<?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-8715141585183771502</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:56:12.719-06:00</updated><category term='friday randoms'/><category term='purses'/><category term='something new'/><category term='do&apos;s and dont&apos;s'/><category term='comparison'/><category term='food'/><category term='naija'/><category term='blah blah'/><category term='foo fighters'/><category term='wheels'/><category term='support.'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='menu'/><category term='randoms'/><category term='wishing'/><category term='opposite sex'/><category term='style'/><title type='text'>The Source..</title><subtitle type='html'>The blabbering of an Entertainment nut</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6800175352984072744</id><published>2012-01-26T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:13:39.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hiya folks, happy friday to ya. Hope everyone had a good week but good or bad it's always great to have the weekend here. It's been a stressful week and half for me and I haven't been sleeping so well so by early evening, I am so wiped out. I was a crabby monster today. oops. I heard of at least 3 deaths this week and I am just wondering if this is what it is to get older, just the constant news of someone dying, it's a bit scary but may the souls of all those who passed rest in peace. Before I start randoms, I did have one bright spot this week and got the best news from a friend. You know who you are, so so happy for ya and love you plenty! Alrighty folks, let's go dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch tv and see white folks fretting over their kid can't go to xyz college because there's no college fund. I am like shuo, student loan no dey? job no dey? You guys know about my hatred for student loans and I understand totally wanting to avoid it but it's an option, people haven't died from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small talk sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, the priest talked about not just praying but also listening to God. I swear, I always mean to do this but I chicken out because I am scared of what I will hear cuz I am sure it'll be a whole lot of scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people our age think they are invincible. I wonder what it's like being old. People always say it will be okay as long as you have lived a fulfilled life but it's not about that. It's just the thing of getting older and realizing your time is getting less and less. There's just something beautiful about life and being able to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched No strings attached. I couldn't help but compare it to Friends with Benefits. My goodness, NSA was an utterly ridiculous movie, it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly remembered in secondary school when someone was caught with a guy and she sold out and told the principal and vice principal all those that had boyfriends. Yea, I had a boyfriend at 13, trust me it wasn't serious. Although he did ask me at our christmas party for some "fun". 13 yr old me was appalled. Like wth do you mean fun? that's disgusting. how can you ask me such? lolll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you think, we are all judgmental in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys remember Bruno Mars getting caught with cocaine right? This man never went to rehab or anything, so I guess we are to believe that he just quit the habit cold turkey and never touched the stuff again? riiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Facebook 2 years ago and I still get asked what happened. It's like everyone is convinced that something traumatic happened. Is it so absurd to not want to be on fb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acronym POTUS just sounds weird. Like it should be a slang name for genitals or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so I finally got to go to a place and eat/drink by myself. Was in Memphis for work and was told to check out Beale street. It's this street with a whole bunch of bars and restaurants all lined up one after the other. I got harassed for a bit by this annoying guy but he eventually left and I got to enjoy my drink. ( I swear I am getting to used to doing stuff by myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are days when you won't feel "in love". That's what the vows are for. That's when love as choice trumps love as a feeling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a little sensitive to it but I get a bit testy when people make comments about children from single homes. They've never experienced it but they have general assumptions about their "issues". It's as much as an assumption as assuming that long term marriages are all automatically happy ones and automatically produce issue-less kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to new beginnings and trying new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments go a long way..at least for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feminists close your ears* I want to be spoiled. I want to be taken care of. I have stuff around my apartment that I'd like done for me. It's been so long since I've had to not be ms independent/worry/take care of stuff. I'd like to just forget everything and be pampered. Ok I am done, g-suit put back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to skinny dip sometime in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 98% of my BB statuses are song titles or from songs but there are 3 categories my contacts deduce from it. 1 - i am some oversexed freak 2- I am in love 3- I am depressed and sad. It's hilarious the comments I get but I listen to music for most of my day, so when a song I like comes up, I just change it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "Follow your heart" is one of the most bs advice you can give to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sin is like an incredible meal that becomes poisonous venom in your stomach. What you eat on Earth you may digest in Hell.” - Lecra. Let's just say that sent chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I got for y'all tonight. As always, have a wonderful weekend and be safe in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I go guys, check out the Vixen Series on this blog and feel free to leave a comment or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sardonicallybarbed.com/2012/01/25/the-vixen-part-1/"&gt;Vixen Series - 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sardonicallybarbed.com/2012/01/25/the-vixen-part-2/"&gt;Vixen Series - 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sardonicallybarbed.com/2012/01/26/the-vixen-part-3/"&gt;Vixen Series - 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZNtticFI60?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZNtticFI60?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6800175352984072744?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6800175352984072744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6800175352984072744' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6800175352984072744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6800175352984072744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-randoms_26.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2459307803355003543</id><published>2012-01-25T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:23:48.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Yourself - The Demi Moore Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Demi Moore on her feelings about her body:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have had a love-hate relationship with my body. When I’m at the greatest odds with my body, it’s usually because I feel my body’s betraying me, whether that’s been in the past, struggling with my weight and feeling that I couldn’t eat what I wanted to eat, or that I couldn’t get my body to do what I wanted it to do. … Sweet and savory. I think I sit today in a place of greater acceptance of my body, and that includes not just my weight but all of the things that come with your changing body as you age to now experiencing my body as extremely thin — thin in a way that I never imagined somebody would be saying to me, “You’re too thin, and you don’t look good.”&lt;br /&gt;I find peace when I don’t see my body as my enemy, when I step back and have appreciation and look at all that my body has done for me. It’s allowed me to give birth to three beautiful children, allowed me to explore different roles as an actor, allowed me to be strong. You can’t look at yourself in the mirror and tear your body apart. You have to look at it and go, “Thank you. Thank you for standing by me, for being there for me no matter what I have put you through.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On how Ashton cheating on her really kind of translated into “I’m not living up to my full potential” somehow or another:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think what scares me is not having the courage to reach my full potential … which means that I would allow fear, insecurity, and doubt to rule me and that I would ask for only a little of what is actually there for me. It would mean that I would be settling. And so for me, it’s not just about reaching my potential in terms of my career. It goes more to the idea of being whole, of loving oneself. And I think there is no way to reach your fullest potential if you don’t really find the love of yourself. If I were to answer it just kind of bold-faced, I would say what scares me is that I’m going to ultimately find out at the end of my life that I’m really not lovable, that I’m not worthy of being loved. That there’s something fundamentally wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News broke today or was it yesterday that Demi Moore had checked into rehab for anorexia and to have general wellness back. The excerpts above are from an interview she did with Harper's Bazaar and you can tell that something was up. Forget the fact that she is a rich woman with a body that looked good after 3 children. Some of the things she said above are worries a lot of women have, speaking for myself I know I have had a love-hate relationship for my body for a long time and even though I am not 100% and still a work in progress, I am at a place where I am beginning to accept myself and work with what I got. Just reading the interview made me uncomfortable, it was just...negative. This particularly - If I were to answer it just kind of bold-faced, I would say what scares me is that I’m going to ultimately find out at the end of my life that I’m really not lovable, that I’m not worthy of being loved. That there’s something fundamentally wrong with me - struck a chord with me. I'll confess to having thoughts like this but reading/hearing it from someone else, that's such an awful thing to say and makes me dig my heels further in my resolve to just continue in my quest for a better me. I have always been adamant not to pass any unhealthy or negative thoughts and body issues down to my daughter if I have one, especially in a world like ours where everything is so body driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just thought I'd share and spread encouragement to anyone struggling with body issues. Hope we all get to that happy place of acceptance. Have a lovely rest of the week, the weekend is round the corner!! muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2459307803355003543?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2459307803355003543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2459307803355003543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2459307803355003543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2459307803355003543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/loving-yourself-demi-moore-interview.html' title='Loving Yourself - The Demi Moore Interview'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-9049143046699567847</id><published>2012-01-20T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:41:53.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre-Nup Issue</title><content type='html'>So by now, you must be under a rock if you haven't heard how Vanessa and Kobe reached a settlement in their divorce which included $75 million and 3 of their mansions. My dearly beloved twitter had boys and girls alike with their panties in a bunch about this issue. I exaggerate, let me be nice and say they simply aired their views on the matter. There were two sides: those who thought Vanessa was a bloodsucking, greedy bitch who didn't deserve the money and those who thought Kobe was a cheating bastard who deserved to be hit in the pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to me alone, it's really not that serious. This isn't the first couple to have a divorce in California that involved large sums of money but I have to say I am quite amused by how passionate everyone was getting. Is it brand new news that a spouse is entitle to half the partner's earnings in California after 10 years of marriage? - this is where those that think she is a gold digger will say she waited specifically to hit this mark to file - which may or may not be true, meh. Was Kobe not of sane mind when he decided to not get a pre-nup? Anyways, what gets me the most out of all of this is how the fact that he cheated, allegedly a number of times is being treated like nothing. I know cheating has become so rampant that most people are desensitized to it and it's like oh you will heal get over it but I really don't think people realize what it's like to be hurt so blatantly and repeatedly by someone you love.(before i get attacked, I am assuming they loved each other). Sure, the money helps but that shit fucks with your head. We don't know what happens behind closed doors but what if he had given her a disease? Will sorry cure your herpes or in the most dire situation, HIV? I dunno, yea maybe she is taking too much from him but he cheated! He decided to get married without a pre-nup, he decided to step outside the marriage - the consequence of that is that his wife might discover and choose to file a divorce and he risks losing his fortune. what did the babe do? did she put a gun to the judge's head and demand? Last I checked it was a settlement, meaning Kobe agreed abi? We don't have the full story and all the strong stances being made are just..na wa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just for fun, I asked a friend of mine that if he was banking like that would he make his wife sign a pre-nup? and he said yes. I asked why? He said because being that rich there's more of chance of a woman trying to take advantage of you and it's never 100% certain. I responded with well even in our regular pay bracket nothing is ever certain. He said, well in this case there's more to lose (which is true talk). So then I asked if you think there's a chance she might take advantage of you why marry? So clearly, I was just joshing around but I always wonder about that for these celebs with boatloads of money. Why bother marrying at all? Ok fine, I get the love part but it's not like they are bound to religious or fire breathing naija parents like us plus statistics are not on their side, so why marry? Save your assets and keep it moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought I had was can you have both? Both being, can you have all the warm goodness of love that makes you want to get married and save your money at the same time? I ask because there are people who take offense to signing a pre nup because they translate it as not being trusted etc etc. Do you truly love someone if you expect them to screw you over? This Cali law isn't restricted to big ol' moneybags, so fella's what pay bracket would you start to worry and make your wife sign a prenup? Ladies, would you be offended if you are asked to sign a pre nup? Personally, I don't think ( I say think, i don't know how i'd feel in an actual situation where i have strong feelings for someone) I would be offended if the reason is because you know...shit happens. Where I think i'd be offended is if he thinks I would want to take advantage of him and wait 10 years and pow! flee with half. This life gan, nothing is ever black or white. Whatever happens, I hope they both find some kind of peace with the situation and their kids adjust the best they can to it too. Feel free to comment and let me know what you think on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely weekend my people. Stay safe and stay blessed.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-9049143046699567847?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/9049143046699567847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=9049143046699567847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/9049143046699567847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/9049143046699567847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/pre-nup-issue.html' title='The Pre-Nup Issue'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1313994628562972242</id><published>2012-01-18T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:55:21.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come what may</title><content type='html'>Happy hump day folks. I feel like I should apologize for my recent posts of just songs on here but it's my blog abi? I actually think if i put my mind to it, I could express myself with just songs. I had a mini road trip today and that always equals reconnecting with songs I haven't heard in forever. I might as well tell you there is no rhyme or reason to this post and I have no point at all. Like Monica said, "just one of those days", well except in this case it means so much to say but nothing will be said. I think I'll go get myself a drink (sidebar: it's pretty easy to be an alcoholic sha). There won't be any randoms this week, so have yourself a lovely weekend. I intend to have a good one by God's grace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ht&lt;a href="http://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/"&gt;tp://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know the Moulin Rouge soundtrack word for word from beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YsMvzgeSuI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YsMvzgeSuI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1313994628562972242?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1313994628562972242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1313994628562972242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1313994628562972242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1313994628562972242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/come-what-may.html' title='Come what may'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1058085825791311992</id><published>2012-01-16T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:03:46.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison &amp; Wine</title><content type='html'>I adore this song. Have a great week ahead, my lovelies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You only know what I want you to&lt;br /&gt;I know everything you don't want me to&lt;br /&gt;Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't love you but I always will&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't love you but I always will&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't love you but I always will&lt;br /&gt;I always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back&lt;br /&gt;The less I give the more I get back&lt;br /&gt;Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a choice but I still choose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't love you but I always will&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't love you but I always will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-6EwdDiopQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-6EwdDiopQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1058085825791311992?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1058085825791311992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1058085825791311992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1058085825791311992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1058085825791311992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/poison-wine.html' title='Poison &amp; Wine'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8157858925824367180</id><published>2012-01-13T07:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:41:41.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to do this last night but after days of not sleeping, my body seems to have finally come around and I am crashing something major, so I am scrambling to do this right quick before I head to work. It's been such a busy week at work and it's been oh so cold :(. We've had freeze warnings and such, even my hot water doesn't get as hot as it usually does but no complaining,some have it worse complete with snow. It's the weekend! yay!. I'll go ahead and just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I see comments from people who say thick girls are tricky because in the future they eventually get fat. I always wonder about that logic and wonder why everyone seems to ignore the fact that there have been slim girls who just blew up from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading (or watching) don't remember and it said that there are cases of having orgasms during childbirth. To which I call bullshit. Who comes up with these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cute seeing men who just adore their wives sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times you hear women say "He will never find anyone who cares for me as much as I do". Unfortunately, he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who have lived life very well. You know how you can tell? Pick any ludicrous story you can think of and they will have a story that can relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched that episode of RHOA where Bob counter sued Sheree for child support. He won that day and was doing leaps and twirls and sticking his tongue out. I was so angry. I thought the day you become a parent, you live for your child and would do anything to provide for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am guilty of this but that feeling when somebody hurts you so much and they aren't even aware of it. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a show and this guy and this girl start getting it on and she starts to cry. She later explained that it hit her that she was an "in between girl" - the girl guys hang out with or sleep with and right after settle in a relationship. Maybe it's not new but i'd never heard that term before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See back in the day when I used to block out my feelings, life was so much easier. Dealing with feelings is so much wahala but I guess it's part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moving on isn't the hard part. Staying moved on is the hard part"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah human beings. Forever seeking validation from other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend mentioned to me that someone going to Redeemed was a deal breaker for her and I instantly agreed. Now, now Redeemed members don't get offended. I am catholic and I have heard a number of times how that's a deal breaker for some. I guess, it depends on the type of Redeemer you are sha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was brought to my knowledge that once an Igbo man decides to wife up a chick, he does that quick and they don't do any of that long engagement/dating thing. On the Yoruba side, their men marry younger. What say ye people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sucks? Recounting a convo and realizing all the things that you should have said at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, would you go to a club on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My married friends stay throwing in my face how much regular sex they are getting. yeye friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little moment this week. Was talking to my friend and he said "You're awesome". I was ready to respond and state how nah, not really etc etc and I stopped myself and thought he didn't say you are perfect. he just said you are awesome, take the compliment and move on. So I said thank you and that was that. Hoping for more of that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend folks. Stay blessed and pray for our fellow Nigerians back home. Hopefully things get better and not worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-fWDrZSiZs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-fWDrZSiZs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8157858925824367180?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8157858925824367180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-3338633637678287244</id><published>2012-01-06T19:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:47:27.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just enjoy the show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go, can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down, make it stop or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot to be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool out of love 'cause I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go, can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight&lt;br /&gt;The people follow the signs and synchronize in time&lt;br /&gt;It's a joke nobody knows, they've got a ticket to the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back, I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back, just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back, I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back, just enjoy the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elsh3J5lJ6g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3338633637678287244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-enjoy-show.html' title='Just enjoy the show'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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-8715141585183771502.post-5749056774926322444</id><published>2012-01-05T02:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T04:42:50.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Stock 2011</title><content type='html'>Taking Stock was a blog post idea that I got from another blog back in 2010. It's a pretty cool way of just documenting how your year went in different aspects of your life. I have been asked what I thought of 2011 and if it was a good year for me. Quite frankly, any year which I get to live through and see a new year is a good year because it means I get the chance to keep forging ahead and keep hope alive. So without further ado, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not giving myself top marks this year in this area. I mean, I went to church and said my prayers but I can't say that I grew spiritually and complacency is never a good thing. If I could just find that magical serum that transforms good intentions to actions. This year, I'd like to have more quality prayer time with God and work on not just praying but also listening to what He has to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was great last year and were always there for me as far as distance can allow. I got to see my mom much more than usual also, which was good. I don't really have any family here in the States and most times I feel very disconnected from my extended family back in Nigeria. They are all building families and their kids don't know who I am. On the flip, I don't know a lot of fam on my dad's side and it was pretty nice getting to know my cousin better on that side of the family this christmas. I have to say that it's a tad difficult noticing how my mom/uncle/aunties are getting older and I am very aware of their mortality, sigh. Either way, I am grateful for the family I have and it's good to know that even if we don't see much, they still have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, human beings and our complications. Well, it was a good year for friendships, *knock on wood*, I am yet to experience the flat out big betrayals that people always talk about and I am grateful for the people I get to call my friends and allow me to be myself while keeping judgements to a minimum. I used to think as you got older, you couldn't make new friends like your old ones but I think I disagree. I have met some amazing people as I get older. I did learn something about friendships last year though. As I get older, my tolerance gets lower and I have less time for bs. I learned that friendships should not be forced and once you learn the dynamics of a friendship the easier and better it is. Just as everyone is different, every friendship is different. It's about understanding your friend and knowing if it's something you want to invest time and effort in. If you don't, chuck the deuces and don't force something that isn't. I do wonder if it's terrible that I feel like if anyone decides they didn't want to be friends with me anymore, it'll suck but life goes on, so #ontothenext. That being said, I am grateful for each and every one of my friends who have been there with me and I love and appreciate you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINANCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think that's about all I can say to this. Ok, don't get me wrong, I am not starving by any means. I am one of those savers as opposed to a spender. Like almost everyone else, I wish I was earning more. My student loans still hover around me like a dark cloud and my medical bills didn't make things any easier. I shut down one of my credit cards though so yay. I don't have any bill collectors knocking at my door so I suppose I am good. I am a tither and I do believe it has helped me, cuz sometimes when I think I am going to drown, I somehow make it. So here's to a continuation of my financial responsibility in the new year and some money windfall dropping from the sky into my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EDUCATION/CAREER PATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after 3 long years, I finally got my MBA completed. It was really difficult working and going to school at the same time and I remember in the beginning feeling like there was no way I could cut it and graduation was a lifetime away, but I did it and stuck it through, so pat on the back for me. Well now I have it, the next question is "what next?". I love my job. I actually do. I like the people I work with, I like my company culture. I have worked a job, I absolutely hated and so this is huge for me. As much as I love my job, I just know I could be doing more and would like to put my MBA to good use (and also earn money). So, its about that time to take that leap of faith again. Of course, there are those who keep whispering the move back to Nigeria chant. I am not opposed to it, it just has to be the right opportunity for me and I have to be ready. Honestly, if I had my way I would want to do a one or two year stint internationally (don't care where) and figure my way out from there. I ultimately will still want to own a business of mine but I guess I'll wait till I figure out what industry that will be. This is a huge prayer point of mine this year, ya girl needs some serious direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my dramatic moment is over. As y'all may know, I am not the most exciting when it comes to relationships (or maybe I am and I am just being coded lol). I will say this (no cockiness), I am not going to lie, I don't lack for interest from the opposite sex. Most people will say it's the ass and maybe that's what it is but I'd like to believe that I have a great personality also. I had a fun dating year but all that being said, yea I was still single through 2011. My friends have done their dissections, analyzing etc to figure out what be the problem?. I know what the problem is, but y'all ain't ready for my issues lol. I have a knack for liking people where it isn't reciprocated, I have done that in the past and 2011 was no exception and I am beginning to think I do it on purpose. Well for 2012, I think I am ready to give a serious relationship [and myself] a chance. I'd like to allow myself to believe that I could be in a situation where someone sees how amazing I am - and most importantly, I allow myself to believe it's true and enjoy the ride. We'll see how it goes, so help me God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PHYSICAL HEALTH/GENERAL WELL BEING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing great for most of the year. I had a work out plan, was trying to eat right and as you all know, had the biggest health challenge I had ever experienced in my life. I don't think I can ever explain fully the whole journey, but I can never express my gratitude to God enough for seeing me through. I never get into full details about it but I think the effects will always be there mentally or maybe it's still too soon. There's a lot I worry about but I can't do anything about it. Besides, all that I think I was pretty good generally. I am a natural worrier so, every now and then when my brain was in over drive, I'd have my bouts of not sleeping. I hope to get back on a work out plan this year and work towards a healthier, happier me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDICTIONS/BAD HABITS/SOCIAL LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed. I am still addicted to my blackberry, tv and all things internet.  I am slowly trying to wean myself off juice, since I could guzzle that thing all day long. My bad habit in 2011 was letting fear rule my life and not just going out and grabbing life by the balls. I used to be so gutsy, I wonder what happened. I think I had a pretty good social life. I don't go out as much as I used to in my city but I traveled a lot and I always get to do stuff when I am out of town. I really hope I get to go somewhere international this year. Nigeria stays taking my vacay time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this was long as hell but I am finally done yay! Yea, that's my 2011 in a kinda nutshell. I am sure I left a whole bunch of stuff out but it is currently 4.41am, normal people are sleeping. Feel free to share yours or let me know if you do yours, so I can check it out. Here's wishing everyone a happy, healthy, fulfilling and fantastic 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5749056774926322444?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5749056774926322444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5749056774926322444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5749056774926322444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5749056774926322444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-stock-2011.html' title='Taking Stock 2011'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6630623525735981469</id><published>2012-01-03T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:59:33.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Down Yankee</title><content type='html'>So I am back. Just got in a few hours ago and it was a loooong and tedious journey but I finally made it home safe and sound, bags intact and all and for that I thank Baba God. Happy New Year guys!!. Hope everyone had a wonderful new year, I had a good one. For one, compared to last year, I wasn't in the air feeling sorry for myself. I was with loved ones surrounded by too much food. I still didn't get a new year kiss though :(. One day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naija was fun. Naija is always fun.Unfortunately, I can't get into major, major details :D, so just take my word for it. It was good seeing a lot of friends and hanging out and just enjoying myself with no worries. Nepa was so good to me (yes me), in the two weeks that I was there, I didn't sleep without light not for one day (can you believe that?). I took leaving harder than I thought I would, I was actually really bummed and wished I could spend more time but back to reality jare. Operation Get Taynement to move was in effect and my cousin says he is going to get me back even if it's for a year lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already seen me tweet this, I have to share what the customs guy said to me when I got in. After, singling me out for a search, I was wheeling my suitcase in and he said "did you bring bushmeat?". Before I could get over that shock, he went through my suitcase, found nothing ( I honestly came back with nothing, I swear I must have lost my brain, I didn't even come back with music or my regular staple of groundnuts, nothing I tell you) anyways, he goes, "You mean, you didn't even bring hair?". I guess our people be rolling into the country with bush meat and brazilian hair?? Either way, I shook my head for my country. Let's not even get into details of what's going on now with the fuel subsidy and all. May God help the average man/woman in that country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly grateful for the grace of seeing the new year and thankful for last year. I will be doing my Taking Stock 2011 post soon and will put it up when I'm done. I'll try to be as honest as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh p.s can I share that when we did the midnight prayer to ring in the new year, all the girls in the house were made to pray a spinster prayer for 2012 to be the "year of marriage bells" lmaoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, have a wonderful week, I am going to find something to medicate my throat it's so raw and sore and I still have a cold. Need to get back in top health for the busy months ahead at work. Laters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6630623525735981469?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6630623525735981469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6630623525735981469' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6630623525735981469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6630623525735981469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2012/01/touch-down-yankee.html' title='Touch Down Yankee'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2285406278736424199</id><published>2011-12-22T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:39:56.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Down Lagos</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, I don reach Lagos o. Like everytime, it feels nice to be back. I had an eventful plane ride. I spent a day in London. On our way there, we had a sick passenger and had to make an emergency landing. Pilot announces we have to land in Memphis, we are almost there and he announces they have to change to Nashville, we head on out there and once almost there again, pilot says we have to go back to Memphis cuz they are better equipped to check the plane and make sure we can fly over water *confused face* err, thought it was a sick passenger? Anyways we land and passenger is rushed off to hospital.I found it interesting that even though there were no Nigerians on my flight, there sure was clapping when we landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration line in the UK is cuh-razy man. Takes forever.I happened to be in line behind background singers from Rihanna's tour who seemed miffed that they were standing in line with us "regular folks" - goats. London was so cold man chei. Finally got to taste Nando's chicken and I liked. Anyways back to airport for final leg to Lagos and it was full of skinny jeans wearing youngsters. My ears were ringing with juvenile convos like "I fancy xyz's bro" "maybe I'll ask him if he wants to join the mile high club". Virgin Airlines is awesomeness though. Had a air hostess who looked JUST like Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, touchdown Lagos at 6am, luggage came out smooth including hand luggage I had to check in. Got home, took a shower and hit the streets, went to say hi to a friend and had drinks with friends at Radisson. Next day I slept some and hit up Likwid and that was major fun, I danced like a fool (as always). Hung out at ebar the next day and ran into ms sassy. This lagos sef, na small place. Well today, all roads were supposed to lead to Swe but all the goddamn smoking in this country got to me and I'm here sneezing and hacking my brains out. I'm bummed out lying here in my jammies, when I could be dancing and losing my voice but tomorrow na tomorrow. I'll make up for this. Well that's my update so far, hope you guys are doing well. Merry christmas guys and thank you for the time you take out to read this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2285406278736424199?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2285406278736424199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2285406278736424199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2285406278736424199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2285406278736424199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/12/touch-down-lagos.html' title='Touch Down Lagos'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6159267945815696946</id><published>2011-12-17T08:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:14:33.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hello people. How are ya? and how are you getting ready for the holidays? I actually had randoms for this week but due to unforeseen circumstances, I wasn't able to get it all together. I leave for Naija soon and I still am not done packing plus so much work to wrap up on. So basically, for those of you that hit me up for randoms, I'm sorry! and I will be sure to have some up soon enough. I am going to do my year in review at the end of they year or maybe when I get back, it's pretty cool stuff and hopefully some of y'all will do it too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it's funny how your mood can change so quickly (or is it just me). I woke up this morning all in a fantastic mood till I saw something that just annoyed me. Whatever. Also, what's with people and giving you stuff to take home to naija for them when you aren't that cool, isn't it awkward?. I think I have said no in so many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wishing you guys a very very happy holidays. Hope you have a blessed one and an even better new year and year ahead. I might or might not update, depending on my internet connection. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Had to leave, Had to live"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkPy4yq7EJo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkPy4yq7EJo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6159267945815696946?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6159267945815696946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6159267945815696946' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6159267945815696946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6159267945815696946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-randoms.html' title='Non Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2489770001399793131</id><published>2011-12-08T23:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T02:01:03.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Whaddya know, it's another Friday and I have randoms this Friday. Again. 2 weeks in a row. I'm on fire! I keed. It's been a very strange week and some of my friends have just had a hard week and sometimes there are just no right words to say. It is freezing in Texas guys! I'm talking ice on my car, 30 degree weather and it's not cute at all. I'd say I am looking forward to Naija heat but I hear it's major hot there too. Speaking of which, I don't think I realize that I am leaving for Naija in a few. I haven't done diddly squat. Random time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked a couple of my female friends if they'd want to come back as a guy or a girl again and everyone said they'd want to come back as a girl. Go figure that I am the only one who would want to come back as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this before but as hard as it is to find a life partner/someone that gets you. I can't imagine losing them while you are still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something devastating happens to you and you feel your world has stopped. I think one of the hardest things to grasp is that the world doesn't stop just because yours has. It keeps going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a banging body or a beautiful face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think that they can control their emotions? I don't think you can control how you feel, you can only control if you want to suppress or express it but how you feel can't be controlled. Abi ki lo feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma Dilemma Dilemma. Jesus be my decision maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose responsibility is it to bring up the "status" talk in a boy/girl talking situation. My friend who is a guy makes it his duty to always be clear on where they stand, most girls seem to wait on the guy to bring it up, but should it be that way? I think anyone of the two should be able to express what they want or is it better for it to be the guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I hear about life after children the more I get a bit worried about it. It just seems to change everything. I see these women who just seem exhausted mentally, physically and are overwhelmed. But women, have been doing this for years, no? So we go do am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way people dey scream divorce you'd think that it was so easy and it really isn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't Jlo be single? Is it such taboo to be single? I always wonder what drives people to that point where they can't stand to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising to me that there are females out there who do not enjoy oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we women are quick to call men out for some stuff that we do. Think about it I am sure you have gone on a few dates or had a good time with a dude and suddenly decided you don't want to talk to them and ignored calls. If it was a dude now, curses would have been rained on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like gisting with my guy friends. They have some of the most hilarious stories I have ever heard. On the flip, I don't think it helps with my guy cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never kissed anyone at midnight on New Years Day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Heigl said that if she found our her husband was cheating and it was a one time thing, she'd be devastated but she would forgive him and work through things. Now that's all great and dandy but why announce it to all and sundry or let him know for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned so much from my mistakes...I'm thinking of making some more". This quote doesn't make sense but i just thought it was cute when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic weekend guys. As always be safe in all you do and enjoy life to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qb7zjKkLCoQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qb7zjKkLCoQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2489770001399793131?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2489770001399793131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2489770001399793131' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2489770001399793131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2489770001399793131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-randoms_08.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1184118861160298068</id><published>2011-12-01T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:26:25.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Howdy Ho guys. I feel like I haven't done this in forever, well actually I haven't. Can you believe we are in December?? Like a whole year flew by just like that *snaps fingers*. We thank God for giving us life to see this month. I have been doing considerably okay, still on the road of recovery, getting back to the swing of things at work (honestly, I don't think I have 100% to give till next year),dashing money to my city's police force via speeding tickets and traffic violations and "recapturing my pearl"(inside joke). How was your thanksgiving? I had a good one, got to see my family and hang out with friends. While people were yammering on about being stuffed, I didn't get to eat much. For some reason, I just didn't have any appetite. Do you realize that we have some kind of holiday going from October to get money going?Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's...Oh dear, Valentine's is in two months?? moving right along. Let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird feeling when you recommend a song to someone and they don't like it. Can't imagine how the artists themselves who work hard on a project and get trashed by critics/public feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this thing that I'd like to visit all 50 states in the U.S (ha, right?. Well I'm 30 states behind. God give me life and money, let's see what we can do in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's admirable to own your own business but sometimes I get irked by people who want to shove it down your throat like you're an idiot if you aren't self employed. I mean is it beans to just own your business? biko, shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I saw this: If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing - timing. Except timing's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people feel that their purpose must be this big grandiose thing? Why can't one's purpose be something simple. You don't have to do something big and splashy to leave an impact on someone's life. Everyone isn't a Steve Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making peppersoup the other day and was staring at my dried ukazi and I was wondering if it could be smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not compare thyself to anyone. Not healthy. Not wise and just plain useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented the other day that it seemed majority of my bbm contacts are happy/blessed/favored/thankful. I often wonder if Nigerians are the only ones who love these adjectives and use it as much as my people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read or saw somewhere that whether or not they like it, parents always have a favorite child. They'll NEVER admit it but they do. They think they do a good job of covering it up but often times, it's pretty obvious who it is. I am not sure if I am making this part up, but I hear a lot of the time it's the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite amusing that the general thought is that women are crazy. Men have their moments more times than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, which you know is bad for you is what you can't help but want. smh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gone out to eat alone. Has anyone done that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen myself as a "shut up and swallow it" kinda person, actually I am quite vocal. If I am annoyed, I don't like to react immediately. I'll talk about it eventually and also you learn to pick your battles and some things just aren't worth it, so I find it interesting that some people perceive me as a "don't speak" kind of person. Actually, some time ago someone told me that he didn't think I would say anything if my husband hit me *major confused face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do the muppets get to keep their voices consistent especially when they die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone reading that wouldn't watch porn with their significant other? Please let me know why in the comment box. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me if I thought it was possible to be in love with someone and still miss sex with another person and I said absolutely. What say ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna touch the Kim K nonsense but I have to say that Kourtney Kardashian seems depressed. Why stay with someone you find a fault in every second? Speaking of which, why do women who decide to give their cheating husbands another try, make their lives living hell? Noone forced you to stay, so either you truly give it a chance or you just carry go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don try jare. Y'all have a great weekend. Enjoy yourselves and if you are going to, please drink, drive and sex responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3Zu7Aop684?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3Zu7Aop684?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1184118861160298068?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1184118861160298068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1184118861160298068' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1184118861160298068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1184118861160298068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-165860638164230686</id><published>2011-11-17T18:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T18:39:17.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>As seen on twitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"To love is to suffer, to avoid suffering, one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that make sense to you? Let me know your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys, It's been a minute hasn't it? My friend asked if I'd ever blog again and i was like who knows. I have totally lost my blogging mojo. I hope everyone is doing well. I am doing okay and trudging with each day. This cold is not smiling. I don't do well with cold at all. I feel like I am coming down with something but I really hope not. I am looking forward to thanksgiving, not a fan of turkey but looking forward to hanging out with friends and family. Christmas is round the corner guys, anyone else going to Nigeria? I don't yet have naija excitement but I always have a good time there, so we'll see. Yall have a great weekend and stay safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDq3fNew1rU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDq3fNew1rU?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-165860638164230686?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/165860638164230686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=165860638164230686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/165860638164230686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/165860638164230686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/11/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1352456537210296603</id><published>2011-11-02T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:43:46.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>“Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.”&lt;br /&gt;— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1352456537210296603?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1352456537210296603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1352456537210296603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1352456537210296603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1352456537210296603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/11/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1810705529000496544</id><published>2011-10-27T12:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:17:04.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf6IVSmlOew/TqmR763-9OI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ohsNdPbIME/s1600/everything_xkcd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf6IVSmlOew/TqmR763-9OI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ohsNdPbIME/s400/everything_xkcd.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668222064624858338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click on it to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stolen from RG's blog. Thanks!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1810705529000496544?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1810705529000496544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1810705529000496544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1810705529000496544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1810705529000496544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf6IVSmlOew/TqmR763-9OI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ohsNdPbIME/s72-c/everything_xkcd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7966158170735992748</id><published>2011-10-17T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:40:53.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Health</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys. Long time no blog. Thanks to everyone who reached out and checked up on me. I had my surgery last Tuesday and it went well. I am home now on bed rest, healing well so far and OD'ing on pain pills. My mom has practically been an angel since I can't really do much of anything - although I can take a shower myself now and get off the bed without help woot! woot! - I am truly, truly grateful that she could make it back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my topic. I just listened to an interview with Guiliana Rancic on her breast cancer. For those of you that may not know, Guiliana has also been public about how difficult it has been for her to conceive after trying IVF twice before, miscarrying on the first try and it not taking on the second try. Her third attempt, her doctor forced her to get a mammogram even though she is just 36 and that's how it was discovered. I just kept thinking that she doesn't deserve this on top of that, so why her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really took notice of this because I know how many times the word cancer kept being thrown out to me during the time I was doing many tests. In fact, not until 2 days before my surgery was cancer ruled out completely and nothing quite rocks your world like hearing that word. Guiliana as a precaution took the breast cancer gene test a few years ago and didn't test positive for it. Her family also has no history of cancer. I remember when the doctor would try to reassure me and be like for someone your age there's only a 3% chance of cancer but I wasn't reassured because I really feel stuff we eat in this country is messing with our bodies and all these stats are changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell you not to get a mammogram till 40 but more and more people my age and younger are getting breast cancer or ovarian cancer prognoses. I am probably biased but as if it is not enough that we deal with periods every month (some painful). I feel we have all these other things that we have to deal with that men don't necessarily have to. Everything has a fighting chance if caught early, so I beg you ladies to always listen to your body and see a doctor when you feel something is off. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month but we should be aware always of everything going on in our body. She's probably never going to see this but I wish Guiliana all the best with surgery and radiation, I hope she pulls through and gets that baby that she wants Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now before I get preachy :D. Have a great week ahead and P.S If you aren't watching Homeland, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3XyWhrZnqE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3XyWhrZnqE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7966158170735992748?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7966158170735992748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7966158170735992748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7966158170735992748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7966158170735992748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/10/female-health.html' title='Female Health'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6144828921430688738</id><published>2011-10-02T19:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:42:49.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what happens...</title><content type='html'>...while you are busy making plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my concerns included sulking about a boy/figuring out how to make the Adele concert/what to wear to a wedding etc etc. In the last week, my priorities have become trying to keep up with my doctor appointments and figuring out which hospital or specialist I am seeing on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I started having abdominal pains but I am the kind to brush things off and ride the pain out. It didn't go away and my brother urged me to see a doctor. I went to see the doctor and she shoo'd me away with antibiotics. I dutifully took it and the pain didn't go away and it was becoming worse, so I went back to see another doctor last week Monday. I was actually going to cancel the appointment but went ahead anyways. Well, one abdominal pain complaint led to a week of tests upon tests and surgery next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all been so surreal because you watch these things on TV and in the movies but never think it'd be you. I am sitting in the doctor's office and watching her mouth move as she is listing things and all I can wonder is if she is really talking to me.(Why are doctors always so cheerful regardless of what news they are breaking to you?). A friend who is a doctor, came along with me on Friday to the doctor and she said, this was the first time she saw how it was to be on the other side and it was just a lot of info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty tough when it comes to a lot of things but I am not gonna front and say I am not scared. I am. I go through waves when I am okay and I tell myself everything will be okay but then at random times, I just start crying. I am scared about a lot of things. Surgery itself, my job (i have to be out for 6 weeks), medical costs ( I have insurance and I have spent $500 alone in the last week. I don't know how people without insurance do it) and just stuff. But as always, I am touched by the thoughtfulness of my friends and their offer to help. All I really wanted was my mom and I am so relieved that she is dropping everything and coming next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhue, I am keeping the faith and holding it together but I am not ashamed to ask you all for your prayers, because you can never get enough of those. So whether you are the praying kind or not, be kind enough to drop one line for me. I still am not 100% in the clear and this week brings about a bunch of new tests and pre op stuff with one of the surgeons but I am thinking positive. Speaking to friends in the medical field, )I hope I am not being humored) but it doesn't sound so terrible, I guess just to me the lay man it's just a bit scary. If nothing else guys, always listen to your body and if something isn't right, just go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I hated this song when I first heard it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEPTlhBmwRg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEPTlhBmwRg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6144828921430688738?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4427651494303443487</id><published>2011-09-12T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:20:21.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My To-Do List</title><content type='html'>Fairy God Mother Lucid decided that since this is my last year being in my twenties, she would give me a to-do list to accomplish before I hit the big 3-0. I dunno if the title was supposed to be "Ways to ruin my life (and credit) haha but I loved it and it made me smile, so thanks Mama Lucid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Call in sick to work and take yourself shopping, watch a matinee and eat copious amounts of your favorite ice cream in an outdoor cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Max out your credit card for no reason.  Buy your self an entire wardrobe if you want but max out one card because next year, you will have to start being “responsible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get drunk at a bar/night club and dance on a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Get kicked out or a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[side bar] you don’t have to do number 4 and number 5 on the same night.  Pace yourself girl.[/sidebar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Drive really really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Get in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have a one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Do NOT date your one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Show up to work still drunk from the night before.  Tell everyone you caught a bug.  No one will know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Stalk your crush and steal an item of clothing that belongs to him, preferably a shirt.  Sniff it when you dream of him as your baby daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Cry like a baby when that guy that you had dinner with did not call.  And you really really liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When you feel like things are going really bad and you feel overwhelmed, allow yourself to have a meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Don’t feel embarrassed about your meltdown. You just saved yourself some serious dough on shrink bills in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Let that guy that has been harassing you take you out to dinner.  Then order the most expensive items on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Have sex in a public bathroom and the back of a car, but not on an airplane bathroom.  This is post 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Date two guys that are friends.  The order in which you date them is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Discontinue useless friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Wear something that is so NOT you and will raise eyebrows and a possible write-up at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have a drink before noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Spend a night in jail for a misdemeanor that has to do with any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make it more fun for yourself and figure out which ones I have already done. Naturally, I am not gonna tell you which ones they are :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely week my people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/reG7Iu8seos?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/reG7Iu8seos?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4427651494303443487?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4427651494303443487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4427651494303443487' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4427651494303443487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4427651494303443487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-to-do-list.html' title='My To-Do List'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7558096277802344503</id><published>2011-09-11T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:10:17.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Stolen from another blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add that I don't believe all men are assholes or are all basically the same. #carryon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3vSuXkON4/Tma9u-fDTyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eRnqle3wnjw/s640/tumblr_kxtbsaWsIq1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 462px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3vSuXkON4/Tma9u-fDTyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eRnqle3wnjw/s640/tumblr_kxtbsaWsIq1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Spartacus from the show - Spartacus, Andy Whitfield passed away today at the age of 39 from cancer. May his soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7558096277802344503?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7558096277802344503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7558096277802344503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7558096277802344503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7558096277802344503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/09/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-We3vSuXkON4/Tma9u-fDTyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eRnqle3wnjw/s72-c/tumblr_kxtbsaWsIq1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-3498038939217713253</id><published>2011-09-10T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:21:55.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>+1</title><content type='html'>Well, I blinked and suddenly it's my birthday. I am 29 today and I am thankful to see another day. Thankful for my health, my family, my friends and everything else. I was too exhausted to be excited as I usually am but my friend dragged me out and I got a bit of excitement going - maybe it was the Ciroc in my system lol. It's amazing but I know at least 4 or is it 5 other people who share this date with me. I got a little patch of sadness during the night but meh such is life, guess it's time to close the door and move on. Let the healing process begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for their birthday wishes, I truly appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-3498038939217713253?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/3498038939217713253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=3498038939217713253' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3498038939217713253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3498038939217713253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/09/1.html' title='+1'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8301964200777105017</id><published>2011-09-01T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:43:33.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Howdy Ho people, how goeth life? Once again I am glad it's Friday. Happy new month people, we are into the -mber months, which means it's going to fly by and before you know it, a new year is upon us. Tick.Tock people lol. Speaking of time flying, I went to see a friend who had a baby and it's so weird to see college friends I partied with being parents, some on their second child. My sleep cycle is still shit, but I did try Yoga on saturday. I definitely rolled my eyes a lot but it wasn't so terrible, I'll go back. Oh yea, I got into my journal for a few days and now it's being tossed aside. I should just accept writing isn't for me jo. Anyhue, let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh twitter, twitter, twitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I saw someone's tweet that said they use their skype more than their phone. Having a bb that's definitely not the case for me, in fact whenever my skype pops up(it automatically comes on when my laptop is switched on), it says: Your contacts have not been very active lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere: " I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with". I couldn't agree more. I remember asking a friend of mine how he knew his wife was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and one of his reasons was he could be silent with her. Comfortable silence is highly underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get surprised when people do nice things for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how Tia and Tamera are identical twins but somehow Tamera is prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a number of people telling me to make my own video for Oliver. While $2500 is awesome money, I'd rather not have a public video of me shaking yansh to Oliver, there's enough already out there anyways (I'd totally murk it tho! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internalizer toh bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who watches Breaking Bad, it irks me that Walt still uses a flip phone. Whenever I see one in real life actually, I am still taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the opportunity, I don't think I'd want to date a celeb whether a Nigerian one or an American. I don't think I could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripe has been added to my yucky, dirty sounding vocab list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my promotional events for work is sponsoring a Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. I often wonder what it would be like if someone who was vehemently opposed to the gay and lesbian lifestyle were in this position. Would they decline to work the event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you don't get to see  your parents often, the first thing that hits you when you do is how much they've aged over the years. It's a bit sad.Makes you very aware of their mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to a Zumba class in a while, so I went last week. After the class, I had a number of people come up to compliment me on my dancing and one lady actually said she can tell I do African dance (shio!)and for a second I missed my old dance group, I could totally return but men rehearsals were a bitch. I need to get back to things I used to do before school ate up my time like volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week 2 of my friends who didn't know each other asked me for my ring size. I thought it was funny considering. In case you were wondering, I have no idea what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea if you ever have this conversation where a friend asks are you single? "I know a guy, he is xyz years old, he is tall and cute and ready to marry/searching/looking to settle down". I can guarantee you 95% of the time that the dude is Igbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I read a blog post in which a male commented saying: "Hell, should it not be fairly easier to be kind, courteous, and charming while remaining distant then unnecessarily going the extra yard for someone you’re pretty ambivalent on?". He was talking about a guy's attitude to a girl he isn't really feeling anymore. At first, I agreed with him, cuz really I don't think one needs to be a jackass just because you aren't feeling a chick anymore, but I took a second and thought about it and I wondered, how can you be kind, courteous and charming and be distant at the same time? is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, that's all I got. I am headed to the city that has my heart tomorrow and as usual I am overpacking. I am looking forward to it, I need it and I intend to have an awesome time. Naughty little me already found an aphrodisiac bar called OralFix, I totally intend to try it out and see if the side effects they promise are actually true. It's going to be a busy week for me, I come back Monday and immediately head out of town again for work on Tuesday but I am grateful for the distraction. Have a wonderful Labor Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have two songs for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first comes from Amos Lee whose music is a combination of like folk, rock, soul and whatever else. I just think this song is so "pretty" and chilled. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos Lee - Hello Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eb6QAqDzVkE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eb6QAqDzVkE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go wrong with R. Kelly. I like this song because it's sexy in a mature way and not all sleazed up as is characteristic of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.Kelly - Taxi Cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqnR2J8oRYY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqnR2J8oRYY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to Youtube for just being awesome. Actually shout out to Google. Alright I am out for real. Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8301964200777105017?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8301964200777105017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8301964200777105017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8301964200777105017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8301964200777105017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5167939361347758296</id><published>2011-08-29T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:16:46.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need...</title><content type='html'>As seen on a blog on my blog rounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who is prepared for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million questions&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollable laughter&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;My appetite&lt;br /&gt;Musical outbursts&lt;br /&gt;Random dancing&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;Sad/Happy tears&lt;br /&gt;Deep Talks&lt;br /&gt;My imagination&lt;br /&gt;My dreams&lt;br /&gt;Walks in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Random Texts&lt;br /&gt;Useless arguments&lt;br /&gt;...and acceptance of the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take away walks in the rain, give or take that appetite could be for both food and sex, add bbms to texts, know the random dancing could also be just being random and yea I totally agree with the list. Whatchu think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5167939361347758296?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5167939361347758296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5167939361347758296' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5167939361347758296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5167939361347758296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need.html' title='I need...'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8969703243018130556</id><published>2011-08-25T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:43:54.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 mins to Friday</title><content type='html'>I was going to title the post It's Friday but it won't be for another 30 and some minutes. There should be randoms but there won't be. So many thoughts, so many feelings but nothing that can be put here. This is probably why my sleep habits have been shit the last month or so. My trainer was on some, I don't enter some realm of sleep or something, so the slightest things wakes me up so I am not really sleeping, which just sounded weird. I don't know how I make it through the day really but I am tired a lot. I think if I can figure out how to shut my brain off it might help, thinking about trying yoga again. When I first tried it, it just freaked me out, it was too...serene. I felt like I could hear my thoughts, but it's worth a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a high threshold for pain, well unless it's waxing or piercings - speaking of which I want a piercing but I can't think of where to get it, I'm all grown now so I will probably settle for a 4th on my ear (how boring) - this is no different,feels like punishment and it's funny how everytime still cuts like the first time. Ha, probably why I ran. Anyhues, enough of my whining. Yall have a good weekend, enjoy and good times. I should have randoms next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6sqA9QtV5I?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6sqA9QtV5I?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8969703243018130556?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8969703243018130556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8969703243018130556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-mins-to-friday.html' title='30 mins to Friday'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-738641961540672085</id><published>2011-08-24T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:13:38.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tragedy of missing out</title><content type='html'>A friend posted this on twitter and I thought it was a great read. I shared it with some friends but I figure I'd post it on here. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father and his son went fishing on a small boat, hungry.&lt;br /&gt;The father helped his son reel in his first fish, and it was a beauty. “Great catch, son,” the father said.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but I’m worried I’m missing out on better fish,” the son said. “What if I could catch a bigger, tastier fish?”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe you should try,” the father said.&lt;br /&gt;And the son did, catching an even bigger fish an hour later. “A real beaut,” the father said.&lt;br /&gt;“But what if there are better fish out there?” the son asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe you should try,” the father said.&lt;br /&gt;And the son did, catching a bigger fish, then wondering if there were better fish, catching another, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the son was exhausted. The father asked, “How did the fish taste?”&lt;br /&gt;The son hesitated. “I’m not sure. I was so busy looking for better fish that I didn’t taste any of them.”&lt;br /&gt;The father smiled contentedly, patted his belly. “Don’t worry. They were delicious.”&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all of us like the son. We all worry, at some time or other, that we’re missing out on things.&lt;br /&gt;It’s why we’re so busy — we take on so much because we don’t want to miss out. We take on dozens of goals and aspirations, because we don’t want to miss out.&lt;br /&gt;But here’s the bare truth: we will miss out, no matter what. It’s inevitable. We cannot do or try everything in the world, even with lives twice as long. We cannot see every town and city, read every interesting book, watch every important film. We will always, always miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the second, more important truth: if you always worry about what you’re missing out on, you will miss out on what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a reading list a mile long — focus on the book in your hand. Don’t pack your vacation itinerary with every highlight of the city you’re visiting — walk around and enjoy what you find. Don’t worry about traveling the entire world — be delighted with the world around you. Don’t worry about what you’re missing online, or in the news — what you’re doing is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let go of your long to-do lists and goal lists. They are a futile attempt to keep from missing out. You will miss out, but in striving to do everything, you’ll miss out on the wonder of the thing you are doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;What you’re doing right now is all that matters. Let the rest go, and enjoy the fish you’ve already caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did not write this. This was written by Leo Babauta and I got this from http://zenhabits.net/miss/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-738641961540672085?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/738641961540672085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=738641961540672085' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/738641961540672085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/738641961540672085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/tragedy-of-missing-out.html' title='The tragedy of missing out'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5442153342237717901</id><published>2011-08-19T00:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:53:39.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, hope y'all are doing well. I had a pretty uneventful week and it went by really quickly. Hmm, I actually can't think of anything to talk about, that's how uneventful my week was. Summer is technically almost over but since I am in Texas, I think I still have a few months in...Ok, I have resorted to talking about the weather sha. I will stop this and just go straight to randoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in naija songs and here and there, I have heard some naija men mention being lightskinned to a woman as a compliment. It makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any guys that don't snore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last weekend and hit the drive through afterwards. There was a cab in front of us with some drunk white girls. I couldn't help but wonder if the meter was running and if it was if they were even aware, cuz we sure were in line for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my people (nigerians) so into appearances and flossing? It's like a sport to make sure everyone knows what you have or are doing and how you are living it up. It's not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say f*ck or fck, not sure what I am missing but are we not supposed to know they are saying fuck? Does it make you classier? I mean you might as well, write what it is and if you have a problem with the word, just don't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like emm, watching True Blood I wondered how these vamps give head. Don't the fangs interfere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's #weirdtaynementnews, Ricky Gervais featured on Curb your enthusiasm on sunday (still everly hilarious)and I thought to myself, this man isn't cute but he could get it. I don't know what it is about him - you may commence judgement. Oh, Turtle from Entourage too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something online about some celeb's ex who was giving his new girl trouble. Calling and hanging up, leaving hateful voicemails. Why do people do that? Ok fine, pain, hurt etc but do that ish in private na. Call your friend up and vent or something, going all that extra mile won't bring him back to you. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are naija songs begging to be danced to in Naija this december. And that is all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished that you never met someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for tickets to Nigeria and spoken to a lot of travel agents. Why do they [majority of the time] always try to change your dates? I mean if I was flexible I would have told you in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of travel agents, why are most of them middle eastern/indian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The myth is that big girls work harder in bed. Assuming it's true, do they still maintain the work ethic if they lose weight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got today folks. Have a wonderful weekend. I think I have a fun one planned. Have some friends coming into town and they are always a good time so fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide which song to post so I decided to post both songs. Who says it has to be just one song, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My booboo. My voice. I was tripping hard when I heard this song and said it sucked. This song is amazeballs and I love it.  When he hits that falsetto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Ocean - Thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPGVTta_lHY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPGVTta_lHY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man/group whatever brings a smile to my face. I don't think I will ever get tired of listening to him. I think this song is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weeknd - Rescue you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvcI5bgqyJA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvcI5bgqyJA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5442153342237717901?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5442153342237717901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5442153342237717901' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5442153342237717901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5442153342237717901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-randoms_19.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4437004512553814001</id><published>2011-08-11T20:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:39:10.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hey people. I figured I'd just post this before I pass out. I just got back from dinner with the Moms and I ate too damn much, I can literally feel my stomach stretching, yuck. Oh, speaking of the Moms, I can't believe she got carded tonight, granted they claim that Texas has a strict state law with alcohol blah blah, it was hilarious sha. It's been fun having my mom around sha even though she stays calling me "mad girl" :(. We've shopped so damn much, I have fulfilled my quota for the year. The last couple of days, I have come home from work to find my mom, lounging on the sofa in my dresses, smiling sheepishly. Come to find out she had gone through my closet and tried on my dresses and I only got spared some cuz "they were so short". Oh and once she was in front of my mirror dancing (guess I am her daughter). She's listening to a lot of Top 40 music and stays humming to them. "Give me everything" is her favorite, she asked me who the boy was that sings the chorus because "he has a lovely voice and I don't understand what the other man is saying before then". She asked who sang the "I'm into you" song and wondered why she never heard the "boom boom" song in nigeria - that would be Super Bass, people (her jam). Ok I could go on and on so I'll stop. I'll miss her when she leaves :(. Random shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I intend to, but I think I understand a little why people settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some niggas recognize the light but can't handle the glare" - A line from "The Light" by Common. Beautiful lyrics all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ehn, this ogbanje show or True Blood as it's better known as gets weirder and weirder each week. I won't lie, I think of myself as an enlightened Nigerian but biko, I still have Nigerian suspicion in me. If I was an actor I dunno if I would have liver to do some of the scenes they have on there. Like the whole witch scene last week and the chanting will spook me the hell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on True Blood, yes I know it's acting but err the actors who play Bill and Sookie dey try. I wonder if he is able to watch the sex scenes between Sookie and Eric. Again, I know it's acting but fact is she is still topless. Aren't most men really protective of their wives/girls? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the default assumption when I say I am single is "maybe you are picky". Someone, I hadn't spoken to in forever just said that to me. Err, you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to my dirty (sounding) word list - spurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like small talk sha, you know - how are you? how is work? etc. I usually can't wait for that part to be done. A friend of mine always complains that I start a convo with her from the middle, instead of saying hello, I go in like we've been talking forever lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What doesnt break you, changes you and not always for the better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes Louboutins so great? Why is it always on people's wish lists? I should try a pair and see if I feel different. Don't get me wrong, if I got it as a gift, I'd probably appreciate but I think I'd prefer an airline gift certificate or travel voucher or something before those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch trashy reality shows. Bad Girls Club is one of them - oh, feel free to judge me. Anyways, in one scene this girl is yarning with a dude in the house and all of  a sudden she goes "do you wanna have a deep conversation or do you wanna fuck cuz I can go either way". That was hella hilarious to me. No beating around the bush. Just in case you were curious the answer was the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's so weird that I like to plan waaay ahead for stuff. It just makes everything easier. Most of my guy friends are so scatter brained, its frustrating planning stuff. The whole go with the flow thing makes me itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was telling me how she went to a psychic. I don't think I will ever see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this on someone's blog: “Oh I pray to him everynight but looks like they all go to voicemail”. That was funny - and not because I could relate *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's all I have. Hope you all have a fun weekend, I intend to. I have a couple of friends coming into town, one or two shindigs to attend and will hang with the Moms. Stay safe everyone and let's all say a prayer or two for all the unrest around the world. Have a lovely weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. I love her version. I love her voice. I love the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a href="&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JUDbSL-5GHQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4437004512553814001?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4437004512553814001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4437004512553814001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4437004512553814001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4437004512553814001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JUDbSL-5GHQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-721430042450766446</id><published>2011-08-09T19:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:57:57.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick me, Choose me, Love me....then Discuss</title><content type='html'>Before I post the topic of discussion, I have to preface it by saying that even though Grey's Anatomy is shit now, there was once a time it was a really good show. Ok, maybe shit is harsh but it definitely has more down than up episodes. Anyways, I really despised Meredith, my best friend never quite got why I couldn't stand her, she thought I would be able to relate to her (oh dear god, yuck!). I vividly remember that episode, when Derek was torn between Addison and herself and she told him: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. but, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake,hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. &lt;strong&gt;so pick me, choose me, love me".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I cringed. I remember feeling so embarassed for Meredith. I remember wondering what kind of woman loses her pride and dignity for a man all in the name of love. *insert image of Igbo woman spitting and saying "Tufia!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was 24 then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Now I'm almost 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy do I get it.... (umm not saying I don reach Meredith level oh, that was deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see for some, it's pretty easy to just let people in and let things be and for others e.g me it requires more effort, effort I am willing to put in as much as I can. Looking back, I think that was a brave thing she did. She put herself out there, laid all her cards on the table and took a risk. Risks can be good..and can be bad. There are only two ways it can turn out. If things do go bad, like the resilient human beings that we are, we will recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay na, all my long tori was resurrected because I came across a speech Meredith gave on the most recent season that reminded me of the speech above and maybe shift small in my chair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone.It wasnt cos I thot I'd be happy alone.It was becos I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart,I might not make it.It's easier to be alone, because what if u learn that u need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? If you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can u even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage.It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? Could go on forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the discuss part comes in. I would really love to hear what your thoughts are on this, I think I gave my thoughts on this in my yakking above. Have a wonderful rest of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Those of you who like to give me your opinion via chat or bbm mba mba, I don't want to hear, write it here :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-721430042450766446?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/721430042450766446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=721430042450766446' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/721430042450766446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/721430042450766446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/pick-me-choose-me-love-methen-discuss.html' title='Pick me, Choose me, Love me....then Discuss'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1915928643571083359</id><published>2011-08-04T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:12:42.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Hope everyone is doing well. Well it's weekend again. We thank God for the ability to see another Friday cuz not everyone was that fortunate. It's been an emotional week for me but moms being around helps in terms of distraction. All she wants to do is shop, so after work I drive her around. I intend to spoil her a bit this weekend and hit her with a massage, mani/pedi etc. I had her thread her eyebrows yesterday and it was hilarious, cuz her pain threshold is really low. I kept laughing as she squealed in pain. It's cool having her around sha. I don't have that many randoms this week, so this should be quick. Let's go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always joke that everyone I love always ends up leaving me especially since all my good friends have up and left my dry city. Now the last of my friends are leaving soon and I am gonna miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never understood getting closure from someone else when a relationship ends. Something I learned a few years ago. Some may disagree with me but only you can give yourself closure. Sure as human beings, you may want to know why but honestly I think it's pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a strip club last weekend. I was majorly bothered by this one fat - no not phat- but fat stripper who had on glasses. Like a stripper with glasses though??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being called "kid", I know people don't mean it that way but I think it's condescending. It's one of the reasons I hated Big's character on SATC. He used to call Carrie kid. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are from mars and women are from venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have mentioned this before. I don't think there is such a thing as an emotionally unavailable man - he's just not that into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellas, if you met an awesome girl who met most of what you were looking for but didn't give head, is that a deal breaker? Oh and she wouldn't expect you to dine on southern cuisine either. I'd ask females but females in general are more accepting of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the radio, they mentioned that if you had a kid at 31, your kid will be 9 when you are 40. That didn't really sit well with me sha. I always used to want to wait 3 years after marriage before I had kids but seeing as I have no clue when that will be and I am 29 already, that might not be the case. Have I ever mentioned that I want 4 kids? lol. Even i laugh when I say that, I'll probably have 2. Yes biological clock is real, I think about kids more these days *covers face in shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are my instincts always right about everyone else except in my own case? Or are they right and I turn a blind eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got folk. Y'all have a great weekend and stay blessed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - Tears dry on their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojdbDYahiCQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojdbDYahiCQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1915928643571083359?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1915928643571083359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1915928643571083359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1915928643571083359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1915928643571083359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8622353547889862272</id><published>2011-08-03T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:48:48.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We all try</title><content type='html'>Today has just been one of those days. I feel drained, almost wary but God dey. And because he does, I said a prayer. I really should get better with my praying habits. Like I pray every morning and almost all nights and I am sure to pray for my friends especially when they have something big coming up but I know I could do better and have some real conversations with Baba God. Anyways, like I said I said a prayer to God, so now I need to find a way to get out of my head and just let him do what He does and take care of everything. In addition to praying, I also listened to Frank Ocean's "We all Try" a lot. As corny as it sounds, that song for some reason just gives me hope when I feel overwhelmed (my friend thinks that it's strange that of all songs it's this one lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i believe jehovah jireh &lt;br /&gt;i believe there's heaven &lt;br /&gt;i believe in war &lt;br /&gt;i believe a woman's temple &lt;br /&gt;gives her the right to choose &lt;br /&gt;but baby don't abort &lt;br /&gt;i believe that marriage isn't &lt;br /&gt;between a man &amp; woman &lt;br /&gt;but between love and love &lt;br /&gt;and i believe you when you say that &lt;br /&gt;you've lost all faith &lt;br /&gt;but you must believe in something &lt;br /&gt;something something &lt;br /&gt;you gotta believe in something &lt;br /&gt;something something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still believe in man &lt;br /&gt;a wise one asked me why &lt;br /&gt;cause i just don't believe we're wicked &lt;br /&gt;i know that we sin but i do believe we try &lt;br /&gt;we all try &lt;br /&gt;the girls try &lt;br /&gt;the boys try &lt;br /&gt;women try &lt;br /&gt;men try &lt;br /&gt;you and i &lt;br /&gt;try try we all try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in time travel &lt;br /&gt;i don't believe our nation's flag is on the moon &lt;br /&gt;i don't believe our lives are simple &lt;br /&gt;and i don't believe they're short &lt;br /&gt;this is interlude &lt;br /&gt;i don't believe my hands are cleanly &lt;br /&gt;can't believe that you would &lt;br /&gt;let me touch your heart &lt;br /&gt;she didn't believe me when i said that &lt;br /&gt;i lost my faith &lt;br /&gt;said you must believe in something &lt;br /&gt;something something &lt;br /&gt;you gottta believe in something &lt;br /&gt;something something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like that line - I believe you when you say that you've lost all faith, but you must believe in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I have been making noise about getting one and I finally got a journal. Let's see how long I last with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6Q6HYJOo2M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6Q6HYJOo2M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8622353547889862272?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8622353547889862272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8622353547889862272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8622353547889862272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8622353547889862272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-all-try.html' title='We all try'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8398676628017996699</id><published>2011-07-31T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:12:26.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 takes on love</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know Whitney Cummings from the Chelsea Handler show. She got her own show and wrote 5 funny (not to be taken seriously)takes on love. They were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If porn was made for women, it would be two hours of snuggling and at the end the guy would propose. I would watch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Women don't like men in uniform. We like men with jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's worse? Googling your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend or your current boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Romantic comedies make us believe in fate and destiny. Fate and Destiny are strippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's so cool about dating a DJ? All they do is play other people's music. That's like wanting to date a valet because he drives a nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week ahead people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8398676628017996699?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8398676628017996699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8398676628017996699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8398676628017996699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8398676628017996699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/top-5-takes-on-love.html' title='Top 5 takes on love'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1212656528380594960</id><published>2011-07-29T00:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:16:21.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Youp, Youp. It's another Friday. It's quite redundant to keep repeating how fast time is going, so I won't talk about it. It's almost 12.30am here and I just got done dancing not too long ago. Every now and then, ok maybe more times than usual, I get my playlist going and dance around my room or in front of my mirror, gets me in a good mood. Down side, is I am coming off the high and now it's back to reality. No yip yapping. Random time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder what it's like to have twins that are so vastly different. When I say different I mean one healthy and one with a disability. Watching a documentary and one kid is healthy, while the other has cerebral palsy or like with that one family about little people, where one twin was normal sized and the other a little person. I often wonder if the "normal" kid feels any guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said not everyone who gets married believes in it. Yay? Nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it against the law to watch porn on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I was reading but it basically advised that you shouldn't do a job that you don't like for too long because it will eventually show and they will get rid of you anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered the difference between a bestie and a bff. I noticed it's used more by the younger peeps but I think Lohi clarified on twitter than one (I forget) is for a male and the other for a girl.Lol, I am definitely getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me randomly, if I still had a crush on someone I had a crush on in college. I said no. She said how come? what happened? She's not the first to ask that question, but it still surprises me. I believe people change, get older, I dunno. I likened it to not having feelings anymore for an ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a major turn off when someone asks someone out on a date and has no plans. "What do you wanna do?" blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hire someone in my house solely for the purpose of zipping me up.I swear sometimes, it feels like I popped a shoulder out trying to zip up my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mad respect for TV writers. It's no easy feat to keep shows going for seasons with an interesting storyline. Kudos to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you shop for a wedding dress with your fiance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a movie preview with Anna Faris the other day, something about her exes and failed relationships. Come to find out she was not being herself in each relationship and was being whoever she thought the guy wanted to be. One of the movie lines that stood out was a question she was asked by her friend, "How do you know what you want when you don't even know who you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As we grow up, we realize  it becomes less important to have tons of friends, and more important to have real ones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed most of the people who are anti e-readers are people who don't own or have tried one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ladies, listen up and listen good. Culled from BGAE blog: "It doesn't matter how you look or how much you weigh, you are a woman, and if you have enough swag, 90% of the men in this world will not be able to resist you". I don't have statistics to back up the 90%. but you get the gist of what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got today. Headed out of town tomorrow, I really should be sleeping. Have a great weekend. I intend to. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz I was sampling the Psquare album. Here's a song of theirs that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xiG01aJ30oQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xiG01aJ30oQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1212656528380594960?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1212656528380594960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1212656528380594960' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1212656528380594960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1212656528380594960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1651770912834421744</id><published>2011-07-26T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:00:03.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets to Adulthood</title><content type='html'>Saw this on another blog and liked it. Thought I'd share. I actually practice and agree with almost all of them. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secrets to Adulthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one really cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seriously, Its okay to say No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't expect too much from people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do good, feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's important to be nice to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you can't find something, clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not everyone is like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Put yourself in other people's shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No one likes a selfish friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Talk less about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cook more. It can make you happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Lists work wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your 20's are for experimenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Having a good support system is better than money. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Exercise if an effective way to snap out of a funk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Great thoughts are conceived while walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Never dress for him/her/them. Dress for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Junk attracts more junk. Spiritually, in friendships and in closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do it now! Apply the one-minute rule. Anything that requires less than a minute, do it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Sharing. Easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Always have a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Everyone loves a little extra love/attention. Not just on birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1651770912834421744?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1651770912834421744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1651770912834421744' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1651770912834421744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1651770912834421744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/secrets-to-adulthood.html' title='Secrets to Adulthood'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-532331851703687058</id><published>2011-07-24T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:59:14.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. I have nothing for y'all. It's been a long week and I am tired in all ways(Is life really this complicated or do we make it complicated?). Anyhue, I am checking my email and I have an email from Swanboy with a bunch of randoms letting me know I could post or disregard. Since I got nothing, I decided to post them. Hope y'all enjoy and have a good week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - RIP to Amy Winehouse. I hope she finds the peace she never had here. It's genuinely sad. She was extremely talented and people just never realize the strength of addiction. We are all addicted to something or the other. We tell ourselves we will quit or we will try and do better and we don't. We are lucky they are minute things that don't cause immediate harm to us, hers unfortunately happened to be drugs and it got the better of her. God grant strength and peace to her family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows I have necrophobia.  In others words, dead people or anything associated with them (coffins, funerals etc) scare the shit out of me. Recently, I tried facing my fears by watching the comedy “Death at a Funeral.” I couldn’t make it past the first scene without freaking out. Then I laughed at myself. As big as I am. SMH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the same reasons as above, I still punk out whenever I’m asked to go into a haunted house at a theme park. Ah well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who is taken aback whenever I see a white girl with an appreciable derriere? I take it for granted among black women and Latinos, but whenever I see a white girl with one; I wonder where the heck she got it from. One white friend of mine said she had black blood way back in her history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age of 50% divorce, I refuse to pop the question until I am 110% convinced that my life is not worth living without the lady in question in it. Sometimes, I think that day will never come. That said, I don’t believe in the soul mate concept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the rate of douchebaggery among people is steadily on the increase. Even “cool peeps” are being jerks nowadays, what gives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taynement once asked me what my greatest fear is. My greatest fear is that my life wouldn’t have mattered at all when I’m dead and gone. I really worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching classic movies on TCM because I get to see pure talented acting, unaided by modern technology. Very few actors today have pure acting talent. In those days, you either could act or you couldn’t. It wasn’t about your looks or the rate you attracted controversy. It was entirely about how you handled the silver screen. How many people today can be compared to Cary Grant, Rex Harrison, Laurence Olivier, Grace Kelly, Katherine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn? No, I’m not 50 or even middle-aged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about movies, quality movies take a long time to make (about a year and a half on the average). Therefore, as long as Nollywood continues to spend a mere three days filming, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and “To God Be the Glory?”, I refuse to have any respect for that industry. That said, big props to the likes of Genevieve Nnaji.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Grad school has seen to it that I rarely have a life. If I ever make it out, I’ll never listen to my parents ever again. “It’ll go by quickly” they said, Bollocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really getting turned off by African Pentecostalism. The emphasis these days seems to be all about having God solve your problems as opposed to having genuine love for and awe of him. The biblical Job said, “Though he may slay me, yet will I trust him.”  I am the last person to opine on religion and spiritualism but I wonder how many people would fill the church pews if they weren’t chasing “divine healing” and facing “demonic attacks”. Also remember when salvation was free? Today you have to sow a “seed offering”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the same subject, my friend’s recent status on Facebook spoke volumes. “Calling on God to destroy your enemies with ‘Holy Ghost Faya’ is not being Christian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked off my annual summer reading ritual last month and I was having a “Kindle vs Real Book” debate with some friends recently. One friend said “I think if I need to 'digest' information contained in a book, the kindle is where it’s at, but if I want to 'enjoy' a book, I'm not going to get it on the Kindle.” I couldn’t agree more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come oh, when did Nigeria decide it wanted to be the bombing capital of Africa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I overstay my welcome on our Host’s page I’ll leave it here, but before I go, here’s the LWKMD of the day: “The Nigerian prostitutes are calling on Immigration Officials to arrest and deport the foreign prostitutes because they are snatching their customers and also operating illegally in the country. “We want them out because most of our customers are Hausa who prefer them to us,” says one of the prostitutes at Mammy Market, Sokoto. So much for Sharia Law. You may read the rest here &lt;a href="http://pmnewsnigeria.com/2011/07/22/nigerian-sex-workers-want-foreign-rivals-deported/"&gt;http://pmnewsnigeria.com/2011/07/22/nigerian-sex-workers-want-foreign-rivals-deported/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping with Taynement’s custom of ending with a song, here’s Amy Winehouse’s ‘Rehab’. Her death is tragic if not shocking. As one of my friend’s noted, “I am glad she got to witness the end of one if the tabloid papers that tormented her before she died.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUmZp8pR1uc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUmZp8pR1uc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-532331851703687058?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/532331851703687058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=532331851703687058' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/532331851703687058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/532331851703687058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/guest-randoms.html' title='Guest Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7135800899225612414</id><published>2011-07-15T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:30:49.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid Bits</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine asked me what my thoughts were on Soulmates. I've never quite believed in the concept of soulmates, mostly because I don't think there's that one person for everyone. You can be happy with more than one person, it's just a matter of timing and who you end up with and decide to make it work. Other questions asked were if you are married to someone does it mean they are your soulmate? Can the person you marry grow to be a soulmate? Who knows the answers? not I. We are a society in love with labels, to me all this is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching the HBO documentary Hot Coffee. Yankee na 419 country with structure. I totally had the wrong impression about the lady who sued Mcdonald's because the coffee was so hot. Apparently there were 700 burn complaints before her and Mcdonalds didn't pay them any mind. The pictures of the burns were pretty damn graphic and she was an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, someone described me as emotionally damaged today. See my life oh! It wasn't said maliciously and I got what they were trynna say. I am really not any worse or better than the average person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of Balloons na gbaka m n'isi. There goes your igbo lesson of the day. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Bad is a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when someone asks me how I am, I can genuinely say fine. I really can't complain much, life is good and for that I am grateful. Still kinks here and there that need working out but in general I am good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out a good friend of mine who I thought didn't read my blog reads this. She really isn't into blogs but said she reads it to know what to ask me since I am never forthcoming. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my dream job in Nigeria but they won't call/contact me back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who remembers the song from Sound of Music that starts with what will my future beeee? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a small place. Always be on your best behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something I wanted to mention but I don't remember so I guess I am done. I am in town this weekend yay! These are getting rare, will be back in the sky next week. Have a great weekend everyone and be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, I updated my neglected sister blog,so take a sec to check it out if you can. &lt;a href="www.tayne-ment.blogspot.com"&gt;www.tayne-ment.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7135800899225612414?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7135800899225612414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7135800899225612414' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7135800899225612414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7135800899225612414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/tid-bits.html' title='Tid Bits'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7310424978811969102</id><published>2011-07-13T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:24:10.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Hey folks, no I still don't have anything to write about. Which means Mr Kay9 that no there will be no Drake "Best I ever had" reenactment up in this piece. I laughed out loud sha, nice try! I got a few suggestions via email. I will see what I can do with it. I just wanted to post a poem by a friend of mine that I really liked. Hope you enjoy. Have a lovely rest of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His notoriety precedes him&lt;br /&gt;Giant ears flapping &lt;br /&gt;Offering a wind of change&lt;br /&gt;Skin rough enough to cut through the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deafening silence&lt;br /&gt;Hollow glances exchanged&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in this ever encroaching space&lt;br /&gt;We are about to be trampled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quaking ascends &lt;br /&gt;Neither seek refuge&lt;br /&gt;The bellowing a welcome break from our silence&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to salvage here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sheer size threatening our existence&lt;br /&gt;Stoic we remain, immovable&lt;br /&gt;Furtive glances exchanged&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In he thunders&lt;br /&gt;Glorious ivory tusks glistening&lt;br /&gt;Destroying all in his path&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind no we, no us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like we never were&lt;br /&gt;He saunters off into the distance&lt;br /&gt;Pink tail swishing lazily &lt;br /&gt;Triumphant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7310424978811969102?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7310424978811969102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7310424978811969102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7310424978811969102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7310424978811969102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6257660694129897816</id><published>2011-07-10T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:07:51.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Block</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, it's Monday's Eve (booo!). I had a good weekend, my momma is in town and it was really nice seeing her, she looks pretty good for her age and I hope that passes down to me oh. It's always so funny standing beside her, because as short as I am, I am still taller than she is. I am all stocked up on my naija stuvvs although they seized my gala (waah!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole point of my post is that for the life of me I can't seem to come up with any topics to write about. I waltz in here with my randoms every now and then and that's about it. WHat happened to the days I had actual stuff to talk about? I'd really like to write something that's not a random and this is where y'all come in. If you are up to it, you could recommend topics for me to write on and I'll see what I can do. The other option is something I tried on my 100th post that failed ever so woefully when I had offered to do a Q&amp;A where you could ask me anything and I'd reply and post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, in conclusion hit me up with your suggestions and/or questions either in the comment box or via email taynement@gmail.com. Please note that if there are questions, I am at liberty to pick and choose oh! hehehe. Well I am off now, on to continue the cycle of sleep, wake up, work for the man and countdown to 5pm/friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for all those in Lagos who have been affected by the flood. I know some people have made jokes or made light of the situation but I can't help but think of the less fortunate or poor people so to speak who will probably have no way of dealing with any damage the flood might have caused. My brother says this is the worst he has seen of the rainy season. Alright later my lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh enjoy this cover of Kanye's "All of the Lights" by The Portland Cello Project. Simply brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYWCTlBUGZo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYWCTlBUGZo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6257660694129897816?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6257660694129897816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6257660694129897816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6257660694129897816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6257660694129897816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloggers-block.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Block'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-9157271063783727133</id><published>2011-07-06T20:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:23:40.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Novocane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnmlj0YRk81qi88igo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnmlj0YRk81qi88igo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from someone's tumblr. I feel like the image represents a snapshot of my mind sometimes. Not these particular words just the way the words keep interchanging (although I think I share the sentiments hehe). *EDIT* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably didn't make any sense haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you guys, this lovely hump day? Hope you all are doing well. I have had an eventful week it seems, I feel like I haven't had time to chill and take a deep breath, my bumming weekend didn't quite work out that way and I am headed out of town again this weekend. Work has been crazy and I can't get myself to concentrate, as always I am not getting enough sleep so I am running on all spare cylinders left in me. This is not a complaint because I really can't complain, life &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; good, just a few things I need to sort out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for those of you who don't know my blog title and the words on the gif image are from Frank Ocean's song - Novocane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gif credit samanthafitzgeraldmusicblogtumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-9157271063783727133?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/9157271063783727133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=9157271063783727133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/9157271063783727133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/9157271063783727133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-stole-this-from-someones-tumblr.html' title='Novocane'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6325576072870187452</id><published>2011-06-30T23:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:11:16.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, can you believe it's friday already? Well it is. I am just going to breeze by last week's randoms. It was what it was, but I am glad you guys enjoyed it. Sorry you won't be getting that a lot. I had a pretty decent week. Continued my girl's birthday celebration on saturday and let's just say it was a fun night. Good peoples, Good drink and Good music. Sunday, I carried myself to the BSB concert (if you know me well or are an avid reader, you will know I love them so). It really was the NKOTBSB concert but I purposely block out NKOTB, they were more of a nuisance to me. Jordin Sparks opened for them and looked fabulous, weight loss na good thing. I went to the concert by myself because I didn't expect anyone to want to go as evidenced by reactions and comments I got when I mentioned it. Apparently, I'm supposed to be ashamed of myself for still liking them at my age. Last I checked it was a free country and we all have our preferences. I had a great time and I am glad I went. I am so looking forward to this weekend. Straight hard knock bumming, no travel. Travel will resume next month. Enough talk, more randoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in M.I's song "Slow Down" he has a line that says "She reminds me of nights in Paris" and I wondered if MI had actually ever been to paris and knows what the nights were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do naija pastors who prophesy and allegedy see visions always see gloom and doom type news and someone always out to get you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would people be scared of having kids in terms of being in charge of another human being? You get to control them! lol I keed. I have never had fears of being a mom. I think I'd be a great mom and I look forward to being one. I already love caring for people, how much more a human I pushed out. That being said, umm I am not looking for kids right now o! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bound to happen but I forgot to mention how this black girl at the club last week had this big ole fascinator sitting atop her head. I mean..at the club though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, someone made a comment to me "You're not fat, you're overweight. There's a difference". I was very pleased with myself that it absolutely had no effect on me. yay to progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've never quite understood that term "Taking it slow" and if it made any difference. Ok, I know most people take that to mean not sleeping with a man so soon. But then what defines too soon? Does the time you sleep with him determine anything? If he is going to leave, he'd leave, no? Would a man leave because of the length of time it took to get you in bed or because of other factors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another phrase "You are what you attract". How many of you think this is true or bollocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was National HIV day a few days ago. I am under the impression that a lot of young Nigerians don't get HIV tests, so I asked a bunch of my friends. It was a half n half, but I was surprised that a lot of the sexually active ones had never had one before ever. Meh, it's everyone's prerogative, just stay safe everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you hear a bunch of guys say that girls are listening to Beyonce and lapping up her single ladies mantra/anthems while she got her own man at home chilling? For those of you that read Black Girls Are Easy blog that's how I see it. Dude be spewing things but he knows wassup and has his wifey chilling at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Beyonce, I have heard this a lot and read this that she is one of the hottest celebs that you don't want to sleep with. I'm inclined to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to have that much of an effect on me but it did. I truly wish him the best and as long as he is happy, that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie - Diary of a Nymphomaniac. As the name implies, the woman didn't joke with her sex, but she was lonely. She wanted love. She found love but the sex was wack,lasted like 2 mins. She eventually left to work in a brothel lol. Anyways, question is, you find someone you truly love and click with but sex is wack. Would you stay or would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also,according to the movie the 4 things all humans want are: recognition, pleasure, self esteem and love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be amazed the little things guys notice and pick up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me the #1 thing I look for in a guy and without blinking I replied with Acceptance. Someone who accepts me for me and doesn't try to change me. I understand that they are celebs, it might be silly to use them as examples and they'll prolly break up soon but for example IceT and Coco, but it explains what I am saying. Coco might be one of the ditziest people ever and she says things that make you go huh? but IceT never flinches and just thinks she is wonderful lol. In the future, I wish for myself someone that thinks I am the best thing since sliced bread in spite of my flaws instead of making me very aware of my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright cuties, that's it for today. Happy New Month! Wishing you nothing but good things and blessings from the Good Lord above. Have a wonderful 4th of July weekend and everyone be safe and enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of the holiday weekend/new month and just being alive to experience it, enjoy today's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic - Good Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZhQOvvV45w?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZhQOvvV45w?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6325576072870187452?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6325576072870187452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6325576072870187452' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6325576072870187452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6325576072870187452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/06/fri.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6411127260162536013</id><published>2011-06-24T03:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:54:16.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo boys and girls! Happy Friday to ya. "Tis Random Friday again. Yay! What is the cause of my good mood you ask? It is alcohol!. I should be ashamed of myself. I have to be up in 4 hours for work and I am here just a tad bit tipsy/buzzed but not drunk ( I insist!_). It was my girl's birthday yesterday and hse wanted to party(omg i just deleted 5 tomes to get party right)today. I haven't gone out on a week day in a LOOONG time but I figured what the hell. It was mucho fun, dj was on point. You will be glad to know that yours truly can still make it to the floor - and get up, can still wind and can still make a grown man say "oh shit" on the dancefloor. The compliments weren't bad either (not like I get these on the regular). I am such a light weight sha. I had a tequila shot, a goldschlager shot and was Team Jameson for the night. Anyhue, I know I could have waited to do this but I figured i'd let you guys see this side of me and also say a big ha! t o all those who think I can't be open. Yes I can!- with alcohol. ok maybe not but I have a feeling I will be doing some deleting come tomorrow. All of una wey wan judge me, wa wa okay.Who wants to random with Tipsy Taynement?? Meee! Lesssgo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weeknd+Weed+Sex+1particularperson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say unrequited like sucks? I can? Thanks. It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has twitter turned into? Is houdl say nigerian twitter. A place full of cliques with the mean girls and boys picking on people all in the name of keeping it real. I still maintain yu can be "real" and honest without being mean/rude. Twitter characters are people. Don't catch your fun at someone else's expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later and people are still asking about Chuck Bass. Amusing. Let me answer a few of the questions. To the anonymous commenter who asked "where the heck Chuck Bass is". He is in Nigeria. Last I checked Chuck Bass is fine. No, we are not dating but we communicate and still keep in contact because we are friends (although he might be mad at me at the moment).Yep, I think that;s about it right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more people read this blog than I think sha. Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should get back on my sister blog. I started my blog because I thought I'd be the next Diablo Cody and get discovered. *yimu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*sidebar - I would KILL for some chips and dip right about now. Shet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Bush dated her costar on One Tree Hill, Chad Michael Murray. They got married and divorced within months. You'd think she'd be wary of doing that again but she dated another costar and has been dating him for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like people with disabilities such as Down's Syndrome and issues similar to that aren't like fully there, so I reckon it'll be hard to be aware of the nuances of being a Christian. So if they die, how do they hget judged by God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us heard might have heard about teh 51yr old who married the 16yr old and we say it's creepy. What is accepted age? How old is okay say a man in my age group (28-30yrs old)wants to date an 18-21 yr old, is that creepy too? What age differences do you consider creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say flirting is unacceptable when you are in a relationship? I don't know if I necessarily agree. Comma dey. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine and I were talking about getting flack for letting his girl pay for dinner at a restaurant. While I see nothing wrong with getting the check for you and your man every now and then or going dutch on a date, I do wonder why some naija guys who come to yankee be acting all brand new when they meet nigerian girls who think its taboo to pay or go dutch. It's our culture, the guys usually pay. It's all well and good if you pick up the yankee culture but don't be acting shocked. Right now if I go to Naija,I know that a dude won't let me go dutch or pay for the meal.Its just what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sidebar I am really sleepy.why am i doing ths again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the muslims I know can break every rule, heck one of them I know owns a strip club but the one rule they won't breal is eating pork. Wonder why they stick that rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick thank you to friends of mine who asked how I was doing on Father's day.  I was fine really. A slight pinch there but it was nothing but Thanks for thinking about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this can't be life when all we look forward to when we go to work is 5pm or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you date an atheist? For me, It's a deal breaker but I have to say I was surprised when I asked some (nigerian) girlfriends of mine and they said they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend once did a poll among his female friends askiig if they had to pick one for the rest of their life - head or actual intercourse- which would they pick? Majority of them picked head. I;m in the minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend came up with a category of guys in convo - Nerds (when they were younger) who think they are special now. I know what she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can 2 siblings be raised in teh same household and turn out soooo different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha Ambrosius is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said Yorubas about more picky about food than Igbos. I guess its the peopel I know. They are more inclined to not eat this n that or eat other people'sfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done. At this poiunt I need to sleep. Don't be surprised if this post is ocmpletely different next time you read it. I can't even think of a song. This girl right chea is going to bed. I want to sleep in arms. big strong arms. that's not gonna happen.I lovbe you alllllll! maybe the alcohol loves you all? I dunno. Thamks for reading though. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6411127260162536013?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6411127260162536013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6411127260162536013' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6411127260162536013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6411127260162536013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8248657757996929465</id><published>2011-06-19T21:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:24:48.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Thing....and a little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>Hello my little bloglettes, how are you all doing? Hope everyone is doing well and hanging in there in this journey called life. I had a good weekend myself. Finally and for the first time ever, I got to visit California, specifically Los Angeles. I happened to find a cheap ticket earlier in the year, chose a random date and bought it. It was a chilled trip compared to my other trips, no clubbing or wilding out. I went sight seeing by myself, saw the Walk of Fame, the Chinese Theater, Saddle Ranch (they film a reality show about it on Vh1). Drove around The Grove, Laurel Canyon, Sunset Blvd et al. While walking around, I ran into a Top Chef tour thingie and got to see Jaimie and Antonia. My coworker was nice enough to enter me to see a Jay Leno taping and I got selected, so many frustrated GPS and Cali traffic moments later I made it into the (freezing) studio. Jay Leno looks just like he does on TV. Josh Duhamel is just as gorgeous in person and so is Jill Scott. Anthony Hamilton is just as...homeless looking and short. Man, they make you do a lot of clapping, I felt like either the applause screen was flashing or the hype man was signaling the audience to clap every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with ShadeNonconform, who suggested an Ethiopian restaurant that was pretty good. Tried a brunch place that served the most AMAZING red velvet pancakes, had those with 2 glasses of Cranberry Buzzes (Cranberry juice + Champagne)and I was a bit buzzed. Went to the Santa Monica Pier/Beach. I love the beach, played a bit in the water, took a long walk. It was nice. Hit up a dessert shop that stays open late. Funny, how I always wanted to live there, but I don't think I want to anymore. Bits of the place reminded me of being on the Island in Lagos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to make sense of the title of my blog, this trip came at a good time cuz I hadn't been in a good head space for about a week or so before I left. I had some time to think over my "vacay" and sort some things out. While I am a work in progress, like everyone else, one of the things I realized is that one of the hardest things for me is being vulnerable. I have had a variation of this convo with two of my friends - where I thought I was carefree and let it all hang out but as one of them pointed out, anytime I let it out, it took a lot of prodding on their part. Hmm, the dictionary defines vulnerable as capable of being physically or emotionally wounded. So logically, maybe it's a fear of being emotionally wounded? I have no clue because I can't tell you why it is so. The closest I can come up with is I think I just got so used to reigning my emotions in and keeping it lock tight, combined with having difficulty expressing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah who knows, I know some may think that some things I say on here show that I can be vulnerable and that's true but trust me I still keep it rather surface on here lol. My final question is, Do you think being vulnerable is a behavioral trait or something inspired by the company around you?i.e your friends/partner etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week ahead. Monday just likes to sneak up on us sha. I am lying in my room practically naked because it looks like the vents in my room aren't working and it's so hot. I'm gonna attempt to sleep, I say attempt because sleep is hit or miss with me and try to start my week of right with positive vibes. Yeehaw! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song I stole my title from Frank Ocean - The Hardest Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUXsD9D-41s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUXsD9D-41s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8248657757996929465?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8248657757996929465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8248657757996929465' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8248657757996929465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8248657757996929465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/06/hardest-thingand-little-bit-of.html' title='The Hardest Thing....and a little bit of everything'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5540055298710432931</id><published>2011-06-09T07:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:26:30.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your faith a target</title><content type='html'>I got this from my brother, we've been talking about some issues the last couple of days and I needed to hear this. Thought I'd share this incase anyone else needed this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see”(Hebrews 11:1, NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people today get down and discouraged because they only focus on their present circumstances. They’re constantly dwelling on their problems, what they don’t have, and what’s wrong with them. They don’t realize it, but they’re allowing the enemy to steal their hope. This negative frame of mind is what keeps people from moving forward in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand today that faith is confidence and assurance about the things we hope for according to the promises of God. Like an arrow, your faith points to the target of hope. If you don’t have hope, that arrow of faith has nothing to aim for. It won’t accomplish anything. But when you keep your hopes up, when you keep expecting and believing, it’s like making that target larger and larger and easier to hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose today to live with an attitude of expectancy. Don’t focus on your circumstances; focus on your God! Get your hopes up! Take captive every negative thought. As you focus on God’s goodness and faithfulness, you’ll feel that hope inside of you growing. Give your faith a target and move forward confidently in the direction of your dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PRAYER FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Father in heaven, today I surrender every thought to You. I choose to release my cares and concerns so I can focus on Your goodness. Thank You for the gift of faith to see the impossible become possible as I continue to place my hope and confidence in You. In Jesus’ name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day, peoples!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5540055298710432931?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5540055298710432931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5540055298710432931' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5540055298710432931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5540055298710432931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-your-faith-target.html' title='Make your faith a target'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2509609632850267076</id><published>2011-06-06T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:16:45.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hallo, it hasn't been a while has it? In progressive news, I only got abused by two people for not updating. In my defense, I did say my blog was nearing its end didn't i? I haven't had any blog worthy topics (or stuff I'd wanna put on here :D)but life's been okay, the post grad life is the business. It's nice leaving work and not having to worry about school work or feeling guilty while watching tv. I've tried to have a bit of fun, had fun in houston, fun in atlanta and even ventured out to the movies which I haven't done in a while. Other than that, my life is pretty uneventful and just trying to take each day as it comes and figure out my career. So yea, I think you are all caught up on my life sooooo let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people care where they are buried? I see nigerians who say "lai lai I can't be buried here oh. I must be buried in my homeland". Err when you were alive you didn't live there, now that you are dead and unaware and will be rotting in dirt,you care? yea don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nigerian community is quite small. Everyone knows someone that knows someone. We always have weddings in our community. All I can ask of God is when I get married (nigerian or not)I don't want to be that oblivious bride where everyone knows my new husband's philandering except me and while I am cheesing with happiness, people are whispering behind my back and shaking head. Let me just have a good man. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it's 2011 and people are still latching on to the fake gist that Will and Jada are in an open marriage. Jada said they are open with each other, so if they find anyone attractive they were open with each other. But I guess that's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the last person you sleep with owns your vajayjay. yay?nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be unfair sometimes.I have a friend that has had a tough year on all fronts and it's been kinda sad seeing her go from this cheerful person to jaded.I know life throws curve balls but dang I wish she'd catch a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my guy friends amuse me. Talking to one the other day and he says he is ready to be in a long term relationship and I just shook my head. I told him that he has to have a mind shift. You can't enter a relationship with a single frame of mind. You are just gonna have to give up some habits, it's two people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear noone has as much action with no action like I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated very easily but I don't hold on to things. It takes a LOT to get me angry but I got really angry last week when some jackass in a club in Atlanta grabbed my ass. I was so angry, I started yelling at him, I shoved him and hit him not even hard enough. I don't remember the last time I was that angry but i really really wished I had given him a hot slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many might disagree with me but I have to say that I am of the school of thought that most men would be intimidated by a woman way more successful than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can see why men would be attracted to younger women besides their youthful looks. They are usually so boisterous, so confident, so sure of their convictions (even when it's head scratch worthy) and they just aren't as jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be perfectly okay if heaven and hell didn't exist and when we died we were just...dead. But I'd admit that life would be a whole different ballgame if that was the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Dwayne Wayde. I see him and I am just annoyed. With his puffy cheeks, I don't even find him attractive. I am not hating because I like the Mavs, I've just always felt that way about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a black man says he has a preference for dating white women, is that offensive or just a preference that he has a right to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks. Enjoy today's song, one of my current favorite songs to dance to in front of my mirror. Has a Nelly vibe to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bay Bay ft Dorrough and Official - She hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4G6aFL3NYA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4G6aFL3NYA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2509609632850267076?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2509609632850267076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2509609632850267076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2509609632850267076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2509609632850267076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/06/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4241236478273312168</id><published>2011-05-18T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:22:52.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Faithful</title><content type='html'>Unless you have been living under a rock, you have probably heard about the whole Arnold Schwarzeneggar fiasco. The fiasco being that he separated from his wife of 25 years after he confessed to her that he fathered a child 10yrs ago outside their marriage. Allegedly, this child was born 5 days after their youngest child. Everyone has had their opinion on the matter, today someone said Arnold is not the first or last man to cheat (with the help), so everyone should calm down and give him a break. While this is true, this just shows how the attitude people are having now towards cheating but it had me remembering an article a friend had directed me to some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have said it before Marriage is not beans, being with the same person for an average of say 30 years? You're practically going to do everything you can imagine with that person. For example, I have a friend who has been married 8yrs and every occasion, he asks me what to get his wifey because he has exhausted almost all his resources between mother's day/bday/valentine's/just because etc. It's all well and dandy the first few years, as time goes on, temptation arises, yes when you choose to get married it is your job to avoid temptation as much as you can and not cheat on your partner at least that's what I believe. Does shit happen? yes it does. I guess that will be for the couple to decide what direction to take from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article was an interview with the director of a movie called "Monogamy". He touched on a few points that I'd like to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about his basis for the characters in his movie he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was interested in the question of, when do you fuse your identity versus lose your identity when you're in a couple? When does someone enhance who you are as opposed to suppress you? Also, they have this lived-in chemistry that can only come from living together and being together for years, but they're not all over each other. There's chemistry, but it's not carnal anymore, which is what can happen after you've been with someone for a long time. I think a lot of couples become best friends, and that's great. But if you lose the sex part, you're in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To what extent does sex drive the drama forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think Theo's central crisis is that I don’t think his fear is that ‘I’m never gonna be able to have sex with another girl again [if I get married].’ His fear is that ‘I’m worried that I’m gonna be a bad husband. I’m worried that I’m gonna cheat. I’m worried that I’m gonna be like this guy who [he has been hired to spy on who he thinks] is cheating on his wife in an alley.’ When he’s looking at [the man] in the alley, he’s not turned on, necessarily, he’s almost outraged morally. He’s like, ‘I might end up in an alley with a prostitute if I marry [Nat], because she doesn’t wanna have sex with me. Can I do this? I’m worried about becoming someone I don’t wanna be.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The one thing--really, the only thing--that Theo can say when they're breaking up at the end of the film is, 'I love you.' It seems like everything else has broken down, communication-wise. Is that one thing you saw from your interviews, that love is not enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, it's those three words in movies or novels, and you grow up saying 'when's the first time I'm gonna say 'I love you' to someone?' It is this huge phrase that means everything. And then you realize there are many different kinds of love. And it evolves over the course of a relationship. But I don't think it's enough. You can love someone but find him or her incompatible to live with. You can love someone but not be attracted to him or her physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You've interviewed dozens of divorcees about their experiences, so you're something of an expert. Do you think adultery is the biggest challenge couples face today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think there's more possibility out there. Of the twenty percent of all marriages that end in adultery, the adultery started on Facebook. It's a lot easier to have an affair now, but it's also a lot easier to get caught. Like with Don Draper, you watch it and he's having tons of affairs, and it's just like, he's calling on a rotary phone. There's no answering machine. There's no paper trail, there's no text that someone can look at when you're sleeping. You look at Tiger Woods or Eliot Spitzer, or a guy who sent a picture of his dick or whatever, there are bread crumbs everywhere. It's very easy to trace back. At the same time, it's made it very easy to maintain this kind of extra-marital relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are some of the more memorable nuggets that emerged from your research that intact couples can learn from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Learn how to fight fairly and productively. Be yourself in the courtship phase; don't present too idealized version of yourself, because unless you're prepared to uphold that lie for the rest of your life, [your partner is] gonna find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say but he gave some food for thought in some of his answers. I'll definitely be watching the movie whenever it comes out. What say ye peoples, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interview excerpts from HuffingtonPost website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4241236478273312168?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4241236478273312168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4241236478273312168' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4241236478273312168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4241236478273312168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/05/staying-faithful.html' title='Staying Faithful'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2640403519901749925</id><published>2011-05-13T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:27:09.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, it's Friday the 13th as if you didn't know. I thought this day would never come but it's here, all the sufferhead of Business school and I graduate today. Funny enough, I was excited about this like months ago, even had a grand ole party planned, was getting quotes from dj's even. Not sure what happened but as it got closer I lost my excitement. My friends have enough excitement for me though lol. Mgbeks accused me of never trying to feel special, so I am trying to muster up some excitement. I mean the way I see it, every other person gets an MBA, kini big deal? Don't get me wrong, I am proud of seeing it through, just not as excited. All yarns aside, I am grateful to God for seeing me through it and more importantly that I am done. Let us random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I don't like when people use the word "making love" for sex. I don't like the word hubby for husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships evolve. The evolution sucks. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me if I could date someone who confessed to beating a woman in the past. I said no. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the concept of putting open and marriage together. Is it still a marriage if you have those rules? Why not just be single and do everything you wanna do? I see it as a mockery of the marriage institution. Or is this me being closed minded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people on reality shows crying because "I have never been away from my family/mom/dad for this long. This long meaning like 2 weeks. Hisss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what the thought process is for a guy when he is about to gbensh a girl for the first time. Not first time having sex, just with a new girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at sharing my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think young people are more concerned about getting pregnant than getting an STD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that helpless feeling when I can't help a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that some people don't feel guilt. I do wonder what some women who have had abortions feel on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimples are cute. They help/raise cuteness factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this phase to be over, so I can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a phone number in my phone book. This phone number belongs to someone I know who committed suicide a few months ago. I can't bring myself to delete it. A mutual friend had dinner with him a week before it happened, she said he was so happy, she couldn't tell anything was wrong. It's very easy to repress stuff. It's just easier to fake the funk and go through the motions of life than to keep whining. I think a lot of people are becoming pros at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been relegated to service men guys. I got hit on by the UPS, Fedex and maintenance man. The maintenance man even has a spanish variation of my name that he calls me. I find this hilarious because I remember telling my friend that the only chance I have of getting married is God sending a man to my doorstep via UPS or Fedex. *raises eyebrows at God "You ain't funny* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Dubai for Nigerians is the Bahamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that quote " Our deepest fears is not that we are inadequate...". That definitely always gets an eyeroll and a yawn from me, everytime I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In todays #shitmyfriendssay. "I have come up with a new word and definition", my friend says. I ask what, he says "Enter-Taynement" means to kpansh taynement (me). I am not saying anything further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I got today folks. I feel my blog might be nearing its end soon but we'll see. Have a lovely, lovely weekend and stay blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this song. Not quite sure why the video had to have Tranny Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Mafia - The Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5etLRgwXmh0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5etLRgwXmh0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2640403519901749925?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2640403519901749925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2640403519901749925' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2640403519901749925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2640403519901749925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-288107799219968884</id><published>2011-05-05T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:20:21.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just cuz this has been floating in my head. I am usually too tired to flesh it out but I figured I'd just try tonight and try to put on paper. Most of you might have heard about a blog called Black Girls Are Easy. It's basically a blog by a dude who talks about the whole boy/girl relationship topic in the realest way possible. And when I say realest way that includes crass language. I've read a lot of his posts but not all and while I enjoy reading his blog, I had classified it as a blog that'll appeal more to those who were more interested in casual relationships. But the other day he had a post up called &lt;a href="http://blackgirlsareeasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grown Ass Man or Lil Ass Boy&lt;/a&gt; and it was just full of real talk. Take time to read it if you get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the post is basically about how being in love is the grown thing to do and there is nothing wrong with admitting it as a man. Describing being made fun of for doing something nice for his girlfriend, he said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Capri shorts are gay. Waking up at 3am to watch the Royal Wedding is gay. Me doing an act of love for my chick is not gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think society has conditioned us to believe that men shouldn't/don't show their emotions and sometimes when they do, they either get clowned or even we as women flap our gums saying "oh he is so sensitive, I need a manly man". I digress though. Before I read the complete blog, my friend had sent the above to me and not sure if there is a correlation but I immediately asked what he would pick if he had to choose why some guys shy away from commitment: not meeting the right person or not willing to bend in some of their ideologies. Surprisingly, my friend chose the not willing to bend option. I am a huge proponent for timing/right person but I also feel that some guys our age hold on to some ideologies so tightly that it could hinder a good thing. My friend went further to say that many guys have met the right girl but are still hesitant to take the plunge. I am not a guy so I am not even going to try to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*5 hours later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I had a point but I've been so distracted I have no clue what it was or is plus it shouldn't take this long to write a post. I think it was something to do with not understanding the whole boy/girl dynamic/after a certain age why would a guy be clowning his friend on being in love or being whipped/how do you meet someone that's supposedly right for you and walk?,something in that general direction sha. I don't want to delete this, soooo just click on the link above and read the post. Have a wonderful weekend guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-288107799219968884?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/288107799219968884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=288107799219968884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/288107799219968884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/288107799219968884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-cuz-this-has-been-floating-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4888712239775379954</id><published>2011-04-30T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:48:11.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. I totally forgot to put up Friday Randoms and even though I don't have that many who says randoms are relegated to Fridays, huh? How have you guys been? We've been having some dangerous weather down south. I feel like it rained all last week with constant tornado and hail warning. Thankfully it wasn't so bad in my area but some places got it worse. My boss and another coworker had to have their roofs completely redone cuz it was damaged by the hail. As I type this, we have expected thunderstorms for tonight and tomorrow. I don't mind the rain so much as long as I am indoors, the only thing is it just makes me want to be held and emm that's not happening. Anyone else catch the royal wedding? Although it irritated a lot of people there were some funny zingers on Twitter like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1981 - She attended as the groom's mistress, 2011 - she attended as the groom's stepmom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice of the Royal family to involve Camilla in the wedding and having her pull the carriage at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bald prince and a flat chested commoner this is far from a fairytale, guess I have been watching too much Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make a person brag publicly about their sexual prowess especially when you are not asked? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this dude on tv who made a documentary about losing weight by cutting out solid food and going on a liquid diet of veggies and fruits for 90 days or something like that. I was annoyed when I saw that. These people always come on tv claiming stuff. He admitted to being light headed sometimes, how are regular people with regular jobs supposed to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit irked by people who are always vocal about solutions for nigeria when they have not visited in like God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I had an addictive personality. I don't accept compliments easy but i have to say I was flattered and I accepted this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever got a public proposal, I think I will die of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always laugh when I see these obviously very gay people on reality tv, make such a big deal about telling their parents that they are gay. The response is always the same: we knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me if I'd be upset if she dated my ex and I said no. I think there are two reasons people usually are opposed to it and that's still harboring feelings and ego. I think my ego will be bruised, I have been in that situation before but I got over it. What about you guys? yay?nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't have that many randoms but I will be back with a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been listening to anything else besides Frank Ocean lately but I will spare you guys. You've probably seen this but its a duo called Karmin who do a bunch of covers. This is their cover of Chris Brown's Look at me now. WHite girl killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khCokQt--l4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khCokQt--l4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4888712239775379954?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4888712239775379954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4888712239775379954' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4888712239775379954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4888712239775379954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/04/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5324282757936519595</id><published>2011-04-18T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:55:06.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom - Funny Style</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Katie Couric has a book coming out called The Best Advice I Ever Got: Lessons from Extraordinary Lives. I read excerpts in a magazine that were funny. Here are 5 of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never follow anyone else's path, unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path: then by all means, you should follow that path - Ellen Degeneres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say yes. Accept the job, agree to that meeting, catch up over coffee, lend a helping hand..You can always so no later - or so I've heard - Ryan Seacrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pie isn't perfect? Cut it into wedges..Stay in control and never panic - Martha Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the urge to write lists, especially if the list is pros and cons. Just go with your gut - Hugh Jackman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep with your boss - Chelsea Handler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5324282757936519595?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5324282757936519595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5324282757936519595' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5324282757936519595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5324282757936519595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/04/words-of-wisdom-funny-style.html' title='Words of Wisdom - Funny Style'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6494697516824721356</id><published>2011-04-14T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:19:45.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Howdy ho people. How have you been? How was your week? I didn't think it was but my week was actually eventful. I am currently in my room, a bit spooked because it's raining hard, lightning, thunderstorms, hail is hitting my window. The tv channels are back on now, they went off and the emergency system was blaring outside my window and on the tv. It should die down soon though. When I was younger, I was always sick, it was terrible, my mom used to make fun of my immune system. Got to the states and I'd pick up a cold every 2 days lol. This stopped in the last year or two but then i gained "aches and pains" lol. Sharrap, if you are saying old age. My back has been my main source of hurt for a while and I am currently lying here in pain, I also had some spasms in my neck area, at least I think they were it was like a pinching sensation.I am terrible when it comes to taking medication, I prefer to ride out the pain, foolish me. But this pain is too much. I think I'll cave and see a chiropractor. Finally, bunch of friends of mine lost a friend this week. She was our age. Some saw her on saturday and by monday she was gone. It was a reminder that noone is invincible, it could have been anyone of us. I hope God grants her family solace and may her soul rest in peace. Enough gum flapping, let's random shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had chicken pox and I haven't had my appendix taken out. Anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever prepares or tells you what to expect as an adult. I mean I guess it can't be explained, but I think it sucks that as you get older you have all these decisions to make and you are never really sure. Should you take this risk? will it pay off?. What makes it worse is the older you get, the heavier the consequences of whatever you decide is. God dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are hilarious. I find it amusing that we are sometimes annoyed when people do things that we are also guilty of doing. I think it's probably because we don't recognize when we are doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not that heavy a drinker, err 9 months is a long time without alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed recently that naija men like to hide their age. You ask him his age and then its sidestep. In his Wendy Williams' interview, MI was dodging his age. "I'm in my upper 20's". Beans? Ish is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing when I see people type things like "I luh you" or "I milz you". I automatically assume they don't really mean it but it seems like the appropriate thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda over people who allegedly think that Adele is a "fat, black, yoruba" singer. Like there's google, do yourself a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who still has pairs of jeans from many years ago because I foolishly tell myself that I will fit into them again? I need to do myself a favor and let dem things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to people who cheat in this day and age. I am not saying it's not possible but with advanced technology, it just has to be harder. The world is waay smaller now and everyone knows everyone. no joke. It's the oddest thing, meeting someone for the first time yet you practically know their life history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of technology. Who knew some people see Twitter as a modified Match.com. As usual maybe I'm the only one who didn't know but if DMs could talk, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else enjoy the process of putting lotion on their body? No? Just me? Ok then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when people sneeze we say bless you. Why don't we have anything for when people cough? sorry is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fight left in me. Sorry mama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting lost but I hate asking for directions. I prefer to keep driving around and around and figure it out even though I am frustrated as hell. What is wrong with me? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most girls always say the first thing they can't wait to get rid off when they get home is their bra. Not for me, for me it's pants. Those are the first things I have to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt had a birthday last sunday. Called to wish her a happy birthday, naturally it went to marriage. She asked what my plans for those are and I politely said none. She then said the plan is to just give my email and number out to eligible men and that's the way to go because our grandparents afterall didn't know who they were marrying, it came during the marriage and they were forced to iron out their issues. She also said that when people get married and years down the line the guy changes, the woman starts crying that he changed on me. She says he didn't change, he has always been that way, you just chose to see what you wanted while you were dating. Do you agree?disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peanut butter snickers ad is all sorts of stupid. As in, they are asking sharks which human tasted better and they reply with the one who just ate the chocolate. Like, they are using a shark ate man theme?? camaaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I pray for my friends, I pray for them individually, no blanket prayer.Soooo, is it wrong if i stop praying for an ex? As in, you're not on bad terms but they are just not in your life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are way too committed. Keep your options open, if something better comes along dump the old, bring in the new" - Got this from a funny blog but I completely agree. I am not saying leave your husband or your healthy relationship oh! but if you are in an unhealthy relationship and you are unhappy, don't try to hang in there because of all the years you've invested or whatever reason. Everyone deserves to be happy (ha, see me talking)so find your happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST - For all women who have suffered or are going through a miscarriage that God comforts them and gives them the strength to get through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Swanboy, I'll drop naija music today. Have a lovely weekend my lovelies and stay blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImL5Bnd2GR8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ImL5Bnd2GR8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6494697516824721356?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6494697516824721356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6494697516824721356' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6494697516824721356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6494697516824721356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2488446797634815037</id><published>2011-04-07T21:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:10:12.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thursday</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, yep you read right, it says Random Thursday not Friday. I am so tired right now, I fear I might fall asleep and forget to put up randoms,so better early than never. It's been an interesting week for me both highs and lows. Just took an exam I don't feel good about and to think I pulled an all nighter last night, ugh!I am looking forward to the weekend though, just put this week behind me. Enough chit chat. Let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting asked a lot more if I'd consider joining dating sites. My answer is no, I don't have a need for it..yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend about whether women enjoy giving head or not and we veered off to some of the reasons some women enjoy it and one of them was was that they felt powerful. Just because I have mad friends, he said he'd heard that before and he'd replied it with: "well get on your knees and feel powerful then. I'm all for empowering women". That cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch Dancing with the stars regularly but I think Lacy Schwimmer is a sexy young lady. She is not a skinny meanie but she moves so well and is so confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much noise as we make, do women really know what they want? I'm watching Bethenny's show and she tells her husband not to get her a gift but if he really doesn't get her a gift she'll be mad. *confused* Why not just say you want a gift in the first place? So we say we want a nice guy, but truth be told nice guy is the new boring. blah confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said theory states nice guys get no ass. yay?nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me that I don't hide my thoughts but I hide my feelings. Does that make sense to y'all? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be young again. To be bright eyed and bushy tailed. Full of youthful exuberance and thinking you have it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from this hunk of temptation...or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” -Maria Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the CEO of Sprint features in their ads. Does he get royalties too, on top of his salary or he does it for free for the love of his company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never quite understood or believed it when I hear a girl say "I think like a man". Maybe it's possible,  but for me I think it's all a front. Yes, we might be the more emotional or complicated sex and we are built the way we are, just like men are built the way they are for a reason. It plays its part in that man/woman dance we play in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the benefits of being stubborn? Anyone? I am a stubborn person but I can't tell you why. I don't like apologizing either. Had to apologize to my mom this week but not before a lot of grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked this on twitter: what makes a "good"girl good and a "bad" girl bad? Is it wrong to be adventurous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE those ASPCA ads about abused animals. Uggh! they take so long and they try too damn hard to "touch your heart", making the animals give some fierce puppy dog eyes. hiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I see people's grandoise dreams for their future partner like "she must be able to do a full split while scrubbing my back" or "he must be able to dip my toes in icecream and lick it like a cone". Ok, I am exaggerating but maybe it's just me but there comes a time when you prioritize and focus on the real important things that are substantial, so for now I'll just assume some things I hear or read are all for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like if you stayed in Nigeria and didn't go overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Marlee Matlin is deaf, yea? But she can talk and speaks perfect english. Well how did she hear or sound out the words to know what they sound like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do our issues ever go away or do we just learn how to manage them better? This is like the saying Time heals all wounds. I don't agree, I just think Time numbs all wounds. Hmm is that the same thing? (healing and numbing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always amusing when people come how many years later to let you know that they had a crush on you way back when. Why thanks but why didn't you say anything? I take that back, in some instances you are grateful they didn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chuckle at the fact that my answer to the question: Where were you when MJ died? will forever be: Swe Bar lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my darling Kate and (in a few days) RepOne. Hope you guys have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got folks, hope yall have a fantastic weekend, shake a tailfeather or two for me and be safe. So Swanboy said, I never have nigerian music for random fridays and I have no legit reason why and just because I never listen, it won't be this week. This week I have to post the music of Frank Ocean, who was able to reach the titanium that is my heart (offtopic, my mother told me this week that my heart was closed sha. see my life) with this song. If you haven't heard of him he has a mixtape out called Nostalgia that's free. In the meantime enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Ocean - Strawberry Swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yORwhIwEAoY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yORwhIwEAoY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2488446797634815037?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2488446797634815037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2488446797634815037' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2488446797634815037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2488446797634815037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thursday.html' title='Random Thursday'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5884949533395203235</id><published>2011-03-29T18:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:39:22.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a date</title><content type='html'>I don't know about y'all but I was just celebrating the beginning of Spring, but somehow in the last few days, the gods vexed and now its cold even in Texas. Had to burst out the turtlenecks and boots again (speaking of boots, I have these pair of knee highs that always make me feel sexy and on top of the world, but I digress). Today it's all rainy and dark and gloomy and all that jazz. This girl is not happy at all. I want my sun and heat back! In my ever cluttered brain of non stop thoughts, the other day I pulled out a memory of a date I went on, back when I was young and actually went on dates. It always makes me laugh so I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my old apartment complex I'm checking my mail and this black dude comes by to check his mail also. I could feel him staring but I thought nothing of it - I promise I say this with 95% humility, African American men love me, so I am accustomed to them staring and I just ignore them unless they say something. Well this one said something, it's been a while so I can't remember it all, besides being tall, he wasn't my spec but I said yes to dinner anyways. We agreed to meet at a spot within the complex and I think I had spoken to him on the phone right before I headed out my apartment. So I am standing there and a car was driving up to me with a black man in it, I gave a half smile in recognition but he drove right past me but then reversed. I said hi and jumped in the car, the guy said hi back and was smiling. I said so where are we headed and he looked puzzled and said you tell me. Hmmm, something wasn't right, I think I'd remember if the guy had dreads or would I?. Then I realized that I had no clue what the dude who was taking me out to dinner ( lets call him Kevin. I don't even remember his real name) looked like, but it definitely wasn't whoever I was in the car with at this moment. I had totally forgotten! I quickly apologized and hopped out the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin eventually drove up and yea I definitely didn't remember him at all and umm I must have been on cough syrup when I agreed to dinner cuz for one he looked waaay older, I'll leave the other reasons alone. No yawa, let's go na. He took me to On the Border, a mexican restaurant and he did most of the talking, I don't remember any of it now but it wasn't riveting convo. I think he asked questions about Nigeria or something, honestly I don't remember. At the end of dinner, when it was time to pay he pulled out 2 gift cards and instructed the waitress on how much to charge on each one. Till date, I still don't know if there is anything wrong with that but I'd be lying if I said I was not a bit taken aback. I think he suggested going somewhere afterwards but I was just ready to get home at this point. On the way home, I am not even sure how donuts came up and he said "it reminds me of breakfast they used to give us when I was in jail". I was like say wha? and he was like "oh yea, I was in jail for a little bit, I couldn't pay my bond....". Now he said this so casually like it was normal to have gone to jail and began to regal me with tales from jail like their routine, his chores etc till I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that was the last time I saw Kevin. I was always on the lookout whenever I checked my mail but I think he moved out. He did give me a call on Christmas day later in the year because he remembered my family wasn't in the country and just wanted to make sure I was ok, which was nice of him, but that was it. I don't know why I remembered this but it still makes me chuckle. Hope everyone has a good rest of the week. Happy Hump Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Nice Anon - osiso. Chiata to the world jo. nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5884949533395203235?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5884949533395203235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5884949533395203235' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5884949533395203235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5884949533395203235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-upon-date.html' title='Once upon a date'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-912994113803200444</id><published>2011-03-24T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:36:42.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Howdy ho people. How long has it been? I do not apologize for my absence because it looks like everyone is on hiatus too. I’ve been a bit busy sha, classes started, bit more work to do and twitter has stolen my random thoughts. I’ve generally been okay, but in all honesty I am tired of going to work. I, by no means hate my job actually but just the daily grind of waking up, getting ready etc. I get to work and I’m faffing like a mofocky doing everything but work, yet counting down to 5pm. I mean, I do some work and I meet my deadlines but what does it mean if all I am thinking of is getting off work and just chilling. I was telling my friend this and she told me to go get a sugar daddy. I told her I hate depending on people and she pretty much told me I was screwed. Lol, don’t mind me jare, I think I am just feening for a vacay, haven’t traveled in a while and I think I am ready for a trip. Let’s random, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I fuss over my friends and loved ones a lot but I hate being fussed over. Contradictory much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let  me tell you, no matter how long you been threading and/or waxing, that ish still hurts. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent me a text as he watched Jennifer Hudson walk down the Oscar red carpet: “As long as I have a face Jhud will always have a place to sit on”. See wahala. Me I think he was just bedazzled by her boobs that were out to play, cuz as good as she looks now, I still don’t see Jhud and think – hot. But I’m a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl just got married recently and I was a bridemaid. As is customary, I carried my Ankara to go get sewn and see me see wahala. This lady won’t adjust it as I requested, her reason? “My waist too small and hip and thigh too big” (she is Chinese). I wanted to scream. I went to alter my bridesmaid dress at a DIFFERENT tailor. They messed it up and as I am trying to get her to do what I want and she tells me: “I not try to tell you about your body, but your waist small and hip is big”. I kid you not, it was all I could do to not scream. I spend too much money on alterations for this mess #endrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irritates me when you send an evite with information and yet on the day of the event, you get bombarded with calls and texts asking for the same information on the evite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I believe Karma exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and that’s the way the cookie crumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you hear things everyday but relationships take work men. It’s funny how everyone knows communication is a very key  ingredient and sometimes it’s just the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be a hella sucky situation if you finally found your spouse and they end up dying young. I’d be so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people ask their s.o, how many people they’ve been with? I’ve just never understood that line of thinking. I’d answer if I was asked but I’d never ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people say they don’t envy those people whose parents paid their fees in school because they’ve built character working for their school fees etc etc. I call a big ole pile of b.s on that. I would totally trade working numerous jobs and getting student loans for my parents paying my fees. I know many a people whose parents paid their fees and they turned out just fine to me. Character ko? Hiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching my choir master at church, and you know those hand gestures they make “directing” the singers. Do they really mean anything? Do they pay attention to his hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if pregnancy craving is correlated to your location. For example, will a woman in naija crave jello or will a woman in yankee crave gala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me if I ever wondered what my life would be like if I didn’t have a large ass. I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what’s weird. You know those girls you saw naked in boarding school with weird bits eg inverted nipples, extra long labia, mango boobs etc etc. Years later and you guys meet at some random function, they are looking  all fly but you know what’s under the flyness. No? just me? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is fascinating. Especially Nigerians on twitter. It has taught me that many Nigerians are blessed and or favored. Oh wait, I forgot the smiley face - :). I see that from how many people almost everyday, it's like we have to be reminded. Maybe it’s positive reaffirmation sha, so let me shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weird. I like most stuff plain. I don’t like nuts in my salad or chocolate. I don’t like all that extra stuff in my icecream and unless it’s some kind of meat I don’t like extras in my soup. Heck I don’t like stockfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am baffled at how there are some people my age who don’t work by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never really been concerned by age, but I have to admit hearing people say they graduated high/secondary school  in say like 2004 gives me a bit of a pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Today's video is an unofficial video a friend showed me. I think its pretty cool with a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20012561" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20012561"&gt;BLAME GAME&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/yonie"&gt;yonie.ethiopian.love&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-912994113803200444?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/912994113803200444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=912994113803200444' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/912994113803200444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/912994113803200444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-97574498672125278</id><published>2011-03-16T20:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:40:22.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men speak, Women speak..or do they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What would be the best course of action?…Do you talk about something that bothers/affects you and is important to you or do you Not talk about it because your partner doesn't quite see it the same way and there is a tendency it’ll make them feel like they are being accused of not doing enough?” Sounds like a lose-lose situation to me, No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I tried to blog, I was trying to blog about a statement a friend had made about women's inability to communicate what they want. As I tried to write it out with the very many different scenarios, it got complicated (go figure) that I just abandoned, don't even think I saved the draft sef. Anyhue, I peeped the above from RepOne's blog so I figured I'll give it another go without thinking too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above scenario is just one of many examples where a woman decides to take the high road and not communicate what they are thinking/feeling. Noone wants to be the one that cuts their partner down. Let's use the example of your partner not pleasing you in bed. I for one feel you should be able to say something but there are many others who feel silence is better. They say they don't want to make him feel like he is inadequate or it'll be a blow to his ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you and I am sure you will find a million and one articles that mention how irrational/overemotional/sensitive women are. It's like some agreed creed and it flows over sometimes(I said sometimes). You say something and it's either you are pms'ing or you are overreacting or you are being sensitive. That gets annoying and can lead to someone second guessing whatever it is they want to say and wondering if they are over reacting or not. By the time you've mulled it over so many times, you're just over it and you'd rather not talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at a scenario, where a guy is feeling a girl and vice versa. They aren't dating officially but are "talking" (whatever that means). Even though the general consensus is "you're free to date anyone you want", often times much like a friends with benefits situation, the girl catches feelings and it becomes murky. So while dude feels hey, she knows where I stand and maybe does something that the chic is not happy about. It's difficult for the girl to say what she really wants or is not happy about because she supposedly knew what she was getting into and can't act all possessive. On the flip, she could say she wants more but in most cases would rather be in her "arranged" situation than speak her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl and Guy have been flirting. Girl is feeling Guy but just won't come right out and say it but shows jealous streaks when she sees Guy flirting with other girls. That's a case by case basis because some girls are okay telling a dude straight up and some feel if he really was feeling me he would say something. In this case, Girl not communicating could be a fear of rejection or shyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last scenario I would get in is one I saw on Twitter:&lt;br /&gt;Girl:I don't think its working out, I think we should break up&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok fine&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why can't you fight for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation na long ting. See women are more nurturing that's why when you hear a convo between two women and one asks how are you? the other says fine, the other lady will say "you sure you are okay, you seem a bit down". For most guys, its a fly buy convo, "wassup", "i'M good" "cool". So when a girl says something like the above, it's because she is unhappy with her situation and instead of leaving this situation, still wants to try even though it's a dead end and is hoping the guy would probe some more and by him doing that means he really likes her (that was tedious to type sha). Let me stop rambling. Quite frankly, it's more the exception to find a woman that is straight up direct when it comes to matters of the heart. It would make sense for her to just flat out say what it is the problem is but I'd like to believe she should have mentioned it before coming to a let's break up solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I just feel men and women reason differently and communication is no different. As much as men may say, we don't say what we want, guys are guilty of this also especially when they shut down. When you have expressed dissatisfaction over a certain situation and you've told your s.o over and over, it just gets to a point where you just keep quiet. When it feels like there's a wall and the guy decides to stick to his guns, there's no point trying, it's usually easier to keep mum. Or when a guy chooses to lead a woman on instead of being upfront about his intentions that counts as a man not expressing what he wants (although my friend - The Counselor- says a woman should take responsibility and have the "what are we doing?" convo if he doesn't say anything) I do think another reason is when a woman is unsure. At the point where a woman is unsure of where she stands with a man, I think it makes it difficult for a woman to express herself. Oh yea, add overthinking to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, disjointed much? I am shutting my laptop off now. I'd like to hear what you think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-97574498672125278?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/97574498672125278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=97574498672125278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/97574498672125278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/97574498672125278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/03/men-speak-women-speakor-do-they.html' title='Men speak, Women speak..or do they?'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1743022001072302994</id><published>2011-03-09T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:53:14.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I have flapped my gums on here. I really haven't had anything to say and when I did have a certain blog topic suggested to me, I started on it and it was too much work jare, so I fashied. Anyhue, like it does every year lent just snuck up on me sha (where on earth is the year rushing too?). Today is Ash Wednesday as you may know, and in the likelihood you live under a rock, Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of Lent. Lent is a catholic tradition that lasts for 40 days and is usually a time of reflection and repentance. As part of the observance, catholics usually give up meat on Ash Wednesday and every Friday and in addition to that give up something during the season as some kind of fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it seems everyone catholic or not seems to want to "give up" something for lent, almost as if it's the in thing to do. I wonder if most people realize that you are supposed to give up something that is hindering you from growing in your spiritual walk or if you are denying yourself something it is in addition to trying to progress in your spiritual life. The one that irks me is when people give up stuff as some kind of crash diet but hey na dem sabi. Anyways, for anyone observing, hope you get something out of it and make some progress spiritually. It never hurts to make some progress in that area, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other random news, the first day of my last class ever in grad school starts tomorrow. 4 hours of class (shoot me now!)but I am excited that it's almost over. This weekend is going to be a blast ( I hope). My girl is getting married and most of our friend from past and present are going to be in town. It's going to be fun hanging out, catching up and yes! dancing! Mighty Mike is going to DJ and he is awesome, looking forward to that the most. Aiite, have a wonderful weekend and hope my blog mojo returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS If you are reading this - Hi Nice Anon, you are missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1743022001072302994?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1743022001072302994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1743022001072302994' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1743022001072302994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1743022001072302994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/03/ash-wednesday.html' title='Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7198821726267836391</id><published>2011-02-28T22:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:39:31.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>This isn't going to be a long post, just wanted to get something out. I had no intention of blogging tonight but I just watched "Bethenny Ever After" and there's a scene where she is in therapy discussing her non relationship with her dad and her mom and I got that "feeling" I usually get when I watch stuff that pertains to non existent parent relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I have an almost non existent relationship with my dad, so it's hard for me to put that "feeling" in words. That's not the point of my post though, I think part of what comes with that feeling is a little resentment at not being able to talk about it. You know you hear about people who are labeled "the one with daddy issues" and you don't want to be that girl who blames everything in their life on their absent father and yea I agree with that, you shape your own life, you deal with the cards you are dealt with and try to move past it. The fact is, having an absentee father is part of my reality, it has shaped some of what I am today. I have done the best I can to not let it control my life. Have I done the best job? I don't know. Sometimes I do want to yell at people who have no idea when they casually throw out the "you have to just get over it" It's like, am I supposed to act like this never happened? Do I just keep going on suppressing thoughts and feelings? I don't know the answer but for the most part that's what I do, mostly because I am just really conscious of what I mentioned above - I don't want to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl, so even when I might just be venting, I'd feel like I was whining. Every now and then, I have those moments where I think about it, but for the most part, I am in a good place and I have reached a point where I can sincerely say I am good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhue, it really could be a lot worse and I am okay really. Before you guys flood the comment box with condolence sounding messages lol. Let me emphasize that I am okay oh!It was just a thought I had and felt the need to write about it. Hope y'all had a wonderful Monday. I sho' did thanks to Charlie Sheen and his numerous interviews. Oh did anyone catch the dry ass Oscars? I should do a write up on that. Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Forgive my sucky title. I couldn't think of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7198821726267836391?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7198821726267836391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7198821726267836391' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7198821726267836391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7198821726267836391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-53520237240275710</id><published>2011-02-24T23:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:51:17.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Aloha people! I am on a roll this week oh, third post in a week(CILy you see that? hiss). Thought I'd cap it off with some randoms for you guys. I have had a long week and I am looking forward to the weekend. Took a final today and that leaves one more class. Woohoo! Oh yea, thanks for all the comments on "my" last post, it was interesting to read although I think there was some misunderstanding. I don't think the guest blogger was trying to say that you should lie to your partner unnecessarily and ALL the time. I think the key part of the post for me was "The fact is we would have to use our knowledge of the person we are dealing with in order to answer any personal questions. Sort of like when you are in a job interview". Okay, let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I realized I am uncomfortable with sex being referred to as "making love". No rational reason, I'd just rather it wasn't called that. (Are you saying "seek help"? You can like to hug transformer :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have issues but I am awesome dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a friend of mine and she said that men have the power when it comes to relationships and women just control sex. Yay? Nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how my best friend and I are friends, she is so sappy it's cute. Yes I called you out. Luh you boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a "thing" with bathrooms. I can't get into detail but my friends know. This show "Shameless" has their whole opening credit montage filmed in a bathroom. Each family member goes in there and does different things. I saw it the first time and was so disgusted and now I can't watch it anymore, I have to fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that deal with guys, where they feel that a woman should at least offer to pay when she goes out to dinner with a guy, even if he will decline. I think the equivalent for me is whether its a friend or a significant other(boyfriend not husband), if a woman cooks, the man should at least just offer to wash up even though she'd probably decline the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you fix it when you don't know the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous comments rub me off the wrong way, even when it's not a vicious one. Yes I know I can disable anonymous comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've all seen the ad, "the average person has 28 first kisses". Omo man, if that's true then I am dulling and have a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I could do with a really good kiss right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I was trynna get a count for the above, I did it by timeline but also considered doing it by ranking hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding crashers irk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If chickens had free will to visit their fellow bird family, would they ever visit a bird that could fly? Won't they feel insecure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How anyone can think I have no feelings is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the All Star basketball game. So many fine men on tv. I just wondered how anyone could be a lesbian and miss out on the goodness of attractive men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tolerance gets lower as I get older :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't let go of the past, you will keep bleeding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really look forward to taking my kids to Disney world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen on twitter: "Did you think the anthem was about a blind spanish person "joseeee can you seeee?". I thought that was funny. my friends? not so much. dry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing seen on twitter: What if your bbm's were wikileaked. Are you safe? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I have folks. Be good this weekend.or not. I will be good, as I am most times lol. Instead of a music video, I thought I'd share this Cheetos ad that I like. I really think the Cheetos Cheetah is a stonehead and is creepy but the way the dude is dancing in the video is what cracks me up.Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NUYgAzmrnM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NUYgAzmrnM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-53520237240275710?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/53520237240275710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=53520237240275710' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/53520237240275710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/53520237240275710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-randoms_24.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5071670828317217599</id><published>2011-02-22T03:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:37:55.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise to tell the truth and nothing but the...oh wait..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hi Guys. Thanks for the comments on my last post, obviously I haven't uncluttered my mind cuz I am up at 3.30am lol, but I did get some sleep sha. Today's post is a post by a friend of mine who we shall refer to as VerbalFornication. Enjoy and don't forget to leave your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard the phrase, so cliché that I don’t even need to repeat it hailing honesty in its dark twisted forms. Dark? Twisted? Come on! No its true. Lets forget that political correctedness is slowly eating away at society’s individualistic thoughts and expression like gastric acid and stomach lining. My focus is on relationships and the faux pact we make with our significant other to be honest “no matter what” while the truth is…it matters a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey does this dress make me look fat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it didn’t why would she ask you? I mean before you two started dating she would dress herself and come to conclusions however biased or jaded they were without your input. So why does it suddenly matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men/women have you slept with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your ex better than me in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the many many questions that significant others ask (yes women AND men) which there is only ONE satisfactory answer. Now consider telling the truth, which could have one of three outcomes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He or she doesn’t really care either way what the answer is. They would just like to KNOW – this scenario is rare. So rare that we shall not delve into the psyche of such individuals at this time.&lt;br /&gt;2. You give the RIGHT answer.  – all is well! You have passed the test (wait that was a test?) YES it was. Because you COULD fail by giving the wrong answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You give the WRONG answer.  – all hell breaks loose. She becomes quiet, moody, weepy. He scorns you, mistrusts you, all of a sudden he thinks you’re a whore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is we would have to use our knowledge of the person we are dealing with in order to answer any personal questions. Sort of like when you are in a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships I have always felt that the truth is the best option even if it blows up in your face. But that does not make for a long relationship and you will surely find yourself with a constant expiration date of 3-6 months; a bevy of ex-girlfriends who dumped you “suddenly” and a deep-seated envy of those jerks whom you KNOW you are better than, but always seem to end up with your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, lie to your girl. &lt;br /&gt;Ladies, lie to your man. &lt;br /&gt;They want you to. &lt;br /&gt;They NEED you to.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has insecurities, and wants someone to make those insecurities go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5071670828317217599?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5071670828317217599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5071670828317217599' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5071670828317217599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5071670828317217599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/honesty-disguised-as-best-policy.html' title='I promise to tell the truth and nothing but the...oh wait..'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5638033640367492567</id><published>2011-02-20T11:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T11:31:16.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I Should Blog...</title><content type='html'>....but I honestly can't think of a single thing to blog about. Which is funny, because I have been having trouble sleeping lately and the only time that happens is when I have stuff on my mind. I should be able to pull a topic from the clusterfuck that's my mind eh? Well just checking in and for the person who bugged my ear off today in my sleepless stupor about not blogging consistently and being tired of seeing the same blogpost, hope this is different enough for you hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week ahead, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5638033640367492567?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5638033640367492567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5638033640367492567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5638033640367492567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5638033640367492567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-i-should-blog.html' title='I know I Should Blog...'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-367237937553184084</id><published>2011-02-13T16:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:56:41.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling and a Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RAMBLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get told about myself a lot. I get analyzed by people and I get varying reasons as to why I do some of the things I do. In recent years, of course it's been relationship wise. The conclusions are sometimes amusing, sometimes off base and sometimes on the money.I have my self reflections, and I address or recognize some things that I need to work on and/or come up with questions that I have no answers to. I was speaking to a friend the other day and I was telling him how I had just never allowed myself to ever let go completely with someone of the opposite sex. I have actually been told by a guy I was seeing that he felt I never gave any genuine emotion and he can never quite gauge what I am feeling. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few reasons this happens: &lt;br /&gt;1) If you have been reading my blog long enough, I won't bore you again with my trust issues. &lt;br /&gt;2) How much is too much to reveal to someone at the beginning. You can't just meet someone and dump everything about you in one full serving yet I feel everything I do is connected to understanding something else about me so it all makes sense. So me being the over thinker I am end up holding back.&lt;br /&gt;3) And this is the option I will say has the most weight. I see most relationships as temporary, so I never see the need to fully invest. Yes I know that's terrible. I am aware and I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALIZATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my friend about the above topic and he said he whole heartedly could relate to #3 and I was a bit taken aback. Talking to another friend and he told me that he couldn't date me because I'd probably make him cry every day. He said I had a sharp mouth and thinks I use it as some defense mechanism and as a tool to chase guys away (dunno bout all that). See, I have this thing when I am comfortable with guys, I don't censor myself as much as I would with females. Why? Because in all my 28 years of living, I am just now realizing that in my head I really think guys have no feelings lol. I might be exaggerating but I usually think nyeh, they don't think most things are a big deal or they'll get over it quickly so it's okay. I don't know why or how it hit me but I am glad it did. I am aware that men have egos, especially nigerian men, so I can't just be running my mouth and acting like they are immune to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was my ramble and realization post, hope it made sense. If not, ah well. Wishing you all a happy valentine's day. It'll be a normal day for me but my friend has invited me to dinner, so I might take her up on her offer. For you lovebirds out there, have a wonderful day with your loved one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3ekUJXqLP0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3ekUJXqLP0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-367237937553184084?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/367237937553184084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=367237937553184084' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/367237937553184084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/367237937553184084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/rambling-and-realization.html' title='Rambling and a Realization'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7621064005790601208</id><published>2011-02-09T18:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:17:03.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Wife</title><content type='html'>Howdy folks, don't mind my title. I just finished watching Season 1 and 2 of the "The Good Wife" and I am very impressed. I couldn't think of a title for this post, so I just went with that. Ok let me get to the koko of my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"All men want freaks they just dont want them for a wife" - Spike Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men marry the ‘good girl,’ become unsatistfied &amp; then have the side-chick to do all the things they’re uncomfortable doing with their wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some men are never able to reconcile the reality. In their minds, wife = good girl, side-chick = bad girl. They cannot be one &amp; the same"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read the above this morning on this teeny site you might have heard of called Twitter. The person went further and asked the fellas if they would allow their woman to be completely freaky with them and not judge them? She was of the belief that most men will say that they won't judge the female in question believing they are liberal and go ahead to judge their non-wife partner (lol) and end up looking for a traditional(read: less freaky) woman when it's time to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for those of you saying define freaky. My definition is someone who is open and willing to try almost anything sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Yours Truly completely agrees with the author especially when it comes to Nigerian men. It's not like they don't enjoy the openness but something about having a wife that is that "open" I dunno sits uncomfortably with them. I spoke to two of my male friends about this. The first one said he didn't think that was the case, at least speaking for himself but being a man of very little words, I didn't get enough info to satisfy my curiosity so I asked the second friend and he agreed with me that unfortunately that *is* the case with most men and most men can't handle freaks as wives. I didn't understand, so I asked why and his theory was maybe they can't handle or reconcile the freaky women also being the mother of their children, he also thought that maybe some guys have issues with what they do sexually and feel that there is something inherently dirty about it and don't want that with their wives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started scratching my head sha, I don't understand how we (females) are the confused gender. I mean all we hear from our beloved rap stars who permeate the brain of our lovely men is wanting a lady in the streets but a freak in the bed (in a past convo, another guy friend of mine says that whether a couple has good or bad sex is dependent on the guy but that's another post for another time) but it looks like women are being penalized for it anyways because if you say you no do, dem say you be prude. If you say you do, now you are too freaky to be the mother of my children. They end up with the prude and then cheat on her with the freak because he is not satisfied - mon dieu! My friend did ask if I thought my freakiness or lack of it (whichever the case may be) is aiding/hurting my marriage chances lol. I replied with a no. I would hope that I wouldn't end up with someone whose decision is solely based on my freak o meter and not other qualities about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am sure this isn't all I wanted to say but I have a horrible headache and I have had this thing for like a week now and I have to step away from the screen but please feel free as usual to share your pov? What do you think? Should you hold back with someone so you don't get judged or just do your thing judgement be damned? Have a great week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7621064005790601208?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7621064005790601208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7621064005790601208' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7621064005790601208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7621064005790601208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-wife.html' title='The Good Wife'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5910691619240372196</id><published>2011-02-03T23:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:21:42.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hiya folks, what's good. As promised, I think I got some randoms for you guys, how was your week? My week has been weird, I was so emotional but I am blaming it on the weather. Texas got the real cold and just froze. I worked from home two days this week and when I eventually ventured out the roads were (still is) covered in ice, we are like ice skating with our cars on the road lol. I feel bad for the Super Bowl events and the business owners looking forward to all the business. Anyhue, I am glad it's the weekend, even though snow is expected today and Monday, I will still make time to regroup and refresh. Let's random shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would love to visit Dubai. I feel like I am the only one who hasn't been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I read on blogsville: I believe the longer the relationship the less likely it is to lead to marriage. Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always used to wonder why I get uncomfortable when people try to matchmake me. I think it's because I don't think anyone really knows what I like and I'd probably sound demented if I tried to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people take pictures of their food while they are cooking. That is the last thing on my mind when I am in the kitchen. Then again, I don't take pictures in general, so maybe that has something to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very aggravating when people start slowing down 50ft away from their right turn. Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bright idea was it to incorporate animated bears with tissue paper? Yes, I am talking about the Charmin ad. Last I checked, they don't wipe their asses, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the word natchy. No particular reason, I just do. Same goes for "Awwww". I don't like when people awwww me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked if I felt my space was invaded because Chuck Bass found my blog and I said no. That led me to thinking about some people who hate being questioned about things they blog about. I feel they have a right to not respond if they don't want to but can't be offended if someone asks a question. A blog is something public, if someone writes something on it, its because they want it out there, if they didn't they'd pick up a pen and paper and scribble their private thoughts or get a private blog. Just my opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get married, there are two things I shall work hard to not be: A nagging and an unhot wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that I'd make a good evil ex wife :(. hehe, I thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why most people don't utilize google. I love google, it answers all questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer gummy worms over gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a story on American Idol. This dude was engaged to be married for 2 years and 2 months before the wedding, she got into an accident and is practically a vegetable now. He says "what kind of person would I be if I left her?". Well what kind of person, would he be? Is he really a douche if he leaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a documentary about Joan Rivers. It's depressing that she carries ashes of her friends around since most of her friends are dead. Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it odd that I think I am open minded but I would still prefer that I don't have a child that's gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me I have a knack for saying everything without revealing nothing. I think this is good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how these artists (and everyday men sef) all talk about rocking your bed and being these bedroom phenomenoms. If that's the case, then why are there all these women who aren't having good sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world can be evil. I saw on tv, how a sunday school teacher killed a 6 year old and sexually assaulted her violently with a rolling pin before she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was easier for women to let go and move on. Speaking to someone in a situation, it occurred to me that hope is a killer. Sometimes, it's harder to move on when you have hope that you will still be reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank Baskett must really love Kendra sha. I read her autobiography (feel free to judge me). While she was at the mansion, when Hef had 8 girlfriends, they had "party tuesdays" or so, where each girl rode Hef for about a minute and a half and then the next person will take over. She revealed all this and more in her book, plus her sex tape and all and Hank still thinks she is the best thing since sliced bread. Kudos to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard something hilarious, my friend said her cousin was having a bad day and called to find out what's new in her life cos he knows whatever she tells him is guaranteed to make him feel better. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all people that are homeless in this terrible weather, that they are able to find some form of shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song by Christina Perry - Jar of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5910691619240372196?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5910691619240372196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5910691619240372196' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5910691619240372196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5910691619240372196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-3020348831475787089</id><published>2011-01-30T11:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:50:51.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Your Pants Off</title><content type='html'>Howdy Ho folks. How have you been? Hope all's been well. My post today isn't going to be long but I would like to hear your opinion on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the never ending mating game between a man and a woman, they say it is much easier for a man to bag/shag a woman if the woman decides he has a sense of humor. Ask a woman what she is looking for in a man and 9 out of 10 if not all will most definitely have sense of humor on their list. I am all for a sense of humor and all but do women really feel that is one of the important things in an attraction to a man? Sometimes, I feel the sense of humor characteristic is as reflex as "God fearing" on a nigerian woman's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little digging on the wonderful world of Google and found that studies show that women think funny men are smarter and more likely to be honest than less funny men (Err, obviously I wasn't part of this study because I totally disagree, especially with the honest part). Further research does show that humor is not linked to intelligence and quite frankly the stuff I found actually pissed me off a little because it adds to the whole "women are silly and would believe and do anything just to get a man" stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The basic difference is that males tend to use humor to compete with other men, while women tend to use humor to bond with others. Studies show that men more often use humor to jockey for position with other males when they are in the company of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The allure of male humor is so strong that female laughter may have evolved as a signal of sexual interest—picture a woman's girlish giggles as she flirts with a man at a bar. Indeed, a German study found that when male and female strangers engaged in natural conversation, the degree to which a woman laughed while talking to a man was indicative of her interest in dating him. How much the woman laughed also predicted the man's desire to date her. On the flip side, how often a man laughed was unrelated to his interest in a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only question for that is, is the lady laughing because he really is funny? or she is attracted to him already and just laughs at everything he says - funny or not? One last thing before I leave is (of course) while women appear to prefer a men who makes them laugh, the psychologists say that previous studies have shown that the same does not hold true when the sexes are reversed - and men are not more attracted to funny girls. No surprise eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Feel free to leave your comments and have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-3020348831475787089?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/3020348831475787089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=3020348831475787089' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3020348831475787089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3020348831475787089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/laugh-your-pants-off.html' title='Laugh Your Pants Off'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-3059739624554314806</id><published>2011-01-25T07:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:56:05.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Bass said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Absolutely hilarious. Its a shame that my finding this blog has caused our mutual friend to clam up. &lt;br /&gt;I shall endeavor to convince her to "share"&lt;br /&gt;To answer the above questions:&lt;br /&gt;- a limo would be quite the undertaking in Lagos ne c'est pas?&lt;br /&gt;- I like ties&lt;br /&gt;- I'm slow and deliberate only when absolutely necessary&lt;br /&gt;- you'd have ask the author about the look...&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helped! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are scratching your head, that was his comment on my last post in response to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reverence&lt;/span&gt; who asked a few questions (did he ride around in a limo? did he wear the clorful ties? did he speak in slow deliberate sentences? did he have the piercing look?) and Mr Bass got to responding before I could. Soo, hope he answered your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have received all the hisses,wakas and yabs via im, comment, twitter, texts lol. Na una sabi, I am not sure what Mr Bass means by "convincing me to "share"". *raises eyebrow* but I do intend to try and blog more and I am working on a random post (only for you Lucid, even though you didn't respond to my last comment on your blog). That's all I have for you folks. Have a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-3059739624554314806?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/3059739624554314806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=3059739624554314806' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3059739624554314806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3059739624554314806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/chuck-bass-said.html' title='Chuck Bass said...'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2496633781146860330</id><published>2011-01-22T00:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:36:02.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost</title><content type='html'>Today Swanboy sent me a text: BLOG SOMETHING DAMN YOU. In all caps like that. See the type of friends I have, isn't that threatening to poor, defenseless me, ehn? Well besides that, I have been told I need to blog but I don't know I think I lost my blogging mojo since a certain someone found it :p, but I will try to find it soon. I think I owe you guys at least a Random Friday post. Since my mojo is still lost I decided to repost something I had taken down for reasons I don't remember. I never ever talk about men on my blog but since I have neglected you all I will indulge and repost this (and leave it up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think so much about everything and are as straightlaced as I am, it’s a breath of fresh air when you get to just do and not think too much and that’s what my experience with Chuck Bass was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Chuck Bass a week into my vacation. He says it was an instant attraction, I say it took a few hours :p. However long it took, I knew I was in trouble. The flirting with CB was cerebral and we hung out everyday till I left and it was fun. Noone suppresses like I do but with C.B it wasn’t even possible, it was an attraction that scared me. Why you ask? Because for one, I don’t like not being in control and I didn’t feel I had control and also it felt like CB could see right through me – sure it could have been game but I wasn’t overthinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about all this happening on vacation, is that a vacation gives an expiration date and all this ended the day I left. But, I made sure to say thank you to CB. I was grateful for the experience because for a week, I felt carefree (ok 95% of the time), bold and adventurous and he was able to bring that out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2496633781146860330?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2496633781146860330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2496633781146860330' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2496633781146860330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2496633781146860330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/repost.html' title='Repost'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7694551514909409430</id><published>2011-01-13T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:11:18.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Awards</title><content type='html'>Howdy Ho peeps. Yes I am back again, only because two bloggers tagged me for the stylish and versatile blogger award. I don't know about stylish but thank you very much to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lucid Lillith&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nutty J.&lt;/span&gt;. To quote Nutty J she said, "I give her this award because her topics are exotic, truthful, versatile, served with attitude!". lol thanks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this award is hard because I have to list 7 things about myself (eek!) and then tag 15 bloggers, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a 28 year old who is obsessed with the Backstreet Boys. I totally see myself in my 40's, traipsing to Vegas to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have an unhealthy distrust for men. I am not shocked by any stories I hear about X or Y. I don't even know if it's a good or bad thing but I guess it'll be a bad thing if a sincere person comes along and everything he is saying goes in one ear and comes out the other. Maybe I will work on it, maybe I won't but for now I couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes, I think I am a walking dichotomy. For example, I am not a shy person. I am quite social and I rarely get embarassed BUT I get SO anxious when I have to go to an event. If anyone could hear what goes on in my head, I'd probably be committed. Another example is that I think I have a big heart, I will do anything I can for the people I care about but at the same time I could be as cold as I am sweet. I scare myself sometimes with how I feel nothing in some situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel sexiest when I am dancing. I love to dance and I do it well. I remember a friend telling me that I am not the type of girl one would notice when they step into a room (see yab) but if I am dancing it's a completely different story. I am also a flirt. Sometimes I flirt through dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am really not trying to be a cool girl or whatever but I DO NOT like shopping. Shopping is a chore to me. If I have to go to the mall, I would rather do school work than go. It's just not fun for me. I should specify that I mean shopping for clothes. I don't care for jewelry, I could go a month without wearing earrings and I have, shoes are the devil, they hurt. If not for necessity purses are a burden. Might I add, I have never bought a purse for myself and I could wear the same one for years but concerned friends usually step in and tell me it's time for a change. On the flip, I could shop for bra and panties all day and I could grocery shop all day. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't watch the news. Not much to say about this. I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have the weirdest memory vault when it comes to pop culture trivia. I might not watch a show but I can tell you who or what will be happening. I am addicted to award shows and I watch an insane amount of movies. I am a movie snob and some movies I will never watch in my life time/I can be the laziest heifer there ever was/Black is my favorite color/I have no problem going to concerts alone/I find it hard looking people in the eye/I am uncomfortable baring my soul, which is why I suck at explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done. I kinda cheated on #7 but nyeh, rules are made to be broken. Now Let me see if I can tag 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPB&lt;br /&gt;Neefemi&lt;br /&gt;Original Mgbeks&lt;br /&gt;RepressedOne&lt;br /&gt;Mamuje&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;NiceAnon&lt;br /&gt;yankeenaijababe&lt;br /&gt;Shadenonconform&lt;br /&gt;Ms.O&lt;br /&gt;Tatababe&lt;br /&gt;Kash&lt;br /&gt;Yinkuslolo&lt;br /&gt;GNG&lt;br /&gt;Omotee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7694551514909409430?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7694551514909409430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7694551514909409430' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7694551514909409430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7694551514909409430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogger-awards.html' title='Blogger Awards'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1643446822060263321</id><published>2011-01-11T19:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:31:46.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mindless Fools...</title><content type='html'>....We wake up everyday and repeat the same cycle. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wake up, do whatever it is we do before work, drive to work, pretend to work while we bb/tweet/facebook/surfthenet/, maybe do some work, go to lunch, get back to "working", countdown till work end, go home, complain about work, wonder what to eat, watch tv, surf the net etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give or take a few things this is what most of us do and we complain about it, like my friend said we complain about it like we can't do anything about it. Sure every now and then we travel, go see places, get excited about doing something different and then fall back into the rut. We daydream about all we could and want to do but somehow still don't do anything. Ofcourse, it's not that easy to just "do something", we have to be smart about this (responsibilities, not yet ready etc). Before you know it, time has passed by and we wonder where time has gone. What exactly are we waiting for? Why can't we just do it? Whatever "it" may be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are having a good week so far, it's cold as hell up in these parts but I can't complain too much, winter hasn't been so terrible for us, so I'll take this. Enjoy the rest of your week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks Swanboy for letting me purge today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1643446822060263321?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1643446822060263321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1643446822060263321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1643446822060263321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1643446822060263321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-mindless-fools.html' title='Like Mindless Fools...'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7836539564603286262</id><published>2011-01-06T18:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:19:13.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spark</title><content type='html'>Hi luvies. It's been a minute hasn't it? I have no strong excuse, ok I do. I got back and started work with an Organization meeting all week so I have been getting home later than usual and I have been so tired. I haven't been getting my full 8hour beauty sleep *ahem* but I am still on my naija high and feeling grand just letting stuff roll off my shoulder. Today I was talking to a friend of mine and she asked me if spark was necessary in a relationship? Lemme preface this by saying everything that follows is just my opinion, feel free to state yours in the comment box. I was talking to an older person once and they stated that this "it" our generation is always looking for is what will land us in trouble and make us miss out on a good thing. Is that "it" spark/attraction or is it a general clicking so to speak?, I digress. Anyways, like I was saying my friend asked if I thought spark was necessary and I replied with a Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think spark is necessary but like love, I don't think it is enough. I would take a 50% level spark over a 70% level spark in someone as long as the rest of the package is on par with what I am looking for. I believe that spark fades with time, I mean it only makes sense, as you get older and more responsibilities fall your way, kids, taxes, college funds, old age, bone creaking, not to say you won't have the hots for each other but that spark/hotness will definitely decrease. I think that as we get older, relationships and I mean marriages become more about the friendship than the spark you shared in the beginning. When I look at the older couples I admire eg my aunty and her husband, I don't admire them because "wow, they are sizzling with chemistry" but more because of the friendship, the tenderness and the "we've been through a lot but i still got ya back" aura that I get from them. Oh I should also add that it is very possible to have both as in 100% spark and 100% friendship, I guess my opinion is based on if one happened to be in a situation where they had to make a decision or choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to speak your mind on the topic and happy friday eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7836539564603286262?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7836539564603286262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7836539564603286262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7836539564603286262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7836539564603286262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/spark.html' title='Spark'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1430426092164954251</id><published>2011-01-01T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:11:03.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Howdy folks! Happy 2011. If you are reading this, I thank God for your life that you are alive and able to read this. I never have that resolution/anticipation everyone usually has for the new year. I do claim all the prayers and well wishes but I have never felt "this year is my year" feelings. I just go with the flow and hope God is on my side. I usually don't do new year resolutions and go more with themes e.g last year was facing fears. This year though I do have a resolution which is to be more selfish. I feel like I usually bend over backwards for my friends and loved ones and even then it never seems enough, so I will try to think more of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, as you can guess, I am back from Naija and boy am I sad. I really had a blast. I had a slow start but I can say my trip was adventurous from the beginning to the end. Even though I was complaining about not being able to move back, I have changed my mind again lol, I can move back with the right amount of money. My trips was filled with ups and downs. My eyes cleared and I got closure to an issue, emotional wahala with my dad,emotional moment with mom, my family getting on me about my weight but on the flip it was nonstop toasters all through (married, single o, ha nile). Gosh, I met a real life Chuck Bass (only those who watch Gossip Girl will know the magnitude of that statement) and it was fantastic, saw a bunch of friends, had fun at the koko concert - men, our people need to learn how to put on a show, the sound system was horrible and it was like a bunch of people yelling and just because you have 100 hits doesn't mean you have to perform all 100 hits. Our people too like demo sha, what will possess me to pay 500k naira for VIP tables at a concert??? I didn't pay for any of the things I went to sha, we thank God for knowing people but I dey regular people section and still had fun. For example, the All Black party, it's funny how the regular section was more fun than the VIP section, the VIP section was just groupies looking for attention. I got to meet up with RepOne and we went bowling, boy do i suck ass at bowling lol. I discovered I can still drive in Naija, which came in handy when I needed to go somewhere. I ate a lot of suya and drank WAY too much alcohol. let me give you an idea, on christmas day the whole fam was together and I stopped counting how many bottles of Veuve and Moet we consumed, let's just say 4 glasses were broken that night. ahem #don't judge us lol. I learned that trust in a relationship in naija is dead. My cousin was telling me how 9 out of 10 men will cheat and my brother said its 10 out of 10 sef. She also said that every man will have other women and your goal is just to be #1. sigh, it's quite unfair. It's every man for themselves in naija, I do wonder if I can keep up with the selfishness, materialistic-ness and general mago mago but I guess it's doable. Make I go dust off my cv/resume and see whatsup. Ok I am getting delirious now, have a wonderful new year people and stay blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1430426092164954251?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1430426092164954251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1430426092164954251' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1430426092164954251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1430426092164954251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8974837161951615998</id><published>2010-12-21T05:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:26:11.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagos Life</title><content type='html'>Howdy ho folks, how una dey? Christmas is just days away and I am enjoying the sun and heat of lagos. It was an ordeal getting to the East sha. This country na wire. Just to check in my luggage was wahala. People yelling at each other, my brother and I screaming at people who feel they have a right to yell at you. All before 7am. My 7.30 flight didn't leave until 3pm.Rumor has it the big wigs hired the planes for private use and left us regular folks to roast smh. Once we were told to board and after driving us there, they drove us right back because the plane wasn't ready. 2 Nollywood actors were on my flight and I took a pic, one of the midget actors (they say he is Aki) and Ejike Asiegbu. KOK was at the airport too. Also ran into JayJay Okocha in the lounge at the owerri airport. They tell u its VIP lounge with complimentary drinks and snacks, till a lady comes to ask u for ur N1000. I'm currently waiting for my food at Yellow Chillis and na wa they charge u to take ur food to go, they say its for the "takeaway pack". Had a nice time yesterday hanging with friends, had brunch at Orchid Bistro which was cool, dem get free wifi and even serve u free water with lemon lol.their brownies were good too. Dinner was at Saipans, chinese food. I'm wondering why I am yet to eat correct naija food sha, but time still dey.I haven't started partying but that's coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol some waiter just said "what the fuck is wrong with this guy? Custoomer service at its best*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't like typing on my phone, so I will stop here. Be good guys!&lt;br /&gt;PS happy birthday OmosiT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8974837161951615998?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8974837161951615998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8974837161951615998' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8974837161951615998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8974837161951615998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/12/lagos-life.html' title='Lagos Life'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2347593771313100037</id><published>2010-12-17T04:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:09:41.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and Sound</title><content type='html'>Hey Blogfam, just wanted to let you all know I made it safe and sound to Las Gidi. It was an eventful journey, with plenty delays. No I didn't sit by a knight in shining armour (Nice Anon,lol) but by some chic who says she is going to Naija for the first time since she was 3 but has a very present naija with fonee sprinkeld on top accent. umm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country is frustrating. I am currently sitting at the airport trying to catch a domestic flight. My flight was at 7.30 and the announcer has been saying 30mins delay. we are currently scheduled for 12.30pm. make we dey see. enjoy your weekend and I hoope to keep up with you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2347593771313100037?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2347593771313100037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2347593771313100037' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2347593771313100037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2347593771313100037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/12/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe and Sound'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1651264240581950424</id><published>2010-12-15T00:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:20:10.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Folk. Long time no see. You see this girl right here was trying to keep it together with finals and everything else trying to stress me. So, I feel like I should address my last post, thanks for all the comments but it seems my post sounder sadder than I actually felt. I wasn't like sad or anything, it was more of frustrated with my mom saying the same thing everytime. Anyhue, for those who asked what change my friend was referring to, she felt like single folks felt like they can't talk to her anymore about relationship stuff because she wouldn't understand. Moving oooooon, I am going to be in Naija in a few days and I am uberexcited, I have been trying to get everything together that I am so scattered but for once I think I won't be over limit. Soooo, as a goodbye present I figured I would random for my good people, so you won't forget me lol. Legoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this might be long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be kissed often and by someone who knows how - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sucky is it when you think you are just bloated and after PMS syndrome don pass, you realise say na the food wey you dey chop dey "bloat" you lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never feared getting older. But lately I am beginning to dread that moment when your body just doesn't cooperate with you and does what it wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who doesn't have rental insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion. ~ Javan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, I think Bruno Mars is one talented dude but I wish he was fully developed. Fully developed?, you ask? Yes, That's what I said. In my eye, he looks like a fetus. anyone else see it? no? just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who or what anyone says human beings like attention and they will seek or find it anyway possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming everything works right, everyone has a 98% chance of getting married and hopefully getting married for life. We are talking about 60 yrs of marriage on average. Besides, the having children angle, I have always wondered why parents move for early marriage in your twenties. Which lives you 20 something odd years to enjoy yourself and about 60+ years to navigate with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy Essien Igbokwe was asked the secret to a lasting marriage and she said: I will say to them that it is a woman that can keep her home because no man is perfect. But the secret is this, don’t love your man o, but like him very much so that you can tolerate and accommodate his naughtiness and for the children’s sake. Don’t love in order not to be disappointed. Love deals with the heart but liking with the head. Above all, God’s divine hand is essential." - Drop your thots on this in the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people need rings to signify abstinence? Speaking of, I hear Joe Jonas' ring is on sabbatical lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ask for much. Ok let me say I try not to ask for much from people, but I feel like even the little things I ask for I always get shafted. Oh well, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about generational family businesses and their continuity. I feel like the ones in our generation are killing of the continuity. For example, that annoying millionaire matchmaker, babe is in her 40's and still has no kid, when exactly is she going to teach her daughter to carry on the matchmaking business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do most black grooms wear white suits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shoutout to my Swanboy for sending me Sound of Music DVD in the mail. Thanks again. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is M.I not discovered in Yankee yet? Actually I am torn on this, I feel like MI is our (naija) baby and I want to keep him for ourselves, but on the other hand he deserves to be discovered. I am not really trying to overhype him but I think he can hang. I wonder if his style of music would change tho, because his lines have naija references (I live with NEPA, I gotta be the light). In more Taynement is mad news, I see MI being discovered by Jayz. its possible jo, Wale should hook his fellow brother up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via Ms. O, I read the stupidest article last week - &lt;a href="http://bitchielife.necolebitchie.com/2010/12/why-men-date-women-with-no-intentions-of-a-relationship/"&gt;http://bitchielife.necolebitchie.com/2010/12/why-men-date-women-with-no-intentions-of-a-relationship/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amazed at the timing of Aunty Flo. How does she always know the most inopportune time to show face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine was telling me how she cut her ex off, when he tried to be buddies and vent about his life and I got to thinking why guys do that? why do guys always try to be friends after they hurt you and not hi-bye friendship. Like the type of friendship where your first name might as well be "Dear Diary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Married to Rock and I wondered if former brides ever feel pangs of envy when they go to weddings like man i wish i could have that moment again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this website where you can send emails to your future self and I took advantage of it and wrote one to myself 6 months into the future. Twas kinda spooky wondering where I will be in 6 months and if I would even be alive - &lt;a href="http://futureme.org/"&gt;http://futureme.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear folks, that's it! A mouthful abi? lol, well enjoy and feel free to drop feedback. I will try to drop some lines when I get to naija but just in case I am wishing you all a merry christmas to you and yours and thanking you for always being with me blogsville style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. I have no clue what she is saying but it sounds sexy. There is an english version with Pitbull but I like this spanish version because the dude's voice is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira ft El Cata - Rabiosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1usphRP2OyA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1usphRP2OyA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1651264240581950424?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1651264240581950424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1651264240581950424' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1651264240581950424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1651264240581950424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-wednesday.html' title='Random Wednesday'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5552096479354638302</id><published>2010-12-11T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T10:51:13.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Single Girl</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with my mom. Based on my title, I am sure you know where I am headed with this. She asked me who I was talking to these days and I said noone. Then I asked her why there is all this emphasis on marriage, when in most cases chances are you have the rest of your life to be married and few years to maximize your alone time. I told her how my cousin said I should enjoy the time I have alone. My mom now launched into a it's a lie, they are happy with their spouses why shouldn't you be too?sigh. Anyways, she said her bottom line is that she feels the longer I wait the slimmer the pickings and she doesn't want that for me blah blah blah. I don't know why we have this conversation over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to claim that I am a strong, superwoman immune to her mom's words but I got off the phone, saw a lovey dovey bb status update from one of my friends and I started thinking. My friend had expressed the other day, how she feels that ever since she got engaged there has been a change from her single friends and I told her that it's inevitable when that happens because headspace is different. My mom told me that also, she says you won't listen to me but just watch when all your friends get married. I am beginning to see the change in dynamics which is natural anyways and I wonder if I am ready for it. I am not quite sure if it's a couples world because I am single or if it really is a couple's world. I don't go out much but the few times I do, it seems like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it clear that this is not a woe is me post, this is just usually how I feel after I talk to my mom. I do want to be married someday, I am definitely not anti-marriage. Granted, I have no fairytales about it but like I told my mom, I can't do anything about it and I just wish I wouldn't be treated like a leper sometimes just because I'm not married or popped out a kid. I think I don't feel so bad because I still yarn with my friends but most of them are in serious relationships which (by God's grace) will be successful, it kinda makes me sad to think that some day it won't be the way it is now. Here's where you will say "but you too you will be married abi?" but nah my brain doesn't operate that way lol. Ok I am done rambling, as usual I couldn't get out all the things I really wanted to say, so as usual make the most sense you can out of what I wrote. Have a wonderful weekend guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS for anyone wondering, I am 28. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5552096479354638302?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5552096479354638302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5552096479354638302' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5552096479354638302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5552096479354638302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-single-girl.html' title='Being a Single Girl'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4491515713400871564</id><published>2010-11-28T15:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:12:24.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on MI2</title><content type='html'>Okay, by now everyone knows I am an M.I groupie so maybe I am biased ( I highly doubt). I am not a music critic or a music connoisseur. I just happen to like music and have an opinion and that is exactly what this is. Since this album dropped it has been divided into two - Those that like it and Those that don't, which is expected, regardless of what he brought out, it would have been the same thing. It seems that for those that don't the main complaint is that, it doesn't compare to Talk about it or Illegal Music. Should an album be judged as a stand alone or in comparison to previous work? I have no clue, I leave that to the experts. I have to say that I don't take my music seriously. When I say that I mean that, I will give everything a chance. I won't dismiss a song because Miley Cyrus sang it so it is automatically crap. I don't care if you write your songs, I don't care if you play instruments,I don't have to relate to the subject matter for it to be a good or bad song - shoo if that was the case that would eliminate every love song- I don't think "conscious artists" are automatically better because their songs are serious. I try to judge each song individually on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict on this album is that, this is a solid album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you meet someone, you make a first impression which might be wrong. You get to know the person and then you understand them a bit more. That's how I would describe this album. At first listen, I called it commercial but listening some more, I wouldn't call it that. There really are no club bangers on this album besides Action Film and maybe No one curse. I listened to this album, a couple more times and I decided MI went playful with this album. Not playful as in not taking it seriously but not just as serious/uptight as his first album. It's the reason why a serious message was put in "My Head My Belle" or why "Beef" didn't have as angry a tone as a beef record should have. I also called the album Drake-ish, because it had elements of Drake's punch line (Man I clean up ya mouth, toothpick or When I'm living by the bay, Takwa) but I remember I said that the world is too old not to have similarities and almost every rapper raps like that now, but I revert back to his old albums and MI has always been a master at wordplay. He has clever lines on this album that bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pros: I like the whole vibe of the album. I like the variety of rap styles he shows us. Listen to Number One, Slow Down and No One Curse back to back and see how different each style was. I like the family vibe, how he incorporates his choc city boys on (OMG, Brymo better not fall my hand on his album, the man's voice is ridunculous). Wild Wild West he sends a shout out to his homeland, Represent sends a shout out from the choc family and Unstoppable shows us how he met each of his fellow Choc brothers. I like how he had a balance of no name guest artists and famous guest artists he introduced me to Naija's john legend aka Praise who absolutely killed Epic. I heard about Waje, who I had never heard about before on One Naira. I liked the beats on every single song, even the songs overall that I thought weren't so good. I like that we have 18 songs on an album, I hate when artists have like 9 0r 10 songs and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cons: Ok, so everyone don complain tire about the skits. I now skip the skits because I am listening to the album over and over but in the beginning I won't lie I chuckled at the skits. I am probably in the minority that sees what his whole idea was. You know...MI2, the movie..to be fair each skit connected to the next song and made sense, at least to me, it was reminiscent of Kanye's College Dropout. He saved naija hip hop or rather brought it to the limelight, had a great year but still went through times of naysayers etc. Now one skit that should be removed and not to be heard of again is the skit after One Naira. Geez Louise, that skit was awful and annoying all at once plus I think the person who voiced Jesse inhaled helium or something. There was one too many, I am the greatest on this album. I have no problem tooting your own horn, heck his job is not easy and everyday I see people tooting their own horns in life and in social media but I hate when things are done in excess (like Nicki Minaj's british accent)but you know if he spoke about money, girls, cars or sex in excess, i'd still complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am blabbing so I will just summarize my thoughts on each song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action Film - I think this is my favorite song on the album. Brymo's voice, the beat and the overall fun nature of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down - I like. Very chill, very mellow. Very grindable song. Did anyone else hear snippets of Oleku in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One - So, I am igbo and I usually don't like igbo songs. I didn't like this song at first but now I love it. I like how he tries to rhyme everything ending with an ah!. The highlife/hiphop fusion is kinda nice, don't think I have heard that from naija before. Can I mention, I like the way the beat changes when he says "they should switch to Makossa". I do wonder if any non igbo person would like this song. I have a friend who doesn't care for songs in Yoruba because she doesn't understand what they are saying. Sha this songs makes me wants to shake my waist, igbo style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody - Like I said, I like every single beat on this album, but this song overall just failed like a deflated balloon. I can't tell you what's wrong with this song but something just didn't connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody - I think I am the only one who didn't hear this song earlier. I will say I am not a fan(indifferent)of Tuface but there's a reason why he is still standing compared to those who started with him -*stylplus *cough*. I feel like he held his own on this song. The song itself was a sincere song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef - lol. biko who can tell me MI and Kelly Handsome's beef? I thought it was with Mo' Hits. I like the chorus and how it incorporated beef(kpomo you no chop, fish e no chop, goat e no chop, e say e want beef), he gave iceberg one line and everyone heard the Kelechukwu line. I laughed at "Why you mad at my flow, you be tampon?". The chorus did sound like a Don Jazzy chorus though.Oh and there's this beat that comes in at the beginning and at the end, i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Wild West - not one of my favs. Actually I skip it. I am not from Jos sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Head, My Belle - So, I confess I don't like naija songs that are about naija problems and how we can fix it. Not one of my faves but I like the playfulness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Naira - Men everywhere are dying for this song, apparently we females are golddiggers. Anyways, nice song, nice voice. I'm just bothered by the part where she says "Mu na gi ga nwu garri", it sounds like she is pronouncing nwu wrong. But that's just my OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craze - I like am, not in top faves but I like am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undisputed - Jargo had to have produced this because it sounded like one of his songs. I like am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic - I still haven't met anyone that doesn't like this song. I'm fucking Epic yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect me - Awesome song. This could be the soundtrack of my relationship with God. Give or take a lot of lyrics lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Represent - I especially like the intro, where they told the girl to wake up because "film don finish", then my voice crush- Brymo comes on. I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable - The piano intro to this song gets me everytime. I loves it. Introspective song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You - Soooo, I heard this song earlier in the year and STILL it hasn't grown on me. It's a beautiful song don't get me wrong, it just does nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Wants to Die - Shet! this song go hard! This was one of the earlier released singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One Curse - I hear this song and my head moves in repetitive fast motions all through. I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall. I like the album, it was different from the first two but MI didn't lose his essence. Let me know what y'all think. Do you like or hate the album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4491515713400871564?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4491515713400871564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4491515713400871564' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4491515713400871564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4491515713400871564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-take-on-mi2.html' title='My take on MI2'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4982420304798396524</id><published>2010-11-27T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:47:34.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Na so crase dey start</title><content type='html'>Hallo gang, hope everyone had a lovely thanksgiving. I am a bit bored so as usual I came here to gab. I think I am having small crase from being in my house this long and not having human interaction. I have literally been in my house all holiday watching tv and playing on the internet. Tonight, it feels like everyone is doing something and I feel like doing something too. My friend bb'd me to say he is worried about me (told him to join the line)and he doesn't want me to lose my spark. Anyways, I don't really have many if any at all friends in my city, because they all moved and the ones here are married and don't go out much. Another friend of mine says, I need to meet new people so I need your suggestions, how does one go out there and meet new people? Thanks in advance. Have a great remainder of the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I will be back with my take on MI2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4982420304798396524?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4982420304798396524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4982420304798396524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4982420304798396524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4982420304798396524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/na-so-crase-dey-start.html' title='Na so crase dey start'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8921419453147537548</id><published>2010-11-23T20:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:04:04.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit of This and That</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, couldn't really think of anything to blog about so I thought I'd share bits and pieces of my mind and pieces of what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted. I know I say this all the time but I truly am. I truly can't wait for a real vacay.I am not getting enough sleep either which isn't helping. To show how tired I am, I got back home today to see I left my iron on all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was special, I woke up at like 5am and couldn't sleep. I have showered for 28 years but today somehow, a glob of facewash entered my eye and man did it burn! till now sef it's a bit sore. Eventually made it to work, with my red eye and I planned on being good, no instant message or internet time wasting just straight work. I get to work and realize I left my work laptop at home. Yep! I drive back home to get it, I refuse to be dejected. I sit down, get my coffee, ready to work with Kanye's new album in my ear, I press play and silence. My headphones give way. I shrug and log on to Pandora, well 5 minutes later nothing plays. I ended up with Yahoo music that stopped playing after every 3 songs. Oh well, I got work done sha. ( lol my shower curtain just fell for no reason at all after being stable for 8 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarning with my cousin today as usual at how some men flip in 5 seconds, how people in our generation are separating like water. She says how her aunty told her that as long as your husband doesn't beat you be thankful and find a man who loves you more than you do (I've never really understood this saying sha). Why do we never tire of this conversation? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother told me the other day that she prays for me more than she does my brother. That bothered me and I asked her why and shouldn't it be equal. But she said, I shouldn't get her wrong, she prays for both of us all the time but she has more prayer points for me. She says we all have different paths and some have more thrown at them, she says things seem to fall in place easier for my brother, so the extra prayers are to help me handle the way I react to situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother so much. Today I randomly texted her that I loved her and she promptly replied with I love you too, are you okay? stay strong. She gets me and I love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school work has suffered something terrible this semester, I am actually quite scared. I really, really want to graduate next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't do things expecting others to do the same for you. You should do things from the goodness of your heart because expectations are a motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time next year, where will I be? *sings sound of music song* What will my future beeeee, I wonderrrrrr? ( Who wants to get me sound of music dvd for my christmas? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when something that should be fun, stops being fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my naija shopping (for mom and bro) and I am amazed at how I don't think twice to drop the amount of money I have for them but to buy myself something that I actually need, I will rethink and talk myself out of it. Issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of 6 love stories and somehow I am in them. 3 I was a catalyst, 3 I was literally there when it began. I always remember this line from a Jlo movie, I think it was wedding planner - Those who can't do teach, those who can't wed plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a lovely thanksgiving. Remember to be thankful, no matter how little the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song by lirru mr kingston and ms barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting Go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6giXgG6qQzo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6giXgG6qQzo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8921419453147537548?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8921419453147537548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8921419453147537548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8921419453147537548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8921419453147537548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='Little Bit of This and That'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8487110493380199934</id><published>2010-11-18T19:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:04:20.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep?&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a spark in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go, oh&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave 'em falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to let it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 - Katy Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8487110493380199934?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8487110493380199934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8487110493380199934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8487110493380199934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8487110493380199934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6162154077892494608</id><published>2010-11-15T18:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:41:48.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Saved Myself $422 In One Day</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, how is everyone doing? Hope everyone had a better start in the week than I did. So back to my blog title. It was just a few days ago that the best friend and I were talking about how I don't trust automated payment options because I just don't trust this country. See, I have always said this country is just like naija in terms of 419 except here it's legalized 419 in a comfortable environment. I am cheap or maybe I no get money like that so I always scour through my bills because many a time I have found mysterious fees that I don't know about and when I call they don't know where its from either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today, I went to pay my tmobile bill that last I checked was $98. Well this time I went back and saw a whopping $200+ waiting for me. I started reading through the bill and saw a mysterious charge aka MC. I saw handset purchase. I stared at the phone I have had for like 2 years and wondered what was going on. I dial 611. After answering their stupid questions because they are always sure that the fault is yours, we find out that the same stupid tmobile store that "mistakenly" wiped out all the contacts on my sim card, charged me $50 twice for a loaner phone. Granted they gave me a phone which I had for a day and returned, they only charge you if you don;t return it in 2 weeks. The guy said the lady in the shop was "shocked" that I was charged twice. sigh that was $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking through my credit card that I specifically use only for work charges and I see a $116 charge for a hotel that I did not stay in. Infact, the hotel I actually stayed in was charged and had the same date. I call the hotel, they say they have no clue and cannot trace it. I call my credit card and they say they can't trace it but they can give me a credit while they sort it out and see where it came from. sigh that was $116&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking further, I see another $206 charge for a different hotel I stayed in. This was not in my receipt that I got. I called the hotel like 10 times and kept getting voicemail. I finally get someone and they say I was charged for a coworker who never gave a credit card and he never came to the desk to check out *blank stare* I was there when he checked out!!. I called my coworker, he said he got a receipt and was charged so what are they talking about? He sha called and got it straightened out. sigh that was $206.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea sha today all together I saved myself $422. I know myself, if I had automated payment, I wouldn't take my time to go through the bill just as long as my payment was made. Oh yea, like a month and some ago I went to the dentist and got a routine clean. I am walking out saying bye and the receptionist says I have to pay $58. I say err, isn't that covered with insurance. She says no, based on past blah blah that's what I have to pay. I pay it. Some time passes and my insurance sends me a statement, of course I scour through and see that my portion was just $2. These fools never said a word to me. I called and they were saying it takes 30 days which is bs because I get a statement from my insurance when they have paid them. This was september oh, I didn't get my refund check till last week thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make all this up if I tried lol but na wa sha, this isn't helping my trust issues at all. I know I will be a bill nitpicker as long as I am here. As long as I am in this country, na me and them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6162154077892494608?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6162154077892494608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6162154077892494608' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6162154077892494608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6162154077892494608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-i-saved-myself-422-in-one-day.html' title='How I Saved Myself $422 In One Day'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4012314174277836432</id><published>2010-11-09T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:32:25.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things you should know by now</title><content type='html'>Culled from howtogetagrip.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What’s important today won’t matter tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so you got a problem. Sleep on it, sunshine. Put it off. Most problems can be safely ignored. You’ll be amazed how often they sort themselves out.And the gravity of any given problem is inversely proportional to the hour of the day. At three in the morning,  you’ve got an insurmountable issue. After four whisky and cokes at nine in the evening, you haven’t even got an inkling of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everybody else is furiously improvising, so you can too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me an expert and I’ll show you a charlatan. FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT, amigo. 21 year old lifestyle design guru? Hell yeah! Fat, unemployed life-coach? Why not? Homeopathy professional? Whatever, bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nobody thinks about you as much as you think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. They don’t. For example, I’m not thinking about you now. But I bet you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It’s OK to piss people off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you’re pissing everybody off, all the time, it’s time to stop being a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aspiration is for suckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(arf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nobody tells all the truth, all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lower your expectations of people. When put in a spot, people fib. We men lie about our alcohol consumption all the time.When we’re young and say we had six beers, we probably only had three. Nowadays, if we say we only had three beers, you can be sure it was closer to six.It doesn’t mean we don’t love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life doesn’t get better – only your perception of life improves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little man with a lame left leg. He lived on the outskirts of town in a tumble-down house. He had a hole in his roof, and water would come in day and night. His lame left leg meant he couldn’t go out to work, so he survived on the charity of others, who would give him scraps of food. Sometimes he would go for two days and nights with nothing to eat.  One day, the town council decided to fix his roof. The little man with the lame left leg became the happiest person you have ever seen. He was so grateful to be dry that he would smile and sing for the passersby all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a healthy, beautiful woman who lived in a huge house with six servants and manicured lawns. But alas, she was permanently angry, because Jeannine, that bitch, had told her that her handbag was so last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your family comes first, but not to the detriment of everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to go out with the girls? Tell your husband to make his own dinner. And gents, you don’t need permission for that once-a-year trip to Vegas, you just need to communicate it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You’re wrong as often as you’re right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t dwell on either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Men should never wear wigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these were hilarious. Have a lovely week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4012314174277836432?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4012314174277836432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4012314174277836432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4012314174277836432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4012314174277836432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-things-you-should-know-by-now.html' title='10 things you should know by now'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1890358093191447615</id><published>2010-11-05T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:29:38.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey peoples! I know, I know 2 weeks in a row. I happened to just have random thoughts piled up that's why. This week was a hella busy week for me, 3 cities in one week. I'm so dazed and ready for the weekend, even though I will be headed out of town tomorrow for a wedding. I had a fright this week when my phone gave out and Tmobile said there was nothing they could do, thank God for cellular repair shops, they temporarily fixed it and its still not fully fixed but I go manage till the 17th. I am currently chilling in my room with Original Mgbeks watching Real Housewives of Atlanta and Beverly Hills (trynna get the girl some reality tv shows in her life lol). Anyways, hope everyone has been cool. Can you believe its November??!! I am like shocked and happy at the same time because it means December is round the corner, yay!. Ok, not much to say let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a special shout out to Shade Nonconformist for her comments on my last random post. I love reading lengthy, detailed comments and the babe just wrote a thesis. Thank you so much for it and for taking the time. I enjoyed reading! and lol@ your moist muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people will choose unhappiness over uncertainty - Tim Ferris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that there is a bias against skinny people when their weight complaint is about trying to gain weight. Most people pish posh them and say that's not a problem (raises hand). It's kinda unfair to them sha, they have a right to complain if they want to. That being said, I will still say it's not a problem :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the HBO movie Temple Grandin about an autistic woman back in the day. There was a scene where her mom took her to the doctor and just found out she was autistic and she was in shock. She kept asking if there was nothing that could be done and the doctor took it like she didn't understand and told her "maybe she'd like to bring her husband in". In that moment I realized we have come a long way as women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how it's been almost a year since I left Facebook and people don't realize. They think I just defriended them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes some drivers are so aggressive. Sometimes when a car overtakes me I'm like "what are you feeling like, your car is not even in production anymore" (this happened when a pontiac overtook me). It's kinda in the same vein as how some people in naija shouldn't have drivers in some certain kinds of cars :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy Williams is scary looking. Her face and body shape.Spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOmetimes some ads, you know the song or the music but you realize you have no idea what the ad is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel about TI. I am all for making mistakes and forgiveness but I hate to see people abuse it. I like the man and all but it's like come on, how many chances do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone kiss Precious? Well, I mean Gabourey Sidibe. Like if there is a script that calls for kissing her, would the male actor bail? (I'm sorry but it was a random thought :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a wedding budget. Another of my friends has one in March and I already have a wedding in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best relationship is one in which both partners love each other the way they both want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who didn't know what NaNoWriMo was? I had to google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this kik messenger?? Like don't we have enough technology overload already? My friend suggested it to me and I almost vexed sef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids with cancer has to be one of the saddest things ever. I watched a St Jude's fundraising video where they chronicled some kids and it sucked to see the ones that passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I have learned in life is that when tough situations arise, the most important thing is how you react to the situation. Sometimes the situation might not even be that dire, but when we huff and puff and make such an ado about nothing it brings out the ugly side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your destination is ultimately determined by your direction and not merely your intentions" - When a journey begins, you know your destination but if you take the wrong turns, you may end up somewhere else. Therefore, you must guard and remain conscious of your intentions and dreams, the path and all surrounding influences for YOU are the driver in your life. (got this from a friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all young kids suffering from cancer. For strength for them and their parents emotionally and financially AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely weekend guys. Feel free to leave as many comments as you'd like! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song I absolutely love.enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars - Grenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mVdSGu-aVs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mVdSGu-aVs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1890358093191447615?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1890358093191447615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1890358093191447615' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1890358093191447615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1890358093191447615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-3131918526412401442</id><published>2010-10-28T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:23:04.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, yea it is not a fluke, it is indeed friday randoms up. Well, technically it is thursday but I have to be up tomorrow at an ungodly hour to travel for work so I figured I will put this up. Today was not a good day, I was already ho hum and this co worker that seems to be my lesson to learn just seriously got to me all day, right to the very end. I just came home, shut my phone off and logged off instant messenger. My brother says there are bigger idiots in the world and I should find a way to deal with him and I will. I decided to watch Oprah's episode on the sound of music reunion and all the songs made me so nostalgic but I feel better and I will soon go to bed and by God's grace tomorrow will be a better day. I sha had a few randoms and figured who better to share with than my blogs people. Hope you all had a better week and I hope I haven't lost my touch but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend who sometimes complains about her weight to me as per she is gaining weight but she is a skinny babe and like I tell her complaining about now being a size 6 is not a problem( You know who you is! lol). Women generally complain about their weight sha so that's normal, but it had me thinking if women ever complain to those smaller than them or just those bigger than them. What say ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys use that "I was busy" line? Is that what they teach them in asshole school? The line irks me even more because it sounds like the girl has no life and she herself doesn't have anything to do. No fool, you make time for what you want, no matter how busy you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people were honest (to themselves and each other) relationships would be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my girl told me a story the other day: She got home after work and school, to meet her boyfriend watching football. She enters the kitchen to cook and is suddenly filled with annoyance and irritation. Her boo is still in high spirits even yelling TOuchdown! He must have noticed and tells her not to bother herself, that he will order since she is tired. SHe tells me this and I am wondering what the problem is? SHe says you are missing the point, the point is: This is what my life will be like, I am annoyed and irritated and his mood is all content. If we get married and add kids to the mix, I have to come home and cater to a man and children and I am annoyed that this is it. On the flip side, he is probably thinking that this is the life, I can get used to this being catered to, watching football, life is good. I probably didn't narrate it well but peoples I cracked up really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been seeing like a HUGE flock of black birds just flying together and staying together and I have to say it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cell phone usage and driving is against the law. Does that apply to smoking and driving too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just spell olodo like it is? I'm probably just old but I don't get the "olowdow" spelling, it irks the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately people have been guessing that I am like 21 or 22. Emm, I guess I am flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should make a resolution to explore recipes after I graduate from school. Lucid I still have the ones you sent me handy, just haven't had time to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me express some contributions to my "depression". I went to get sized for a bridesmaids dress, they measure your bust, waist and hips to get your size. Per my bust, I am a size 6.Per my waist, I am a size 10. Per my hips, I am a size 16. Yes, 1 and 6. She now put ? by my size because she couldn't figure it out. Doesn't that sound freakish? I wasn't happy at all sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend the other day said that she was "anti fine girls" lol, as per the chics that are so gorgeous and all. Me I thought about it and said I am "anti people in love". Lol, that's hilarious seeing as 3/4, if not more of my friends are in love. I'm just a hater tho and its all jokes o, before i get crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't own an ipod like the rest of the world, so when I want to say something I get stuck because I am like do I say "My zune is on point" or "My mp3 player" or do i just say "my ipod" and hope noone notices and I am just saying it to make the story go easier. I love my zune sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, moist is just a dirty word. So when I hear oh that cake is so moist, it takes me a moment to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to say fine when asked how i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone caught that Tyler Perry interview on Oprah, it was deep. There were so many relateable things and lessons that he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder about the accents of people like Kelsey Grammar or Christopher Plummer who sound british but are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, watching the SOund of Music reunion, is it weird that my first thought was, "wow, 45 years later and everyone of them is still alive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For everyone looking for that peace in their heart and looking for guidance and happiness while just being the best person that they can, that God provides the guidance and wisdom that is needed. AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS So yes indeed, I went ahead and went down a 15 story building as mentioned. I am not going to lie and say I was brave. I climbed the ledge with half my feet out and grabbed the hand of the cop (we had the SWAT team below and above), he was cute sha then they told me to lean back in a 45 degree angle. I heard the cars whizzing by on the freeway and I almost cried, I told him I couldn't then all of a sudden i just went down and it was fine till half way through when I couldn't feel my legs on the wall anymore, at this point I was screaming "Save me! Help me!" but emm noone could hear me, so i flailed down and long and short, I got down to the bottom into the arms of 2 very muscled SWAT team members. I volunteered to be the first to go down and I am proud I did it, it's part of facing my fears becos I am terrified of heights. I shook for a good 20 mins after. I don't think I will ever do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below is a video to give you an idea. It is not me in the video, but that is basically what I did.I haven't gotten my pics or video yet, just wanted you guys to get a taste. Have a blessed weekend and if you can please keep me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jvOoGE6A8E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jvOoGE6A8E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-3131918526412401442?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/3131918526412401442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=3131918526412401442' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3131918526412401442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/3131918526412401442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-1809779744056276671</id><published>2010-10-26T00:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:07:56.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Just popped in to wish my little baby, Blogger Neefemi, a wonderful wonderful birthday. Hope you have a wonderful day. Wishing you a lifetime full of music, since music is your opium lol. Stay blessed and enjoy your day! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its also Myne's birthday, so happy birthday to the most efficient commenter ever. Hope you and the hubby do something fun.HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-1809779744056276671?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/1809779744056276671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=1809779744056276671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1809779744056276671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/1809779744056276671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4549671745392224886</id><published>2010-10-24T15:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:28:50.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, it's sunday and a beautiful sunny day here in Texas, yay! If you know me, you will know I hate the cold more than anything. So I am really enjoying this extended summer so to speak. I told my coworker that won't it be awesome if Winter just skipped Texas this time, she told me to snap out of it, it's coming :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, based on my last post I really felt the need to come on here and say Thank You so much to everyone who commented and left encouraging words for me. At first, I was going to apologize for having a "woe is me" moment but I thought about it and I don't think I should have to make apologies for how I feel/felt at the time. Like my blog profile says: I think, I feel, I write :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digressed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially want to thank my friends who constantly checked up on me and laid me some serious advice and perspective. Even though you guys think you were preaching and I wasn't listening, I was. I was also blown away by how people perceive you even when you don't see yourself that way, thank you guys for giving me perspective and having friends like you alone should be enough to brighten my day when I am feeling down. You guys know yourself and if you are not sure you can ask lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a takeaway I received today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The deepest secret is that life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation. You are not discovering yourself but creating yourself anew, daily. Seek, therefore, not to find out who you are, seek to determine who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What you guys think?You agree or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I will be doing&lt;a href="http://www.overtheedgeusa.com/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;, via work this week for the Special Olympics. I think I have lost my damn mind. Chances are I will probably back out but I hope I go ahead with it because I think it'll be an experience. ( Why am I thinking of Lucid Lillith again?lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.http://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4549671745392224886?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4549671745392224886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4549671745392224886' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4549671745392224886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4549671745392224886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-9178559685225655484</id><published>2010-10-17T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:26:24.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of a title. I don't even know what to blog about but I just felt the need to blog. This week wasn't the best of weeks for me, I just felt like there was a whole lot going on. I had many moments of just wanting to scream and being thrown on some island just so I can F5 myself. By the way, wouldn't it be awesome if we could just hit a button and just refresh our lives? Ok maybe not, because I know my own button will be broken by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is taynement and I am a comparer. It's not like I don't know any better because I do and I will be the first to give advice to people not to compare, but I have a chronic disease of constantly comparing myself to others and what makes it worse is I always see myself on the worse side of it all. I don't know why I always feel the other person is smarter, richer, skinnier (this one is true sha lol), prettier, *insert whatever else*. Like, I am smarter than this right? (or maybe not). I know all that glitters isn't gold and I know it is not a healthy thing to do but I can't help myself even when I see it sinks me deeper into a hole. My last bout of comparison, has me in a funk because I got to see and hear about two people who found their talent and started their own business and seem to be doing well and I am just like what do I have to offer? Why can't I start my own business? I can't even think of what I could do. It's not even like I am earning the big bucks my mates are earning. I am about to get my MBA and I am still waiting and wondering to see what that even means, having an MBA. And then this feeling of not being good enough, is making me eat away myself into oblivion. Blah! I really should stop. Anyways, hopefully I am just PMSing and I am talking out my ass. Just got done with two exams this week, one step closer to graduation. Hope you guys have a wonderful week ahead. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-9178559685225655484?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/9178559685225655484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=9178559685225655484' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/9178559685225655484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/9178559685225655484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8954179031427843962</id><published>2010-10-07T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:46:18.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up!</title><content type='html'>Yea sometimes that's what I want to scream to everyone. Sometimes you just don't want to hear the solicited and unsolicited advise. Everyone thinks or fakes that they have it all figured out even when it's not the case and then try to project it on you, which is not good for an overthinker like myself. I just want to be carefree and let be, tune everyone out and listen very well so I can hear what I am saying or what I feel. I might not even be making sense. I just had a moment and for a fleeting second wished everyone would shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend blogfam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8954179031427843962?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8954179031427843962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8954179031427843962' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8954179031427843962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8954179031427843962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/10/shut-up.html' title='Shut up!'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4215612565233535382</id><published>2010-10-04T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:08:31.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Prayer</title><content type='html'>I was already getting ready for bed but a friend just said a prayer for me that really resonated and touched me so I had to share. Sometimes we forget that a prayer doesn't have to be long and tedious and just the right simple words are sufficient to convey your heart's desires:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I pray that you have peace of mind, serenity and rest. &lt;br /&gt;Realizing that as a child of God you are cared for and provided for. &lt;br /&gt;That you find the ability to let your soul just be, and know that only wonderful things and abundance of love, life, prosperity and happiness surrounds u. &lt;br /&gt;There is indeed nothing to stress over, all is taken care of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it might not be a big deal to you guys but it is to me. I pray this also for everyone out there. Thank you again, you know who you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4215612565233535382?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4215612565233535382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4215612565233535382' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4215612565233535382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4215612565233535382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-prayer.html' title='A Simple Prayer'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-562188996865257785</id><published>2010-09-30T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:36:08.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSaBm251htAwqWcml_saukG79R-NTrk9i70nXTsqcfea1dNb2s&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__ZY6CB_8AjsDzxQnazEXtYPgkHWE="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 161px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSaBm251htAwqWcml_saukG79R-NTrk9i70nXTsqcfea1dNb2s&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__ZY6CB_8AjsDzxQnazEXtYPgkHWE=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday! Happy New Month! Happy Independence Day! Happy Fourth Quarter!Happy Anniversary to Friday Randoms! As you can see, it's a whole bunch of happy wishes. Man, wasn't I just saying it was September the other day? and just like that it's over.We in the last 3 months of the year yo! Anyways, it has been a year since without rhyme or reason I decided to have a random friday and it lasted a whole year mostly thanks to you ever so kind people who faithfully read every friday and left encouraging comments. Like I have been hinting, today will also mark the end of Friday Randoms as a regular feature on my blog. I truly want to thank you all oh so much for reading and hope you still stop by my blog. I hope to still have friday randoms when i have some but once again, thank you and let's random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there no female singer with hot albums in naija? When I think of the females, I think of Asa but she is not even based in naija and the others na just singles every now and then. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with people and their proclamation of haters? How do you identify then and most importantly how does one acquire them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate braggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am flabbergasted by this season's Bad Girls Club. I know I have mentioned them before but that's how shocked I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that next year I might forgo my kinda usual christmas trips to naija and enjoy my vacation time. I should use it to visit other parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you can plan your life all you want and life just has a way of having its own plans.That being said how do you differentiate from being hardworking and accepting life just as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Osbourne woke up one day and became a hottie. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways to seek attention besides the most obvious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never bought perfume for myself. The perfume I am currently using was bought for me as a gift in 2007.It would be understandable if I hated perfume but I actually like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I got in my email: Choosing a life partner should never be based on love.Though this may sound "not politically correct", there's a profound truth here. Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come. Let me say it again: "You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone". You need a lot more! -Dov Heller, M.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know much but I do believe love is not enough alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complement the above: &lt;a href="http://goldinwords.com/2010/09/28/a-groom%E2%80%99s-biggest-mistake-will-you-commit-it-too/"&gt;http://goldinwords.com/2010/09/28/a-groom%E2%80%99s-biggest-mistake-will-you-commit-it-too/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I read in blogsville : It’s sad that we spend decades learning and preparing for a career we’ll retire from by 60, and invest little time in preparing for a commitment meant to last a life-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have never used those flushable toilet seat thingies, I usually just squat over lol. Are those things supposed to be flushable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it's not a good look at work when everytime someone passes by they see you typing away on your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to have a beautiful spirit. A beautiful spirit where everyone could be so mean and so angry but this person just stands out and takes it without seeming like a mumu. ( this was inspired by michael c. from project runway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i am losing it. I just saw the preview for jackass 3d and i was laughing. eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all those that have endured a miscarriage and are scared to try again. For the courage to heal their pain and try again with success. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks, that is all I have for you :). Didn't go out in a bang like I would have liked but it's something. Have a wonderful weekend and catch ya around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is a throwback. Wonder why she hasn't released anything recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - Happy Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8QYxmpuyxg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8QYxmpuyxg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-562188996865257785?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/562188996865257785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=562188996865257785' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/562188996865257785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/562188996865257785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-randoms_30.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5537385137294020662</id><published>2010-09-27T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:01:05.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to love him</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, hope you had a wonderful weekend. We thank God for bringing us through the weekend to enjoy another week. Sometimes it's nice when a song just captivates what you are thinking, which is why every now and then i post lyrics. I love lyrics. I love googling lyrics. I love reading lyrics, reveling in them and then silently bowing to the people who wrote the lyrics. Anyways this was the inspiration for my &lt;a href="http://intern-unpaid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mm-case-of-ex-by-miss-taynement.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on neefemi's blog and of course I forgot the song, so i thought i'd share. before I do, i truly admire and thank you guys that bare your souls with us on blogsville, its not an easy something. I thought I would be brave enough to share something with you guys and even had it all written out in my head but yea i have chickened out, so...umm yeah that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As I look at what I've done&lt;br /&gt;The type of life that I've lived&lt;br /&gt;How many things I pray the father will forgive&lt;br /&gt;One situation involved a young man&lt;br /&gt;He was the ocean and I was the sand&lt;br /&gt;He stole my heart like a thief in the night&lt;br /&gt;Dulled my senses blurred my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love him but now I don't&lt;br /&gt;I used to love him but now I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose a road of passion and pain&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed too much and waited in vain&lt;br /&gt;Gave up my power ceased being queen&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn and confused wasted and used&lt;br /&gt;Reached the crossroad which path would I choose&lt;br /&gt;Stuck and frustrated I waited, debated&lt;br /&gt;For something to happen that just wasn't fated&lt;br /&gt;Thought what I wanted was something I needed&lt;br /&gt;When momma said no I just should have heeded&lt;br /&gt;Misled I bled till the poison was gone&lt;br /&gt;And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father you saved me and showed me that life&lt;br /&gt;Was much more than being some foolish man's wife&lt;br /&gt;Showed me that love was respect and devotion&lt;br /&gt;Greater than planets deeper than any oceans&lt;br /&gt;My soul was weary but now it's replenished&lt;br /&gt;Content because that part of my life is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him sometimes and the look in his eye&lt;br /&gt;Is one of a man who's lost treasures untold&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is gold I took back my soul&lt;br /&gt;And totally let my creator control&lt;br /&gt;The life which was his to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love him but now I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5537385137294020662?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5537385137294020662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5537385137294020662' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5537385137294020662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5537385137294020662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-used-to-love-him.html' title='I used to love him'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2983796339812395916</id><published>2010-09-24T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:39:57.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Another week don end oh. Another week that brings us closer to December. Yippee!! I had an okay week and I won't lie I did not give 100% at work this week, that will be corrected next week I promise. I've been feeling so lethargic lately and I know it's because I haven't worked out in a while. I am actually looking for boxing classes in my area. I want to take serious boxing and kickboxing  classes and slowly incorporate martial arts. The funny part is that I eat better when I work out and when I don't it's a free for all. Oh, like I said next week marks the anniversary of Friday randoms and it will be the last for a little while, please as usual if you'd like to be a part of it feel free to send your randoms to taynement@gmail.com and I will put it up in addition to the randoms I have. Let's random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me this week that I should try using my heart instead of my head when it comes to guys since my head hasn't gotten me anywhere.lol see my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I ran across this blogpost, please take the time out to read it if you can -  &lt;a href="http://etoileoye.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-ventured-nothing-gained.html"&gt;http://etoileoye.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-ventured-nothing-gained.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all said and done, I think I might be lactose intolerant. Ok maybe not really because I eat yogurt or icecream and I am fine but I had a bowl of cereal the other day and my stomach was just rumbling the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stomachs, there is nothing worse than you farting in your own space eg an elevator or your office and someone suddenly just walking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so much easier to give advise than follow it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know the difference between your instinct and your fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was on the Bravo show "Thintervention". Jackie gives those people some cool workout moves. I also learned that you need to burn 3500 calories a week to lose 1lb. Jesu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, there's a number of bb contacts that I'd ideally like to have, so when I get a new invite from someone I can't decline eg family member, I am like uugh. I don't hesitate to decline others otherwise sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am black, it's okay when I say the neighborhood is ghetto or hood. When I hear other races say it, I am a tad bit offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the asses in the world, why does the saying go I don't give a rat's ass. Why is it a rat's ass that was chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seal said a good relationship is about love and respect but also has a lot to do with timing #truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all those looking for their path or calling in life. For the wisdom of God to direct them the right way and the patience to wait for the direction  AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, yep that's all I have for you this week. Tomorrow I head to Kentucky and I promise next month I will sit my behind down because I don tire to dey travel every weekend. Have a fabulous weekend and stay blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Lack of comments on my guest feature hurt my feelings..waaah. So check it out i you can &lt;a href="http://intern-unpaid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mm-case-of-ex-by-miss-taynement.html"&gt;http://intern-unpaid.blogspot.com/2010/09/mm-case-of-ex-by-miss-taynement.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's song is an interlude on Trey Songz mixtape and is really really short but I really like the melody of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey Songz - Ready to make luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUeHay_9ipg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUeHay_9ipg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2983796339812395916?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2983796339812395916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2983796339812395916' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2983796339812395916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2983796339812395916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-randoms_24.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-5826020707382009732</id><published>2010-09-19T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:52:17.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The List - All 100 of it</title><content type='html'>1. How old will you be in five years? 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today? My friends in Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How tall are you? 5ft 3'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? A visit from a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the last movie you saw? Greenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you called? Original Mgbeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person to call you? Akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received? "Cool just landed" from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail? Shetu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text? Text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night? Sleeping men. Margarita knocked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced? Separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your mom? August 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes? Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time did you wake up today? 6.45am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing right now? Bra and pant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be? On my bed watching TV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be? Doctor's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere? A lot of places. anywhere with a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years? Either in the U.S or Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you tan or burn? Tan actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Willie Willie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh? A conversation with my friend, W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many TVs do you have in the house? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How big is your bed? Queen size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer? Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you sleep with or without clothes on? Without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color are your sheets? Tan and Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your favorite season? Summer without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you like about fall? Not a damn thing.(fashionistas go dey scream fall fashion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you like about the summer? The heat! The breezy clothes! Less Layering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you like about spring? It tells me that summer is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many US states have you lived in? One :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many US cities/towns have you lived in? 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet? Bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you a social person? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What was the last thing you ate? Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite restaurant? I no get oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite ice cream? Any, as long as its not chocolate or mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your favorite dessert? cake n icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is your favorite kind of soup? ofe onugbu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB and J sandwich? grape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like Chinese food? Yelz, gotta be in the mood for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like coffee? All day, erryday babee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? one cup or bottle or none. quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What do you drink in the morning? Medium roast coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What non-banking related card in your wallet is the most valuable to you? My driver's license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yep the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you know how to play poker? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like to cuddle? Yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been to Canada? Nope :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have an addictive personality? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you eat out or at home more often? home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What do you miss about highschool, if anything? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? Yep 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you want kids? More than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you speak any other languages? than english?yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Have you ever gotten stitches? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool? pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat? Aisle seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you know how to drive stick? No. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on? My hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7? The studs on my second earhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What is your favorite TV show? hmmm Glee?Dexter? I guess i don't have one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Can you roll your tongue? Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Who is the funniest person you know? most of my friends are pretty funny unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? That would be a negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. What is the main ring tone on your phone? Don’t know….My phone has been on vibrate for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What red object is closest to you right now? I see my red bra peeking out my drawer. is that an object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth? Yes, I actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? I reject in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you flirt a lot? In the company of men, it does tend to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Bbq sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What is your favorite food? rice&amp;stew with plantain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Can you change the oil on a car? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Have you ever run out of gas? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What is your usual bedtime? Anytime after midnight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;85. What was the last book you read? Eat, Pray, Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you read the newspaper? It's 2010, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Yes. Entertainment Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you watch soap operas? Not anymore. I weaned myself of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you dance in the car? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What radio station did you last listen to? 106.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Who is in the picture frame closest to you? I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper? A note to the bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What is your favorite candle scent? I don't do candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What is your favorite board game? dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. How do you groom your nails? Cut 'em when I think its too long and get a manicure as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. When was the last time you attended church? 3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Who was your favorite teacher in high school? Don't remember her name but my english III and history teacher. In naija it was Mr Isibor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What is the longest you have ever camped out in a tent? I'm nigerian we don't camp out. Unless ya name is Lucid Lillith :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Who was the last person to do something extra special for you? *drawing blanks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't expect anyone to read through this all. I had time and felt like filling this out so I did. Have a wonderful weekend guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-5826020707382009732?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/5826020707382009732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=5826020707382009732' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5826020707382009732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/5826020707382009732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/list-all-100-of-it.html' title='The List - All 100 of it'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7487099744523659112</id><published>2010-09-17T00:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:49:46.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Sleep dey catch me oh! Hello my beautiful people, how una dey? Hope you had a good week. Thank you ever so much for all the kind birthday wishes from you my blogfam. I appreciate it. My day was ever so dry. My coworkers did get me cute lil' cupcakes and after work I went to get my hair did, came home, cleaned my house and did some school work.Sad innit? lol. Yea most, if not all of my personal people live out of state but I got to see some the week before in NY so it's all good. Anyhue, Thanks again guys! I guess I don't have much to say before I random so let's just get right into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am a movie snob or anything but I am so excited. Movie season (for me) is here!yippeee! Can't wait to finally start my weekly trips to the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like a few years ago all I prayed for were boobs, all my people know. I woke up one day this year and my bras didn't fit anymore, went to Vicki's to get sized and eureka I am a 34D! lol. I am totally ignoring the fact it's more weight gain than anything but whatever. In NY last week, this lady said "I wish I had your boobs" and i said, "they are new!". She totally thought I meant I bought them but I didn't correct her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I heard in a movie: Marriage is hard. Two people year after year. Sometimes you stop seeing the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i heard on tv: I don't work. I tried working and found out it was inconducive to my life. ---- na beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine thinks that it is imperative that every woman experience heartbreak in their 20's. yay or nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of my mom and I's relationship the other day. It's great and I couldn't ask for more and it had me thinking about people who have their parents here in the states and I am a little envious of them, I think it makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And then she exhaled :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes you really want to set people straight that leave useless comments on a blog post but I don't think most people come back to read it so I have to just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men disrespect a relationship, I just wonder why. Sometimes men don't realize that it is very possible to be single. For &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; women, they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to share themselves with you, they make a choice to be vulnerable and allow you into their lives. Yes when you are single you want a relationship but truth be told it is WAAY easier to be single than in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hate sorting my laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a prude but how do these reality folks feel comfortable enough to have sex on camera and have everyone watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to take a swimming class at my gym but I see it's usually only old people in those classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's not easy being an adult. Decisions just become harder and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked before and I ask again, how on earth do people pay for weddings??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I read on twitter: Stop looking and he will find you - Umm is that really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job you love with not enough money vs job you don't like that will pay you loads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trial for the case where this family was held hostage and the wife and daughters were killed. It was really horrible but my mind strayed when I read the part where he was led to the bank where he withdrew $15k. Chei, having 15k sitting in my checking account? sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all those who somehow self sabotage and get in the way of themselves, for God to remove this barrier and help them fulfill their potential  AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely weekend guys, I was supposed to be in the Windy City but it didn't work out so I will probably be in Austin. Be safe! muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is a song I absolutely love back when I thought The Dream was a genius. The scales have fallen from my eyes now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dream  - Right Side of my Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGfOSpsYVBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGfOSpsYVBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7487099744523659112?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7487099744523659112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7487099744523659112' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7487099744523659112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7487099744523659112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-randoms_17.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7057104950551261136</id><published>2010-09-12T17:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:07:22.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'd like to do in my lifetime</title><content type='html'>Travel to all 50 states in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit every continent in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good wife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own a car that doesn't have as many numbers in mileage as a young exec's salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a dress for a ridiculous amount of money without thinking twice and wondering what damage has been done to my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a house for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziplining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose 20lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feature or have my own music single in naija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be naija's reality queen ie be the name that is synonymous with a slew of well produced reality shows in nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take ballroom dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm sure there is more but that's all I can think of for now. Have a great sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7057104950551261136?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7057104950551261136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7057104950551261136' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7057104950551261136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7057104950551261136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-id-like-to-do-in-my-lifetime.html' title='Things I&apos;d like to do in my lifetime'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4635370458963376417</id><published>2010-09-10T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:18:40.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Wizzy dey hia!Soribaba dey hia!Jargo dey hia! Taynement sef dey hia!...hehe as you can see I am in high spirits and it's not because TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!YAY!. I find it funny that Christmas fell on random friday, as did New year now my buffday.FR might be something special lol. I just got on my knees few minutes ago and thanked Baba God for another year and for letting me see Year 28 of my life. This year's birthday is worlds apart from last year's birthday. Last year I was jobless, homeless, carless, in despair and just lost. This year, quite frankly I am happy. I have a job I love, I have a car that takes me from point A to point B. Ok I am still lost sha but it's okay. One thing stays the same - this year and last year I am still so uber grateful for my friends. I love my friends so strongly and fiercely that sometimes I'm gripped with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for them. I thank God for them everyday and I hope I spend many more birthdays with them. I dunno, I had some randoms but it's my day I think I'll make it unconventional today and just blab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I mentioned my plans about retiring randoms and I got a few threats and I thought I'd share the funniest one with you: Hey Sweetie, if you ever retire randoms I will hunt you with bloodhounds, hack you to finite pieces and feed you to piranhas. Your good and polite friend, XYZ. *no they didn't stop there* Retire randoms, you must have flipped your lid....LOL that cracked me up sha. my decision still stands though. maybe i'll take a brief hiatus or make it bi weekly. we go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend I was in New York as a birthday gift to myself. I love that city, I always have. A friend and I had plans to move there and be roomates. She got a job and did it. I never did. I had fun though. I have nothing else to talk about maybe I should just random lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok i just took the longest break to devour a large mango at 12.30am and take a phone call from my mother and the best friend. I am watching project runway right now and there are a bunch of narcissists this season. Casanova is hilarious.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say I will keep you in prayers, do they really mean it? For me, I try not to say it if I won't and if I do say it, I make sure I say the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I heard: You can love a frog if it says what you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Jayz needs to stop with his closeups on magazine covers, na wetin? I mean the man is not ugly but at the same time his face was not built for close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI's favorite quality in a woman is : Just having that instinct on when to take charge and when to fall back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, why can't white people dance? Why can't they just follow the beat and move? Some guy I met said I don't understand that, that beat that we hear to dance that they can't hear it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's sad when someone you know, becomes someone you knew. When you can walk right past someone like they were a never big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk to them forever, but now you can barely even look at them." - Henry Rollins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and let go..the best advice that most people don't follow. maybe we just like to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP to LFO lead singer, Rich Cronin who died of Leukemia at age 35. sigh, cancer is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's answer of "How did you know he/she was the one", I asked a female this time and thankfully her answer wasn't she just knew. She was a skeptic about marriage and all but she sat and wrote a letter to God saying she wasn't sure if marriage was for her but if it was this was what she was looking for and she listed the qualities. She went one step further and told God that she can be clueless sometimes and would like something specific. Her specific was for him to sing her Brown Eyed Girl. She meets her now husband, he happens to be in a band but no song or nothing. She knew she liked him a lot but didn't know for sure. One day they go karaoking and while picking songs, he picked out that song and sang it (to her i think?). She says that will be the closest to her knowing that he would be her husband but in general it was a progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea I have nothing else yo. I am off to bask in my birthday euphoria. I have no plans for my birthday but to work:(.I had a tempting offer but I really need to get some school work done.I love you all so very much and thanks for supporting Randoms. I promise to do better next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Join twitter on my birthday?lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all those who have birthdays(everyone!) For general guidance, protection, love and laughter in our lives. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is my favorite Jesse jagz song. This song is too mad and is also where I got my intro from.I think I listen to this song at least once, okay twice, okay sometimes up to five times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Jagz ft Soribaba and Wizkid - Intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExQPZSSklgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExQPZSSklgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4635370458963376417?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4635370458963376417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4635370458963376417' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4635370458963376417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4635370458963376417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-randoms_10.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-7684629906749420490</id><published>2010-09-03T03:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:41:37.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday! Happy New Month in the Best Month Ever! hehe..Hi guys, welcome again. May I just say that I have the worst sleeping habits. It is currently 3.13am and I am watching Mad Men and trying to pack for my trip to New York tomorrow (Mayne, Jon Hamm who plays Don Draper is just such a beautiful man). As for my trip I have been looking forward to it and Hurricane Earl wan pour sand in my garri sha, oh well make we dey see. Anyways, I have been thinking and apparently I started Friday Randoms on the 1st of October and it seems to be losing its luster so to mark it's first anniversary I'm thinking of retiring randoms till further notice, just to give you guys a heads up. Ok then boys and girls. Let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I read off twitter: Many of us r slowly starting 2 realize dat perfect may not come in D package we want. Tough 2 swallow but guess wut its still perfect 4 U. *show of hands anyone?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, I always pray I end up in groups with over achievers that want to do jara. So far I have been lucky. Oh yea #don'tjudgeme lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a weird friend. She used to say that she was drawn to flawed people and could not relate to "good" people. I just thought it was part of her madness but today in 2010, why does that kinda make sense to me? I am uncomfortable with "good" people. When I say good people I don't know how to explain it, not that they are perfect but they seem to be..always polite, always thankful, always calm, always just...good and all that's missing is a halo. It's probably because its a reminder of my many flaws who knows alls I knows is they make me uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ad rep at work is always calling me sweetie. I hate that, I always have, right from when i got to this country and the lunch lady asked me "what you want, baby?" uugh..sweetie, honey, dear just usually sounds condescending to me when its not a significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel B has a banging body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that I'd like to live with my future husband before getting married?(like after engagement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that our generation thinks that because they are more open about premarital sex and sexual things that they are open minded in general but it's amazing how NOT so open minded our generation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the joys of technology, winners are now reading their thank you speeches at award shows from their Blackberrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I deal with: This week my mom reminded me that I will be 28 and pretty soon I will have slim to 0 pickings. FML. It's hard for these things not to get to you. I was so upset at her but we talked it out sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel at a certain age everyone should have a crystal ball from God then when you meet someone it tells you yes or no and whether to pursue ssomething with someone you met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are american checks torn from the top as opposed to the side like jand and naija?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T has really cool ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Dancing with the Stars lineup err has no stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement goes a long way sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I heard on tv: If you are feeling lost count your blessings not the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all those trying to quit an addiction or bad habit, for God to grant them the strength and help them with their struggle.   AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great labor day weekend!Don't forget to send in your randoms if you have any to taynement@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tayne-ment.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's song is a dance song that I like. If you haven't noticed, dance music is what's hot right now (love Usher's "DJ got us falling in love"). Anyways, the lyrics of this song makes me laugh and Akon is nasal as usual. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matisse - Better than Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GucmdpwXmdA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GucmdpwXmdA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-7684629906749420490?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/7684629906749420490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=7684629906749420490' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7684629906749420490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/7684629906749420490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6978914442213743718</id><published>2010-08-30T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:41:58.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships + Technology</title><content type='html'>Post is a bit disjointed but nyeh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets Girl. Boy and Girl have good convo. Boy and girl exchange numbers. Boy and Girl talk a lot. Boy gets to understand Girl and vice versa and a relationship is born. I tell you people I am fascinated by the whole thing. How two people from completely different walks of life and background get together find a common ground and decide to build a life together.It's amazing! Anyways like I mentioned in randoms I went to a german restaurant and there was a couple sitting by the corner, they were old, like really old, found out the guy was 90. My friend told me they came to this restaurant every wednesday and saturday and they sit at the same place. For me, true love is when I see old people into each other, holding hands et al. Anyways, there they were chatting and laughing together and the one that got me everytime the band played a song, they got up...and danced. These people were so old they were hunched, but they danced at every song, they were the only ones on the dancefloor but I don't think they cared. After each song, he would walk her to her chair, hold it out for her and stand there till she sat down and my friend made a comment, " You just don't see that anymore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be totally unrelated but I started thinking about old school love vs love in this day and age and I thought maybe it could be technology? for instance you don't need to open the door anymore because we now have pim pim aka remote, no need to write poems or odes because email dey, no need to whisper sweet nothings because text don land. I exaggerate but with the bad comes the good. Long distance relationships wouldn't be at a high if not for skype, bb, instant message etc, it was just a thought that I had. Ultimately sha, I wish everyone that kind of long time love that endures all and lasts that long till our old age. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6978914442213743718?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6978914442213743718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6978914442213743718' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6978914442213743718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6978914442213743718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/08/relationships-technology.html' title='Relationships + Technology'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6804820692717991681</id><published>2010-08-27T00:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:09:48.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday, Guys. Can you believe it? It's the last friday of the month. Yay! that means my birthday month is upon us. Anyways as I type this I am bone tired and it took me forever to actually fall asleep, including drinking wine as a last resort. I forgot to turn off my phone and a simple text message woke me up and I can't fall back asleep:(. It's been a long week at work and I am oh so grateful that the weekend is here. I was back in Houston last weekend working and I had a good weekend (besides just being tired), my friend made it a fun weekend even though I think Houston gets razzer with each passing moment. I got to smoke some hookah and had some good German food and beer. I really feel like I have lost my blogging mojo, besides randoms I really haven't said anything in the past few weeks although I have a new habit of expressing some of my thoughts/feelings through some certain song lyrics. Anyhue, I have to apologize ahead of time for my lack of randoms this week and I encourage you guys that if you have any randoms to please send them to me so I can include them every Friday. Special shout out to Young Grumbler for her lengthy comment last week, I appreciated it ( and everyone else who did). Let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an unbridgeable gulf of humour/sarcasm between Nigerians living abroad and those in Nigeria.  - SwanBoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that sees lookalikes of people that are from different races? I saw an asian lookalike for a nigerian friend of mine and this isn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it bothers me but I do notice that there's a lot of auto tune usage in naija songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, it seems like most celeb relationships have the word home wrecker attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone watch the T.O show? I've always just seen Terell and Kita as friends but lately it seems like there is something there and Kita might like him more than just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Studies might be John Mayer's deepest album yet. I feel like it was an honest album..or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend mentioned something about the bible and how Jesus never actually referred to the Devil as the Devil but usually as some human weakness/temptation. I don't know if this is true or not my first instinct is that it's not, I have to look into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, last week I opened my junkmail and the headline screaming at me was: This is why you are fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say "Follow your heart", how smart is that really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like clogs are making a come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker who I adore, tells me he was in his best shape ever at 28 and after 31 it all goes downhill, he said not 30 but 31. I told him we are women that have babies, we are screwed anyways lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, how can one be so pretty and then not know how to dress? Chilli (from TLC) just never cuts it on the red carpet and I think she is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUESTS - For everyone's special request or intention that they have in their heart. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is a very sweet song by Rosi Golan ft William Fitzsimmons. I loved it the first time I heard it. Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sovLhfqx5NQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sovLhfqx5NQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6804820692717991681?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6804820692717991681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6804820692717991681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6804820692717991681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6804820692717991681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-randoms_27.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-8368210844421851503</id><published>2010-08-23T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:22:09.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know its not your fault, but I’m a locked door&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I’m a mess by someone before&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I, I could find a key&lt;br /&gt;To unlock all the things that you want us to be&lt;br /&gt;Let me open up and start again,&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a safe around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you in,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I need time.&lt;br /&gt;I said I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call up the locksmith,&lt;br /&gt;Tell him we need him quick&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got a million keys,&lt;br /&gt;None of them seem to fit&lt;br /&gt;While you’re on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;call up the clocksmith,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I could use some time,&lt;br /&gt;Even the slightest bit&lt;br /&gt;Let me open up and start again,&lt;br /&gt;And break this safe around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you in,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I need time&lt;br /&gt;I said I need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking now’s the time,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to go, if I gave you my heart, be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of laying low, lets give the world a show&lt;br /&gt;And when you know, you know,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I need time&lt;br /&gt;I said I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        -Travi McCoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-8368210844421851503?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/8368210844421851503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=8368210844421851503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8368210844421851503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/8368210844421851503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-you.html' title='I Need You'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-6293755567632678470</id><published>2010-08-19T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:48:31.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Happy friday guys, how una dey? It has truly been an interesting week for me, but like my friends status says something like spring always comes after the winter.It's going to be a longer weekend because I will be headed out of town for work and I foresee nothing but intense work on friday and saturday. God dey. On a serious note, I know most of us are guilty of this, including me but we need to get a hold on texting and driving sha. We all feel like we are invincible and "we got this" but you just never know. Plastic surgeon to the stars, Dr Frank Ryan died a few days ago while tweeting and driving on his blackberry. We can always reply later but if we die we can never reply, so make we try small to concentrate while driving. Speaking of tweeter, I am one step closer to joining. To join or not to join? I really don't want to be addicted sha...Let's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH is the point of open toe boots or booties? If its cold and I have boots on, why would I want my toes to get cold.. or are they for summer? then why would I opt for boots when its hot in the summer? TSK! - anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I pass by or have body contact with someone I always wonder if they passed on some communicable disease and I say a little prayer - anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brat mode* I don't think it's fair that some people find their "good man" in average looking packages, while some find theirs in hot packages, why can't everybody have it all? *brat mode* ( jo, this was said humorously. I no wan hear any wise words of wisdom. Thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E be like say all man wan dey naked for gym, regardless of if the body is hot or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I have noticed part of the aforementioned are old ladies. I mean I get it, you are old and you are hot, it ain't easy. But how come most of them wear belly rings? How old is too old to wear belly rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show, Army Wives ( I don't watch it) but if the war in Iraq suddenly ends, does the show end too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i heard on tv: Your first kiss with someone changes the way you feel about each other - Yay or Nay? I agree sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i read on blogsville: when a relationship becomes more of a burden than a blessing, break it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am weird already but let's add to it anyways. BB contacts without pictures bother me, don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This millionaire matchmaker woman, must be interesting to be a match maker without a match, isn't it bad for business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPeaking of which, so the matchmaker lady broke up her engagement because she wanted kids and he didn't. This is not the first time I am hearing this among oyibo people. Please what have you been talking about all this while in a 4 year relationship? How you go be with someone and you don't know they didn't want kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best theme song out there is True Blood's. The show na ogbanje show sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about Dbang, but the negro has swag yo! It just comes naturally to him, he doesn't try. I really enjoyed his "Mr Endowed" video, even though from people I asked they don't feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the days of meeting people in the same city over or are we the generation of long distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine gave me a refresher on childbirth. the cuts, the tears....Yea, as if I am not terrified enough...Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my oyibo coworker how he knew his wife was the one and he said *everyone together noooowwww*..he just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might be a horrible thing to say but I think I understand why people settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a bad thing if someone says "XYZ grew on me" when referring to a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the star's name on Entourage is Vince, short for Vincent probably. If na naija man now dem go tok say the name dey too Igbotic. humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to send in your random thoughts to me whenever you have one. Email me at Taynement@gmail.com and indicate if you want to be anonymous or have your name mentioned. Today's song is from a band I just heard, they have a different sound that I like and I really like the song and the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I noticed most of my randoms were questions. You blogelettes berra answer them oh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWxGEzsjHIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWxGEzsjHIA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-6293755567632678470?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/6293755567632678470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=6293755567632678470' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6293755567632678470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/6293755567632678470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-randoms_19.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-4949058542595393675</id><published>2010-08-16T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:38:28.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Stood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't know what I've done&lt;br /&gt;Or if I like what I've begun&lt;br /&gt;But something told me to run&lt;br /&gt;And honey you know me it's all or none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were sounds in my head&lt;br /&gt;LIttle voices whispering&lt;br /&gt;That I should go and this should end&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found myself listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I should&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I should&lt;br /&gt;'Cos she will love you more than I could&lt;br /&gt;She who dares to stand where I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I thought love was black and white&lt;br /&gt;That it was wrong or it was right&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't leaving without a fight&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am just as torn inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call&lt;br /&gt;You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all&lt;br /&gt;But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Missy Higgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I "mourn" in private. Hope everyone had a good monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-4949058542595393675?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/4949058542595393675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=4949058542595393675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4949058542595393675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/4949058542595393675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-i-stood.html' title='Where I Stood'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8715141585183771502.post-2062343928509515210</id><published>2010-08-13T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:27:42.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys! Happy friday oh! Like joke like joke, we don reach half of August. Soon we will enter the -mber months and then it's speed racing from there. So I decided that since I didn't get an onslaught of randoms, instead of doing one post of community randoms, you guys can send in a random whenever you want and I will insert it with my randoms and give credit as indicated. Ok, I have nothing much to say so let's random.Oh this weekend I have cleared my stomach and per madam Nice Anon's recommendation I will be trying out the best burger in my hood this weekend at Bueno Burger *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awon science people, please tell me the correlation between naija peeps and being lactose intolerant. I didn't even know there were a lot of them out there sef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle Monae bothers me. Is she a girl or a woman? If she has relations, do the men feel weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new season of bad girls club started and I can't get over how women over 20 are proud of being "bad girls" and are yelling and screaming all the time. na wetin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, the next mofocky that tries to spin me so that my ass is on his dinger will get razed, like wth? Thank God I learned how to do 360 degree spins instead of 180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like in yankee, you know how dey be spraying people in one dollar bills right? In jand their one pound is in coins, so how do they spray people at events? Dem dey stone dem with coins or they spray 5 pounds?  (Sorry Willy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you go hang out or see a guy that you are talking to and things get steamy and he pulled out a condom. what would be your reaction? would you be upset or would be you okay and think better safe than sorry. ( you had no intention of doing the do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't woo women anymore sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So emm, ojukokoro carried me to go watch that montana fishburne tape oh! It was so disgusting plus e be like say the babe get craw craw for nyansh or as I said chicken pox of the nyansh. Quite sad the route she is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who is watching Bachelor Pad. It is the mirror image of boy/girl relationships. Women dey try sha, just putting up with a lot of stuff, while the men continue because they know they can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Blood is blowing my mind this season, so much going on. So much blood being shed and shared, they don't have HIV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that it doesn't take long for naija men to start calling a chic "babe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldee's "Ogede" is such a dirty song. forgive my speling but he says: Sho ma n je ogede? Sho ma n mu milik? then the girl asks: sho ma n je igbin oh? he says: mo n je igbin na. sho fresh so clean? LOL, Reverence you should check it out and feel free to ask for translation hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people in our generation are more concerned about getting pregnant over getting a disease in terms of protecting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am a huge fan of Eat, Pray , Love like I have mentioned before. It took me a while to finish it because of school but I did eventually and I have to say that there is no way I 100% believe that that book is completely a true story. Things went way too perfectly and too in line during her journey that she had to have applied her writers hat and made everything better so to speak. That's not to take away from her words of wisdom oh! God uses different kinds of vessels. The most important thing I appreciated from the book was that her spirituality was not tainted by guilt, something a lot of today's religions have. My favorite line in the book: "My God is a Magnificent God". Something about that line is so powerful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me. I am attracted to jerk like arrogant men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges on reality shows are tripping. Why the hell is Kenny gone from Top Chef??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do apologize for the quality of randoms this week. It's been a distracting week for me so maybe my mind wasn't so random. I hope you have a lovely week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUEST: For all those who make frequent journeys either for work or pleasure. For safe journey to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is something everyone must have experienced at some point or the other. With lyrics like: I'm always waiting on something other than this. Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed....Always... Always... this song appeals to most pple's crisis lol. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Orrico - More to Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BU9TT0-qvFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BU9TT0-qvFE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8715141585183771502-2062343928509515210?l=taynement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/feeds/2062343928509515210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8715141585183771502&amp;postID=2062343928509515210' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2062343928509515210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8715141585183771502/posts/default/2062343928509515210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taynement.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-randoms_13.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>TayneMent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13992618450733549102</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>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
