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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCRXc7cCp7ImA9WhVTEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498686692877489562</id><updated>2012-02-23T22:56:04.908-04:00</updated><category term="Rambling" /><category term="Featured Artist" /><category term="Reading" /><category term="THANK YOU" /><category term="Hair" /><category term="Motivation" /><category term="Badminton" /><category term="Sharing" /><category term="Carnival" /><category term="Friendship" /><category term="Parenting" /><category term="GREEN" /><category term="Photo" /><category term="Pet Peeve" /><category term="Tweet" /><category term="Adventure" /><category term="Quote" /><category term="Environment" /><category term="Opinion" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Creative" /><category term="Ponderings" /><category term="Sex" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Money" /><category term="Health" /><category term="Wonderful" /><category term="Baking" /><category term="Fitness" /><category term="Cooking" /><category term="Saint Lucia" /><category term="Decisions" /><category term="Epiphany" /><category term="Natural Disasters" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Tips" /><category term="Poem" /><category term="Inspiration" /><category term="Challenge" /><category term="Crafty" /><category term="Empowerment" /><category term="Business" /><category term="Self Love" /><category term="Reminder" /><category term="Zodiac" /><category term="Expression" /><category term="Discussion" /><category term="Love" /><category term="Thought for the Day" /><category term="CHLP" /><category term="Success" /><category term="Resolutions" /><category term="Beauty" /><category term="Update" /><category term="Vocabulary" /><category term="Gift" /><category term="Education" /><title>Dancer's Feet</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://empress-v.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://empress-v.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498686692877489562/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Empress Vee</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107358780597020012476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uZgGtp59uWo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAks/WPx8d-9Lv6I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DancersFeet" /><feedburner:info uri="dancersfeet" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCRXc6fSp7ImA9WhVTEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498686692877489562.post-5638797596767504973</id><published>2012-02-23T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T22:56:04.915-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-23T22:56:04.915-04:00</app:edited><title>Who Inspires You? Part One</title><content type="html">I should be studying/reading/writing my essay/lab/doing something productive is the general consensus. But nope, I will take maybe 5 minutes, if so long, to tell you who inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFV_oY-oUKk/T0b8CaIm7sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_K6tgeYybPY/s1600/Sarita+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFV_oY-oUKk/T0b8CaIm7sI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_K6tgeYybPY/s320/Sarita+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
My friend &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sarita Louis&lt;/span&gt; inspires me. Sometimes (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not often, but not seldom, so dead in the middle sometimes&lt;/span&gt;) I surprise myself with the good that comes out of me. One person who inspires me to challenge myself and bring forth my best is Sarita. Always checking out my blogs and Tumblr and reading those crazy tweets of mine, Sarita never hesitates to let me and the world know when I did it right. She inspires me to produce quality and give my genuine perspective and opinion on things nobody asked me to comment on, but I still do.&lt;br /&gt;
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So to Sarita I raise my glass and say FIRE ONE! Thanks for inspiring me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Follow her on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/MsPositiveVibez" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter &lt;/a&gt;and be sure to follow her &lt;a href="http://positivevibez.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;as well!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the books lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;
-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-5638797596767504973?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What's wrong with this situation? Could it be that Jen is "hating" on Mindy because she sees what she wishes she could be in her. Could it be that because she doesn't have the self will and power to bring herself out of the dumps she is trying to bring Mindy down?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Be the change you wish to see in the world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
So many women (and men) believe everyone's just hating on them and they hate on so many people. With so much energy being spent on negative thoughts and emotions it's no wonder one is surrounded by it. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Stop hating on anyone. You can acknowledge the fact that there are things about the person you don't like, but don't let that govern your ability to be civil with someone. Make the change. Instead of focusing on what you don't like or can't stand in a person, look at what is good about them. You don't have to be best friends with them. Just be civil. Focus on the positives. What you see that you like try to emulate it. If you started doing that I'm sure the energies around would change. You would be surrounded with more positivity and hence the people you associate with will also be positive. Don't settle. You deserve to be happy and to have confidence in yourself. You are beautiful and wonderfully created. Start today.&lt;br /&gt;
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-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-9189617652663029736?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We worry quite often about what other people think of us. What should matter the most is what we think of ourselves; whether we have achieved the goals we have set for ourselves and whether we have a life we are happy to live. Everyone else's definition of success and happiness shouldn't matter to us if we meet our own criteria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-301414600346765466?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Do you think it is a good idea? Have you done this before? Is this something you're willing to try? That being said, don't use this technique for every situation. If you can deal with something immediately, why not? Anyway, I'm off to focus my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;
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-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-635757001953517913?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We know how every year people make resolutions saying this year I'll go to the gym, or I'll get in shape or I'll take care of my body and we know that by February more than half those people fall off the band wagon. Don't make large commitments that are difficult to keep. Or if you do, make sure you have it well planned out. Start small and work your way up. Shannon Boodram from Those Girls Are Wild has created a video to help you get in shape! It's simple. I can't say it's easy because then you probably wouldn't see results hahaha, but it's something you can do, everyday even twice a day if you so desire, to get a body that looks amazing. Watch the video, try it out and let me know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Exercising!&lt;br /&gt;
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-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-4547251537279335618?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Closing remarks: Don't let the habits of procrastination keep you weighed down. You know what to do, get up and do it. Seize the moment as it arises. Don't let it go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;
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Best wishes for the New Year&lt;br /&gt;
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-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-2277511350788144022?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't regret a number of things because either I've learnt from what has transpired or I've enjoyed what I've done. The few things I regret are things that brought immense emotional pain to me, pain that I really did not need to feel. Yes there are circumstances that we need to go through to better understand ourselves. The circumstances I'm talking about are totally unnecessary. I hope there are no more situations like this in my future. I surely can do without them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you regret things you've done in your life? Or do you have the YOLO kind of motto where you regret nothing and seize every moment. Do share.&lt;br /&gt;
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-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-4398993919049127369?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think one of the toughest things in life is letting someone you love or care about go. Be it a family member or a friend. Be it death or just moving on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to touch on the latter. There are times in everyone's life when they change, they grown. When such a metamorphosis begins you want catalysts or least supporting elements with you. Dead weight isn't what you want retarding the process. Sometimes there are peple in our lives that cannot grasp the concept of this metamorphosis. They are stuck seeing the world with rose tinted glasses. How does one deal with this &lt;i&gt;dead weight&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm the type of person who has trouble throwing things away (sometimes). I'm not a hoarder. I repear - I am not a hoarder. As far as I can remember I've never said to anyone "Never speak to me again." I prefer the "feed with a long spoon" approach where you gradually decrease the amount of time and information given to a particular person. They find other people to attach to and you continue your growth and development. I'm not saying this is the best way, I'm just saying this is what works for me. I use this method because every so often I like to check up on people, see if they've started their transformation. If they have and they want me to be a part of it, I help and support them. If they haven't, I keep my distance again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think with over 6 billion people in the world, there should be at least 2 billion that are not "dead weight." All 2 billion may not be oriented in your exact direction but they should be close enough for you to surround yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not for the "new year" but for life - surround yourself with good people.&lt;br /&gt;
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-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-5030388810910248624?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Today is Christmas and of course I announce that it's 6 months 'til my birthday. This upcoming birthday isn't just any birthday. It's what some call your Champagne Birthday, which essentially means you're turning the age of the date you were born. Not the month, just the date. I'm really wondering where I'm going with this, but still I continue to type and hope you continue to read. I'm sitting here feeling a bit sad because I want a "friend" of mine to talk to me. I know some people will be rolling their eyes and saying &lt;i&gt;well if you want to talk to him, message him or call him&lt;/i&gt;. The thing is I have been. I hate being ignored. It doesn't sit well with me at all. Okay, I'm not going to get into this here and right now. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;
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What I'm trying to get at is, I've been holding on to a dream and holding out on life because of one person. Because of one person that I know is not doing the same thing, and quite frankly I can't blame him. It's difficult knowing that my entire life can happen and when I'm 60 I reconnect with this person because we were meant to be at that time. Something about this idea scares me. I am admitting it. It scares me to not know when we will connect and connect properly. The unknown of not being able to just live and just do whatever and dive head first into situations and swim out of them easily or barely making it out of the shark's jaw and then coming out of the water into his arms bother me. But I know I can't hold on and stop living because of this fear or this unknown. I have to let go and live. So maybe this is a declaration of some sort; of me saying that I'm not waiting for you or waiting for the right time to come. I'm dancing to the music playing and when the song changes and it's the right time, you will ask to have the dance and we shall dance the night away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not sure this makes any sense at all. But I choose to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-6518679035318458126?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm here more or less alone for the holidays and although I appreciate the time alone I feel like I have nothing to do. I'm sure I can catch up on major reading or watching shows I haven't been able to follow during the semester but it's not the same. I think I'm always under so much pressure that it doesn't feel normal to not be. Anyway, so apart from cleaning and getting ahead in my studies I'm also going to look at the "Where do I see myself in x years." I'm scheduled, correction: I am going to graduate in June 2012 and receive my Honours degree in August 2012 and hence I need to have some sort of an idea as to what I want to do and how I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do know that I honestly am not ready to do my Masters just yet. I know there are a number of people who are disappointed in this. Truth be told I'd like to work for about 10 years and then get my Masters. By then everyone I know would have had 2 Ph.D's but I honestly don't care. I can't make decisions for my life based on what other people are doing. I need to make decisions that I feel are best for me and that I can handle. In 5 years time I would like to enter my field of interest with a secure foot. And that is what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I often say there's method to my madness, and I truly believe it. Whether others can see it or believe it is another question, but that doesn't bother me. I know me and what I want well enough. I feel grounded and focused. Now is the time to apply these emotions and secure my dreams. I should have a back up plan, but not just yet. I believe this will work out.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is just the begin of the my rise to achieve my goal. 2012 is the year when the slingshot will be stretched and released, and I shall be propelled in the right direction to live my dreams. Let nothing stop me, let nothing stop you. We're both going to achieve our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't wish me luck. Help me along my journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Best wishes&lt;br /&gt;
-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-4034011483038586132?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;
-The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-4288898480504731203?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay, no more procrastinating for me. I'm off to do some work. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-285136475936013896?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I usually try to hide from New Years.&lt;br /&gt;
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But somehow, this year I don't want the stroke of midnight to catch me at home, or in my current town. No. I want to be a different place to ring in a different year. 2012 is my Champagne Year and I have dubbed it "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;The Year of The Empress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" In 2012 it will be difficult but I will be happy. I will have a goal and I will work towards it. I will explore life and myself, and push myself to become a great woman. I will retrain myself to be mentally powerful, self motivated, hard working and fun loving. I will culture myself to not be ignorant,&amp;nbsp;temperamental&amp;nbsp;or short tempered. I will culture myself to be graceful, sophisticated, educated and wise. From 2012 onward I shall be responsible and build on that responsibility a kingdom of comfort for my family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, 2012 is MY year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-1007828922314985257?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I began writing one post and realised that I rant quite often instead of writing a piece that can be a diving board for discussion on the particular topic that is making me disgruntled. Hence, I am attempting to create such said diving board. Let me know how I did lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quite often I wonder, &lt;i&gt;can we change?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have been hearing about climate change and loss in biodiversity; we have seen the effects of our actions not only in recent times but essentially from colonial times, if not before, of our negative relationship with the environment. Yet still, after all this time, we cannot live in harmony, or at least diminish the negative effects we have on the environment. I was on Twitter and a friend tweeted about Troy Davis. He had tweeted about this before but today I decided to check out who was Troy Davis and what his story was. I got very perturbed by what I read and decided, after I too tweeted about how stupid it was, to find something else to read about to help me calm down. My Environmental Law prof usually asks at the beginning of class what's going on in the world in terms of Environmental Law, so I decided to check out the environmental news. I came across an article in &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2011/sep/21/world-bank-fossil-fuel-subsidies"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt; (a British newspaper) about fossil fuel subsidies being cut and monies being given to developing nations to help combat climate change. I thought maybe I would share my two cents of thought on the matter with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What do I think needs to be done to combat climate change?&lt;/b&gt;I don't think there is any one thing that can be done, neither do I think that any one thing is more important. My opinion is that a combination of efforts need to be executed for there to be sufficient change.&lt;br /&gt;
For sure our attitudes need to change. The saying "&lt;i&gt;Without The Earth humans will die, but without humans The Earth will live&lt;/i&gt;" is so true! I was born and raised a Christian, so my teachings have said God entrusted The Earth to humans. The mentality that humans have of we can do what we want, how we want with The Earth is ridiculous. Yes, matter and energy are neither made nor created but merely transformed from one form to other is true, however, one thing we clearly forget to take into account is the factor of time. Time from the perspective of a human is instantaneous, very short in comparison to time from the perspective of The Earth. Geologists and other professions in the physical Geography field will tell you that it takes millions of years for the things we see before our eyes to be formed by The Earth. How does it not make sense that the rate at which we are using it up is not sustainable?&lt;br /&gt;
This brings me to my next point: We need to reduce our rate of consumption. We live in a very materialistic world, where how much you posses determines you worth and your importance. Hence we crave items, we crave&amp;nbsp;physical&amp;nbsp;demonstrations of how much we have. We purchase and acquire items that we do not need. We obtain them in the name of technology, comfort and standard of living. We waste and get new things for the fun of it and for our own personal enjoyment. At this point I would like to pause and just point out that not once have I said you, or y'all or not included myself in this. I am a part of the problem. I admit. I am not perfect. I am not sitting on a high horse saying this is what you need to do, no. This is what &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;need to do. But yes, I digressed, as usual. Back to my point. I think I have spoken about this on the blog, or maybe it was the other blog I started and stopped, but did you ever wonder why Reduce was the first R in the 3 Rs? It's because it's the most important of the three! If we reduce the amount of food we eat, the amount of water we waste, the number of shoes we buy, the number of bags we use, if we reduce the amount of resources we consume the effects will be extremely beneficial. How so? you ask. It's simple really - you reduce the rate of consumption. As I said in the first point, the rate at which The Earth&amp;nbsp;replenished&amp;nbsp;itself is a lot slower than that at which we consume it's resources. By reducing the rate of consumption, we help to keep some resources for the future.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-3853378605977927345?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to share with you my thoughts on Christmas/Holiday shopping and gift giving. I just have three things that comes to my mind. If you have more ideas do share. Leave a comment below!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Wrap gifts in recycled/reused paper. I don't mean go buy recycled gift wrapping paper. No no no. I mean wrapping gifts in news paper or printer paper that you've printed the wrong thing on, old magazines, etc. That kind of thing. There are a few YouTube videos showing how to make gift bows from tissue paper and/or newspaper. You know already, the majority of people don't save their Christmas wrapping paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get unique gifts. Don't fall trap to fancy shamcy things. Go to those little novelty stores and get a unique gift to someone. Even if it is a small basket of handmade organic bath products, or a basket of free trade teas and a mug. Steer clear from impersonal gifts. Get something that the person would actually use or want to use. Wasted gifts is such a shame.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Send electronic cards. Let's be honest....we throw our cards out the next year. Do we even bother to recycle them? Do we even bother to reuse them for the something else such as decoration? Nope. We don't. So save some paper, some trees and the environment. Send electronic cards.&lt;/li&gt;
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Yup! That's my tip for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-876995599211932654?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know anyone that doesn't love getting real mail...bills are not real mail hahaha. So send real mail. Forget the email. Show someone you care. If you know me SEND ME SOMETHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-5329857714687148252?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live in colour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How many times have you said I'll do this later when I have time, when this, when that? Many of us don't seize the moment and really enjoy the little things in life. Buy a camera and if you don't like being in front of it be behind and take pictures. If you can sketch or draw, draw. If you scrapbook, do it! Do it all to remember the good times and if necessary the bad. If remembering the bad helps you remember how far you've come, go for it. But record the triumphs, the victories, the journey. Enjoy the finer things, whether they be the heart on your latte, or a beautiful sunset. Stop reading this and go out and have fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-The Empress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-1053963962971021467?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Power of Association.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Power of Association is too real: "The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve. Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity. An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people. As you grow, your associates will change. Some of your friends will not want you to go on. They will want you to stay where they are. Friends that don't help you climb will want you to crawl. Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream. Those that don't increase you will eventually decrease you.&lt;br /&gt;Consider this: Never receive counsel from unproductive people. Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution, because those who never succeed themselves are always first to tell you how. Not everyone has a right to speak into your life. You are certain to get the worst of the bargain when you exchange ideas with the wrong person. Don't follow anyone who is not going anywhere. With some people you spend an evening: with others you invest it. Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life. Wise is the person who fortifies his life with the right friendships. If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl, but if you associate with eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights.&lt;br /&gt;"A mirror reflects a man's face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses." The simple but true fact of life is that you become like those with whom you closely associate - for the good and the bad. Note: Be not mistaken. This is applicable to family as well as friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colin Powell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-8414579354161969747?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am concerned about a friend of mine. There is a yearning within me to mentally engaged with this friend but he seems to not want the same. Maybe I shouldn't say he seems not to want the same, but rather it appears that he isn't seeking the same thing at this current moment. My desire may have stemmed from the fact that many other male friends I have have been able to engage me in deep dialogue on a plethora of topics and even with common topics of life there is some depth the conversation. I understand that not everyone is the same, and this one friend may not be able to compare with my older friends. I was having a conversation with one of my girlfriends who knows this new friend and explained my desire for depth to her and she said something very profound to me - "what if he doesn't have the capacity to do so?" This had never crossed my mind until she said it, but a part of me doesn't want to believe it. I feel as if there is something there, that he has some depth to him, and it may be that it needs to be encouraged and cultured. I would be more than willing to help stimulate that sector of his brain which will stimulate mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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My biggest problem now is how do I test out my hypothesis? How do I get a topic that I think is deep, but not too far in, mentally stimulating as well as something that one can formulate an opinion on regardless of the depth of their knowledge on it? It is difficult for me to begin the conversation about x, y and z but it almost pains me to not do it. I don't want to be awkward, nor do I want my friend to feel awkward as well. Does anyone have suggestions as to how I can ease us into a dialogue?&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading my&amp;nbsp;pondering&amp;nbsp;and feel free to leave me a comment with some help. Greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
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- The Empress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-8891263761856270450?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I came across this article from &lt;a href="http://planetearth.nerc.ac.uk/news/story.aspx?id=1077"&gt;Planet Earth Online&lt;/a&gt; and thought I would share it with you. It may be something you find interesting and worthy or sharing in a discussion with others.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Reading! and Merry Conversations!&lt;br /&gt;
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Go forth and have a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it's been a while. Things have just been so crazy right now for me. Anyways, I'm part of a support group which consists of some fabulous women. One of these divas shared with us a link - &lt;a href="http://www.positivityblog.com/index.php/2011/10/05/7-habits/"&gt;7 Common Habits of Unhappy People&lt;/a&gt;. I read through it and thought hmmm this is definitely worth the share with those who follow my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hence I have attached a link to the blog so you go check it out! It's okay to be unhappy occasionally. But when it becomes your constant mood, we've got a problem. So cheers to more happy times in life! After all, we only have one to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Don't give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's okay to feel like you've lost control, but you can regain control. Justifiably I've gotta say that you may not get back to an upright position on the horse, but if you're on top of the horse and not being dragged by your feet then that's good, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're feeling stressed and confused, take a moment to relax, not chill and watch tv relax, but calm within yourself. You can't get anything done if you're stressed. Take a deeeeeep breathe and exhale slowly. When you're done, tell yourself I know I can do this. Start by&amp;nbsp;organizing&amp;nbsp;yourself. See what's more urgent and work on those. The other things gradually get them completed. Make use of empty time. By empty time I mean time on the bus, waiting for class or a meeting, don't go home and come back to the school if you have an hour off. Stay in the school and do some reading, or work on something else that you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can do it. So can I. WE can get back on the horse and ride it to victory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498686692877489562-7397999491590835122?l=empress-v.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Another one from The Weeknd. One friend asked me why I like to listen to this sex music so much O.o I just like the music lol. Don't you? =D&lt;/div&gt;
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