What is your favorite style of dancing?

I personally like the styles of....

Soukous:

Salsa: 

and of course…

Stepping:

What is your favorite?

How did you become familiar with the style?

Perhaps One Day...

Conversing Caziah's Favorites: Music~ Who Are You Listening To?!!

My hairstylist asked me during my styling session, what type of music do I like.

When I told her I like a bit of everything. She asked to hear a bit of my favorites.  

*Chuckles*

 My closest friends KNOW this absolutely one of my FAVORITE topics to converse.

 I  LOVE music. 

I fucking LOVE music with all my soul. 

Music is such a huge part of my life because as an visual artist, I have to music to keep my mood amp up during my painting frenzies. I do love R&B, Soul, Rock and Funk. I even like a little Metal but what gets my fire going is EXPERIMENTAL music. 

Here's a few  my favorite artists and songs currently.

In the comments tell me what are you listening to?

J*Daveyhttp://jdaveybaby.com/

Youandewan

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Youandewan 

Jamiroquaihttp://www.facebook.com/pages/Jamiroquai
I fucking LOVE Jamiroquai!!
This is some of their older work but still fucking rocks my socks! 

Siahttp://siamusic.net/

Flying Lotus 
http://flying-lotus.com/

Conversing Caziah's Favorites: Blogs ~ People I Follow Online/(Labels: Are you um, mentally ill?!)

I am silent supporter of several blogs.

*Chuckles*

Something I need to do is comment on the postings of my favorite bloggers but sometimes I don't know what to say unless I because I can be a bit chatty on topics that interest me. However, I think when credit and respect is due, you should encourage and support someone.

*HEARTY LAUGHTER*

* But-ta-rah*

The last time I commented on blogger's posting it lead them to ask me if I had Asperger Syndrome,  because I jump through topics quickly, 
which really hurt my feelings. 

I called my partner and best friend to ask them if I had any traits of Asperger.

 *I know, dramatic right? 

I  do have a mental illness and it's my fear that I will develop others as I aged or there is 
one that has not been recognized. 
Needless, to say I stop commenting on blogs because of the comment made. 

So it is  bit awkward for me to converse with new individuals these days.

 *I like to read people to understand how I can approach them. I design a game plan in my head how to hide my thoughts and personality. Something, my partner tells me to stop doing, just be my awkward self. People will accept me or they won't. I am not a defective because I am chatty and awkward.

My BEST friend echoes this to me as well. :)

My friend "Joe" said in the years to come "everyone" will be recognized as having a mental illness because it's very common and overlooked. *He has a longer explanation scientific reason for this but I don't have all the verbiage.*

So I have a wonderful support system that loves me and understands my awkwardness.

WHO CARES IF I SOUND LIKE A FRAZZLED BUBBLY BEING RIGHT? *Side eye* Right?

 I am really shy around certain topics like, coughs, conversing about myself. The internet allows me to slowly place my thoughts in order to come across fluent and sounded. (pun intended). Things that I am not when I am EXCITED or NERVOUS.

I used to just be OVERLY goofy and silly to mask my personality a bit. I was known for being the goof ball but now I am not so much of a goof ball anymore I'm actually more relaxed .

No more hiding behind a lot

LAYERS

and personas,

alias/names,

 projects,

my friends,

 my partners

 and more layers.

Just plain ol' Caziah.

I think a combination of  surrounding myself around STRONG individuals. Usually people you can "eat" a lot wisdom from and very OPINIONATED, therapy, journaling/blogging, and LISTENING to myself has helped me reach this point to relax with just being me.

 Um, so where was you going with this Caziah? You are not following what you entitled this!

 Oh, so over the holiday break, I begin to look and examine why I like a lot of the following bloggers. Well, one I realized is that a lot the bloggers are like what I aspire to be: Comfortable in their own skin.

Here's my favorite bloggers list... *I do know some of them now... because they reached out to me. snickers

http://harriethampton.tumblr.com/

http://bitchlybizness.tumblr.com/

http://dwntn81det.tumblr.com/


http://www.intelsexualism.blogspot.com/

http://mimart.wordpress.com/

http://determinedcreature.wordpress.com/

http://xoxo-brosia.blogspot.com/

http://coreythecorey.tumblr.com/

http://theangryblackwoman.tumblr.com/

http://goddessglory.blogspot.com/

http://omsoul.blogspot.com/ ~

http://www.gabifresh.com

http://darkdaughta.blogspot.com
Thank you, Dark being such a light in my life. You are purely authentic and real. I love how you are sooooooooooooooo warm and welcoming!

Firecrackers: Shit People Say Movement

I know a lot people have read or seen this video. What are your thoughts on the lastest Youtube trend?

 What did you think of Chescaleigh's videos on Youtube

"See What Had Happen Was..."

I injured my shoulder.

Once again I blogging about a damn injury. I seem to have a trip the ER bi yearly or something. URGH... I called one of my good friends in Ohio and she responded: "Damn, you just need to hire a EMS to travel with you!" (pun intended)

I have a sling and some meds. I injured my the rotatory cuff in my right shoulder. How am I typing you may ask? Lending on my left shoulder while my right is in a sling. LOL Plus I am on meds.

Just dropping by to say hi and record yet another injury.

SMH

Please be my last one for a while.

My sling is UGLY so I am using my scarf. My dad has already yell at me so don't yell at me about it.

So I Used To Call Myself A Poet: I Used Crush On H.I.M

I was left in a trace after he spoke with a rhythmical beat

Moving me, moving the lust into passion into desire of curiosity to know him better

Spoken word really doesn’t fit him MC either

Although after each reading I do always heard

Saul-Jill-Mos-Ursula flow moving through my ears 

Words definitely made a thousand pictures of his  reality 

Our reality of Africans in this society 

Poetic chemistry 

His words felt like warmth of breath 

Kissing and caressing each part of me

Sensual, hard yet still soft

His flow moved me

Dizzy by how he impressed me 

Confused by what he gave me

Loving his creative energy

Sending me into a high school crush 

Not wanting to reveal because 

I am not a groupie or a hoochie trying to give up her coochie 

Maybe it was the fact 

I never had to the courage to admit 

I had thing for him since the very first day I laid my eyes on him

Maybe it was my chubby cheeks concealing my tongue 

Whatever it was 

I could bring myself to three simple words

I like you 

I'm digging you 

Sweaty palms and beads of sweat arise on the forehead 

At the very thought of telling the secret, which left wetness and blackberries harder than diamonds 

Sweeter than chocolate

Anxious, but not like Ginuwine 

Not wanting a ride on his pony but his company

With some conversing 

I might build up the courage to read this poem aloud 

To make my thoughts become feelings 

To make my invitation real 

Taking a chance at this 

Opening myself to the nudity of raw emotion 

Embracing the admiration of him