"I Mistaked the Devil for Cupid"

"I mistaked the devil for cupid" is a line from my sister's poem she recently wrote and I enjoyed the poem very much. (good job) But this line caught my attention the most.

Have you ever met someone and thought he or she was like THE ONE. Thought he/she was the greatest thing since sliced bread. They were cute, kind, caring, great to talk to, everything you ever wanted in a boy or girlfriend or even friend.

Until one day, things change. This perfect angel turns into someone you don't know. Jealousy, deciet, lies, empty promises, cheating, everything bad you can think of, he or she does.These ones are always the ones that get us, and they know to go for the most vulnerable people too.

I think we've all dealt with something like this. Some more severe than others.

People turn out to me nothing like we would have expected. Or is it all in our minds?

Do we make up how we want people to be in our minds and then see who they really are once we get to know them better?

I think I do this sometimes, sadly. I imagine how things could be and then I'm just let down because I see who they really are. I'm not a religious person, but I do believe in God. Devil? Not so much.... I don't believe people are driven to do evil things by the Devil as a way for him to raise his army back up again and take over Heaven one day. I don't believe people are driven by God to do good things.

I believe every person is born with choices. The Godly choices & the Devilish choices. I believe we have a little bit of both in us. Good and Bad. Angelic and Evil. We just choose which ones we want to express. Some people just get a kick out of hurting others. Some people try so hard to be a good person, but just go un-noticed. Some don't care that they are hurting you.

I believe in karma. People who do evil and hurtful things will get what is coming to them. They will meet someone even more evil and decietful than they are. (They always say there is always someone better than you) I love when these things happen. A bad person falls in love with someone and suddenly is heart broken because he or she cheated, lied or doesn't love them back.

Sorry for being cold hearted, but I love seeing this happen.

So before you think of being a cheater, liar, or do something wrong (and you know its wrong) just remember, what goes around comes around. There is always someone more hurtful out there than you...

Are You His Trophy?

Have you ever thought of what it would be like to be a trophy wife? Or trophy girlfriend? Or trophy whatever-you-are-to-him?

Sitting at home, buying whatever you want, playing tennis at the country club, having tea parties and business dinners for your husband. Hum... sounds nice....

Oh... Sorry. That's for the rich people who can actually get a country club membership...

Sitting at a party not allowed to say a word to anyone. You just have to sit there and look pretty. Him walking around the mall with you lookin' at other people like, "Yeah. This is mine. You can't have this."

Yeah... That one doesn't sound too flattering.

But that's how I feel about... hum... 98% of the time...

I don't know. I just feel as if there are too many guys out there just looking for a pretty face to show off to their boys or show off whenever they go out. Either that, or there are too many guys out there trying to pretend they wanna be up in your face, but actually wanna have about 4 other faces also. (One of the two. Pick your choice) But that is another blog topic...

Sure, guys want something nice to look at because I know I don't want no Lil Wayne lookin' at me when I wake up. Ugh! Unless you like that kinda junk, then you go right ahead. Jesus...

"Pretty face, thick in the waist." "Long hair, don't care", "Lookin' like Halle Berry, Lauren London, Toya & Nia Long!" Sure, no one is that perfect (well, they aren't perfect either) but some like the attention. To hear their boys say, "Whoa! You gotcha self a nice one. You hittin' that?" He says, "Oh yeah! You know it!" (Whatever guys talk about.) Boost of self confidence & he's good for the rest of the day!

Now what does this do to the girl? Well, unless you like being shown off like a nicely cooked steak, then you have no problem with it.

Me, on the other hand, see myself as if I more than an object that can be used & paraded around. (And I hope other girls feel the same way too.) Of course I don't look anywhere near Toya, Tiny or Beyonce, I'm not "thick" in any way (and would NEVER want to be over a size 5) or have "long hair, don't care". So why do I keep attracting such negative male specimens? You tell me. I'm baffled.

But all I can say about the trophy wives, girl friends, friends, hoes, whatevers, you are worth so much more and can find someone who can actually care about you. Sure, he isn't gonna pop outta mid-air like Prince Aladdin, but he's out there... I hope...If not, Oops! Sorry. I lied =D

(lol) But still. Think the next time you start talking to a guy or get in to a relationship; think if he actually likes you for you, flaws & all or just for how hot you look in those jeans & how nicely your boobs over flow in that tank top. =/

You can do way better...

How do you feel about trophy girls? Have you ever been a trophy girl to anyone?

Boobies Galore!

We all have them. Some more or less than others... But still. We all got em. But gosh... Are mine small. I feel like I'm not porptional... When I got pregnant, I went from a precious 32A to a nice looking 32B. Then when I started breastfeeding, I had a very nice 32B/32C. Yes you guys, a C. That was only when my boobs were VERY full (which hurts like a dull ache). Shocking? Slightly. Attention grabbing? I'd think so.

They were SO nice. Perky, pretty and for the first time in my life, I had cleavage without squeezing my arms together! (Like how I used to do) It was beautiful. Some days, they looked like implants. Literally. I have a picture where it looks like I just got implants in because they have that implant-round-fake look. You know what I'm saying?? Let me find a pic...

Like this!! Exactly like this! lol. Posh Spice... You see the fake round-looking-ness?! I'd show you the pic, but I don't want my boobs all out there on the internet... Just ask & I'll decide to show you personally. =]

Now that I have stopped breastfeeding (Mia weened herself...), I'm back to square 1. All those size B bras engulf my little pectorials. =[ They seem sad. I need to do some push-ups to bring them back up again. It's kind of sad how before I took such good care of my body and now I look like this. I used to look like this **see below** Not exactly like this, but you get the idea. No alcohol or white looking, but small, non-existant boobs, flat abs, but I had thighs... Still do...

It's kind of sad that I do get slightly jealous that:

1) My bikini top looks like flat triangles on my chest & other girls actually have peaches, grapefruits and cantalopes under the tops.

2) I don't have cleavage. Just sternum....just sternum... I'd have to duct tape them just to even get a hint of cleavage

3) I could never use my boobs to get my way. =[

4) All my size B bras taunt me T_____T

Anyway! Boobies are nice. They are decoration, a food supply and just yell "I'm a girl!" No matter what your size is or if you didn't get to say "good bye" to yours like how I did (*tear*), you are beautiful regardless. =}

So shake what you have! (Or don't have)

What would we do without them?! Would guys still find us attractive it we had no boobs like them? Do you think you'd look better with bigger/smaller boobs?

Love Has No Past Tense

I never thought about this until I saw it.

Think about it.

Have you ever said "Yeah, I loved her, but not anymore"
or "He used to love me back in the day."

Well, if you truely loved a person, wouldn't you still be with that person now??

That's why I say I have never been in love before & this icon helps me explain myself. I always hear "You never loved your baby daddy?!" Well, if I did, I wouldn't be single right now, would I?? *says rapidly: "inyoface"*

I was in love with the thought of being a big happy family, but then there was no "happy" part.

Next time you want to say "I love you" to a boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, fiance, husband, friend, think of how you truely feel about that person. The "L" word is thrown around so much these days that it's meaning is really losing its intensity. Kind of hard to believe it when someone says it sometimes.

"Like" is better. Use that until you truely know how you feel about that person. I'd say wait.... about 6 months to a year before throwin' the "L"-bomb, 'cuz hey! You wanna see their true color, don't you?

**Read my blogs from yesterday about My #1 fan and Sugar Daddys. And I don't mean the candy!**

Coming soon! My FAVE Youtube videos. Some are so funny, you'll wanna share it with the world.

Can You Be My Daddy?

And I'm not talking about the candy...

Here are some of the definitions of a "sugar daddy" found on urbandictionary.com if you don't know what this is...

Sugar Daddy:
1) Like a genie - he may be a little old, but if a girl rubs his lamp, he'll grant her wishes.
(She uses her sugar daddy for his money, but he sure gets some service in return!)

2) A man who provides money or other favors in exchange for sexual relations
("All that bitch wants is a sugar daddy.")

3)An older man who is able to gain a younger woman by having lots of cash and assets. The younger woman is known as a 'gold digger'. A sugar daddy is generally being used by the 'gold-digger' for his house, cars and money.
(Female: "Shit...I did too many drugs throughout skool, how am I supposed to earn income?...I know! I'll get myself a sugar daddy.")

Those were funny. But still... It's kinda gross if you think about it. Some of these guys are like 40+, maybe even 60+ looking for a hot piece of eye candy to get some boom-boom from and she gets a Mercedes, some Prada shoes, & get to ride his Rolls Royce or Maybach down Rodeo Drive for the week. Hey! She might even get a shopping spree in Paris is he's THAT rich.

To me, this is not appealing. No matter how much I love shopping and designer everything, I could never stoop down this low to go out to get a sugar daddy. My goods are too good for some nasty old perv to be having fantasies about. Ugh. On top of that, some girls have more than 1 sugar daddy! Say what?!

How does a girl keep up with them all?! They're like little pets!

And the new VH1 show "Megan Wants a Millionaire" doesn't make the whole sugar daddy idea so dim either. A bunch of men with money showering a not so attractive (to me atleast) girl with expensive gifts & telling her how beautiful she is. Sounds nice for the moment until:

1) You see how ugly he really is.

2) You get tired of the gifts. After a while, you'll have everything.

3) He might run outta money. We're in a recession you know.

Regardless if you like the idea of a sugar daddy or not, people will still continue to do it. Some girls like the attention and gifts, while others (like mysefl) are more in to the sentimental things in life. You know. Like a macaroni necklace/project with our initals in it. Or Flowers. Or writing a song for me. Or just coming up with something creatively thoughtful. That's way better than some Versace glasses and a Chanel bag with a Chihuahua in it.

How do you feel about sugar daddys? Would you get one (or have one)? Which gifts are better: a thoughtful & creative once in a while or designer gifts and anything you want?

This is for my Number 1

So, I wanted to write a little blog for my amigos who stay up to date with the infamous blog or Raven!

And for those of you who are just now starting to read my blogs... well, you're just not cool enough to be apart of the Raven Fan Club... yet...

Ahhh... First of all, I'd like to say thank you for reading my blogs and letting me know how you feel about them. I try to keep them light hearted, funny, emotional, and up lifting as possible. You know. A little something for everyone. For the emos, the goths, the preps, the pessimists, the gangstas, the thugs, the optimists, the mothers, the students, the teens, the heart broken, the loved, and most of all, for YOU!!

I started writing my blog because:

1) I was bored as balls.

2) I actually like writing how I feel.

I don't like writing reports though. I just like being able to express myself without speaking. I'm not a great speaker. Writing gives me a chance to vent and let all my emotions out that I can not say out loud, can't find the words for and I won't hurt people's feelings directly. So I do it indirectly. =D (And about 75% won't know I'm talking about them) >=]

Sure, I'd keep writing regardless if I had followers and such, but just knowing that people like my blogs so much makes me feel like I'm doing pretty good. Move over Perez! Raven gon' take yo spot home dawg!

But I would like to shed some spotlight on my #1 fan:

Thanh Nguyen

Isn't she smokin'?! Hot Mama! (Minus the mama part) Anyway. I have known Thanh for about... 5 years now?! Gosh. Ever since freshman year of high school we have been really good friends. Such good friends that she is the God mother of my Mia. So if anything happens to me, my mother or Tyler, Thanh, you better make sure little stinker doesn't grow up to be a hooker!

But Thanh told me that she has bookmarked my page and reads every blog that I put up. What a loyal fan. *tear* Makes me proud that I'm such a good blogger. The sad thing is that my Thanh has moved to South Carolina and we only get to see her every once in a while. Maybe we will come visit you some time soon and I will hug your head like this man is hugging the cabbage.

we miss you dearly. And I miss my cabbage. =[

Anyway. I know there are other fans out there sayin' "I read ur blogs too!!" But hey! You never let me know. So let me know how you feel about my blogs & you will soon be in my fan blog #2! whoop-whoop!!

"It's just a little crush"

*ahhhh* Who doesn't love a good crush.

But what we all love the most!

Having a crush & them never knowing.

That's always wonderful.

(And I like how Alicia Keys just up & tells the guy she stalks him)

I remember back in the day when we had our little crushes in high school & middle school.

Those were the days. Making up code names for the guy.

Water. Jelly. M. Pants. Potato. Corn. Tiger.

Tree.. Egg Roll. Jungle Boy. Orange. Hungry.

Well, I didn't like "Water" . We also made up code names

for people we didn't like either.

Stalking the mess outta them til we knew their every

class, every friend, and every outfit they had in their closet.

I remember one of my friends & I looked up the guy's last name in the phonebook & called almost every name

in the phonebook til we got tired. (That was back when we didn't have cell phones & such)

*Sigh* All of that for a guy's attention. Now what do we do?

Flirt like a muther. And my favorite, Facebook stalk. Mmmm... Who doesn't love a good creeper who will show their

admiration through Facebook stalking? I know I do! (lol) It's kinda creepy because you don't know who is all up

in your bizz, but its also good because the guy or girl you like won't know that you know what they did last night,

what they ate for breakfast, who was tagged in all their picture or how much they hate their job and their mother is

annoying. Gay, Straight, Lesbian, Bi, you know you've stalked someone before... even just a little.

But there is 1 thing a creeper/stalker should never do.

DON'T GET CAUGHT.

So do you remember those young naive days of crushes & puppy love?

How did you stalk your "Secret Lovers" and crushes? Did they ever catch you?