"Sometimes Silence Is The Loudest Kind Of Noise" Bassey Ikpi

Just watch it..

Where do we go from here??

I am all over the place with my blog. As of now, it lacks direction. Please bare with me as I find a topic/subject matter. I will soon be consistent.

I Can't Be...

I can't be
your sole support, the arch in your shoe
your backbone, spine, and vertebrae
your puppet, sidekick, your wingwoman
your representative, mascot, and cheerleader
your shoulder, comfort, shrink
your sunshine and starlight
wishing well and doormat
I can't be
your paper editor, taxi driver, open ear
your tag-along, third-wheel, your shadow
the wind beneath your wings, apple of your eye
your confidant, your stylist, your co-signer
I can't be
the person to entertain you when your bored
to give you advice when you're undecided
to comfort you through heartbreak
share with you in happy times
keep you company when you're lonely
I can't be your best friend
your everything
your anything
If you can't be mine..

Victoria's Secret Mosaic Violet Eyeshadow

Today I decided to use this eyeshadow compact that I bought from the Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual sale a while back. I have been a fan of their bronzer compact (Sunny Cheeks) so I figured I may like the shadow too. Well, its not the best but it is doable. I find that the shadow comes out looking a little chalky. If you are into vibrant standout colors then be prepared to use a little extra effort while applying or skip altogether. I love purple hues, so I can work with it. Here is how the look turned out.

Here are some pictures of the compact below!

Juicy Goodies!!

I went to Sephora and found the sweet, delicious, slight citrus scent of Juicy Couture. It is called, "Viva La Juicy." You must try it out. For those feeling the strains of the recession do not fret. There are portable, roll-on bottles for $16. YaY!! Here's the link. Check it out. There are other portable, roll-on scents as well.

http://sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P226405&categoryId=C15671&shouldPaginate=true

MAC ATTACK: Chronicles of a Mac Makeup Addict...

I have always been a fan of makeup. But recently my makeup enjoyment has become a makeup obsession. I have been watching tutorials on youtube and putting on makeup regularly. I have always had an artistic ablility and a love for creating. So I guess it has become my new outlet. I have a few pics with a couple of looks I have created. I will be updating regularly.

I call this SUNKISSED

This look I call LUST

The Newness....

The new face

the new embrace

the starting over in every way

The new feel

the new appeal

the hope that this time its for real

The new lust

the new trust

the newness that we share is love...

Family Rescued from Burning Car (raw footage)

It is amazing to see how much people really do care about one another. Here you see a group of passerbys come together to save the lives of a mother and her two children, while risking their own. With the help of two brothers, who happened to be off-duty firefighters, everyone was brought to safety.
The womans 4 year old son was the last person out. He was trapped in his booster seat. He suffered second and third degree burns to 20% of his body.
The off duty firefighters also suffered burns to their hands. With the firefighter in the yellow shirt suffering second and third degree burns to his hands and arms.

Read more about the story at http://www.channel3000.com/news/20113716/detail.html

He did what now??

He listened attentavily to his peers.
Silencing the thoughts in his mind.
Concerned more with his image than his emotions.
Denying the butterflies in his belly-
The sensations down his spine.
The signals were apparent,
Neurons firing in his brain.
Fireworks of lust go off when he sees her
But he passes her by.
He listened attentavily to his peers.
Silencing the thoughts in his mind.
He settled for mediocre,
Sacraficing his true desires.
Denied himself of opportunity.
Choosing acceptance over happiness.
What they think of him over what he thinks of himself.

Real Housewives of Atlanta: Season 2

Another season of drama from the Atlanta women. I believe that my excitement has stemmed from my utter anticipation. The anticipation of the show being added for another season. For a while there was no speculation on whether the Atlanta women would return. Well, the show returned but not all of its characters did. DeShawn Snow, NBA basketball player Eric Snow's wife, has opted not to return. It must have been too much drama for her, she seemed to be the classiest character on the show. She will be replaced by songwriter and former Xscape singer Kandi Burruss (in the black and white dress). For those of you that are just as excited the season starts Thursday, July 30, 2009 on Bravo.

The Wendy Williams Show

I have long been a fan of talk shows on daytime television. I have also found my self dabbling in the occasional celebrity gossip show. So one would think that celebrity gossip+daytime talk show would equal television bliss for me. Well, the Wendy Williams Show ( with her trademark, 'How you doin?!!') is less than blissful.
I have found her show to be uncomfortable to watch. The long pauses, incomplete sets, constant tangents, and somewhat rude treatment of the guests is more than I can tolerate. I'd always thought that talk shows were easy. That is until Wendy did it. She truly makes Tyra look like Oprah.
I hope that she will get more comfortable with the show before she gets cut off the air, again. But I'm not sure that she will be on for very long especially because she is in the same time allotment as The Tyra Show.
It has potential but for now The Wendy Williams show is like a car accident. You know its bad but you can't help but sneak a peek.

I remember way back when....

I am a chronic Youtuber. Yes, I am admitting that I have a problem. lol. But I would like to share with you a video that I came across that truely made me smile. I am subscribed to Tpindell and he made this video. If you are an 80's baby, you will appreciate this.



Bree

CHRIS BROWN'S NEW APOLOGY- I forgive him.. Do you??

Chris Brown did a bad thing. Which has become a horrible thing because of his fame and the situations publicity. He is young, fatherless, witnessed his mother being abused, and has been placed into a high stress lifestyle. This is not an excuse for his behavior but perhaps a probable cause. We also need to take into account that his manager, a nearly forty year old woman, had been engaging in sexual intercourse with Brown since he was age 16. The manager was rumored, not sure if confirmed, to be the person that sent the text message to Brown which set off the incident.
My point is... America is supposed to be the land of second chances. He is being judged a bit too harshly. Many of you have done horrible things in your adolescent years (yes, I did exclude myself.. I'm good!! j/k). You may have been a bully, you may have had abortions, you may have been an accomplice to a crime, sold drugs to a pregnant woman. Whatever the case, you were not judged by the world, you were given a second chance, you grew up and learned from your mistakes. We need to be less about punishment and more about rehabilitation. We cannot imprison and stone all of our citizens that made mistakes. We must help them to correct those mistakes so that we may thrive as a community or as a country. The more productive, contributing members of society the better.
Let me wrap this up before I get too off track.
Final statement: I forgive Chris Brown. I wish him the best.

The Walk Home

I saw him again.

A glimpse of him

appeared to me

amidst my tunnel vision.

I was focused on my

journey ahead

silencing external sound

with my select playlist.

I heard the beat and

I saw my destination.

Until something caught my attention

Or something called my attention

Unlike other days

I glanced to the left

only to see my past.
Stunned?
Yes.

Coincidence?

Unlikely.

Fate?

Perhaps.

My steps that day lead me to see him.

After 8 years of missed connections

He was placed in my path.

Or I was placed in his.

Whichever of the two.

I saw him again.

No one else, just him.

Visually fixated on
a representation
of my adolescence.
Shall I approach him,
take a step back in time,

Revive a dying flame?

Or move on with

appreciation for his presence

and proximity and my stroll

down memory lane?

Ending one:
I extinguish my routine

and step into his world

Reintroducing myself as

the older, maturer B

He obliges.

We reconnect, remember, and

reunite.

Everything fits just right,

picking up just where we left off

in essence reclaiming and rewriting my history.

Claiming an opportunity

unbeknownst to most.
Making our story a rare entity,

Like... a fairy tale.

Ending two:
I smile
regain my focus

and continue my walk.

Leaving the past in its

present position.

Grateful for the reminder of joy
the memories of a teenage love affair.

Friend Date, Road Trip, Chinese, etc.

So two days ago I talked to an old friend. A really good friend from the past. After life taking us on our different paths we were able to reconnect. We arranged to go out to a movie. Which later turned into 'Dinner and a Movie,' which is apparently a date according to my brother. Well, anyway my date planned a night of good food, good drinks, and a good movie. Long story short.. he did all of this planning only to end up going in to work on our date night. Ugh..

So with that I opted to go on a road trip. Or what felt like a freakin road trip. I took my beloved cousin to visit another family member. In the process we had a chance to bond. Although we were close, his teenage years (teenage attitude) had wedged some distance between us. That is the only good that I got out of the trip. Other than that it was horrible. There was traffic, my car overheated; and did I mention that the drive was hella long?! Sigh. On the way back my "date" proceeded to text me while he was at "work," feeling bad for cancelling on me I suppose. Asking questions like "what did you end up doing?" and furthermore placing himself in my future plans. LOL. These guys are so funny. I am really glad that we made up. I missed his crazy self.

Of course my parents are not expecting me to come home. They go out and get dinner. Steaks. I know that sounds good to most of you but I am not a steak eater. Not at all. Sigh, again. Just when I get back to the house I have to go back out. All the while texting my friend date guy.. Which is something I do not want to get used to, but thats for a later blog. I go out for food and to my dismay just about everything is closed. The perks of living in a small town. Chinese is my only option. But not the good Chinese food, no. Panda Express. Chinese fast food. And to add to that my fortune cookie fortune sucked!

Sidebar: I recently saw a magazine poll that asked a vital question. Do you prefer to be wanted or needed? After some thought I have come to the conclusion that I definitely prefer to be wanted. I don't like for people to need me or depend on me. That makes me feel used. We are all adults here. We should be able to take care of ourselves, right?! Reminds me of what Steve Harvey said about people using him. "What would you do if I wasn't here? Well, do that then." Hahahahaha (much funnier in context). I have got to remember to use that line.

With all that said, I must say, today was a good day!




Put your eye on the peephole and take a glance at my life... Unscripted . Unedited . Unreal .

Bree

Wait what??!!!

There must be something in the air today. It must be that bitchassness epidemic Diddy was talking about. For some reason people are acting crazy today. I won't go into specifics for the sake of my fingers. But I will say that, IM NOT HAVIN IT!! Hahahaha... If you dare to come to me with your mess you had better be ready for anything. I am a no-nonsense kind of girl. I am about my business, I handle my business, and I mind my business.
I am in no way interested in any drama. Don't come at me with your attitudes. Don't come to me with the drama you had with your other friends. Don't come to me with mess that you could have avoided. I don't want to hear it. Your mess stresses me out. Seriously. I take on stress from others. Most of the time it is because I tell you 'don't do A or B' then you go out and do it anyway THEN you call me cryin. WHY?? What more do you want me to tell you? One of my pet peeves is giving out advice that goes to waste. That is why in the future I plan on charging for the advice I give. That way I could care less if you use it or not. If you puttin food on my table and clothes on my back then I will put up with you. But otherwise, find someone else honey. I can't be your captain save a...




Whew, had to get that off my chest... I know it made little sense but bare with me...

Randomly and Questionably yours,

Bree

Community Service / Volunteer Work / Me (of course!)

The end of all education should be the beginning of service- Cesar Chavez

My college career is now a thing of the past. New beginnings are in progress. Throughout my college years service has been very important, from my very first semester to my very last. I have taken about five service learning courses, in which community service is required. In my last semester I spent my spring break serving others.

Volunteer work has had reoccuring roles in my life over the years. I remember helping my grandmother at the soup kitchen, joining the Kiwanis club in middle school, becoming a peer counselor and doing work at the childrens library in high school. I am now sure that these services were anything but minor. They were significant. They were indications that I can volunteer my time without sacraficing any other aspect of my life. Each time I volunteered I had similar feelings; humility, gratification, distinction, appreciation, empathy. Feel good feelings, that make me feel as if I am leaving my mark on the world, one person at a time. At times I visualize the great things that I have done. Helping one person has a domino effect, each person that is close to the initial person senses the change and is effected.

I am sad to say that I never learned about Cesar Chavez in grade school. But I am happy that I was exposed to some of his genius in college. I love the above quote, but would actually modify it to: 'The beginning of all education should be the beginning of service.' As it does not take much to be of service to others.

Just "Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can"- Arthur Ashe

My message is in my words.. No need to read between the lines..

Bree

Pomp & Circumstance

Today as I walk across the Stadium Field, I walk towards my future. As I move my tassel to the left, I move into the real world. Today I graduate from college. I have prolonged the process far too long. Trying to hold on to the little bit of adolescence I had left. But no longer can I avoid my fate. I am an adult. As the music sounds and the march begins I will be struting for the last time as a young lady. I am a woman.

Beauty is in the eye....

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yeah, thats cool. But it is just so limiting. Beauty, in my opinion, is not limited to the visual sensory. What if you don't have the gift of sight; is your world without beauty? If you are color blind is your visual spectrum dulled?



Beauty is the appeal to one through vision, touch, smell, taste, and/or sound.



You see beauty can be experienced by much more than the eye. Can you see a beautiful melody? No. So does that mean the melody is not beautiful? Beauty is facillitated by all senses, individually and collectively.



My beautiful is defined by object and context. At times they are indescribable. May it be a lyric or verse, a person or picture. I've had beautiful relationships, beautiful experiences, encountered beautiful personalities, along with beautiful minds.



Sometimes I find beauty within presence. Having my immediate family together in one room engaged in conversation is beautiful to me. In the midst of it I always step back and make a mental memory for the archives.

God is beautiful. Despite the absence of sensory confirmation. The thought of God and His love is beautiful.


What is your definition of beauty? What is beautiful to you?

Another edition of the random ramblings.

Yeah...

Just Livin My Life

So the new thing is to say "I'ma do me," "I can only be me," and other things of that nature.

Okay.

*Ponders for a second*

Aren't we stating the obvious? There is no one else you can be. There is no other life you can live. Not even if you really wanted to. These proclamations are stupid. Stating the obvious does not make you appear to be intelligent or a deep thinker. It makes you look dumb. Just because a musician puts it in their song does not mean you have say it every chance you get. When you say it its one thing, when an artist says it its another thing. I mean it is artistic expression. You can't take every article of clothing off the runway and wear it on the street. (Some of that couture stuff will have you looking like an idiot.) Same concept. Not everything needs to be repeated. Some art is just art, leave it there. I will be happy when this fad fades. No kudos.

"Im the realist you ever met!!"

You know how they have these television shows proclaiming that the footage they display is reality? Well, sometimes I feel that they are reality. Stay with me; hear me out. See in immediate surroundings there are people all around me exclaiming just how real they are, but what they end up being is messy, shallow, and fake. Have you experienced this as well? So, these television shows are in fact showing reality. The reality of just how 'real' a lot of people are.

Why did I bring this up????

I recently left my college town because I was suffocating in the artificial air. Everything around me was crazy. Its like I was living in a parallel universe. I just had to get out. So, anyway, I was recollecting on the past 5 years and questioning how I made it through those years. My answer: My daily dose of real. Maybe it wasn't daily but it was often enough to ensure my survival. It did not begin immediately. 2005 sometime. He was what kept me sane. All it took sometimes was just a simple hello to let me know that I am not the only person here. I am not legend. Real does exist here. Did exist here. All that I knew that was real is now gone, along with my sanity, and along with me. My surroundings have changed. I am now with the truest, realist people I have ever seen: Mi Familia.

Maybe one day I will be able to catch up with the one that got me through college. Hopefully, he has not succumb to that fallacy of realness that was being force fed to us in that college town. Hopefully, he still has his sanity. That'd be nice.








Goin off on tangents once more... in a sunkissed kind of way..

"Runaway Love"

I've been told that it is never okay to runaway from your problems, or from anything for that matter. But why is that? Why is it not okay to run away? Is it better to stay and suffer? I have been deliberating with this for quite a while now, because I am thinking of running away. I have had some circumstances, situations, maladaptive relationships in my current town. Now that I am graduating I can not wait to leave. In my mind, I will be leaving behind all of the memories of the bad times. Not too mention all of those people that I would not mind forgetting. Does that speak negatively on my character that I would rather leave a situation than remain in it and be miserable? I really think this situation is different than when people try to runaway from themselves. This ain't me. These people here are crazy and shady.
I have never runaway from a challenge, a fight, or any other bad situation before. But after spending five years in shark city I am tired. There has been way more bad experiences than good. Is it wrong for me to want to leave? Why is it that everyone around me keeps telling me to stick it out? There is nothing to stick out. Stick it out is something you say to someone that is in a bad situation that they have to be in for some odd period of time. I have stuck it out. I'm done. It is over. I have been waiting to peace out of this place for years. Once I get that chance you want to make me feel like a coward for taking advantage of my freedom. Well, eff that. I'm out.
This is my life. My life. Let me rephrase that. This life is mine. I will live it as I wish. Why must the people around me try to navigate my life for me, then get disappointed when I venture off course. Who's life are we talking about again? Oh yeah, thats right, it's mine. Let me do me. Please, don't try to pressure me. I don't do well with pressure. I am stubborn. I will do what I feel is best for me. Thank you for your concern. I appreciate it. You do not need to repeat anything to me, I heard you. Trust that I have my best interests in mind as well.

I do want to leave and I gotta go right now................


Random Ramblings of Bree

Un momento por favor... (One moment please)

I have always found it amazing how a single moment can change your life. One second everything is fine and the next it is complete chaos. From that moment on your plans are changed and your path is altered.
I was reminded of this feeling last night. I went to bed perfectly healthy but when I awoke I was 100% sick. This, of course, is not one of those moments that is completely life changing. But it was a reminder of how much control I have over my fate and my future. I was planning on having a typical lazy Sunday. Wake up, go to church, come home, clean, eat, run errands, visit friend, watch tv, eat, sleep. Perfect! Instead I woke up about 3 hours later than planned, got dressed, coughed, sniffled, sneezed, moped about the house, ran some errands, then got on the computer.
I may be losing you by now but stick with me because I have a point. My point is that life throws you curve balls. Your plan is not necessarily 'the plan.' It is essential that you cherish your present and remain flexible. If you're always chasing after your tomorrows, you will never experience today. Tomorrow is not guaranteed, it should not be your focus. The only time you know you own is the past.
I so want to go back to being healthy. I took my unstuffed nose and my unsore throat for granted. But hey, I should cherish this time I have while sick to spend extra time in bed resting. Right?! Hahaha...

You have just witnessed my randomness.

Stay Peaced Up and Stay Prayed Up