tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34692082479151293402024-02-18T23:27:57.565-05:00Rashan RevisitedMy name is Rashan Jamal - The R. and A. stand for Rah, turn it around, it still comes out RRashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-63141717939089863972014-12-22T03:02:00.000-05:002014-12-22T03:02:10.949-05:00People Don't Blog No Mo, All They Do Is Tweet...Why am I doing this? Honestly b/c I have to be at work in 3 hours and if I fall asleep I'm gonna wake up surly. And because I was reading my old posts and remembered that I'm freakin hilarious! At least I used to be. Looking at the blog, it's been over 3 1/2 years since I logged in and wrote something here. In that time a bunch has changed. I've taken a wife. I mean, I got married, not that I've kidnapped someone's spouse. I became the oldest 1st time father I know. I also turned 40.<br />
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Blogging lost ground to Facebook. Facebook lost ground to Twitter. Twitter lost ground to Instagram. Instagram will soon lose ground to something that I'm too old to be invested in. Not that I'm old old, but I'm not about to be on snapchat with my 18 year nephew. Anyway, my point was people don't blog anymore. I mean, you can call tumblr blogging if you want, but it's really just an excuse to post nekkid pictures and cat gifs. But really there are only a few of the hundreds of bloggers I used to interact with that are still doing it. I used to lament this fact, but I'm over it. I can't make people blog. I can't even make myself blog. I barely even tweet. I only use Facebook to show pictures of my cute baby. I'm always online, it just isn't my whole life anymore. Life changes...<br />
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When I think about how much time I used to spend writing blogs, then reading blogs then instant messaging bloggers, it's amazing I got anything done. Ok, I didn't really get anything done. It's not like I had a vibrant social life back then. I did meet some cool folks from blogging, and some crazy folks from blogging. Most importantly I met my wife from blogging. I guess that's why no matter how long I go without blogging, I always come back to it. Mostly just reading my old blog(s) and hers and reliving our origins. This post just took a turn, I forgot that I ramble when I'm sleepy. <br />
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Anyway, I wonder how long it'll take for someone to read this. See ya in another 3 years.<br />
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A couple of Thursday's ago, my job held a health fair. They did screenings for cholesterol, blood pressure and diabetes. In addition, they did weight and measurement checks. I, like a lot of men I know, ain't really one for doctors. I only go if I'm about to die, which hasn't happened in a while. I even neglected my annual physical for the last couple of years, despite paying $50 sumn bucks out of my check every 2 weeks for insurance. So, basically, I'm a bad person. I get it.<br />
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Well, in the days prior to the screening I started getting a little nervous. What if they tell me something bad that I can't ignore. Ignorance is bliss, but once you know, you know and would be stupid to ignore it. I even considered not going, but I decided not to be a punk about it and go get checked. They stuck me and took some blood, and then did my measurements. Let's just say I was a little shocked by those results. I was about 15 pounds more than I thought I was based on the scale in the bathroom in Jameil's mother's house. I was also a lot bigger around the gut than I thought I was. Then they brought me to a little room to discuss the blood test results. My blood pressure was good. I wasn't diabetic, but my cholesterol was high. I can't say that was a surprise, since I really don't watch what I eat and have an extreme love of meat and cheese, but something about hearing and seeing the numbers on paper woke me up.<br />
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Since that time, I've been going hard on the everyday working out and healthier eating. I think the first couple of days, I probably didn't eat a single gram of cholesterol. Like I do with most things, I took it overboard. One day I didn't even eat at all, which I know is not healthy either, but I just couldn't figure out what to eat. My personality makes me go to extremes. It's all or nothing. I started eating fish in lieu of beef or pork. I wandered around the grocery store looking at all the nutritional values of the food I was gonna buy. I bought all the things that I'm supposed to eat. But man... I just really want some bacon, yo!<br />
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I can already see results from the working out, but I have to admit, it's frustrating. I feel like it should go more quickly. Don't worry, this isn't gonna turn into an Oprah-esque weight loss roller coaster blog. I probably won't ever mention it again. I just know it's gonna be a long 6 months before I get my cholesterol checked again. I hope I can keep this up. Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-88656144267121473602011-04-17T20:30:00.000-04:002011-04-17T20:30:19.529-04:00Mr. (UN) FriendlyI don't have any friends.When I tell people that, one of two things happen. 1. Either they don't believe me, or 2. they look at me with pity and/or concern. Yeah, it's true. I haven't had any friends for a while now. And please, stop looking at your computer screen with that look. It's okay. Really, it is... It's also my choice.<br />
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I used to have friends. 2 best friends in fact. We did everything together. We talked on the phone. We hung out at each others cribs. We had deep conversations about life, love, music...anything. Then they got on that white powder and I had to distance myself from them. Those were my last real male friends.<br />
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I had several close female friends. We did everything together. We talked on the phone. We hung out at each others cribs. We had deep conversations about life, love, philosophy ... anything. Then eventually one of us would get in a relationship and the friendship would fall by the wayside. Full disclosure, I was probably the culprit in this one more than the women. But as they say, c'est la vie... <br />
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I used to have a very close female friend. We did everything together. We talked on the phone. We hung out at each others cribs. We had deep conversations about life. love, careers....anything. But that love thing got to be a problem. I mean how many times can you go through the same drama with the same man and expect me to care. The first 3 times I just listened like a friend should. The fourth and fifth time I gave my opinions because they asked me to. By the 12th time I was like... I absolutely cannot have this conversation anymore. Either leave that dude or stay with the dude and get over it. You may say that I was not a good friend, and I'm okay with that. I'd just rather be friendless if that's what a friend has to do.<br />
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At this point in my life, I'm very comfortable with just being by myself. No outside demands on my time. No having to listen to other people's problems. No pretending that I'm not appalled when they do ridiculous things. No friends. And believe it or not.. I'm great with that. I'd much rather have acquaintances that I can hang out with at work or on the internet and then go our separate ways. It makes life so much easier for me. Except for when I get married...I don't know who I'm gonna get to be my groomsmen. <br />
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I don't expect anyone to condone this lifestyle choice. I'm fully aware that it's counter to everything that most people do. But Rashan is weird. And Rashan gotta be Rashan...Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-89807563255592310492011-04-11T00:50:00.000-04:002011-04-11T00:50:29.515-04:00Can I Get A...Living with someone is an adjustment. I've learned that you can't always do what you want when you want. I can't just bring home some food for me, I have to call and see what <a href="http://jameil.blogspot.com/">Jameil</a> wants. I can't just watch my Netflix movies, I have to see if she wants to watch it too. I can't just blast my angry expletive filled rap music all willy nilly like I did when I was living single (In a 90s kinda world....LOL). . Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining...there are just some things that I had to adjust to after years of living on my own. One thing about living with Jameil, she's a lil.... well, I probably shouldn't say it, but you guys feel free to say it after you read all about it....<br />
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We can be sitting in the same room, like 3.6 feet from each other and she'll ask me to do something. Like, can you plug up my computer? Can you get me my phone charger out the bedroom? Can you get me a glass of water? Where's my lip gloss? That's the big one. She don't ever know where her lip gloss is. And somehow it becomes my job to find it. That and her hair scrunchy thing. The longer her locs grow, the more often I'm looking for a little black stretchy thing to hold her hair.Oh, and tissues.. How you gotta blow your nose all the time, and don't know where the tissue is? How is that my job to go find it for you? So, yeah.. water, hair thingy, lip gloss, tissues... What else.. The other day, I swear she asked me to get her a fried bologna sammich... I ain't even know Jameil liked bologna... LOL<br />
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Yeah, I think it's my fault b/c I set the expectation that I would do these things. I can't very well stop now can I? Although, I can tell Jameil is starting to realize that I don't always want to get all her stuff for her. The other day, she actually said she wasn't gonna ask me to do anything for her for the rest of the hour. Too bad there were only twenty minutes left in that hour, & I was actually on my way out the house at the time. LOL.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-12318600288496475922011-04-06T15:41:00.000-04:002011-04-06T15:41:25.929-04:00Saturday Night DiedSo Saturday, a few of the members of Jameil's Masters program, held a BYOB party. B could stand for bottle, or in this case, Black person. We are always the only Black people there. This time the number doubled b/c Jameil's sister and her friend also attended. Anyway, they threw some food on the grill, and had drinks, and we talked all night. I drank alot for me. Had some wine before I left the house, then like 4 beers and some more wine. I wasn't drunk, but I did have a nice lil buzz going. Jameil and I brought some Italian sausages and chicken to throw on the grill. It was delicious, especially in my drinking state. I ain't gon lie, I inhaled them joints mad quickly.<br />
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Fast forward to later that night. I was home sleeping it off. It must have been about 4:30 in the morning. In the midst of my dream, all of a sudden I woke up unable to breathe. I jumped out the bed, scaring the Bejeezus outta Jameil. I started grabbing at my throat like I was choking, but nothing was there. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, but was actually like 15 seconds, I could breathe again - No Toni Braxton. I threw up just about everything I ate that night. TMI Alert: It was in big ole chunks like I didn't even chew it. Then came the acid. It was straight burning my throat all night, but at least I could breathe again. After 15 minutes in the bathroom, I finally felt like I was not gonna die. That mess was crazy.<br />
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Me being me, I had to self diagnose myself.. Acid Reflux. It felt life threatening, but according to all the internets, it's not. I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I used to be able to drink whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Am I old enough that I can't eat late at night? Do I have to pay attention to how much I'm drinking? That would suck, cuz although I know that I'm no spring chicken, I don't need no medical signs of aging. <br />
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Instead of watching Saturday Night Live, I almost Saturday Night Died...Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-58283463154860300522011-04-04T07:46:00.001-04:002011-04-04T07:46:00.353-04:00If I Disappeared...I watch a lot of true crime shows. You know things like Snapped, Forensic Files, I (Almost) Got Away With It. Something about these shows just, well, crazy as it sounds, helps me go to sleep. I know murder shouldn't serve as Lunesta, but it does for me. Anyway, one of my current favorite crime shows is called "Disappeared." This tells the stories of missing persons, and the investigations into their disappearances. The show gets on my nerves b/c it usually doesn't have a resolution, but I still enjoy it. One of the things that amuses me, is the descriptions of the missing people. They are always so nice and sweet. "Janey wouldn't run away. She loves her kids too much to leave them'. Or "I knew Robert was in trouble because he didn't show up to work." But I know that ain't the real. Not everyone that disappears are good people. At least one of them is a horrible jerk that nobody cares about. That got me thinking. What would people say about me if I suddenly "Disappeared?"<br />
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"We called and called, but he didn't answer. Of course he never answers, so we didn't realize anything was wrong."<br />
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"When he didn't show up for work, I wasn't worried. Heck, you know how many times he No Call No Showed when he was working at the bank?"<br />
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</div><div style="color: #6aa84f;"> Narrator: Police looked to friends for help on Rashan's whereabouts:</div><br />
"Rashan ain't got no friends! Who exactly are you talking to?<br />
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<div style="color: #6aa84f;">Narrator: Did Rashan just up and leave or was it something more sinister?</div><br />
"Rashan always did like to wander. You should see him in the car. He'll just keep driving until he recognizes something. Drives.. Me.. Crazy!"<br />
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"He always told me that if he got murdered, to tell the police that Veronica did it"<br />
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"When they found his iPod in the woods I really got worried. He didn't go anywhere without his 90s hip hop playlist and he most certainly don't go in the woods. Something must have happened to him"<br />
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"Rashan really got a smart mouth.. I'm not saying someone should have killed him, but if you ask me can i see someone doing it? I'd have to say yes...He really is a jerk sometimes...<br />
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</div><span style="color: #6aa84f;">On the next Disappeared: Monday at 9 EST only on Investigation Discovery...</span>Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-15188981014920664412011-04-01T15:30:00.000-04:002011-04-01T15:30:15.768-04:00Back To BloggingWell, I guess I can't ignore the call anymore. I need to get back to blogging. It's been almost a year, so let's see if I can actually do this. I don't know how many times a week, or how long I'll do it, but it seems like it will be fun again. Shout out to all my former bloggers who harassed me on twitter until I came back: Jameil, Sincerely Go, 12Kyle, Jasmin (whatever your blog is called now) You asked for it, now you gonna get it, for better or for worse. I'll have to find out what you all have been blogging about. It better not be the same stuff I see on twitter, or we gon' have beef! LOL The clincher for me coming back was re-reading my old blogs and cracking up. I'm a funny dude. At least I used to be, let's see if I still have that magic. <br />
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So, what have I been up to??? Since the last time I blogged... all kinds of stuff has happened. I left my old job, moved out of Atlanta, had a car blow up on me, started shacking up, was unemployed for the first time in years, got a new job that is 100 times better than my last one, wrote a hit single for Waka Flocka.. wait that last one didn't happen... But there will be plenty of time to fill you in on my life in the coming weeks. For now let me just say, your favorite blogger's favorite blogger is back!!!<br />
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Or is it??? Guess you'll just have to check back Monday to see if I'm telling the truth or not. LOLRashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-42112079937863646252010-05-25T21:35:00.001-04:002010-05-25T21:35:12.515-04:00Rashan vs. RashadThere’s a guy at work with a name similar to mine. Same amount of letters in the first name. Same amount of letters in the last name. First name starts with R.. Last name starts with W. My name is Rashan. His name is Rashad. See what I’m saying? People get us mixed up all the time. I can’t tell you how many misdirected emails both of us have received. It used to bother me because other than the name, we were nothing alike. We don’t look alike, act alike, talk alike. Nothing other than the name is even close. But then I remembered that there’s no sense in worrying about things that I can’t change. <br />
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I’ve known him for a couple of years. We even were in the same training classes as mentors a few times. I didn’t dislike him, but he wasn’t exactly my favorite person. I liked to laugh and joke, and he was more the strictly business type. That’s cool, to each his own. We were cordial to each other, but neither one of us would call the other a friend. Then a couple of weeks ago, I realized that we were more alike than I previously thought. He sits a row over from me and I saw his computer one day. He was watching “24” on the internet. I was like I watch that. Then the next day he was listening to some old school hip hop. EPMD, if I recall. I was like, I like old school hip hop. Yesterday, I heard him talking about the series finale of LOST. Everybody knows that’s my show. Then today, actually, right now as I’m typing this, he’s listening to Foreign Exchange. Word? I don’t know too many people that listen to that (in real life, not on the internet.) This dude is like a entertainment doppelganger. You know, a less handsome and charming doppelganger, but a doppelganger nonetheless. <br />
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If you are waiting for some profundity in this post, there is none. Just something I found strange.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-84721292451898838382010-05-24T19:20:00.002-04:002010-05-24T19:20:28.339-04:00Monday MindspacingI wish people on the internet didn’t discover this symbol >. Now everything is >>> than the other thing. Like we need another way for people to express their opinions online. <br />
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Likewise goes for the word: epic… It’s overused. Not everything is epic. Some things are just great. Or good. Or mediocre. Especially when used in conjunction with the word fail. Going to late work is not an epic fail. Shooting up the joint IS an epic fail. See the difference?<br />
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Man, I watched the series finale of LOST last night and it was epic!!! Tonight I’m going to watch the series finale of 24. I expect it to be good. See what I did there. LOST>>>24, therefore one is epic, the other is not. (I crack myself up, btw)<br />
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I don’t like when I take the time to write a long elaborate email and I get a canned response. Don’t thank me for my feedback, answer my questions. I know all about blowing people off, and that’s what you just did to me with your non response. Meanwhile the issues will continue, because you chose not to respond to my well thought out emails. I did all the work for you, all you have to do is forward the email.<br />
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Is a manager really supposed to be talking so freely about other employees personal information. I’ll answer that question. No, you are not. I’ve been a manager, and I also know how to read the employee handbook. You are dead wrong for that. It’s none of my business what someone else does on their off time. I need to record this, because I’m sure nobody in charge would ever believe what I say about it. They don’t even respond appropriately to my emails.<br />
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I’ve been having the most vivid dreams again lately. I don’t know why sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t. They are awesome. They feel like real life and so far there hasn’t been any nightmares, so I say keep them coming. One dream I had was of me and my homeboys having fun in DC (pre drug addiction.) It was really fun to hang out with them again, even if it was in my sleep. <br />
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Jameil hates telling people I have no friends. I offered a solution. Stop telling people I have no friends. I, on the other hand, love telling people I have no friends. I find it cuts short any aspirations for people to try to involve me in their lives. <br />
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I’m really convinced some people just talk to hear themselves talk. For real, nobody is even listening to you. Can you please learn to pick up on the non verbal cues? Heads down, shuffling feet, looking around all point to the possibility that we aren’t trying to hear all that. Stop making it uncomfortable for all involved and stop telling that story about your hospital visit.<br />
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I work with a lot of big people. I’m not talking regular big people. Or even really big big people. I’m talking about Walter Hudson, should have their own show on TLC, can’t hardly walk people. It’s strange. I never noticed them until recently, but it looks like Duke University hospital down there. Maybe I haven’t seen them because I work on the 2nd floor and they are all on the first. <br />
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I’ve never been one to be all private on the internet. I understand the reasons, but it’s just not me. For me, I learned early on (when I used someone’s real name and they found my blog) that if I don’t want people to hold my words against me, then I should be careful about what I write. It’s like self censorship. I just don’t call people by name anymore. I don’t say the name of the company I work for. As far as my personal life, if it’s that much of a secret, then I won’t tell anyone. I’m pretty open, but let’s be real… I ain’t telling you everything. <br />
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Is that guy in Jamaica’s real last name “Coke?” If so, Best…Drug…Dealer…Name…Ever. It’s epic. Totally >>> Tony Montana. LOLRashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-34886756459453713602010-05-20T04:05:00.000-04:002010-05-20T04:05:04.876-04:00Thursday Thirteen: 13 Odd, Funny or Inappropriate Facebook Statuses I've Recently SeenAll misspellings are those of the respective Facebook posters. <br />
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1. When I'm in love the neighbors definitely know my name & when its REAL LOVE.. the neighbors will know OUR LAST NAME.. cuz its on the mailbox BOW BOW<br />
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2. My mother requested me as a friend on fb! I told her I can't except! And my status was at that time "I like it on the dinning room table"! Lol I need to hide my status only my friends need to see!<br />
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4.Wow! This chicks pants are so tight it looks like she has a penus! Hmmm....i know she noticed that before she left the house today! =) LMAO<br />
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5. Would it be wrong to take my 4 year old with me to get a drink.... ha ha ha... Lord knows I need one! What a day!!<br />
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6. Just sneezed inside my shirt....now my cleavage is wet. Thinking "ummm maybe that wasn't a good idea"<br />
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7. OMG Somebody wants me to BLACK THE HELL OUT today!!!!!! These Customer Service Reps better be glad I can't come through the phone on them because THIS "CHICK" would really have me all up in her Mouth Piece. I swear I don't know where the days of Customer SERVICE went....and it's not due to the Recession.<br />
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8. my Pimp Game is slippin' I just told 2 different dudes to come to the SAME place I'm gonna be tonight SMH.<br />
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9. just saw a Tyra Banks clip on an HDTV so clear, I could actually see the unprofessionalism on set...<br />
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10. I made a mistake, and I apologize. To whom it may concern. Im just sayin.<br />
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11.Why do they advertise on the bottom of urinals? I'm just sayin<br />
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12. Ummm so are colored contacts played out cause I really like Jen's (Basketball Wives)) annnd I think I want some lol !!!! Are hers gray??<br />
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13. Ok so I'm in the car with my homeboy and he says "ugh that ni**ah painted his car Gonorrhea Green" Ummm I aint never had it but I'm almost positive it's not green ... Is It??Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-77311071256605877612010-05-19T03:34:00.000-04:002010-05-19T03:34:25.243-04:00AvoidanceI’ve mastered the art of avoidance. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing. You may disagree, but I don’t really care. It works for me. It’s just less stressful that way. For example, if I see a number on my phone I don’t want to talk to, I just avoid the call. Why answer it if I know I don’t want to talk to them? I take it a step further by not listening to the message either. I figure if it’s important enough, they’ll call back or send me a text or just hit me up on Facebook. I know I’m not the only one that does that. I’ve seen way too many people talking about how they only check their voice mail to get rid of the icon at the top of the page. There’s even a Facebook page dedicated to that. Luckily these days, I’ve avoided people so adeptly that they don’t even call me that much anymore. <br />
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I do the same thing with email. Some emails I just don’t want to read. Case in point, I keep getting emailed by this girl I went to college with. I’ve written about her crazy tail before, and she just won’t stop emailing me. I mean, do you get the point that I’m not going to respond to you? I could just read the email to see what craziness she’s talking about now, but I choose not to. Instead, I just let Jameil read it. She’s nosy like that. LOL In reality, I’m the nosy one, but I’m not the least bit curious about what she has to say to me. After 3 emails browbeating me for not calling her back, I get the point. It’s easier to just avoid it. I’ll leave the email in my inbox just in case I one day lose my mind and decide to read it, or one day get kidnapped and need proof that old girl is nuts, but there’s nothing in that email that’s going to benefit me. I’ll just avoid her. <br />
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Stupid conversations is another thing I avoid… most of the time. I realize that people are stupid and are going to say stupid things. And they try to suck me into it. For the most part, I can sidestep it with a disinterested look, or by just leaving. Here’s the thing. I’m never going to convince them, and they sure aren’t going to convince me. Let’s just agree to disagree, or better yet, not talk at all. Sounds like a plan to me. <br />
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Avoidance is not just something to do, it’s a way of life. Why go back and forth with people when you can just not talk to them? Why try to reason with crazy, when you can just pretend like it doesn’t exist. Why try to change an opinion, when you know it’s not going to happen? Like I said, it works for me. Feel free to keep beating your head up against a wall if you so choose. LOLRashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-82768362937984709792010-05-18T02:09:00.000-04:002010-05-18T02:09:05.460-04:00Tito's Gift BasketThank Facebook for my posting 2 days in a row. I saw this cat I went to high school with under my friends suggestions. Let’s call him “Tito.” <br />
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I met Tito back in 89. He was an incoming freshman, while I was a sophomore. We were in chorus together. He was a super talented singer and pianist, having played in the church for years. He was somewhat of a prodigy. The hater in me wanted to diss him because he was coming in all new and stealing my shine, but the realist in me knew I was never destined for stardom in the music realm. Singing was just something I did because I enjoyed it and it got me out of school on field trips. So, I decided that I would take him under my wing and teach him the ropes. There was only one problem… Tito had a major hygiene problem.<br />
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You know how when boys become teenagers, they start to develop smells that they didn’t have before. Most of us learn how to wash, and brush teeth, and use deodorant. Tito was not one of those. Me and my chorus homeboys were repulsed by his general dirtiness and offending smell. But since he was representing us, we had to do something. We tried a couple tactics. First, we would just offer gum when we had it, or some cologne (which I know now would have just exacerbated the situation)or some spray deodorant after a particularly grueling chorus dance rehearsal. Tito would never take anything that might possibly lead to smelling better. Then we tried to handle it in a joking manner. You know one of those truth hiding in a joke things. Like “Tito, you smell so bad, you got those brown wavy cartoon lines following you.” He would laugh, but not take it seriously. Finally, we came Mano-a-Mano and just told him straight up. “Tito, you smell bad. We are being serious. You need to work on your hygiene.” It worked for like a day, but then he was back to his old pigpen ways. Me and the boys were just at a loss.<br />
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I came up with an idea. I was joking at first, but it turned into something real. I suggested we get him a gift basket with a bunch of toiletries. You know, soap, toothpaste, antiperspirant, shampoo and hair grease (cuz his dandruff was kicking.) They took my idea and ran with it. One of the girls in our chorus class got the basket, and we went to Wal-Mart and hooked him up. I’m talking about brand names. Don’t ask where a bunch of broke high school kids got money for that because I don’t remember, but I do know “Tito” had everything he needed to stop smelling like hot booty, feet and rotting meat. We put it on top of his locker during chorus class (anonymously of course) and couldn’t wait to see what happened when he saw it.<br />
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When he saw it… he started crying. Not like whimpering, but straight up boo-hoo crying. Apparently he didn’t appreciate the gesture and thought we were making fun of him. I didn’t even think of that. I felt bad, but not bad enough to tell him it was my idea, so I just kept my mouth shut. I never tried to help “Tito” again. He smelled bad until his junior year when he finally got a girlfriend. She was able to do what we couldn’t. I can only hope that he hasn’t reverted to his old school stinky self although his profile pic looks a little dingy. LOL. And no, I’m not going to be his Facebook friend..Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-76441872033790907502010-05-17T04:40:00.000-04:002010-05-17T04:40:08.337-04:00The Wandering IMy name is Rashan Jamal, and I have a problem. I like to wander. If I go into a store, I will look around aimlessly for long periods of time. Doesn't matter if I have somewhere to be. If I go in, I'm going to wander. Like Friday for instance...<br />
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So, I'm on my way to Jameil's after a long day at work. I stop right before the Florida state line to get gas because it's always at least 20 cents cheaper in Georgia than in Florida. I was thirsty, so I go in to get something to drink. Big mistake. Instead of just going to the bottled water aisle and then to register, something told me it would be a good idea to look around. Oooh, look at these interesting dvd players for the car... I don't need that. I wonder if they sell NuGrape, I haven't seen that in years. Nope, just Fanta. How much is the popcorn? Never mind I don't want popcorn, maybe some chips. Nah, I ain't paying 2.59 for some Pringles. Oh wow, look at that dude. Why does he have a perm? And why is that chick dressed like a... Wait, is this dude a pimp? Is he truck stop pimpin? I better update Facebook about this. What did I come in here for? I ended up getting bottled water like I planned from the get go. I can waste some time in the store.<br />
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Same night. I got to Gainesville at about 4 AM. I stopped at the 24 hour Walgreens to get some toothpaste. Yes, I could have used Jameil's toothpaste, but I'm gonna need some at home too, right? Sounds like a good reason to go to a store. But where is the Listerine toothpaste? Maybe I just overlooked it. I better look up and down this aisle 6 times before getting another brand. Oh, and since I'm here, I should pick up a Sudoku book for Jameil. Which one though? She only wants the hard puzzles. I can't find that. Let me keep looking. Oh and some gum. But what kind? Oh this is on sale, but it's only 9 pieces as opposed to the Orbit that is 14. Which is a better deal? Oh yeah, I should get out of here, so Jameil can let me in and go to sleep. More time wasting. <br />
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This happens all the time. You can't leave me to my own devices, or I shall wander around the store. That's how I wind up going to Kroger for 3 things, and end up with my basket to heavy to carry. At least I don't buy unnecessary stuff. It's just things I forgot I needed until I saw them whilst meandering. Maybe I was an explorer in the past life. Yeah, that sounds better than just being an absent minded wanderer. LOLRashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-47987520966807058302010-05-03T18:08:00.002-04:002010-05-03T18:08:46.418-04:00Monday MindspacingY’all kill me with the renaming of departments all the time. Just pick one and stick with it. There’s no need for you to rebrand everything by taking out or adding one word every 3 months. <br />
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I’ve only seen 1 ½ episodes of The Boondocks, and unlike every other Black person in the world, I wasn’t impressed. Sorry if that makes you want to pull my Black card.<br />
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Jameil’s film was AWESOME!!! The experience of seeing her film for the first time on a big screen was amazing. I’m so proud of her. <br />
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Jameil’s graduation, and everybody else’s graduation was ridiculously boring. I don’t want to sit through another graduation until my kid gets his diploma. My sister is getting her Masters this weekend. I hope to all that is holy that she decides not to walk.<br />
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I don’t know if you know this or not, but it is NOT a good idea to run across I 75 wearing dark clothing late at night to retrieve anything, even if it’s your bumper. I don’t know how it happened, but it’s not going to help you to have that if you are dead. <br />
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I’m not the most social person in the world, but when I was down in Florida for the last 5 days, I was trying. I was making an effort to not be a stick in the mud. I think I did a good job talking to all Jameil’s friends and family. The only exception was with Jameil’s father. I don’t think I even told her this, so my bad, but it was hard trying to come up with stuff to talk to him about. I sat next to him at breakfast and said like 4 words “Thanks for breakfast, sir.” LOL<br />
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YO!!! It was dumb hot in Florida this weekend. I’m talking about heat indexes of over 100… in May. I’m so glad I won’t have to go down there in July or August. The redeeming quality of the heat was that I got a little tan and I like the way it looks. It’s like my true dark skinned nature is coming through. <br />
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I did a good job of not thinking about work while I was gone. I don’t usually think about it when I’m not there, but I’ve been stressed over the last month. Actually, mad is probably a better word and I don’t get mad. I’ve been dreading coming to this place. It seems like every day is another battle that I have to fight on my, and the rest of my teammates behalf. <br />
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The weirdest thing about Facebook is that people I work with ask me about stuff I say in real life. They don’t say anything online, but will save up their questions and ask about it in real life. It’s strange to me. I don’t remember what I was talking about 5 days ago, you weirdo!<br />
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I need somewhere to hang out on Cinco De Mayo. Preferably somewhere where I can make it home without getting on the highway. Oh, and while on the subject, I need a designated driver who likes Mexican food, and won’t mind if I drink a pitcher of margaritas by myself. <br />
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I need to start blogging again. It’s just so easy to NOT blog.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-78899777301993865222010-04-20T03:10:00.000-04:002010-04-20T03:10:17.285-04:00EllipsisCompliments are cool... some of the time. When some people give me compliments, I feel dirty. Like there's this woman at work that likes to tell me I look good in a certain color. But she says it no matter what color I'm wearing. I feel like she's just trying to butter me up.. and then eat me.<br />
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That volcano in Iceland... I for real thought someone was messing with me the first time I saw the name in print... Eyjafjallajokull just looks like someone started randomly pushing buttons on the keyboard.<br />
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Was I a jerk for this conversation... or was the person just stupid. Her: Where do those stairs go. Me: Um... upstairs???.... I mean we work in a two story building, where else are they going to go... I probably was a jerk.<br />
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I really don't like when people complain about stuff, but then don't have the heart to stand up for what they believe. For example, at work last week, I had to be the spokesman for an issue that people were complaining about for 2 weeks. You think anybody backed me up when I was talking? I'll answer that... no they did not. They just sat there and let me take all the heat. <br />
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How come it's okay for grown arse women to lust after young dudes... but if a man were to do it, he would be considered a dirty old man?<br />
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When I scoff at some women's cries of sexism, I wonder if I'm like white people that think Black people cry racism too much. I mean, there are a lot of sexist attitudes in the world, but some people take it too far. A man asking you to smile is annoying... but it's not sexism. People tell me to smile all the time too.<br />
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I never listen to the radio anymore, but this weekend in the car with Jameil we had it on. Sweet Baby Jesus... can you make Nicki Minaj stop rapping on everybody's songs please. It was bad enough when Drake did it, but at least he's talented. <br />
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Since I went out to the baseball game, it seems like all my other co workers think that I'm going to start hanging out with them too. I've gotten and turned down way too many invitations in the last 2 weeks... Yeah, I'm still anti social. I still don't want to hang out with you. I think the part they are missing is free tickets to sporting events. If you want me to go out with you, you better come with some of that. <br />
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This weekend, I found myself telling various people that couldn't hear me that they were too old for the stuff they were doing. Like the 35 year ex coworker who is always talking about being hungover on facebook... Yeah, you are too old for that. Or the people on twitter who are still amazed by random sex facts and naked celebrity pictures... You're too old for that. Or if you are older than me and just trying to make it in the music biz... You're too old for that. I should made an entire post on this topic.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-29953791948649222692010-04-15T03:24:00.000-04:002010-04-15T03:24:56.674-04:00Thursday Thirteen: Thirteen Things I'm Going To Miss About Atlanta I don't know if I ever said this on my blog, but I'm going to leaving Atlanta in the fall, provided I can find gainful employment. I was just thinking about the last 10 years in this city, and realized I'm going to miss some things. Here are 13 of them:<br />
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1. Big City Living - There's always somewhere to go, or something to do if you want to. You can live on one side of town, and experience something totally different on the other side of town. I really like the anonymity of the big city. Everybody doesn't know you and you can do your own thing. <br />
2. Music - Frequently there are concerts that come here that you wouldn't find in smaller places. And all the big artists come here too. I've seen Prince, Little Brother, Slum Village, Dwele, The Roots, Jill Scott, Tribe Called Quest, Stevie Wonder among others. I'm trying to catch Erykah Badu again this summer at Chastain.<br />
3.Tourist Spots - It's cool to sometimes hit up the tourist traps when people come to visit. CNN, Centennial Park, Coke Museum etc. I still need to go to Zoo Atlanta and the Botanical Gardens before I leave.<br />
4. Dekalb Farmer's Market - One of me and Jameil's favorite spots. They have any spice, vegetable, fruit or meat you can think of at great prices.<br />
5. Sports - I've hit the big three: Falcons, Hawks and Braves. I wish I would have taken advantage of this more often. Where ever I eventually land, I hope they have major sports there.<br />
6. Eclectic Neighborhoods - Little Five Points, Decatur (the rich one, not the poor one), Grant Park. I like how they are almost like small towns in the midst of the big city. <br />
7. Georgia Aquarium - I love this place. Been several times and would go several more. The big wall of fish and the Beluga whale exhibit just put me in relaxed state every time.<br />
8. Atlantic Station - I used to go more often when I was going out, but haven't been that much recently. They have shopping, but for me, it's just a cool place to enjoy a restaurant or get a drink and hang out. <br />
9. Strip Clubs - I haven't been to a strip club in a couple of years; an amazing feat considering that I used to be the "Kang of the Strip Club" and there are two within 10 minutes of me. But it's cool knowing that they are there if an impromptu bachelor party pops up. <br />
10.Festivals - Atlanta has frequent festivals like the Taste of Atlanta, Sweet Auburn Fest, or The Dogwood Festival. It's just a cool way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon along with 50,000 of your closest friends.<br />
11. Things Staying Open Late - For real, I can't stand being places where the only thing open is WalMart. I'm a night owl, so I used to just drive around late at night. When I lived in Savannah, if I was out late, it was guaranteed the police would follow me. In ATL, nobody gives it a second thought.<br />
12.The Vortex - I could have picked a dozen other restaurants, but I think this is the one I'm going to miss the most. The best burgers in Atlanta. An eclectic mix of patrons. I'm sure I'll find a new fave, but I'll sure miss The Vortex.<br />
13. Black People - It's so amazing to be able to see Black people in mass numbers. Black people in positions of power. Black people when you go out. Black people at work. Are you sensing a theme? It'll be a great adjustment going from a majority to a minority.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-22230002429131255672010-04-08T03:25:00.000-04:002010-04-08T03:25:41.685-04:00A Friendly Game Of BaseballI got a free ticket to yesterday's Braves game from my job. I went with 3 co workers and had a great time. I first got a haircut, then met them over at one of the co worker's house. She gave me horrible directions (meaning she gave me the wrong name of the street I was supposed to turn on), which when combined with my natural lack of a sense of direction had me going all out of my way. When I finally found the place, we went to Fridays for drinks and appetizers. I would have liked to have left earlier since I knew the traffic was going to be killer, but I decided to just go with the flow and not worry about it. I was right of course, traffic was a beast and we didn't get there until the 4th inning. No matter, though. When we got there we discovered that our seats were in our company's suite right behind home plate. We could see everything, and had the option of sitting outside or inside. Even the concession stands were different where we were sitting. One of them had hot dogs, but they were gourmet hot dogs that cost $10. They also had a sushi stand and a pasta stand. I guess this is where the corporate big wigs sit, so it was more upscale. I'm glad I decided to eschew my normal anti social behavior and go hang out to see the Braves beat the Cubs. I had a good time and took plenty of pictures. Here are a few:<br />
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Of course I haven't seen the movie and I will not pay to see that crap, but that doesn't matter. I know from his resume that the movie is going to be terrible.What I did do, however, is to watch the first one online Saturday. I was just curious about whether or not I was unfairly judging TP's work. Let's just say, I think I was wrong. Tyler Perry does not make bad movies. HE MAKES TERRIBLE MOVIES!!!<br />
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I don't even know where to start. Should I start with the fact that his characters are all one dimensional? The bad people are unrealistically bad, the good people are unrealistically good. The loud and shrewish woman is unrealistically shrewish and loud. The henpecked husband... It was just too much. Or let's talk about the contrived nature of the plot. SPOILER ALERT: You bring your mistress to a couples' weekend? There just happens to be a single black character in the middle of a resort town in Colorado for you to find love with? You got VD, but instead of seeing a doctor, you wait til you go on vacation and ask your friend to help youo out? Adultery can just be forgiven because he finally stands up for himself? Really, Tyler Perry? This sounds like a good story to you? Or we can talk about the acting? 7/8ths (especially Michael Jai White) of the actors in the movie couldn't act. Now I don't know if that was because they are bad actors, or because the script was terrible or because TP just can't direct, but there were way too many moments when I was looking at my computer screen like for real? And then there was that old familiar Tyler Perry theme: If women want to be happy, they'd better find a man and pray. And then pray with that man. Let me be clear, I'm not knocking prayer, but it's almost like the characters in these movies aren't complete until they find love with the conveniently placed good single man. Annoying.<br />
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I had other problems too.. such as the facial hair on the male characters, but that's really insignificant. Married was just a bad movie. I found myself laughing sometimes, but in a mocking way. It reminded me of the times when my brother and I used to watch bad black movies on Starz and make fun of them the whole time. When I was done watching that movie, it was just reinforced: If you liked Why Did I Get Married Too, you like bad movies. I'm not changing my mind on that one. You can try to tell me that the sequel is better, but really it had no choice but to be better. It's impossible to make it any worse. I've heard all the arguments. Tyler is telling our stories, he puts black people on the screen, etc etc etc.. All that is true. But he is doing that while making terrible movies. <br />
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2. My dude. It’s not a good idea to run up on someone at the gas station at 2:30 in the morning. You don’t know what I’m packing. Lucky for you , it was nothing. But that dude next to me looks like he got a glock. Stop begging.<br />
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3. I thought I told you about this before. Can you please stop tooting that thang up? It’s not a good thing to see, especially today when you are wearing a skirt. Cut it out.<br />
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4. Why are you speaking in Spanish, but switching to English for the curse words? You don’t know how to be vulgar en Espanol? <br />
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5. I can find a lot of things to be upset about with us changing managers, but moving your stuff is NOT really that big of a deal. If you are outraged about everything, then when you need to be outraged, no one will take you seriously. <br />
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6. #$*$* #*#*$(# $*#&#* (*@&^&$ *#*#$&*^#$9 - STUPID MOTHER TRUCKER!!! STOP RUNNING ME OFF THE ROAD!!!!<br />
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7. Yeah, let me tell you a little something about me. You aren’t going to make me do something that I don’t want to do. You can save your breath on that one. You’ll only end up frustrated.<br />
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8. I’m glad you think it’s funny… we’ll see how funny it is when the shoe is on the other foot. I.WILL.NOT.LOSE!!! It’s insulting that you think that just because you are a pushover, I’m going to be one too. <br />
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9. Hey, you… Ms. Control Freak… calm that down. You don’t run everything. You may have some pull, but you aren’t going to control whether or not I have napkins in my desk. Get back in your lane.<br />
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10. Dude, what is that on your face? Is that blood? Why you have a bloody nose? What are you like 7? Get it together Rashan (Yep, I talk to myself sometimes too.)Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-74329833741411102502010-03-25T18:54:00.001-04:002010-03-25T18:54:14.053-04:00Thursday Thirteen: Things I Used To Do As A TeenagerA followup to last week's post: These are things I did when I was growing up in Savannah.<br />
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1. Play Nerf basketball in my grandma’s hot garage – It would get to be like 100 degrees in the summer, and seemed even hotter in the garage, but that was my escape from the rest of the house. I would emerge sweaty and disgusting and then go do the next thing on this list.<br />
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2. Take hourlong showers - Again, I had no privacy in the house, so I spent as much time as possible in the shower. My grandma had the gangsta water heater. It never got cold. I would lay down and go to sleep in there. I still do that sometimes when I have a headache, but my water heater doesn’t let me stay in there nearly as long as I used to.<br />
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3. Play with a stop watch – I had this watch that had a digital stopwatch on it. I was obsessed with stopping it on the zeros… you know. Like 12.00 seconds, as opposed to 12.34 seconds. I could do that for hours. <br />
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4. Cut my grandma’s grass – My job was to mow the lawn, and I hated it. The front wasn’t that bad, but by the time I got to the backyard, I was so hot and dirty that I usually did a half job. I also was lazy and only picked up the pine cones when someone made me. And raking the pinestraw up? That’ll be a no.<br />
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5. Writhe in pain from migraines – Around age 14, I started getting migraines. I thought I had a tumor or something. They tried everything to make me better. I had a bunch of different medications I was supposed to take when I got a migraine. Then they put me on something that I had to take every day to prevent them. I got shots, they even tried this new age sounding thing called Biofeedback. It was basically calming sounds like the ocean, or nature that were supposed to put the pain out of my mind. I actually felt like they were trying to hypnotize me, and it rarely worked. My only solution was to go to sleep with a pillow over my head and hope I woke up okay. Luckily, I grew out of it, as long as I avoid caffeine.<br />
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6. Play football with the boys – That used to be the highlight of my weekend. We would go on campus and play on this big grass field behind the school. I couldn’t tackle, but I was also really hard to tackle. <br />
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7. Listen to rap music with headphones – Yeah, at first I could listen without headphones. Then people started cursing all the time, and that wouldn’t fly in that Christian household. Or with my great grandmother, grandmother and mother in the house. So I took my little walkman headphones and plugged them in my boom box. Every 6 months I would upgrade to better earphones. By the time I graduated high school, I had these huge Sony DJ earphones, that I loved and made everything sound crisp like it was live. <br />
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8. Sleep anywhere but a bed – I alluded to the fact that I had no privacy. That’s because we lived with my grandma in a 3 bedroom house and there were 6 of us. My great grandma got one room, my grandma got one room, and my mom (and little brother for awhile) had the other. That meant me and my sister had to get in where we fit in. I had the family room for awhile, then switched to the living room. I slept on a cot, a sofa bed, a couch, or the floor. I did this from age 11 until 22. This is probably why I don’t sleep in my bed now, and a couch is just as comfortable to me. <br />
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9. Hide from my grandma’s prayer meetings – Imagine the scene… Summer vacation, Monday morning, you are sleeping on the couch. You smell coffee and cinnamon rolls in the kitchen. Sounds like a good way to wake up, right? WRONG. That meant that it was time to gather your crap, fold up your bedding and run to the back of the house before a gaggle of little old ladies started rubbing oil on you, praying in tongues and making small talk about “how big you have gotten.” I used to hide out until it was over, but if I needed water or something, I got sucked in.<br />
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10. Watch TBS movies at 1:05 – Remember when TBS used to have that crazy schedule that started all their shows 5 minutes after the hour? During the summer, I used to watch all the C level movies that they showed in the afternoon. Things like “Escape From The Bermuda Triangle.” “Revenge of the Ant People” or my personal favorite “Day of the Triffids” about plants that came to life and killed people. There was also one about giant rabbits killing people, but I can’t remember the title. <br />
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11. Stay up all night/Eat once a day – Age 14 or 15 is when I started this horrible path that I’ve been on ever since. I had a dream about someone getting killed that came true the next day, so I stopped sleeping for awhile. Since then, my natural night owl tendencies were amplified, and haven’t slept normally since. And somehow I stopped eating lunch at school, and my mom stopped making me eat breakfast before school, so I started just eating once a day. I haven’t been able to break out of that habit yet, much to Jameil’s dismay.<br />
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12. Study my history – Rashan X was in full effect. After reading Malcolm X’s autobiography, and then watching “Eyes on the Prize”, my eyes were opened. I wanted to know everything about the Civil Rights struggle. And what was still being done to improve the Black condition (Black with a capital B is one of the things that I got from my teenage years. I know it’s supposed to be lowercase, but not in my mind.) I learned all about Marcus Garvey, H Rap Brown, etc, and about Africa, and African religions. I just had an insatiable lust for learning about the subject. I NEVER studied for school, but for myself, I immersed myself into Black issues.<br />
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13. Watch scrambled PopcORN - If you are slow, take out the lower case “opc” and you’ll know what I’m talking about. Really no need to elaborate on this one. I may seem like a nice guy, but I’m still a guy. And I did all the same things that healthy redblooded American young boys did at that age.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-50901062239687040782010-03-20T15:49:00.000-04:002010-03-20T15:49:23.572-04:00Using Quotations To Say I Don't Like Quotations“I do not like quotations.” – Rashan Jamal Weldon 2010<br />
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For real, I really don’t. With very few exceptions, I’m not inspired by someone’s words that I’ve never met. Or in some cases, I never even heard of. What makes you qualified to be quoted? What makes me want to follow your words of wisdom? For all I know you owned slaves, or beat your wife, or I don’t know, didn’t pay your taxes. Maybe you are a ruthless business man who spouts these so called inspirational phrases to make your employees give up their personal lives. Maybe you like to kick small animals and steal lollipops from little children in your spare time. Maybe, you eat the last piece of chicken and put the orange juice back in the fridge with just a swallow. Maybe you don’t hold the elevator when you see people coming. Maybe, you just plain don’t wash your butt. How I look being inspired by a foul smelling, unclean slave owner??? <br />
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Nah, but for real, you can get a quote for any occasion. In the history of the world, pretty much anything you can think of has already been thought and said. No idea is completely original. Just because someone else said what you needed to hear doesn’t make it especially poignant, it just makes it a coincidence. And most of the time, it’s common sense. Like that Rev Run and his “wise” tweets. That’s a whole ‘nother post. That dude says the most simplistic things and people eat up like he’s Martin Luther King or something. My face is scrunching up just thinking about it. His “simple words just don’t move me.” – Mobb Deep 1995<br />
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As much as I quote hip hop lyrics, you may think that I would like quotations. You would be wrong. I like the way they sound. I’m not advocating that others follow them as life lessons. And I’m sure not taking anything from it other than good music. I was listening to Ice Cube earlier today. He has a line that says “Don’t mess with a chick from the projects.” Maybe I like project chicks, maybe I like hood rat chicks.. One that don’t give a ….and say she take da… Wait, that’s another quote.- Big Tymers 2000 The point being I’m not going to live my life by someone else’s words. You know, unless it’s Jesus. And I’m still working on that. <br />
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It’s probably just me being different again, but I could care less what other people have to say about life. My biggest problem is that SOME of the people that post these quotes, are the exact opposite of what they advocate. For instance, someone at work has a quote that says ‘ if better is possible, good is not enough.’ Cool, but she’s mediocre at her job. Another one has the Emerson quote “nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm”. Word, then why are you so lethargic and sullen all the time. I know I sound like a hater, and “I’ll be dat” – Redman 1998, but “It is what it is” - Some guy that likes pissing people off by using that phrase. LOLRashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-51521348230358754372010-03-18T04:54:00.000-04:002010-03-18T04:54:42.494-04:00Thursday Thirteen: Things I Used To Do As A Kid<b style="color: #38761d;"><i> These are things I used to do when I a kid. These are from before I moved to Savannah at age 11. </i></b><br />
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<b style="color: red;">1. Drink Strawberry Milk</b> - That was my fav drink ever. I used to guzzle that like it was nobody's business. This one time, however, my mom had some liquid dish detergent in a cup (I think she borrowed it from our neighbor.) I made a cup of strawberry milk, left the room for some reason, then came back and picked up the wrong glass. Yep, I drank the dish detergent. I still remember the nasty aftertaste in my mouth.<br />
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<b style="color: red;">2. Fight with my sister</b> - We've been cool for like 20 yrs, but she used to terrorize me. Once she hit me in the head with a can of soup. Other times she would randomly hit me or unplug the Atari when I was playing. The worst thing she did though was rip my "Whodini" poster of the wall and rip it in half just to be evil. I was so mad..<br />
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<b style="color: red;">3. Be a DJ</b> - My father was a DJ and it ran in the family. He would let me pick the records when I was like 4 or 5. I remember I sent an 8-Track to my grandparents that was in my grandma's garage as recently as 2000. Don't know where it is now. I wrote a <a href="http://visionz74.blogspot.com/2006/04/party-part-2.html">post about one party I did with my pops</a>.<br />
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<b style="color: red;">4. Flip baseball cards</b> - Me and my friends used to collect baseball cards. A quarter would get a pack of cards and some nasty bubble gum. We played a game called flipping. It was basically a way to gamble. I can't remember all the rules, but it has something to do with matching the colors of the team logos. Whoever won got to keep all the cards. I'm sure I lost many valuable cards playing this game, but it doesn't really matter since I don't know where any of the ones I won are anymore. I'm sure they were lost when I moved to Savannah.<br />
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<b style="color: red;">5. Play Atari </b>- I had tons of Atari games and I was a master in all of them, at least that's how I remember it. I can't even pick my favorite games, but if I had to I would say "River Raid", "Baseball" and "Pitfall." Looking back the graphics were terrible, but mind-blowing to me back in the day.<br />
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<b style="color: red;">6. Play "Baseball"</b> - Even though I had tons of friends, one of my favorite games was a solo game of baseball. I would bounce a tennis ball of the steps of my apartment and depending how far it went, it would be a single, double or triple. If it went into the street, that was a home run. I also played defense against myself, so if I caught the ball it was an out. What a strange little kid I was. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">7. Watch Purple Rain, The Terminator and Police Academy</b> - Those were the only 3 movies we had for our VCR. This was back when I was still young and none of those movies were really age appropriate, but I still watched them all the time. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">8a. Get up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons</b> - No matter how late I stayed up the previous night, I had to get up to watch my toons. Even though I watched them all week, the Saturday ones were better to me. I remember Turbo Teen and Mr T were some of my favorites, but I also like the Looney Toons that came on at 11. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">8b. Stay up late Friday nights to watch TV </b>- I had to watch Knight Rider, Remington Steele and Miami Vice, then I would stay up til midnight to watch the video show "Hot Traxx." It was the only show that played black videos at the time. Rebbie Jackson's "Centipede" and Stephanie Mills "Medicine" used to give me nightmares. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">9. Crush on Ana</b> - My mom was a teacher for troubled kids when I was young. When I was let's say 10 or 11, she brought Ana home. Ana was like 14, and the first girl that I noticed in that way. I never said anything about my crush, but for however long she stayed with us (a couple months I think) I was in luv (l-u-v, not love.)<br />
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<b style="color: red;">10. Hang out with my Big Brother</b> - After my mom and dad separated, she enrolled me in Big Brothers to give me a positive mail influence. He was pretty cool at first, until he started dating my sister's Big Sister and forgot all about me. At least that's how I remember it. But for awhile, he used to take me to arcades and stuff. Thanks white liberal guilt for the free video games. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">11. Be outside all the time</b> - If me and my crew weren't playing sports, we were riding our bikes all over creation. During the summer, it was nothing for us to be outside from the time we woke up, til the street light came up, only pausing long enough to eat lunch, and play a quick game of Atari. <br />
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<b style="color: red;">12. Go to the store for my father</b> - My father was my hero, so if he wanted me to do anything for him, it was done. He would give me money, and I would go to the store to get his cigarettes and cough drops. He ate Halls cough drops like candy. (I found out later that was a cocaine thing to keep the sinuses clear, but at the time I had no idea.) He would let me buy my own candy with the change.<br />
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</b></div><b style="color: red;">13. Read voraciously</b> - I read everything I could get my hands on. If I wasn't outside playing, I was reading. I remember always being a few grades above my grade level. My favorites were the Encyclopedia Brown books and the Choose Your Own Adventure series, but I read everything. I definitely took advantage of the libraries. It's a shame that I don't read anything now that's not on a computer screen and the only novels I take part in now are audio books.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-44876617423338235112010-03-15T02:17:00.001-04:002010-03-15T02:18:01.596-04:00Monday MindspacingI caught a portion of "Freaknik: The Musical" on Adult Swim the other day. A lot of people have been offended by that show. I too was offended. Not by the content, but by the shoddy animation. Seriously, it looks like they hired a couple of third graders and told them to draw their nightmares. It was pretty pathetic.<br />
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I used to think that I was a pretty jerky person, and in a sense I am. In fact, I'm known for saying crazy stuff to people's face. But my level of jerkiness is nothing compared to people on Twitter. They take things from jerky, to just plain negative. It almost seems like they don't like anybody or anything.<br />
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Speaking of Twitter, I think I don't like the social part of it. I don't want to have conversations with a bunch of strangers. I much rather would just read and never say anything. I guess it makes sense since I'm anti social in real life, I should be anti social online. I'm afraid that if I ever typed what I was thinking about someone's tweets, I would cause twitter beef. A lot of people say stupid stuff, and I feel it to be my duty to tell them it was stupid. Probably best I keep my mouth shut.For example, I saw someone attribute the following quote to Steve Harvey: "Faith without works is dead." Excuse me, that ain't Mr Hightower, that was the Bible.<br />
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I'm ready for the NCAA basketball tournament. Go Syracuse! I'm looking for a pool to participate in. I'll do it for fun, but I got 5 on it if I can find one.<br />
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I got this DVD of a British TV show called "Worst Week Of My Life" from Netflix on Saturday. I usually like British comedy. It was 7 episodes. After the first one, I knew I didn't want to continue watching, but I couldn't bring myself to stop watching. Jameil was amazed that I spent 3.5 hours watching something I didn't like. I know it doesn't make sense, but I felt like once I started I was obligated to finish. I should've listened to her and to my own instinct. It was pretty stupid.<br />
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I need some new jeans, and some new casual shoes. Not sure why I didn't go do that this weekend, but I didn't. Maybe if I talk about it long enough, Jameil will do it for me.<br />
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The thing about cleaning up, is that I'll get struck with the idea to do it, but then want to stop almost immediately. Sunday, I used this steam cleaner thing I took from my mom's house about a year ago. It worked really good, but by the time I finished that, I was no longer in the mood to finish. I finally managed to go clean up the kitchen like 3 hours later.<br />
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Whilst cleaning, I almost killed myself. I have this giant Foreman grill thing that I haven't used in a long time. I decided to clean it today. So, I'm running the water over the inside, when I suddenly realize that it was still plugged in. Luckily, I didn't get shocked or anything, but that would have been an embarrassing way to kick the bucket.<br />
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My job decided that they were going to shake things up and switch all the managers around. I'm am mad nervous that I'm going to get one manager in particular. I got beef with her. She may not know it, but I really can't stand her or what she stands for. I also hate her voice, her demeanor, her tone... you get the point. I find out this week if it's going to be her, and I'll do my best to maintain, but I really think if she tries to talk to me, like she talks to her current team, we gonna have a problem... CUE R KELLY AND RON ISLEY: "Girl I'm bout to have a fit...oh it's about to be some ish" (Contagious)<br />
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I've had the hiccups entirely too often over the last two weeks. What the heck is that about? Jameil likes to ask me if I'm drunk when I have the hiccups, as if I was this cartoon character. <br />
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I really need to do something with my Wii. Like get a new game, or sell it for drug money. It don't make no sense that I've played it like 3 times since I got it. <br />
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I think I'm going to go back to daily blogging, but this time it's only for me and it is not an open competition. Not a subliminal competition... No competition at all. You hear that, Jameil. Just b/c I'm doing it doesn't mean you have to do it too. This is NOT a challenge. It's just that if I stop, I lose all will to come back to blogging, so I'm going to push myself. Don't know when this is starting though.Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-14338147603157635022010-03-11T14:55:00.000-05:002010-03-11T14:55:44.745-05:00And I'm Back...How crazy is it that I posted everyday for 4 months, then I take a week and a half break? Well, I decided to stop, then I went on vacation. I’ve been in Gainesville with Jameil for the past week. I could have posted, but I just wasn’t in the mood when I had the opportunity to. At first I was going to go back to it, but Jameil was using the computer when I felt like it. Or when I did use the computer, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to compose a post. So, I took a bit of an internet break. I still read facebook, but I haven’t really interacted. I didn’t really read blogs too much and I sure didn’t comment on any. But now I’m back.<br />
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So let’s recap the last week and two days…<br />
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Went to get my oil changed and wound up having to get an oil leak fixed. Sucked, but for some reason, my car seems to be running a lot better. Probably a placebo effect, but I’ll take it. <br />
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Tried some new restaurants in Gainesville with Jameil with mixed results. I also realized that if you are a vegetarian, Gainesville is the spot for you. They are so veggie friendly. Tofu and Tempeh is on a bunch of restaurant’s menus.<br />
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Went to an Oscar Party with Jameil’s classmates. Was supposed to be black tie, but mine was purplish. I don’t like award shows at all and I hadn’t seen most of the nominated movies, so I didn’t really care, but it was still cool. Felt crazy every time they showed Precious or The Blindside. It was all in my head, but I felt like I had to be the resident black person in the room. For the record, I hate the whole concept of white people saving black people in movies, so I’ll never see The Blindside. You can tell me it’s a great movie, I’ll never watch it. <br />
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Went antiquing and to a Butterfly Museum. That's not gay by the way. I was with my woman. LOL<br />
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Ummm… some other stuff happened too I guess, but I need to go back to work now. Pictures later hopefully. I’ll check out all your blogs when I get off tonight. Have a good one!Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469208247915129340.post-27864086426454236512010-03-02T00:01:00.004-05:002010-03-02T00:01:01.182-05:00Taking a Day OffLest you think I didn't post b/c I didn't want to, check the timestamp. 12:01 AM. This post was written before the deadline, but I decided to stop blogging so Jameil can concentrate on finishing her film instead of blogging. I know what you are thinking... why didn't I stop a month ago? Well, I was hoping that Jameil would stop being so doggone competetive and let one go. Obviously, that isn't going to happen, so I decided to stop at the 4 month mark. The clincher came this weekend, when I saw that Jameil already had 3 posts for this week completed. It was just going to keep going and going. And sure I could have been the stubborn one (like I was for the last 4 months) but on the way home from work something told me to just stop. Now, I realize that I'll probably have to hear about yet another competition that I lost, but in my heart I didn't actually lose. I set out to blog everyday for a month and went for 4. That's good enough for me. By the way, it's killing me not to post this before the midnight deadline, but I have to fight my urges and let this go or we'll be posting everyday until she graduates in May. Congratulate Jameil on being the more obstinate of the two of us. LOL ! Aretha, Saturday's post does count. There is no rule about what you post, just that you do post, so there. I could have posted an exclamation mark and it would have counted.<br />
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I'm a good boyfriend... just wait til you see what else I did for Jameil this weekend. She'll post that on Wednesday. Okay, talk to y'all later. And remember I didn't lose...I voluntarily stopped for love. Rashan Jamalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447218849690603151noreply@blogger.com10