Warning: This may or may not be advice. So read this shit at your own risk.
One of the most important things I've learned the last few years is that people will go as far you let them. This includes everyone you interact with regularly i.e. your significant other, family, friends, colleagues, etc. We've all heard the saying if you give someone an inch, they'll take a whole mile. It is the absolute truth. It is in people's nature to take advantage of opportunities, even at the expense of others. If you allow a person to get away with suspicious or inappropriate behavior once, they'll continue to do so. The more you allow it to occur, the more this person will continue to test you. So stop being so fucking nice.
Be sure when faced with this kind of situation, to set your personal boundaries and stick to them. People will respect you more for having expectations of how you want to be treated. And while it's acceptable to give people second chances, be sure not to make a habit of forgiving shitty behavior. That's how situations change from being isolated incidents to becoming the basis of your entire relationship.
Respect yourself! If they don't like it, you have the license to tell them to go fuck themselves. :)
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
My Hands.
The other day while putting lotion on my hands, I slowed down for a moment and took a good look at them. As I slowly rubbed in the lotion on the back of my left hand, outlining the little veins that are almost invisible under my skin, then between my knuckles and onto my fingers, I began to realize my hands are changing. They're slowly resembling the hands that held me when I was little. The hands that caressed my face and brushed my long hair. They're changing into my mother's hands.
It's eerie. But I smiled.
Because these aging hands remind me of the nurturing and warmth my mother has always given me. And maybe someday whenever I have children of my own, they'll represent the same for them.
It's eerie. But I smiled.
Because these aging hands remind me of the nurturing and warmth my mother has always given me. And maybe someday whenever I have children of my own, they'll represent the same for them.
Monday, April 11, 2011
What they don't teach you in school.
"Anything you can do, I can do better... I can do anything better than you..."
As far back as I can remember, I can recall the constant barrage from teachers and media that girls are equal to men. Not just equal in fact, but that we should embrace feminism, gender lines becoming far more hazy, and that women should strive for careers and prove they were "better" than men. I grew up with this concept that this was a competition, that men and women were on this race to prove whom was better. And it wasn't just in school, I recall this being so evident in tv and movies; successful women going to their office in their tennis shoes, keeping their heels in their purse, shoulder pads that reached their ears, and an obvious sense of pride and accomplishment on their faces.
What they never mentioned is that interpreting this message so literally could be more damaging to our gender roles rather than beneficial. I never really understood this up until a few years ago that I began to notice how feminism has in some ways actually affected our society negatively. Now please, don't misinterpret what I'm saying. Women have come a long way to be treated equally in the workplace and in general, and even so we still have a gap to fill. But by holding onto this notion so tightly, we've actually arrived to the point that 3 serious cons have developed.
The first is that girls that grow up with this "Sex in the City" mentality that men are unnecessary is very damaging to their overall sense of worth and view of their male counterparts. We are essentially physiologically built for companionship, so what is so wrong for admitting that we need each other? Girls grow up with this skewed mentality and arrive to adulthood already cynics of the male gender. Yes, we should always be careful but not to the point of cynicism. Whether we like it or not, we are dependent on each other not just for survival, but for an overall sense of security and for lack of a better term, for a sense of completion.
The second is that due to women taking such a prominent role in society, men have become lazy, acquiescent and disturbingly unchivalrous. In a previous blog I asked which came first, whether men's laziness had pushed women to become more dominant and/or aggressive or is it that women's actions have led men to become more lazy? I'm a true believer that it is the latter. And as my generation and the ones that come after grow older, we unfortunately have come to embrace this as the norm. But it should not be. The very act of being a gentleman has long gone and is seen very rarely. Which is why I act so surprised when a man consistently opens a door for me, pulls out a chair for me, walks on the outside of the sidewalk as a protective gesture, picks up the tab even though I dispute it. I shouldn't be acting surprised, but that's how society works now.
The third is that now the act of being a stay at home mom is frowned upon. This is probably the con that upsets me most because being in charge of several tiny brats all day while maintaining your household, cleaning and cooking, and still slapping on a smile when your husband gets home is one of the hardest jobs in the world. People underestimate the work that goes into raising children, especially when they're not at school age. Stay at home moms should be respected just as much as their career-driven counterparts. Yet somehow we lost sight of this when girls were urged to stop desiring to push a stroller and instead carry a briefcase.
We should continue embracing that men and women should be valued as equals but also must understand the fact that we are certainly not the same. As women we should value these hurdles we've faced but not undermine the fact that we continue to be women and should embrace and value it. It's ok to be vulnerable and sensitive. Also, we need men, whether we like to admit or not, and should not run from that fact. As for the men, they should begin to understand that women although seek to be valued as your equal, also just want to be treated like a lady. Do not acquiesce, it shows disinterest and apathy. Take charge, be masculine, and be chivalrous. Women will appreciate your courtesy and "manliness". And as difficult as it is to admit, you need us too.
It's easier said than done, to embrace gender roles if you haven't in the past. But it should be a common goal, for all of us to understand that it's not a competition, we are not in a race, and I've finally come to embrace the concept that "I can do anything better with you."
As far back as I can remember, I can recall the constant barrage from teachers and media that girls are equal to men. Not just equal in fact, but that we should embrace feminism, gender lines becoming far more hazy, and that women should strive for careers and prove they were "better" than men. I grew up with this concept that this was a competition, that men and women were on this race to prove whom was better. And it wasn't just in school, I recall this being so evident in tv and movies; successful women going to their office in their tennis shoes, keeping their heels in their purse, shoulder pads that reached their ears, and an obvious sense of pride and accomplishment on their faces.
What they never mentioned is that interpreting this message so literally could be more damaging to our gender roles rather than beneficial. I never really understood this up until a few years ago that I began to notice how feminism has in some ways actually affected our society negatively. Now please, don't misinterpret what I'm saying. Women have come a long way to be treated equally in the workplace and in general, and even so we still have a gap to fill. But by holding onto this notion so tightly, we've actually arrived to the point that 3 serious cons have developed.
The first is that girls that grow up with this "Sex in the City" mentality that men are unnecessary is very damaging to their overall sense of worth and view of their male counterparts. We are essentially physiologically built for companionship, so what is so wrong for admitting that we need each other? Girls grow up with this skewed mentality and arrive to adulthood already cynics of the male gender. Yes, we should always be careful but not to the point of cynicism. Whether we like it or not, we are dependent on each other not just for survival, but for an overall sense of security and for lack of a better term, for a sense of completion.
The second is that due to women taking such a prominent role in society, men have become lazy, acquiescent and disturbingly unchivalrous. In a previous blog I asked which came first, whether men's laziness had pushed women to become more dominant and/or aggressive or is it that women's actions have led men to become more lazy? I'm a true believer that it is the latter. And as my generation and the ones that come after grow older, we unfortunately have come to embrace this as the norm. But it should not be. The very act of being a gentleman has long gone and is seen very rarely. Which is why I act so surprised when a man consistently opens a door for me, pulls out a chair for me, walks on the outside of the sidewalk as a protective gesture, picks up the tab even though I dispute it. I shouldn't be acting surprised, but that's how society works now.
The third is that now the act of being a stay at home mom is frowned upon. This is probably the con that upsets me most because being in charge of several tiny brats all day while maintaining your household, cleaning and cooking, and still slapping on a smile when your husband gets home is one of the hardest jobs in the world. People underestimate the work that goes into raising children, especially when they're not at school age. Stay at home moms should be respected just as much as their career-driven counterparts. Yet somehow we lost sight of this when girls were urged to stop desiring to push a stroller and instead carry a briefcase.
We should continue embracing that men and women should be valued as equals but also must understand the fact that we are certainly not the same. As women we should value these hurdles we've faced but not undermine the fact that we continue to be women and should embrace and value it. It's ok to be vulnerable and sensitive. Also, we need men, whether we like to admit or not, and should not run from that fact. As for the men, they should begin to understand that women although seek to be valued as your equal, also just want to be treated like a lady. Do not acquiesce, it shows disinterest and apathy. Take charge, be masculine, and be chivalrous. Women will appreciate your courtesy and "manliness". And as difficult as it is to admit, you need us too.
It's easier said than done, to embrace gender roles if you haven't in the past. But it should be a common goal, for all of us to understand that it's not a competition, we are not in a race, and I've finally come to embrace the concept that "I can do anything better with you."
Friday, April 8, 2011
Blame it on the medication.
I've been sick for nearly a week now. The kind of sick that has kept me in bed nearly immobile from my body aches, with chills and sweats all day and night from this hellish fever, and a nausea so fierce that I hadn't eaten solids since Monday morning... until tonight. I had a cookie. I had to.
Being sick allows you the time to think about things you normally don't. Like how I miss the the sound of a dial tone. Yes, I know. It's random. But it doesn't make it any less true.
As I was pondering this I also thought about how dependent we've become on our gadgets. Our cell phones, our laptops, our social networking sites. As much as I feel that they help keep us connected, I feel like a lot of this has helped in drifting us all apart. I believe social networking sites in particular have caused us to become a far more self-absorbed culture. Not only that, but far less genuinely interested in other people's situations. I can't help but observe this pattern of social disinterest. People honestly just don't give a fuck about other people anymore. And it's really sad.
:::I rambled on for about another 2 paragraphs:::
I will spare you the ramblings because these antibiotics are making me hypersensitive to everything and I would likely come off like a babbling emotional mess. I'll be returning to normal soon. Hopefully.
Nevertheless, one last observation that I'll make a point on is that we don't tell people we care about how much they mean to us on a regular basis. I can't tell you how much I love telling my friends how much I adore them. How much they enrich my life. What they mean to me. Maybe telling people how you feel about them is uncomfortable, some people find it difficult to be expressive, but I know how much of a boost it is know that you mean a lot to someone. So I have no issues in reminding them. People need to start picking up on this habit a little more often. You tend to hear people say stuff like "Never forget to tell those you love how much you love them." after a death or a close call but you never actually see people doing it regularly. And really, don't just reserve sharing that special message to family. Your close friends are just as important. If you still find it difficult, then compliment them. The point is to always make sure your friends know you see them as the awesome people that they are.
I am surprised I was even able to get through this entire thing without blowing a vessel. I believe the confusion (another one of its lovely side effects among many others) has been setting in for a bit... you have NO IDEA how many typos I've had to fix. I'm sure I could've written this far better off the meds but I just couldn't wait another week. Hopefully it all makes sense once all of my senses have returned. Time for bed.
Tootles.
Being sick allows you the time to think about things you normally don't. Like how I miss the the sound of a dial tone. Yes, I know. It's random. But it doesn't make it any less true.
As I was pondering this I also thought about how dependent we've become on our gadgets. Our cell phones, our laptops, our social networking sites. As much as I feel that they help keep us connected, I feel like a lot of this has helped in drifting us all apart. I believe social networking sites in particular have caused us to become a far more self-absorbed culture. Not only that, but far less genuinely interested in other people's situations. I can't help but observe this pattern of social disinterest. People honestly just don't give a fuck about other people anymore. And it's really sad.
:::I rambled on for about another 2 paragraphs:::
I will spare you the ramblings because these antibiotics are making me hypersensitive to everything and I would likely come off like a babbling emotional mess. I'll be returning to normal soon. Hopefully.
Nevertheless, one last observation that I'll make a point on is that we don't tell people we care about how much they mean to us on a regular basis. I can't tell you how much I love telling my friends how much I adore them. How much they enrich my life. What they mean to me. Maybe telling people how you feel about them is uncomfortable, some people find it difficult to be expressive, but I know how much of a boost it is know that you mean a lot to someone. So I have no issues in reminding them. People need to start picking up on this habit a little more often. You tend to hear people say stuff like "Never forget to tell those you love how much you love them." after a death or a close call but you never actually see people doing it regularly. And really, don't just reserve sharing that special message to family. Your close friends are just as important. If you still find it difficult, then compliment them. The point is to always make sure your friends know you see them as the awesome people that they are.
I am surprised I was even able to get through this entire thing without blowing a vessel. I believe the confusion (another one of its lovely side effects among many others) has been setting in for a bit... you have NO IDEA how many typos I've had to fix. I'm sure I could've written this far better off the meds but I just couldn't wait another week. Hopefully it all makes sense once all of my senses have returned. Time for bed.
Tootles.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Regret.
"Live your life without regret" is a quote I've heard often and many times have used myself. But how true is it really? All of us, every single one of us, have made mistakes in our lives. And all of us have made at least a few mistakes that make us cringe a little with regret. If it weren't for regretting these mistakes, we wouldn't learn from them... grow from them... and be sure not to repeat them. Just be sure you don't torment yourself about these regrets. We are but of only flesh and bone, sometimes we lack judgement in making decisions or believe we have everything figured out when we certainly don't.
So don't feel ashamed to regret certain decisions you've made. We all make them, sometimes more than once. It's what makes you human and not a robot. Find the beauty in it, laugh about it, cringe if necessary, all not necessarily in that order, and then when you're ready, quickly move the fuck on.
So don't feel ashamed to regret certain decisions you've made. We all make them, sometimes more than once. It's what makes you human and not a robot. Find the beauty in it, laugh about it, cringe if necessary, all not necessarily in that order, and then when you're ready, quickly move the fuck on.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
This Game We Play...
I consider myself an expert on DATING. Notice I mention dating but not relationships. I have never effectively managed a long term relationship (the most I could handle was 10 months of a painful back and forth between someone I never even liked very much, but did manage to love). Commitment is not my forte... so if you ask my opinion, I can only give you one from pure perspective but not from experience. But dating is a field I can relate to. I've purchased land on it and made my home in it. Do I like living here? Welllllll... it has its pros and cons.
Dating can be a freeing experience. You have full control of who is coming in and out of your life, how long they last, and when you're willing to dismiss them. With dating you don't have to put up with bullshit. There's no pressure about where I am or who I'm with. One can be fiercely independent as I am, enjoy the company of whomever I'm dating at the time, and not have to account for every detail going on in my life. But I feel that with dating there is an unfair advantage for men, no question. When the hell was it determined that men are whom decide when dating progresses to a relationship? More importantly, why have men become so lazy when it comes to courting women? Is it because women are just making it easier for men (which is totally my theory)? Or is it that because men have gotten so lazy, women have to pick up the slack?
Nevertheless, normal dating nowadays has progressed to something new... Casual Dating. Which is just a fancier version of a fuck buddy. This one may include dinners and drinks, this may also include texts or cute calls in the middle of the night, but in the end there is no intention on progressing to anything further other than fucking and cuddling on occasion. There is nothing wrong with fuck buddies, or casual dating or whatever the hell you want to call it, but there has to be absolute clarity and concurrence with both parties involved, which more commonly isn't the case.
The author of the blog post mentioned that men who make clear that they have "zero expectations" from the beginning come off as tacky. I can agree in some aspect; we're certainly not here just to pleasure men without expecting anything in return, but you have to respect a man for being honest from the very beginning. Coming from someone who was completely misled and manipulated at one time, I much prefer tacky than a manipulative asshole. It's experiences like those that can harden a woman, make her mistrusting of men's intentions and worse off, can turn them into cynics.
But I digress, the dating game is this constantly evolving jungle-like animal that will feast on the weak and celebrate the keen. I hate the fact that it's a game. It can get complicated and messy and if approached unprepared, can eat you alive. I miss the days that when a boy liked me, he'd just write me a cute letter and stick it in my locker or under my windshield wiper. Or that someone liked you for just being you. Now I have to worry about whether I'm too aloof or whether a man has genuine intentions, or ughhhhhhhh. It's exhausting.
Which is why a while back ago I quit certain aspects of this game. I just got tired of it. I don't call or follow up with a guy when we first start dating. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a complete bitch. I'm always nice and polite, but I find myself being less than slightly interested in the guys I date and usually leave it up to them to prove to me otherwise. This technique has helped me weed out the lazy from the ones that are actually worth my time. And my God are there lazy fuckers out there. Those are the ones who won't put too much effort into something that doesn't pay off quickly. And those are exactly the ones I like to avoid. Maybe this can come off as snobby or arrogant, but I've come to the conclusion that I just don't give a fuck. If a man is interested, he'll put forth the effort. No question.
So what do you think about the game? What do you guys think about the advantages men have over women when it comes to dating? Why do you think that is?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
take it or leave it.
We all have someone... one person... that sort of takes our breath away just by thinking about them or makes us nervous when they're in our presence. You fiddle with your hands, try to keep it together, and fumble your words as you converse.
He always has that ability to make me feel a little inappropriate. Like I'm being judged. Like I'm lacking something. Intellect, or accomplishments... I almost feel inferior when we're together. It's silly because I consider myself pretty bright and only really enjoy stimulating conversations anyway. So there's no reason why talking about his shoes or the restaurant he went to the night before would make me feel awkward. Maybe it's the 10 year difference between us that intimidated me? I'm almost not myself when I'm with him. I'm known to be vulgar and blunt and witty, yet with him I take a step back and become gentler around the edges. Every time he's in town, we look forward to seeing each other... sharing in our stories and happenstances, and embracing like time hasn't passed.
But this time around it was different. Maybe it's maturity or the obstacles I've endured the past couple of years since he and I had last seen each other, but I no longer felt that insecurity with him. I lifted the veil and was completely myself with him... for the very first time. We enjoyed each other's company as we always had, only this time along with feeling far more relaxed as we embraced, I saw our friendship for what it truly is and am relieved by that. I adore him, he's part of my history. I can't delete it nor would I want to. He helped shape my heart into its current mold. But a small part of me was holding onto an idea, a feeling, that no longer existed. Somewhere in between soft kisses and joking about the Jersey Shore kids, I learned this. I then also realized I had spent so much time in my youth trying to impress him that he never had gotten a chance to get to know who I really am. And that made me feel a little sad. I had prevented him from getting to know a pretty awesome chick because I had just been too concerned about his perception of me.
So to those of you whom have ever changed the way you are (even subconsciously) for fear of not impressing a particular individual, DON'T DO IT! You should love yourself, every inch of yourself, from head to toe. You are the most perfect version of you, flawed and all. And if that particular person just doesn't get it, they're not meant to be a part of your life anyway. Period.
So whether he likes it or not, he's getting all of Ailyn from now on. Hope that motherfucker can handle it.
He always has that ability to make me feel a little inappropriate. Like I'm being judged. Like I'm lacking something. Intellect, or accomplishments... I almost feel inferior when we're together. It's silly because I consider myself pretty bright and only really enjoy stimulating conversations anyway. So there's no reason why talking about his shoes or the restaurant he went to the night before would make me feel awkward. Maybe it's the 10 year difference between us that intimidated me? I'm almost not myself when I'm with him. I'm known to be vulgar and blunt and witty, yet with him I take a step back and become gentler around the edges. Every time he's in town, we look forward to seeing each other... sharing in our stories and happenstances, and embracing like time hasn't passed.
But this time around it was different. Maybe it's maturity or the obstacles I've endured the past couple of years since he and I had last seen each other, but I no longer felt that insecurity with him. I lifted the veil and was completely myself with him... for the very first time. We enjoyed each other's company as we always had, only this time along with feeling far more relaxed as we embraced, I saw our friendship for what it truly is and am relieved by that. I adore him, he's part of my history. I can't delete it nor would I want to. He helped shape my heart into its current mold. But a small part of me was holding onto an idea, a feeling, that no longer existed. Somewhere in between soft kisses and joking about the Jersey Shore kids, I learned this. I then also realized I had spent so much time in my youth trying to impress him that he never had gotten a chance to get to know who I really am. And that made me feel a little sad. I had prevented him from getting to know a pretty awesome chick because I had just been too concerned about his perception of me.
So to those of you whom have ever changed the way you are (even subconsciously) for fear of not impressing a particular individual, DON'T DO IT! You should love yourself, every inch of yourself, from head to toe. You are the most perfect version of you, flawed and all. And if that particular person just doesn't get it, they're not meant to be a part of your life anyway. Period.
So whether he likes it or not, he's getting all of Ailyn from now on. Hope that motherfucker can handle it.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
lady love.
This past weekend we got to celebrate my brother's fiance's Bachelorette Party. Some of the most special women in my life joined us as we celebrated not just Annyah, but each other. Lots of corks popping, lots of glasses clinking, and lots of careful steps as we danced on tables.
I know it's frowned upon to take pictures on a night like this... no one needs proof of our misbehavior; but I don't think there was much out of norm for us that night anyway. ;)
I'm blessed to have such lovely, beautiful, silly and carefree ladies in my life. I love you all. I hope you had fun Annyah!
<3
Sunday, January 16, 2011
the better to see you with.
Tonight I'm reminiscing about my favorite pair of sunglasses throughout 2010 and the stupid way that I lost them. God I loved them. They weren't even expensive. I was at American Eagle Outfitters, just waiting in line to pay, and happened to glance over to the rack of sunglasses. There were these gorgeous multi-colored glasses; the frame was several tones of teals, and blues, and bronze. I fell in love and we began our lovely courtship that day.
I took them everywhere. On my daily commute to work every morning. On my trip to Atlanta and Savannah. On my several trips to the Keys. We were inseparable. They framed my face comfortably, not marking my overly sensitive nose like other sunglasses tend to. We just understood each other. I thought we'd be together forever.
But tonight I reminisce on how a stupid careless move on my part, left them unguarded on the front seat of his car. I should've known better. He was a liar and a cheat... how could I trust him with something so dear to me? I called him soon after he left me at home and while talking to him, I realized the giant mistake I had just made. He denied the glasses were in his car.
Really??? He had lied about all kinds of shit... but lie about my sunglasses???
Unless they teleported into space during the walk from his car to my doorstep, they had to be there. I had been fiddling with them in his car while we argued for over an hour, keeping my nervous hands busy so they wouldn't find themselves punching him in the face.
In the end, I shrugged off my defeat. He won. He probably kept the glasses so he could give them to his other significant other. With sunglasses or not, that was the day I began to see clearly whom he really was.
But fuck I miss my glasses.
I took them everywhere. On my daily commute to work every morning. On my trip to Atlanta and Savannah. On my several trips to the Keys. We were inseparable. They framed my face comfortably, not marking my overly sensitive nose like other sunglasses tend to. We just understood each other. I thought we'd be together forever.
But tonight I reminisce on how a stupid careless move on my part, left them unguarded on the front seat of his car. I should've known better. He was a liar and a cheat... how could I trust him with something so dear to me? I called him soon after he left me at home and while talking to him, I realized the giant mistake I had just made. He denied the glasses were in his car.
Really??? He had lied about all kinds of shit... but lie about my sunglasses???
Unless they teleported into space during the walk from his car to my doorstep, they had to be there. I had been fiddling with them in his car while we argued for over an hour, keeping my nervous hands busy so they wouldn't find themselves punching him in the face.
In the end, I shrugged off my defeat. He won. He probably kept the glasses so he could give them to his other significant other. With sunglasses or not, that was the day I began to see clearly whom he really was.
But fuck I miss my glasses.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
1.12.2011.
Today I finally felt brave enough to make this blog public. Up until today, I didn't feel it was ready. It felt too premature, too bland... and I can sometimes be a bit of a perfectionist. But after tweaking the main graphic for Laced Gumption enough until I was satisfied, I felt it was finally time to share this with friends and others.
I've been passing along the word this afternoon and I hope everyone receives this blog well. It will be my labor of love, as my old blog used to be, only this one will contain all kinds of goodies, including collaborations with dear friends in the near future. You'll have to stay tuned for that!
Feel free to visit often, I'll likely be updating whenever I have a mental fart, am upset, feeling elated, bored, anxious, while getting dressed, before I shower, etc. In other words, this will be a constantly evolving blog. Enjoy it, share your input, make suggestions. This is my home... you're welcome to sit back, kick off your shoes and relax. Stay a while and enjoy Laced Gumption.
Ailyn
I've been passing along the word this afternoon and I hope everyone receives this blog well. It will be my labor of love, as my old blog used to be, only this one will contain all kinds of goodies, including collaborations with dear friends in the near future. You'll have to stay tuned for that!
Feel free to visit often, I'll likely be updating whenever I have a mental fart, am upset, feeling elated, bored, anxious, while getting dressed, before I shower, etc. In other words, this will be a constantly evolving blog. Enjoy it, share your input, make suggestions. This is my home... you're welcome to sit back, kick off your shoes and relax. Stay a while and enjoy Laced Gumption.
Ailyn
my favorite song.
The weather today has been foggy, overcast and cold. Cold to the bones kind of cold. I went to class groggy and hungry. I missed breakfast. I don't recommend that. By noonish, I was still dragging. I hopped in my car, turned it on, and flipped through the radio stations as usual.
And then... my favorite song came on.
It's cheesy. I know it is. But this song undoubtedly wraps me with a kind of warmth and joy that I can't begin to describe. Maybe it's nostalgia. Or maybe it's the reggae beats with a pop twist. Who the hell cares. As it played, I sang along... really really loud.
Feel free to sing along too.
And then... my favorite song came on.
It's cheesy. I know it is. But this song undoubtedly wraps me with a kind of warmth and joy that I can't begin to describe. Maybe it's nostalgia. Or maybe it's the reggae beats with a pop twist. Who the hell cares. As it played, I sang along... really really loud.
Feel free to sing along too.
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