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"But, sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days.
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again." Ahmad, Back in the Day, Ahmad


The year was '85, all the way live, I think I was about 10 (minutes old that is...if it happened to be September 20th).

I was watching The Wood (one of my favorite movies) yesterday, and seeing the guys take a journey through their lives kinda made me nostalgic about my own.

I remember how my mom would never let me put extra sugar in my Frosted Flakes. Because of that, I would wait until she walked the dog to make my cereal and pour half the bag of sugar in my bowl. Or having dance contests with my cousins at my grandmother's house--which is how I perfected all the latest moves of the late '80s/early '90s. My cousin K and I got so good that we put on a choreographed performance to an MC Hammer medley at a  family reunion cookout (any if anyone has tapes, I IMPLORE YOU to burn them).

We would sneak and watch horror movies like Candyman (Special Edition) and I'd end up crying by the night's end because one of my older cousins would inevitably lock me in a bathroom after chanting his name five times.

 I don't remember my favorite TV shows much because I was always outside with my friends--which brings me to the purpose of this blog (yea, it took me a while to get to the point, but...ehh).

These are the top 5 childhood games that I couldn't live without back then, and secretly want to play now:

1. TAG of any kind. Freeze tag (where you got to brush up on your robot moves), TV tag, flashlight tag. I liked to run as a child and still do partake in a brisk jog or two now. What better game is there where the object is to run after someone, damn-near tackle them, while screaming in their face, "YOU'RE IT!" I've got to tell you-- it helped many a child to relieve some aggression every now and then. Who needed therapy when you had this game.

2. RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT. Now this wasn't as cool as tag because if you made it to the person calling out the lights, your grand prize was that you were now the lame-o who had to face the tree and yell out colors. There was also someone who would always try and work the system and never turn all the way around before they yelled out red or green so they wouldn't get tagged. All that stopping and going however, were life lessons to those future athletes though. Next time you see Clinton Portis juking or Kobe crossing somebody up, you can bet your bottom they played this religiously.

3. HIDE AND SEEK. A small variation of tag, which as I said before is the one of the greatest games ever. It was the COOLEST because I would always have the best hiding spaces. Now, this game had a tendency to draw out extra long because the people got so good at hiding, the seeker got lost trying to find them. And there's always one weirdo who hides so well that everyone forgets about him--until the next day when they stumble upon his sleeping body behind the bushes. I guess you can thank this game for not being able to find all of America's Most Wanted--and Osama. They were masters at this obviously.

4. RED ROVER.I think this game really helped with team building--you know keeping a united front, not breaking the bond. I'm pretty sure most of the armed forces trained severely with this game. In all honesty, I grew to dislike this game after a while. It happened when this mac truck of a human being tried to break through my arm with so much force that he broke my wrist (he probably still has a mark on his head from where I threw the rock).

5. Saving the best for last. CAPTURE THE FLAG. This game was for all of the future track stars and CIA super spies. There was nothing better than infiltrating the other base, stealing their flag and leaving them with nothing but mud in their mouths and frowns on their faces while they were wondering what the heck just happened--unless you were the unfortunate slow poke who got plowed down not even two steps after you crossed the line.

But I digress. That's enough time traveling for one day. Besides, the street lights are on--and you know what that means....

Peace.

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sLOw iT doWN.... pT 2

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Cause we like her
And we like her too
And we like her
And we like her too
And we like her
And we like her too
And we like herr
And she like us too
Ohhhhhh

I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
Ohhhhhh- Lil' Waynel,EveryGirl In The World [Explicit], Young Money


So I couldn't do one without the other...so here goes. Since I had the aforementioned revelation (read part one if you haven't had the sense to already), I feel like I should write a list of things that I want all the attached and unattached men to be privy to.

You can't have sex with every girl in the world: Whatever it is that you have to do to get over that idea--make it happen. Too many relationships fail and fail to start because you keep thinking: "what about all the girls I'm going to be missing out on." I mean really--if you don't have at least three women throwing themselves into your bed a week, what makes you think that once you get a woman, sex offers are going to start falling from the sky? GET REAL! "I dont discriminate, no... not at all. Kit kat a midget if that ass soft I break her off. I exchange V cards with the retards and get behind the Christian like Dior". Just because you don't have standards, does NOT mean the woman you wish to bed has none either. You're feeling yourself too much.

There is someone out there that looks better than you: "She wants me, she wants me, 'cause i got it all shorty tell me what you don't see?" Well, you're a little too short for my liking, you were cute until you opened your mouth and singed my eyebrows with your breath, you car is hot but it loses cool points because you live in it--should've bought an apartment and a Volvo instead of spending your life savings on a Benz. I mean REALLY! You can't be so conceited to think that you are a gift from The Creator? There are flaws in us all and you thinking you look better than me will not get you in a relationship with me--you couldn't even get my email address. Humble yourself--humility may be shown in small acts, but it makes a BIG difference.

I have a name and it's not Hoe (unless my mother had some serious issues...but that's another blog): "These hoes is gods gift like Christmas.I like em caramel skin long hair thick ass." How can you expect to successfully woo me when you can't even show me enough respect to call me by my name? Do you talk to your mother with that mouth? And if you do, we have more problems than I have time to list. Contrary to the countless songs, movies and TV shows you are accustomed to, women don't like to be called names you wouldn't even call your dog. True, some women do like their men a little aggressive, but I don't want to feel like you're going to beat me down every time you call me--it's unnerving. "If i might be being disrespectful, baby i'm just being Millz and i dont know how fake feels, so i gotta keep it real."  I'm all for keeping it real, but do you really want a woman who will allow you to treat her as such? You have to ask yourself what you're trying to attract. You can't keep approaching women this way and then getting mad because you can't turn a hoe into a housewife. You get back what you put out.

Moral: "'Cause we like her; and we like her too and we like her; and we like her too; and we like her and we like her too; and we like her and she like us too and ooooooh...". Yes you may "like" her, but "like" does not keep you warm at night. You cant trust "like" to have your back when times are hard and stand at your side when they're better. Trust and believe that your mother does not want to meet "like" either and I would definitely not have "like" teaching my children to act as she does.

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sLOw iT doWN...pT 1

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Ohhh baby (Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
What you need to do is
Take it slow with me
Slow it down a little bit (Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
We don't have to rush into anything serious
(Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
No we don't, take it from me (Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
My name is Percy and I make miracles if you take it slow with me baby
(Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow) Little Brother, Slow it Down (Explicit Version), The Minstrel Show


I'm back online!!! For those of you who noticed my absence, my PC has been down for two weeks so I was relegated to the world where blogging doesn't exist :( . But alas, I have returned--and with a vengeance I might add. The song on this blog is a repeat (which will never happen again..,at least I don't plan on it) but I feel like it speaks exactly to what I'm thinking.

A few blogs back, I wrote a piece called "Right Place, Wrong Time", and I feel like I've had another breakthrough in the male-female dynamic and I've decided to have Little Brother help me explain--yes, I am a genius--I know. So here goes my list of things I think women, whether in a relationship or not, should be hip to.


Respect yourself:  "I'm trying to man up see whats really good with you. Gentleman's approach, not bring it hood to you. Same things that you hear everyday like:"Hey ma, hey boo, baby whats your name". I see it at the clubs, in malls, coffee shops, and on campuses worldwide. Women (and yes I say woMEN in the collective sense, because if a few are in trouble, than we ALL need to reevaluate) will answer to anything these days. It's like your life is a streaming rap video. These men approach you in a way that they wouldn't greet their dogs and instead of being shocked and appalled, you smile, bat your eyes, and give up the number. If I had a dollar for the number of times I've been greeted with "Hey dark-skin", "Hey [insert jean brand here]", or "Hey girl with the [insert random body part here]", Bill Gates wouldn't have anything on me. Now, I'm not a man--but if I were one, I wouldn't be introducing my mama to a woman that those lines were successful on. How can you cry disrespect from a man when you don't even give it to yourself? 

Stop Lying to yourself: I could kill Destiny's Child for confusing the fairer sex as much as they did. Yes, we know you can do it yourself; yes we know you got your own; and yes we know you are now 35, single and childless. Not to say in any way to settle for anything less than what you deserve as a person, but really, some of us are going overboard with the perfect-guy-list. Not even Jesus can compete, because last time I checked, carpenters are rarely making six-seven figures. With that being said, stop being extra dependent. "It's a lot of independent women wanna be claimed. Marry into money or marry into fame, or at least give birth to a check". Stop playing yourself. I'm quite positive that you have more to offer the world than being arm candy or loaning your uterus out to every rich man you see--looks fade, and you can become just the 'baby mama' in a heartbeat. I know there is a happy medium in there somewhere--find it. If you have, help your sisters out--like I said before: if a few of us are in trouble, than we ALL need to reevaluate.

If he say he's not ready, believe him: "I want a girl, when I want a girl. And when I don't want a girl, I want a girl who understands that. And that's some hard shit to explain.To a woman that's in love with you, it's a pitiful thing." Some men--maybe even most men, will tell you from the beginning--whether by words, actions, or both, that he is NOT ready for a relationship. Don't trick yourself into believing that he doesn't really mean that. He says he likes you, but he never returns your calls--and when he does, it's always after 11pm. Or he says he doesn't want to be with you, but you still mess around with him--waiting until the day he figures out that he really wants you. IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN! While you're wasting your time with Mr. Wishy Washy over there, Mr. Right-for-you passes you by while you slowly become the side chick and/or jumpoff.  "I don't wanna play around, but I don't wanna settle down. And that's a man's dilemma." Furthermore, it is not your job to wait until he figures his life out. Time is precious, you don't need to waste it.

Think about it--and reevaluate. "'Cause when the party stops and niggaz get old. And the chain and the cars and the houses get sold, and that. Other side of the bed gets cold, you don't wanna be alone."

Peace.



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