Friday, July 31, 2009

Another Work Story Exclusive SMH

Another Work Story Exclusive SMH

I was told that I was the only chick who the guys would actually have to put in 110% to "get". What the fuck? Out of however many females are at my job, I'm the ONLY one who actually keeps the puss on a pedestal? I thought all girls were taught that their shit should be exclusive?

Is this a representation of our society as a whole? If so, we need to get some type of message out there to these silly girls pronto!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Liking vs. Wanting to Fuck

Sometimes you have to hold your tongue in certain situations... Some things are better left unsaid. In regards to the opposite sex, women can get testy with one another when they feel threatened. Even if your only goal was to educate these young minded females.

The other day, I mntioned to a certain female friend of mine a list of guys that would be going out with us the following night. She proceeded to laugh and say, " Oh great, a list of all the guys that like me." Now at that point and time, I was faced with a decision. Should I hurt this girl's feelings, or should I just keep my mouth shut? On one side, yes, she is my friend; but on the other, we are two grown ass women pretty much set in our ways. Introducing her to reality at this point of her life, would almost certainly end in turmoil. Thus, I did what any sane female would do; I kept my thoughts to myself and walked away.

[Now, if you ladies are reading this and don't see anything wrong with her statement, please read the rest of this post carefully, and then refer to the link below:
http://jervishiaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-ladies.html ]

9 times out of 10, if you're getting a lot of attention from guys, it's not because they are into you. It's probably because they simply want to fuck you, and then pass you around to their boys. Now you might be that ONE exception, where guys fall all over themselves for you, but in this particular incident, I highly doubt it.

This girl uses her sexuality as a means to catch a male's attention, as if she has nothing else to offer. She's decent looking and has a good head on her shoulders.[Minus the sexual connotations] That's hard to come by in these times. Why must simulating oral acts with your mouth be your means for attention? You are setting yourself up for the kill. Or should I say you are setting yourself up to get fucked??? And then you end up thinking you have this group of guys wanting to build something substantial with you. If you think your pussy game is dope enough to keep the dude interested, might I point you, again, to the following link ---> http://jervishiaw.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-ladies.html

Ladies, these guys don't want you for you, they want what pleasure you can provide for them at that present time. And if it's good, please believe that their friends will follow suit.

Celibacy

defined: choosing to remain single and not have sexual relationships



Why are you celibate?
- I've been with three people in the three years I've been fucking, and each time I gotten nothing out of it. Each and every time, I'd leave feeling empty and used. Always asking myself, "Why did I just do that?". Yes, there were periods of time where I thought there were feelings , but ultimately I left feeling nothing. And yes, I was always the one walking away, often times leaving the guy with a questioning look. I've actually had one tell me I made him feel like a prostitute.
Each and every time, I was short changed; no "nut", orgasm, or "cumming" involved. Yes, you read correctly, none of the above. I soon realized that if I'm not getting any sexual gratification nor any emotions from the situation, why do it? The only person getting anything is my partner, and that's not fair. So I stopped. No peen for this cooda monk.

Terms?
- No I have not been with anyone for the past year. Meaning I have not been kissed, touched, or fucked in a long time. Am I ok with that? Yes, if it keeps me from feeling the way I felt after sex.

What are you waiting for?
- Unlike some celibates, I do not have a specific time limit.I have been celibate for over a year now, and still going strong. I will continue refrain from fucking until I am in a relationship. I've never been in a "real" one so I'm waiting to see if that's any different. Hopefully with some feelings involved, I can actually bust a nut.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Best Gospel Song Ever

Gives Me Chills


More of the Spectacular Fuckery.

Twitter Nonsense

So just in case some of you don't have twitter, I decided to post some of my nonsense from today's rant. Enjoy.

"Have u ever seen someone who looks like they have no ass at all? It actually seems to cave in where there should b some form of fatty tissue"

"How the hell do they take a shit?"

"It must be uncomfortable sitting on the toilet."

"Is it weird that I actually want to see one of these people naked, just to see what a concave booty looks like."

"It'll be a story to tell my grand kids. Well my brother and sister's grand kids, because I'm not having any children."

'"Your great aunt once saw a concave booty, in all its glory."'


Follow me. -----> http://twitter.com/Jervishia

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

WTF?!

Usually I don't write blogs this quickly about events, but this shit had me running to my blog! What the hell is wrong with dude? I always thought that Spectacular was the weird one of the group, even though he had the most groupies. The video below just proves my suspicions correct. It is going to take more than just some explaining to come back from this shit.

Viewers beware.




PAUSEPOLICE, PLEASE ARREST THIS DUDE INDEFINITELY!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Wow!

Sometimes you can't help but like a song. As much as you fight it. Much props to Brian H. from 'Making the Band' series. I wish you much success.

'On and On'

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Blast From the Past

Songs have a tendency of bringing back memories; whether you want them to or not. Certain songs from two different artists used to bring back hurtful memories of my past. But I realize that they were memories I subconsciously didn't want to let go of. Whenever I downloaded music, updated my Ipod or phone, or just watched videos on Youtube, I was always drawn to a few songs. They meant alot to me, and said everything I needed to say during that moment in my life.

When I listened to these songs today, something was different. They didnt remind me of the pain behind the memory. But more of the learning experience I gained from the situation. I've been trying to let go of grudges, and I guess this was one that I am now mature enough to let go of.

It's a beautiful feeling when we can acknowledge growth within ourselves. Most do not take the time to stop and assess the development that takes place on a day to day basis. Sometimes, little things such as a song can help is to realize that we arent who we once were.

I'm not going to get into the juicy details. The person who this is regarding knows who they are. And if you're reading this, I just have a few things to say before I go:

'I heard you've been asking about me? I hope all is well. If not, just know that recently I've started praying for you . Thank you for the lessons you taught me; they helped to mold me into person I am today. I wish you the best.

Jervishia
P.S. I left the videos of "our songs" below. Hopefully they bring back some of the good memories and push aside the bad, as they have done for me.'

Musiq Soulchild
Half Crazy


Ginuwine
Stingy

I know a few people will have negative things to say about this post , but I really don't care at this point. And you know what, I wish you all the best as well. Positivity will always outshine the negative.

God Bless.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Congrats 'Mr. Fine' !


I just want to take the time to give congrats to my new dime piece of the year, Michael Crabtree. He was recently drafted to San Francisco 49ers; first round might I add. Congrats. You have made SF my new favorite NFL team. Make me proud.
Oh by the way, a little birdie just told me that SF is trying to get Michael Vick on their team when he gets out. If the 49ers have both Crabtree and Vick, we all can offically say 'It's Over!" for the rest of the football teams out there.
Can't wait.


Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Note to the Ladies

I'm tired of seeing females fall for the same shit over and over again. Hoping that the next person will be somehow be different. Now I'm not a male basher by any means, but I do know bull shit when I hear it. I don't understand why other females can't do the same. I'm not talking to all females, but the ones that do have problems, read very carefully what I have typed below. Think on it. Absorb the material. Apply it to your everyday lives.

LADIES, MEN WILL TELL YOU ANYTHING THAT THEY THINK YOU WANT TO HEAR IN ORDER TO GET IN YOUR PANTS.

No matter what kind of good man you think that you have. At one point ad time, they all have stretched the truth, or flat out lied to make themselves look better. Now ladies, read this clearly:

WHATEVER VERBAL OR INSINUATED CONTRACTS WERE MADE BEFORE THE DEED IS DONE,(for the slow ones: before you fucked) BECOME NULL AND VOID ONCE YOU GIVE UP THE GOODIES.

Before I get blasted with hate mail from females swearing that they have a good man, understand this: What separates the dogs from the men is whether or not the male still keeps his side of the bargain even after he has had a taste.

He still treats you with respect, genuinely cares, and ultimately wants to still pursue something with you. There aren't many of them out there. So when you find one, hold on tight and don't let go. To those who haven't found that "good man", learn to understand your own worth before you go out and expect someone else to.

I'm out.
Jervishia

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Chingy may be playing for the PINK TEAM?


So I know in the past there have been many rumors about Mr. Ching-a-ling, but are they really true? I've heard once or twice that he himself has admitted to being bi-sexual. The truth behind the matter is really unknown to the public. However, recently a transexual has been interviewed claiming to have intimate details about the rapper. In her words, Howard Bailey (Chingy) has some nice DSLs, that she has had the pleasure of feeling in action.


If any of yall are wondering who is the giver and who is the receiver...supposedly, Chingy knows how to take that DICK.


Check out the link below for the video of the interview.

Something has been up with me. I really am not interested in anyone of the opposite sex. I am so focused on getting myself together that I really have forgot about my "other" needs. At some point and time I allowed myself to stop and look at my surroundings. All of my friends are shacked up, and have been that way for a long time. Where have I been??? I really cannot name one person that I would want to throw up against the wall and blow his mind... This much focus should have my competition a little nervous.

Look out for me real soon...

Sunday, April 19, 2009

B-DAY UPDATE

Well, I may have plans after all... paintball, casino, beach, and club. Maybe this will be the first birthday where I'm actually happy? We'll see.


To be cont'd.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

VIVA LA ICE CREAM TRUCK

When I moved from Pompano Beach to the city in which I now reside, I noticed three (3) things.
1. I never heard any ice cream trucks riding around...ever.
2. There were no sto' (store) houses.
3. It was waaaayyyy to quiet.

In Pompano, ice cream trucks rode around the neighborhoods 24/7. Seriously, at midnight, you would still hear that familiar jingle warning you that the ice cream truck was near. Not only did they sell ice cream, but the more successful ones also had chips, hot dogs, and hot sausages. I used to spend all of my lil money anytime the truck came around. If my money wasn't spent there, I was constantly at a sto' house. Buying Lilly Dillies, pig feet (before I knew they were really pig feet), hot sausages, pickled eggs, and salt and vinegar chips. Damn... just thinking about it makes me want to ride to Pno and find the nearest sto' house.
I've been in my current location for atleast eight (8) years now. I completely forgot ice cream trucks even existed it. But I have news for the world to read! The other day while on Sawgrass Expressway, I seen something beautiful. It came in the form of a speeding van, one who cut me off as we both raced to our destinations. Yes, it was an ice cream truck. They still do exist!! Lmao



Monday, April 13, 2009

We Only Have Ourselves to Blame



As a minority, you would think that African Americans would band together and stand up for one another. We are constantly speaking of being oppressed, and begging for the rights we feel are being witheld from us. Yet very rarely do we stop and take a look at what got us in the predicament in the first place.
As Americans, we like to play "THE BLAME GAME"; it's what we're good at. Never do we admit that maybe, just maybe, we are at fault for our own short-comings. For every obstacle that is put in front of us, we feel that " it's the white man trying to tear us down". Every negative aspect of our lives it's a result of someone else hating to see us succeed.

As a society, we need to realize who is truly at fault. Who is really trying to keep us down?

In my art appreciation class today I was reminded of a fact that I'd known long ago, but had placed way back in the far corners of my mind. Why? I have no idea. Maybe it was because slowly I am being brainwashed by the feelings of the majority.Maybe it wasn't. The real fact of the matter is that I am happy I was reminded at a point in my life where I could actually interpret and use the information for my overall well being.

For hundreds of years, blacks have been holding a grudge against whites because of slavery. We still feel as though we are not considered equals. Feeling deep pain from the idea that other would come to our homeland, uproot us, and force us into working for them and following their rules. But are they really the ones to blame?

Check your history books. Some of the first people to capture Africans and force them into slavery, were actually Africans themselves. They would go into other lands, and capture other tribe members, selling them to Europeans and Americans for monetary value and supplies. The oppressed being the oppressors.




Now I'm not taking up for Europeans or Caucasians by any means. Just because one does it, doesnt make it okay, or morally correct for you to do it. I am just make the point to show you that maybe "THE WHITE MAN" isn't holding us down as much as we think he is. Maybe we ourselves are the only ones keeping us at a standstill.

Imagine if we all got together and worked to become a major force in our nation, the dream that is America would be ours for the taking. We should stop feeling sorry for ourselves and the past, and use our history as a stepping stone, or motivational force to push the African American society to the fore-front.

Lets stop being crabs in a bucket;instead of pulling each other down when one succeeds, lets build each other up so that we all may succeed.

-Sincerely,

A Motivated Black Woman.




Sunday, April 12, 2009

Blah.

Feeling like crap, and the birthday is coming up. May 8.


Still have no plans..

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Andy Milonakis Show

I forgot how much I really loved 'The Andy Milonakis Show'.... Gives me the warm fuzzies.


Today, while watching BET, I finally saw a promotional commercial for College Hill. My only question is this: WHY AM I JUST BEING PUT UP ON THIS? Either the show really is that good, or BET did one hell of a job with the trailer. Hopefully the show hasn't had too many episodes for me to catch up on...
Final Note: Thank you Sachiel for letting me know that I was the only one on the face of the Earth that has yet to see the show. :(

Monday, April 6, 2009





"Chris Brown is scheduled to appear in court in Los Angeles on Monday to be arraigned on two felony charges stemming from his domestic violence case involving Rihanna. The 19-year-old is expected to plead not guilty to charges of assault and making criminal threats. Brown's lawyers have also been in "serious" plea bargain negotiations with prosecutors and are "close" to a deal, TMZ reports.
Rihanna, currently in her native Barbados, is not required to attend the arraignment. Denying reports that say otherwise, Rihanna's lawyer, Donald Etra, told TVGuide.com that the singer will testify if required. If convicted, Brown could face anything from probation to a maximum four years and eight months in prison."
- http://www.seattlepi.com/tvguide/404874_tvgif6.html




I want to wish both Chris Brown and Rihanna the best. No one really knows what happened that night between the two of them, and thus no one should really be able to judge them. Hopefully the outcome of today's events will be fair, and the truth revealed.


Saturday, April 4, 2009

Nigga, do you NOT realize your dick will fall off?

Pardon my use of the term "nigga", but sometimes you have to speak so that you can be heard.

Is it just me, or are more and more people showing slutty tendencies and making stupid mistakes lately? It seems like every other week I have a friend calling me with their stories of being pregnant, having sex without a condom, et cetera. Do we not realize that STDs are a big threat within the African American Community? We continuously sleep around with the belief that "it won't happen to me". One of these days, you're card will be pulled and you'll wake up and find that your dick/cooda monk has fallen off. What will you do then?

I think my Grannee said it best with, "I'd rather my pussy fall of from non-usage, than from a disease eating it off".

Below are just SOME statistics of STDs.

Statistics taken from http://www.ashastd.org/learn/learn_statistics.cfm

  1. More than half of all people will have an STD/STI at some point in their lifetime.
  2. The estimated total number of people living in the US with a viral STD/STI is over 65 million.
  3. Every year, there are at least 19 million new cases of STDs/STIs, some of which are curable.
  4. More than $8 billion is spent each year to diagnose and treat STDs/STIs and their complications. This figure does not include HIV.
  5. In a national survey of US physicians, fewer than one-third routinely screened patients for STDs/STIs.
  6. Less than half of adults ages 18 to 44 have ever been tested for an STD/STI other than HIV/AIDS.
  7. Each year, one in four teens contracts an STD/STI.
  8. One in two sexually active persons will contact an STD/STI by age 25.
  9. About half of all new STDs/STIs in 2000 occurred among youth ages 15 to 24.
  10. The total estimated costs of these nine million new cases of these STDs/STIs was $6.5 billion, with HIV and human papillomavirus (HPV) accounting for 90% of the total burden.
  11. Of the STDs/STIs that are diagnosed, only some (gonorrhea, syphilis, chlamydia, hepatitis A and B) are required to be reported to state health departments and the CDC.
  12. One out of 20 people in the United States will get infected with hepatitis B (HBV) some time during their lives.
  13. Hepatitis is 100 times more infectious than HIV.
  14. Approximately half of HBV infections are transmitted sexually.
  15. HBV is linked to chronic liver disease, including cirrhosis and liver cancer.
  16. Hepatitis A, hepatitis B and HPV are the only vaccine-preventable STDs/STIs. (Not all HPV types are covered by the vaccine, so women who receive it still need Pap tests.)
  17. It is estimated that as many as one in five Americans have genital herpes, a lifelong (but manageable) infection, yet up to 90 percent of those with herpes are unaware they have it.
  18. With more than 50 million adults in the US with genital herpes and up to 1.6 million new infections each year, some estimates suggest that by 2025 up to 40% of all men and half of all women could be infected.
  19. Over 6 million people acquire HPV each year, and by age 50, at least 80 percent of women will have acquired genital HPV infection.
  20. Most people with HPV do not develop symptoms. Some researchers believe that HPV infections may self-resolve and may not be lifelong like herpes.
  21. Cervical cancer in women, while preventable through regular Paps, is linked to high-risk types of HPV.
  22. Each year, there are almost 3 million new cases of chlamydia, many ofwhich are in adolescents and young adults.
  23. The CDC recommends that sexually active females 25 and under should be screened at least once a year for chlamydia, even if no symptoms are present.
  24. About two-thirds of young females believe doctors routinely screen teens for chlamydia.
  25. However, in 2003 only 30% of women 25 and under with commercial health care plans and 45% in Medicaid plans were screened for chlamydia.
  26. At least 15 percent of all American women who are infertile can attribute it to tubal damage caused by PID, Pelvic Inflammatory Disease, the result of an untreated STD.
  27. Consistent condom use reduces the risk of recurrent PID and related complications: significantly, women who reported regular use of condoms in one study were 60 percent less likely to become infertile.
  28. Consistent condom use provides substantial protection against the acquisition of many STDs, including statistically significant reduction of risk against HIV, chlamydia, gonorrhea, herpes, and syphilis.
  29. Some studies show that, for those who already have a clinically apparent genital HPV infection, using condoms promotes the regression of HPV lesions in both women and men.

A WASTE OF MY COODA JUICE.

PARDON ME FOR BEING A LITTLE BLUNT IN THIS POST...

This goes out to the dudes who have talked shit about their D-Game, and failed to follow through. And the women who were left feeling empty and cheated. No, I'm not talking about a personal incident here. I'm just speaking out for all the ladies who fell for the hype, and then were sadly disappointed when it came down to the nitty-gritty. Guys, why do you feel it's a must that you speak heavily on what you do in the bedroom? Is it a tactic to get more females? Must you boost yourselves up because you aren't on point where it really counts?

I know that some of the females out there still believe that those guys who don't talk up their performance are the ones who really can put it down. But ladies, I have a news flash, the lames have caught on to the game. Now even those who need to give up trying to please a woman altogether, have learned to be effectively elusive and demure about their shit. Thus in turn, giving us ladies the idea that they really might be working with something. WRONG! They still were just, what?....a waste of your cooda juice.

As women we need to learn to stop fucking guys just...because. Maybe if we stop casually having sex, we would stop getting so disappointed. I believe that the key to a great sex life, is having some sort of connection with your partner. Sexual acts become so much more, and in turn, give you more pleasure. Next time you decide to open your legs, ask yourself, is this really worth it? Do I actually have some type of connection with this person? Or after the act, will I feel like it was just a waste of my cooda juice...

Friday, April 3, 2009

First step...admittance

Hello,


My name is Jervishia, and I am a sugar addict...





Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I Wish...



I wish that I had a fast metabolism.
If I even breathe in the fragrance of sweets, I gain a pound. I wouldn't have a problem with exercising if I didnt continue to get injured. I do not get much sleep since I have two jobs and go to school. Therefore, I am ALWAYS sick and injured.

I wish that life was a little easier for me.
As soon as I turned sixteen, I had two jobs. I haven't really lived out my teenage years. I just pray that I am struggling so much now because in the future, life will be better.


I wish that I could make my family's pain go away.
If I could, I would wipe away the tears of my family. Money seems to tear us apart. It seems to be the answer to every problem we have. My dream is to become successful (in what, I'm not sure) and pay off their debts.


I wish that my wishes were reality...

Oh how I wish...

I need a NEW job.

I leave for FSU in August. From May to August, I need to save as much money as I can, as well as get my car fixed. I need to find a well-paying job. Anyone have any ideas???

Monday, March 30, 2009

A FUCK NIGGA: Josef Fritzl



World, I would like to introduce to you what I would like to call a "FUCK NIGGA". If you do not understand the term, after reading the article posted below, I'm sure you'll fully understand.

Now some may believe that terms coined by the African American society should stay within its confines, but in this particular situation, I feel as the the phrase perfectly fits him.

Sit back, relax, and take a good look. There arent many out there that fit this phrase as well as he does.


"ST. POELTEN, Austria (CNN) -- The daughter of Josef Fritzl, the Austrian man accused of keeping her in a cellar for decades and fathering her seven children, testified against him by video at his trial Tuesday.
One of Elisabeth Fritzl's brothers, Harald, also testified by video, a court spokesman said. The media and public have been barred from the courtroom for sensitive parts of the trial.
Fritzl has pleaded guilty to incest and other charges, but denied murder and enslavement.
He pleaded "partly guilty" -- an option in Austrian court -- to multiple charges of raping his daughter, Franz Cutka, a spokesman for the court in Landesgericht St. Poelten, said. A verdict is expected on Thursday, Cutka said.
Elisabeth testified on an 11-hour videotape. Portions of the tape were played Monday, and Fritzl was asked about it. The remainder of the tape was played Tuesday, officials said.
Authorities have said Elisabeth and her children were given new identities and are in a secret location.
Details of her testimony were not made clear at the daily afternoon news conference.
Asked at the news conference why other family members have not testified, officials said they did not wish to do so.
The murder charge relates to an infant named Michael Fritzl who died soon after birth, allegedly from lack of medical care, State Prosecutor Gerhard Sedlacek says.
A neo-natal expert gave evidence Tuesday in relation to the murder charge.
As he had Monday when the trial opened, concealed his face behind a file binder as he arrived in court to shield himself from reporters, television cameras and photographers and escorted by a phalanx of police officers.
Later Tuesday he dropped his guard and was pictured with the binder by his side, talking to security guards.
During the trial, prosecutors have painted a chilling picture of the more than two decades Elisabeth spent in the cellar of the family home in Amstetten with three of her children.
Fritzl took three other children upstairs, authorities have said, telling his wife and other relatives that the missing Elisabeth had dropped them at the house.
The woman and the remaining children never saw daylight, prosecutors said, and Fritzl went away for long periods of time, causing them to go hungry when he did not bring them food.
To punish them, prosecutors said, Fritzl sometimes turned the power off in the cellar for up to 10 days. In addition, they alleged, Elisabeth was often sexually assaulted in front of the children.
The case first came to light in April 2008 when Elisabeth's then-19-year-old daughter, Kerstin, became seriously ill with convulsions, and Elisabeth persuaded her father to allow the girl to be taken to a hospital.
Hospital staff became suspicious and alerted police, who discovered the family members in the cellar.
Police said Fritzl confessed to them that he had sex with his daughter, kept her and their children in captivity, and burned the body of the infant in an oven in the house. Elisabeth told police the infant was one of twins, and died a few days after birth.
When Elisabeth gained her freedom, she told police her father began sexually abusing her at age 11. Seven years later, she said, he drugged, handcuffed and locked her in the cellar.
To back up his story that she had run away, Fritzl forced Elisabeth to write letters, authorities have said.
Defense attorney Rudolph Mayer has said his client, 73, expects to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Under Austrian law, if Fritzl is convicted on several offenses, he will be given the sentence linked to the worst crime. The charges he faces are:
• Murder: The infant who died in 1996 died from a lack of medical care, the state prosecutor said. The charge carries a sentence of life in prison.
• Involvement in slave trade: From 1984 until 2008, prosecutors allege, Fritzl held his daughter, Elisabeth, captive in a dungeon, abused her sexually and treated her as if she were his personal property -- in a situation similar to slavery. If he is convicted, the sentence could range from 10 to 20 years in prison.
• Rape: Between August 30, 1984, and June 30, 1989, Fritzl "regularly sexually abused Elisabeth," according to the prosecutor. The sentence could be from five to 15 years in prison.
• Incest: Parallel to the rape charge. It carries a sentence of up to one year.
• Withdrawal of liberty: Three of the children Fritzl had with Elisabeth were illegally held captive in a dungeon with no daylight or fresh air, according to prosecutors. That charge carries a sentence of one to 10 years.
• Assault: Between August 28, 1984, and April 26, 2006, Fritzl repeatedly threatened Elisabeth and their three children with gas and booby traps as warnings in case they tried to escape, authorities allege. The sentence would range from six months to five years."
This fuck nigga needs to get more than five years in prison. Hopefully his time in prison will be just as pleasant as the situation he put his daughter in. And the sad thing is, there are more fuck niggas out there doing the same thing. Some of which have yet to get caught, or will not get caught at all. My heart goes out to the women and children who suffer through this.
God Bless.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Growing Up

I think it's time for me to grow up a little bit. Yes I am responsible, yes I work two jobs and am a full-time student, but yet I still need to grow up. I am about to embark on a new phase in my life. In about four months I will be moving roughly 7 hours away from the security of my own home. I've signed the lease on my apartment, and been accepted to the school of my choice. But something is still missing.

I am a frequent model mayhem visitor. However, instead of being one of the successful models working on perfecting their craft, I am a wannabe living out my modeling career through others. There are a few models in my area who are doing everything I want to do, and are having the type of success that I have always dreamed of having. But instead of learning from them, and drawing inspiration to push myself towards my dreams, I just sit back and watch. Continuing to sabotage myself as I go.

I constantly feel like the world is passing me by. But I STILL have not done anything about. Well, that time ends now. I'm turning 20 in a few months and have nothing to show for it. Tomorrow is not promised. I need to make a name for myself before its too late. World.... Are you ready for me?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

A bird took a shit on my arm!


So I'm running today, trying to get my workout in, and what happens? A bird shits on my arm. It wasn't just some regular type shit either. It burned; hit my arm like a small meteor from the sky. I had to hurry and brush it off with some leaves. My arm was burning FOR-E-VER! All I can say is that bird got that shit! I definitely went home and scrubbed myself making sure to get each crevice, in case it spread.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Living, but not really living at all.

I feel like I'm caught in a parallel universe of self destruction. Lost within the dismal abyss of my mind. Praying for a super human that will never come. Eternally watching, waiting. Crying out.

"SAVE ME!"

"Save me from myself."

Can anyone hear me? Please.

Save me from myself.
I looked up in the sky and realized that the day had just ended.
Would it be my last?
Had I lived it out to the fullest?
Created my legacy?
When it came time to write my obitury,
Would the first line be
That my name woul live on in history books to come?

I had not done everything that I dreamed.
I had not told that special one my affections.
I had not found happiness.
I, most importantly, had not taken life seriously.

You only have one life to live.
What's the point of being,
if you have no idea what your purpose is?
With my head pointed to the sky,
I vow that if I am blessed to live another day,
No longer will I take it for granted.
Step by step I will build my name into what its meant to be.

I will find my happiness.
And enjoy the rough moments living up to it.
My life...
Will be worth something.

-Jervishia

Thursday, December 25, 2008

SO...update.


New Years Resolution: Make 2009 better than any other year.
-weight
-modeling
-school
-life in general...


I need to get my life together. Its Christmas day and I've been moping. ALL DAMN DAY. We didn't have a Christmas this year. No gifts. No tree. No lights. No Christmas Spirit. I tried to stay up all night Christmas Eve so that I could sleep through Christmas. But of course, no one would let me sleep.

I'm vowing that I will never be this low during this special holiday ever again. Ever.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Oh yea.

So I just remembered I never told you what my secret was. I did a colon cleanse for 10 days. No solid foods. Just the colon pills, dietary tea, and the toilet. It was crap-taculous. Pun intended. Helped me to finish getting back down to my goal weight. Felt really good and healthy.

Two weeks later and I'm bigger than I was before the colon cleanse AND the workouts.


Just my luck.

Goldfish Don't Jump.


My so-called best friend decided to go back in time and rewrite my whole family history yesterday. Pissed me the fuck off. How the fuck was I supposed to know that goldfish don't jump? I mean, I should have known, but damn, I was young and juvenile when my goldfish died. I accepted any excuse my Grannee gave me.

During my childhood I owned countless goldfish from different periods in my life; fairs, gifts, and pet stores alike. Each of them mysteriously died. The excuse given to me each and every time was that the goldfish got a little bold while my Grannee cleaned their fish tanks. She would put them in a large plastic cup of water while she prepared the treatment. Once finished with the process, she would put the fish back into the tank and go on about her business. However, with each and every fish, at some point and time, an accident occured. While in the large cup, the goldfish would proceed to jump out. My Grannee wouldn't notice until it was to late. When I'd get home, I'd have to have a funeral, and flush them in the large white toilet affectionately known as fishy heaven.

I was fine with this excuse given to me. I never questioned it. Never. Until, Josephine decides she wants to kill my little fairytale. Why did she have to mention that goldfish don't jump? I mean, really? Couldn't I have died believing that the same event happened in the same way, over and over again? I was fine with that. Now I'm questioning what else in my childhood didn't happen. Fuck. THANK fucking-YOU!


Lol. I just had to get that out.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

::psssst:: guess WHAT?!

I was going to let you in on a little secret tonight. But, I don't feel like it anymore. I'm tired. I'll tell you tomorrow.

G'nite.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Damn. Ebay is the Devil!

I am addicted.
Been an addict for about a week now.
This addiction has cost about 200 dollars and counting.
I am addicted to Ebay!
Yes, you read correctly, E to the fucking BAY bitch.


Fuck, fuck, fuckitty fuck!


I wouldn't mind an intervention.

The Flu Shot Gives You the Flu?

What the hell? I didn't know immediately after you get the flu shot, you get the flu. I only got it because they were giving it away free at Publix (Spanish accent needed). I mean, I thought that everything that is free MUST be good for you, right? Well, guess not. My nose is running, and my stomach is upside down. But whatever. Hopefully I can man up within the next few minutes.

When I went home that night and showed my Grannee the bandaged wound, she was like," You shouldn't have gotten that shot. I never take it. Everyone I know gets sick right after taking it." Thanks Grannee! Jeesh.

I think that there should be a book of some sort that lists some of the idiotic things we shouldn't take, even if its free. This would save people like me the trouble of doing something stupid. It would be called The Idiots Guide to Not Being An Idiot.

Hell.. I'd buy it.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Damn it's been a minute. Haven't been tending to my blog..

What is new in my world...lets see...

Nothing comes to mind.

Oh.

I lost 4 pounds. 20 something more to go. Yay.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Untitled.

So... I realize that I have not posted in a little minute. I used to wonder why it was so hard for people to post daily. There are some blogs that I read religiously,but used to get mad when they left their blog unattended to. Now that I have my own blog, I completely understand why many people don't write everyday. It's not like I forget about my blog. It's just that when I think about posting, I'm not around a computer. Oh well. Sorry to those that read my blog. All I can say is that I'll try harder. :)

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Fuck.

Fuck.

I'm on my period.

That is all.

Nothing to Do. The story of my life.

I'm sitting around waiting for my Zumba class. I think I do better exercising in a workout class, than watching a video at home. Its ironic that I feel more idiotic when I'm alone, in my house following along with a DVD. How do I know if I'm doing the routine correctly? I mean, will someone off the DVD come knocking on my door, slap me across the face, and then show me the correct movements? Truthfully, I think thats what I need. Or atleast one of those "Easy" buttons from the commercials.

Maybe we all need one of those in life???




...I have nothing more to say.


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

It's Plies Baby...

So I heard around that Plies isn't real. I mean his words are real. His versus speak the truth.... just not HIS truth. :/ Plies, allegedly, lives through his brother's actions. Writes and raps about what has happened throughout his brother's life as a "hood figure".

Well... regardless of who's life it REALLY is, his songs still are hot. I'm tired of people talking badly about Plies. If you don't like his style, stop listening. Stop talking about him. Have you not realized yet that hateration and negativity just amplify the rapper's hype and status? Its what fuels his sells, and prolongs his 15 minutes of fame. By hating, in a sense, you are whats keeping him around. DUH!

But thanks anyway. Because of you, Plies continues to come out with hot shit. (minus "Excuse My Hands" and a few others)

Listening to:



- "The Real Testament" (Explicit Album Version)

Monday, October 6, 2008

Woe is me... and me is fucked.

I realized I never finished introducing myself. But I believe that by now, you should have a clear understanding of who I am: a crazy, confused, and schizo bitch...



Its not my fault though... I need dick.



SPOTTED DICK that is... :)

Allow Me to Re-introduce Mysellf...



So I guess I should introduce myself a little. I mean, we are two posts deep into my blog. So it is only fair that you have a somewhat clear pictu
re of who I am. Looking at the task ahead, I realize that this-



Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest! Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest! Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest! Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest!


Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest! Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest! Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest! Important systematic investigation of a matter of public interest!


Am I the only one is this vast world of overbearing panjandrums that can put a complete and thoughtful sentence together? I mean, isn't it a requirement to go through Grammar School? Seriously though, how hard is it to conjugate verbs, finish off a complete thought, etc? I mean, jeez!

I know you're thinking:


but I feel like, at times, I need to speak my piece. And besides, this is my fucking blog. So I can do whatever the hell I please! ::moment of composure::Anyway, back to what I was saying. It seems like I can never hold an educated conversation with anyone lately. Maybe its in the water? I dunno. But we, as a society, need to get it together.

I'm not putting myself above anyone else. But I was raised to know that there is a time and place for everything. There is a time to say "ain't" and a time to say " will not". An educated sentence is not :

"Last night we watch C.S.I."

Can I get an "-ed", please? Its past tense. Please do the correct thing, and make the whole sentence past tense. It's not even about whether or not its ghetto. Hell, I'm ghetto. But the sentence just flows better. I find myself focusing more on the fact that you have not put our loyal taxpayers money within the education system to use, and completed a sentence.

And what's up with " you feel me?" "nah mean?" Am I the only one who does not actually feel where the person is coming from when they say this? Or am I just the only one bold enough to say it?

Please... feedback is requested.



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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Contacts are the Devil!


My eyes are completely messed up. Please keep this in mind when reading the next couple of posts. Thank You!


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I fucked up my eye. Point blank. In retrospect. I wish I would have taken a picture of the grotesque thing. I cringe just thinking about it. My pupil is raised,and I have a dark brown ring around it. My doctor put me on steroids and antibiotics. As of right now, I fucking hate contacts. They are the devil.

It all started when my contacts started irritating me yesterday. Matter of fact, it started right before I wrote yesterday's rant. [LOL] My eye was red. It sort of looked as though I had pink eye but only around my pupil. I took my contacts out and put them in the solution. I don't own any glasses so I used the next best thing: my mom's 20 year old pair of spectacles located in what is affectionately named the junk drawer.

The next day my eye looked better so I put the contacts back in before going to school. BIG MISTAKE. By 12:30 my eye was almost swollen shut, running with water, and every vein could be seen. I practically ran out of my last class. I know I failed the test in Biology. I couldn't focus.

Driving home was a mess. I would have spouts of blindness while driving. I was scared shitless. I prayed the entire way home. Once there, I let my Grannee see the state in which my eye had progressed, and she quickly got up to take me to the Optometrist.

All in all, It was said that "my eye is very angry with me." She put me on steroids and antibiotics. I'll be on bed rest for 2-4 days. No sunlight. No TV. No computer. [Well, I'll sneak a little bit in every once in awhile ::wink::] No... ANYTHING that will stress my eyes. I was taken off the schedule at work as well.... I think I'm going to end up dying of boredom. ::sigh::

You know what's funny though?Even being blind, I still went to the park and ran for an hour. No matter what, I still need to lose this weight. Why you may ask, I'll tell you in the next post. Until then...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

You're the Kinda Girl...

So, I'm at work the other day, and a male "friend" (?) of mine and I were having a conversation about relationships. I admitted to not being in one, and that I didn't believe that I've ever been in a true relationship. My statement was followed by this:

"Jervishia, you're the kinda girl I'd cheat on."

What the hell?

"Being with you, I'd always be unsure of whether or not you had someone else. So in order to keep from being cheated on, I'd cheat on you first."

Did he really just say that? What the fuck, right? At first, I didn't know what to say. But I answered with the following statement:

"Well.. when I'm with someone, I'm all about them. Other guys, whether or not they are more attractive, don't appeal to me in any way. All I see is my partner."

"It doesn't matter. I'd always wonder if you were cheating...", he says.

Am I really that girl? Is this the reason why I have never been in "real" relationship? Each time I find myself in what I would consider a realtionship on my behalf, I find that my partner never puts in 100%. I am always holding the relationship together for the both of us.

I talked to another guy friend of mine, and he made a similar remark.

"You're the kinda girl a guy is scared to approach. We can tell you have your shit together. So we feel like in order to be with you, much less approach you, we have to have it all.. the full package."

Is there something I'm just not getting here? Am I really destined to be in half-commited realtionship, or suffer none at all? Hear me out, I'm not whining by a long shot. I am not one of those girls that NEEDS someone in her life. I just want to know if I should just give up now on love. I'm cool with the idea of never finding my one true soulmate. I mean, this world is massive. How the hell would little ol' Jervishia just happen to stumble upon her one true love. Yea, right. I guess that makes me a realist, huh? I simple want to know if I should stop wasting my time on even trying to commit, and just live life on a whim...