I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.

The wise words of Mark Twain.



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I've heard my fair share of 2009 BET Awards bashing. Keep in mind that BET is a live show with real people. I'm posting this because Maxwell's Pretty Wings performance was amazing, but was overshadowed by so many other happenings that night. Here's a refresher of the greatness.

Let me start this off by saying TGIF! I wasn't sure if I was going to make it through, although I only had two days at work this week. The transition back to Eastern time was not as smooth as I would have liked it to be.

Now that it's Friday, I finally have enough time to share my surprise with you. During my Hollywood trek, I literally stumbled upon the largest memorial I have ever seen. While wandering Hollywood Blvd, after my hike, I wound up stuck in a huge crowd of people lined up and hovering around Michael Jackson's star about 2 days after his death in Los Angeles.



I'm going to do my best to describe what I saw.

There were hundreds of flowers piled on top of each other. Some in plastic and some formed wreaths. All different types: roses, sunflowers, carnations, daisies, even palms.




The star itself was sectioned off by several metal bars so that people could line up without blocking off the sidewalk. On the side closest to the street, is where the flowers, candles, poster boards, wreaths, and other gifts were lined up. Many television vans, cameramen, and reporters were set up there to capture the site

Some people were sobbing uncontrollably, wiping tears, and hugging loved ones.

Some people lined up for hours, some with small children, to kneel beside the star for pictures.

Some just kept on walking.



There was a large black plaque with pictures of Michael. People signed and left there well wishes and condolences to the King of Pop and his family.

It was quite a sight for me; considering I wasn't even looking for it. I didn't know it existed.

The intentions of the people seemed good and pure, however I can't help but feel a 'way' about the fact that people are praising the man now - after he's dead and gone.

Why is it so hard to appreciate something you have while you still have it? I think we are all guilty of this, myself included. We all take several things in our lives for granted without ever thinking about what it would be like if they weren't there.

Michael Jackson's memorial on Hollywood Blvd exemplified this fact of life. Make an effort to tell those you care about that you love, need, and couldn't live without them.

And PLEASE give them flowers while they are still alive to smell them.







xoxo,
S

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I am realizing more and more that there is one huge misconception between men and women as far as friendships go: women actually believe guys just like being nice to, and doing favors for, and being friends with, women. (Really?)

Ladies:-

The cold truth; NO MAN wants to be your friend. Might sound extreme or ridiculous, or even insane, but this is the truth. No man has ever aimed to be your friend. Women are way too demanding for any man to just willingly enter into a friendship. Women need everything from time to alcohol in order that a friendship works; a reality that is as clear as day. Now don’t get me wrong, a man would settle for friendship, but trust, that’s not what he wanted.

There are two types of men that exist as far as this goes and I will shed light on them.

1. The one that “plays his position”; he settles for less, and takes friendship on like a champ, no complaints, anytime, whenever you want. He’s also the guy that somewhere deep down inside is holding out, waiting for his chance, the day you call his name.

2. The one that never settles for less, and as such once he realizes nothing is happening, he moves the hell on. May say hello, even talk to you from time to time, but he’s definitely not what you would call your guy friend, and he definitely is not the one you call for favors and other ridiculous stuff.

Women believe in this handyman that enjoys their company and presence so much so that he’s willing to bend over backwards, and is on call 24/7. He’s a myth. The dude you pictured when you read that sentence, probably pictured you naked at that same time (if you don’t want to hear me please listen to Steve Harvey. )

Of your guy friends right now, how many of them can you say truly never seemed to be attracted to you, or never made a move etc, etc?
If the answer is none, then you my friend are in denial. Don’t be technical in your assessment of what a guy friend is.

Alright maybe there are like 2 exceptions in the whole world (I admit). But otherwise,

Sorry,

We like you,

but just not that much.


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credits to rd.com for the pic.

Today was the first time in 5 years that I've been home for Canada's July 1st birthday. Today I realized how much I missed the holiday at the Toronto Blue Jays game sitting in a sea of red and white clad Jays fans.

The Jays didn't disappoint either! They played an amazing game beating Tampa 5-0. I witnessed two home runs back to back, watched the dome close and sang the anthem with Melanie Fiona, and then caught a great fireworks show.

In my case, I was the most proud of being Canadian when I was living outside of Canada during undergrad. I hung a flag in my dorm room and made it known whenever a Canadian actor or singer was on TV. Is this usually the case? Do most of us feel patriotic outside of our country or when we leave for a while and experience life elsewhere and come back? If this has happened to you, I'd like to hear about it!

I've been all over, but I can honestly say there is no place like Toronto and I love it.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.

The wise words of Maya Angelou, quoted by Alicia Keys at the 2009 BET Awards.