<?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-8455878305080280453</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:11:45.904-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='articles'/><category term='Lil Sister'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='The Last Man on Earth'/><category term='Deep'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Single'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Crazy Talk'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Future'/><category term='PSHBC'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='ADD'/><category term='MAGIC'/><category term='Note To Self'/><category term='Ski'/><category term='Spiritual Laws'/><category term='Cops'/><category term='Empressmag.com'/><category term='Dudes'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Question'/><category term='JWeezy'/><title type='text'>The Empress Girls</title><subtitle type='html'>The real life and thoughts of two normal girls striving to take over the world. From the minds that you brought you www.empressmag.com and www.empress-socialclub.com comes a blog about the every day shenanigans of modern day superheroes. 

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Sometimes ignorance, anger &amp; cursing may occur!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2438685395024495813</id><published>2010-01-14T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:28:34.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Sex vs Quantity Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/love-sex-etc/quality-sex-vs-quantity-sex"&gt;Quality Sex vs Quantity Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2438685395024495813?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://empressmag.com/love-sex-etc/quality-sex-vs-quantity-sex' title='Quality Sex vs Quantity Sex'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2438685395024495813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2438685395024495813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2438685395024495813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2438685395024495813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/quality-sex-vs-quantity-sex.html' title='Quality Sex vs Quantity Sex'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-8813670258168675537</id><published>2009-05-11T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:37:36.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Antics</title><content type='html'>So I had a really good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mother's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, despite the fact that I woke up late and went to the wrong place in the city and missed the Mother's Day lunch cruise...lol.. only me... luckily, my mom, lil sis and I were able to pick up the cruise in NJ. It was a good time. I love hanging out with my mom and sis, they are extensions of me and their love is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, my mother had a great time as I did too except for the fact I kind of was hungover from the night before. I don't think she noticed though, but then again mom's notice everything......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-8813670258168675537?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8813670258168675537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=8813670258168675537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8813670258168675537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8813670258168675537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-antics.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Antics'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-3663717097956300547</id><published>2009-04-27T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:54:30.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Articles on EmpressMag.com  4/27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/26/hair-breakage-how-to-avoid-hair-breakage-and-prevent-damage/"&gt;Hair Breakage - How To Avoid Hair Breakage and Prevent Damage?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/26/questions-to-ask-on-a-first-date/"&gt;Questions To Ask On a First Date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/26/reducing-belly-fat/"&gt;Reducing Belly Fat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-3663717097956300547?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3663717097956300547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=3663717097956300547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3663717097956300547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3663717097956300547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-articles-on-empressmagcom-427.html' title='New Articles on EmpressMag.com  4/27'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-8927878517245850590</id><published>2009-04-27T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:50:30.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>How To Get Over Someone or Something???</title><content type='html'>“Do what you feel until you don’t feel the need to do it anymore”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At some point you’ll want to stop on your own and it won’t be forced, it will be easy. Flow with the current, not against it. People always look out for their own best interests, therefore when you come to realize in your own time that something or someone is not good for you or doesn’t fit into your life, you can stop and let it go and not miss what isn’t meant to be. - JWEEZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-8927878517245850590?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8927878517245850590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=8927878517245850590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8927878517245850590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8927878517245850590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-get-over-someone-or-something.html' title='How To Get Over Someone or Something???'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6021104963945422751</id><published>2009-04-20T12:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:43:48.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empressmag.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>New Articles on Empressmag.com 4/20/09</title><content type='html'>Check check check em out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/19/beauty-skin-care/"&gt;Beauty Skin Care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/19/this-new-thing-they-call-jogging/"&gt;This New Thing Called Jogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/04/19/mending-a-relationship-back-to-health-7-tips-to-success/"&gt;Mending A Relationship Back To Health /// 7 Tips To Success&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-6021104963945422751?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6021104963945422751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=6021104963945422751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6021104963945422751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6021104963945422751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-articles-on-empressmagcom-42009.html' title='New Articles on Empressmag.com 4/20/09'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-561303517412770495</id><published>2009-04-20T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:22:48.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Last week this time I was in Miami, sipping on a Call A Cab eating a chicken quesedilla at Wet Willies... time is such a damn illusion. Its so fleeting, so transient. One moment your on the beach and the next your back in your cubicle.... sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-561303517412770495?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/561303517412770495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=561303517412770495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/561303517412770495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/561303517412770495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go....'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1481696544872482452</id><published>2009-03-30T18:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:15:32.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Must Love Me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because my unstable ass fell 3 times on Saturday night and although I knew he was annoyed as hell he still picked me up all 3 times and didn't act like a jerk for me being so clumsy and damn embarrassing…&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lmaooooo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said “yo, you got to stay close to me when you feel yourself getting shaky”…awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing off…. me and wobbly ankles and yes I was drinking but I WASNT drunk.. .4 realzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1481696544872482452?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1481696544872482452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1481696544872482452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1481696544872482452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1481696544872482452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-must-love-me.html' title='He Must Love Me.....'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5329372569916668077</id><published>2009-03-30T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:15:56.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Check It: New Articles on Empressmag.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/30/living-the-life-meet-me-in-brasil/"&gt;Living The Life /// Meet Me In Brasil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/30/would-you-sacrifice-your-happiness-for-security/"&gt;Would You Sacrifice Your Happiness For Security?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/30/why-am-i-still-single/"&gt;Why Am I Still Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to The Self-Esteem’s Vampires" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/15/the-self-esteems-vampires/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Self-Esteem’s Vampires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to The Power Of Love - Discovering The Love That Lies Within Us All" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/03/15/the-power-of-love-discovering-the-love-that-lies-within-us-all/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Power Of Love - Discovering The Love That Lies Within Us All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5329372569916668077?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5329372569916668077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5329372569916668077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5329372569916668077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5329372569916668077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-it-check-it-new-articles-on.html' title='Check It Check It: New Articles on Empressmag.com'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-465400164660787098</id><published>2009-03-30T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:39:12.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Laws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep'/><title type='text'>The Law of Least Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chopra.com/files/images/leasteffort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chopra.com/files/images/leasteffort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nature’s intelligence functions with effortless ease . . . with carefreeness, harmony, and love. And when we harness the forces of harmony, joy, and love, we create success and good fortune with effortless ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will put the Law of Least Effort into effect by making a commitment to take the following steps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will practice Acceptance. Today I will accept people, situations, circumstances, and events as they occur. I will know that this moment is as it should be, because the whole universe is as it should be. I will not struggle against the whole universe by struggling against this moment. My acceptance is total and complete. I accept things as they are this moment, not as I wish they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Having accepted things as they are, I will take Responsibility for my situation and for all those events I see as problems. I know that taking responsibility means not blaming anyone or anything for my situation (and this includes myself). I also know that every problem is an opportunity in disguise, and this alertness to opportunities allows me to take this moment and transform it into a greater benefit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Today my awareness will remain established in Defenselessness. I will relinquish the need to defend my point of view. I will feel no need to convince or persuade others to accept my point of view. I will remain open to all points of view and not be rigidly attached to any one of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.chopra.com/laws/leasteffort"&gt; source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deep Ish... This is one of the Seven Spiritual Laws of Success written by Deepak Chopra. Seriously the book takes like 1hr to read but in it holds what I believe is the true path to happiness and success. I would encourage everyone to read it. Imagine if we truly accepted things they way they were. Stop fighting against a situation or moment, it only fights you back. Acceptance defeats resistance......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-465400164660787098?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/465400164660787098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=465400164660787098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/465400164660787098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/465400164660787098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/03/law-of-least-effort.html' title='The Law of Least Effort'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1633897394796245586</id><published>2009-03-18T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:35:32.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Get Deep For  A Minute...</title><content type='html'>Right now in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;South Africa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; men are committing corrective rapes against lesbians. What the hell is corrective about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rape&lt;/span&gt;? It shouldn't even be in the same sentence. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, gangs of men are going around raping lesbians, with the thought that they will become straight. It supposedly shows them what they are missing. Dick, I guess is the best thing since white bread (whatever). It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;. Africa not just South Africa, needs to get it together, I'm sorry. They are over there raping women so easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rape is wrong in any country and victimizers should be punished. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this video and see how deep it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh3xsPkYdscK0lsArP"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh3xsPkYdscK0lsArP" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1633897394796245586?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1633897394796245586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1633897394796245586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1633897394796245586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1633897394796245586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-get-deep-for-minute.html' title='Let Me Get Deep For  A Minute...'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1929954405054526559</id><published>2009-03-12T23:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:16:36.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt; here about to write a post and just saw a preview of an Oprah showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Montell&lt;/span&gt; Williams (bald head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt; with the talk show) crying...um.....yeah..i don't know why either... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; back to the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I don't have a point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting bored already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...............................................&lt;br /&gt;nope false alarm.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waittttt. I have a point now..I think I have ADD for real. I can't focus on one thing at a time. I get bored just doing one task and feel the need to do something else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;. I hate that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why I want to start practicing yoga more seriously. Currently, I try to practice one a week..but I want to get to the point where I practice every day, so I can be on my mellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;namaste&lt;/span&gt;, om and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll open up my own yoga studio, and teach other ADD peeps to focus and breathe... 1,2, 3............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1929954405054526559?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1929954405054526559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1929954405054526559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1929954405054526559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1929954405054526559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/03/add.html' title='ADD'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5415942356899527930</id><published>2009-02-22T17:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:21:04.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cops'/><title type='text'>Happy BirthMonth To ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I know its been like forever since I blogged (and lets not talk about Sha's lack of blogging) but here I am........owww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was earlier this month (Feb 6th) to be exact. And no lie I started celebrating it the end of January and it ended last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First event was the ski trip. 11 black people, 1 fly ass cabin, maddd bottles of liquor, a outdoor heated pool and jacuzzi..... do you even have to ask? It was amazinggggg. We as a group decided that we need to go back to this at least once a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Ski Cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHYhEgyoDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gmP3515N7ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305759898677714994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHYhEgyoDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gmP3515N7ZQ/s400/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the trips: Playing drunk hide and go seek in the house 4am, the dance contest where my team for sure won, the freestyle battles where I got eathered by this epic line "fake Adidas sweats with the tight shirt"- lmao , the football game in the heated outdoor pool, when it started snowing while we were in the outside jacuzzi. Aww man- sooo many memories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next weekend which was my actual bday weekend, I went to a reggae spot with the bf, it was a celebration for Bob Marley. Bob &amp;amp; I were born on the same day, I often joke that I'm the reincarnation of him.. That Friday (BdAY DAY) i was off work and decided to take it ez, went to a hibachi restaurant with the bf and then to a posh bar in the city , Flatiron lounge. Cocktails had me niceee. Then went home and drank bubbly till I fell asleep..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHcMMheKoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XR18fLbAkJo/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763938097310338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHcMMheKoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XR18fLbAkJo/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHcl9J8zZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wvSGNo_cIdU/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305764380648721810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHcl9J8zZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wvSGNo_cIdU/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next day went out to eat with the mom and went to see In the Heights on Broadway. Every year my mom takes me to see a Broadway play for a birthday, we have been doing that since I was 16. So this year made it the 10th year...awwww &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that my friends and I got together and chilled in my media room. Got GIFTS , ate pizza , DRANK and made our way to the clizzub. BUT thats when the bday celebration took a turn. We got pulled over for my friend having dark tints on her window, then the punk ass cop claimed to smell liquor in the car, next thing I know they are hauling off my homie in the police van arresting her. Can you say WTF! So basically the rest of the weekend was spent trying to bust her out of jail. Monday morn she got out and luckily she didn't get charged with a DUI or anything serious but we def. all learned a valuable lesson from that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That drama had my friends and I re-do my bday celebration, so last nite the homies and I went out again. We had fun, there were a few mishaps again but f' it , I rung in my 26th bday in style. More things happened but this post is mad long and I'm getting bored.....lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5415942356899527930?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5415942356899527930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5415942356899527930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5415942356899527930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5415942356899527930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthmonth-to-me.html' title='Happy BirthMonth To ME!!!'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SaHYhEgyoDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gmP3515N7ZQ/s72-c/DSC00999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2573431225916947387</id><published>2009-01-26T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:43:46.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/26: New Articles On Empressmag.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/25/stand-by-your-manicure/"&gt;Stand by Your Manicure- A Single Girl's Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/25/how-to-prepare-for-a-lay-off-from-an-employees-perspective/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Prepare for a Lay Off From an Employee’s Perspective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/25/return-the-magic-to-your-relationship/"&gt;Return the Magic to Your Relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2573431225916947387?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2573431225916947387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2573431225916947387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2573431225916947387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2573431225916947387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/126-new-articles-on-empressmagcom.html' title='1/26: New Articles On Empressmag.com'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1716175847900472249</id><published>2009-01-21T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:54:12.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Stuck</title><content type='html'>Love , Emotions, Relationships - so weird, so unexplainable, so not easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only law is the law of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart, be free&lt;br /&gt;Experience what life has for you&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, be honest&lt;br /&gt;If your relationship is real,&lt;br /&gt;It will bear the strain and&lt;br /&gt;deepen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about being inexplicably drawn to someone for no rhyme or reason. Ever have that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we are drawn to the light that we can recognize in each&lt;br /&gt;other, shining in its own unique way.&lt;br /&gt;Every person is unique, therefore&lt;br /&gt;every relationship is unique.&lt;br /&gt;We are magnetically drawn to others who we&lt;br /&gt;sense are on a similar frequency to ourselves. We feel a kinship with them, and&lt;br /&gt;I think somewhere deep down, being able to relate to someone awakens the memory of Oneness, and we long to return to this Oneness again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1716175847900472249?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1716175847900472249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1716175847900472249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1716175847900472249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1716175847900472249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-stuck.html' title='Love Stuck'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-654892838709461557</id><published>2009-01-19T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:40:16.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/19 : New Articles On Empressmag.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/19/hold-out-for-a-man-who-will-adore-you/"&gt;Hold Out for a Man Who Will Adore You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/19/a-not-so-alternative-way-of-keeping-in-shape/"&gt;A Not so Alternative Way of Keeping in Shape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/19/how-to-have-a-happy-love-life/"&gt;How to Have a Happy Love Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-654892838709461557?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/654892838709461557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=654892838709461557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/654892838709461557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/654892838709461557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/119-new-articles-on-empressmagcom.html' title='1/19 : New Articles On Empressmag.com'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-4396182049912701353</id><published>2009-01-12T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:14:01.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Ignorant Ish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I wasn't so damn responsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like you know the saying of "those who know better do better"...well god dammit, i don't want to know better, I don't want to know shit, I want to live my life and spend like there ain't no tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't know better, I would forgo paying my mortgage and buy my dream car, a range...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I could sleep and eat in that car, who needs an apartment or house or 401K? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefTGr2tJ17EAK22jzbkF/SIG=125a57qcb/EXP=1231880518/**http%3A//static.blogo.it/deluxeblog/Range_Rover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, here I am being financially responsible....driving in lil ole Betsy, reliable but not a RANGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This financially responsible shit better pay off 4 realz for all the sacrifices my ego is making right now... 4 realz...and its not just my ego but all the other responsibilities that come with being so damn responsible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strangely though, something tells me that it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Ego is the biggest enemy of humans. ” Rig Veda quotes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Give up all bad qualities in you, banish the ego and develop the spirit of surrender. You will then experience Bliss.” Sri Sathya Sai Baba quotes (Indian Spiritual leader, b.1926)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-4396182049912701353?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4396182049912701353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=4396182049912701353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4396182049912701353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4396182049912701353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-ignorant-ish.html' title='Some Ignorant Ish....'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5231476068446061109</id><published>2009-01-12T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:23:54.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/12 : New Articles On Empressmag.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Check check check-em out....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to How To Transform Past Painful Emotions For Your Success" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/11/how-to-transform-past-painful-emotions-for-your-success/" rel="bookmark"&gt;How To Transform Past Painful Emotions For Your Success&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Love Meter: 5 Clues You Are in a Toxic Relationship" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/11/love-meter-5-clues-you-are-in-a-toxic-relationship/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Love Meter: 5 Clues You Are in a Toxic Relationship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Staying Stress Free in the Credit Crisis" href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2009/01/11/staying-stress-free-in-the-credit-crisis/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Staying Stress Free in the Credit Crisis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5231476068446061109?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5231476068446061109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5231476068446061109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5231476068446061109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5231476068446061109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/112-new-articles-on-empressmagcom.html' title='1/12 : New Articles On Empressmag.com'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5263530480379652264</id><published>2009-01-05T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:16:25.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Ish- To Give Up or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn Damn Damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple months I think...ok maybe just one...that Sha or I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been going through major drama with re-developing our website. Every time we try to get our website re-done (&lt;a href="http://www.empressmag.com/"&gt;www.empressmag.com&lt;/a&gt;) something happens, a web designer disappears or disappoints. I can't even count the times we thought we were close to getting somewhere, to the next level, and bam nothing happens, our dreams are shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sometimes I just want to give up. How many times are you supposed to try something before shit gives? How many times can you take disappointment? What the hell is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something keeps us going, not sure what it is because we seem to have been running in a circle for a while now, but running in circles beats laying down and giving up.... at least we're in shape right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN Empress reaches its full potential, Sha and I will have a story to tell. We won't give up...we can't.... we came this far and what would be the point for all this hard work, money &amp;amp; time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva La Empress....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;""When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place."  - Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5263530480379652264?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5263530480379652264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5263530480379652264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5263530480379652264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5263530480379652264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-ish-to-give-up-or-not.html' title='New Year New Ish- To Give Up or Not?'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2748452546379406552</id><published>2008-11-23T20:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:59:47.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla At Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Damn I haven't blogged since Obama won. What the hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it a Sunday and I'm sipping? Oh well, such is life.&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 514px;" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/lpi5358_67.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=896493F44C2F1602AEAFED9B6B0918D0E30A760B0D811297" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this weekend was a bit slow. Friday I went to one of my favorite restaurants in Bklyn..oooh how I love that place. If they didn't cost so much I would go there every week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a reggae party on Friday and suprisingly it got crowded pretty early (1am). I was surprised because all the Jamaican parties I usually go to, I take a nap in the corner by the speaker..lol...then wake up at 3am when everyone shows up. Sorry, I get to the club before they start charging. I don't see the purpose in paying unless it's someone's birthday or Christmas uhmm maybe even Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this was the cool thing about this particular party. I was able to sneak a water bottle of jesus water into the spot. They weren't checking bags when my homegirl and I walked in. Then I thought, let me see if I can get that bottle in here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked back to the car. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sidenote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Don't you hate when you have to sneak into your own damn car cause there are so many other ppl waiting for a park that when they see you pull out your key they are on your ass. "you leaving", they'll ask. "Nah", now please move on because I'm by myself and yall look suspect as hell&lt;/span&gt;. I put an empty water bottle into my purse along with the Jesus juice as a decoy. I walked into the club and the bouncer said "open your bag" and he saw the water bottle, but low and behold mama had the alcohol in a secret compartment. I got in with my juice, I'll def be returning there again.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why was that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my night...lmaoo. Saturday was chilled, finally picked up my dinner table and just chilled with the parentals. Anywho, how did your weekend go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2748452546379406552?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2748452546379406552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2748452546379406552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2748452546379406552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2748452546379406552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-is-it-sunday-and-im-sipping-oh-well.html' title='Holla At Me'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-4491943687853194636</id><published>2008-11-04T23:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:35:40.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OBAMA WINS!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mobasoft.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/barack-obama-official-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://mobasoft.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/barack-obama-official-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'M CRYING!!!!!! I'm not the one for tears but this got to me.  Our first &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, do you know what this means. There is a black woman who will be in a white house who won't be a slave,  who won't be the help. Just years ago our grandparents couldn't vote and now we have a black man in the white house. Damn yall.&lt;div&gt;Oh Obama I hope there will be change and you will show us even more history making. McCain you gave him a good fight but Obama is the man. Now as I watch McCain speaking, I see the tears welling up in his eyes. But it will be ok, there will be change, there has to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young people there is no excuse anymore. With our first black president, there is not limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First people I spoke to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; My Dad, DKH, JSM, DAG, CDA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where was I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; At home, in WB,  sippin on that..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will never forget this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-4491943687853194636?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4491943687853194636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=4491943687853194636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4491943687853194636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4491943687853194636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-wins.html' title='OBAMA WINS!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7475144455451427240</id><published>2008-10-24T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:39:59.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Another Job Just So I Can Go To The Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to see Saw V tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy the ticks before hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you know how crazy people get at the movie theatres (especially on the movies first night) and its FRIDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am about to buy the ticks online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through Fandango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 mofo ticks cost 25$ fing bucks... why is there a $2 service charge? Why does one ticket cost $11.50? I can get a outfit at Forever 21 for $11.50, well not really but you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7475144455451427240?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7475144455451427240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7475144455451427240&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7475144455451427240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7475144455451427240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-another-job-just-so-i-can-go-to.html' title='I Need Another Job Just So I Can Go To The Movies'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-349390671403875358</id><published>2008-10-23T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:18:08.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Missing</title><content type='html'>I find myself missing someone I shouldn’t. I hate when that happens and it usually occurs between &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“my boo”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stages. It's when I just stopped dating someone and now I’m creeping for the next boo..lol. But why do I miss him&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be myself around him. I could curse, drink, yell and do other things without him looking at me weird or making me feel uncomfortable. That type of guy is hard to come by. The type,  where you can sleep on his bare chest and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;drool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(yeah when I’m that damn sleepy anything can happen lol) and when you wake up and realize what happened and your embarrassed as hell he wipes the spit off his chest and says “don’t worry about it” and puts your head back on his chest. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or he’ll give you his last 20 dollars so you can get your hair done because he felt that is what a man should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we’re not together for a reason. Although he showed me attention and cared for me, it wasn’t meant to last.  He loved his homeboys way too much, he went to jail &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; days and never told me why, what type of shit is that. To this day I still can’t believe I let him get away with that one lol.  His ex, at the time I’m pretty sure she wasn’t his ex, kicked in the door while I was there (that’s another story). Then after a while he was just broke and didn’t want to do anything with his life but party and buy clothes. He wasn’t the dependable guy I knew before and I was over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I just miss the good things because the bad things are way up there too. I wonder how he’s doing it’s been a few months since we last spoke and he usually reappears every other month. So hopefully he’s happy or maybe missing me just a little too…haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-349390671403875358?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/349390671403875358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=349390671403875358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/349390671403875358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/349390671403875358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/almost-missing.html' title='Almost Missing'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5885041747477561277</id><published>2008-10-19T23:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:51:01.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGIC'/><title type='text'>Magic Pt 1- "I'm Ready"</title><content type='html'>The text came through and hit Kailah like a ton of bricks &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want you back"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . She couldn't believe what she was reading. After 6 months the guy who she was trying to forget, the guy who she was working on erasing from her memory just threw a monkey wrench in her rehab process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the words in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony never had perfect timing, he always chose the wrong time to speak up, the wrong time to come back. She was happy now, happier with Mike than she had ever been in a long time. Things at her job were going great, she was working her way up to be the number one candidate for the next round of promotions, she was going to the gym every other day and getting her body more toned and healthy than ever, she even began to forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time in a couple of weeks that her mind forgot that a guy named Tony ever existed, that a guy named Tony was able to take her heart without even trying and without even caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Kailah were on their way to a night on the town. He had just picked her up and surprised her with flowers. After all these years he still knew what to do to make Kailah feel special. "Thank you sweetie, your so sweet" and she kissed him lightly but passionately on the lips before he drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kailah wanted to stay focused on the beautiful warm summer night and all the fun she would have with Mike, she couldn't stop thinking about the text she just received. I'm not going to text back she decided. He doesn't mean it, he probably meant to text someone else, Tony would never text me that, she kept repeating in her head until she almost believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her phone vibrated again, she looked down, it was another text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "I know what your thinking but your wrong, I mean it and I'm ready, when can I see you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( 6 months earlier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what you want to do, he prob really loves you" Tony said matter of factly. Kailah stood their in disbelief. "That's all your going to say?, well, How do you feel about me?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence, "Look, I told you already where I stand, so its your choice to make"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted him to say something else, to tell her that he loved her and that he would be the man she always knew he could be. " I know its my choice but I just want to know how you feel about me, you never tell me, you don't show me, how am I just supposed to know?" Kailah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kailah, I care for you so I want you to be happy besides your looking for me to recite something from a movie, its not going to happen, you know who I am, you know what it is, if you have to question it then you should go back to what you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to yell "I WANT TO KNOW YOU, I WANT YOU" why couldn't he just see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead she said calmly "Look, I know who you are and I tried to accept that, I really did. You know I really like you, more than you know, I'm willing to take the risk with you and step out on the ledge, with you, if you can just look me in the eyes and tell me your willing to step out on the ledge too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused looked at her and shook his head, instead of pulling her into his arms he looked away. "I really can't stay much longer, maybe we can discuss this another time." he said. He towered over her as he reached his arm out to hold up her chin, she was fighting back the tears, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'll call you later today" and he walked away. He never did call, she didn't hear from him again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5885041747477561277?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5885041747477561277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5885041747477561277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5885041747477561277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5885041747477561277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/magic-pt-1-im-ready.html' title='Magic Pt 1- &quot;I&apos;m Ready&quot;'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-4478618480469104782</id><published>2008-10-16T15:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:34:53.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGIC'/><title type='text'>Introducing Magic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SPefuyxufwI/AAAAAAAAABo/tkdkDWTEPs0/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257846716231483138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SPefuyxufwI/AAAAAAAAABo/tkdkDWTEPs0/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What happens&lt;/span&gt; when lovers who are meant to be never become? Old timers love to say "You always loose the first one". The first one who makes your skin tingle with an ever so gently touch, the one who makes you smile with just the sight of their face or the one who wanted to be yours but denied their heart. Welcome to a world of betrayal, love, joy, and heartache. Where emotions change on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where a man believes that he has met his true love but is forced to hold back his feelings because she has a boyfriend. Insecurity plagues his heart, concealing the emotions he wants to share with her, but always holding back, will the day ever come where he professes his love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love, is it him, she really wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn between the unknown and the planned future, what really lies ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now you may be curious to what this is all about. Tune in weekly for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a love story that all of us can relate to regardless of age, gender, or race. Supposedly love has no boundaries, but for some it does and for those who cross those boundaries find themselves in a world of unchartered land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-4478618480469104782?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4478618480469104782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=4478618480469104782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4478618480469104782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4478618480469104782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing-magic.html' title='Introducing Magic...'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SPefuyxufwI/AAAAAAAAABo/tkdkDWTEPs0/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7684478731652287591</id><published>2008-10-06T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:45:07.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oodles of Noodles</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning. Lately I've been dragging my ass in the morning. I have to get a boost of energy so I can get my mornings poppin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this weekend I was thinking a lot about relationships, maturing and accomplishing things in life. Sometimes I think women put this silent pressure on themselves to achieve this and that, by this age or that year. I do it to myself all the time and sometimes get stressed over it. We have that whole, I have to be married by the time I'm 28 and have kids by 30, it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel the need to live life based off a plan. I can't be programmed and so many great things in life happen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It would be excellent to have everything I think I should have at this moment but I guess I'll get them in due time because if I thought things happened when I wanted them to, I would be an effin millionaire by now..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself for not dwelling on things I have cause my life is pretty damn good. It didn't happen overnight, the thought that my life was great, but compared to how it could be I'm on a pretty decent road to success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7684478731652287591?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7684478731652287591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7684478731652287591&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7684478731652287591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7684478731652287591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/oodles-of-noodles.html' title='Oodles of Noodles'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6838568184942805661</id><published>2008-09-30T14:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:54:59.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided...</title><content type='html'>that I am a bigger person than what my last post stated and I let that damn ego take over, but yes it still is funny so if you missed it, you missed out...but to quote one of my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; spiritual teachers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eckhart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tolle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Thinking, or more precisely identification with thinking, gives rise to and maintains the ego, which, in our Western society in particular, is out of control. It believes it is real and tries hard to maintain its supremacy. Negative states of mind, such as anger, resentment, fear, envy, and jealousy, are products of the ego... So the single most vital step on your journey toward enlightenment is this: learn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disidentify&lt;/span&gt; with your mind. Every time you create a gap in the stream of mind, the light of your consciousness grows stronger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;namaste&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-6838568184942805661?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6838568184942805661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=6838568184942805661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6838568184942805661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6838568184942805661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-someone-got-their-feelings-hurt.html' title='I decided...'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5061246832694845709</id><published>2008-09-27T17:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:51:45.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SN6q1qSsWUI/AAAAAAAAABg/3OBZRYAzPws/s1600-h/v21XUt_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SN6q1qSsWUI/AAAAAAAAABg/3OBZRYAzPws/s320/v21XUt_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250822054423058754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the club last night. Its been a minute so I thought I was going to be able to let it loose and drop it like its hot. But I have some issues with the club.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Promoters&lt;/span&gt;- Stop!!!!!! Just cause our throwing a party does not make you this cool ass dude now, no your not Diddy sorry boo.  Also, please stop lying on your fliers. If you have open bar, have open bar dammit. I'm sorry one of the reasons I'm coming to this sweatbox is for a free drink. So when you say you have Hypnotiq and Nuovo open bar until 1AM, have it you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; dicks&lt;/span&gt;. I just hate when ppl lie. And why are all of yall at the door, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;move bitch get out the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;If you don't know, only one promotional team holds the weight and can actually tell ppl what to do. So when you see 30,000 names on the flier only one group is actually in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;So you other hanger-ons STOP.. thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DJs&lt;/span&gt;- Are they still alive? WHERE DO YOU DJ? I don't want to hear 3 minutes of any song I can do that in my house. Please keep the ppl interested.  Can you play something in 2008, yes I am an 80's baby but I don't want to hear 80's, 90's music all night. And stop talking on the damn mic cutting up my jam (ahh 9's lingo oh well)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know what your saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;you sound like your trapped in a damn closet talking into a styrophone cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fights&lt;/span&gt;- Most fights occur when niggas can't hold their liquor. When yall start fighting you mess up my night because I have to run for cover..lol and so is everyone else, so we all end up tripping over each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make matters worse a girl and guy got into a fight at this particular club, are you kidding me???? That was a straight bitch move and I hope the bouncers got it in with the guy. All I want to say is if you think you may fight count to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; and walk away. Your not a punk your just smarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt;- Its so weird I don't want to see guys in white tees but at the same time I don't want to see u in a collared shirt. I swear all the guys looked like they just came from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No type of style going on. There are so many wack nigs in the club. Its not your fault you have to wear hardbottoms and a collar but come on get it together. No I don't want you, but I always like to see eye candy. The girls do it up so won't you give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where is everyone going?&lt;/span&gt;-  Stop effing moving, where are you going. I can't even get a real dub in cause a B is bumping me or touching my back, trying to go where? I don't know.. Yet again, where are you going? I feel like I'm on a human carousel that won't stop..haha. Of course you don't have to stay in one spot but why is this the 25th time your passing me. Nothing  has changed within the last 5 minutes. The bar is still in the back and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm still standing here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for ranting but it just pissed me off. I'm not giving up on the club plus I don't club as much as I did years ago so I know its different and maybe my expectations are just greater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, until later babes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5061246832694845709?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5061246832694845709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5061246832694845709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5061246832694845709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5061246832694845709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-club.html' title='In The Club'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SN6q1qSsWUI/AAAAAAAAABg/3OBZRYAzPws/s72-c/v21XUt_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7687987198660205817</id><published>2008-09-22T21:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:32:59.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is where her night started</title><content type='html'>J-Weezy look at what I found. While perusing through myspace I found the girl who was laid out and low and behold I found out how her night was...lol. I think she came to the place alone, she had too. There were more pics but I didn't want to expose her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SNhG_csBOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/vfq8mRGtydc/s320/gilllll2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023421546838306" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SNhGn89Os9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/5vI6OaEj8NM/s320/gillllll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249023017892099026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7687987198660205817?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7687987198660205817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7687987198660205817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7687987198660205817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7687987198660205817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-this-is-where-her-night-started.html' title='So this is where her night started'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SNhG_csBOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/vfq8mRGtydc/s72-c/gilllll2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-3110785910551640028</id><published>2008-09-19T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:54:51.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Buffoonery- Get THE F*CK UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/34/l_38acaab86432458ca74d03ecc584bdda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/34/l_38acaab86432458ca74d03ecc584bdda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you kidding me right now? Are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F*ck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;2. Where are your friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did you have so much to drink?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are there ppl standing around and dancing and not helping you up?&lt;br /&gt;5. I hope you don't have any kids&lt;br /&gt;6. Where are your shoes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-3110785910551640028?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3110785910551640028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=3110785910551640028&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3110785910551640028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3110785910551640028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/pure-buffoonery-get-fck-up.html' title='Pure Buffoonery- Get THE F*CK UP!'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5425858807709260219</id><published>2008-09-11T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:23:25.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Has Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt; J-Weezy it has been a minute. So long, that I forgot my damn password lol. What a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on with me? I finally moved into my apt in Williesburger. I'm free yalll!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't have any damn furniture just my big ass tv, bed and a fold up chair..haha. But I'm going to hook it up and when I do I will def be posting pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lil young thang ( i got some age on him) the beginning of August. Things were cool for the most part and he was cute with a nice whip and he seemed to be into me but now he did a disappearing act and I haven't had any contact with him since Friday, like wtf. I dont know about him now, so that is up in there. But they always come back with a bs an excuse don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the prowl but while I'm home alone I'm thinking about figuring myself out and being happy. Having no one to talk to gives you time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally get cable and internet I will definitely be on here more often. Until later babies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5425858807709260219?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5425858807709260219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5425858807709260219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5425858807709260219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5425858807709260219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-has-happened.html' title='So Much Has Happened'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7755492929517775234</id><published>2008-09-08T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:25:30.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/sb10063961a-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=318D644E4D78617AE5001619F5295E697AEC44818F69F5F2E30A760B0D811297"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache1.asset-cache.net/xc/sb10063961a-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=318D644E4D78617AE5001619F5295E697AEC44818F69F5F2E30A760B0D811297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have writers block, I don't really have anything to blog about except that its Monday again and its back to the daily grind of making it through work and staying positive about being cooped up in a cubicle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is just another thing I can add to my list I need to do, but overall so far so good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone watch the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;VMA's&lt;/span&gt; last night. That ish was wack, I hate when the performers don't perform on the main stage, idk it takes away from the energy, I like to see how the audience and other celebs react to it all. Rihanna looked fab as usual and Pink did her thing, other than that..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;womp womp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Brittney Spears should have performed last night to redeem herself from her horrid attempt last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7755492929517775234?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7755492929517775234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7755492929517775234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7755492929517775234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7755492929517775234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-minute.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Minute'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-8462036718855435780</id><published>2008-08-18T08:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:16:31.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Planes From Hell</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I went away with one of my good friend's to Orlando for her mom's 50th birthday celebration. The party was really nice and I enjoyed myself, but getting there was the worse...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plane was schedule to leave on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now the weather started acting a mess rain, thunder, lightning so we expected delays. So my moms checks Jet Blue's schedule and they said the flight was pushed back to 8:30pm, ok cool. So we get to the airport at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;7:oopm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now this is when the bullshit starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.gordonforburbank.com/pictures/jetblue2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight gets pushed back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ok we're still in chill mode. Then it gets pushed back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ok fine. Me and my girl got happy juice (yup in the airport straight drunks..lol) so that holds us up for a minute. They change our gate so we make a move there. Everyone is a big annoyed now. Flight pushes back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;11p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;11:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Mind you the person at the desk isn't telling us shit, just sitting there looking dumb. The only way you knew anything is if you personally went up there and asked him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THen the flight gets pushed back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5am, 5am I repeat. WTF!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They hand out blankets and juice and bullshit ass crackers. I don't know what I would've done if I was alone I was annoyed and wanted to sleep. I have never been in the airport so long. We still keeping our composure then these numnuts tell us the flight is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cancelled hold up, I know that is not what I am reading. I have been in the airport damn near 10 hours and they tell us the shit is cancelled, where's my gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we get on line to get our money back while we wait some Jet Blue workers come and say "What flight are you cancelling?" I reply "Flight 43". The man says "Oh we have rebooked it for 6am, get your boarding pass". YIPPEEEE.!!!! We dont get to miss DKH's moms birthday. ONCE WE BOARD WE'VE BEEN IN THE AIRPORT FOR 12 HOURS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RETURN FLIGHT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took delta back and for the most part we were doing well. We got to JFK early about 30 minutes early, however we couldn't land. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So we were in a holding area in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...lol. When the captain made that announcement I thought it was so funny. So we circling the sky for a good &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...arghhhh. Then we land only to not have a gate to park in. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HOW EFFING NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....not. So now we take a tour via airplane of JFK airport. Never did that before. We end up at some deserted runway which looked suspect ass hell and ended up staying there for another 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we get a gate but the plane is too damn big and the captain can't manually park himself. So we have to get towed into the gate which takes another 20 minutes. Finally we get off the airplane and ppl are taking forever to get off. LIke damn didn't you know at some point u had to have your shit packed why wait until 50 ppl are standing behind you.. Arghh some ppl are so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm home now, I never thought that was going to happen but I'm here. God Bless!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-8462036718855435780?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8462036718855435780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=8462036718855435780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8462036718855435780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8462036718855435780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/planes-from-hell.html' title='The Planes From Hell'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6553866696569126311</id><published>2008-08-11T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:47:51.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got A New Boo In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/80670643.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193CE41B024AE96D64DF701424A362C4F855A5397277B4DC33E"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/80670643.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193CE41B024AE96D64DF701424A362C4F855A5397277B4DC33E" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Collen Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...lol..haha. Not only did he just win the gold medal in the  4x100 relay Sunday and set a new world record (making him the 2nd African American to win gold in swimming),  he has a non-profit to help minority children learn how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hes tall (6'5) , has a nice body, and gives back to the community...ahh shucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-6553866696569126311?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6553866696569126311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=6553866696569126311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6553866696569126311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6553866696569126311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-new-boo-in-my-life.html' title='Got A New Boo In My Life'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1714618271398267176</id><published>2008-08-05T19:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:02:58.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Them As A Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/shows/lukes_parental_advisory/cast/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/shows/lukes_parental_advisory/cast/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching Luke's new show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Parental Advisory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on VH1 I decided to give it a thumbs up. His fiancee Kristin is 27 years old is doing the damn thing. . She is well educated and seems like a good match for him. She is well rounded but yet she helps him with his porn empire (what man wouldn't like that). I like her and I rarely like these dumb ass reality people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ladies you never know who you might fall head over heels for, that goes for the guys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they stay together cause you know what happened with Nick and Jessica, Dave and Electra. Sometimes these reality show couples don't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1714618271398267176?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1714618271398267176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1714618271398267176&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1714618271398267176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1714618271398267176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-them-as-couple.html' title='I Like Them As A Couple'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7504886494376101673</id><published>2008-08-04T12:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:08:48.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Jamaican &amp; Cranberry Juice</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer- (1) Identities have been masked to protect the innocent (2) I am a Jamaican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SJcwLWLqPSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZiUGGRdPR9k/s1600-h/jacunto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230702463705300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SJcwLWLqPSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZiUGGRdPR9k/s400/jacunto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Saturday night I attended an all white affair bbq bday celebration. All and all it was a great time with good friends, drinks and dancing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all was going fine until I got into it with this short lil Jamaican guy. Basically him and his other Jamaican homies had a bottle of liquor on the floor and some cups full of juice or alcohol on the FLOOR, like they were in a real club, just standing around the shit...anyway, I don't see the juice as I'm walking by and knock it over, which annoyed me because why the f do you have a cup of juice on the floor in the middle of where everyone is walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then this short cunt comes up to me in his Jamaican accent and says &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You drunk.... you look likyah drunk"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm caught of guard like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Huh, are you DRUNK?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he repeats himself like he didn't hear me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" you look likyah drunk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then he gave me the rude boy pose just looking at me so I ignore his ass and he goes to the "bartender" (who happened to be my friend regulating the liquor) to ask for juice. I see that and I'm like hell no , so I wave to my friend and was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't give him nothing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sees this and it infuriates him so he comes to me and says &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Aye, what happened to you, me can go buy me own cranberry juice"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and at this time I'm dancing looking at him and give him a smile like he is crazy cause I wasn't trying to have him mess up my fun and then I hear him saying to the people he came with&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What happened to this lil' idiot gal here she don't know me can go buy me own cranberry juice". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, which was hella funny to me not only because of his lil stature but because he got so angry about the cranberry juice. Anyways end of the story is he rants and raves and storms out the bbq.....stupid rass cunt....Lesson learned, don't mess with a lil angry Jamaican guy and his cranberry juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7504886494376101673?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7504886494376101673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7504886494376101673&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7504886494376101673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7504886494376101673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-jamaican-cranberry-juice.html' title='A Short Jamaican &amp; Cranberry Juice'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SJcwLWLqPSI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZiUGGRdPR9k/s72-c/jacunto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1371443251344956207</id><published>2008-07-29T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:12:27.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Gone For A Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ember999.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/toothache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ember999.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/toothache.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got my tooth pulled on Saturday and my whole grill was numb. I mean that had nothing to do with my typing skills lol... but I've just been in an aggy mood cause some of the right side of my face is swollen and I can't eat the way I want. But then again I have to lose 20 lbs by December so that may be a good thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just been working hard and doing the damn thing. One of my good friend's 25th B'day Celebration is coming up this Saturday so hopefully we snap some cute pics for all to see. She got a theme too, "All White", you know we can't end the summer without an all white affair...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what's poppin... I'll be back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1371443251344956207?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1371443251344956207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1371443251344956207&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1371443251344956207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1371443251344956207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-gone-for-minute.html' title='Been Gone For A Minute'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5325256016821061114</id><published>2008-07-23T13:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:40:34.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>79CENTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..any one who knows ME, knows I love Mexican food. There is this spot where I work called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baha&lt;/span&gt; Fresh..if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know, now you do.. To me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; is off the chain. I really order like 2 things but its fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good price. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enchiladas&lt;/span&gt; are as equally gratifying as sex ...yeah I said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had some Taco Bell just now and did you know them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mofo's&lt;/span&gt; got a 79cent 89cent and 99cent MENU! say word. They got some nacho shit smothered in cheese, that red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt; and beans for 79&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fingcents&lt;/span&gt;...you don't have to tell me twice. I think I'm about to get addicted to this shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5325256016821061114?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5325256016821061114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5325256016821061114&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5325256016821061114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5325256016821061114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/79cents.html' title='79CENTS!'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7997367990379662120</id><published>2008-07-23T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:39:39.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass Is Always Greener</title><content type='html'>Can you relate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have one thing you want another? or when one person is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"main event"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in your life you are looking at the sidelines wanting the &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sub"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to come in? And when the "sub" comes in to play you looking at your "main event" like no I want you back in the game..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a fickle person. Sometimes I can't make up my mind about the smallest thing, its ridiculous. When I make a decision I always second guess myself and wonder if I should of chose the other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sickness? Is this normal? So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right , lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever supposed to be content with anything in my life when I am always wanting and wishing for something else or something more...sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7997367990379662120?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7997367990379662120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7997367990379662120&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7997367990379662120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7997367990379662120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/grass-is-always-greener.html' title='Grass Is Always Greener'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-3625676377651833295</id><published>2008-07-22T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:16:13.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn I'm Losing Again</title><content type='html'>So I go on a diet or "heath lifestyle" change about every other month...haha. Im not a big girl but I just like to be in shape. When I was college I was a small lil thing but 3 years later its a bit of a different story. I stay motivated for a bout 3 weeks then I go back to my normal eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But a change gone come:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a bet with my &lt;strong&gt;ex-boo&lt;/strong&gt;(long story with him, maybe one day I'll touch on that) that I have to lose &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; lbs&lt;/span&gt; by Dec 20th. If not I have to give him 50 bucks and take him on a date to wherever he wants to go. If I do loose the weight he has to do it for me. But now Im thinking that my french fry eating ass shouldve upped the bet and asked for something like a trip somewhere.. DAMMIT man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the issue is my moms and some of my friends think that 20 lbs is too much weight for me to lose. My moms said 10 lbs would be good or I will look strung out. I remember when I was in school my pops swore I had an eating disorder. No I love food too much to stop eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I have to make it. I can't let him beat me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anyone has any tips on helping me reach my goal please let me know, any little bit helps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-3625676377651833295?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3625676377651833295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=3625676377651833295&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3625676377651833295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3625676377651833295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-im-losing-again.html' title='Damn I&apos;m Losing Again'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2319462332600938793</id><published>2008-07-21T16:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:41:16.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Question: Is This Sexy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alltheparties.com/system/party/6197/28731/KLhLkb_large.jpg?1216474590"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.alltheparties.com/system/party/6197/28731/KLhLkb_large.jpg?1216474590" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I went to a party the other day and saw this guy there (exhibit A above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw him he had his sweater buttoned up but you could see the tattoos on his neck a little. But he must of wanted to get sexy for the camera and did a on the spot photoshoot before I left..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love some tattoos and all but WOW this is a bit much no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, is this sexy? I mean it shows that he has a lot of tolerance for pain but also maybe crazy? I'm not sure. Its very creative and makes me wonder what kind of job he has cause I know he not walking around Goldman Sachs like that..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, Ladies - Does all this ink make this dude sexy? Would you holler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make up my mind yet, I need some more time to ponder....hmmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2319462332600938793?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2319462332600938793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2319462332600938793&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2319462332600938793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2319462332600938793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/question-is-this-sexy.html' title='Question: Is This Sexy?'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7499670755999763416</id><published>2008-07-20T20:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:54:02.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Man on Earth'/><title type='text'>If He Was The Last Man On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SIPckMcNrsI/AAAAAAAAABI/I6RATBp_znY/s1600-h/t-wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SIPckMcNrsI/AAAAAAAAABI/I6RATBp_znY/s400/t-wayne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225262507052871362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Which one would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You have to reproduce with one of them. Remember, there is no running water, electricity, their money means nothing and the world is in ruins. So he would ultimately be your future baby father.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a tough call for me. I don't like to call anyone ugly cause you can find beauty in anyone and anything. I personally wouldn't date either but I am pretty sure there are thousands of girls who would differ.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I was the last woman on earth and I had to choose between T-Pain or Lil Wayne as my King, I would have to go with Weezy. He already has the tribal marks so we already have a head start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7499670755999763416?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7499670755999763416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7499670755999763416&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7499670755999763416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7499670755999763416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-he-was-last-man-on-earth.html' title='If He Was The Last Man On Earth'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SIPckMcNrsI/AAAAAAAAABI/I6RATBp_znY/s72-c/t-wayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5513118736741663420</id><published>2008-07-15T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:14:03.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Gots To Be A Better Way</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here at work once again wondering why I am here. I mean I know I'm here "to make a living", you know "get a check" blah blah blah but really why the hell am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work that I do here in 5 days I can really do in 1 or 2! but I have to stretch it out and appear to be busy cause that's what everyone else is doing. But wtf! really, why do I have to sit here and pretend to do work? or do work that is stupid and that I have no interest in??? I work in a tight lace corporate America environment, most people here have kids and spouses and its like they live their life to work. They wake up and go to work, hardly see their families, they don't have anytime for themselves to do the things they want, they get 2 measly days a week to relax and really we all know Sundays aren't that relaxing because all you are doing is thinking about having to go back to work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am very blessed to have a job when so many people out there are looking for work but on some real shit, life is not meant (let me talk for myself) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not meant to be toiling behind a computer pretending to do nothing. There has to be a better way! I don't want to work the best years of my life away. I will not be here much longer, you can bet the ranch on that one. I refuse to go out like that. Lil Mama loves her life now but I know I am destined for much more. So my possible escape routes that I have been plotting have been through entrepreneurship (&lt;a href="http://www.empressmag.com/"&gt;Empressmag.com&lt;/a&gt;) and investing in Real Estate, none of the escape routes are even close to being usable but I am planting the seeds for them so that one day I can rely on these two things to set me free from this cubicle hell hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one else out there feel like me? And if you do, what steps are you taking to free yourself from the "rat race"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5513118736741663420?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5513118736741663420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5513118736741663420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5513118736741663420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5513118736741663420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/gots-to-be-better-way.html' title='Gots To Be A Better Way'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5016956287217518349</id><published>2008-07-15T11:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:03:53.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.birdsasart.com/Hippo-Yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand" height="396" alt="" src="http://www.birdsasart.com/Hippo-Yawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I guess I'll share another encounter with the guy who made me vomit in my mouth, I'm keeping it short though. Its not good to focus on dumb things lol. I don't know why I pick up the phone or even call sometimes. I think it's straight boredom. One of those nights where you're tired and you cant go to sleep and you basically have nothing to do with your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywho:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking through text and the conversation wasn't going well so he said call. So I did and he is very agressive on the phone at first, "you dont want to f*ck with me anymore, what kind of shit is that..blah blah". Well I didn't know we were item... wtf I just got bored writing this, I'm a mess...lol. I'll have to continue another time. This shows you how much he matters in the spectrum of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note: This is so far left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abu Dhabi a nation within United Arab Emirates now has a 90 percent stake in the Chrysler building. They are building so fast out there they will have a Guggeheim Museum wtf!, a NYU campus, they may have the world's most expensive hotel at 3 billion dollars and ppl my age (21- 30) make around 180,000 US dollars tax free. Why? you may ask, because they sit on 10% of the world's oil. Look at how much you can learn if you watch the Today show for 2 mins in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So do I move to Abu Dhabi and start anew or sit here making crumbs for 8 hours a day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5016956287217518349?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5016956287217518349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5016956287217518349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5016956287217518349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5016956287217518349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/yet-again.html' title='Yet Again...'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-8387438522315214117</id><published>2008-07-11T13:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:28:03.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer This?</title><content type='html'>- If you could choose between "good" dick on an ok man and a great man with an "ok" dick who would you pick? (you have to choose one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you could choose between a career that paid you enough to live simply (budgets, coupon cutting and all) but was exciting and a career that paid you enough to buy and go whatever and wherever you desire but was boring which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you rather be married to a poor man who provided you with pure love and consistency or married to a rich man that provided you with security and adventure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-8387438522315214117?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8387438522315214117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=8387438522315214117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8387438522315214117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/8387438522315214117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/answer-this.html' title='Answer This?'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-380145557304557292</id><published>2008-07-10T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:11:10.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/kiri-davis-film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/kiri-davis-film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/kiri-davis-film.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; That it is hard as hell to Blog at work. Why the hell can’t the Blogger dashboard look like an excel sheet lol. I have to close my window so much because a coworker or my manager is always on the creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; That you won’t always do what people want you to do. Your human you’re going to do things that may seem wrong to others but who cares at the end of the day, you have to do you. Everyone will always have something to say but I’m finally coming to a point in my life where I actually don’t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. That I get annoyed easily. Not mad or upset but annoyed. Annoyed at the fact that men don’t give up their seat for woman on the train, that my sisters always get the same weave (damn can I see yall in a different length one day, surprise me). Annoyed that I have to wake up 7:05 in the morning 5 days out the week, then at 7:30am on Saturdays to get my hair done just to leave at 6pm, or if I do it myself it takes 2 ½ hours of blood sweat and tears. Annoyed that people talk when obviously I’m not listening. I can go on for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; That one day my apartment will be finished and I can finally move in. I’ve been trying to move in since March but management companies are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; That I love those who love me. I have a good family, a fly ass crew and one day I’ll have a mate that will adore me. Sometimes I think he only exists in my dreams but one day he’ll appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; People get out of pocket and you need to put them in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I need to hit up South Beach before the year is over. Ooh how I love that damn place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-380145557304557292?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/380145557304557292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=380145557304557292&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/380145557304557292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/380145557304557292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-realized.html' title='I Realized...'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1306428011641047547</id><published>2008-07-07T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:00:53.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th / I Love Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So July 4th took off. At first i was a bit nervous about where I would end up but everything turned out ok. On Saturday we even crashed a bbq. Suprisingly, I never did that before and I was a bit nervous. Shoot, ppl in Brooklyn are crazy and people get shot for less. But it was cool. Then another bbq we went to got shutdown by the 'jump out boys' and they took all the liquor. So you know the bbq was definitely over for me when that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.vh1.com/files/2008/05/ilm_promo_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.vh1.com/files/2008/05/ilm_promo_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VH1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;needs to stop! I Love Money was wack to me. The funniest part was when Midget Mac's dumb ass couldn't get off the boat. That was hilarious, I was really wondering who the hell was going to get him. I'm just tired of these hasbins trying to stay in the spotlight and why is Hoopz so diesel. Her body is nice but she looks like she'll knock a nig out. I didn't like the way Midget Mac attacked her calling her a ho' and all, mad disrespectful. You have daughters jerk take it easy and you have a baby mother too. Talking about you spending 50g's on the strippers lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1306428011641047547?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1306428011641047547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1306428011641047547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1306428011641047547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1306428011641047547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th-i-love-money.html' title='July 4th / I Love Money'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-4919429660298901414</id><published>2008-07-02T09:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:46:41.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSHBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Pics From Itallian Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of our dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/cimg1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/cimg1376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dish- Casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/cimg1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/cimg1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha Sha's Dish- Chicken Marsala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/cimg1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of us about to get our grub on, everyone has the serious face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407485998210850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB9dApnyI/AAAAAAAAABw/cYYK8xutI8k/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn son theres enough for everybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB9rivAsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yPKA1WhioNU/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407489899266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB9rivAsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yPKA1WhioNU/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Full?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB9lG_PXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Oh9iZbIke8Q/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407488172277106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB9lG_PXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Oh9iZbIke8Q/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB96H8vSI/AAAAAAAAACI/ROySiLo6h-4/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407493813452066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB96H8vSI/AAAAAAAAACI/ROySiLo6h-4/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still cute though&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDJVo1bdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TuWikIwfl8c/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408789689331154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDJVo1bdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TuWikIwfl8c/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha Sha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDJpG_5FI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3B1L_NFKF0/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408794916119634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDJpG_5FI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3B1L_NFKF0/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what happens when you mix tequilla with white wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDJ_7GKDI/AAAAAAAAACg/rI_AEf--Yms/s1600-h/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408801040214066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDJ_7GKDI/AAAAAAAAACg/rI_AEf--Yms/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You start posing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408802703648178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDKGHsJbI/AAAAAAAAACo/NY2qiqYZ-cc/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goddammit somone help me up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuF3gZMdbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U_rNCq7nHDc/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411781873759666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuF3gZMdbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U_rNCq7nHDc/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we still manage to vogue it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDKcsm7vI/AAAAAAAAACw/d9-VvmCHq68/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408808764075762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuDKcsm7vI/AAAAAAAAACw/d9-VvmCHq68/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-4919429660298901414?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4919429660298901414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=4919429660298901414&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4919429660298901414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/4919429660298901414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/pics-from-itallian-night.html' title='Pics From Itallian Night'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGuB9dApnyI/AAAAAAAAABw/cYYK8xutI8k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5994108922515867610</id><published>2008-07-01T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:53:45.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Sister'/><title type='text'>Lil Sister Moments</title><content type='html'>My liltles sister is only 11 years old yet she has a blackberry curve, her own lab top and a social life that is more poppin that mines. Not only is she just a fly lil kid but she has a 95 average at the honors juinior high school she attends and is President of the Junior Beta club. She dances and swims competitively and she is funny as hell. I just can't wait to see the type of woman she becomes and if she is even a fraction of what she is now then the world better watch out. Anywhoo here is a IM convo we had the other day (yes this lil child is on IM, I didn't even know what IM was until I was in highschool...LOL..kids now-a-days) By the way &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN SING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------- 12:26 pm ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: jamila i jus noticed that u and rihanna look alike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: No we dont&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: yes u guys do its not even da hairstyle but da face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: exactly alike adinas at my house and she says da same thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: No way&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: I look like kelis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: adina said u do so let me c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: da only difference is u cant sing lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: u look like both of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: Lol&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: I can sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: lol u r kindin right!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: ur at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: Yes but I am about 2 leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: where r u goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: Out n about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: oh k peace love and sisterhood lol i crack my self up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: bye milla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: jemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: lol&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: By shaina baina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shain3: luv u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jweezy: Love u 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5994108922515867610?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5994108922515867610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5994108922515867610&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5994108922515867610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5994108922515867610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/lil-sister-moments.html' title='Lil Sister Moments'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7746292414243375553</id><published>2008-07-01T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:40:06.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empressmag.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>New Articles On Empressmag.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2008/06/30/hes-just-not-that-into-youreally/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He’s Just Not That Into You…Really!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2008/06/30/10-easy-and-natural-ways-to-get-rid-of-acne/"&gt;10 Easy and Natural Ways to Get Rid of Acne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2008/06/29/accept-it-and-know-what-to-do-with-it/"&gt;Accept It and Know What To Do With It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7746292414243375553?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7746292414243375553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7746292414243375553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7746292414243375553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7746292414243375553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-articles-on-empressmagcom.html' title='New Articles On Empressmag.com'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5334976990243523672</id><published>2008-07-01T09:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:03:23.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Dating Story 1: Vomit In My Mouth</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am single and boy do I have some stories to tell but thats another day. So recently I've been talking to this one guy, I met him through J-weezy's boyfriend (his crew and me, a whole 'nother story as well..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and this guy, lets call him Jamal, have been on two dates. I won't front I enjoyed myself but there were no vibes. Meaning he was someone cool to hang out nothing more nothing less. My friends kept saying give him a chance, cause to be honest from the jump I wasnt really feeling him. But hey I dont have a man, Im hungry so why not fill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this sentence is where it all went downhill, "I want to lick you all over". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXCUSE ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Who the F are you talking to? Now I have been "nice", hardly drunk and I know better than to text while drinking. So on a drunken night he texts me that. First that just showed me you can't 'hold your liquor', man up. Secondly, you have no control. Like ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him know it made me feel uncomfortable and not to do it anymore, but then this ass did it again. It turned me off so much I believe I vomited in my mouth. He sealed his future with me, meaning there was no future. So the hunt for my boo continues ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5334976990243523672?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5334976990243523672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5334976990243523672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5334976990243523672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5334976990243523672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/dating-story-1-vomit-in-my-mouth.html' title='Dating Story 1: Vomit In My Mouth'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-200251795080281921</id><published>2008-06-26T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:30:35.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empress: Why we Stand by It Why we LIVE by IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaleia&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I do not follow the tarot card thing but people always ask us why we use and revere the word Empress. Well its for many reasons, and you will find out more and more as we post and share our stories but the Empress tarot card is mother figure of the tarot card deck. To us Empress means all things and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, its what we are as women rulers of this earth. We command love, power &amp;amp; respect in all things we do. We give life and meaning to all things we encounter. Empress is not a mere label, its a way of life, its how you carry yourself, ruler of an empire. The Empress tarot card is just one example of the power of what Empress means to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-Empress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-Empress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction to the Empress&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tarot Card Meanings:&lt;/strong&gt;The mother figure of the Tarot deck, the Empress Tarot card meanings are all about love, abundance, nurturing, and pleasure. When we observe the card we see elements of nature - all exploding on the card - the Empress brings about the flood of growth and is the epitome of abundance. She reminds us that there is always enough for everyone to enjoy. There is no shortage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-EmpressShield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="194" alt="" src="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-EmpressShield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shield:&lt;/strong&gt; The Empress abides by one motto: "From love I do come, from love I do go" and her shield is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;testament&lt;/span&gt; to this creed. The Empress knows (as we all should) that when we enter all situations with the shield of love, we are always protected. When we envelope ourselves with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;force-field of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there is no need for fear. The shield is a paradox - we think of protection - yet the emblem of love (Venus, a heart) is pictured on the shield. The paradox is that where there is love there is instant protection, yet to love also requires our vulnerability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-EmpressWater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="279" alt="" src="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-EmpressWater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterfall:&lt;/strong&gt; Water is a universal sign of motion, emotion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abundance&lt;/span&gt;, and also gives the reader a concept of abundance as it is usually depicted on the card in the form of a waterfall. This symbol expresses the ability of the Empress to open up her intuitive resources and allow abundance to flow through her freely. Consider the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; rush of a waterfall - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expansive and powerful - even a little frightening as it crashes against the rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The waterfall is a reminder that with tranquility also comes extreme force - we must be mindful of our capacity to love and create - as well as our ability to hate and destroy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-EmpressWheat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="659" alt="" src="http://www.tarotteachings.com/images/3-EmpressWheat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheat:&lt;/strong&gt; Wheat is a universal sign for nourishment. With it comes the association of harvest. This symbol is a profound expression of the Empress in her nurturing glory. She assures that all the elements are in place so that growth occurs, and bounty is harvested. She also reminds us that the seeds we sow are in direct relation to the harvest we shall reap. The wheat is also a symbol of a process - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a time to sow, a time to grow and a time to pick the fruits of our labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Empress is keenly aware of time and the part it plays in manifesting our desires. Let the wheat be a symbol to us that our desires are not usually on "microwave time" (press a button &amp;amp; it's done). In short, it takes time to see the process of our desire unfold into our reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-200251795080281921?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/200251795080281921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=200251795080281921&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/200251795080281921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/200251795080281921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/empress-why-we-stand-by-it-why-we-live.html' title='Empress: Why we Stand by It Why we LIVE by IT'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2972940527210365483</id><published>2008-06-26T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:54:18.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Cabs Drivers Can Suck A C*ck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/DGV/DGV028/1791001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/DGV/DGV028/1791001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I'm not talking about all yellow cab drivers but most of the ones in NYC are assholes who have no respect for other drivers or people on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving minding my business going to work this morning (about 1hr late, but that's besides the point) and this cock of a yellow cab driver just comes over in my lane without looking so my right side bumber and his left back bumper meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rass has the nerve to look at me like I caused the accident. So I'm yelling at him like "Why the f' didn't you look before you change lanes, pull the f' over".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls over and gets out of his cab acting as if he doesn't know what is going on. I ask him more calmly why he didn't look before he changed lanes and I tell him I need his info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those who know my car know that old Betsie has been through a lot, I have a couple dents here and there, a bunch of scratch marks and my hood is not the same black color as the rest of my car (but again that's neither here nor there, I digress). That does not mean my baby should get disrespected and scratched up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only visible signs of my car from his cab was yellow paint which all together isn't that bad because I can always use a buffer to get it out. But I was still pissed. I also realized that I didn't have time to stand and argue with this man over something that wasn't that serious, I didn't feel like calling the cops to do a police report or getting insurance involved so I made him admit it was his fault (cause at first he said it was mines) before I drove off. Anywho the point is yellow cab drivers can suck cocks, they drive as if they own the streets and now they are trying to take over my Brooklyn streets. All I know is that he is lucky that wasn't my future range rover or benzino, ooh girl we would of had problems. But its all good, things could of been worst and I made it to work late but safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2972940527210365483?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2972940527210365483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2972940527210365483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2972940527210365483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2972940527210365483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellow-cabs-drivers-can-suck-cck.html' title='Yellow Cabs Drivers Can Suck A C*ck'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-627061551761396021</id><published>2008-06-25T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:04:45.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Borrowers</title><content type='html'>I'm tired but I can't sleep, whats new. So I decided to sip on some jesus juice and watch tv. I'm watching this new show on NBC called "Baby Borrowers" where teenage couples get a taste of what it is like to have a child. Will it make them or break them?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all why the hell do you want to have a baby so young. Do they really want a taste of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.hboasia.com/images/posters/378x195/bebes_kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what its like to be a young mother? Then they should've grown up with my ass. I have 6 nieces and nephews and they started appearing...lol... when I was 11. Imagine sharing a room with 2 sisters and a baby, oh my. My older sis had her first child at 18 so I saw first hand what the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;struggles were being a young single parent. And boy did it teach me a lesson. I dont want no damn kids anytime soon. They don't listen, they cry, they talk back, they wine, they walk slow, they cost money and I can't bring them to the club with me. When I'm ready, I'll have them but for now mama needs to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Y'all heard about those donkeys in Massachuessetts who made a pact to get pregnant together. I don't know how true it is but they are surely going to get what they asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-627061551761396021?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/627061551761396021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=627061551761396021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/627061551761396021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/627061551761396021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-borrowers.html' title='Baby Borrowers'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-5910441831191746542</id><published>2008-06-25T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:54:04.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JWeezy'/><title type='text'>The Two Sides of Jweezy: Sample Argument</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGKhi1mreQI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wz4cBT0tquA/s1600-h/mecrazy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215908938325391618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGKhi1mreQI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wz4cBT0tquA/s400/mecrazy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Positive Jweezy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life, I am truly blessed. I have great friends, a man that loves me really loves me, great health, a supportive mom, an awesome lil sis, I own my own place and am about to own another, a job that pays the bills, I can go on for ever but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The I don't care I want what I want now Jweezy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to sit in this dumb ass cubicle from 9am to 5pm and pretend to do work that I can do in 1hour, why do I have to smile at my stupid co-workers when they pass me in the hallway, why do I have to do work that don't really mean ish at the end of the day, urgh! It's so nice outside, I want to be free, I want to be in another country backpacking and seeing something new, I want to be on South Beach with Superman or Call a Cab in my hand , a large one! (wet willies drink, for those that don't know), I want to sleep until I feel like getting up, I want to do something everyday that makes me happy. You know they say the goal in life is not to be happy but to find something meaningful to do , to not be bored. I just don't want to be bored. Im 25, these are the best years of my life, I don't want to waste them in this GOD DAMN CUBICLE! dlkfwdknsdfk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Positive Jweezy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and think about things, are you really wasting your life? Stop being so dramatic. Everything you have ever done has lead you up to where you are at this very moment. This job you hate so much has allowed you to own you own property, B! you about to own another, ish aint that bad obviously because if it was you would find a way to quit, move on , escape. Some people don't even have jobs or a career, don't even have a place to call their own. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The I don't care I want what I want now Jweezy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Life is good but Life is short, too short to be stuck in this cubicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Positive Jweezy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O shut the F up, find the everyday joy's in life now, you don't have to wait to quit your job to do it. Happiness isn't a place or a setting, its a state of mind. Learn to work with what you got. The universe is perfect, it is cause your exactly where you need to be at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The I don't care I want what I want now Jweezy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH, ok ok you won this time miss goodie two shoes...but I'll be back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-5910441831191746542?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5910441831191746542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=5910441831191746542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5910441831191746542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/5910441831191746542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-sides-of-jweezy-sample-argument.html' title='The Two Sides of Jweezy: Sample Argument'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGKhi1mreQI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wz4cBT0tquA/s72-c/mecrazy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7599392286510307790</id><published>2008-06-24T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:22:22.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times At Douglass High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/media/photo/2004-05/12645257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.baltimoresun.com/media/photo/2004-05/12645257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so I have cable with HBO.. I'm not bragging but I do..lol. Which allows me to catch some great documentaries, cause you know HBO is Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho last night I watched "Hard Times at Douglass High..." and it was good. It documented kids from an inner city high school in Baltimore and the many challenges they faced. At first it just felt like these kids didn't give an F. Well let me not say that, cause with parents, motivation and a sense of worth any kid can make it. But these kids were just trying to survive. There were 17 yr old ninth graders, kids who played in the hallway and almost every girl they spoke to had a baby. I was at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part that really got to me was when the basketball team lost their championship game (or some important game) and the team captain went on a rant on why kids sell drugs or play ball. That the man is just setting them up to fail, that they will end up spending their lives in prison. Yes, I do feel school systems in the inner city are definitely not equal to the school systems in the suburbs but when do you start taking responsiblility for your own actions. When do these kids stop blaming other ppl for why they are 30 in the 10th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first instinct was to feel sorry for the teens and I could empathize with a few of the kids they showed. There weren't many books for them to use, the school was understaffed and most teachers weren't certified. But then I got a second wind and my view changed. I couldn't feel bad for them after a while. In life you have choices and you are the only controller of your destiny. So if you want to act like an ass in the hallway instead of sitting in class learning something, so that maybe one day you can make something of yourself, thats your fault. If you think a wicked jumpshot or selling crack is going to get you the hood, then you need to get a life. The man is never going to root for you, cause its easy to keep you down, so don't let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to run through the school with a belt acting a fool cause they were BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn more here &lt;a href="http://www.videoverite.tv/pages/filmsmain.html"&gt;http://www.videoverite.tv/pages/filmsmain.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7599392286510307790?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7599392286510307790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7599392286510307790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7599392286510307790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7599392286510307790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/hard-times-at-douglass-high.html' title='Hard Times At Douglass High'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6156427430184249389</id><published>2008-06-23T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:32:48.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O yeah- Postings Coming Soon On Italian Night With The Girls</title><content type='html'>We are going to be posting the pics and run down of Itallian Night this past Saturday. We hads lots of food, lots of fun and lots of DRINKS!!! We didn't leave our homie Dag's house till 4:30am...smh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-6156427430184249389?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6156427430184249389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=6156427430184249389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6156427430184249389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6156427430184249389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-yeah-postings-coming-soon-on-italian.html' title='O yeah- Postings Coming Soon On Italian Night With The Girls'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-9200502361355591990</id><published>2008-06-23T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:24:50.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Enjoy Being FREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/singlegal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/singlegal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so in Sha Sha's last post she talked about hanging out with her friends and talking to them about being single and how the most of them had boyfriends....Yup you guessed it, I was one of those friends telling her to enjoy her single life. Basically I have been dating my boo, man, other half for 6 years, yes you read that right, 6 YEARS! lol (we had a few breakups in that time but for the most part have been together). We met freshman year in college and I didn't know what hit me. Honestly, I was never one of those girls who wanted or needed a man, never understood how people so young could be so serious. So you can imagine how weird I felt being smitten with a dude so young and in my prime ;) - I was only 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now while I don't regret finding love so young I do often have moments of un-clarity such as "What the hell am I doing, I'm too young to be so serious, What else is out there, etc" I have grown out of most of those thoughts as I have matured and have also dated other guys in the time when me and my honey were broken up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nonetheless its is very much different being 25 and single and being 25 in a long term relationship. I tell Sha Sha all the time to enjoy her singledom, to love not having anyone or anything to answer to (not that I do, but when your in a relationship, you have to think about the other persons feelings and be respectful to a certain extent). She can wake up every morning with infinite possibilities of who she will meet, she can go on tons of first dates and get the jitters and butterflies of now knowing what will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dating patterns have been 100% opposite, I have been in a relationship and she has been single for the past 6 years of our friendship. So we both see the good and bad to each side. For the most part, I just want her to be happy being single and to enjoy it because when she does meet "the one" she won't have any regrets or thoughts of "Have I dated enough ppl, I'm too young for this, etc" She will know when she meets "Mr Right" because for her she has dated so many "Mr Wrongs". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-9200502361355591990?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9200502361355591990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=9200502361355591990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/9200502361355591990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/9200502361355591990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoy-being-free.html' title='Enjoy Being FREE!'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6849095959560313852</id><published>2008-06-23T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:18:31.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Articles On Empressmag.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Check em out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/images/love-cheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://empressmag.com/images/love-defending-homepage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/articles/2008/06/23/the-wrap-up-amy-w-women-in-media-spike-lee/"&gt;The WRAP UP /// Amy W., Women In Media, Spike Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-6849095959560313852?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6849095959560313852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=6849095959560313852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6849095959560313852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6849095959560313852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-articles-on-empressmagcom.html' title='New Articles On Empressmag.com'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-3188917722309997547</id><published>2008-06-23T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:09:12.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin It In</title><content type='html'>So I'm single, yeah I know it may be hard to believe but this Diamond Princess doesn't have a man as of yet. So I do what any other single gal do, put myself on the strip and see if I can get any takers haha. But dating hasn't always been fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I was having a convo with a few of my girlfriends (who all have men.. so sometimes we don't relate when it comes to certain things) and they were talking about how happy I should be about having endless possibilities while dating, the butterfly feeling and the freedom to do what I want. Now I have moments when I think of those things but my brain is usually like this " &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when is he going to call, damn the bill is over $50 I hope he don't act up, what does he want from me, no I dont want to go to your house the first time we chill, yes I like attention, why can't he stick to his word, no I don't want to kiss you ppl have diseases in their mouths, was that text meant for me, &lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after the discussion I thought to myself maybe I should just make my dating experience fun. I still got some years in me so why not take advantage of this freedom before I really am locked down. Plus the grass always looks greener on the other side. So let me just handle mines for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-3188917722309997547?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3188917722309997547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=3188917722309997547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3188917722309997547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/3188917722309997547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/gettin-it-in.html' title='Gettin It In'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-726474654876527377</id><published>2008-06-20T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:16:30.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Who Hoooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/80068408.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1933B836CAF14D5D5C86D87B5A1216A3727E30A760B0D811297"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/80068408.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1933B836CAF14D5D5C86D87B5A1216A3727E30A760B0D811297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; but it's Friday and I'm feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gooooddddddd&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; is nice, I don't have to get up early tomorrow and I have a couple events lined up over the weekend that I'm excited about, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. sister recital &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; cooking night with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any special plans this weekend (other than drinking) lol , cause I know how some of yall do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-726474654876527377?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/726474654876527377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=726474654876527377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/726474654876527377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/726474654876527377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-fridaywho-hoooooooooooooo.html' title='Its Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Who Hoooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-7607529266254188785</id><published>2008-06-20T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:59:42.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SFvhwteterI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c0UdfwYC6jg/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214009220569856690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SFvhwteterI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c0UdfwYC6jg/s320/woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm in here, for real this time. I'll be talking about everything from my frustations in the workplace, trying to do this entrepreneurship thing, maturing to great friends irritating me (usually occurs during the morning or midafternoon but it comes with the territory), my dating woos (it goes up and down on any given day), good times and just my unrated, undocumented life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-7607529266254188785?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7607529266254188785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=7607529266254188785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7607529266254188785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/7607529266254188785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time!'/><author><name>Sha Sha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608706529310613646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SGA0ujdlPvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5oPFvYWNRz4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TiDig6dcqF8/SFvhwteterI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c0UdfwYC6jg/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2084729870672135058</id><published>2008-06-19T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:47:24.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note To Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JWeezy'/><title type='text'>Note To Self: Possible Wedding Photographer Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7HiHFdWf6-g/SFqdC83HAVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ms8l9omdy98/s800/0850a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7HiHFdWf6-g/SFqdC83HAVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ms8l9omdy98/s800/0850a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not getting married anytime soon but I think I found the guy that I want to take my wedding photos. Check his blog out &lt;a href="http://lyonswedding.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. His pics are dope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2084729870672135058?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2084729870672135058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2084729870672135058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2084729870672135058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2084729870672135058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/note-to-self-possible-wedding.html' title='Note To Self: Possible Wedding Photographer Found'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7HiHFdWf6-g/SFqdC83HAVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ms8l9omdy98/s72-c/0850a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-2827787084294058300</id><published>2008-06-18T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:06:24.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JWeezy'/><title type='text'>We're Back Bitches- Unfinished Business</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...as you can see I haven't created any post in a while. But I am going to be more consistent, I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me how many things/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;/ventures have you thought of doing and you never followed through with? For any reason, whether you got bored or lazy with it or it just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (we)  have (had) a couple of ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing Line/Jeans Company&lt;br /&gt;Party Hot line&lt;br /&gt;A Series&lt;br /&gt;A radio show&lt;br /&gt;A cab company&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;What are yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-2827787084294058300?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2827787084294058300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=2827787084294058300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2827787084294058300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/2827787084294058300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back-bitches-unfinished-business.html' title='We&apos;re Back Bitches- Unfinished Business'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-6019187337360598708</id><published>2007-09-12T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:49:23.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JWeezy'/><title type='text'>Car Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/RuihFV9QBqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ep1CUY7VwH0/s1600-h/1361581770_0a5b42d3b4_m.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109510890417292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/RuihFV9QBqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ep1CUY7VwH0/s400/1361581770_0a5b42d3b4_m.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/Ruig7F9QBpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o731uG4b-fk/s1600-h/1361585244_aa1eb681a5_m.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109510714323633810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/Ruig7F9QBpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/o731uG4b-fk/s400/1361585244_aa1eb681a5_m.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are looking at the inside of my new car (well its not really mines yet, but it will be one day). It's the C350 Benzino...and its purttty. Shaleia and I took it on a test drive over the weekend and it was AMAZING....it's not my dream car but it will have to due for now...MSRP starts at about $34,000, not bad if you ask me considering that my dream car, the range rover is close to $100,000. A girl can dream can't she?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your dream car?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-6019187337360598708?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6019187337360598708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=6019187337360598708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6019187337360598708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/6019187337360598708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-this-car.html' title='Car Dreaming'/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/RuihFV9QBqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ep1CUY7VwH0/s72-c/1361581770_0a5b42d3b4_m.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455878305080280453.post-1689556310254953156</id><published>2007-09-12T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:13:29.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JWeezy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My name is Jamila, co-founder and publisher of &lt;a href="http://empressmag.com/" target="_blank"&gt;empressmag.com&lt;/a&gt;. Shaleia and I decided that we should start putting more of a personal touch on the newsletters, our site and the overall brand of Empress so that our readers can get to know us a little bit better. We are also in the process of taking pictures so you can see our beautiful faces, lol. I am a recent college graduate working in tight laced Corporate America, until this Empress thing pops off. My love and passion is this site but it doesn't pay the bills so while I might dislike going to work for someone else I am still grateful . Please continue to support the site and let us know what you think more often, you likes, your dislikes and what we can improve on. Shaleia and I truly value your opinion and I think this is a start of a beautiful relationship :) XOXO J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455878305080280453-1689556310254953156?l=empressgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1689556310254953156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455878305080280453&amp;postID=1689556310254953156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1689556310254953156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455878305080280453/posts/default/1689556310254953156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressgirls.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-name-is-jamila-co-founder-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jweezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14430336043548902794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OuQtp45FXqY/SGPUAdSqt_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uGrW970zwsQ/S220/empressgirlscrop2ad.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
