<?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-3265816250625029560</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:05:28.774-08:00</updated><category term='women'/><category term='self growth'/><category term='photography'/><category term='events'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='art'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='pleasure'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='Mama Gena'/><category term='music review'/><category term='body image'/><category term='living your dream'/><category term='self love'/><category term='give aways'/><category term='food'/><category term='Erykah Badu'/><category term='my favorite things'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='sexuality'/><category term='Rumi'/><category term='decor'/><category term='books I live by'/><category term='sexy'/><title type='text'>Fem Chic ~  Beloved Muse.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Invulnerable in spirit, your beauty comes from within..." -Rumi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3408505937808098211</id><published>2011-09-04T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:34:26.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>My sweet pumpkin blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-skGeZ6Qas/TmO3ebeAgYI/AAAAAAAABAE/KCt47PPdZA0/s1600/starbucks_pumpkin_latte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-skGeZ6Qas/TmO3ebeAgYI/AAAAAAAABAE/KCt47PPdZA0/s400/starbucks_pumpkin_latte.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh honey I had the blues yesterday. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop that storm. I was pissed off at the whole situation because it was the weekend! This was MY Saturday and I wanted to have my usual fun creative energy and fly around like a fairy sprinkling my magical pink glitter everywhere. Yeah right. My body felt heavy, I couldn't hear my soul for the life of me and my heart refused to talk to me. What the hell is a girl to do? Surrender. Yeah, so I surrendered and gave it what it wanted....to be alone. I had nothing to give, not even to myself and I had to respect that and allow myself to get filled back up with my &lt;a href="http://www.soulprana.com/"&gt;Prana&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(your life force / the spirit energy of God within all of us). YES I was uncomfortable with all those emotions going through me...sadness, regret, loneliness, anger. But I kept thinking of my blog and how I always write "allow your &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-snap-is-that-my-heart-on-floor.html"&gt;emotions&lt;/a&gt; to pass through you when they show up". Grrrr...why did I write that? Now I HAD to follow my own advice. Silly old Fem Chic, she's such a Beloved Muse :). But I did it, &amp;nbsp;I gave into what was already happening and sunk into the moment. Ahhh... that actually feels a little bit better. There was a lot less pressure once I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling refreshed and ladylike. I still needed to be gentle with myself. But I had survived the storm. And I know there will be more...that's life. And then I found this glorious photo. If you know me, you know I adore Starbucks, and it's not the brand "Starbucks" it's the ambiance of the café. It could be any café  as long as they are playing jazz, there are hardwood floors, the ambiance is joyful, there's a light chitter chatter and a happy buzz from everyone getting their favorite coffee. Mine is the the &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/menu/drinks/espresso/pumpkin-spice-latte"&gt;Pumpkin Spiced Latte&lt;/a&gt;. It's a seasonal treat but of course I &lt;a href="http://mystarbucksidea.force.com/apex/ideasearchresult?s=pumpkin+goddess"&gt;wrote to Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; to tell them to reconsider and make it a year-round treat. It told them I was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Pumpkin Muse / Goddess&lt;/span&gt; and to listen up here before somebody gets hurts. (I can come off as a very dangerous criminal especially if I am wearing my motorcycle boots). Okay I didn't really say that but let's just hope the Latte Goddess hears my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darlings, it is going to be fabulous fall full of gorgeous earth tones, crisp cool nights, and warm striped scarves (and my favorite pink mittens).&amp;nbsp;Here's to being complicated emotional human beings yet still finding a way to laugh, dance, and keep falling in love with life...and the other complicated emotional human beings. Touché bébé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;*photo: &lt;a href="http://virgothepoet.tumblr.com/post/1061923018"&gt;Virgo the Poet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"You wander from room to room, searching for the diamond necklace that is already&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;your neck". -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;*Feel free to share my words. 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Mos Def, you are the chocolate in my peanut butter. Common, will you build a tribe with me, protect and provide for me? &lt;a href="http://www.qtiponline.com/"&gt;Q-Tip&lt;/a&gt;, I am a P-Y-T with my own car keys. Can we just acknowledge sexy gifted black men right now? Yes, there are sexy white men, sexy Asian men, sexy fuchsia men, sexy turquoise men, &lt;a href="http://www.seussville.com/books/book_detail.php?isbn=9780394800134"&gt;one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish&lt;/a&gt;. However, in this blog posting I am acknowledging the cocoa butter, mochachino latte, caramel dipped skinned, lush lips, strong hands, milk chocolate voiced, African-American men. In particular these 4 above who are in the music &amp;amp; entertainment business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put it down for them: funny, creative, talented, and d-d-d-d-d-dreamy.&amp;nbsp;Oh me oh my I just almost passed out. I've never met any of them in person but who cares. A girl can dream can't she? When I listen to some of my favorite songs by them I pretend they're talking about me. I get all gitty (Git·ty, \ˈge-tē\, being happy while exhibiting behavior associated with not thinking clearly)&amp;nbsp;and say things out loud like "Oh &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0080049/"&gt;Mos Def&lt;/a&gt;, you couldn't possibly be talking to me?". Ha ha ha, it's fun! Life is short honey, if you can feel butterflies from a song FEEL IT. Oh and if anyone knows them, can you please tell them I am looking for them. Perhaps we can go have a pumpkin latte or take a stroll in the park. I'm pretty sure they'd be quite pleased to hear from me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorites by &lt;a href="http://www.raphaelsaadiq.com/us/home"&gt;Raphael Saadiq&lt;/a&gt;, "Skyy, Can you Feel Me". I know that what he really meant to sing was "Rashaan&amp;nbsp;Cruzé, Can You Feel Me" :). Silly Mr. Saadiq, always being such a trickster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ebUNV0kUIH0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebUNV0kUIH0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebUNV0kUIH0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me treat you to a chocolate covered kiss sprinkled with cinnamon, glazed with honey, topped with a touch of jazz. Bon appétit mon chéri...Q-Tip, &lt;a href="http://www.vervemusicgroup.com/royhargrove"&gt;Roy Hargrove&lt;/a&gt; and Erykah Badu's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbM0WJ9lEM0"&gt;Poetry&lt;/a&gt;".&amp;nbsp;And how about an oldie but goodie from the my sweetheart Mos Def in the movie Brown Sugar? Here's&amp;nbsp;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEUcII8IpCA"&gt;Fine&lt;/a&gt;". And last but not least, here are the lyrics to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/COMMON"&gt;Common's&lt;/a&gt; "Come Close" featuring &lt;a href="http://www.maryjblige.com/"&gt;Mary J. Blige&lt;/a&gt; (a real life Goddess in the flesh, she can't help it that she's damn fabulous and sexy with the strength of Tigress). Wouldn't you lose your mind if you lover wrote something like this to you? Oh voi, love is too delicious. I can barely stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Are we livin' in a dream world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Are ya' eyes still green girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I know you're sick 'n tired of arguing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;But you cant keep it bottled in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Jealousy, we gotta swallow it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Your heart and mind, baby, follow it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Smile, happiness you can model it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;And when you feel opposite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I just want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Your whole being is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Imma do the best i can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Cuz im the best when im with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Come close to me baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Let your love hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;though this world gets crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Whats it with out you?(Nothin, nothin..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Put down your bags, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I know in the past, love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Has been sorta hard on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;But, i see the God in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I just wana nurture it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Though this love may hurt a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;We dealin wit this water, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You even give my daughter love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I wana build a tribe wit'chu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Protect and provide for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Truth is i cant hide from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The pimp in me, may have to die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Come close to me baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Let your love hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;though this world gets crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Whats it with out you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I know what'ya' thinkin, you're on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You're right, you're right, you're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You promised the flesh was just mine, take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hope you're not tired, Tonite, tonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You helped me to discover me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I just want you to be trustin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I kinda laugh when you cuss at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The after math is you touchin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Its destiny that we connected girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You and I, we can affect the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Im tired of the fast lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I want you to have my last name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Come close to me baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Let your love hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;though this world gets crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Whats it with out you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I know what'ya' thinkin, you on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You're right, you're right, you're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You promised the flesh was just mine, take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Hope you're not tired, Tonite, tonite.(Repeat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am a hopeless romantic and anywhere I can find something to inspire me, I allow it. Don't block the love, there sure as hell ain't a lack of it out in this world. Any creativity was first born from love, or the desire for love, or even the hate of being hurt by love. Love surrounds us, I can find it in music, a piece of art, gold spray paint, a turquoise stone, a stranger being kind to me, pumpkin cupcakes topped with a creme cheese frosting...must I go on? It's everywhere. Open your eyes sweet loves and drink it up. It's what we are here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**photos from left to right (Mos Def, Raphael Saadiq, Q-Tip, and Common. I am in love. With all four. Omg I am such a glutton and a hedonist. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;e·do·nism, noun,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;\ˈhē-də-ˌni-zəm\&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;hedonist strives to maximize net pleasure. &amp;nbsp;Guilty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"You wander from room to room, searching for the diamond necklace that is already&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;your neck". -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;*Feel free to share my words. 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Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-3796575601872567560?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3796575601872567560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/pimp-in-me-may-have-to-die-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3796575601872567560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3796575601872567560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/pimp-in-me-may-have-to-die-for-you.html' title='The pimp in me, may have to die for you.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SknPybPDkI/TmvqzDJFu1I/AAAAAAAABAI/297NKkd47s0/s72-c/sexy_black_men_mos_def_qtip_raphaelsaadiq_common_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-4333304977358466633</id><published>2011-08-20T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:05:31.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give aways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>Give Away Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5tspHdZc4E/Tk__-ID1QjI/AAAAAAAAA78/jVfjpfcTK8M/s1600/des_french.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5tspHdZc4E/Tk__-ID1QjI/AAAAAAAAA78/jVfjpfcTK8M/s640/des_french.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being a Goddess of Indulgence I am obligated to share my favorite things with everyone. First off, most importantly, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;to enter this give away just click on the blue&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Join this site"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; button to the right at the top of my blog.&lt;/span&gt; If you've already done so you are already entered. I will announce the winner on Monday, September 9th. Best wishes my beauties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...back to business when I first laid my eyes on this ring, I said with zeal and vigor "I want that, I want that bad." Whenever I wear this piece women from across the room stare at me like crazy. I kid you not. I either think they know me and I just cannot remember them or they've been hired by a hitman and they are about to make their mark. But its always ends up being about the ring (will my spy fantasies ever come true?). Then they make there way over to me and go goo-goo gaa-gaa over my turquoise pot of gold. My reply is always the same...this Goddess of a piece of jewelry is by Desiree Ojeda. &lt;a href="http://www.JewelsbyDesiree.com/"&gt;Jewels by Desiree&lt;/a&gt; to be more exact. Her style is elegant, sophisticated, and sexy with a hint of bohemian and a sprinkle of &lt;a href="http://www.thechiclounge.com/2011/08/fem-chic-beloved-muse.html"&gt;American Indian Princess&lt;/a&gt;. Yow-za Mamacita! You better give me all your jewels Miss Ojeda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please pass this onto all your lady friends or your love partners who enjoy showering you with gifts (if not, feel free to shower yourself, no need to wait mon lapin moelleux petits). If you win this piece Desiree will size the ring so that it fits your perfect lady finger. Oh and Miss Ojeda has a blog that is Tres Fem Chic! It's called &lt;a href="http://www.thechiclounge.com/"&gt;The Chic Lounge&lt;/a&gt; and it's Desiree's secret obsession for jewelry, fashion, beauty, geek chic, and life. I eat it for breakfast. It's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** If you win this piece you must promise, cross your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, hope to die, stick a needle in your eye that you will wear it with absolute fabulousness and abandon, kind of like the attitude that this &lt;a href="http://froufroufashionista.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-pretty-french-girl.html"&gt;pretty French girl&lt;/a&gt; has on the left with no panties on. Tra la la! Life is short, wurk it out honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go shopping&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/MyLoveAffair"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/MyLoveAffair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need a rest! &lt;a href="http://www.thechiclounge.com/"&gt;http://www.thechiclounge.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see more &lt;a href="http://www.JewelsbyDesiree.com/"&gt;http://www.JewelsbyDesiree.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Till the next episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"You wander from room to room, searching for the diamond necklace that is already&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;your neck". -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;*Feel free to share my words. 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Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-4333304977358466633?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/4333304977358466633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-away-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4333304977358466633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4333304977358466633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-away-time.html' title='Give Away Time!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5tspHdZc4E/Tk__-ID1QjI/AAAAAAAAA78/jVfjpfcTK8M/s72-c/des_french.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-5683692922769055308</id><published>2011-08-13T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:31:28.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>Pump me please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmKQLajghpY/TkbWpQ6JfYI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZPyJJhKaR30/s1600/kate_spade_charm_heels_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmKQLajghpY/TkbWpQ6JfYI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZPyJJhKaR30/s640/kate_spade_charm_heels_1.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sugar muffins, let's talk, no wait...actually let's have a pop quiz. When you are with one of your girlfriends and she's all dolled up and you can just tell she is feeling herself cause butterflies are following her, birds are singing and any trace of gray clouds have left the sky....what do you say to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) You look cute.&lt;br /&gt;B) Honey, wurk that shit, you look hot!&lt;br /&gt;C) I'm hungry, do you know where I can get a turkey burger?&lt;br /&gt;D) Did you get a hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my observation, a lot of women would say, A) you look cute, to downplay the spectacularness of their friend or mention something else completely like D) did you get your hair cut / I'm hungry... Ummmm....HELLO! LADIES PLEASE, we are all seeking love, compliments and attention from our dream partner...but you can also give it to your friends and they can give it to you. You don't have to wait to be told how effen gorgeous you are by your dream partner or current partner, I strongly believe your friends should tell you and you should tell them. Pump each other up....why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single person has something beautiful about them and when they feel confident they will exude sexiness. And it's not just about how your dolled up friend looks...it's far beyond that. It's that she is treating herself special, she was brave and wore something that would get attention from men and woman good or bad, and most importantly, that she feels good. ENCOURAGE her and choose friends who encourage you. I have a few &lt;a href="http://www.commercialmommy.com/"&gt;women&lt;/a&gt; like this in my life and after we hang out I feel so full of love and energy. And I know they feel the same from me. On the contrary, I have hung out with women who are not as confident and secure with themselves and you can feel that energy. One particular woman once told me I looked better when I was thinner and asked if my boyfriend liked my body how it was now. Wow...REALLY?! I laugh now but in the moment I really considered what she was saying. Looking back I now know she was she full of doubt for her own womanly figure and femininity. Those kind of comments are toxic and can be contagious so be careful. Life is short mon chanton, you must surround yourself with people who see YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose wisely ladies, we don't have to compete against one another, there is an abundance of love and partners in the universe if you believe so. I always try to remember that my relationships are a reflection of what I believe about myself. You can be beautiful and sexy and so can every other woman. And the more you learn to love who you are, just as you are, the easier it becomes to compliment people, and the funny part is people will start to compliment you more too. You gotta give love to receive love and it starts with you. By the way you look really pretty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love each other up. Make mama proud! Wurk that shit honey, WURK IT. I'd like to wurk it in these &lt;a href="http://www.katespade.com/"&gt;Kate Spade&lt;/a&gt; shoes I saw today in Pasadena&amp;nbsp;(photo above). Kate Spade, you are an inspiration and you got me all hot and bothered,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.katespade.com/designer-shoes/shoes,default,sc.html"&gt;glittered&lt;/a&gt; up and dizzy from your poppin' color palette and your talented designs. Wearing these charm heels would made me feel like a Cinderella African Princess gone Fem Chic. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please checkout Holistic Yogini, "&lt;a href="http://www.holisticyogini.com/"&gt;Self-care? No Self-LOVE&lt;/a&gt;". If my posting was Part 2, hers would be Part 1. Making it a priority to show love for yourself is VITAL...then once your bucket is full you can show love for others with ease and joy, not out of obligation. We have decided to start a revolution of self-love! Viva la Chicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**top photo by the talented&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/postcardsandlove/"&gt;postcaredsandlove's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"You wander from room to room, searching for the diamond necklace that is already&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;your neck". -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;*Feel free to share my words. 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Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&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/3265816250625029560-5683692922769055308?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/5683692922769055308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/pump-me-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5683692922769055308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5683692922769055308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/pump-me-please.html' title='Pump me please.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmKQLajghpY/TkbWpQ6JfYI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ZPyJJhKaR30/s72-c/kate_spade_charm_heels_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7981528875203436700</id><published>2011-08-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:46:05.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Oh snap, is that my heart on the floor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htEAA0JApRk/Tj8Jxx_g8wI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_gNmnJiTses/s1600/heart_post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htEAA0JApRk/Tj8Jxx_g8wI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_gNmnJiTses/s640/heart_post.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh voi it's been a very long time since I've seen you. You'll never believe what happened. My lover left me. No, I'm serious though, my boyfriend broke up with me. I had to wait until now to write about it because I dare not have this blog be about how effen angry I was and how I wanted to destroy the entire planet. I was waiting until I had gone through enough healing so that I could instead write about turning into a bad-ass mama jama butterfly. But YOW-ZA...mama's heart got smacked down and was on the floor, straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off I was crying like a damn baby on the floor, boo-hooing. But I've been heart broken before so I knew the drill: completely surrender and allow this. In between searching for a job like a crazy woman and going to interviews in my fancy grown-up suits, I was making repeated trips to my bed to cry and then sleep, and then run to Gelson's for my favorite ice cream. Yup. I had to baby myself and allow my emotions to flow through me. Sugar muffins....know this: when you don't honor what you are really feeling that shit gets stuck in there and I PROMISE you, it will end up coming out on the wrong person or at the wrong time, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.turtlemountain.com/products/product.php?p=purely_decadent_peanut_butter_zig_zag"&gt;chocolate peanut better ice cream&lt;/a&gt; (I promise to blog about that soon, pure ecstasy in your mouth), a lot of TV, and TBS movies. Ha ha ha. I was on a tight budget but you know I had to keep the cable! You can't lose your boyfriend and your favorite TV shows in the same week. That would be down right traumatic. I always tell my friends not to resist what they are truly feeling, that feeling is there because of either a belief you have about yourself (i.e. nobody loves me) or that feeling is trying to say "hey, pay attention to me! I am not okay with this and won't allow this treatment again!". (Yeah, the soul can get a little testy). So LISTEN to yourself so you can attend to your true feelings. You are beautiful and you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts that came out of this break-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new found creative / passionate energy (I'm on fire in a wonderful way which I am going to use on my &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost 5 pounds (fret not, this lady's still got her curves).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a party to celebrate this new chapter in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new dress I wore to that party. (Strapless, hot pink and orange. You know how I roll. Sha-zam!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pep in my step. It's got a bit of a hip-hop twist to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new found love for perfume (it was necessary I do a little shopping therapy and discovered &lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/accessories/fragrance/viva-la-juicy/"&gt;Viva La Juicy&lt;/a&gt;...oh....ma....mother of god....I promise to blog about it soon).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And most importantly knowing that I am still on my path, I am no longer with him, but I am still on my path of evolving and learning...and this is where the opportunity is my loves, you cannot skip this part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I had a party in the middle of my storm?! Ummm....HELZ YES I had a party! Once my sadness mostly left, I knew I'd been reborn a little and whenever my soul goes through a rebirth, a fabulous celebration is a must. Rebirth sucks and once you catch your breath you need to reward yourself for being so brave and getting through the mud. This new chapter of my life was sudden, unexpected, and painful. But it was beautiful because it was life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still continue to evolve from a caterpillar in its cocoon into this dazzling, centered, sexy, colorful, butterfly in stilettos (similar to the one above in the picture). Oh voi! I am getting excited knowing that I am about to fly. I named my party "Viva La Chica" (that's the invite above). I used the image of&lt;br /&gt;La Sirena, a naked mermaid dancing in the water. She's feeling fantastic, sexy, and powerful and I wanted to feel that way. To me "Viva La Chica" meant "long live the girl". No one can hold me down or get me down forever. I will always evolve past the negativity. So will you. I had orange and hot pink balloons at the party and people kept saying "Happy Birthday!" I was like "It's not my birthday." Then they'd say, "Then why are you celebrating?" And I'd say, "Because I'm in a new chapter of my life." Then they'd pause, look at me, and just hug me. It was so great...I hope I inspired people to celebrate just because. Being human can be hard so you must taken responsibility for constantly treating yourself, to &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-sweet-goes-long-way.html"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; for examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are all on our paths. I dare not interrupt someone else's. But at first I did resist a little. I was like "please don't leave me lover". And he said, "I have to, I gotta get up on outta here, surf, and get a cat." So I eventually said "okay, goodbye." Besides, I can't compete with a cat. Oh....and wait. What fun is love if the other person doesn't desire you or desire to work shit out with you when things get tough? We are humans and I know this...humans are emotional complicated beings, shit is guaranteed to hit the fan. So you gotta come correct and be ready to work it out honey. WURK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to really love who I am. After the break-up I felt so little and rejected. What a blessing to have the opportunity to fall in love with who I am all over again. What doesn't bend breaks. And I ain't no fool. I am a warrior. Wait...I am a Princess Warrior with an outfit like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112230/"&gt;Zena&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, that's it. And the more I let go of this experience, the more room I create for new energy, new love, new art, new life, new everything. But I must let go of this in order to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still angry? Yes. Am I still sad? Yes. Do I still sometimes feel rejected? Yes Baby Jesus YES! But I am human so I am allowed to feel these things. These uncomfortable feelings want to be acknowledged and comforted, not ignored. Will I love again? YEESSSSS! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I love love&lt;/span&gt;. It feels so divinely good. The number one rule to finding love is loving yourself as you are and loving the life you create when you are single. If you cannot date yourself and love yourself the way you want someone to love you, how can you expect someone else to do it? If you cannot bare to be alone, all by yourself, in silence, how can you expect someone to want to be around you? Damn Gina! (as Martin Lawrence would say). No one can save you from yourself and you really don't need them to. You can save yourself and it's absolutely FREE! See, I just saved you a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my seductive delicate butterflies...do something sweet for yourself today and appreciate your divinity. I'm back, and like Puffy Daddy and Mase say "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Iym3qJ0qq4"&gt;Can't nobody take my pride, can't nobody hold me down, oh no, I got to keep on movin&lt;/a&gt;". Please take a moment to listen bad boys, P-Diddy and his boy Mase tell it like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;‎"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." Maya Angelou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"You wander from room to room, searching for the diamond necklace that is already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;atround&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; your neck". - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;*Feel free to share my words. 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Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-7981528875203436700?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7981528875203436700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-snap-is-that-my-heart-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7981528875203436700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7981528875203436700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-snap-is-that-my-heart-on-floor.html' title='Oh snap, is that my heart on the floor?'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htEAA0JApRk/Tj8Jxx_g8wI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_gNmnJiTses/s72-c/heart_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7107777107442679467</id><published>2011-06-16T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:59:38.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><title type='text'>the pretty things that make me melt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0_oDvK8-s/Tfo71ht_15I/AAAAAAAAA6M/n3_P-7K5iB0/s1600/2qnazjc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0_oDvK8-s/Tfo71ht_15I/AAAAAAAAA6M/n3_P-7K5iB0/s400/2qnazjc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favorite color for a bedroom...sea foam green with peachy pink accents. just magical.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcpUa8WgWh8/TfpAaLyFltI/AAAAAAAAA64/3O6dGf0cUjk/s1600/pink+cups.jpg.opt323x486o0%252C0s323x486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcpUa8WgWh8/TfpAaLyFltI/AAAAAAAAA64/3O6dGf0cUjk/s1600/pink+cups.jpg.opt323x486o0%252C0s323x486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tea for my Goddesses. only the fanciest cup will do Dear Sir!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY22y7kPzrg/Tfo_WR6OF5I/AAAAAAAAA6w/wpf6w6XskMg/s1600/F3-6050-rd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xY22y7kPzrg/Tfo_WR6OF5I/AAAAAAAAA6w/wpf6w6XskMg/s400/F3-6050-rd.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the color pink, the color of love, the color of femininity.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDFUvA3S4u0/Tfo72cmbSVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/McNZVBhQEY8/s1600/Gloria2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDFUvA3S4u0/Tfo72cmbSVI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/McNZVBhQEY8/s400/Gloria2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;butterflies = &amp;nbsp;freedom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8rI9HQ8ogU/Tfo90docslI/AAAAAAAAA6s/blXRwLvUUxg/s1600/morgandayphotography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8rI9HQ8ogU/Tfo90docslI/AAAAAAAAA6s/blXRwLvUUxg/s400/morgandayphotography.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am a romantic, i wish to be swept off my feet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZixAZfKckAQ/Tfo73KBa41I/AAAAAAAAA6U/m2AgjYsEw8s/s1600/luci_outtake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZixAZfKckAQ/Tfo73KBa41I/AAAAAAAAA6U/m2AgjYsEw8s/s400/luci_outtake2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a safe place for my secrets, one must always protect their heart out of love for yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDgHrMz_6K8/Tfo75T4P5yI/AAAAAAAAA6c/I99enYCHPSk/s1600/selinalake09glam-china-499x375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDgHrMz_6K8/Tfo75T4P5yI/AAAAAAAAA6c/I99enYCHPSk/s400/selinalake09glam-china-499x375.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty little delicate things to be handled with care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;*photo source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dandeliondaydreamer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;dandelion dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamlily.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;day dream lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://piewacket.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;piewacket.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-7107777107442679467?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7107777107442679467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretty-things-that-make-me-melt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7107777107442679467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7107777107442679467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretty-things-that-make-me-melt.html' title='the pretty things that make me melt.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0_oDvK8-s/Tfo71ht_15I/AAAAAAAAA6M/n3_P-7K5iB0/s72-c/2qnazjc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-2733438902730409091</id><published>2011-06-08T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:03:35.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>I seemed to have misplaced my femininity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zQLOzsfK3s/Te_u-_-PA5I/AAAAAAAAA6I/A-MYeIO3dfM/s1600/jeisa-chiminazzo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zQLOzsfK3s/Te_u-_-PA5I/AAAAAAAAA6I/A-MYeIO3dfM/s400/jeisa-chiminazzo1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE68JFNIg7M/Te_u32f-6wI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3113BYznLdQ/s1600/jeisa-chiminazzo8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE68JFNIg7M/Te_u32f-6wI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3113BYznLdQ/s320/jeisa-chiminazzo8.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am currently in quite the precarious situation where the relationship I am in could either end or re-begin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Pre·car·i·ous -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(adj.) /priˈke(ə)rēəs/ - Not securely held or in position; dangerously likely to fall or collapse. Ouch. I have no idea which way it will go. What I do know is that in the last week of space I've had I've realized I truly, madly and deeply miss my femininity. I hadn't even noticed that it was gone. I am a girly girly so I still blush when I see the color pink, wear my peachy pouty lip gloss and get distracted by anything that has glitter on it. But my true &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/smallest-thing-would-fill-her-with.html"&gt;femininity&lt;/a&gt; is the energy that sits deep inside of me and makes me feel like a little sexy tinker bell fluttering around Hollywood sprinkling my fairy dust. My femininity is the energy that makes all my lovely lady parts feel alive and awake. Zip, zap, ZOW! (If Austin Powers were here he'd define it as my mojo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Now I could easily blame a Mr. Someone for not supporting and encouraging my missing femininity to exist in our space. But honey....I dare not play the blame game. Blaming people can be a fun activity because you get to be creative and find a way to not be responsible for the reality you create. But in truth, &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-letting-go.html"&gt;the Blame Game&lt;/a&gt; is one of the BIGGEST wastes of times EVER. If you are an adult and you have agreed to be in a relationship, however that relationship exists is a reflection of how you feel about yourself and what you will allow into your life. Besides how in the hell would he know my needs if I am not aware of them or haven't expressed them to him? When you yearn for something outside of yourself, find a way to fulfill that desire from within yourself. Other people aren't responsible for fulfilling you, they can certainly add to your life and if you're going to have close relationships by golly George I hope they are adding to your life. Otherwise what would be the point? My point is I am on the hunt for my missing femininity, I'm going to find it and reinstall it pronto. Me, Rashaan Cruzé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So it's the feeling of my "femininity" that I have allowed myself to let go of as my relationship has progressed. I didn't feel like my true womanly nature would fit into our lives so I compromised. But I was compromising without first communicating my needs. The only problem with compromising too much is that you may just completely lose yourself and then what good are you in a relationship? &lt;a href="http://www.miguelruiz.com/"&gt;Don Miguel Ruiz&lt;/a&gt;, another one of my absolute favorite gurus, is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mastery-Love-Practical-Relationship-Toltec/dp/1878424424/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1307570257&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;"The Mastery of Love"&lt;/a&gt;. I double dog dare you to read that book. Oh.....ma.....God.....that book had me taking responsibility for all kinds of crazy things! My relationships, actions and words. Yeah, he's hardcore. Ruiz says that if you don't bring your authentic true self to a relationship then you cannot possibly attract what you truly desire. You won't attract the right people or situations into your life if you aren't expressing who you really are. Even the dang bible says it "Ask and ye shall receive". I love you baby Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You may be wondering, "if her relationship is about to end or re-begin why is she blogging about her femininity?" Ha ha ha, I will, but I'd like to see how it plays out first. I am giving it air and space to unfold as it should without me pushing it one way or another. I've been in many situations where I feel my world has flipped me upside down, put me in the washing machine high-speed spin-cycle and hung me by my pinkie toes on a clothes line, in hurricane weather. Wow. And then all of a sudden I end up in a new experience (one I would have never pursued) that ends up allowing me to discover something new about myself that fulfills me. I am telling you straight up, when you ask for change or something better for yourself, your life will have to be deconstructed a bit in order to be reconstructed so that the new experience you wanted, can be born. And yes... it SUCKS!!!!! My little heart is aching right now. But I trust life, I sincerely do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let me leave you with a coconut chocolate covered truffle my sweet loves....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Every human is an artist. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The dream of your life is to make beautiful art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; - Don Miguel Ruiz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sugary sweet huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/b&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;photo source: Marie Claire US, March 2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlwhimsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/lacy-sunday.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;girlwhimsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love.&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/3265816250625029560-2733438902730409091?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/2733438902730409091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-seemed-to-have-misplaced-my_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2733438902730409091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2733438902730409091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-seemed-to-have-misplaced-my_08.html' title='I seemed to have misplaced my femininity.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zQLOzsfK3s/Te_u-_-PA5I/AAAAAAAAA6I/A-MYeIO3dfM/s72-c/jeisa-chiminazzo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-1301975112213413909</id><published>2011-05-29T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:30:00.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Approval is for the birds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0mXGebyWZw/TeFBaKhqwfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/56dj4YTWQCQ/s1600/cherry_4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0mXGebyWZw/TeFBaKhqwfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/56dj4YTWQCQ/s320/cherry_4.gif" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cherry Blossom Girl by Rashaan Cruze&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When you do something, why are you doing it? Do you want acknowledgement, attention, love and praise to show everyone that you are worthy? Do you believe that you need to be offered a reality TV show on your life or get famous to finally feel legit? Well have I got the answer for you! No, I'm kidding, but it is human to want positive reinforcement and praise, especially when you put yourself out there. That shit can be scary! But alas mes amis, &amp;nbsp;I have recently learned un petit secret. If you create with the intention of serving others with love...creating becomes giving and it feels down right magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start a painting with the intention that everyone will finally see that I am a GENIUS ARTIST, I get lost along the way and the art sadly stares back at me asking "wtf is going on?". Ha ha ha, I love when my art talks to me with straight up attitude.&amp;nbsp;When I start my creation with the intention of being open to and trusting my instincts, so much inspiration flows through me. I'll also set the intention that this piece will be full of love and healing for whomever will own it, and by golly you can feel the energy. On the real, energy is contagious ladies &amp;amp; gents, don't get it twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel the difference when someone NEEDS your approval versus when they are proud and love what they've create. This goes for everything....a monologue, a song, the extra 5,000 in your savings account, the cake you baked, your new car, or the new way you organize your shoes. I am always drawn to people who are confident and authentic, they are so dang interesting. I'm like "who are you and what are you all about sugar?". Their energy rubs off on me and then I start feeling all inspired to be authentic and fall in love with who I am too. But if someone clings to me for my approval I want to turn them and say "Honey, approve of yourself! You are just as worthy as every other human being on this planet!". Plus, needy energy feels icky. On one of &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/The-Oprah-Winfrey-Show-Finale_1/4"&gt;Oprah's&lt;/a&gt; shows one of her guest said "Please take responsibility for the energy you bring into this space". I ate that up and from now on before I walk into a room I do an energy check. My purpose is to be a light, not the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the affirmation that Louise Hay wrote in her book "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/You-Heal-Your-Life-Gift/dp/1561706280"&gt;You Can Heal Your Life&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I love and approve of myself exactly as I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.drwaynedyer.com/"&gt;Dr. Wayne Dyer&lt;/a&gt; also says that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;People who want the most approval get the least and people who need approval the least get the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(If you're interested in Louise Hay you may also enjoy her daily affirmations &lt;a href="http://www.louisehay.com/affirmations/"&gt;http://www.louisehay.com/affirmations/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself first and foremost and deeply, and then love what you create...I promise it will be felt to the right people at the right time. Don't get lost in trying to prove yourself to the world, do get lost in the moment. Scrumptilicious babies! I just got so excited that I must scurry about into my little artist studio and paint away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra la la, I adore you my sweet readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;photo source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/humans.htm"&gt;rashaancruze.com/humans.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-1301975112213413909?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/1301975112213413909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/approval-is-for-birds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1301975112213413909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1301975112213413909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/approval-is-for-birds.html' title='Approval is for the birds.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0mXGebyWZw/TeFBaKhqwfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/56dj4YTWQCQ/s72-c/cherry_4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-691649474621880093</id><published>2011-05-22T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:20:13.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>An education on devotion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bonjour ma douce aime. And so we meet again. What is that you say? You want to be swept off your feet, feel your heart flitter and flutter about while butterflies skip about in your stomach? You know I cannot resist you. Love letters&amp;nbsp;are a lost art and I desire to hear sweet nothings as well. Here is your cake,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-lost-one.html"&gt;Love Letters&lt;/a&gt;, part 2, excerpts from "&lt;i&gt;Love Letters ~ An Anthology of Passion&lt;/i&gt;". Their love is full of devotion, adoration and life or death! It excites me. Have a glass of wine, put on some Miles Davis, s'il vous plaît profiter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F-TtB96TjQ/TdmtFOqV8PI/AAAAAAAAA5M/sRyADkmdWk4/s1600/love_leters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F-TtB96TjQ/TdmtFOqV8PI/AAAAAAAAA5M/sRyADkmdWk4/s640/love_leters.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I have a rush of feeling, that seems like the passage of a spirit through me, and ought to flow to you like blessing. This is the most beautiful feeling I ever experienced; it is indeed divine, and too much for mortal force: there is no music for it; it can never, I fear me, be expressed...Like sunset it cannot be remembered.&lt;/i&gt; - Margaret Fuller, 1845.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have made it my honor and my religion to love you desperately.&lt;/i&gt; - Marianna Alcoforado, 1668&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My very dream's are yours.&lt;/i&gt; - Sir William Temple, 1653&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have seen only you, I have admired only you, I desire only you.&lt;/i&gt; - Napoleon Bonaparte, 1807&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can neither Eat nor Sleep for thinking of You my dearest love, I never touch even pudding&lt;/i&gt;. - Horatio Nelson, 1800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving&lt;/i&gt;. - John Keats, 1819&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You soothe my soul, you fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live during the time that I see you&lt;/i&gt;. - Julie de L'Espinasse, 1774.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All my soul follows you, love - encircles you - and I live in being yours.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Robert Browin, 1846&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;top photo&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://bohememusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bohemian Musings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;bottom photo&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dearjaclyn/4773461394/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/dearjaclyn/4773461394/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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 class="collapsed" id="invites" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 562px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comments" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 33px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 562px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-691649474621880093?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/691649474621880093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/education-on-devotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/691649474621880093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/691649474621880093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/education-on-devotion.html' title='An education on devotion.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F-TtB96TjQ/TdmtFOqV8PI/AAAAAAAAA5M/sRyADkmdWk4/s72-c/love_leters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-2865908359590017164</id><published>2011-05-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:07:34.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>On letting go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34QKAvXONOg/TdQhwsdTm8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/EiuQmd1iYHM/s1600/www.aboyinmidair.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34QKAvXONOg/TdQhwsdTm8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/EiuQmd1iYHM/s320/www.aboyinmidair.com.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning I read the &lt;a href="http://thedailylove.com/"&gt;Daily Love&lt;/a&gt; email and today this quote from one of my favorite authors,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.drwaynedyer.com/"&gt;Dr. Wayne W. Dyer&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;was in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;- Dr. Wayne W. Dyer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling some deep sadness about my childhood. It didn't turn out the way I wished it had and since I don't have a time machine I can't go back and change it. One day I will tell the whole story of how my biological parents left me on a midwife farm in Wisconsin to be adopted and how I was kept a secret to some people because I was biracial...and that was just the start of it. Yup, gonna have to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, as you can imagine I've got some people I very strongly want to blame, and with every part of my being I want to blame them for my hurt little heart. But how can I? They are human, and maybe they had some pain from their past that created them to behave they way they did. Who knows, and why should I even spend my time analyzing it? What I do know is that blaming other people uses up my energy, it doesn't allow me to grow, it blocks my creativity, and I feel like crap because I'm holding in anger and resentment from something that happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving someone doesn't mean you have to stick around and tolerate any kind of abuse. Forgiving someone means that you let go of the pain (baby steps are recommended here) and eventually wish them a prayer that they find love and happiness so YOU can start healing your sweet little heart. Yes it's hard as hell! But the results are that you will be free. Sometimes I have to forgive certain people over and over again because my heart starts hurting again. And that's okay. I am human and life has sadness and happiness at different times. I find it very healthy to express my emotions. If I am sad then honey I will cry! And I'll indulge in it with some chocolate peanut butter ice cream and a gossip magazine all curled up in my down comforter on the couch! If I am angry I will assertively ask for what I need and express my disappointment. If something is funny then I shall &amp;nbsp;laugh quite loudly so that the neighbors giggle too. Having emotions is human. Since I've gotten so much better at communicating my authentic feelings in the moment I feel much more centered and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become aware of the areas of your life where you still feel pain and take a honest look at how you feel. It's really brave to face your feelings. And you are worth forgiving yourself and others. It feels good to move on and be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo source: &lt;a href="http://www.lundlund.com/"&gt;www.lundlund.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/b&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; 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margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-2865908359590017164?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/2865908359590017164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2865908359590017164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2865908359590017164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-letting-go.html' title='On letting go.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34QKAvXONOg/TdQhwsdTm8I/AAAAAAAAA2o/EiuQmd1iYHM/s72-c/www.aboyinmidair.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7307701858160888720</id><published>2011-05-15T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:38:43.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Aphrodite soul sisters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_487550581"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBgbW6gMLPo/TdA8_qYsUbI/AAAAAAAAA1U/TAsxRxzm0h8/s320/h.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionbater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;model Alexys Oliver,&amp;nbsp;photo by Nathan Holtberg&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have a serious crush on the Internet. I've heard so many people straight up diss social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook. However, I embrace them the same way my peanut butter hugs the chocolate in my ice cream. I have recently began to use &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/femchic"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; to share Fem Chic with the world. At the end of every little Twitter image is a real life human being. I swear it's true! Honey Twitter is not run by robots, it's run by humans, like you and me. I have connected with some really inspiring people across the world I may have never even met! I've even introduced people to one another this way and now they are sharing ideas. Hot diggity dogg ya'll....abundance is in full effect. Some people call this technology, I call it magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an excerpt from Robin O'Donovan who I've recently connected to. I checked out her blog, &lt;a href="http://robinsview.blogspot.com/"&gt;A robin's View&lt;/a&gt;, and was immediately drawn to her writing style. She has a way of whispering truth to me and you know I dare not be selfish...I must share Robin with all of my Fem Chic loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Aphrodite is known for multitasking and has many gifts, but this one word sums up her purpose.  She is the Goddess of Love in its many forms and is present whenever souls connect.  She is a healer of hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I think it’s important to honour this archetype because she has the power to transform what is mundane into something beautiful.  Give Aphrodite a seed and she’ll create a colourful garden or perhaps even a baby. She will weave magic with whatever materials she has.  Whether creating art, dancing, singing, or adorning her body, Aphrodite is full of self-expression.  She also invites us to open ourselves to the sensual pleasures life has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Is it possible to cultivate this archetype?  She is more developed in some women than others, but we can all welcome Aphrodite into our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;For instance, tomorrow I intend to focus more on my senses.  If it continues to rain, I might shift my attention away from my longing for the sun and instead tune in to the way cool drops feel on my skin.  I’ll continue my search for beauty in everyday experiences.  I'll pick purple Irises from the garden and place them in a pretty vase on my table.  Maybe I’ll be more attentive when my children speak to me; I'll hug them tighter, hold them longer. If I had a partner, I'd show him some love too.  Until I meet my special someone, I'll continue to love and relate to myself.  I'll seek soul food and try to satiate my voracious appetite. Perhaps I’ll have fresh seafood tomorrow, indulge in scallops.  When I teach Latin dance in the morning, I’ll enjoy giving my hips an extra wiggle!  After class, I'll sit in the sauna and take pleasure in the way my muscles feel when they relax.  Whatever I do, it will be done with passion, in the spirit of alchemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I hope you will invite Aphrodite and her many soul sisters into your life too!  The magic awaits…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;The photo above is from beyond creative soul, Alexys Oliver. Her blog,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fashionbater.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fashionbater&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;is a Fashion blog, let me be more specific, it is a super fly dopalicioius sexy hip cutting edge fashion blog. You must check her out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/b&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-7307701858160888720?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7307701858160888720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/aphrodite-soul-sisters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7307701858160888720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7307701858160888720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/aphrodite-soul-sisters.html' title='Aphrodite soul sisters.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBgbW6gMLPo/TdA8_qYsUbI/AAAAAAAAA1U/TAsxRxzm0h8/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-4701721227323363638</id><published>2011-05-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:36:33.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Seek true love from within.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD0uatZlkVo/Tc2BM-kw84I/AAAAAAAAA1M/qRRbbRkYYwI/s1600/boudoir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD0uatZlkVo/Tc2BM-kw84I/AAAAAAAAA1M/qRRbbRkYYwI/s200/boudoir.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are seeking to fall deeply in love with someone, FIRST, fall deeply in love with yourself. Be with yourself and love yourself unconditionally...they way you want to be loved by someone else. Cherish yourself, laugh at yourself, accept all of your emotions and moods even when you are a crazy mess. You will feel so full and fulfilled, you will smile at lovers walking by holding hands and wish good things for everyone...and that's when external love will find it's way to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” -Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh soul,&lt;br /&gt;you worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;You have seen your own strength.&lt;br /&gt;You have seen your own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;You have seen your golden wings.&lt;br /&gt;Of anything less,&lt;br /&gt;why do you worry?&lt;br /&gt;You are in truth&lt;br /&gt;the soul, of the soul, of the soul.” - Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?” -Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” -Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the cure,&lt;br /&gt;for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain&lt;br /&gt;until your eyes constantly exhale love&lt;br /&gt;as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.” -Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be Drunk in Love Since Love Is Everything That Exist." -Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry by Mystical poet&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi"&gt;Rumi&lt;/a&gt;. Boudoir Photos by moi. &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/boudoir.htm"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com/boudoir.htm&lt;/a&gt; or visit the &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/rcruze/femchiclove"&gt;fem chic candy shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime mon chéri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/b&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-4701721227323363638?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/4701721227323363638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/seek-true-love-from-within.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4701721227323363638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4701721227323363638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/seek-true-love-from-within.html' title='Seek true love from within.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uD0uatZlkVo/Tc2BM-kw84I/AAAAAAAAA1M/qRRbbRkYYwI/s72-c/boudoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-5145925162351576387</id><published>2011-05-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T09:57:53.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel me, dream me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C34rCpfa5zM/Tc1i4ndVnAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OcYwgbifmhw/s1600/feel_me_post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C34rCpfa5zM/Tc1i4ndVnAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OcYwgbifmhw/s400/feel_me_post.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters words&lt;br /&gt;letters&lt;br /&gt;A- Z&lt;br /&gt;write a book...a movie...a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we write&lt;br /&gt;we create....life....art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream me.       Feel me.       Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was commissioned to create this piece for a couple, they are both &lt;a href="http://caitlinmfoyt.com/2011/05/10/feel-me-dream-me/"&gt;writers&lt;/a&gt; and these are the words that came to me when I was creating this for them. I imagined all the thoughts and stories that come to their minds and how they have to express and release letters and words in order to share with everyone else. I typed the words above on my old school typewriter and then put them on the painting. I also used spray paint and acrylic paint on canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view all of my art go to &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-5145925162351576387?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/5145925162351576387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/feel-me-dream-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5145925162351576387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5145925162351576387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/feel-me-dream-me.html' title='Feel me, dream me.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C34rCpfa5zM/Tc1i4ndVnAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OcYwgbifmhw/s72-c/feel_me_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7732324130695692376</id><published>2011-05-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T09:56:00.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love affair with David Rio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1y7wVBmwQSA/Tc1hqfrBzvI/AAAAAAAAA04/R_QSi_1USfc/s1600/chai_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1y7wVBmwQSA/Tc1hqfrBzvI/AAAAAAAAA04/R_QSi_1USfc/s400/chai_4.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you know me, you know that of the top three things in my life, &lt;a href="http://www.davidrio.com/index.html"&gt;David Rio&lt;/a&gt; is one of them. &lt;a href="http://www.davidrio.com/tiger.html"&gt;David Rio Tiger Spice Chai &lt;/a&gt;mix. Oh….ma…GOD. I dare you to try it. Seriously. I double dog dare you. I have now officially turned six people into Tiger Spice addicts. I had the lovely opportunity to try all their flavors, Tiger Spice being my ultimate fav, &lt;a href="http://www.davidrio.com/elephant.html"&gt;Elephant Vanilla&lt;/a&gt; is quite heanvely and if you want the decaf or sugar free option they are divinely delicious as well. David Rio describes their Tiger Spice as "a rich and creamy mixture of black tea and premium spices including cinnamon, cardamom and clove". I describe it as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;liquid love&lt;/span&gt;, but that’s just me. Just sayin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not come after me in full rage because you have to spend all your money on chai lattes. You must take responsibility for you own actions. Ha ha ha. You can buy David Rio from stores like Cost Plus World Market and some &lt;a href="http://www.davidrio.com/locator.html"&gt;cafes&lt;/a&gt; have it. I strongly suggest having a few canisters of it in your cupboard (with an extra for back up in case you run out). I usually have mine as a mid-day treat because it is sweet, a little spicy, and gives you the perfect little caffeine nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the way I make mine: #1 I heat up 7 oz of rice milk. #2 When it gets really warm I put in 2 tablespoons of the mix. #3 I stir it really good. #4 Just before it starts to boil I take if off the stove. #5 (Most important step of all) I do a “pre-chai hip-hop dance move” out of sheer excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a ridiculous...I had to take a photo of me with the chai mix. Please do not judge me, I couldn’t resist. Oh and here’s me in very own special David Rio Chai T-shirt. I had to reenact how the Tiger would be if it drank a chai latte...which is why I look super fierce and ready to pounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Rio, you are my amour secret jusqu'à la fin des temps. Please be with me to my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/b&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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 style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-7732324130695692376?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7732324130695692376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-love-affair-with-david-rio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7732324130695692376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7732324130695692376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-love-affair-with-david-rio.html' title='My love affair with David Rio.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1y7wVBmwQSA/Tc1hqfrBzvI/AAAAAAAAA04/R_QSi_1USfc/s72-c/chai_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-273158800832008609</id><published>2011-05-09T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:07:21.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>I get angry when I don't feel sexy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB2oN61mStc/Tcg0qi2PXyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/p9ZVi2hdN0Q/s1600/tumblr_lkwbiakUTt1qd037ao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB2oN61mStc/Tcg0qi2PXyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/p9ZVi2hdN0Q/s1600/tumblr_lkwbiakUTt1qd037ao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB2oN61mStc/Tcg0qi2PXyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/p9ZVi2hdN0Q/s320/tumblr_lkwbiakUTt1qd037ao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYTYA7Ob3AI/TcgvXM1d-pI/AAAAAAAAAzs/eEoTmO4RCAo/s1600/5678474788_a971d907a3_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYTYA7Ob3AI/TcgvXM1d-pI/AAAAAAAAAzs/eEoTmO4RCAo/s400/5678474788_a971d907a3_o.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm making my own self laugh out loud now. I'm serious. The thought of me super pissed off because I don't feel sexy is silly...but it's TRUE! I get mad because I love feeling good about myself and I feel damn good when I have on something that makes me feel adorned. It's not about someone else saying "Damn girl you look fly!", it's about how I feel in MY own skin and clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling sexy is just a "feeling". So create whatever experience you need to so that you "feel" sexy. It's an effort, one that you must put the energy into. I'll go a few weeks without giving any attention at all to my fem chic treasures. Silky lacy materials that are uber soft on my skin, a pretty peachy pink shade of lip gloss that gives me pouty lips, my red shiny patent leather high heels (or my black lacy panites with the fuchsia colored bow in the back...YOW-ZA!!!). You can hide your saucy little minxness....just be sure it's there for your pleasure. When you feel sexy I promise you will behave with more confidence and relaxation, things will just roll off your shoulders because who gives a damn honey, you feel good. And all of this without a glass of wine?! It's almost sounds absurd ha ha ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorning that body of yours is très fem chic and is an absoute ncessary when it comes to falling in love with who you are, as you are, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*I had to share the above photo &amp;nbsp;by &lt;a href="http://amandanisbetdesign.com/flash.html"&gt;Amanda Nisbet Design, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; I found it on one of my most favorite blogs in the world.... &lt;a href="http://cocokelley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coco Kelley&lt;/a&gt;. The room is decorated with such a delicate and romantic touch. I am divinely inspired by this room. I bet a saucy little minx lives there and glitter and roses fall from her ceiling every morning to gently wake her up. Carpe Diem Mamacitas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&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/3265816250625029560-273158800832008609?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/273158800832008609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-get-angry-when-i-dont-feel-sexy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/273158800832008609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/273158800832008609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-get-angry-when-i-dont-feel-sexy.html' title='I get angry when I don&apos;t feel sexy.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB2oN61mStc/Tcg0qi2PXyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/p9ZVi2hdN0Q/s72-c/tumblr_lkwbiakUTt1qd037ao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7281799420355549472</id><published>2011-05-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:07:50.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living your dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>What is your Personal Legend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ooC4a6BRPro/TcRGpTq_obI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NkXxlltQrlA/s320/The_Alchemist_%2528Cover_1%2529.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"The boy didn't know what a person's "Personal Legend" was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their Personal Legend is. At some point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everythng they would like to see happen to them in their lives...The Soul of the World is nourished by people's happiness and, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read the above in the book "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alchemist-Fable-About-Following-Dream/dp/0062502182"&gt;the Alchemist&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://paulocoelho.com/en/"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/a&gt;, my heart skipped 10 beats, then started back up again. Oh my GOD...what if I had a Personal Legend? I scratched my poofy little afro and thought really hard to myself. Well I must have one, everyone is born with a purpose. What if I finally really asked myself what it is I am good at, that makes other people feel good, and that makes my heart flutter. I'm all about the flutter honey. If my heart is singing to me and dancing around in my chest crazy like...that's a "YES" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those books that I melted into and started dreaming even BIGGER than before. The idea that the Universe will support me when I follow my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell"&gt;bliss&lt;/a&gt; was a notion I could not dare ignore. I have been experimenting with this Personal Legend thing and I will say...it is true. What excites me is creating &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt; with the intention of love, healing, and beauty. Opportunities keep coming my way and I am no longer swimming up stream anymore (which was getting really difficult and painful). It doesn't mean I do not have my challenges and lessons, but I am living on purpose with a purpose and that's why when you see me walkin' down the street I've got a little skip in my walk. Holla at ya girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took quite a while for me to KNOW I was worth going for my dreams, worth being happy, worth success and money. It also took a huge amount of courage, that yummy kind of courage that is buried deep down in your soul that makes you feel like a damn Warrior Zena Goddess! If I create art and it's shit and nobody likes it, wtf? Oh well, that's part of my path. I love my art, I love the process of taking a white canvas and then making it so pretty, colorful and shiny that I want to eat it like a piece of candy. It's 100% human to want approval, love, and support. But when you are on your hero's path, you may not get those things all of the time or at all. That's when you MUST pull them up from within you. They already exist, inside of you. So please, do the damn thing you know you are here to do. Just start somewhere, 10 minutes a day. Trust me it will grow into more time but baby steps are gentle and the perfect way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Here's your homework assignment. Please answer the following three questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;1. What is YOUR personal legend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;2. What are you going to DO about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;3. Are you aware of how powerful and beautiful you are?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls” - &lt;a href="http://www.jcf.org/new/index.php"&gt;Joseph Campbell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es dans toutes mes pensées, belles personnes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-7281799420355549472?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7281799420355549472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-your-personal-legend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7281799420355549472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7281799420355549472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-your-personal-legend.html' title='What is your Personal Legend?'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ooC4a6BRPro/TcRGpTq_obI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NkXxlltQrlA/s72-c/The_Alchemist_%2528Cover_1%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-6956275218303685833</id><published>2011-05-03T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:56:42.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>My lovely lady lumps, in the back and in the front.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cq-fTpPasdw/TcBaX7vEmUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AjxYbXszGwQ/s1600/post-3783-019879100+1284737263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cq-fTpPasdw/TcBaX7vEmUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AjxYbXszGwQ/s320/post-3783-019879100+1284737263.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where my ladies at?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have a moment of silence in honor of our curves. Our lush, round, boom badda boom bang - right up in yo' face - baby-carryin' curves. Yeah, I said it. This is for your thighs, hips, and booty. I am over you complaining about the very thing that makes you look like a damn Goddesque. I'M OVER IT! (That was me yelling though the keyboard).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not let the beauty industry set the standards on what is sexy for you. If you want to be "hot", feel hot, from the inside out, for yourself. People will feel it, but you gotta do it for YOU...first. It takes practice, so start practicing today. Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fall in love with you because your true essence is beneath no one and superior to no one. You are worth as much as every other human being. As my dear friend Deepak says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must learn to get in touch with the innermost essence of your being. This true essence is beyond the ego. It is fearless, it is free; it is immune to criticism, it does not fear any challenge. It is beneath no one, superior to no one, and full of magic, mystery, and enchantment."&lt;br /&gt;- Deepak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuff said. Peace out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-6956275218303685833?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/6956275218303685833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-for-my-curves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6956275218303685833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6956275218303685833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-for-my-curves.html' title='My lovely lady lumps, in the back and in the front.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cq-fTpPasdw/TcBaX7vEmUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/AjxYbXszGwQ/s72-c/post-3783-019879100+1284737263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3310590288915344449</id><published>2011-05-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:19:25.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give aways'/><title type='text'>Hello again! I must gift someone with an art piece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KkrNyGaBd1A/Tb9boPV1MdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oc4T6ZiZPMM/s1600/174412_1382275075_219079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KkrNyGaBd1A/Tb9boPV1MdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oc4T6ZiZPMM/s1600/174412_1382275075_219079_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am gettin jiggy wit it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Why hello here gorgeous beings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my relaunch and I want get jiggy wit it. I will be giving away a piece of my &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;, to be announced Just 1st, 2011. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be in the drawing c&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lick the "follow" button &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;on the right side of my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(underneath the pink box where all the tiny images of people's heads are :). This way you will be entered to win.&amp;nbsp;I will select someone randomly (with my eyes closed of course). If you've already clicked the follow button in the past you will certainly be in the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted 3 new blog postings below this one. And if you need a reminder of what I created Fem Chic to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"fem chic"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; (pronounced: fem \ˈshēk\)&lt;/b&gt; is how I describe my enchanted, inspired, and sensual way of living. Fem chic embodies: Falling in love with who you are, French Bohemian, the lace, ruffles, and pearls from the 1920's, the passionate feminine energy of the Tantric, a sprinkle of American Indian princess feathers, and a dash of Coco Chanel, kissed by Shabby Chic. I want to be your muse and romance you with the 'meilleur du mieux' of what stirs my souls. Life, music, self-love, fashion, decor, art, dessert, food, sexiness, wine, lattes, stories, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take all you want and pass it along. If you see a posting you like there are many ways to spread the love: twitter, facebook, email....and all that jazz that helps us connect to one another magically fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon appétit mon chéri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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/3265816250625029560-3310590288915344449?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3310590288915344449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-again-i-must-gift-someone-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3310590288915344449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3310590288915344449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-again-i-must-gift-someone-with.html' title='Hello again! I must gift someone with an art piece!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KkrNyGaBd1A/Tb9boPV1MdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oc4T6ZiZPMM/s72-c/174412_1382275075_219079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-417250884882613001</id><published>2011-05-02T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:34:41.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living your dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Give me Hollywood or give me death!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00w98myqiAQ/Tb8FJTiRfTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/gd00-3dPFA4/s1600/55go-confidently-in-the-direction-of-your-dreams-live-the-life-you-ve-imagined-posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00w98myqiAQ/Tb8FJTiRfTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/gd00-3dPFA4/s320/55go-confidently-in-the-direction-of-your-dreams-live-the-life-you-ve-imagined-posters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what the magnet on my fridge looks like yo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I've had this magnet "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined" on my fridge for years. I used to ONLY want to be a famous Hollywood actress or nothing at all. NOTHING! If I wasn't successful as an actress I would just shrivel up and die. I wonder if that was my ego or my soul's desire? Lol. At one point (perhaps recently) I ran out of money. This is a true story. I had $1.24 in my bank account. I ate oatmeal for an entire week. But my oatmeal is really good so I wasn't upset. The secret is a pinch of sea salt, butter, raisins, soy milk, and agave. Anywho, it got to the point where friends were bringing over groceries&amp;nbsp;and toilet paper. Ha! World of mine I was being HUMBLED! I had moments of utter fear and after I let those run through me I would choose to feel the exact way I would feel once I had a job and money in my bank account. It was an intense experience. Here I was with $1.24 and using my imagination to create the real feeling that I had all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful thing is during this time I was still being taken care of...I didn't know how I would continue to be taken care of it but I was still alive. I was breathing, I was talking, I was walking my dog, and perhaps I did a little sobbing on Hollywood Blvd. But I survived didn't I? Long story short, I needed a job yesterday so no more "Hollywood celebrity or die" attitude. I would get a job, any job and make money to support myself. Guess what? I did it, I got a full-time job that the very next week. And guess what again..I still was an actress because I said so. What's more is I discovered I was more than that... I am an &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;artist&lt;/a&gt;, a writer, a photographer, a painter, a friend, a sister, a teacher, a student, a comedian, a secret garden magic gnome and sometimes a super secret spy agent, oh AND a modern day Goddess. I will be creative my entire life, I don't care what my job title is. It is my intention to make all of my income from my art....but if at times that does not seem to be in Universe's plan for me I will surrender and open myself up to new lessons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I evolved during that time of having a non-creative based job. I realized many things about myself, my life, my priorities. My darlings you are what you say you are. And you are what you believe you are. If you aren't doing exactly what you wish at this moment...don't let your job titles and / or amount of money in your bank account determine who you are. Like my man Rumi says "...You are in truth, the soul, of the soul, of the soul"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;“Oh soul, you worry too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You have seen your own strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You have seen your own beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You have seen your golden wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Of anything less, why do you worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers my beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-417250884882613001?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/417250884882613001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/hollywood-or-death.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/417250884882613001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/417250884882613001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/hollywood-or-death.html' title='Give me Hollywood or give me death!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00w98myqiAQ/Tb8FJTiRfTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/gd00-3dPFA4/s72-c/55go-confidently-in-the-direction-of-your-dreams-live-the-life-you-ve-imagined-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3296453992694500484</id><published>2011-05-02T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:20:02.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><title type='text'>You're the sun in my sky butterfly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ZmYRllome8Q/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmYRllome8Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmYRllome8Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Loves... I must share this sexy song with you. The way &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenparlato.com/"&gt;Gretchen Parlato&lt;/a&gt; sings "Butterly" with her soft feminine voice just melts and soothes my tiny little heart. Honey I am mesmerized! Listen to this, day dream for a moment or two, light a gardenia scented candle and just treat yourself to a moment!&amp;nbsp;(I suggest letting the video load before playing it so that it is smooth sailing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the lyrics are delicious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious day&lt;br /&gt;lights your way&lt;br /&gt;rest your wings&lt;br /&gt;stay awhiile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the sun&lt;br /&gt;in my sky &lt;br /&gt;butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know the peace you bring&lt;br /&gt;you show me the secrets and the ways&lt;br /&gt;to love every moment of the day &lt;br /&gt;and flowers you kiss all come to llight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soaring wings &lt;br /&gt;rainbow waves&lt;br /&gt;touch my mind&lt;br /&gt;be so fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;people cry&lt;br /&gt;butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious day&lt;br /&gt;lights your way&lt;br /&gt;rest your wings&lt;br /&gt;stay awhiile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the sun&lt;br /&gt;in my sky &lt;br /&gt;butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know the peace you bring&lt;br /&gt;you show me the secrets and the ways&lt;br /&gt;to love every moment of the day &lt;br /&gt;and flowers you kiss all come to llight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give all the love we knew&lt;br /&gt;to see all the light that we can see&lt;br /&gt;and teach all the children not to lie&lt;br /&gt;and maybe one day we'll fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original of "Butterfly" is by Herbie Hancock and Bennie Maupin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&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/3265816250625029560-3296453992694500484?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3296453992694500484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-sun-in-my-sky-butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3296453992694500484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3296453992694500484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-sun-in-my-sky-butterfly.html' title='You&apos;re the sun in my sky butterfly.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-8034435578400607042</id><published>2011-05-01T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:10:38.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>I came in like a lamb but I intend to leave like a lion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeQDBDNut6A/Tb45l47h0ZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ctM2-fVbx7c/s320/shiva_web_site.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh hello there my darlings...I fear I've left you for much too long. But do not fret, I thought of you all often. Okay seriously, that was a very long time since my last post. I will be honest...I had a life changing event happen, a visit to my past and it was necessary that I take a break from being creative. I believe it is very true when they say if you do not face your fears they will continually manifest themselves anyway. When my soul gets rattled, which sometimes life can do...I turn within for some quiet time. It's the only way I know how to really allow myself time to heal. I am back now, feeling safe, strong and fabulous, oh and beautiful... inside and out :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone else had the ability to knock me down and it became quite obvious to me that I needed to build a much stronger shield around my worthy self. We are responsible for protecting ourselves. First and foremost it is YOUR job to cherish YOURSELF. When we are children we can be victimized because adults are bigger and stronger and we rely on them. But as adults we cannot blame anyone for "making" us feel insecure or less than. The ONLY way someone has access to my inner goodies is if I give it to them. And honey I used to give my soul away! I didn't know I was worth more than gold....we all are. How sad to not know that. But how liberating it is now to know that I get to decide my worth. As my girl Madea would say "Hallelujer!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attention ladies &amp;amp; gents: I urge you protect your beautiful insides (aka soul). And you'll know when to put your invisible shield up. You're in a group of people, everyone is talking, but there's someone that has an edge about them, a hint of anger, a little obnoxiousness...walk away. Don't even take the emotional energy to analyze why they are being a  douche. JUST WALK AWAY. If you cannot walk away became so neutral to them that you only hear their voice and see their mouth moving, you can even see their low energy bouncing right off you. It's so much fun. It's totally my new thing. Some people are unhappy and they want company but it's not wrong to allow them to learn their own lessons, at their own pace, by walking away. They have a right to be on their own path. We all do. **Disclaimer: if this someone is a loved one and there is usually mutual respect and unconditional love then communication is absolutely encouraged versus walking away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhh...that's me exhaling. I have triple the physical, emotional, mental, creative and spiritual energy since I have learned that I DECIDE who and what I will give my attention to. It even comes down to my thoughts. If I have thoughts based on fear instead of love, I will straight up checkity-check those thoughts. I'll be like "Yo! Thoughts based on fear! You need to get up outta hear NOW". Fear is natural and can extremely useful in guiding you away from danger, however, I do not want irrational fear to limit me and keep me growing or trying new things. I'm only here for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all my little bunnies. I do hope you will visit me from time to time as I share my goodies with you. And I hope you will forgive me for leaving for so long. The above photo is one of my newest &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;paintings&lt;/a&gt; entitled "Shiva", it's 12 inches x 12 inches, acrylic, spray paint, paper, and ink on canvas (&lt;i&gt;sold&lt;/i&gt;). Please enjoy it as eye candy and drink in as much as you like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The title of this blog "I came in like a lamb, but I intend to leave like a lion" is one of my favorite lyrics from Sade in her song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RryAoJWbzpg"&gt;Bullet Proof Soul&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;**to share this story with your friends click on any icon below. spread the love :).&amp;nbsp;&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/3265816250625029560-8034435578400607042?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/8034435578400607042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-came-in-like-lamb-but-i-intend-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8034435578400607042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8034435578400607042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-came-in-like-lamb-but-i-intend-to.html' title='I came in like a lamb but I intend to leave like a lion.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeQDBDNut6A/Tb45l47h0ZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ctM2-fVbx7c/s72-c/shiva_web_site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-8653499816721356101</id><published>2010-06-24T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:23:53.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>"Mindfulnest" is the sweetest nest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCPpwxju6UI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Pi7UBtglaNc/s1600/Ladies_Night_last_friday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486485795213601090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCPpwxju6UI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Pi7UBtglaNc/s320/Ladies_Night_last_friday.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sweetest nest is my "&lt;a href="http://mindfulnest.net/"&gt;Mindfulnest&lt;/a&gt;". This popular and ever so alluring store is definitely fem chic...it's full of adornments for home, body and soul. As quoted in the &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/home_blog/2009/09/mindfulnest-contemporary-crafts-with-a-conscience-.html"&gt;Los Angeles Times&lt;/a&gt;, Mindfulnest is "devoted to affordable, handmade contemporary crafts". Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of their products are American made and over 40% of their wonderful items are made by local artist so the money goes right back into the community. Being an artist &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/"&gt;myself&lt;/a&gt;, I heart them for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have unique gifts, jewelry, and they carry Klean, a line of natural body and bath products. You can make your own scented candles, diffusers and room sprays by sampling the different fragrances at a blending bar in the back. It's such a pretty shop, you MUST visit. You may even want to live in this store, you know I do :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And for my ladies...it's near &lt;a href="http://www.waxpoeticsalon.com/"&gt;Wax Poetic Salon, Spa &amp;amp; Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, a place you can visit to get a little sexy in if ya' know what I mean, wink wink. (Bikini time?) Whenever I visit I fall in love because they offer me a glass of red wine while I wait. Sweetness &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are two events coming up this weekend at Mindfulnest in Burbank that I must attend. You'll join me won't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Friday, June 25th,  6pm-9pm is Ladies' Night Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, invite your most  bestest girlfriends and stroll from shop to shop on Magnolia Park. There will be gift give aways (I heart gift give aways), sales, special treats (did somebody say treats?), and good loving people. Kiss kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Saturday, June 26th, 1pm-5pm is a "Meet and Greet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with many of Mindfulnest's local artist. Did I mention they will be having &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;FREE ice cream and henna tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? WHAT??? I know, pure heaven. Let's do this mon chéri. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindfulnest is located at:&lt;br /&gt;3319 W. Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;Burbank, CA 91505 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mindfulnest.net/"&gt;www.mindfulnest.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Burbank-CA/MINDFULnest/157509882034?ref=ts"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mindfulnest"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-8653499816721356101?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/8653499816721356101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/mindful-nest-is-sweetest-nest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8653499816721356101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8653499816721356101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/mindful-nest-is-sweetest-nest.html' title='&quot;Mindfulnest&quot; is the sweetest nest.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCPpwxju6UI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Pi7UBtglaNc/s72-c/Ladies_Night_last_friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7782893103513453826</id><published>2010-06-23T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:10:06.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama Gena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Words of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCLzio0dl5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qlxgNRziC8Q/s1600/plastic+dreams+melissa+mag+DITA_froufrou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486215072489248658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCLzio0dl5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qlxgNRziC8Q/s320/plastic+dreams+melissa+mag+DITA_froufrou.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some words of love from the one and only &lt;a href="http://www.mamagenas.com/"&gt;Mama Gena&lt;/a&gt;, a woman who promotes pleasure and self-love in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't compromise. Make it your intention to have what you want."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom is new. Freedom is mine. Freedom is absolutely divine. Freedom is here. Freedom is now. Freedom is the cat's meow."&lt;br /&gt;"The only way out of your fears is through them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take the appearance of fear as a very positive sign. For fear does not visit when you are conforming and safely following the rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want glow? You gotta have fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=mama+gena&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;Mama Gena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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/3265816250625029560-7782893103513453826?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7782893103513453826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/words-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7782893103513453826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7782893103513453826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/words-of-love.html' title='Words of love.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCLzio0dl5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qlxgNRziC8Q/s72-c/plastic+dreams+melissa+mag+DITA_froufrou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-2701308606972785632</id><published>2010-06-15T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:30:06.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>Panties, flowers and garter belts...OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA7g-HxO5QI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qreStAAvTJU/s1600/mimi_petite_couqtte.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480565154398528770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA7g-HxO5QI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qreStAAvTJU/s320/mimi_petite_couqtte.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you want to know what I adore? J'adore fancy lingerie and fresh flowers. I guess most ladies do. But...I recently discovered how to give romantic gifts to myself. I treat myself to a dozen pink roses, then I light scented candles, put on Nina Simone, a dab of my best perfume and...voila! I'm ready to walk around in my silky lacey delights for no good reason at all. And I do this whenever I want. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon amour, you needn't wait for anyone to enjoy your body, as it is NOW, in silk, ruffles, and lace. You can feast on your inner sexiness anytime, maybe tonight...why not? And as one of my favorite authors &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-bible-yeah-its-pink-so-what.html"&gt;Mama Gena&lt;/a&gt; says (I'm paraphrasing) how can you expect someone else to treat you with fabulous gifts and pleasure if you cannot treat yourself to these very things? Well?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;...I walked into the most charming lingerie shop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Silverlake&lt;/span&gt; the other day called "&lt;a href="http://www.bittersweetbutterfly.com/"&gt;Bittersweet Butterfly"&lt;/a&gt;. Bittersweet Butterfly is "sexy-time efficient", they sell lingerie, fresh cut flowers, and hand made jewelry. All that romance in one place, can you imagine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost stopped breathing when I saw this one bra, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;panty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garter&lt;/span&gt; belt set they carry by designer Mimi Holiday. It was insanely dreamy, delicious, and seductive. Yes...it was all of those things at the same time. Crazy right? It had this black lace fringe cupping the breast line and a sheer peach colored silk material covering for the delicate lady parts. It was designed with such perfection...just gorgeous. I WANT IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must visit Bittersweet Butterfly soon. The shop is quaint and sexy and the owner is so down to earth, lovely AND helpful. You will feel very comfortable there. Take your time, explore, and enjoy it. (p.s. If you're on a strict budget (like moi) but still want to treat yourself, there is a really good sales rack in the back). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...one more tiny thing, I believe the &lt;a href="http://larkcakeshop.com/"&gt;Lark Cake Shop&lt;/a&gt; is a few doors down so you can stop there as well and treat yourself to a cupcake (perhaps a Black &amp;amp; White cupcake topped with vanilla Italian butter cream icing?). Woe is us,  this life is getting good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appétit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chéri&lt;/span&gt;...it's all about you. After all, a happy woman, is a happy home. (I think &lt;a href="http://www.mamagenas.com/"&gt;Mama Gena&lt;/a&gt; said that too, perhaps you'll check out her &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=mama+gena&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt;, she's really smart and a strong proponent for leading a pleasure-filled life:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo from &lt;a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.co.uk/Fashion/New-season-lingerie/gallery"&gt;Harper's Bazaar, "Top Twenty Season Lingerie".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bittersweet Butterfly is located at&lt;br /&gt;1406 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Micheltorena&lt;/span&gt; St., LA, CA 90026&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bittersweetbutterfly.com/"&gt;www.BittersweetButterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bittersweetbutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rashaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-2701308606972785632?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/2701308606972785632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/panties-flowers-and-garter-beltsoh-my_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2701308606972785632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2701308606972785632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/panties-flowers-and-garter-beltsoh-my_15.html' title='Panties, flowers and garter belts...OH MY!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA7g-HxO5QI/AAAAAAAAAuc/qreStAAvTJU/s72-c/mimi_petite_couqtte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-8896920376680357096</id><published>2010-06-09T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:18:30.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Fashion + 1930's French Riviera + Chakras. Yum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TBBpkS-K8KI/AAAAAAAAAvE/rOZokGrZF34/s1600/lum_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480996818798702754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TBBpkS-K8KI/AAAAAAAAAvE/rOZokGrZF34/s320/lum_2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 215px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fashion show is très fem chic. On the real. It is inspired by the stylish fashion era of the 1930's French Riviera &amp;amp; the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chakra"&gt;Seven Chakras&lt;/a&gt;....hence the name of the show "&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lumiere-Enlightened-Fashion/126524390694469"&gt;Lumiere: Enlightened Fashion&lt;/a&gt;". Quite beautiful and unique I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to this event, I cannot resist, well I am also in it (strutting the runway, mama gonna work it). But even if I wasn't in it, I would be there. There will be jewelery, live music, art, food, cocktails and even an aerialist (an acrobat who performs in the air, as on a trapeze or tightrope). Oh snap. So won't you join me? Did I mention there's no cover?  Details below my sweet...&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newpuppyla.com/"&gt;New Puppy Gallery&lt;/a&gt; Presents&lt;br /&gt;Lumiere: Enlightened Fashion&lt;br /&gt;Saturday June 19, 2010 7pm-11pm&lt;br /&gt;2808 Elm St.&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, CA 90065&lt;br /&gt;(near Echo Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNWAY FASHION SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: &lt;a href="http://summertitone.com/"&gt;SUMMER TITONE&lt;/a&gt;, for more on &lt;a href="http://summertitone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry: &lt;a href="http://www.janaration.com/"&gt;JANARATION&lt;/a&gt;, for more on &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoga-jewelry-magic.html"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICAL PERFORMANCES&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Goff from The Elizabeth Kill,&lt;br /&gt;The Other Side of Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART&lt;br /&gt;Mark Rumsey, Sarah Goff &amp;amp; Alex Alferov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AERIAL PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runway Inspired items will be available for purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffle for Clothing, Jewelry, Gift Certificates from MindfulNest, Yoga Blend &amp;amp; more....&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails &amp;amp; Hors d’oeuvres by donation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Cover&lt;br /&gt;RSVP@janaration.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A portion of the proceeds will be&lt;br /&gt;donated to The &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/gardening-is-tres-fem-chic.html"&gt;Fountain Community Gardens&lt;/a&gt; of LACGC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lumiere-Enlightened-Fashion/126524390694469"&gt;FACEBOOK PAGE&lt;/a&gt; For updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;image created by moi, &lt;a href="http://rashaancruze.com/design.htm"&gt;rashaancruze.com/design.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art on flyer by favorite artist: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alphonse_Mucha"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alphonse_Mucha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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/3265816250625029560-8896920376680357096?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/8896920376680357096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/fashion-1930s-french-riviera-chakras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8896920376680357096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8896920376680357096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/fashion-1930s-french-riviera-chakras.html' title='Fashion + 1930&apos;s French Riviera + Chakras. Yum.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TBBpkS-K8KI/AAAAAAAAAvE/rOZokGrZF34/s72-c/lum_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-8381428344442121400</id><published>2010-06-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:08:50.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Dear Coco, will you by my Chanel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA2wccZT4KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Cm13OIaBl_k/s1600/coco_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480230324284940450" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA2wccZT4KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Cm13OIaBl_k/s320/coco_2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA2tsh6bm4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/mq6WyLb6_fA/s1600/coco_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480224796778090786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA2ras0-0SI/AAAAAAAAAts/UuRwKbF9Ng8/s320/Coco_Chanel.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 235px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remind me again how fabulous life can be, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coco_Chanel"&gt;Mademoiselle Coco Chanel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!"&lt;/div&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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/3265816250625029560-8381428344442121400?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/8381428344442121400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-coco-will-you-by-my-chanel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8381428344442121400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8381428344442121400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-coco-will-you-by-my-chanel.html' title='Dear Coco, will you by my Chanel?'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TA2wccZT4KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Cm13OIaBl_k/s72-c/coco_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-289878038642153661</id><published>2010-06-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:08:01.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>If I love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TArCJPOHgRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/UFP8O_nlmQU/s1600/boubou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479405360609984786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TArCJPOHgRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/UFP8O_nlmQU/s200/boubou.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 194px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TArCB_YwQEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lvy0dzNRErg/s1600/boubou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be with those who help your being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you leave someone's presence and you feel depleted of energy, they are toxic for you. If you leave their presence and you feel uplifted, peaceful, happy, then they are good for your soul. As one of my best most dear friends said, "It's one thing to know you are fabulous, but to have your lover know you are fabulous is the whole point!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your relationships are a reflection of what you believe about yourself. The way you treat people is also a reflection of the way you treat yourself. The point is LOVE begets LOVE, be picky my sweet angels. Honor yourself by allowing only the most loving, kind, generous people into your life. Melt into the moments with them, give your heart, and receive theirs. Be vulnerable, but FIRST...make sure they are givers. We don't want you tired and resentful from being unappreciated mon chéri! We need you in the best most sexy mood possible :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I love myself, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I love you, I love myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo from the splendid &lt;a href="http://www.boubouteatime.com/"&gt;boubouteatime&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3265816250625029560-289878038642153661?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/289878038642153661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/289878038642153661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/289878038642153661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-love-you.html' title='If I love you...'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TArCJPOHgRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/UFP8O_nlmQU/s72-c/boubou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-1893238396338579278</id><published>2010-06-04T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:07:37.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>You must always squeeze in the sexy fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAmSCKzDHHI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VuKVb8mD7dM/s1600/bunny.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479070987628780658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAmSCKzDHHI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VuKVb8mD7dM/s320/bunny.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you must clean, at least do it in your bunny ears and lingerie. No point in working without pleasure. I'm off to put on my most sparkly lip gloss and red heels to do the dishes. Happy weekend mon petit lapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-1893238396338579278?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/1893238396338579278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-must-always-squeeze-in-sexy-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1893238396338579278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1893238396338579278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-must-always-squeeze-in-sexy-fun.html' title='You must always squeeze in the sexy fun.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAmSCKzDHHI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VuKVb8mD7dM/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-5578341193118482388</id><published>2010-06-04T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:25:01.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living your dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>The courage to confront your dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAimsLGKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/HF7_N36PqMA/s1600/shine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478812224519300946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAimsLGKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/HF7_N36PqMA/s320/shine.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The boy didn't know what a person's "Personal Legend" was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their Personal Legend is. At some point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to see happen to them in their lives...The Soul of the World is nourished by people's happiness and, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"However, we don't all have the the courage to confront our own dreams...we are told from childhood on that anything we want to do is impossible...We who fight for our dream, suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse: "Oh, well, I didn't really want it anyway". We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in his journey".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; mama I got chills! I live for this book. I've read it three times. It reminds me to follow what excites me...my bliss, my enthusiasm, my joy, my passion. I have tried many times to lie to myself and avoid my true calling of what my being is...an artist. Are you kidding me? Late on the rent, no stable income whatsoever, constant rejection? I desperately fantasize about stable paychecks, health insurance, weekends off. Then I see tubes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arcylic&lt;/span&gt; paint, blank canvas, a brilliantly written hilarious script, the color fuchsia, glitter, lace, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;!....my heart rate goes up...yup, I'm an artist. CRAP! There's no turning back for me. I have to create every single day and make everything I touch more beautiful than when I found it. Or I will cry. No, I'm serious. I live to inspire myself and you. I live to heal and be healed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the above excerpt is from one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bible's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alchemist-Paulo-Coelho/dp/0061122416/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1275635983&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;the Alchemist by Paolo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Coehlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (here's a link to my other two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bible's&lt;/span&gt; I've mentioned in my blog: &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-bible-yeah-its-pink-so-what.html"&gt;Mama Gena's School of Woman Art's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-there-isnt-enough-for-me.html"&gt;The Artist's Way&lt;/a&gt;). I live for "the Alchemist". It's a fable about following your dreams. It's a short read, a beautiful read, it relates to every human being and their life, their path, their journey. Read this book, I promise you will not regret it. It's one of those books people will constantly tell you to read and when you finally do, you get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on Paolo: &lt;a href="http://www.paulocoelho.com.br/engl/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;paulocoelho&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;, and his&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rashaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-5578341193118482388?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/5578341193118482388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/courage-to-confront-your-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5578341193118482388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5578341193118482388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/courage-to-confront-your-dream.html' title='The courage to confront your dreams.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAimsLGKZ1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/HF7_N36PqMA/s72-c/shine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-9208265990585241586</id><published>2010-06-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:17:54.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening is très fem chic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAijFLGpcFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/0DW-erWLmF4/s1600/summer_garden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478808255971553362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAijFLGpcFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/0DW-erWLmF4/s320/summer_garden.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAii8ZN4aFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/X8PTYy-wj2A/s1600/garden_lettuce.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478808105141168210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAii8ZN4aFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/X8PTYy-wj2A/s200/garden_lettuce.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAhFY5PdNUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gJD1lBoViO0/s1600/garden_lettuce.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478705505473003986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAhFoTqyAdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/cSnzcyhC0fw/s320/eardrinkchic.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in Hollywood but I am a tree-girl / hippie at heart. I LOVE nature so much. The most I get here in Los Angeles is up in the canyons which are actually beautiful... but I'm still in a city, I cannot lie to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what? I have a plot at the &lt;a href="http://www.lagardencouncil.org/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;community garden&lt;/a&gt; and it is beginning to fill my heart tremendously. It's a huge plot! So far I have planted strawberries, arugula, cucumbers, lettuce, mustard, beets, tomatoes, kale, cilantro, and a variety of gnome-approved brightly colored flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so connected to the earth and I am learning patience. In order to plant anything you must first prepare the soil. Get all the rocks and big scary bugs out then mix it up so it's nice and soft. Then you can plant your baby seeds. Then you water a little bit more. This is when I expected to come back the next day and my entire plot would be lush and green and overflowing. NOT. This is where I am learning patience. My plot needs time to grow, and not just time, I need to go every few days and water, prune, pull out weeds, and talk to my garden lovingly. Otherwise why should it grow for me? Everything wants to be loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so calm and at peace at my garden. Butteries, fairies, and baby birds have started to fly over to my plot now that I have pretty flowers growing there. I believe most places have &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2061968&amp;amp;id=1382275075&amp;amp;ref=pb#!/group.php?gid=85240797670&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;community gardens&lt;/a&gt;. I had to get on a waiting list for mine but it's been so worth it. It's $10 a month for my plot and I take an entire bag of lettuce home every time. It's amazing. I'm just an old farmer tending my land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo 1: community garden on Fountain Ave., Hollywood, CA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo 2: my pickings from one trip to the garden...I swear on the garden gnomes' lives! (isn't my red colander to die for?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo 3: &lt;a href="http://eatdrinkchic.com/"&gt;eatdrinkchic&lt;/a&gt; such a lovely blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-9208265990585241586?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/9208265990585241586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/gardening-is-tres-fem-chic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/9208265990585241586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/9208265990585241586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/gardening-is-tres-fem-chic.html' title='Gardening is très fem chic.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAijFLGpcFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/0DW-erWLmF4/s72-c/summer_garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-6269608691902576197</id><published>2010-06-01T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:06:39.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Tell me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAXhvZwvb0I/AAAAAAAAAno/oUShFShxHJo/s1600/robert_maxwell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478032726251499330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAXhvZwvb0I/AAAAAAAAAno/oUShFShxHJo/s320/robert_maxwell.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 251px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAXgkfdv9OI/AAAAAAAAAng/cgv_lB2fpP4/s1600/robert_maxwell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tell me what you yearn for and I shall tell you who you are. We are what we reach for; the idealized image that drives our wandering." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-quote by James Hillman, photo by Robert Maxwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-6269608691902576197?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/6269608691902576197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-what-you-yearn-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6269608691902576197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6269608691902576197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/tell-me-what-you-yearn-for.html' title='Tell me...'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAXhvZwvb0I/AAAAAAAAAno/oUShFShxHJo/s72-c/robert_maxwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-2436363545413134705</id><published>2010-06-01T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:22:34.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>Intoxicatingly delicious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAWn8-LDvDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qnwM-P46CvM/s1600/Bellocia_Piccola.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAWjmDwH31I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CStb2oIyaF0/s1600/Crest.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAWjmDwH31I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CStb2oIyaF0/s1600/Crest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477964396003581778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAWjmDwH31I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CStb2oIyaF0/s200/Crest.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 186px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477969187689446450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAWn8-LDvDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qnwM-P46CvM/s200/Bellocia_Piccola.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 186px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be sautéing carrots with garlic right now for dinner, I am starving. And if you know me, you know that I LOVE garlic, I want to marry it. But first I MUST blog about my favorite fragrance EVER. It's called &lt;a href="http://principessabeauty.com/home.php"&gt;Piccola Perfume, - bellocia&lt;/a&gt;. But I call it "&lt;i&gt;damn sweet bliss in a bottle"&lt;/i&gt;. I've been trying to figure out a way to permanently inject into my skin. I wear it everyday. Sometimes when I wake up, I want to put it on knowing that once I shower, it will wash off, lol. I only want to inhale this scent, I don't even want to smell normal air anymore. Oh my Goddess, I know, it's ridiculous isn't it?! But don't blame me, they're the ones who made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how &lt;a href="http://principessabeauty.com/product/?category=11"&gt;Piccola Perfume, - bellocia&lt;/a&gt;, has been described: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; had a scent this would be it. An alluring blend of feminine, fresh, floral, and sensual ethereal notes, this pure perfume oil is the ultimate treat. Exquisitely sheer, soft, sweet, sexy. Bellocia is both extremely luxurious and intoxicatingly delicious. With top notes of peach and vanilla flower; middle notes of night blooming jasmine and ylang ylang and bottom notes of sandalwood and warm amber. Wow. I want me some of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&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/3265816250625029560-2436363545413134705?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/2436363545413134705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/intoxicatingly-delicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2436363545413134705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2436363545413134705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/06/intoxicatingly-delicious.html' title='Intoxicatingly delicious.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAWjmDwH31I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CStb2oIyaF0/s72-c/Crest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-8745879561291266602</id><published>2010-05-31T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:35:29.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>You do have a morning ritual....right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAr1v3NHG1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/x6KxasvcGQY/s1600/danedilion_daydreamer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479462099271228242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAr1v3NHG1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/x6KxasvcGQY/s320/danedilion_daydreamer.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 298px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAr1rsI9ytI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4VDmIY4_N9o/s1600/danedilion_daydreamer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAr1TbOaAjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-ZScovwViuE/s1600/danedilion_daydreamer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVERY morning I do my morning ritual. It's the bomb and I am ADDICTED to it. It's all about me. It has nothing to do with a cell phone, email, Facebook, car, TV, Los Angeles, job, or very hard to resist chihuahua named Lola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope you create one for yourself. For me, it puts my soul on track for what my higher purpose is and what I want my day to be like. I'm basically preparing myself so that when I do start my day "in the world" I start it with a calm and peaceful heart, mind, and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My morning ritual consists of (and the key here is to do things that you love. Be flexible, if you feel like switching it up here and there do it...whatever makes you happy):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I make a homemade green tea latte with soy vanilla milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Burn incense and light candles (I love the scents, I begin to relax immediately).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Put my Pandora radio on the "Nature" station to drown out outside noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Say out loud what I am grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Meditate for however long I want (even 2 minutes...no pressure) And by meditation I mean, closing my eyes, breathing deeply and letting my mind rest, if thoughts come up, I gently sweep them away. Our busy information-overloaded minds need a rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Read a few sentences from a few of my favorite most inspiring books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Meditate some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If anything comes up that I feel a negative feeling about, I acknowledge that and check it out. This is my house keeping process, this is how I keep my glow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Then I do some personal affirmations on what I desire for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. If I feel like it at the end I do some stretching, that makes me feel super relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh....I feel great, now I shall start my day. Boo-yah! Bring it on world, I am centered and ready for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make you own morning ritual. Do not let the world start your day for you, start it on your terms, from your soul, and for your soul. YUM! Even if you start out with a 5 minute morning ritual, you must try it, it's simply divine and will gradually get you in touch with you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo from the precious blog &lt;a href="http://dandeliondaydreamer.blogspot.com/"&gt;DandelionDaydreamer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-8745879561291266602?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/8745879561291266602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-do-have-morning-ritualright.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8745879561291266602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8745879561291266602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-do-have-morning-ritualright.html' title='You do have a morning ritual....right?'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAr1v3NHG1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/x6KxasvcGQY/s72-c/danedilion_daydreamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-4775166473681036602</id><published>2010-05-30T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:20:17.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erykah Badu'/><title type='text'>I want my freedom. I want my NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAK2AWffIiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/S_mTMeVUsSk/s1600/erykah-badu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477140213989843490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAK2AWffIiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/S_mTMeVUsSk/s200/erykah-badu.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 149px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in honor of the things from our past that we are still hanging onto. The very things that we are afraid of facing because it hurts too much, so we avoid these things like the plague. BUT...these things end up blocking us from the now, and in turn, we keep reliving these experiences, that aren't actually even happening anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my freedom and I'm willing to face my deepest fears, pains, and sadness. I'm willing to baby myself and love myself unconditionally as I am. I'm willing to embrace my true feelings, even if it is raging anger or insane jealously. You can't let it go unless you acknowledge the real truth of what you feel. I'm willing to face it, so I can lovingly let go. So I can breathe and be here now. Here's to loving ourselves enough that we allow ourselves to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bag Lady" by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/erykahbadu.com/"&gt;Erkah Badu&lt;/a&gt; says it best! I love me some Badu. She's always telling the yummiest truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bag lady you gone hurt your back&lt;/div&gt;Dragging all them bags like that&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody ever told you&lt;br /&gt;All you must hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Is you, is you, is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day all them bags gone get in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pack light&lt;br /&gt;Pack light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag lady you gone miss your bus&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurry up&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got too much stuff&lt;br /&gt;When they see you comin&lt;br /&gt;Niggas take off runnin&lt;br /&gt;From you it's true oh yes they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he gone say you crowdin my space&lt;br /&gt;So pack light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know sometimes it's hard&lt;br /&gt;And we can't let go&lt;br /&gt;Oh when someone hurts you oh so bad inside&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it you can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;So oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;If you start breathin&lt;br /&gt;Then you won't believe it&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;(So much better baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag lady&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Girl you don't need it&lt;br /&gt;I betcha love can make it better&lt;br /&gt;(Need someone to love you right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag lady, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl you don't need that, hmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo of &lt;a href="http://erykahbadu.com/"&gt;Erykah Badu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-4775166473681036602?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/4775166473681036602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-my-freedom-i-want-my-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4775166473681036602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4775166473681036602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-my-freedom-i-want-my-now.html' title='I want my freedom. I want my NOW.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAK2AWffIiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/S_mTMeVUsSk/s72-c/erykah-badu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-2191090725950009530</id><published>2010-05-29T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:03:21.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>A mochachino latte for your skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAGMzuhFizI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bcG-PkePZrM/s1600/DSC_2768_grain.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476813442147257138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAGMzuhFizI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bcG-PkePZrM/s200/DSC_2768_grain.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 166px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAFTgTMX8bI/AAAAAAAAAjo/o0Dn3JrHyqw/s1600/skin.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you love your skin? Do you sometimes stand in line at Starbucks and wish you could order a mochachino latte for it? Now you can, ummm, kind of. Presenting...Fem Chic Beauty tip #1. Body lotion can be expensive and when I've tried to buy the cheaper kind, my skin is dry within a few hours so then I have to reapply, and now the cheaper lotion is becoming as much as the better more expensive lotion. Doh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I discovered this little secret: buy baby oil, it's usually only a few dollars, and mix it with your body lotion. Just put them both in your hand at the same time then rub-a-dub-dub. This leaves my skin feeling silky smooth with a pretty glow to it, which reminds me I am sexy, well....isn't that the point?! Your skin wants to be loved too! And also, you just saved money because you're using less of the body lotion. Boo-yah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your mochachino skin latte :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://peteyfresh.com/"&gt;PeteyFresh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-2191090725950009530?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/2191090725950009530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/latte-for-your-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2191090725950009530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2191090725950009530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/latte-for-your-skin.html' title='A mochachino latte for your skin.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAGMzuhFizI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bcG-PkePZrM/s72-c/DSC_2768_grain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-8185461223814930798</id><published>2010-05-28T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:03:07.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>Did you swear in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAGNBzOcbSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BQbchHEYEWA/s1600/red_tutu_edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476813683929410850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAGNBzOcbSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BQbchHEYEWA/s200/red_tutu_edited.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 164px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TABY3Su9svI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4E2IzmWFp6M/s1600/red_tutu_edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you take the fem chic oath? Not yet? Oh...well I guess now is as good of a time as any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place your hand on your heart, take a moment to feel love, now repeat after me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;I, ________, solemnly swear to treat myself to something divinely delicious everyday, to do something wonderful for ME that fills ME with joy, everyday, and to do one thing that makes me feel very sexy, as I am, for myself...yes...EVERYDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was easy and fun, and now you must follow it EVERYDAY because you've made a very special and exciting promise to your soul, and trust me...you DO NOT want to piss your soul off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...what? You cannot come up with any ideas for today? Okay, I shall share with you my "fem chic" day. I will dance around my house for 5 minutes total, topless, in a red tutu. Then I will stop by Scoops ice-cream for a scoop of banana hazel nut dairy-free ice cream (yummy in my tummy), then I shall go and try on different perfumes at a fancy lady shop so I smell delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tra la la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo from the beautiful &lt;a href="http://bisousmonamourrevised.blogspot.com/"&gt;bisousmonamourrevised&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-8185461223814930798?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/8185461223814930798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-you-swear-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8185461223814930798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/8185461223814930798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-you-swear-in.html' title='Did you swear in?'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAGNBzOcbSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BQbchHEYEWA/s72-c/red_tutu_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3277664390541808136</id><published>2010-05-27T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:02:51.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Love or fear? You decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9HkWk-PAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3nd7Vt4k8go/s1600/flying_portabello.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476174361767328770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9HkWk-PAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3nd7Vt4k8go/s200/flying_portabello.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9Ey0n6LwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0iUFayb6fOo/s1600/flying_portabello.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fear or Love? In every moment you get to decide which one will rule your mind and therefore rule your choices, and then your actions. People will then react to how you are being (based on your choice) and you will then begin to form beliefs based on the world because of how you are being treated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall say it again...LOVE or FEAR. You get to make the choice everyday, in every moment. This is your life. I used to have very low self-esteem. My first thought to any situation was "they don't like me", "I'm not good enough", "everyone is better than me". These thoughts are completely based in fear, not in truth or love. As Deepak Chopra says in one of my favorite quotes, "You must learn to get in touch with the inner-most essence of your being. This true essence is beyond the ego. It is fearless, it is free; it is immune to criticism, it does not fear any challenge. It is beneath no one, superior to no one, and full of magic, mystery, and enchantment."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I became an adult, I decided that making myself feel like shit was total effen bullshit! I didn't want to live my life thinking I was below everyone else. I started to take control and recreate  these thoughts into ones of love and beauty for myself. Over time, I ended up changing my core beliefs about myself, then people began to treat me differently. Now I will only accept the best in my life, I feel protective of my beautiful soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You MUST be brave and go first. You cannot wait for the world to love you. Love yourself first my little bunnies, the world will be a mirror to you. You are beautiful. Don't you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rashaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. if you need more convincing, here's an interesting article on the physical effects of fear and love the body. "&lt;a href="http://www.entelechyjournal.com/robinsonwilson.htm"&gt;Love and Fear&lt;/a&gt;" by Gary Wilson and Marnia Robinson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-3277664390541808136?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3277664390541808136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-or-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3277664390541808136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3277664390541808136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-or-fear.html' title='Love or fear? You decide.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9HkWk-PAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3nd7Vt4k8go/s72-c/flying_portabello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-4719200101386329975</id><published>2010-05-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:18:10.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Seductive poetry &amp; burlesque dancers, June 5th, House of Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_8rlauZikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/AfaOEwjIQiQ/s1600/rj_0408_bw_rev.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476143593734900290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_8rlauZikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/AfaOEwjIQiQ/s200/rj_0408_bw_rev.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 133px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_7jRNom07I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7V49fVcPZdE/s1600/rj_0408_bw_rev.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just discovered this event that creates "poetry as a seductive and interactive experience". Yum. &lt;a href="http://www.thepoetrybrothel.com/"&gt;The Poetry Brothel&lt;/a&gt; will be at the luxurious &lt;a href="http://www.houseofblues.com/tickets/eventdetail.php?eventid=64107"&gt;Foundation Room at the House of Blues&lt;/a&gt; where there will also be burlesque dancing and private poetry readings. Ooh la la mon amour, voulez-vous danser avec moi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This event is $15.00 at the door and begins at 8pm on Saturday June 5th, 2010, at the House of Blues located at: &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?cid=4180781996776317899&amp;amp;q=8430+Sunset+Blvd.,+West+Hollywood,+CA+90069&amp;amp;gl=us"&gt;8430 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood, CA 90069&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mission of Poetry Brothel is to expand Los Angeles' personal, intellectual and fiscal interest in poetry through events, workshops and other projects. Intimacy, community, passion, service and transformation of environment and self are the guiding principles behind The Poetry Brothel. With these principles in mind, The Poetry Brothel creates worlds in which poets and non-poets can better come together to celebrate the pleasures of poetry held in an intimate environment that is the one and only Foundation Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boudoir photos by moi, &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/boudoir.htm"&gt;rashaancruze.com/boudoir.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-4719200101386329975?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/4719200101386329975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry-brothel-june-6th-at-house-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4719200101386329975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/4719200101386329975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry-brothel-june-6th-at-house-of.html' title='Seductive poetry &amp; burlesque dancers, June 5th, House of Blues'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_8rlauZikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/AfaOEwjIQiQ/s72-c/rj_0408_bw_rev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-840077014902783169</id><published>2010-05-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:25:17.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>The smallest thing would fill her with wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_1karkLGpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/V8vESUm-7a8/s1600/desire+Odier.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475643131486214802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_1karkLGpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/V8vESUm-7a8/s320/desire+Odier.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 202px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_1i587ap_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/fE9Kjj1TO-4/s1600/desire+Odier.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the kind of wonderment I aim to have in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The smallest thing would fill her with wonder. Her ecstasy was continually fed by the slightest modification of things. In her there was no intentionality at all, simply an immediate and unfailing enjoyment of each moment. In comparison and despite my sensual nature, I had the impression of being totally cut off from the world. Her steadfast joy, her brilliant gaze, her continual tremoring gave the impression that she was making love with the tiniest particles of the universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Little by little she initiated me to this nonpostural yoga of presence that emerges from consciousness. For tantrikas, consciousness does not proceed frm activity; on the contrary it is activity that flows from consciousness. Thus, our senses do not perceive an outer object in order to pull it inward, toward the perceiver; on the contrary, it is consciousness that emerges, goes out and touches the world, and in this way brings back the manifestation to its source."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This excerpt is from author &lt;a href="http://www.danielodier.com/ENGLISH/Way_text.html"&gt;Daniel Odier&lt;/a&gt;. In his book, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Desire-Tantric-Awakening-Daniel-Odier/dp/0892818581"&gt;Desire, The Tantric Path to Awakening&lt;/a&gt;", he reveals his passionate experiences with a female Tantric master who taught him the suppressed practices of her ancient order. In 1968 Daniel Odier left Europe for the Himalayas, searching for a master who could help him go where texts and intellectual searching could no longer take him. He wanted everything (don't we all?): the wisdom and spirituality gained from the life of an ascetic and the beauty, love, and sensuality of a life of passion. He found both in Shivaic Tantrism, the secret spiritual path that seeks to transcend ego and rediscover the divine by embracing the passions. In an isolated Himalayan forest Odier met Devi, a great yogini who would take him on a mystical journey like none he had ever imagined. At times taking him beyond the limits of sexual experience, at times threatening him with destruction, she taught him what it is to truly be alive and to know the divine nature of absolute love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: YUM. This book is currently changing my life, the way I breathe, the way I eat, the way I meditate...and on, and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-840077014902783169?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/840077014902783169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/smallest-thing-would-fill-her-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/840077014902783169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/840077014902783169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/smallest-thing-would-fill-her-with.html' title='The smallest thing would fill her with wonder.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_1karkLGpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/V8vESUm-7a8/s72-c/desire+Odier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3490924191494612643</id><published>2010-05-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:12:43.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>If you're going to bury me...do it in my Valentino's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_zJooeVvjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JnuryuukGUQ/s1600/valentino_red.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475472946872303154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_zJooeVvjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JnuryuukGUQ/s200/valentino_red.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 195px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_zHKNWP_2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/606Xr_6iIZ0/s1600/valentino_shoe_lust.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475470225171283810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_zHKNWP_2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/606Xr_6iIZ0/s320/valentino_shoe_lust.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're going to bury me, have the decency to do it in my black lace Valentino heels or my red patent leather heels with the bow on them, for Pete's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered these heels on &lt;a href="http://shoelust.tumblr.com/tagged/heels"&gt;ShoeLust&lt;/a&gt;. I'm thinking of adding some lace and/or feathers to a pair of my black heels. These shoes are so feminine, powerful and well...I feel very excited just from looking at them. I want them, NOW. They make me want to put on some fire-engine red lipstick and a cape, and go and save a burning building, while wearing them of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine wearing them with jeans and a T-shirt, or a black cocktail dress? Or anything in between for that matter?! I am grateful for creative shoe designers who put feathers and lace on my feet so that I am reminded of the very reason I have feet! Très fem chic &lt;a href="http://valentino.com/"&gt;Valentino&lt;/a&gt;. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-3490924191494612643?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3490924191494612643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-youre-going-to-bury-medo-in-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3490924191494612643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3490924191494612643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-youre-going-to-bury-medo-in-these.html' title='If you&apos;re going to bury me...do it in my Valentino&apos;s.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_zJooeVvjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JnuryuukGUQ/s72-c/valentino_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-785910142215768660</id><published>2010-05-25T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:17:12.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The "Fem Chic" Sexy Pajama Launch Party, June 28th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCGXpmfWr1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/s9gRZpsIOAk/s1600/femchic_launch_final.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485832562076462930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCGXpmfWr1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/s9gRZpsIOAk/s320/femchic_launch_final.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCGXHJjY8yI/AAAAAAAAAwg/nnZ8xjzZgsw/s1600/femchic_launch_final.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCGWE2neZ1I/AAAAAAAAAwY/bzSQaJurzMg/s1600/femchic_launch_final.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9O2E8BLFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ghvGzcOMte8/s1600/femchic_launch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9OpiszE6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/b0ZEgkDRbbE/s1600/pc_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476182147502117794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9OpiszE6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/b0ZEgkDRbbE/s320/pc_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_9OZ1NqivI/AAAAAAAAAiA/l9zz0lGn_y8/s1600/candle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476945248007618978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TAIEr1nCAaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/uhnJY0FrHVE/s200/bisous_candle_2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 162px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all came to me while is I was hiking. All of a sudden I envisioned pale pink balloons, red velvet and lemon cupcakes that melt in your mouth from "&lt;a href="http://gloriousgoodiesglutenfreedesserts.com/"&gt;Glorious Goodies&lt;/a&gt;" (a gluten and dairy free bakery), rose petals on the table, the ladies and gentlemen in their most sexy pajamas, red velvet, gardenia and cotton candy scented Bisous candles by Vivien Killilea, live music by my favorite band "&lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bodyits-tingling-it-must-be-that.html"&gt;Jason Joseph&lt;/a&gt;", lingerie for sale by one of my favorite designers "&lt;a href="http://www.summertitone.com/"&gt;SummerTitone.com&lt;/a&gt;", and of course all of this at the most romantic lounge on Sunset Blvd., ....&lt;a href="http://www.libertineonsunset.com/"&gt;Libertine&lt;/a&gt;. My little haven :). (&lt;a href="http://www.vivtakesphotos.com/"&gt;vivtakesphotos.com/&lt;/a&gt; will be the photographer at my event).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Within a matter of days most of the details were taken care of and the party is in one month. I would say this celebration is meant to be. I know it will be très magnifique! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So won't you join me? Pretty please with sugar on top? Don't make me beg. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;*(click on image to enlarge to read details of event).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday, June 28th, begins at 8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code: Sexy Pajamas for Ladies &amp;amp; Gents&lt;br /&gt;Libertine, 8210 W. Sunset Blvd, LA, CA 90046&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes served at 8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Live music starts at 10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No cover, 21+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;design and photo by moi, &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invites printed by benreagan@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more on designer Summer Titone, visit her &lt;a href="http://summertitone.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Swuer4JZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ow0ER_jVsJ8/s1600/bardot2_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3265816250625029560-785910142215768660?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/785910142215768660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/presentingfem-chic-sexy-pajama-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/785910142215768660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/785910142215768660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/presentingfem-chic-sexy-pajama-party.html' title='The &quot;Fem Chic&quot; Sexy Pajama Launch Party, June 28th!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/TCGXpmfWr1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/s9gRZpsIOAk/s72-c/femchic_launch_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-2233385491690255453</id><published>2010-05-25T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:23:23.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><title type='text'>How dare you be so indulgent?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_ww3lmXkhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/49TdrgE7SmA/s1600/pink-chandelier-de.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475304978519659026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_ww3lmXkhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/49TdrgE7SmA/s320/pink-chandelier-de.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_wpVhSwayI/AAAAAAAAAcI/afqFaaiE_Ns/s1600/coral_couch_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_woOapYRTI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OYjFwPIjl7E/s1600/chandler_bisous.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475295475111839026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_woOapYRTI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OYjFwPIjl7E/s320/chandler_bisous.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475296696666712866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_wpVhSwayI/AAAAAAAAAcI/afqFaaiE_Ns/s320/coral_couch_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 234px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Can you imagine coming home to a fancy crystal chandelier such as this? It is so luxurious and indulgent!  The very  thought of having one hanging in my home makes me feel so sexy and rich. If I had a fancy chandelier such as this I would walk around in my home naked, everyday at noon, with lace gloves on and boss my chihuahua, Lola, around. Ha ha ha! FUN! (and a little evil according to the chihuahua). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is certainly a treat for the soul, this ladies and gents, is très fem chic. If I had one, it would be hot pink and black, with clear crystals dangling from it. Ooh...wait, I would drape it with pearls, lace and roses too. Yeah. I would put it in my closet (also known as the area in my home "Where Goddesses Prepare"). Oh dear, one of the pictures is of a chandelier hanging in a tree....did I mention I LOVE trees? "F" it! I shall put one of my chandeliers in a tree, life can be short, I must have beautiful things surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Brian Simanian yesterday on Melrose Ave. at his divinely beautiful shop "&lt;a href="http://melrosegallery.net/index.htm"&gt;Melrose Gallery &amp;amp; Antiques&lt;/a&gt;". It was like a sexy museum. You must visit him there and indulge in your imagination. I am a FIRM believer in creative visualization. Not only do I think about what I want, but I close my eyes and I feel what it will feel like, when I have what I want. As if I have it right NOW. I have had the most miraculous and magical experiences from doing this. Some people would call them coincidences but I smile because I know the very thing that has arrived, for me, is what I've been dreaming about. Anywho, while I was at the "Melrose Gallery &amp;amp; Antiques" shop  I stumbled upon this fabulous hot coral lush antique couch. I felt elegant and yummy sitting on it so naturally I had to take a photo with it. I must have one of these too. Put it on my list. DONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a risk today and have the most indulgent imagination about something you desire. Don't even think about liying to yourself, it must be something you rrrreeeeeally want. Who cares how expensive or indulgent it is. WHO CARES? At first you may feel uncomfortable, maybe even a little anxiety and guilt will creep in, then the demon voices of the ego may start whispering "You could never have that, you are wasting your time, do your taxes or clean the sink". Stay put mon chéri! Do not give up! Keep sitting there, breathe deeply and melt into your imagination. Your ego is not the boss of you, your soul is; and your soul desires lovely beautiful things that inspire you. Try it my lovelies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo of chandelier in tree: from &lt;a href="http://bisousmonamourrevised.blogspot.com/"&gt;bisousmonamour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Swuer4JZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ow0ER_jVsJ8/s1600/bardot2_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265816250625029560-2233385491690255453?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/2233385491690255453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-dare-you-be-so-indulgent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2233385491690255453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/2233385491690255453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-dare-you-be-so-indulgent.html' title='How dare you be so indulgent?!'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_ww3lmXkhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/49TdrgE7SmA/s72-c/pink-chandelier-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-260263158759821208</id><published>2010-05-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:09:40.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Your body is furious with you. It demands to be loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_NLoxGCgvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vLXxRMpuBE/s1600/Love-Magazine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472801135930802930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_NLoxGCgvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vLXxRMpuBE/s320/Love-Magazine.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 245px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_NLioSp6-I/AAAAAAAAAbA/URbplKVvmRk/s1600/love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you hate a certain part of your body or your entire body? Well this is what your body just whispered in my ear, "if I am not loved unconditionally as I am now, why in the f#@!*% should I change?". I told your body I would plead with you to please please please listen to me. If you berate your breasts, your buttock, your lady parts down under, your arms, your legs, your feet, your toes, your hair, my GOD...why would any of those things want to change for you? (negative thoughts count as berating). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would not want to change for you if you spoke harshly to me and looked at me with beady little devil eyes. How about this, what if you found one new thing a day that you did love about your least favorite body part? It works (I know because I did this with my afro and I now rock my fro, it is sexy, wild, and authentic, but in all honestly I used to hate my hair). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sweet talk the part of your body that you like the least. Charm it, love it, make it want to melt. Treat it like you would treat your lover...then watch what happens as you fall in love with that body part, AS IS.  Your body will start to change for you OR you will no longer need it to change. Ahhhh....unconditional love, it truly does have the power to transform. Everything in this universe desires to be loved. Especially the very body you were born with. This takes time and practice and consistency, but you will be in a relationship with your body until your last day. Isn't it worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a love letter I just wrote to my body. I felt a silly writing it but my body got all excited at the mere mention of it's very own love letter so I said what the heck ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;I love you body. I promise to rub silky lotions and oils onto your skin. I promise to stretch your legs and arms so they can feel relaxed. I promise to walk and run and jump to make you feel strong. I promise to take hot bubble baths with rose petals in the tub just to show you how I much I truly appreciate you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;I promise to be very gentle and loving with you when you are bloated. I promise to whisper sweet nothings to you even when you feel your most down and unattractive. I promise to love you the way you want to be loved, despite what anyone says or thinks. And I will straight up kick someone's ass if they mess with you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;Oh, and if you don't already have plans, would you be my valentine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;Yours forever and ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;Rashaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo: from sexy blog, &lt;a href="http://sugarpoptarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;SugarPopTarts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Swuer4JZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ow0ER_jVsJ8/s1600/bardot2_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-260263158759821208?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/260263158759821208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-body-is-furious-with-you-it-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/260263158759821208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/260263158759821208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-body-is-furious-with-you-it-wants.html' title='Your body is furious with you. It demands to be loved.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S_NLoxGCgvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vLXxRMpuBE/s72-c/Love-Magazine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-930519433597788187</id><published>2010-05-07T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:09:18.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Tonight is pour la femme. xo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-S3CGKmb0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LekUF309vIY/s1600/bardot2_gr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468697094177320770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-S3CGKmb0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LekUF309vIY/s200/bardot2_gr.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 128px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-S23HQDGKI/AAAAAAAAAao/ypdtoflkFOY/s1600/Celebrity-Image-Brigitte-Bardot-15758.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-SyrpAGA1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ePndErVT3nc/s1600/pearls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468692310344991570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-SyrpAGA1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ePndErVT3nc/s200/pearls.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 190px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday and you know what that means. Paint your toenails hot pink, paint your fingernails too, perhaps a shade of blood red, wear black eyeliner like Brigitte Bardot, and put on a pearl necklace, or 8 like Sarah Jessica Parker has on in the photo. Just feel sexy, please, for the sake of your body. C'est si bon la femme! (oh and please excuse my french . . . I'm doing my best and although I have no idea what I am saying, I cannot resist using the French language because it is so sexy. I MUST use it ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Swuer4JZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ow0ER_jVsJ8/s1600/bardot2_gr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3265816250625029560-930519433597788187?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/930519433597788187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/tonight-is-pour-la-femme-xo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/930519433597788187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/930519433597788187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/tonight-is-pour-la-femme-xo.html' title='Tonight is pour la femme. xo'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-S3CGKmb0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LekUF309vIY/s72-c/bardot2_gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-6204336472413799647</id><published>2010-05-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:25:29.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>This is your intervention. I am sending you to creative rehab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-RMdnheHII/AAAAAAAAAZg/U2pMuyot-ko/s1600/artists+way.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468579919243910274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-RMdnheHII/AAAAAAAAAZg/U2pMuyot-ko/s320/artists+way.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 226px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 185px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one of my &lt;a href="http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-bible-yeah-its-pink-so-what.html"&gt;bible's&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.theartistsway.com/index.php"&gt;"the Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron&lt;/a&gt;. Because of this book, I am an artist. I was already an artist but I had no idea. I came to LA to be an actress, a few years later I read this book, committed to all of its exercises and tasks, and I swear to you by the end of of the process I had created 3 &lt;a href="http://www.rashaancruze.com/art.htm"&gt;paintings&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't even KNOW I could paint. My friends were shocked when they saw my work. I was shocked. I'm still in shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From then on I haven't stopped creating and I've explored as many styles as possible. Creativity runs through my veins like blood and inspiration comes through me like a freight train. If you have any desire to be creative but you are scared, take a look at this book. It is rehab for the creative soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of the MANY uplifting excerpts from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Artists-Way-Spiritual-Creativity-Workbook/dp/0874776945"&gt;Julia's&lt;/a&gt; book . . ."God has lots of money. God has lots of movie ideas, novel ideas, poems, songs, paintings, acting jobs. God has a supply of loves, friends, houses that are all available to us. By listening to the creator within, we are led to our right path. On that path, we find friends, lovers, money, and meaningful work. Very often, when we cannot seem to find an adequate supply, it is because we are insisting on a particular human source of supply. We must learn to let the flow manifest itself where it will - not where we &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-6204336472413799647?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/6204336472413799647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-there-isnt-enough-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6204336472413799647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6204336472413799647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-there-isnt-enough-for-me.html' title='This is your intervention. I am sending you to creative rehab.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-RMdnheHII/AAAAAAAAAZg/U2pMuyot-ko/s72-c/artists+way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-6833368431522771200</id><published>2010-05-06T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:25:41.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>We are what we seek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-OdEJyMV3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/jZQwNqL6LTI/s1600/dishonest_heart_lj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468387067229394802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-OdEJyMV3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/jZQwNqL6LTI/s320/dishonest_heart_lj.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if we are not obsessed with the divine - which ultimately is but an image of our absolute Self - we find through this quest that the unity we long for is already present within us. What follows is a total easing of the body and mind, a harmony, a profound joy that every human being dreams of experiencing, because everyone knows that happiness is not dependent upon the accumulation of of powers or possessions. "You are what you seek", the Tantric Master says. (excerpt from author &lt;a href="http://www.danielodier.com/ENGLISH/Way_text.html"&gt;Daniel Odier&lt;/a&gt;, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Desire-Tantric-Awakening-Daniel-Odier/dp/0892818581"&gt;Desire, The Tantric Path to Awakening&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art: "&lt;a href="http://www.audrey-kawasaki.com/galleries.php?g=1&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;My Dishonest Heart&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://www.audrey-kawasaki.com/index.php"&gt;Audrey Kawasaki&lt;/a&gt; (beaware, her art is addicting). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-6833368431522771200?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/6833368431522771200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-what-we-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6833368431522771200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6833368431522771200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-what-we-seek.html' title='We are what we seek.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-OdEJyMV3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/jZQwNqL6LTI/s72-c/dishonest_heart_lj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3724756967105175193</id><published>2010-05-06T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:07:46.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Shaken, not stirred.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-NYLHNz0uI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ix02CkGuW-M/s1600/make-a-caipirinha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468311320496689890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-NYLHNz0uI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ix02CkGuW-M/s200/make-a-caipirinha.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 198px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know a man who is extremely intelligent, handsome, creative, kind, and has stealth-like secret agent qualities. The name? Bond. James Bond. No, just kidding. It's actually Keith. Uncle Keith. But, he is ALL of those things. I asked him to please sprinkle some of his magicalness this way. And voilà. . . he gave me a martini recipe. He is the martini master and since martini's are sexy, divine, and elegant,  they qualify as "fem chic". I'm going to try this at home, invite my most loveliest muses over, laugh, talk, relax, and enjoy myself. Viva la vida! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his own words. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with the caipirinha (pronounced kai-preen'-yah), the national drink of Brasil, when my bride and I visited and fell in love with the Amazon rain forest near Manaus, Brasil. Even though we were in the jungle, we were able to mix a varity of caipirinhas using the abundantly available tropical fruits, sugar, and cachaca (pronounced ka-sa'-sha), a liquor made from fermented sugar cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, the caipirinha is made with lime, which is really tasty. However, I prefer mine be made with my favorite fruit, maracuja (pronounced mara-ku-zsha'), the Brasilian word for passion fruit. Mixing this drink takes a little know-how. The secret is to extract the juice of the fruit while leaving the bitterness of the rind or veins behind. After that, it's quite simple to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cocktail glass, muddle fresh fruit (pulp side up) and cover it with two teaspoons of sugar. Fill the glass with ice and pour in two shots of cachaca. Mix well and enjoy. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... just thinking about caipirinhas again takes me back to the Amazon. What a civilized way to enjoy the jungle! Come to think of it, we have a couple of years left on our Brasilian visas for travel. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Keith &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-3724756967105175193?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3724756967105175193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-someone-order-martini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3724756967105175193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3724756967105175193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-someone-order-martini.html' title='Shaken, not stirred.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-NYLHNz0uI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ix02CkGuW-M/s72-c/make-a-caipirinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-5726910356085838186</id><published>2010-05-06T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:07:05.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love letter #1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-MXFFaQ-7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FXJYwTfgKEE/s1600/DSC_2935_edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468239748677041074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-MXFFaQ-7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FXJYwTfgKEE/s200/DSC_2935_edited.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 170px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-MW4UC1yTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1Kxq-Syex8I/s1600/DSC_2935_edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this passionate love letter. It made me melt a little, and you know how I inspire to have you melt a little too so, bon appétit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;". . . you can't come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, and if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, and if, when you hold me, and I don't speak, it's because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses . . ." -Edith Wharton, 1908&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the kind of crush I wish to have. One that reminds me I am alive. Entre deux coeurs qui s'aiment, nul besoin de paroles (two hearts in love, need no words) - Desbordes-Valmore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo: &lt;a href="http://peteyfresh.com/"&gt;PeteyFresh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-5726910356085838186?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/5726910356085838186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-lost-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5726910356085838186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5726910356085838186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-lost-one.html' title='Love letter #1.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-MXFFaQ-7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FXJYwTfgKEE/s72-c/DSC_2935_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-5869142968084775829</id><published>2010-05-05T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:22:58.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>White cocoa truffle, you had me at hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-JmDBL8AAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/NfKeCwbFHxY/s1600/voulspa_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468045099625349122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-JmDBL8AAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/NfKeCwbFHxY/s320/voulspa_3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 233px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Jl9lC-DcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JGkqyRkU_HM/s1600/voulspa_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in quite the foul mood today. A nasty mood, like a little gremlin whose master plan is to terrorize the city. I know, can you imagine?! Anywho, the only thing I could do to climb out of this devestating funk was to immediately eat 2 scoops of ice cream, then with the $16.00 I had left in my bank account, buy something pretty and lady-like. Please. . . do not judge me. I HAD TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was in this sexy little shop called "&lt;a href="http://www.lepinkandcompany.com/"&gt;Le Pink &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/a&gt;" on Sunset Blvd. (the walls were painted a soft rose pink so I was already beginning to feel better), when I stumbled upon the &lt;a href="http://www.voluspacandles.com/"&gt;Voluspa candles&lt;/a&gt;. Lift, sniff, put down, lift, sniff, put down, lift, sniff...OMG. What the F is this one? To my heavenly surprise it was the "White Cocoa Truffle" scented candle. Divinely delicious and oh so special. I'm not sure what they put in these candles but all of a sudden you're on a tropical island, in a candle-lit lounge/bar and they are playing sexy French house music. Très bien. Can I get a martini over here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a hypnotized zombie I went straight to the counter fully knowing my bank account would soon have a balance of $7.00 in it. I bought it, went home, lit it, and life made sense again. So...thanks to me buying that candle, you can now rest easy. No little gremlins will be gnawing off your toes as you sleep tonight (I know, I have a disturbing imagination don't I?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tah tah for now mon chéri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. My other favorite flavors from Voluspa include Laguna, Dahlia Orange Bloom and Panjore Lychee. I want to eat these candles, but I will not, because candles are not edible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-5869142968084775829?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/5869142968084775829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-cocoa-truffle-you-saved-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5869142968084775829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5869142968084775829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-cocoa-truffle-you-saved-my-life.html' title='White cocoa truffle, you had me at hello.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-JmDBL8AAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/NfKeCwbFHxY/s72-c/voulspa_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3789158842678046729</id><published>2010-05-05T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:04:32.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>The junk in my trunk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-LjWXaHRDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HefVoM1QdqU/s1600/marie_claire.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468182870961374258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-LjWXaHRDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HefVoM1QdqU/s200/marie_claire.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-LjDrsgSYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xwB1qochfuU/s1600/dove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468182549989706114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-LjDrsgSYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xwB1qochfuU/s320/dove.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 205px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Li4sQfRqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fj7omqFD-nU/s1600/marie_claire.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This woman is fiercely gorgeous. I was elated when I found her in an issue of&lt;a href="http://www.marieclaire.com/"&gt; Marie Claire&lt;/a&gt;, 2009 (I cannot recall which specific issue). I have a thing where I really enjoy seeing ALL kinds of beauty, yes, that includes color and size. Many of the models I see in magazines all look the same to me. And they're all so skinny. I don't mind naturally skinny because that is one of the sizes us ladies come in, but that's all I see. Boring! What about some curves? What about some short hair, what about some junk in that trunk? Can I get an amen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get real America, there is every kind of sexy woman up in here, I would appreciate if I saw that reflected in your top national beauty magazines. Somebody take a risk...please. I do LOVE those &lt;a href="http://www.dove.us/#/cfrb/"&gt;Dove&lt;/a&gt; ads though. They're called "&lt;a href="http://www.dove.us/#/cfrb/about_cfrb.aspx"&gt;Campaign for Real Beauty&lt;/a&gt;". Those ads have GOT to be great for the self-esteem of the &lt;a href="http://www.dove.us/#/CFRB/GirlsOnly/default.aspx"&gt;little girls&lt;/a&gt; growing up today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-3789158842678046729?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3789158842678046729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/junk-in-my-trunk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3789158842678046729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3789158842678046729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/junk-in-my-trunk.html' title='The junk in my trunk.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-LjWXaHRDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HefVoM1QdqU/s72-c/marie_claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7646840470513454412</id><published>2010-05-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:20:30.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erykah Badu'/><title type='text'>I'm a recovering undercover over lover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-HPfk-braI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i83bLQRl4UI/s1600/love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467879564012924322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-HPfk-braI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i83bLQRl4UI/s400/love.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These lyrics by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/erykahbadu.com/"&gt;Erykah Badu&lt;/a&gt; touch the very core of my heart . . . and then some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a recovering undercover over lover&lt;br /&gt;recovering from a love I can't get over&lt;br /&gt;recovering undercover over lover&lt;br /&gt;and now my common-law lover thinks he wants another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd lie for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;and pop for you,&lt;br /&gt;and break for you,&lt;br /&gt;and hate for you,&lt;br /&gt;and hate you too&lt;br /&gt;if you want me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray for you,&lt;br /&gt;crochet for you,&lt;br /&gt;make it from scratch for you,&lt;br /&gt;leave out the last for you.&lt;br /&gt;Go to da store for you,&lt;br /&gt;do it some mo for you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want me to:&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a recovering undercover over lover.&lt;br /&gt;Recovering from a love i can't get over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a recovering undercover over lover&lt;br /&gt;and now my common-law lover thinks he wants another&lt;br /&gt;And I'd lie for you,&lt;br /&gt;and cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;and pop for you,&lt;br /&gt;and break for you,&lt;br /&gt;and hate for you,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll hate you too&lt;br /&gt;if you want me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;chopped and screwed for you,&lt;br /&gt;paint it red for you,&lt;br /&gt;its true its true,&lt;br /&gt;Poor Badu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was through with you,&lt;br /&gt;guess I'm a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics by &lt;a href="http://erykahbadu.com/"&gt;Erykah Badu's &lt;/a&gt;new album "New Amerykah Part Two: Return of the Ankh", song entitled "Out of My Mind, Just in Time". Photo from the beautiful &lt;a href="http://bisousmonamourrevised.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-02-17T19:12:00-08:00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;bisous mon amour&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-7646840470513454412?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7646840470513454412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-recovering-undercover-over-lover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7646840470513454412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7646840470513454412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-recovering-undercover-over-lover.html' title='I&apos;m a recovering undercover over lover.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-HPfk-braI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i83bLQRl4UI/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-1164396838978969463</id><published>2010-05-04T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:23:37.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>I want to smell like nostalgia with a touch of modern femininity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-C8GxrBNfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6MgRs-17iDY/s1600/anna_sui.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467576772226790898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-C8GxrBNfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6MgRs-17iDY/s200/anna_sui.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-C74rkAIZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3kqNeDAqe_w/s1600/anna_sui.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy Batman I love this perfume. It's &lt;a href="http://www.annasui.com/en/fragrance/classic.html"&gt;Anna Sui's "the Signature Fragrance"&lt;/a&gt;. The funny thing is I used to never wear perfume. I didn't understand why a person would want to smell the same way all the time, and artifically at that. But then I learned that you wear perfume for yourself, so that every time a whiff of the scent makes its way up to your nose...you melt. THAT is how delicious the perfume you buy should be. Do not settle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've discovered that I love anything with the scent of musky amber in it. However, this is the first floral fragrance that I have gone cuckoo for cocoa puffs over. It has the fruity scents of bergamot, raspberry, and apricot in it; along with the soft earthiness of rose, jasmine, cedarwood and powdery Tonka. Yow! I'm melting. Right now. I'm not kidding. Someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smelling really pretty can put your senses in a very sexy mood, and that, mon chéri,  is very "fem chic". I have yet to own this perfume, but I am manifesting it as we speak. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-1164396838978969463?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/1164396838978969463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-smell-like-nostalgia-with-touch-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1164396838978969463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1164396838978969463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-smell-like-nostalgia-with-touch-of.html' title='I want to smell like nostalgia with a touch of modern femininity.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-C8GxrBNfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6MgRs-17iDY/s72-c/anna_sui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-6695665270621505557</id><published>2010-05-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:16:10.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes, Cocktails and Comedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9-cqTn7IOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ROYInMDW_14/s1600/cupcakes+cocktails+and+comedy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467260723287236834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9-cqTn7IOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ROYInMDW_14/s320/cupcakes+cocktails+and+comedy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 261px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9-XqtndDiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iqFHV_oClIc/s1600/cupcakes+cocktails+and+comedy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely Lady Vivien Killilea, who runs &lt;a href="http://daydreamrepublic.com/"&gt;Daydream Republic&lt;/a&gt; (an art gallery / music space) is having an event that definitely qualifies as "&lt;i&gt;fem chic&lt;/i&gt;". This entire month she's having an all girls art show and it kicks off this Friday, May 7th, with "&lt;a href="http://daydreamrepublic.com/Daydream_Republic/upcoming_events.html"&gt;Cupcakes, Cocktails and Comedy&lt;/a&gt;." Ummm...yeah, as Beyoncé would say, "All the ladies if you feel me, help me sing it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 5 lady stand-up comedians, over 20 female artists' work on display and vegan, organic cupcakes provided by &lt;a href="http://www.lusciousorganicdesserts.com/"&gt;Luscious Desserts&lt;/a&gt; as well as delicious mixed cocktails and wine free-flowing all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $15 and that includes all the drinks and cupcakes guests can eat and drink!". Girls Night Out! Let's do this! Must I repeat myself? CUPCAKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-6695665270621505557?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/6695665270621505557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/cupcakes-cocktails-and-comedy-wha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6695665270621505557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/6695665270621505557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/cupcakes-cocktails-and-comedy-wha.html' title='Cupcakes, Cocktails and Comedy.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9-cqTn7IOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ROYInMDW_14/s72-c/cupcakes+cocktails+and+comedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-1955594290806664629</id><published>2010-05-03T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:54:08.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Daydream believer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S99RYOVooYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Axs7YmSLu_M/s1600/sunlight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467177949258621314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S99RYOVooYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Axs7YmSLu_M/s320/sunlight.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 211px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These words by Rumi (below) make me think of how I feel when I face the darkest parts of my soul. The parts I won't talk about, the parts that make me feel alone, scared, different. Then I remember we are all human with these same deep fragile vulnerabilities, it's the very thing that connects us. When I face them and embrace them, say hello lovingly and let them flow through me at their pace, I become free. Then I fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I Was Dead but I Came to Life"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I was dead, but I came to life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was all tears, I turned into laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The authority of Love arrived, and I became Love's authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My eyes are saturated with all I've seen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my soul is brave; my spirit is like a lion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and so I was made the radiant Venus . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(photo from the beautiful &lt;a href="http://bisousmonamourrevised.blogspot.com/"&gt;bisousmonamourrevised&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-1955594290806664629?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/1955594290806664629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-dream-believer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1955594290806664629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1955594290806664629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-dream-believer.html' title='Daydream believer.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S99RYOVooYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Axs7YmSLu_M/s72-c/sunlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-5148180474891140429</id><published>2010-05-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:24:26.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><title type='text'>I refuse to wait. I want my palace NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S98a3Q60T8I/AAAAAAAAATw/PsNedoUqqZM/s1600/sleeper_sofa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467118009387864002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S98a3Q60T8I/AAAAAAAAATw/PsNedoUqqZM/s320/sleeper_sofa_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S98awwi_TbI/AAAAAAAAATo/t-TrnDk-gRw/s1600/crystal_roses_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467117897618771378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S98awwi_TbI/AAAAAAAAATo/t-TrnDk-gRw/s200/crystal_roses_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so over waiting. You know how you save the best for a special occasion or the best for last? That is ridiculous. Like you'll save your lacey bra for a fancy evening out or the fancy linens for when you have guests? I've decided every day is now going to be a special occasion because (and not to be morbid but I am going to be morbid now), you have no idea when your last day is going to be. I want my lace now. I want my dessert when I want it and mostly, I've been wanting to live in a palace. So I created one. I painted every room in my tiny studio a different color, (I specifically chose colors I wanted to swim in). I have about 10 candles that I light every night. Yes, EVERY NIGHT. I sleep on feathers and the softest most coziest blanket, I play Billie Holiday and Miles Davis and of course I burn incense :). I literally feel like I am inside of  a majestical Indian temple with my own personal jazz band. Totally spoiling myself  = a happy Rashaan = a kind, loving, silly, woman spreading the love to others. See? It's contagious. World peace is next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These photos are from designer &lt;a href="http://rachelashwellshabbychic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel Ashwell's&lt;/a&gt; blog, she founded &lt;a href="http://shabbychic.com/"&gt;Shabby Chic&lt;/a&gt;. She LOVES soft pink, antiques, country floral prints, and worn out furniture. I adore her style, I want to drink it all up. But every time I saw her designs I felt really sad because I wanted to live somewhere like that and thought I had to wait until I was rich and could buy a home. WRONG SUCKAS! The point is don't wait because when you think about it....what in the world are you waiting for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. To reinvent my home, I traded things, made things, bought the left over paint at Home Depot and shopped at Ross (where I'd buy broken stuff and fix it). The excuse that you have no money isn't going to work here ladies and gents. (I know cause I used it for years then as soon as I stopped, low and behold, my palace arrived). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-5148180474891140429?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/5148180474891140429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-refuse-to-wait-i-want-my-palace-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5148180474891140429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/5148180474891140429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-refuse-to-wait-i-want-my-palace-now.html' title='I refuse to wait. I want my palace NOW.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S98a3Q60T8I/AAAAAAAAATw/PsNedoUqqZM/s72-c/sleeper_sofa_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-196774562277950303</id><published>2010-05-01T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:52:15.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self growth'/><title type='text'>Fuck it. And move on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yhaXjtlSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Axo0jGi8Pvo/s1600/amber_fuck_it.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466421522093413666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yhaXjtlSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Axo0jGi8Pvo/s320/amber_fuck_it.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 239px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman / Goddess / walking piece of art . . . &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/amberjcruze"&gt;Amber J. Cruzé&lt;/a&gt;, has inspired me by saying "Fuck it and move on". In her own words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It can be constructive to critique your own work and listen to the advice of others, but there are times when you just have to say fuck it and move on. Life is much too spontaneous to constrain yourself within the opinions of others, or worse, your own inner-critic. Dare to be free."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my own words...It has been very scary for me to be authentic, to be truly who I am, to say exactly how I feel, especially if it will cause conflict. But every single time I tell my truth and my follow my instincts I feel this space of energy being created. I'm uplifted by this intense feeling of hope that I am worthy to trust MY instincts. . . always. With more and more practice I become super duper brave and it gets easier to hear that voice inside of me when it says "NO! Absolutely NOT! This is not okay!". Now I listen and take action. For example, there was a man standing behind me in line at the grocery store, he touched my hair without my permission so I turned to him and said (in my most stern voice) "Do you WANT to get punched in the face?!". LOL. It felt so good for my first reaction to be my gut reaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must take care of our own soul. We are responsible for the total and ultimate care of it. As Rumi said, "You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life". When you listen to others out of fear and the need for their approval, you crawl. Listen to your soul. Be a warrior of truth and make the choice to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on Amber, her Jewelry Design and words visit &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/amberjcruze"&gt;etsy.com/amberjcruze&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amberjcruze.blogspot.com/"&gt;amberjcruze.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-196774562277950303?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/196774562277950303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/196774562277950303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/196774562277950303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it. And move on.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yhaXjtlSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Axo0jGi8Pvo/s72-c/amber_fuck_it.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-1049063107615499699</id><published>2010-05-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:15:44.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>My body is vibrating. Damn soul music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S93FtlYceJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6PZWUtv6FtE/s1600/jason+joseph.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466742909617076370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S93FtlYceJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6PZWUtv6FtE/s200/jason+joseph.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 179px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9zGjp6Dg8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/NDgUT3Bu6vE/s1600/jasonjoseph_supersouleflyer_sm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466462363568014274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9zGjp6Dg8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/NDgUT3Bu6vE/s320/jasonjoseph_supersouleflyer_sm.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 222px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Oh.....ma......god. Seriously? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonjoseph.com/"&gt;Jason Joseph's&lt;/a&gt; "Super Soul Spectacular" every Monday night at &lt;a href="http://www.libertineonsunset.com/"&gt;Libertine on Sunset Blvd.&lt;/a&gt; I CANNOT get enough. Jason and his live band GET DOWN FUNKY SOUL style. I will admit, my body starts to vibrate while listening to this band. And that's after only a few sips of red wine, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it is on a Monday night, the place is always packed and people are dancing and laughing and enjoying themselves. I'm not into the Hollywood scene at all, ask my girlfriends; it's extrememly difficult to get me out of my cozy little palace. But...this place has captivated me and become my little haven, my dessert after a hard week's work. The crowd and staff at Libertine are very down to earth, beautiful, diverse, and the band is beyond talented. Did I mention they have an effen horn section?! Get out of town! Wait, no, don't get out of town...let's go Libertine. Hollah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more events at Libertine visit &lt;a href="http://livemusicla.com/libertine.htm"&gt;LiveMusicLA.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Libertine is located at &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=8210+W.+Sunset+Blvd.+LA,+CA+90046&amp;amp;sll=34.094976,-118.373768&amp;amp;sspn=0.010022,0.01929&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=8210+W+Sunset+Blvd,+Los+Angeles,+California+90046&amp;amp;ll=34.09784,-118.368008&amp;amp;spn=0.010022,0.01929&amp;amp;z=16"&gt;8210 W. Sunset Blvd, Hollywood CA, 90046&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For more on Jason Joseph's music visit &lt;a href="http://jasonjoseph.com/"&gt;JasonJoseph.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3265816250625029560-1049063107615499699?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/1049063107615499699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bodyits-tingling-it-must-be-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1049063107615499699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1049063107615499699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bodyits-tingling-it-must-be-that.html' title='My body is vibrating. Damn soul music.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S93FtlYceJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6PZWUtv6FtE/s72-c/jason+joseph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-7208347683874099183</id><published>2010-05-01T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:27:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga + Jewelry = Magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yBCiECYLI/AAAAAAAAALs/7PD1zeuy8dc/s1600/Bowing+Lotus+500x500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466385928224399538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yBCiECYLI/AAAAAAAAALs/7PD1zeuy8dc/s200/Bowing+Lotus+500x500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yA7h51J4I/AAAAAAAAALk/NCYok-zIj_4/s1600/Bowing+Lotus+Namaste+500x500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;I discovered this jewelry designer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janaration.com/"&gt;Janration&lt;/a&gt;, and her pieces feel magical to me. She mixes the essence of Yoga with jewelry. Her designs are simple, beautiful, and have a healing spirit to them. I'm always seeking to be inspired with soulfulness living in the center of Hollywood (a.k.a. La La Land, "the city of illusions"). Thank you Janaration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Jana to share more on her designs and what inspires her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My name is Jana and I am the owner of Janaration - A Yoga Inspired Jewelry company. Being a Yoga Teacher and Jewelry Designer the combination of Yoga and Spiritual  jewelry was an organic evolution that came from my desire to not only heal on the mat, but to inspire Yogi's and Non-Yogi's alike.  Janaration incorporates healing elements in an effort to design pieces that look beautiful and radiate a positive, healing message that inspires and promotes spiritual growth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Janaration has an inspiring new design called "Bowing Lotus" (pictured above). This piece has amazing depth of meaning that is full of reverence to self and others, all in one design. "Namaste" means "I bow to you". What an honor to have a design greet everyone who enters my realm in such a respectful way. The "Lotus Flower" represents Spiritual Enlightenment. This meaning speaks for itself. Enlightenment in life is always a goal. Mother of Pearl, the stone the louts is made of, represents Prosperity. The dictionary defines Prosperity as the state of flourishing, thriving, success, or good fortune. Whether in Love, Money, or Life we are always looking for Prosperity in one aspect or another. This is by far my favorite new design and every time I don this beautiful piece around my neck the compliments abound. For more on this piece you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.janaration.com/"&gt;janaration.com &lt;/a&gt;and look under the &lt;a href="http://janaration.com/catalog/index.php?cPath=42&amp;amp;osCsid=3094572c2da57799d6373524a331a853"&gt;Restorative Collection&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-7208347683874099183?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/7208347683874099183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoga-jewelry-magic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7208347683874099183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/7208347683874099183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/05/yoga-jewelry-magic.html' title='Yoga + Jewelry = Magic.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9yBCiECYLI/AAAAAAAAALs/7PD1zeuy8dc/s72-c/Bowing+Lotus+500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-3912426647336480679</id><published>2010-04-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:26:25.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama Gena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I live by'/><title type='text'>The new bible. Yes. It's Pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9sjXPOsl3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/RLCha3h8vaI/s1600/mamagena.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466001454876366706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9sjXPOsl3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/RLCha3h8vaI/s200/mamagena.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 148px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me, I've probably brought this book up 8 times within our 5 minute conversation. I can't help it though, and I won't help it. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mama-Genas-School-Womanly-Arts/dp/0743439937"&gt;Mama Gena's School of Woman Arts&lt;/a&gt; by Regena Thomashauer. Every woman I've suggested it to has thanked me over and over again. Like I said, it's the new bible. This book changed the way I think, love men, love friends, love myself, see my self as a sensual being (without the guilt us little girls were brought up to feel), see my desires as divine, ask for what I want...KINDLY, speak my truth (damn this one feels powerful), embrace all of my feelings (including anger, envy, etc.) take care of my needs and choose FUN over complaining...WOW. Yeah, CHOOSE FUN, can you believe it? I could go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read it twice, now I read a few sentences every morning. If you want pleasure in your life, you are responsible for getting it. And boy does it feel good to be a happy woman. In fact, it's contagious. Here's one of my favorite Mama Gena quotes, "...a woman in love with herself is a rare and intoxicating sight". It seems us ladies have been taught to keep our deepest desires to ourselves and not accept our bodies and beauty as we are, now. No more of that. When you reveal your desires and find the sexiness in you, something magical happens. It may even hurt a little at first because it can feel wrong to have what you want for many reasons. TIME TO GET OVER IT. LIFE IS SHORT. TIME FOR PLEASURE. If you aren't going to take your pleasure seriously, who is? We are here to feel joy, don't resist it. Or do, but don't come complaining to me cause I'm gonna be laying in my feather bed, in the middle of the afternoon, in my lace panties, eating chocolate cupcakes with pink diary-free frosting. Boo-yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. If you aren't ready to read the book just yet, sign up for &lt;a href="http://www.mamagenas.com/good-stuff/index.php"&gt;Mama Gena's Daily Fluff&lt;/a&gt;, it's a sentence or two of daily inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-3912426647336480679?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/3912426647336480679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-bible-yeah-its-pink-so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3912426647336480679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/3912426647336480679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-bible-yeah-its-pink-so-what.html' title='The new bible. 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It&apos;s Pink.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9sjXPOsl3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/RLCha3h8vaI/s72-c/mamagena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265816250625029560.post-1755434860269411308</id><published>2010-04-29T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:47:17.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cupcake foreplay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9plmj28KxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_Z9Ql9h-M7A/s1600/sprinkles-cupcakes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465792810902629138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9plmj28KxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_Z9Ql9h-M7A/s200/sprinkles-cupcakes.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 165px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week you must treat yourself to something divine. Something naughty. How about a cupcake from &lt;a href="http://www.sprinkles.com/"&gt;Sprinkles&lt;/a&gt; or an ice cream cone from Scoops? Yum. Something you would have gotten really excited for when you were 7 years old. For the kid in you. But since you're an adult now...let it melt in your mouth. Before you eat it, look at it, smell it, then close your eyes, and put it in your mouth...slowly. It will taste so much better when you really allow yourself to savor it. We're always rushing around, from one thing to the next. When you eat, don't rush it. Eating is so sexy. Enjoy it all the way. Try it, it will make your soul happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff0099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rashaan Cruzé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You wander from room to room, hunting for the diamond necklace, that is already around your neck.&lt;/i&gt;" -Rumi&lt;/span&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/3265816250625029560-1755434860269411308?l=femchic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/feeds/1755434860269411308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-sweet-goes-long-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1755434860269411308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265816250625029560/posts/default/1755434860269411308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femchic.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-sweet-goes-long-way.html' title='Cupcake foreplay.'/><author><name>Rashaan Cruzé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531957275442851132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S-Bz0kHwRNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/D6rlc-f48dA/S220/DSC_2768_grain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFJm2dncXzs/S9plmj28KxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_Z9Ql9h-M7A/s72-c/sprinkles-cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
