I should have blogged this as soon as it happened, but ahhh I didn’t.

I went to the Jay-Z concert in London on the 29th (of October). I really really wanted to go when he was in Toronto on the 31st but I had a la familia birthday party to go to and it was a must attend sort of deal so there was no way around it. Fair enough,  I had seen Jay before when he came with Mary J. Blige so it’s not like I was completely missing out BUT the only difference was this time I knew Drake would touch the stage. It’s Toronto so he had to, I don’t see why he wouldn’t anddd because Jay supports his music. I missed out on the other concerts Drake had (womp womp) so I really wanted to take this one in because it was sure to be legendary.

Anyhow, I ended up having an amazing time at the London concert. I sang along and danced to my heart’s content. There’s just something about a Jay concert that you can’t duplicate. The vibe is through the roof, the music is phenomenal and since it’s just him on stage the whole experince is oddly intimate. The crowd hangs on his ever word, hand gesture and verse. Even when he’s not rapping and just stands there the crowd starts chanting, “Hova, Hova, Hova…” until he continues. Track after track we went insane beause the genious emitting from the mic was epic.

MTV had aired a US performance a couple weeks before the concert so I already knew at the end he would shout out people in the crowd. I was in the second row from the stage so I knew there was a good chance he would see me. I tried to contain my excitement for that possibility. I felt very sure it would happen but still didn’t prepare myself if did. I guess I just assumed he would simply point me out and keep it moving if anything. Well he did a little more than that it was one of the best experinces I’ve ever had!

This is how it went. I had my hands above my head clapping along with the biggest grin on my face. I was thinking “It’s gunna happen, it’s gunna happen,” and just as I was thinking that we locked eyes. Yes, locked eyes. And he said,

“I see you girl in the striped shirt!”

And then he pointed to me and asked me a question and then pointed to my fiance. I had no idea, and still don’t, what he said specifically. We think he said something about me being with him (my fiance) and either commenting on him being lucky or me making him look good. Either way my smile got even bigger. All I could do was say “Yes!” LMAO with my hands still in the air clapping regardless of what he asked me. He could have asked if I bit my toenails and I would have still been excited. Ok, that’s a little far fetched but you get the picture. It was an amazing moment. AMAZINKKK!

For the rest of the night we struggled to replay the moment and figure out the question. Till this day we still don’t know what he said but we’re confident it was something really good. All the way home I was still freaking out in the car saying crazy stuff like, “Jay-Z talked to us!! We had a conversation!! He might actually remember my face if I see him again. I wish I knew what he said, if we meet again I’ll ask him.” Of course I was in over-exaggeraiton mode but it’s JAY-Z, if you’re not on a high off something like that then you’re…a loser. 

Every time I think about what went down that night I get excited all over again. London did us well and I will see him again the next time he tours.

I LOVE Jay-Z. 

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Today a bird shit on my head.

It’s okay to laugh. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

I chuckled to myself when it happened too, oddly enough. I always try to avoid birds so that doesn’t happen to me (at least in a public setting) but I forgot my rule of thumb today. Thankfully it wasn’t a huge glob and it landed on the end of my bangs (which were curly today) so wiping it out wasn’t that bad. Some also landed on my sunglasses which were there to save my face from potential contact. Now THAT would have pissed me off. It’s one thing for a bird to drop a load on you, but another thing for it to land anywhere on your face. How do you come back from that? lol

I told a friend what had happened and like everyone usually does she said, “It’s good luck, something good is going to happen to you soon.” So of course I said, “lol, that’s just what people say to make you feel better about being shitted on!”

So like most things I overthought (word?) about what she said and I wondered how I would know when that “good thing” had happened? Because don’t good things happen all the time? How do I know if that good thing that happened (whatever it is) is because of the bird doodoo?

I’ve realized that that saying is just as shitty as the situation. There’s no “good thing” that’s about to happen as a direct result of the fly-by-pooping. “Good things” are whatever I want them to be and like I’ve said before; this life has nothing to do with luck.

So good duck(ing) to you.

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Be soft, not rude.
Be flirty, but not whore-ish.
Be strong, but accommodating.
Be a freak, but only for him.
Be safe, but know when you should have known.

I don’t know if its my feminist radar or just good timing and coincidence but lately I’ve been hearing people talk heavily about “types of women” to date, and “types of women” that exist in the world. So like any bullshit I hear I haven’t been taking any of it as fact.

I would just like to get one thing clear; women are not beings that can be categorized away in a filing cabinet. We are everything and anything you do and don’t want. Many of us contain all the qualities that seem to be very contradictory. For example, just because one women comes off as smart doesn’t mean she can’t or won’t make dumb decisions. Or just because one woman is loud and aggressive doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to show and respond to love and affection.

Its completely bewildering to me that people think each woman is a type, and fits neatly into whatever category we or you put us in. Its an impossible role to fulfill if you think about it because it eliminates our ability to just be ourselves without having to worry so heavily about our presentation to the judgmental eyes of world. Basically, its exhausting.

Ahhh, what more can I say.

Take care people.

P.S.: The video above just reiterates the idea of false perceptions of “real” women and is an example of the contributions the media has made to type casting women.

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November 3, 2009 - 1:29 AM

I was just talking to a great friend of mine, Jonelle Ward. It was a really good convo.Do not underestimate the power of conversation. It is one of the world’s most prized possessions. No amount of social networking and technology can ever measure up to the intricacies of real live conversation.

Life is about choices. Everything we do, unlike breathing, is a choice. Don’t get it twisted. We learn, we adapt, grow, evolve, and respond to change. The directions our lives take are up to us and we can either choose to grow and learn or get swallowed up by the rising waters. However, learning is not always immediate. Usually a lot of time has to pass before the lessons become clear. Everything has its time.

- Crystal Coburn, always.

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Above is an entry from my “journal” and I felt like sharing this part of it with you. After talking to Jonelle last night I was able to (re)confirm that human interaction and conversation is a fundamental element of our lives. NOTHING can replace it. This might be something you’ve heard already or are hearing more and more but if you can lift your head up from the comp every once and while you’ll see that some people are starting to go back to the basics and what is old becomes new again.

Take care guys.
Peace.

P.S.: I really like the sky in this picture and I felt like the sun breaking through the clouds was fitting.

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