Dear Coffee...

More than any other day of the week, it tends to be Monday and Friday mornings that you need a cup of coffee most. For coffee lovers, nothing else really compares. That’s why this Friday morning, I wanted to take the time to thank coffee. There is perhaps no greater source of motivation on those tired, sleepy mornings at the end of the week than a simple cup of just that. Especially since Friday is my only Morning shift of the entire week. So, without further ado, a thank-you letter to coffee:


Dear Coffee,

It's mornings like this that make me appreciate how wonderful you truly are. I am so glad you were brought to this earth as a tiny bean so that we can brew you and enjoy you.

I prefer you with two teaspoons of sugar and a tiny bit of milk. But some people prefer you iced. And some people prefer you with cream. Some people even prefer you with nothing at all, a great testimony to how perfect you really are.

I just wanted you to know… because sometimes, there is nothing better on a tiresome morning than a good ole cup of joe.
xoxo,
Sharlene (+ the rest of the world!)

why is it monday already?

I know I should be sleeping since its currently 12:30 am and I have nothing to do. But I cant bring myself to actually get settled into bed and all that .. EVEN though its right behind me.

What is up with today? complete lazy Sunday all day and its now even dragging into Monday.. this is straight up tomfoolery!

Oh well looks like I'll be on tumblr for a couple of hours... smh

PS: I'm craving warm chocolate chip cookies right about now

Favorite Movie of all time.. Right here:

Listen up!

First of all, giving Michael Jackson the respect he deserves for influencing
music, culture, and humanitarian work is not a slap in the face to all other
world events. To those who believe they possess only a limited attention span,
and can only deal with one issue at a time, and only have room in their minds
and hearts to serve a particular segment of the world, I am sorry you have no
mental or spirtual range.


I am sorry you do not posssess the ability to wholistically understand how he
revolutionized dance, how he broke racial barriers, how he changed American
culture, and how he assisted thousands by donating hours of his time to charity,
giving away over 300 million dollars, and creating his own charitable
foundation. (And ironically, Michael Jackson would agree that the loss of
civilian life is a great tragedy. And more so, he would actually try to help).


I’m sorry you do not appreciate his fantastic voice. Which has a range of 3 to 4
octaves. Which is so distinct and so difficult to emulate. It is so logical. He
couldn’t sing, he could only dance, which is why so many people bought his
albums. To do what? Oh right…to listen to his VOICE. If you believe he is not
a great singer, than you are in denial.

Michael Jackson himself, respected the greats. He respected James Brown,
Astaire, Gene Kelly, Marvin Gaye, the Beatles, Elvis, Frank Sinatra. A true
artist understands giants who walked before him, who paved his way. But to not
give Michael his due, is to be ignorant. And THAT is a disservice to reality.


You do not have to like his music. But you have to respect his talent. You do
not have to like his personal life, but you have no right to label a man a
pedophile when he has been cleared of all charges. A true test of someone’s
intellience is the amount of work they do investigating and analyzing the
stories put before them, before making ridiculous judgements. Read the court
transcripts, look up the police evidence, understand the background of the
accusers, and realize that the cases against him had more holes in them than
swiss cheese. Actually think for yourself since you claim to be so
intellectually superior than those mourning Jackson.


As for redefining the defintition of genius, you are right, it needs to be
redefined. Because Michael has set the bar higher than anyone in the music world
could imagine. Find me anyone in this profession who can sing like he did, dance
like he did, write, choreograph, produce, and direct at a level of complete
perfection like he could. He now walks with fellow giants.


♫♪ An appreciation of  Michael Jackson ❤

life is short. Have a laugh.

You only get one life. Life is short. I'm beginning to realize that our spirits are here on Earth as a test. It's like we're born into this life and into these bodies but we have to remember where we came from and what we're here for because everyone has a purpose and something to offer the world. It's up to each individual as to whether or not you're going to fulfill your purpose and your spirit's full potential or if you're going to just give up because or think life is pointless or whether you're going to do something positive or whether you're going to do something negative etc. We have free will. Everyone is different and experiences bad and good things but that's just life.
I personally feel that life is about living in the moment. I enjoy just being postive. My favourite thing in the world is laughing. Making people laugh is something I love to do. I want to live my life completely postive. When I'm on my deathbed I want to be able to look back on my life with a smile. I did things that people always want to do but never have the balls to or are too self concious. I dont want to look back on my life thinking that I didnt have a happy life. That sounds horrible, doesn't it?
Also life isn't pointless just because you may not make a historical impact. Why would one's life only be meaningful if your name is known throughout history? No one really cares and that's sad to think that all life is meaningless because of that. Not everyone is meant to be a George Washington or Christopher Columbus etc. The little people matter too! Our family, friends, teachers, lovers.
And I do believe in life after death. I believe in it for various reasons but if not for them, what the hell would the point of all this be? What would be the point of life? There IS a point because there's a reason for everything. The good things and the bad. Yes, bad things happen for a reason. It sucks but it's true. I take the bad things I've experienced in life as lessons learned. I learn to be safer, smarter, wiser, more careful, more giving, stronger etc. It all depends on the situation.
Don't let negativity keep you down! You thinking that life is pointless is extremely negative. Get rid of whatever is negative around you. Start being positive and surround yourself with positivity and good experiences will come to you, trust me!

Some things are hard to write about.

After something happens to you, you go to write it down.

And either you over dramatize it or underplay it.

Exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones.

At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

Guess what I'm watching with my momz...

.

Look,

I don't care if you're black, white, straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. Simple as that.

To Anyone Who Has Ever Given Me a Hard Time for Being a Michael Jackson Fan:

How dare you give me a hard time. You don’t even understand half the reason I like him so much. Sure he’s a great role model, and his voice is amazing… but there’s a whole other aspect of why I like him soo much.

When Michael left this world, I was at the lowest point of my life. My father had just passed and even though it had been a while it was at the time where I was hurting the most. I mean all the happiness I had ever known was gone. I was constantly trying to think of everything in a funny way because I was seriously scared that I would never laugh again. His music and his words helped me get through it all. It gave me an escape. Whenever someone would make me feel like shit, or when my thoughts and crying would keep me up at night, I could put on his music and forgot about it for a little while. His words gave me hope. Hope that things would change. Hope they would get better. And his laughter made me smile. Even when it was hard. He brought me through the hardest time of my life. That something I can’t explain in words, you have to live through it. Now that I’ve made it through the storm. Now that I have good friendships and a healthy mind. When I listen to his music or just watch him on tv, it reminds me that I am strong enough to get through any situation that’s thrown infront of me. How can you tell me I am crazy for enjoying and embracing that? It’s not crazy. It’s beautiful. You shouldn’t give me dirty looks, you should give me your respect. I went through a very difficult time and his inspiration helped me get through all the pain from loosing my best friend and all the pain that was caused to me by those few harsh haters i had. Everytime someone tells me I am “obsessed” or they say “You have problem,” think about why I like him so much. It is really that much of a problem? Or when you tell me its wrong to like him because you feel a certain way about him, your telling me I don’t have the right to happiness. You have the right to your feelings, so let me have my rights to mine. Next time your about to make fun of me, or anyone, for liking him “TOO MUCH” or whatever just keep that in mind.

Thanks for reading.

Peace, love, & MJ <3

EPIC!!! lolol

"IT'S RICK JAMES B!TCH!"

*RANT ALERT*

OK, so I find it really annoying that people are being sooo transparent.. almost everyone i've ever known thought i was weird for being an MJ fan (back in like 2004-ish). Still, almost everyone respected the fact that I wasnt afraid to be myself. Yet, there were a few people that I could just not help. I ended up winning most people over on the whol "MJ is a legend and a musical prophecy" bit, but some people were really hard to even talk to cuz they hated MJ so much.


Its funny that those few people in the world that hate him dont even know him. ok ok, I know that sounds sooooooo... lame. But honestly, those people never take the time out to research about him or watch interviews because they spend their time "Hating" him.. so all they think is that "this man is weird and he acts weird and everyone else thinks hes weird because he's pedo, so I'm going to think that way too" ...


Seriously .. get your head out of your ASS! I'm not trying to change those people, I just want them to see how hypocritical they're being. I know that every MJ hater is a person... and people feel. i bet those people would HATE it if they were accused of being something their not. Especially since these people like to use most of their energy verbally abusing MJ fans (when their around eachother) ... I know that if I was to spead a rumor about that person and say that they were a "slut" or like... had a serious disease, They would not find that funny... IN FACT, they would argue that forever and make me try to believe that they were innocent...
and this is what MJ tries to do ... but the MJ haters are being dicks.


I knew 2 people in highschool that were in my guitar class (you can tell they have no musical ability since theyre dissing the man who re-created music and broke barriers for many artists and bands) HATED mj so much... they used to always say "hes a pedo, watch out you might be next" etc, etc. funny thing... on nexopia.com .. I was recieved a couple of "friend updates" a week after MJ died and the updates inculded these boys new blog post titled "RIP MICHAEL JACKSON" and i was stunned. It went on .."... you were an amazing artist and I will always be your fan" .... (I'm slowly shaking my head as I type this)






Basically ... if you dislike mj thats fine but dont be so brainless that you NEED the media to think for you.
OH, and dont randomly BITCH and argue to me... Cuz I'll rip you a new asshole.




thank you :)

My cleaning fairy. RIP

I really hate to clean when I'm not in the mood to.
Sometimes (rarely)  I have the inspiration to clean.
Only then will I clean without being asked to do so.
I am not a clean freak, but my mother is. and sometimes
I would like to shoot her in the head. LOL
I'm only kidding folks! ....
seriously though.

Today I am not in the mood for cleaning but I must.
I've been looking for my cleaning fairy so that she can
help me (aka: do all the work while I watch mr. bean).

Its been 10 mins of me trying to find her but I think she took
off on me.
"cleaaannninngg faiirrryy!!"

OMG DISTRACTION... I just got back from kitchen.
I dont even know how long this distraction was lol.
dessert was calling me. and now I really don't want to clean.
Damn you Little Debbie! Damn you straight to hell!
Your little desserts are so tempting!

I just found my cleaning fairy!
She suffocated under the dirty clothes and mountains of magazines...
oops.

I shall try to save her life. .... "c'mon fairy .. c'mon"

*Sigh*.. its too late.
My cleaning fairy's dead. Just seeing the state of my house killed her!
Now I have to do it all by myself!


I'm Sooo sorry lil fairy...
We pourin liqour out for you babe ;)
R.I.P

the "unpleasent-ness" Aka: the yellow beast *dun dun dunn*

I just got home... heres what just went down:

As I walked from my school to the bus stop, my eyes wandered to a moving fuzzy blur of yellow. This blur was running around and I realized it was a man who was really far away and was getting on the same bus that I was supposed to be on.

I noticed that I might miss this bus so I ran extremely fast and I caught up to it in the nic of time. I was happy that I didn't miss the bus. I should have.

I sat my ass down in a seat that was located at the back of the bus. I also noticed that this "yellow Blur" was now a tall black male. He decided to sit by me. Now I didnt think too much of this at first. But then the unpleasantness happened.

He began to sing. loudly. He was belting at the top of his lungs.

Everyone was staring at him.

I felt myself try to control my laughter.. my cheeks grew warm. my mouth began to witch. then suddenly I hear this giggling.. and I realize that its me. then I also noticed that my giggling sent all of the passengers laughing too. I felt horrible, shouldnt have given in to the temptation of laughing my ass of at this man. This man had no idea why a bus full of people were laughing. He began to ponder over the reason. as

I stared at him with my peircing eyes, another person (skinny white male) decided to try to talk to the beast.

"you should try out for canadian idol!" said the skinny white male.

"I lost my phone, man" said the yellow beast.

As i heard this conversation I began to smile I couldnt help it.

to be continued...