tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79520749500037064712024-03-13T15:30:50.584-04:00GOLDEN MINDxxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-41606697555011094992011-08-20T07:48:00.002-04:002011-08-20T07:54:19.623-04:00throwback<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-twveLUGZPt4VJ7k5u_32sEChYPyeToDD84d90jmOnERa54aXVnPQoWXaUeskc45TmIO4UroouXSUWggBDeoq2tl-Cx8M8ato-u0UBeNapSSY-a-95lZYG3Ws_uAKS0pS4dd2ElnubfU/s1600/131384093027816.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-twveLUGZPt4VJ7k5u_32sEChYPyeToDD84d90jmOnERa54aXVnPQoWXaUeskc45TmIO4UroouXSUWggBDeoq2tl-Cx8M8ato-u0UBeNapSSY-a-95lZYG3Ws_uAKS0pS4dd2ElnubfU/s400/131384093027816.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642904039734671618" /></a>so i logged onto facebook one day and i had a bunch of notifications waiting for me, all including a pic that was put up of me and comments that were left under it. so i go and click on the notification to see the pic and what pops up on the screen... the picture shown above... of me in the 1st grade.. LOL... i could not believe that someone actually dug it up and had the nerves to tag me.. its crazy looking back at how much you have grown. it makes you realize even more how fast time flies by and that time truly waits on no man. i can still remember the first grade like it was nothing. i remember ms. wein my first grade teacher. i remember all the work she had us do and how hard everyone thought her class was. growing up i always wanted to grow up. i always wanted to be older. first i couldn't wait until i was sixteen, then i couldn't wait until i was eighteen, then i couldn't wait until i was twenty one. now that i am about to be twenty three in nine days and time is just flying, i wish i was in the first grade all over again. i miss the days of being care free and not having to worry about anything at all. man i miss those days. xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-55317335381661304502011-08-20T07:11:00.003-04:002011-08-20T07:19:44.734-04:00Natural Look<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRnXyJ6CFQNgfdS7zbz8zpEGOtuMpajqbxY3V-3cbJXAj6sL7CZ4f4Hfe7BnYw8VaHHglqiRJ01BXKYCp-wh3SqtVAUGvw_LBg1gaQPf2uZ0flOqOFbpi3XUES5G-X31L7FRn5BLXH5g/s1600/228880_546602838456_208501898_31531943_1149926_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRnXyJ6CFQNgfdS7zbz8zpEGOtuMpajqbxY3V-3cbJXAj6sL7CZ4f4Hfe7BnYw8VaHHglqiRJ01BXKYCp-wh3SqtVAUGvw_LBg1gaQPf2uZ0flOqOFbpi3XUES5G-X31L7FRn5BLXH5g/s400/228880_546602838456_208501898_31531943_1149926_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642894760668578738" /></a>so ive been going natural for a little over four months now...and last week i decided to cut off what was left of my straight ends. i should have been cut off my straight ends because the breakage between my natural hair and processed hair was HORRIBLE!!! lol i was fooling myself talking about i just needed the extra hair for when i braid my hair up for weaving... but anyway so i finally cut my straight ends off and after four months of going natural this is what i am left with. surprisingly i love my hair alot more now than i thought i would... i am feeling the whole tiny fro thing. and i have been looking on natural hair sites and blogs for support. but my partner in this all is my twin she is going natural as well, actually she inspired me. she has been natural for about a year now and her hair is amazingly strong, long, and healthy. im trying to get like her. although we are both natural and are twins we have completely different hair textures. her hair is tightly coiled and when she wets it hers shrink, my hair on the other hand is soft and has absolutely no curl pattern, the picture above is my hair after i towel dried it coming out of the shower, no shrinkage, no nothing. i am excited about this journey and i will be posting a follow up picture in october to update you all. <div>
<br /></div><div>are any of you going natural? how do you feel about the process? your hair texture? leave me some feedback. </div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-10130618393384122842011-06-04T19:10:00.001-04:002011-06-04T19:11:39.997-04:00Loving Thy Self<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24155797?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/24155797">Dark Girls: Preview</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/bfrench">Bradinn French</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p> <div><br /></div><div>has anyone else seen this video...what are your thoughts on it? </div><div>i have alot to say but i will let you all speak first. </div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-14033987058829460922011-03-30T22:58:00.000-04:002011-03-30T22:59:33.412-04:00FAMU at it again<object width="448" height="374"><param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhTMdF7207lwErsw8e"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhTMdF7207lwErsw8e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>These FAMU bitches put no worth on their pussy...SMH </div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-55208610105957365082011-02-09T19:49:00.000-05:002011-02-09T19:50:30.509-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"praying for better days"</span></i></div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-67887347553592531282010-12-03T04:12:00.003-05:002010-12-03T09:57:37.432-05:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">is it possible to run out of tears? to have cried so much that you cant cry anymore?</span></b>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-21505051414372853832010-12-02T04:17:00.000-05:002010-12-02T04:18:08.129-05:00<object width="448" height="374"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhL1EMW035O24KLIlR"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhL1EMW035O24KLIlR" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed> </object><div>*fans self* raheem did his thang!</div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-14782776252878170372010-11-30T04:04:00.005-05:002010-11-30T04:29:27.585-05:00Lady or A Tramp<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">i am so tired of females walking around talking about "im a lady", "i carry myself like a lady", " a lady dont do this," and "a lady dont do that," and the best one yet.. "i am nothing like her, i carry myself as a lady"....... *PAUSE* fyi: just because you are of the female species that does not make you a lady. i dont even think that half the people walking around now a days know the true definition of a female. </span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i>a lady is defined as: A WOMAN WHO IS REFINED, POLITE, AND WELL- SPOKEN.</i></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>now unless you are refined, polite and well spoken, you can not consider yourself a lady</b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">a lady does not:</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>talk about other females in a negative connotation</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>get sloppy drunk</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>inflect pain or misery on other</b></span><b>s</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">&& a lady definitely does not FUCK EVERY DUDE SHE ENCOUNTERS!!!!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">now i dont know when it became lady like to spread your pussy thin. i dont care what year we are in and how much times have changed, it never was and never will be lady like to fuck mad dudes.. like who does that. and when did it become ok?!?!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">if you consider yourself a lady yet you sleeping with almost every nigga who spit game to you, reality check, you are not a lady you are a tramp. stop using the term "lady" loosely because clearly you dont know the true meaning behind the term. if you think it is okay to just give your body to different people then you have a problem. there is something inside of you so ugly that it has blinded you from your true worth. it irritates the hell out of me and makes me sick to see beautiful females treat THEMSELVES like trash. why would you? how dare you? Gods beautiful creation, and you treat YOURSELF like dirt.... SMH such a traged</span>y</b></div><div><b>you cant call yourself a lady when you make yourself readily available to EVERY dude you meet/encounter/talk to... that is not lady like</b></div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-53825260748888996442010-11-28T17:09:00.002-05:002010-11-28T17:10:38.810-05:00get naked!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2w_J_IoFiKSCiLDqzSB8pG6Jn4GxY1IPkup5NTUza_ZBBcGe5J03dG2LjOZKNYWuCLWcSWzJ6gbvvD0djz9omSvgc3w-0DUs7xQ3WHLGgiX2DCwXca_2QpxbseEzcf56iuYoGynbp3Zg/s1600/x2_390b5f4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2w_J_IoFiKSCiLDqzSB8pG6Jn4GxY1IPkup5NTUza_ZBBcGe5J03dG2LjOZKNYWuCLWcSWzJ6gbvvD0djz9omSvgc3w-0DUs7xQ3WHLGgiX2DCwXca_2QpxbseEzcf56iuYoGynbp3Zg/s400/x2_390b5f4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544726335930088034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">so this is how a queen b act?</div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-80774578068876618312010-11-09T00:47:00.002-05:002010-11-09T00:50:43.114-05:00self love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPcvu4_sT1peWzOjZ0jOTFhM06z_9j1nL4TZNXHZuRwIJE6YejVIuidoAEeAFLnQuQ52zNzvpeAO_HykWfr0gM5E2LtbAqOOfwH8n2HY0odHZvpjDFpUcrue-FN-yZwSSHeXQMmFPvlg/s1600/asia+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPcvu4_sT1peWzOjZ0jOTFhM06z_9j1nL4TZNXHZuRwIJE6YejVIuidoAEeAFLnQuQ52zNzvpeAO_HykWfr0gM5E2LtbAqOOfwH8n2HY0odHZvpjDFpUcrue-FN-yZwSSHeXQMmFPvlg/s400/asia+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537422909132994338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">my beauty is undefined </span></span></b></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">my worth is priceless </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">i dont need anyone to define who i am</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I KNOW WHAT RESIDES IN ME!</span></i></span></b></span></div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-78002882950854213402010-11-02T10:37:00.004-04:002010-11-02T10:44:39.720-04:00Vote<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVIMADbdXFKaMUnEoYgVUeG9wDon723OOcDC9dUCU1bMlCWihboIv-whUCVwT2N4eR743zU2zM-pCnWA3to005MffiN706pvIinbju_NJP9Fvf_STqSZyIKO9469rzaCp6IsbQGaUZAKg/s1600/ysC8hErdczz.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVIMADbdXFKaMUnEoYgVUeG9wDon723OOcDC9dUCU1bMlCWihboIv-whUCVwT2N4eR743zU2zM-pCnWA3to005MffiN706pvIinbju_NJP9Fvf_STqSZyIKO9469rzaCp6IsbQGaUZAKg/s400/ysC8hErdczz.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534963027515955714" /></a><br />everyone please go out and vote today. you have no say in the state of our nation if you do not vote. you all helped elect President Obama so dont say that you're vote wont count. it will. lets make a difference today. right now, go out and vote. polls are open from 7 am till 7 pm.. <div>if you go to <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/mpl?moduleurl=http://maps.google.com/mapfiles/mapplets/elections/voter-info/voter-info.xml">http://maps.google.com/vote</a></span></i></b></span></span><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/mpl?moduleurl=http://maps.google.com/mapfiles/mapplets/elections/voter-info/voter-info.xml"> </a> it will tell you your polling stations location and all necessary information. not knowing the candidates is not an excuse. like i said polls are open till 7 pm, that is ample time to do your research. stop the excuses and go vote.. love you all. stay blessed. xoxo </div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-91922035733354617972010-10-29T12:42:00.003-04:002010-10-29T12:53:16.531-04:00Words from my sissy poo<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"the same way you be dealing with everybody else you need to sit that nigger down and put him in his place, you need to be sturn.. but thats what happen when you start a cycle and idc what you say, because what i am saying to you is the truth...and i wouldnt talk to you if i did not LOVE you. see, you are a college educated woman, what were you doing picking up this hoodrat in the first place...i know the heart wants what the heart wants but you need to tame that shit and think about other factors... he had a record way before yall even hooked up you had no business. dont be mad with what i am saying but now that this shit has hit the roof i can say what i want to say because that door could have easily been your face... come on this shit is ridiculous</span></i></b><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and the more im talking about it the more upset im getting...i swear i dont know if you like the drama, the up and down, or is this what some folks call "hood love" but you WILL go on TIMEOUT if you pick this NIGGER back up again and I am serious, you need to call tmobile and block his number from your phone." </span></i></b></div><div> im always in control.. i always have full control over my life and everything around me, when did i lose my grasp on things... im the rock in my family, the one person everyone turns to and now my sister is giving me advice and telling me about myself when im the one that usually does all the talking.. i feel like its all out of my hands..</div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-2951640358412107752010-10-29T12:42:00.000-04:002010-10-29T12:42:38.211-04:00I Know Who I Am<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GB3EXXAYqQs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GB3EXXAYqQs?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GB3EXXAYqQs?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-71426446384994212972010-10-29T03:12:00.003-04:002010-10-29T03:18:41.860-04:00fuck the police<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-4txnZiBeNEoLeIMk3rZjvha3ALHFy4C9aJmVjIlS11Bb5Q2N-PVp-EpNSwXqleyW_y4mUR8ztuZYUvMPUAeXkrAwUs80YAyS40V9yX-IufIdQevX8w2RQt913LArEvgOmL3vCPrpeY/s1600/door_broken_xlarge.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-4txnZiBeNEoLeIMk3rZjvha3ALHFy4C9aJmVjIlS11Bb5Q2N-PVp-EpNSwXqleyW_y4mUR8ztuZYUvMPUAeXkrAwUs80YAyS40V9yX-IufIdQevX8w2RQt913LArEvgOmL3vCPrpeY/s400/door_broken_xlarge.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533363557995630738" /></a><br />so my ex just kicked down my door at one o'clock in the morning, and the police said there is nothing that they can do about it because they did not see him do it (apparently they have to witness a crime being committed), and two because it is a misdemeanor...soooooo basically they are telling me that next time he can kick down my door, beat my ass, and dip and there is nothing they can do about it because they didn't witness it themselves... BULLSHIT!!!! <div>everytime i decide to move on his pulls a stunt like this...im soooo fucking over it.. what the fuck is the police for if they cant fucking serve and protect..isnt that what they are supposed to do?!?! shit last time i checked thats what they pledge... </div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-76250617643834127822010-10-05T07:18:00.004-04:002010-10-05T07:37:38.946-04:00i can see the finish line<div style="text-align: left;">sorry all ive been mia from blogging lately but a sista been busy with school, tutoring, naacp, chemistry lab, biology, lab, study sessions, and no sleep.. simply put.. A SISTA TRYING TO GRADUATE..... i cant wait for the day when i finally have my bachelors degree in hand, its been long and trying but i am finally going to make it to the finish line. i changed my major from nursing to biology and i have spoken to my new advisor and i will be graduating summer 11'... i am too excited...i just pray to God that all works out as planned and i continue to pass all my classes</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLTtfB_x4ai8B6STae2WyyIlJpiE-X2gA-rqDnEGemUABW4qO4cQi5egJxKNAmAXJ5kNgjKuLQMbJLccmBfrwFNRa1goGFZVN8KexQZ-RrBjTzgvYu2IBiBSP-JnHfsOZmKXXuJHllmc/s400/39020_621609353178_46710239_35061953_4013323_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i cant wait to hold my degree like these young ladies that recently graduated from my school this past summer... i am soooooo proud of myself. for so long i had been told i couldnt do it, and i am, and i will continue to do it. i wont lie, i even doubted myself. growing up i didnt even think i will graduate from high school, and its not because i was dumb, its because of my attitude towards life. now i am here three semesters away from completing my bachelors degree and looking forward to my masters. God is good, He has blessed me... I cant wait till this summer to see the smile on my mother and sister face. to see the people who stood behind me all along proud of ME. </div><div>and as far as changing my major from nursing to biology, no worries i will be going back to school for nursing after i complete this bachelors degree and then i will go on to a masters program to become a nurse practitioner... </div></div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-91565145475085252682010-10-05T06:35:00.002-04:002010-10-05T06:37:38.512-04:00abuse?!?!<div>i'm jamaican and my mother gave me some assenings in my life, but never nothing like this.. this is sad.. this is not discipline. it is abuse, its disturbing, and its wrong on soooo many levels.. idk where these people are from but their accents or not jamaican, hatian, or trinidadian... to me they sound guyanese.. but anywho tell me what yall think.. supposedly she is dating an older man so her mother beat her ass down.</div><object width="448" height="374"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh50ZQ8G7o03q3X32Q"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh50ZQ8G7o03q3X32Q" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed> </object>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-42423245320169339422010-09-22T03:00:00.002-04:002010-09-22T03:04:35.208-04:00after the hurricanewhen you give your heart to someone and they continuously do you wrong, over and over, after a while they damage you... being in a one sided relationship/situation hurts. its painful and its embarrassing.. i love this song (its been on replay for two weeks now)... such a beautiful song<div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bawqI6UqKPU?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bawqI6UqKPU?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-15199332901506223522010-09-12T19:15:00.003-04:002010-09-12T19:17:00.761-04:00p-l-u-s-h<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxmQWp00wCzqVRyhTintUCz65wb-c7Q9Nk7WoROK84Ed_f4rtTxOG2lMrWQYCe0w5B8G9RfWhbScnAeqF6ih3wuCkIQgnJV6FnpGCbjgYdc1fQ4RRjBWY-lff9xKwFCgfmZITWDYTrRg/s1600/61020_523644651846_208501898_31242387_8279571_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxmQWp00wCzqVRyhTintUCz65wb-c7Q9Nk7WoROK84Ed_f4rtTxOG2lMrWQYCe0w5B8G9RfWhbScnAeqF6ih3wuCkIQgnJV6FnpGCbjgYdc1fQ4RRjBWY-lff9xKwFCgfmZITWDYTrRg/s400/61020_523644651846_208501898_31242387_8279571_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516169693670226594" /></a>my new tattoo... p-l-u-s-h: peace, love, unity, strength and harmonyxxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-75960812221477211552010-09-08T07:02:00.007-04:002010-09-08T07:17:08.389-04:00does it meani never loved him...<div>i mean technically i did give up right?!?! when i sent that last message, when i deleted his numbers, threw out every single picture we had and letter we exchanged, when i walked away from it all i gave up.. or was it just simply moving on... his best friend walked up to me on campus today and said "its F-ed up how you did my bruh" (his words not mine) and it made me so mad i just looked at him and walked away... no one knows what i went through with him.. no one.. what i reveal to friends, family, and my personal site is not even half of everything, so for someone else to say some shit like im fucked up, foul, shady.. it just makes me want to curse them out and slap them in their face.. but its fine. i dont ever expect anyone to understand what we had, what i went through i why i chose to leave now.. my cousin asked me "why now? why four years later? you should of been left when all the bullshit started." granted she is right but dont tell me what to do. i did leave so thats all that matters... when it comes to matters of the heart, it cant be controlled. ive always admitted to myself that i tried to hold on to what used to be, i tried to make something work that had failed a long time ago... but in the end i moved on... so does that mean i never loved him?!?! it depends on who you ask but honestly i dont care about others opinions... i know i loved that man, i loved him for four years, its no denying that.. if i didnt i wouldnt have stayed.</div><div><br /></div><div>@missjay_616- it doesnt mean you never loved him. Could just mean you knew were settling and deserved more</div><div>@chaychay28- nope! Not at ALL... dont believe that mess.</div><div>@shadae_27- noone can ever truly know what your heart holds for him but God. let God be the judge.</div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-81347008712362089602010-09-07T04:52:00.004-04:002010-09-07T05:54:44.425-04:00our generation is in big trouble<div>read these two post before attempting to read this one:<b> </b><a href="http://signeda.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-from-chains-of-love.html"><b><i>free from chains of love</i></b></a><i> </i>and <a href="http://signeda.blogspot.com/2010/08/ladies-what-would-you-do-if-your.html"><b><i>baby drama</i></b></a></div><div><br /></div>i wonder when does loving someone gets old?.. its crazy what us females would put up with just to say that we have someone. and its sickening to see how some of those who call themselves "men" treat women. i will never generalize all men and put them in one box and say that they are all dogs, no good, or whatever other term and phrase thats being used lately to describe those of the male species. but i will say this: our generation is in trouble. <div>all those who read my blog knows the struggle that i went through with my ex. fighting for something that did not need to be saved. holding on to what "used to be" instead of what was going on in the present. trying to salvage something that couldnt be fixed. i am so proud of myself to know that i let it go, and honestly i have never felt any better.. even now as i am writing this i feel so empowered because although i blog and post here and there on twitter no one will ever know what i really went through with this man. its easy for people to talk when they are on the outside looking in, when they are not the ones experiencing everything, all the emotions, ups and downs, everything. thats why i never judge other peoples relationships, well i try not to. if a friend ask me my opinion i tell him/her what i think, but before i start talking i always tell them "i will never tell you to leave him/her but if you stay something has got to change" and then i proceed with what i have to say. </div><div>i degrees anyway.... like i was saying our generation is in trouble... BIG TROUBLE! being in this relationship for four years i realized many things... </div><div>1. We live in a selfish society</div><div>2. Our generation is rootless and self centered</div><div>3. Morals and values are virtually non existent</div><div>4. Many boys no longer evolve and become men</div><div>5. There are not enough fathers in the homes teaching their boys how to become "GOOD" MEN</div><div>6. Mothers although present, are not teaching their daughters how to become respectable, intelligent women.</div><div>7. Everyone has a agenda</div><div>8. Although STD and STI's are a big problem in our generation and society people are still not using proper precautions to prevent against them.</div><div>9. Pride is a bigger problem than i initially thought. </div><div>(feel free to add to this list if you like, i know im missing some things)</div><div>ok couldnt figure out what my number ten was but here it goes and please correct me if you think i am wrong.</div><div>10. The role of mothers having to be both mother and father in the home has shifted roles in society, females are more masculine than men, and men are not able to handle the females that we evolved into.</div><div><br /></div><div>there will be a part two to this post..dont really like my post being long.. but tell me what do you think is wrong with our society and relationships? what is the correlation?</div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-13486739290565453622010-09-05T01:45:00.001-04:002010-09-05T01:47:31.761-04:00love quotes<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"I'd rather someone show me they love me and never tell me than tell me they love me all the time and never show it."</span></span></span></h3><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">If love aint a GOOD enough reason to make you come home, then stay where you at."</span></b></span></div></span>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-36584101482422824982010-09-03T03:20:00.001-04:002010-09-03T03:21:23.398-04:00babs washed up ass<div>so this is what she has come to?!?! smh.. pathetic.. talking about licking clean vaginas and swoll poles.. </div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9CuX3hrH00&border=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9CuX3hrH00&border=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-71387610484553474882010-08-28T04:58:00.003-04:002010-08-28T05:02:43.077-04:00its my birthday and i can party if i want to<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ASruufujNthfaWqYrWOA6Rc5UyQBP9320L_c5rMA1fw_76eykO1-8mbiQpdkr1LtVEV3pzTxhu5U2dQPS6J8iRFHPkEbn9wa8KfgcLyS_2tdmQ1TTqa1vdpS71YRiwUObiL2m83cQAQ/s1600/birthday-cake-with-candles-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ASruufujNthfaWqYrWOA6Rc5UyQBP9320L_c5rMA1fw_76eykO1-8mbiQpdkr1LtVEV3pzTxhu5U2dQPS6J8iRFHPkEbn9wa8KfgcLyS_2tdmQ1TTqa1vdpS71YRiwUObiL2m83cQAQ/s400/birthday-cake-with-candles-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382600389963106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>so my 22nd birthday is tomorrow sunday, august 29th and i am too excited.. i have already started my birthday celebrations... God knows i am blessed.. blessed indeed. i have been through alot, seen some rough days but i know that everything happens for a reason. and God has bought me this far. 22 years of mayhem... 22 years of blessings.... anywho me and my girls got fucked up last night (thursday, pics coming soon).. tonight was low key. but later tonight we are going innnnnnnn..... </b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME && HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL MY FELLOW VIRGOS.. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre">o</span>hh and rest in peace michael jackson, sunday would of been your day too. </b></span></div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-29165598783101045102010-08-21T00:34:00.000-04:002010-08-21T00:35:06.248-04:003 thingsthree things in life that, once gone, never come back<div>1. first kiss</div><div>2. first love</div><div>3. first pregnancy</div><div><br /></div><div>three thing in life that may never be lost</div><div>1. purpose in life</div><div>2. true character</div><div>3. dreams and goals</div><div><br /></div><div>three things in life that are most valuable</div><div>1. freedom</div><div>2. self love</div><div>3. forgiveness</div><div><br /></div><div>three things that make a man/woman</div><div>1. values/ principles</div><div>2. goals</div><div>3. self worth</div><div><br /></div><div>three things in life that can destroy a man/woman</div><div>1. anger</div><div>2. pain</div><div>3. approval</div><div><br /></div><div>three things to give away everyday</div><div>1. love</div><div>2. joy and happiness</div><div>3. wisdom</div><div><br /></div><div>three things that are truly constant</div><div>1. God</div><div>2. Gods love</div><div>3. Gods presence</div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952074950003706471.post-15067204103221492192010-08-15T03:58:00.003-04:002010-08-15T04:00:13.130-04:00shorty on the phone with her man and fucking another nigga<object width="448" height="374"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhl9azJqdX0zXriI6a"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhl9azJqdX0zXriI6a" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed> </object><div><br /></div><div>bitches be foul as fuck..shorty on the phone with her man and she fucking another nigga..smh i be telling people these down south broads is ruthless </div>xxxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11212453694052415174noreply@blogger.com0