<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874</id><updated>2011-11-29T22:42:41.342-08:00</updated><category term='Dormtainment'/><title type='text'>Young, Gifted &amp; Black Journalist Joia J.</title><subtitle type='html'>HBCU graduate, journalist, poet, unique, beautiful but enough about me hahaha these are my thoughts, poems, questions and ideas. Read &amp;amp; leave feedback, that simple!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-4589484577014924813</id><published>2011-11-16T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:22:51.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's of HIM</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ppreciate HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;elieve HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;all HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;esire HIM&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xcite HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;uck HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;asp because of HIM &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ave hope because of HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;magine with HIM &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;oke with HIM &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ick it with HIM &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ike HIM &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ention HIM (tweet tweet) &lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever neglect HIM&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;pen with HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;lay with HIM &lt;br /&gt;I'm his &lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;ueen nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;espect HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;avor each moment I'm with HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;each HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nderstand HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;owel not to cheat on HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;elcome HIM into Joias World&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;X-&lt;/strong&gt;ray HIM (yeah Im nasty, So!)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;earn HIM&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;ealous HIM (look it up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-4589484577014924813?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/4589484577014924813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/abcs-of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/4589484577014924813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/4589484577014924813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/abcs-of-him.html' title='ABC&apos;s of HIM'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-3561569017746014817</id><published>2011-11-16T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:01:37.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I said to myself I am ready for this thing called a &lt;strong&gt;relationship&lt;/strong&gt;. I had a crush on this guy who was younger than me and for god sakes still in high school. He went to my mother's church and was so cute, tall, the perfect smile, goofy. I did my journalist 101 and found him on facebook. I made a slick comment and boom we clicked. He came at me at a real crazy&amp;nbsp;time. I can honestly say I was scared of being his only one even though he was there for me and made me smile. He learned me, he loved me he was just so right. I couldnt appreciate it cause I wanted to go slow. I realized I wanted him just didnt know if we would go far. I let fear consume me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I wanted to be someones girlfriend. I start learning what I could provide in a relationship&amp;nbsp;and what I wanted in a guy. I wanted a guy who could dominate and be a challenge at the same time. He would appreciate me from the inside to the out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I still wanted a title and finally got it. At 24 I got the title and for the first time&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;I realized&amp;nbsp;he was nothing special just someone to consume time with. I found myself not happy and knew we were not right. I found myself defending him and not liking what we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; a guy comes into my life when I at least expect it. I question everything about him. My ma&amp;nbsp;ask did you have the things you expected him to have at that age. I looked at myself and thought damn, I didnt. He was cute, tall, made me laugh, we had good conversations and just clicked! This time though I wasnt going to question I was ready and was going to enjoy the ride. He asked me to be his girlfriend&amp;nbsp;the old fashion way( the way&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;dreamed of being asked, I&amp;nbsp;can be picky but you'll always win with old fashion ways) and I remember thinking this is too much,&amp;nbsp;a big smile on my face and all I can think is why not. When we hung out&amp;nbsp;we clicked even more and all I could think was damn I&amp;nbsp;always wanted this. So what I'm saying is of course I'm looking for love who isnt? Im just done settling or rushing I'll let time take its toll but this ride I'm on I&amp;nbsp;always wanted!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-3561569017746014817?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3561569017746014817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-always-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3561569017746014817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3561569017746014817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-always-wanted.html' title='I always wanted'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-4119641672347166809</id><published>2011-11-16T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:24:45.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend I am and what I expect</title><content type='html'>Joia as a friend. I am there for you as long as I know you are there for me. You may not make the best decisions and I may not either but I will tell you if your looking stupid and I expect the same thing. I will not forget what we had so if new people come that is fine but I expect you to be the same&amp;nbsp;to me. I am loyal, honest and will ride as long as you remain the same. I may call or text just to see how you are but I'll be damned all I hear is you and yo issues and by the time the conversation ends you know nothing about what is going on with me. If I am stranded or need you at a moment I shouldnt have to play the question game I'll just know that you are by my side. I ride with those who I know will ride with me but lately I dont see a lot of ride or dies in my life. Just people that is putting in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-4119641672347166809?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/4119641672347166809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/joia-as-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/4119641672347166809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/4119641672347166809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/joia-as-friend.html' title='Friend I am and what I expect'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7346977162369526325</id><published>2011-11-16T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:17:27.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This thing called friendship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friend: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard. A person who gives assistance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year alone I have truly learned the word friend. This year has&amp;nbsp;been hell and what I needed&amp;nbsp; the most was the people I considered friends. In the beginning of the year, I was down and sad with being laid off. My childhood friend did something so shocking. On my birthday, she treated me to dessert at Applebee's something I do every year. She ate with my family and I at my favorite new restuarant and put gas in my car. She was with me througout the whole day. I honestly did not expect it. I was so shocked and appreciated her. Subconsicously I felt like I had to pay her back. I know I did that by now but she came at me recently with some bs and I didnt understand it. The type of friend I am is that I believe time will tell everything. Everyone is always so right and connect at first. That time factor though tells you the truth. This childhood friend I've known her since kindergarten. So we go way...back throughout our years we had time between us but got together and always clicked. In collge we got close again and even though the college thing didnt work out for her I admired her. She had everything her own, from place, job just being very independent. She made some decisions that were not wise but yet she always manage a way. Now falling in love and actually being in love has consumed her and now things are downhill. So.... my next post is the friend I am and the friends I call "friends."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7346977162369526325?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7346977162369526325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-thing-called-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7346977162369526325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7346977162369526325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-thing-called-friendship.html' title='This thing called friendship?'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-8060691164991856267</id><published>2011-04-13T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:33:41.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONS ON DATING, RELATIONShips, LOVE ETC</title><content type='html'>Guys always say they don't understand women hmmm I feel like that is vice versa. I try my best to be cool with guys but I am realizing they have quite a bit of imperfections too. I like to ask random questions because its intresting to&amp;nbsp;see different views so here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does dating mean?&lt;br /&gt;Define boo'd up?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that bad to date someone with children? Especially when everyone has them!!&lt;br /&gt;Why do ex's come out the dark when they find out their lover moved on to something better?&lt;br /&gt;Why can guys have a past but females can't?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why females lie, well I can testify so guys won't judge?&lt;br /&gt;Can guys trap a female?&lt;br /&gt;When guys say they want a toot n boot in relationship, why do they get on their feelings when the didn't like the ending result?&lt;br /&gt;If a guy has a crazy past why does he do the same basic moves in the bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Why are guys afraid of a strong woman?&lt;br /&gt;Why do females chase the wrong guy?&lt;br /&gt;Do females understand what they are really saying to a guy when they tell the whole world their in love?&lt;br /&gt;If he ain't gave you the title yet why play the role as his gf?&lt;br /&gt;Why give a man your all and he isn't even giving you the minimal?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really suppose to feel special if a&amp;nbsp;guy says he wants me to have his baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, please discuss with friends, FAMILY, homies whoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-8060691164991856267?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/8060691164991856267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/04/questions-on-dating-relationships-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/8060691164991856267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/8060691164991856267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/04/questions-on-dating-relationships-love.html' title='QUESTIONS ON DATING, RELATIONShips, LOVE ETC'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-8840364751568037556</id><published>2011-04-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:55:47.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Music So Far in 2011</title><content type='html'>I love music. When any emotion takes over me I run to music so I'm just sharing what I'm playing and feel that is hot, My Opinion. There are more hot songs this is just what I have on repeat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD's to Buy&lt;/strong&gt;- Miguel-&lt;em&gt;All I Want Is You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Marsha Ambrosius-&lt;em&gt;Late Nights and Early Mornings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chris Brown-&lt;em&gt;F.A.M.E&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTT SONGS&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Motivation&lt;/em&gt;-Kelly Rowland feat Lil Wayne ( a song that is actually getting air play)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Touch Me&lt;/em&gt;- T Man feat Aloha Mi'Show&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Good Man&lt;/em&gt;-Raphael Saadiq&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Mascato&lt;/em&gt;-Alja Jackson, she has mixtapes on Datpiff, I just love that song cause I known I've done it not the drinking part but the other stuff lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Right Here&lt;/em&gt;-Faith Evans&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Celebration&lt;/em&gt;-Tank feat Eve&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/em&gt;-Enrique Inglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIXTAPES-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;More About Nothing&lt;/em&gt;-Wale&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Cabin Fever&lt;/em&gt;-Wiz Khalifa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Street Kings Vol 6-RIP Nate Dogg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-8840364751568037556?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/8840364751568037556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/04/cool-music-so-far-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/8840364751568037556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/8840364751568037556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/04/cool-music-so-far-in-2011.html' title='Cool Music So Far in 2011'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-6798891700197678438</id><published>2011-04-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:40:10.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of Dormtainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNYJrxj6dBg/TaXf26VfH-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ut5Oul9oCPs/s1600/Dormtainment+Pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNYJrxj6dBg/TaXf26VfH-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ut5Oul9oCPs/s320/Dormtainment+Pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-6798891700197678438?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6798891700197678438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-dormtainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6798891700197678438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6798891700197678438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-dormtainment.html' title='Pic of Dormtainment'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNYJrxj6dBg/TaXf26VfH-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ut5Oul9oCPs/s72-c/Dormtainment+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-2127765659255392131</id><published>2011-04-13T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:37:17.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dormtainment'/><title type='text'>Dormtainment Article I wrote!!</title><content type='html'>For all those stereotypes Atlanta has for black men, down low, gay, thugs and business men who just don’t appreciate black beauty could there really be one man better yet six men with education, jobs and goals that our historic black men would be proud of?&lt;br /&gt;  Dormtainment a group of young men who entertain their target audience, college aged students with skits, blogs, vlogs (video blogs), music and also host events with live acts.&lt;br /&gt;  “We want to cover it all,” Chaz “C. Diddy” Miller said. &lt;br /&gt;  The members include brothers “C. Diddy” Miller, 27, Cameron “C.Milli” Miller, 22, Mike “Mike3G” Junior, 22, Amanuel “Mr. Dormtainment” Richards, 22, Jerome “J Dot Rome”Rome, 22, Daunte, “Tay” Dier, 22.  The site officially started in March 2009, Dormtainment decided to go further than making skits for Facebook and Youtube which already received a lot of feedback from locals and students in the area. &lt;br /&gt;  “We all are very ambitious and wanted to do something we all could put our mind to and create,” Richards said.  &lt;br /&gt;  Each of the members came to Atlanta to further their education attending the Art Institute, Georgia State University and Brown Mackie College. Cameron and Rome recently graduated from the Art Institute and the remaining four balance school and jobs. Chaz trains to be a surgical technician while Richards is an advertising major and Junior majors in speech. Everything from the music to the visuals is created by Dormtainment. With Cameron graduating and majoring in Visual Effects and Motion Graphics he is the main editor. Rome and Dier majors in audio and does the audio on the site and in skits. &lt;br /&gt;“Everything you see on the site from graphics, to editing, sound are all in house,” Chaz said. &lt;br /&gt;  All ideas come from each other and they produce a plan to grasp their audience. &lt;br /&gt;  “With our creative process a lot of stuff comes from daily observation,” Richards said. &lt;br /&gt;  “Our goal was always to get more traffic to the website but to host shows and get the feedback, being recognized on the street was something we didn’t have expectation for and was surprisingly to get,” Junior said. &lt;br /&gt;Junior has created the character “Leaning Leon” that has gained it’s own fan base not realizing that Junior is the character. The character is based off of his background of the islands and Miami.&lt;br /&gt;  “People take it to the point where they don’t even care about me,” Junior said. &lt;br /&gt;  Dormtainment is just more than just making everyone laugh all the members have a brotherly bond and consider theirselves family. Dormtainment gave advice to those who want to know how to maintain a real relationship with peers and form a brotherly bond. &lt;br /&gt;  “With any relationship that you build with someone it’s always gone be some problems. Its how you get over the disagreement that makes you stronger,” Junior said. &lt;br /&gt;   Dormtainment has not let their local fame get to their heads. The Christian men are grateful how things have come and just want to make everyone laugh. &lt;br /&gt;  “Always stay humble in what you do,” Chaz said. &lt;br /&gt;  “We are working to be role models we want to see young people succeed. We want help out our generation of young people, our faith plays a big role in that. We are trying to be role models best to our ability. We’re creating a community, we’re talking to fans. We’re a little beyond the norm,” Richards said.&lt;br /&gt;  “Just having an vision and seeing it come to life is amazing to me. A lot of people love what we do,” Junior said.&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday Dormtainment debuts a new video or skit. .Dormtainment overall goal now is to one day have their own television show and host more shows on the road. &lt;br /&gt;  “We’re doing something that we enjoy doing and we’re making it work for us. Everyone needs to embrace that, they need to find out what they’re good at and make it work for them. That is one life lesson we teach by us doing what we do,” Junior said.  &lt;br /&gt;To check out their videos, have Dormtainment host events, or buy merchandise go to dormtainment.com and youtube.com/dormtainment Follow them on twitter @Dormtainment for regular updates. &lt;br /&gt;  “A smile on some bodies face can go a long way. The power of laughter is a powerful drug, that’s the best part of Dormtainment to make people laugh and share laughter with the world,” Cameron said. &lt;br /&gt;  “To do something that you love and to have an idea and be able to create it with your friends and people that you love around you and to do it successfully and then have other people enjoy that I don’t think theirs a better feeling than that,” Richards said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow them on twitter @Dormatinment as a group for updates and merchandise and want to follow a specific member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.Milli @DTCmilli&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dormtainment @MrDormtainment&lt;br /&gt;Mike3g @DjMike3G&lt;br /&gt;J Dot Rome @JDotRome&lt;br /&gt;Tay @WeAreTheTay&lt;br /&gt;C. 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7346144945051348843</id><published>2010-11-30T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:52:43.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joias Thoughts turned into a poem</title><content type='html'>I’m going through a drought!!&lt;br /&gt;What is that about?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is going crazy&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to have his baby&lt;br /&gt;I’m no guys lady&lt;br /&gt;Why do people act so shady?&lt;br /&gt;My money running kind of low, I don’t know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Where I see new&lt;br /&gt;I bleed real and know the deal&lt;br /&gt;Tired of getting played&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;I keep moving forward even though people try to push me back&lt;br /&gt;This is whack&lt;br /&gt;I feel attacked&lt;br /&gt;Now that must be the devil working over time&lt;br /&gt;I scream help, does anyone hear me or am I just alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7346144945051348843?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7346144945051348843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/11/joias-thoughts-turned-into-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7346144945051348843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7346144945051348843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/11/joias-thoughts-turned-into-poem.html' title='Joias Thoughts turned into a poem'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-4498779871157014827</id><published>2010-11-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:36:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia's Opinion</title><content type='html'>What is with these men having babies by women and then the relationship just fizzle? WTF? My mother raised me that bringing a child into this world with a man is serious. It’s just not you and your partner anymore your bringing in another individual. If I’m creating a child with someone than that means I love him deeply. Sometimes that title of husband and wife is fear and couples don’t want to face that 100% responsibility that comes with marriage but a child that is innocent and did not ask to be brought in this world. Responsibility is there. I also know that I will like to have my children have the same father it’s already drama if me and my mate do not stay together at least they have the same father. One black man with ego and pride is enough I cannot deal with another or multiple men that is too much for me. This is all my opinion obviously having multiple baby daddy’s or baby mamas is ok and also telling me the relationship just ended should be ok too. Naw take up to your responsibility while I remember that I want to build a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-4498779871157014827?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/4498779871157014827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/11/joias-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/4498779871157014827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/4498779871157014827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/11/joias-opinion.html' title='Joia&apos;s Opinion'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-76113136207206328</id><published>2010-07-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:23:03.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Right is all over yet I'm here and single!!!</title><content type='html'>I could only wish for that perfect guy in the Atl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that rapper in Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even that singer in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met that celebrity from Pittsburg, he was so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That college student who’s in New Orleans captured my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That accountant from E. St. Louis had me in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys I desire aren’t within arms reach instead their far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some want the exact same thing I want instead of chasing. I keep pacing with the thought that he’ll come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve chased so long I know what he’ll say before he says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the game no need to drop names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Mr. Right Now won’t satisfy me overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought relationships were about growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time in my life I’m looking for support, strength and knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I can bring do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these beautiful males all over but nowhere near me, I have stopped searching and now I’m just going down my own path, that journalist with numerous goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would just find me so  we can share this journey and  he takes hold to my heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-76113136207206328?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/76113136207206328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/mr-right-is-all-over-yet-im-here-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/76113136207206328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/76113136207206328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/mr-right-is-all-over-yet-im-here-and.html' title='Mr. Right is all over yet I&apos;m here and single!!!'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1953393512701680631</id><published>2010-07-02T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:18:37.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Hate?</title><content type='html'>I was talking at work and this woman was just rolling her eyes. I quickly thought damn what is your problem. I couldn't believe she felt threatened by me. She has experience in her career so what was all that hate about. How could I be a threat if she already has a name and has been in this game longer than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check as a black women I feel like we should embrace each other, teach each other and most defintely love each other. I do not have time to act a fool or bring out ignorant ways because of insecurties. Give respect when it's due and QUIT HATING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough we have men who dog us out, society who questions our ways but I be darn I bad mouth another African American woman. I am confident to know that I am beautiful and will not let an insecure chick bring me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disappointed that an older "woman" would act that way. I will teach the females around me (sister, cuzzos, peers) to love and not hate. Their is a difference from honesty and hate, cruel ways and hate, jealousy and hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this before with a peer and that hurt but this time it didn't hurt like I said this is disappointment because she is clearly older than me and acting so immature just made me think wow, a threat I must be and insecure she clearly is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, apprecfiate yourself and don't hate it doesn't look good on ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1953393512701680631?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1953393512701680631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-hate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1953393512701680631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1953393512701680631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-hate.html' title='Why Hate?'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1387228008955992242</id><published>2010-06-15T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:20:12.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius</title><content type='html'>My sign is Aquarius the best, lol anyways I have been going through some things and feeling quite lonely. A phone full of numbers that I do not want to call and people surrounded by me who have limited trust or just do not understand what I am going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem should be able to break down what I'm feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be here anymore I need to be somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;The lovers are whack&lt;br /&gt;My brain has collapsed&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m being suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;I try to give my all but life distractions take over. &lt;br /&gt;I desire my own place going on my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;I want that guy who knows he has that ride or die chick. &lt;br /&gt;I have a title that fits me I love the community and helping out those who need it. &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts stay spinning my happiness is in reach as time flies by I keep my soul in check.&lt;br /&gt;I eat my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;I lazy my self and ignore my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;No one gives me what I’m dealing.&lt;br /&gt;So I try to keep moving forward even though I feel like I’m being held back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1387228008955992242?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1387228008955992242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquarius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1387228008955992242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1387228008955992242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquarius.html' title='Aquarius'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-566845887091025749</id><published>2010-06-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:27:53.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOIA CAN RELATE!! fastweb.com is source</title><content type='html'>I FELT THE SAME WAY AT MY SCHOOL. SOMETIMES COLLEGE IS THE ONLY TIME YOU CAN MAKE MISTAKES BECAUSE ONCE THAT EXPERIENCE IS OVER UNLESS GRAD SCHOOL YOU HAVE TO BE ON YOUR P'S AND Q'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Fussy College Administrators Are Taking All the Joy Out of Student Newspapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for a college newspaper was always supposed to be, if nothing else, fun. You learned to craft a lede, felt the thrill of seeing your byline in print, and along the way pushed a few boundaries that could never be pushed in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;But recently many college administrators have apparently decided that student newspapers should be nothing less than miniature versions of The New York Times or Wall Street Journal. College papers, they believe, should not only be held to the same standards as professional publications, but should also shun any stories that show a glimmer of youthful irreverence or wit, or involve topics that might actually interest college students. Like sex.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, they want college papers to be just as stodgy and dull as their professional counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;A few recent examples:&lt;br /&gt;• University of Montana law professor Kristen Juras complained that a sex column in the student paper was "embarrassingly unprofessional" and that it affected her reputation as a member of the school's faculty. Juras even tried to get the state legislature to censor the column. (In response, the student columnist stated the obvious: "We're college students, and sex is on our minds.")&lt;br /&gt;• The editor of the Towerlight, the Towson University student paper, resigned under pressure following a controversy over a column about masturbation. One student, a tabloid editor in the making, told a reporter, "It got people to read the Towerlight."&lt;br /&gt;• University of Utah administrators placed holds on the transcripts of the student paper's nine columnists after a recent issue carried thinly veiled references to genitalia.&lt;br /&gt;And lest anyone think this is entirely about sex, here's an example involving cows:&lt;br /&gt;• A photographer for the Ohio State student paper who shot pictures of cows that escaped on campus was handcuffed and detained by cops and faces possible charges of criminal trespassing. A campus official told him he was not allowed to take photos of attempts to corral the cattle.&lt;br /&gt;What's even more depressing is how many student editors seem to have taken all of this high-minded seriousness to heart. A recent Washington Post article chronicled how many college papers were no longer even doing April Fool's issues, a time-honored collegiate tradition, because student editors, old before their time, were fretting about journalism ethics and credibility.&lt;br /&gt;(As the faculty adviser to a college paper I've had my own experience with this: A few years ago our paper ran an April Fool's article about a blind student's guide dog mauling a professor, complete with a staged photograph of the vicious "attack." An indignant faculty member complained loudly that this somehow demeaned blind people, then slunk away sheepishly when she learned the article had been dreamed up and written by - you guessed it - a blind student.)&lt;br /&gt;Now, do student newspapers sometimes go too far? Sure. Do they make mistakes? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;But that's why they're called student newspapers. They're a place where fledgling journalists can learn their trade and, for a brief moment in time, actually enjoy themselves before they're swallowed up by the meat grinder we call the news business.&lt;br /&gt;So to all the fussy college administrators I say, try to remember when you were 19. And to all the student journalists I say, go write a sex column. But watch your AP style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-566845887091025749?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/566845887091025749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/06/joia-can-relate-fastwebcom-is-source.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/566845887091025749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/566845887091025749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/06/joia-can-relate-fastwebcom-is-source.html' title='JOIA CAN RELATE!! fastweb.com is source'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1658967315070897947</id><published>2010-05-19T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:48:40.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia Checking In</title><content type='html'>It''s pretty tough to update a blog on a regular basis and then be a 24 hour journalist at a weekly paper, &lt;br /&gt;Then try to add in a social life plus have siblings who do everything under the sun with a single parent mother who reminds you and as her age get's older. The stress and health becomes more serious and you can't be mad she's knocked out by like 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So many things I really do want to talk about and texting at work is not really a good look so my twitter be all over the place let's see.&lt;br /&gt;I form questions and maybe those 2 or 3 followers can help me out. For now until I learn how to organize myself and become consistent work with me, thanks!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does dating really mean?&lt;br /&gt;When a guy has an hidden agenda why don't he just bring it to light. 9 times out of 10 I am thinking the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like it when people call me J? Hold up I can answer that. That makes me feel like they are truly comfortable with me. &lt;br /&gt;Why do the closest people knock you down?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate when your thinking about the same person all day long or going over a scene all day long?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that twitter is my only text buddy? Lame question&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;More to come they were just the ones that I really want the answer to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1658967315070897947?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1658967315070897947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/joia-checking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1658967315070897947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1658967315070897947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/joia-checking-in.html' title='Joia Checking In'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-3624571600369965514</id><published>2010-05-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:46:00.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chitown Love</title><content type='html'>I had a talk with a co worker hmmm I sound grown but anyways about Illinois vs. Missouri. Personally, I love my state and truly want to raise my children in Illinois hopefully I’ll have a husband who feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt; I was born in Chicago and my mother is from there. My daddy is from E. St. Louis so it’s safe to say. I was raised by two different cultures that had famous blacks. There are different cultures that are instilled in me. I am glad I know Chicago like the back of my hand. I love that city with all my heart. &lt;br /&gt;So I just looked up some famous people who were either also born in the Chi or lived there. Here goes: Harold Washington,  Quincy Jones, Avant, Common, Da Brat, Shawnna, R. Kelly, Lupe Fiasco, Muddy Waters, Chaka Khan, Minnie Ripperton, Syleena Johnson, Larenz Tate, Twista, Kanye West, Michael Clarke Duncan, Tina Fey, Kathy Griffin, Hugh Hefner, Terrance Howard, Jennifer Hudson, Bernie Mac, Bill Murray, Keke Palmer, Jeremy Piven, LisaRaye McCoy, Al Capone, and when I read her book, Young, Black, and Gifted by Lorraine Hansberry, I was convinced I should be a writer.&lt;br /&gt; I know I have a lot of entertainment people but I do want to be an entertainment journalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-3624571600369965514?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3624571600369965514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/chitown-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3624571600369965514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3624571600369965514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/chitown-love.html' title='Chitown Love'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-6110548616167806559</id><published>2010-05-11T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:39:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia's Peanut Butta</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;He doesn't read my blog so... I can say anything I want about him. He knows who he is because he will always be Joia J's Peanut Butta, awwww that was my dude yall truly wanted us to work out!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gone miss him&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say about big feet…BIG SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;6 foot who&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butta complexion&lt;br /&gt;Adorable smile&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled only child&lt;br /&gt;Whose vocabulary I admired&lt;br /&gt;God fearing&lt;br /&gt;Endearing&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and extremely prideful&lt;br /&gt;Niggas over ho’s&lt;br /&gt;Cookie monster eating individual&lt;br /&gt;For so long I said no when I clearly meant yes&lt;br /&gt;Fear he would cause pain&lt;br /&gt;And he did&lt;br /&gt;He brought laughter&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter of growth he also brought to me&lt;br /&gt;In my phone he had a different ring tone and name to set his attitude&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end we got lost&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the biggest boss?&lt;br /&gt;He brought pain&lt;br /&gt;I brought pain but the feelings I have for him will always remain the same&lt;br /&gt;He “let go” cause I told him so&lt;br /&gt;Who knew he wasn’t a fighter?&lt;br /&gt;That’s fine…&lt;br /&gt;He was my peanut butta who I adored. I’m so sad we are no longer anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-6110548616167806559?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6110548616167806559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/joias-peanut-butta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6110548616167806559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6110548616167806559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/joias-peanut-butta.html' title='Joia&apos;s Peanut Butta'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-3804195335338530737</id><published>2010-05-05T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:26:16.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random Questions?</title><content type='html'>They're in no particular order. I just think of it and well here ya go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why tell your problems and NOT expect feedback?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why play yourself and then try to play me?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why at my first career job I’m always late”?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why people don’t believe that black music has changed for the worst?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why do crazy people like to TRY and have a conversation with me?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why does my ma call me at work like I can just stop what I’m dong and chop it up with her?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is it so…hard to find cool peoples at the age of 23?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do people really think that I’m joking when I say I’m gone write a book and they will be in it?&lt;br /&gt;9. Is it really that hard to tell someone no?&lt;br /&gt;10. Why can’t guys be real with themselves and tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;11. Why do guys say they are looking for a particular girl and then when they get her, don’t even know what to do with her?&lt;br /&gt;12. Why does my college still give me a hard time? I did graduate!!&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you say,” don’t touch me” to touchy feely people?&lt;br /&gt;14. Do guys really know what the term “friends” mean?&lt;br /&gt;15. Why don’t guys just write down their lies so then they can remember the lie they told?&lt;br /&gt;16. Why I gotta find out how my friends are doing through facebook and twitter?&lt;br /&gt;17. Does anyone use their phone to actually talk on it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;18. Is it me or has the way you think about celebrities have changed since following them on twitter?&lt;br /&gt;19. Who knew Diggy Simmons could rap way…better than his brother Jo Jo?&lt;br /&gt;20. If you have younger siblings aren’t you mad all the old dances you used to do they’re doing it trying to show you something, wtf???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-3804195335338530737?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3804195335338530737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-random-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3804195335338530737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3804195335338530737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-random-questions.html' title='More Random Questions?'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7342471666661927770</id><published>2010-04-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:29:06.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can A Sista?</title><content type='html'>Shhhh...I'm at work but this just popped in my head and I wanted to let the world know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some intersting people in my life and some of them I truly miss and some of them I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN A SISTA&lt;br /&gt; get a flamboyant,confident male friend&lt;br /&gt; secure female friend&lt;br /&gt; a strong, tall unique man(hey I am single)&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm can I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel all alone in this world. Since I've started working I've ssen so many people that were in my life leave and some stay. The hardest thing is they are not there when I need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN A SISTA...AT LEAST...GET SOME CONSISTENCY!!!&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7342471666661927770?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7342471666661927770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-sista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7342471666661927770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7342471666661927770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-sista.html' title='Can A Sista?'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-5956564025098825536</id><published>2010-04-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:05:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia Knows What She Likes!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm no freak I just know who and what I want.&lt;br /&gt;You may think you know me but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you special?&lt;br /&gt;How about you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny your dazed and confused.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think I showed you what all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freak, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;I just have a healthy appetite for a black man whose strong endearing and god fearing.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, makes his own money doesn't try to make me feel like a dummy he's what I call yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't confident at what I could do who knew now you got yo mind blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you talking to me your close to getting the dial tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a jump off or a undercover ho&lt;br /&gt;All you need to know is that I'm no freak I just know who and what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-5956564025098825536?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/5956564025098825536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/joia-knows-what-she-likes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/5956564025098825536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/5956564025098825536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/joia-knows-what-she-likes.html' title='Joia Knows What She Likes!!!'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1582183891254358605</id><published>2010-04-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:13:13.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flew Away</title><content type='html'>Years kept us together&lt;br /&gt;distance kept us apart&lt;br /&gt;but I wouldve never thought you would let my love fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the unknown who are you?&lt;br /&gt;N my eyes the insecure and fear of a man whose impatience and settling took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me but how is that true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew you'll be an father to a child and not have it planned&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bigger and better man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding bells and white vails seemed right&lt;br /&gt;But that night I heard you say I have a child, I'm moving in awhile and not wit you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of me left and flew away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused and disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered are you strong enough to be my man? &lt;br /&gt;A true concern of how you'll survive with living a life full of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise your moving forward but now I doubt I come with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do, I don't know I'm lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say you loved me when your actions speak differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think how I would feel and deal with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quick all this happened that quick my love flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask how could you love me when it seems like your barely loving yourself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1582183891254358605?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1582183891254358605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/flew-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1582183891254358605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1582183891254358605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/flew-away.html' title='Flew Away'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7203436640539771863</id><published>2010-04-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:00:10.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia's Questions</title><content type='html'>I be at random places and of course questions come up so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like bad boys because they're huge softies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between friendly and flirting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more but didn't write them down!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7203436640539771863?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1348444229437685300</id><published>2010-01-20T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:31:29.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem  Unfinished</title><content type='html'>Dear Ms. Hard Knock Life&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t yo mama tell you not to eat at the expensive restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you went there anyway don’t get mad that the food was nasty and you wasted money.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t your intuition tell you to take things slow with that 90s baby so you wouldn’t get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Now that your hurt your intuition is saying let go but everything else is saying stay.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t your body say nourish me, embrace me and love me so then you automatically know when a man is doing the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;Why hold your tongue and make your soul weak&lt;br /&gt;Just speak and don’t hold back&lt;br /&gt;You may be naive but there are people who truly don’t have your best interest&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn’t see 100% of Joia J and ain’t trying to let his ass go&lt;br /&gt;You should listen to yourself more because you know yourself better than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Hard Knock Life why do you have to be so darn hardheaded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1348444229437685300?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1348444229437685300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/poem-unfinished.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1348444229437685300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1348444229437685300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/poem-unfinished.html' title='A Poem  Unfinished'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-3821898359935377771</id><published>2010-01-20T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:30:04.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions (More to come)</title><content type='html'>20 Questions for the relationship I aint in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why call me all the damn time if you over me?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do I pick up knowing you won’t satisfy me with any good conversation?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why have multiple personalities and expect me to get along with all of them?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why not support a young black woman whose doing big things?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why play games just let her go if she’s wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;6. Why stay if you know he’s wasting your time?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why keep hiding your true feelings hoping they’ll catch on now or later&lt;br /&gt;8. Why ignore my feelings when I keep it 100&lt;br /&gt;9. Why act like your ashamed of me?&lt;br /&gt;10. Why even bother dealing with someone who acts like they’re ashamed of me?&lt;br /&gt;11. Why isn’t your major acting because you acted like we would be a great lasting couple. &lt;br /&gt;12. Why play with my emotions?&lt;br /&gt;13. Why I let  you play with my emotions?&lt;br /&gt;14. Why try to get jealous at the weirdest and dumbest times?&lt;br /&gt;15. Why come up with excuses to get off the phone?&lt;br /&gt;16. Why act like your so into someone else but blowing me up like I’m the other chick?&lt;br /&gt;17. Why not prove that your not what I thought ( a teenager who aint ready)?&lt;br /&gt;18. Why not believe that a chick really does have your best interest?&lt;br /&gt;19. Why not support her as she’s upcoming you’ll be truly rewarded in the future?&lt;br /&gt;20. If you don’t want to be bothered why not just let her ass go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-3821898359935377771?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3821898359935377771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/20-questions-more-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3821898359935377771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3821898359935377771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/20-questions-more-to-come.html' title='20 Questions (More to come)'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-6720824972370463691</id><published>2009-10-31T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:14:33.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I leave the southern life in almost a month. I'm past ready! After, my auntie passed away I knew that god worked in mysterious ways. This semester has truly been interesting. The first semester I've gotten no type of play from guys. Lames trying to holla or my past try to reconnect but I ain't going, I still have that chase where if I think a guy is worth I will try to pursue and get to know him better. This semester seems like guys ain't what I'm on. So I guess that means be patient and as people say clam my lil hot self down! I leave my school with questions, a bachelors and  tons of associates no true friends. Hmmm makes me think, I'm grateful I was able to go to college and I'm graduating. My own parents didn't go through four years straight so I did something good. It's just I'm wondering what is really going on. I am going to change my ways I still see somethings that I need to do different it's just now that I'm on my way to another chapter. I truly question what did I get being at U.A.P.B.???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-6720824972370463691?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6720824972370463691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6720824972370463691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6720824972370463691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-2372171633053112254</id><published>2009-09-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:50:43.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Let Go Repeats</title><content type='html'>I'm lookin at the front door, waitin on you&lt;br /&gt;2 see yo face&lt;br /&gt;Capture your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Each car drives by and I hope its you&lt;br /&gt;Each song I listen to I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Who knew you would impact me this way&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I needed you &lt;br /&gt;This summer alone your not there is that fair&lt;br /&gt;Now what&lt;br /&gt;Here dissapointed, lonely and sayin&lt;br /&gt;He don't want you no moe &lt;br /&gt;Let's go lil kitty kat &lt;br /&gt;No wonder I've been so afraid of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;My heart can be broken without the title&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's too late to be a fighter&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted I wonder does love even live here anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-2372171633053112254?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2372171633053112254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-let-go-repeats.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/2372171633053112254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/2372171633053112254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-let-go-repeats.html' title='Can&apos;t Let Go Repeats'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1307869773658820012</id><published>2009-07-21T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:06:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready!</title><content type='html'>For a long time I knew I wasn't ready to commit. I would think, so... does that mean I can't talk to other guys? I've been asked numerous times to be someone’s girl but yet you may not believe but I've never had a BOYFRIEND! &lt;br /&gt; Unless you want to count 8th grade and lets be serious that involved hugs and me just adoring his looks. I didn't feel special I just thought the title was so cool. It lasted a month and I broke up with him with the lame line, " It's me not you". &lt;br /&gt; Being committed to someone subconsciously I think I knew what I wanted and deserved but knew the guys in my life couldn't provide or sometimes wouldn't provide. So sometimes I did want the title and other times I ran. &lt;br /&gt; Now that I'm 22 that's all I desire. I want to be in a serious relationship with a guy who is on the same level as me. We are trying to make it in this world with a goal that WILL be accomplished. &lt;br /&gt; I know he is out there but I'm so impatient. I'm on the lookout. I want a relationship that I can learn from and grow from. Since the end of 2007, I've realized I want a relationship but would still run away or settle for a guy who just wasn't worth. I'm saying it I'm ready for a relationship! No more guys who ain't worth being in my life. NO more lying acting like I'm feeling him knowing I'm not and no more hoping we can get to the same page. I'm gone be real, honest, and bold I'm looking for a relationship, why because I'm finally READY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1307869773658820012?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1307869773658820012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1307869773658820012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1307869773658820012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Ready!'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-6645415090314722352</id><published>2009-07-05T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:19:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia Wants What!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SlGJOfPoScI/AAAAAAAAADE/M7zXde_s_gs/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SlGJOfPoScI/AAAAAAAAADE/M7zXde_s_gs/s200/Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355212313918458306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I dreamed of Mr. Editor, (had a crush on him because of his love of Journalism), he kissed me oh so gently but it was so passionate I melted. He left and then came back shirtless. What did that dream mean? &lt;br /&gt;Dreammoods.com said that kiss denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. Whatever that means all I know is I’ve been questioning what do I really want from a companion. It’s so… easy to name the dislikes but way challenging to name the likes, well here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Passion. The last three guys I met this year were passionate about something. I just adore a guy who is strongly passionate about something because that shows that we relate on being passionate about our strengths. We have hunger to learn more and to be better at something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A friend. That is so… important to me. I want to be able to confide in a guy after I’ve had a long day or I feel like something isn’t right. He is there to let me vent and also give me encouraging words. No I don’t need a guy to agree to my every last word. I need him to be honest and real. Tell me like it is and give me your opinion. I want to be able to trust him and know that he has my back because I know I’ll ride for a cat if I know he has my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Unique, I have this personality where I just know you will not meet a chick like me!! (arrogant=just a little bit) I have a unique name, look and I don’t mind not following the crowd. So I think having a guy who is unique as me we’ll get along just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LOOKS! I know people say looks aren’t everything but they are truly lying. If you ever look at someone and you question how did I get him or why am I settling for this, then you know what I’m talking about. I’ve only experienced that one time and till this day I look at him and think man he had some charm. Now I can blog for days about a mans look I just might in another blog but I like a man who has swag. Which means to me, you can tell he is confident in his look and once you get to know him know that it wasn’t a show he was putting on for you. He carries him self in a respective way. His style is what he likes FUCK what every one else says. If he makes it look good then he has it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Music Knowledge. I want to be a music journalist. I’ve been blessed to have parents who are into real music and taught me the difference between good music and music to just dance or entertain. I learned to love the lyrics and understand what the artists was trying to say. I learned earlier on what sampling was and couldn’t believe how much people just recycle and keep sampling. I just love when a guy knows about different artists or put me on different songs that aren’t out now. That has always been intriguing to me and doesn’t just listen to the stereotypical music. He listen to all kinds and isn’t ashamed. He has to be on point and have some curiosity. Not going with the trend he has an ear for good music and learned how to downplay the rest. I may dance to it and download it but I won’t embrace the musician or say that musician is producing quality music. I hope my companion feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Romance &amp; Want! This is something I’ve desired for a minute, I’ll say since my first sexual partner. He was romantic and I could tell he was into me. It wasn’t even like a lot of romance. Examples, we walked to Subway and he was trying to carry me on his back but yeah that wasn’t working out. He bought me a sandwich and he had a drink and we shared it. The next day I went to his room which he cleaned up and wanted to feed me noodles (yeah we were broke) and I brought the kool aid jammers. We watched a movie and discussed on guys wearing Levi jeans and how people in California or way… ahead of the game in fashion. As you see I remember our nights together like it was yesterday. I want a guy to want me all the time. We may have different schedules but we make time to be with each other. We do things with each other. We explore the world together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it the rest I’ll work with. I do know what I’m asking for is realistic. I may said this before but I met three guys this year who had me with their personalities. The two guys were feeling me so… much they made future plans going so… fast and not giving us time to learn each other. I know what I can offer but finding a guy who is ready to deal with a strong minded, stubborn at times, determined, passionate journalist may be a serious challenge. He’s out there I know he is and I can’t say I’m looking. I think it’ll be best if I just play it cool like I did with the other guys. I can’t say the purpose of those guys in my life but I would have to say god was telling me he is out there. Those guys had insecurities and that’s fine I’m just glad I met them. India Arie said it best, “cause there’s a blessin in every lesson and I’m glad that I knew him at all.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-6645415090314722352?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6645415090314722352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joia-wants-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6645415090314722352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6645415090314722352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joia-wants-what.html' title='Joia Wants What!'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SlGJOfPoScI/AAAAAAAAADE/M7zXde_s_gs/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-5170049998160561283</id><published>2009-07-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:07:51.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>My dear it’s easily said then done&lt;br /&gt;My journey of hard knock life hasn’t just begun&lt;br /&gt;I never feel like I’ve won a decent friend, a real lover or even a life without obstacles that I question on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Fear has always been a pain that I don’t wanna face&lt;br /&gt;I’ll think is my life a disgrace or why god put me in this place but as I got older I’ve realized that fear is taking over me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding so much in and keep embracing negative ways as it takes over me.&lt;br /&gt;Fear has held me too long.&lt;br /&gt;I’m done I got a life to live and I’m done with fear taking over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-5170049998160561283?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/5170049998160561283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/07/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/5170049998160561283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/5170049998160561283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/07/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7212236652932552241</id><published>2009-06-29T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:14:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get recognized or at least appreciated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkmQ9c2MDoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mPZSLnIjx7s/s1600-h/Arkansawyer+%26+Staff+2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352969017496440450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkmQ9c2MDoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mPZSLnIjx7s/s320/Arkansawyer+%26+Staff+2+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkmPljwQIII/AAAAAAAAACs/qYKUoFzBJTg/s1600-h/sidne+xmas+288.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; I was co-editor of my school newspaper there were certain things I wanted to achieve; being a leader that was respected, appreciated for my work, and getting some recognition/praise of my capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Going to UAPB I wanted to graduate knowing that I would come out with an idea of my strengths and how to get better at my weaknesses. I’m a senior and graduating from UAPB in December and the most recognition I’ve gotten while being at UAPB was from a known journalist from the St. Louis Post Dispatch and a new instructor who just came to my Mass Communications department. I didn’t think I was a good writer, lacking assurance and confidence. I didn’t know I had a natural talent to be on the radio. I’ve always listened to the radio. Going to Chicago that was one of the first things I still do to this day because it’s so entertaining. The television is something I hardly watch when I’m up there unless I must see a favorite show of mine. All I really want is to be recognized for what I’m trying to do. Be a beautiful, black journalist with a strong attitude, a fun personality, and capture the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to grad school to get what I think I didn’t get at UAPB. I’m not dumb and for someone reason people lie in my face, don’t help me without an excuse or give me advice that I know can’t benefit me. It’s not painful, it’s disappointing because all I want is to be helped along my journey of learning journalism and its field. I don’t want to cry. I want to scream and say that’s fine I see you don’t have my back so I must pray, remain strong and still get my goals accomplished. At the end of the day, what will make me content is for people to recognize, what I am trying to say. Readers understand my feelings as an individual and read upon things that you didn’t know about.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for the moment when a reader comes up to me and say what u wrote was wonderful. My blog story UAPB Undiscovered rapper check it out. I still have the message in my phone of Jamal saying how much he loved the story. It’s work that I’m proud of and still have so much to learn, trust. I just don’t understand how discouragement seems so easy then encouragement and at the end of the day can I just be recognized and appreciated for what I am trying to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7212236652932552241?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7212236652932552241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i-get-recognized-or-at-least.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7212236652932552241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7212236652932552241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i-get-recognized-or-at-least.html' title='Can I get recognized or at least appreciated?'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkmQ9c2MDoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mPZSLnIjx7s/s72-c/Arkansawyer+%26+Staff+2+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7155397469942843845</id><published>2009-06-26T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:27:06.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkVLLOPVJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/OhgzrsNI1oM/s1600-h/Joias+Sammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351766388372743554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkVLLOPVJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/OhgzrsNI1oM/s320/Joias+Sammie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I listen to Sammie “Slow” I realize how much I’m really feeling this dude now, it’s crazy to me! I watch his Utream and he is so cool, naturally funny, and you can tell he’s a real dude. I seem to find the celebrity guys more interesting than reality. I talk to guys and they seem fake. They have BIG dreams but haven’t started the process to make it actually come true. I wondered, why the men I attract are afraid of a strong young woman as myself; who is determined to get what she wants. Slowly I come across young men who I always desired and I lose myself in disbelief. I try not to move fast because I want to make sure they’re not putting on a front and we never get to make it to the next step due to their insecurities. So I go back to my fantasy world wishing Trey Songz see my beautiful face and body and get motivated. A love song he made and all the girls are singing cause of me. Sammie says he wants a girl who can cook a meal. What does he want? I got him and not because I’m from the south. I’m from Illinois. I love to eat myself and wanna feed myself so I was taught how. Plus, living in a dorm I got home sick and wanted to eat home cooked meals so I learned what my mama would cook for me. I used to say I was happier loving, dreaming, and fantasizing about Bow Wow then talking to guys. I can’t stand drama and couldn’t stand the nonsense guys brought. I just think its funny how my celebrity fantasy seems more fulfilling then the reality I’m in with these young men who just can’t bring romance, friendship, and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7155397469942843845?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7155397469942843845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantasy-vs-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7155397469942843845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7155397469942843845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantasy-vs-reality.html' title='Fantasy vs. Reality'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SkVLLOPVJYI/AAAAAAAAACk/OhgzrsNI1oM/s72-c/Joias+Sammie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-7398704816091568823</id><published>2009-06-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:11:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teedra Moses The Truth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SjHplsnPPRI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wvq0z9ut4J0/s1600-h/Joias+fav+ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346311066505657618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SjHplsnPPRI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wvq0z9ut4J0/s200/Joias+fav+ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My junior year in high school. I heard singer Teedra Moses for the first time and loved her song “Be Your Girl”. I saw her video and thought she was so beautiful with deep lyrics. I found out she had an album and bought it. I fell in love with the album and is my top album to date. My senior year Teedra Moses album “Complex Simplicity” was listened to everyday when getting ready for school and while whining down when I got home. Her album truly got me through my senior year. Her lyrics were so emotional. She had love songs, heartbreak songs, independent songs and the love for her mother who passed away. I learned the lyrics to every song on the album and could listen to the album all the way through. I never understood why she didn’t get the success she deserved but in my eyes she’s an incredible musician. My dream is to one day meet her and co write with her and write my own song for her even though she doesn’t like to sing other writers work.&lt;br /&gt;Teedra Moses was born and raised in New Orleans but later moved to Los Angeles. She was the daughter of a gospel singer Shirley Moses, so music has always been in her life. At first she was a wardrobe assistant for celebrities such as Kelis and Will Smith. After a accident she decided to focus on her music career. She wrote for artists Mary J. Blige and Nivea and came out with her own album. “Complex Simplicity” which didn’t have much commercial success but her album was successful for an independent album. She wrote most of the songs and singer Ne-Yo helped co write a few. She once stated in an interview that it’s hard to sing a song that she didn’t write because it is hard for her to find the emotion. She doesn’t know exactly where that individual was coming from when they wrote it. That is why Moses always writes her own music and it’s easy for her to write for others. She was due to come out with an album “The Young Lioness” this year but the dates seems to keep getting pushed back. She did come out with mixtapes in 04, 07, and 08. If you ever want to purchase her mixtapes they can be purchased at her myspace page http://www.myspace.com/teedramoses. The mother of twins, she still travels around performing and writing and is suppose to debut acting in a film portraying radio host, Wendy Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-7398704816091568823?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7398704816091568823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/teedra-moses-truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7398704816091568823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/7398704816091568823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/teedra-moses-truth.html' title='Teedra Moses The Truth!'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SjHplsnPPRI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wvq0z9ut4J0/s72-c/Joias+fav+ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-6994055913574358273</id><published>2009-06-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:31:14.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecco Gladiator Sandals Meant 4 Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SjHoDAPiBgI/AAAAAAAAACM/QL9ZZOsXrPA/s1600-h/Joias+dream+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346309370967885314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SjHoDAPiBgI/AAAAAAAAACM/QL9ZZOsXrPA/s320/Joias+dream+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wearing a leg brace I don’t get the luxury of wearing cute flip flops. I can barely wear sandals with the back out or sandals with strings that you tie up your leg. I did discover my sophomore year in college, gladiator sandals. I saw a pair in New York for five dollars. They were silver that you zipped up in the back. I felt so pretty and yet they were so fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;This year during Easter I fell in love again with some vision gladiator sandals by Ecco. They had a comfy sole that was great for your feet and could work with my leg brace. The price was affordable being at only $100. I said when I come home from school those shoes were going to be the first thing I was going to buy. Going back to the store not only was the price 30 dollars more the shoes were still there, in the front, as soon as you walked in. I tried them on and was so disappointed. I had only $100 and wasn’t prepared to put out 30 more dollars. I left the store pondering if I really wanted to pay that much for some sandals.&lt;br /&gt;Going online to see if I could find a price lower was impossible. They are so popular because they’re stylish and are good for the feet. Ecco has a reputation for creating shoes that are fashionable but also good for a person’s foot.&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator sandals have been in style for a while now. They are very versatile and come in different shapes, colors, and of course sizes. They can be wore from early spring till late fall. They go with almost anything and can be very comfortable for a female. They have comfortable straps that can be loosened or tighter for the foot. Theses shoes add edge to an outfit but also show beautiful feet in all directions. This shoe is meant for every kind of woman and so affordable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-6994055913574358273?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6994055913574358273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ecco-gladiator-sandals-meant-4-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6994055913574358273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/6994055913574358273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ecco-gladiator-sandals-meant-4-me.html' title='Ecco Gladiator Sandals Meant 4 Me!'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SjHoDAPiBgI/AAAAAAAAACM/QL9ZZOsXrPA/s72-c/Joias+dream+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-2839037055601756360</id><published>2009-05-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:34:24.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Smoking on UAPB Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzwnHvDVII/AAAAAAAAACE/Eft8UZAdFjs/s1600-h/No+smoking++bitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335904213409158274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzwnHvDVII/AAAAAAAAACE/Eft8UZAdFjs/s320/No+smoking++bitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzwA1KQQgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4IPpQFprSSc/s1600-h/No+smoking++bitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of Jan 1, 2008, the UAPB campus enforced the non- smoking policy for students, faculty, and guests.&lt;br /&gt;Administrative Coordinator of Student Affairs, Elbert Bennett said, “We plan to enforce the policy immediately. I think it’s a good idea, health problems are a big issue, the rising cost with health care, and agencies are more health conscious for non- smoking in state buildings.”&lt;br /&gt;There will be no smoking on any of UAPBs grounds or there will be consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Smoking is not intelligent because the students look up to the teachers, smoking is bad and dangerous. Teachers set bad examples for the students,” sophomore, Tyquan Walton said. Faculty will be fined as well, if caught smoking. The fine follows, if caught within the dormitory, a warning. If repeated offense, students will be removed from the dorm. If caught smoking on campus grounds, probation for the first offense and can lead to being expelled. “Students will have to comply with the rules,” Bennett said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If violated you will be breaking an Arkansas law. Violating the Arkansas law will be a serious consequence. UAPB is part of the states property,” Dean of Student Life, Dean Crumblin. The area where non smoking is enforced includes University Drive, Reeker Street to L.A. “Prexy” Davis Drive to the stadium down Watson Boulevard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-2839037055601756360?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2839037055601756360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-smoking-on-uapb-campus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/2839037055601756360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/2839037055601756360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-smoking-on-uapb-campus.html' title='No Smoking on UAPB Campus'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzwnHvDVII/AAAAAAAAACE/Eft8UZAdFjs/s72-c/No+smoking++bitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-8322367023595733011</id><published>2009-05-14T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:24:46.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joia Discoveres Transportation for Disabled-Elderly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzuU7CSUVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/08xnKaBfgfU/s1600-h/SEAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335901701739270482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzuU7CSUVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/08xnKaBfgfU/s320/SEAT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southeast Arkansas Transportation (SEAT) is a rural transit project of area agency on aging of Southeast Arkansas; it’s a free non-profit organization. With five customer service representatives, two schedulers, one who validates (handling the money), and customer service manager, Sharon Sanders, this agency provides daily transportation for the elderly and disabled.&lt;br /&gt;In 1993, the company started serving the public. It was meant for rural areas and people who didn’t have means or ways to get to common places. Similar to the city public transportation system but more convenient for people who have important places to go and a specific time. Most of the time the service is used for doctor appointments. SEAT started with only three or four vans now currently has over 100. The service makes about 1,000 trips daily. Most states do usually provide the same services, communicating with your local Medicaid provider will help you find further information.&lt;br /&gt;The agency refers case managers for elderly who need more assistance, build ramps within their location for easier mobility for inbound elders, the agency provides home meals. Also, the agency helps the elderly or disables live life by going to centers for activities.&lt;br /&gt;Each year, two fundraisers are held to provide more money for the agency. The end of this month the agency will have a fish tournament to help pay for the meals on wheels service. In June, theirs also a golf tournament to raise money.&lt;br /&gt;To use SEAT you need a valid Medicaid card. Call within a 48 hour notice providing valid address and certain destination. This agency doesn’t run on the weekends. The agency covers 10 counties, the southeastern part of Arkansas. Going to Little Rock and back round-trip is $20 just remember, that during leisure activity, you’ll leave when the van leaves Little Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Drivers and customer service representatives are to provide good service. The drivers are to help people inside and out of their locations. The driver must be timely and people are worry free about getting to and from certain areas. The agency is to provide a pleasant and polite service. The representatives deal with people who may not be in the best manner. They have to remain calm, patient and easygoing. Dealing with conflicts that others may have started. An example is when there is missed appointments or miscommunication on pickup. The joy of working with the callers is their happiness and fun experience interacting with the customers.&lt;br /&gt;SEAT provides an outlet for the elderly and disabled people. The agency is willing to take a person wherever they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;I personally got the hands on experience on how to schedule an appointment. The representatives created their own ways to write the time the call was taken, the particular driver and thick packet filled with the date and time for the particular time and from their destination each driver has a number so they can be reached if miscommunication happens or ready for pickup. While dealing with the rude customers they’re told to hang up. They’re humans to and can only take so much from the customers. If the person calls back with misconduct, Sanders, customer service manager, deals with them personally and resolves the conflict. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-8322367023595733011?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/8322367023595733011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/05/joia-discoveres-transportation-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/8322367023595733011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/8322367023595733011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/05/joia-discoveres-transportation-for.html' title='Joia Discoveres Transportation for Disabled-Elderly'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SgzuU7CSUVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/08xnKaBfgfU/s72-c/SEAT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-704328214668226485</id><published>2009-05-13T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:39:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Questiions for UAPB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/Sgr3s-ZUJQI/AAAAAAAAABM/qmZCOgIOzuY/s1600-h/sidne+xmas+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335349060609254658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/Sgr3s-ZUJQI/AAAAAAAAABM/qmZCOgIOzuY/s320/sidne+xmas+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can anyone really predict Pine Bluff’s weather?&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone attend the Spring Gospel Explosion?&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the explosion were they kind of disappointed it wasn’t like the one in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;How many UAPB girls have their nails done professionally?&lt;br /&gt;How many upcoming rappers, poets, authors, and fashion pros does UAPB yard really have?&lt;br /&gt;How do UAPB students say they broke but have the latest cell phones and gear on?&lt;br /&gt;How many UAPB students skip class more than they actually attend class?&lt;br /&gt;Why do students say they dislike UAPB yet wears UAPB paraphernalia promoting UAPB?&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/8341088289287285874-704328214668226485?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/704328214668226485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-questiions-for-uapb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/704328214668226485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/704328214668226485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-questiions-for-uapb.html' title='Funny Questiions for UAPB'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/Sgr3s-ZUJQI/AAAAAAAAABM/qmZCOgIOzuY/s72-c/sidne+xmas+145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-3188311955194472409</id><published>2009-04-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:16:00.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Wow New Jack City II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SfiYzJElDgI/AAAAAAAAABE/18dDoAwKVJ8/s1600-h/bow+wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330178163368857090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SfiYzJElDgI/AAAAAAAAABE/18dDoAwKVJ8/s320/bow+wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bow Wow’s “New Jack City II” is his 7th album and he reunited once again with father figure, mentor and known producer, Jermaine Dupri.&lt;br /&gt;Bow Wow hails from Columbus, Ohio but due to his career moved to Atlanta and now resides in L.A Both Atl and L.A. have some influence on his album from the alter ego Lamborghini Moss to the way he’s talking about fame and flash. By the album you can tell how Bow Wow is trying to be Soulja Boy’s big brother.&lt;br /&gt;The single that’s all on the radio is “You Can Get It All” featuring Johnta Austin. For the young heads who didn’t know, he sampled T.L.C’s. song “Baby, Baby, Baby” and it’s amazing since that song was so popular, in the early 90s. The song has a corny vibe and sounds like Bow Wow is trying to claim his status as an adult with slight, vulgar rap.&lt;br /&gt;That brings to mind the degrading song “Pole In My Basement,” the song has an Atl vibe but can Bow Wow really afford a dancer or does he want his ego stroked? You’ll find yourself singing the hook not realizing how non relevant the song really is.&lt;br /&gt;“She’s My,” featuring T-Pain, is the best song, on the album because it has some of the charming lyrics from the original song, “Tenderoni” by Bobby Brown. T-Pain basically takes over the song and possibly since it’s so catchy it could be the next single. You could sing this sweet song in public and not be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;“Get That Paper” and “What They Call Me” featuring T.I. is funny because it sounds like Bow Wow is trying to prove how tough he is and he got the rap game on lock? Good rap shouldn’t be a competition. It’s just something people can relate to and I doubt anyone can.&lt;br /&gt;“Roc The Mic” is a song describing how Bow Wow and Jermanie Dupri appreciate their relationship. It has Slick Rick’s song “La Di Da Di” in the background. It’s has an 80’s vibe, fans of Bow Wow would love it! “Sunshine” is annoying and sampling the song “These Boots Are Made For Walking” which makes it non appealing to true hip hop fans. “Like This” is a song that is young Bow Wow, something little girls would sing. “I Ain’t Playing” featuring Trey Songz and “Shake It” featuring Swizz Beatsz, may have heavy hitters featured but they can’t carry Bow Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Even though Bow Wow is an adult cussing on every song and talking about the glamorous life as a rapper, it doesn’t seem to bring any humbleness to his music. Hopefully, on the next album he’ll learn what audience he’s trying to reach, adults or the teens. Also, sampling is putting a personal spin on the original song someone should’ve called Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8341088289287285874-3188311955194472409?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3188311955194472409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/04/bow-wow-new-jack-city-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3188311955194472409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/3188311955194472409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/04/bow-wow-new-jack-city-ii.html' title='Bow Wow New Jack City II'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SfiYzJElDgI/AAAAAAAAABE/18dDoAwKVJ8/s72-c/bow+wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341088289287285874.post-1005901960953713007</id><published>2009-04-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:41:54.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UAPB's uNdiscovered rapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SeztJP3iOZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/O_h_63sOhXk/s1600-h/Jamal+Q..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326893202406521234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SeztJP3iOZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/O_h_63sOhXk/s320/Jamal+Q..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamal Quezaire (aka Zaire pronounced Zi-ear) is an inspiring rap artist whose passion involves everything from rapping, producing, songwriting, and composing music. The broadcast journalism major is a senior from Detroit. He has a promising career already opening for well known rap artists such as Plies, Trina, Nas, and on June 13, Ice Cube.&lt;br /&gt;Zaire started writing rhymes at 12 and made beats at 14.&lt;br /&gt;“It was my outlet to express myself. My mom listened to Lenny Kravitz and her music is really diverse from Biggie to Jazz. Growing up I heard all genres of music; that’s why I come up with all kinds of sounds.”&lt;br /&gt;Zaire isn’t the typical rapper. His style is different from today’s radio and video airplay.&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t stamp a genre of hip hop on me,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;Rappers Wale and Kid Cudi are rap hipsters and B.O.B is compared to rapper Andre 3000 then there are mixtape rappers such as Cory Gunz.&lt;br /&gt;“The dilemma is should I be myself and risk nobody liking me or be like everyone else, it’s unfortunate.”&lt;br /&gt;Rap artists like Tupac and Eminem you may have never met them but through their music you know all about them from their children to their moms. Zaire music is more personal and emotional than a lot of what rappers rhyme now.&lt;br /&gt;“A lot of artist do not show vulnerability. I’m real, I show all sides.”&lt;br /&gt;Being a rapper in today’s society either you are commercial or underground. Zaire is more interested in touching people with his rap then rapping about anything.&lt;br /&gt;“Somebody sent me a text message explaining they were in tears, my song was heartfelt. When first rapping you really don’t think that’ll happen being able to touch people and getting respect.”&lt;br /&gt;Zaire may be known across seas as well as other cities in the states but a lot of UAPB students aren’t aware of his talent.&lt;br /&gt;“The reason the yard don’t know about me is cause of me, now I’m low key and I haven’t been promoting myself. Any kind of business you have you gotta have a target audience and I don’t rap like what a lot of students listen to.”&lt;br /&gt;Even though UAPB’s yard isn’t buzzing about Zaire this past February he went to a TJ’s DJ’s music conference in Florida. The conference is filled with recording labels, rappers showcasing their talent and established rappers.&lt;br /&gt;“Mike Payne and I did the beat battle and placed first, winning 16 hours at Laylow Studios, a radio interview and a free web design on MySpace,” he said. Also, his music is on two different mixtapes over seas; DJ Steelo from Japan and DJ Style Loop from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest issue is how does an inspiring rapper who is on the path to success make college his first priority.&lt;br /&gt;“I try hard as I can and try to keep up with my studies and other stuff that comes up.”&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, Zaire plans to keep producing, rapping and writing music. He’s already written for one of Missy Elliot’s artist Tanesha Scott. Zaire wants people who listen to his music to remember to be open minded. “It’s not ordinary music it’s art. Take time to listen to it. I feel like I’m from another planet.”&lt;br /&gt;To check out Zaire go to his MySpace page myspace.com/zairemusik.com or facebook him Jamal Quezaire. Look for his album, The Journey, fall 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8341088289287285874-1005901960953713007?l=poeticjoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1005901960953713007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/04/uapbs-undiscovered-rapper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1005901960953713007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8341088289287285874/posts/default/1005901960953713007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticjoia.blogspot.com/2009/04/uapbs-undiscovered-rapper.html' title='UAPB&apos;s uNdiscovered rapper'/><author><name>The Young, Gifted and Black Journalist Joia J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11798320547086692748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/TC2Uz5CuuGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xw_nA3Z6qe8/S220/Joias+Camera+Kodak+076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_274lKJ_R0lM/SeztJP3iOZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/O_h_63sOhXk/s72-c/Jamal+Q..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
