torn apart en route from their lips to my ears. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm always confusing myself, getting worked up and emotional, writing them off.....just to call them a few days later telling them how much I Love them for loving me despite my insanity. Everything in this World is run by a cycle. Our individual grasp of reality is one of those things. One day your fine the next, you've been committed to Saint E's. Whether a monthly recurrence or something that happens less often, they can be controlled. Bottom line stop causing yourself to see what isn't there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No you're not Dyslexic you just crazy, lucky for you the World runs on Insanity!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4912196809580516336-2039535306841449028?l=cassandra1987.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/feeds/2039535306841449028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4912196809580516336&amp;postID=2039535306841449028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/2039535306841449028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4912196809580516336/posts/default/2039535306841449028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandra1987.blogspot.com/2008/11/false-reality.html' title='False Reality'/><author><name>ticherie103</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11095235928733947965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
