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Moving here .... it's better.

Mmmhmmmm that's what I said....bye.

The Road Less Traveled **please share**

The Road Less Traveled - Mishal Moore (original)

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Lyrics

You are scared of the world
Cast your fears to love
Say goodbye
in your mind
Seek and you will find
Ooooo

Careful now go slowly

Simple not to rough
Take
take your time
Alone but not alone
Others they will know (know..)
Oooo

Careful now go slowly
All rights reserved. © 2011 Mishal Moore Bookshelves & Stereos Publishing BMI

With all that's going on in Japan, I can only think of the children and how this all will affect them. So I wrote a lullabye...

and btw, I know...I suck at blogging.

I'm a work in progress.

It's been awhile...

Shortly after my last post my grandfather passed away unexpectedly, dealing with that and the chaos of the  holidays...among other things, was a lot. Not all was or is bad...it just...was.

Since then, I've posted a few vids, here, here, here and here.

I will come back later for a more detailed post about France, soon. 

I have all the reason to be happy but still find myself sad...sad as the day. I would elaborate...but I'm better at songwriting. So that's what I'll do.

Be back soon.

Oh yeah, happy new year, I love you.

HELP

performance at Club Bed in Miami, FL

A few of you have said you are leaving comments. For whatever reason blogspot is not alerting me that I have ANY. Anyone know how this ish works..I'm pretty annoyed. I looked into the comment settings and I'm not seeing that anything is set incorrectly :(

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k.thnx.bye.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir.

I don't REALLY want to sleep with you. However, I AM learning french (for all the right reasons, will share VERY soon). Rosetta Stone has changed my life. I am reading, speaking and writing in french and I feel tout simplement incroyable!

The power we hold in our hands is unstoppable!! Go out and do something different, you WILL surprise yourself, have more faith IN yourself, learn YOURself.

Sorry it's been so long to post a new entry, I'm quite studious. Will be back with something this week!

Bonjour!

I remember one Halloween...

the exact model and color of what my old car looked like

(in 2003) I was driving my car headed back home from Walgreens (Walgreens has no relevance to the story, but nevertheless...). I was approaching the complex of where I lived and out of no where, in my peripheral, I pass a small group of kids followed by a large brick (that has been throwin by some white kids..just wait before you think I'm doggin on white folk..I luuuvs you white folk ;), I digress. A large brick has been thrown towards my car, hits my windshield and I slam on my breaks because I can no longer see. Not to mention, I had to get out of the car so I could whoop whose ever ass I needed to whoop. My ENTIRE windshield was DESTROYED...smdh. My first reaction is disbelief. Like really, D.I.S.belief. I jumped out of my car and someone shouted "Oh shit, she's black!" (I swear to you that's what was said) and the lot of them ran like the dickens (yup, I say that). I'm guessing it was my butch like attire that scared them off:

wife beater:check

bandana:check

no makeup:check

baggy sweats:check

doodoo braids (like the "Freddie Jackson" looking chick in Friday that Smokey went on a date with):check

Oh yea and the "black thing"

Needless to say they were scared...as they should have been.

I drove the rest of the way home with my head hanging out of the driver side. Bess believe, I was driving home to tell my cousin what happened, have her put on her "butch gear" while cussin' and swearing up a  mountain we was gonna' get Mookie 'dem on their asses...

...we don't know a Mookie.

We didn't call the cops, we didn't "observe the damages", we jumped back in the car and went looking

 for the bastards. We drove around for about 15 minutes, when we came up on a white boy dressed in black (as they were), by himself.

He looked terrified when we pulled up next to him.

me: "Where you just with a group of kids earlier on?!"

"No ma'am."

my cousin: "Do I look like a ma'am to you?"

"No." 

me: "Are you SURE you weren't with those kids earlier?!

paused in terror

me: "Hey!!"

"No, I swear."

(side eye) "You go and tell your little ass friends if I ever catch them out here, in this neighborhood, it's gonna be a problem."

Went home and called the police.

LMAO.

That's really all you have to do in a middle class, mostly white neighborhood...is make them THINK you're "hood". I'm not really.

Honestly.

Moral of the story? Don't f**k with black people and their BMW's.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Julie Andrews is my idol, she is the reason I sing.

Be safe out there this weekend; will be better about posting next week! Have a lot of good news to reveal!! Take it easy, until then, this song should keep you in high spirits. It always has for me :)