tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079610169513611282024-02-01T21:38:57.914-08:00Memoirs of a Deranged Teenage Non-Conformist Lazy Bones!!!..::I'm not weird,i just don't conform to the same standards as you!!::..LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-25758920844600800892011-06-14T00:14:00.000-07:002011-06-14T00:14:42.121-07:00Deleting this blog....I think i've changed so much since i started this... and it doesn't represent me anymore..... anyhoo i don't want to give up on blogging just yet though... i have a new blog <a href="http://novacanenights.blogspot.com/">novacanenights.blogspot.com</a> and i'm going to try writing again... if i can't, i'll delete that one and move on with my life *kanye shrug*LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-29355883753799241782010-12-23T23:34:00.000-08:002010-12-23T23:36:31.778-08:00Reminiscing...The journey so farToday is the 24th of December.<br />
On exactly this day last year, i made the biggest mistake i have ever made in my short life thus far.<br />
And this mistake cost me dearly, it followed me into 2010, was the cause of 85% of my problems this year, totally ruined my reputation, credibility and sanity.<br />
It took away alot from me, it took my courage, it took my then called 'friends'<br />
Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room full of laughing, chatting people, and the room goes silent?<br />
Have you faced several heavy and hurtful accusations with no way to defend yourself?<br />
Have you needed someone so badly and they conveniently decided not to talk to you?<br />
I think the worst part in all of this, is the hope i had.<br />
i can be such a pathetic loser sometimes<br />
Looking back today, i stand here a broken and bitter person.<br />
Wishing i'd done things differently, wishing i'd never done anything at all. wishing i could go back, erase everything, make everyone forget about it, act like it never happened.<br />
There was a time i thought i'd never be happy ever again, and so i let myself sink, i felt sorry for myself, i was so close to suicide, i never told anyone how i stood crying, with 2 bottles of extra-strength Tylenol, wondering if it would hurt and how long it would take.<br />
But slowly, with the help of God and a few close friends, i was able to pick up the broken pieces, to push through everything.<br />
I can honestly say that in the past month and half, i have been happier, more emotionally and mentally stable than i have been this whole year. I had a crap year and i'm not going to stand here and point fingers but changes have to be made. No more emotional bullshit, i've indulged in self-pity for too long. I am fucking awesome and have wasted a year of my life bullshitting.<br />
i am going to learn from and rise above my mistakes, move forward and make my 2011 so much better than 2010.<br />
And by this time next year, i shall have another story to tell. A better one. A happy one.<br />
I'm on this, best believe that!!<br />
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Too Blessed to be stressed!!LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-11565473323453568352010-11-26T20:00:00.000-08:002010-12-22T10:13:37.181-08:00I Need New FriendsOr maybe i just need someone to talk to..<br />
There's nothing wrong with my old ones but,<br />
lately, I've had a lot of bad stuff going on in my life this past week, and then to top it off, another uncle of mine died.<br />
I've spent every day since living from one minute to the next, barely eating, just surviving.<br />
and no one noticed, that i had no appetite, that i was constantly moody, angry, confused and out of sorts, that i needed to talk, that i was lonely.<br />
I needed to talk to someone... just to get these feelings out,<br />
and that was when it hit me.<br />
I had no one to talk to.<br />
<br />
Usually i had Kema, she is like my best friend and i love her but she is the worst comforter ever. In situations like this, she doesn't see reason to be upset, she listens with half an ear, airs out her opinion and brings up irrelevant things, i know she means well, but i tend to avoid deep talking with her....<br />
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Then I had Adam, he was better at listening but really bad at advising as he would proceed to point out all the things that could be worse than they already were. I would have called him, but these days, he doesn't really give a rat's ass about me or my problems anymore..<br />
<br />
Elekty, Nancy and Sesi, the ones i see everyday, i tried.... i honestly did. But they always end up thinking im joking.....<br />
Everyone else i talk to outside these are just acquaintances, and i mean it in all ways possible. People i see, smile at, make inconsequential small talk with , who barely know a thing about me and vice versa.<br />
I needed to talk to someone so badly<br />
i went through my phonebook, bbm contact list and skype.<br />
How can someone have so many 'friends' and still no one to talk to??<br />
Most people don't know i'm really emotional, i tend to write my problems out, but sometimes i need to talk too...<br />
and i really needed to talk,<br />
Actually, i still do...<br />
so maybe i don't need new friends<br />
maybe i just need someone to talk to......<br />
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***LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-21293207815497093892010-11-26T12:55:00.000-08:002010-11-26T17:03:45.877-08:00Bitch PleaseI am soooooooooooooooooooooo pissed right now!!!<br />
<div>So this stupid bitch, that i fucking hate... claims to be 'intimately involved' with someone i like/liked</div><div>Why does it bother me you ask???</div><div>BECAUSE she keeps insinuating it near me.<br />
why are you saying it near me? what the fuck do you want me to do about that??</div><div>would you like a condom with that comment?? </div><div>This is her pathetic little attempt at making me jealous??</div><div>So you sleep at his house, so he texts you, so you spend time with him and you call him ..BIG.FUCKING.DEAL!!!</div><div>Am i supposed to be miserable about that??</div><div>Abeg bitch, </div><div>Go and take a flying leap of faith off my fucking balcony for all i care,</div><div>and if you say that shit near me again, imma kick you outta my house #StraightUp</div><div><br />
</div>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-32759428473247249462010-11-21T16:59:00.000-08:002010-11-21T16:59:50.612-08:00Fuck Everything?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fuck society. Fuck normality. Get piercings. Get tattoos. Do drugs. Get high. Drink ‘till you pass out. Have sex. Love with all your heart. Play the music loud. Live your fucking life. Fuck what people expect of you. Do what makes you happy.</span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-80249668841032399172010-11-21T09:15:00.001-08:002010-11-21T09:15:56.738-08:00....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">That girl had some demonic looking smile on her face. The look where you got something you been wanting for a long time. As I stared at her in that brief instance, It was like a window to her soul, I don't know how to explain it but I could see exactly how she felt. I saw the childlike glee first, a victory..and her first at that. I saw the smirk next.. She was glad, and she felt that I had finally gotten what I deserved. And finally I saw the gloat, she was gonna dangle it over me every chance she got.It went away as soon as she saw me staring. And that, more than anything else that had happened made me want to weep. She had done what she felt she needed for herself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I was speechless. I didn't know what to say and there wasn't much I could say. I wish I had told her before that, that I wasn't fighting with her.. I never was especially not now...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My throat felt sandpapered. I wished the world would open up and swallow me. But it didn't.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I turned around before the tears fell. I still had my dignity. And the stupid bitch wasn't gonna see me cry.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>Sent from my BlackBerry device on the Rogers Wireless Network</i></span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-57926886082678369242010-11-07T23:36:00.000-08:002010-11-07T23:36:46.685-08:00How I Feel Right Now<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">Not every girl wants to be in a relationship.....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"> Some just want good company, a fella to vibe with, converse with, laugh with. Not in a rush about anything, We're both young, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"> Start off simple, and let the rest find Itself. Just Having someone to talk to and feeling comfortable around them is quite beautiful, and a good feeling. Minds connecting, Both on the same page, No bullshit, having someone that actually listens to you, your thoughts and wonders. Someone to cuddle when i'm lonely, a shoulder to cry on, someone to disagree with and fight with 'sometimes'. lol</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"> I don’t need the label “In a relationship” to feel that you care for or enjoy my company. Be sincere with me, it’s quite simple really. As a lady, I don’t expect nor need you to wine and dine me, I'm pretty sure i can pay for my own things. I don’t expect anything but your respect and company.</span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-18523245185461056082010-10-30T23:18:00.000-07:002010-10-30T23:25:47.558-07:00Birthday Suit<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I have an alarming lack of sleepwear</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I went out and got one. Its a sleepshirt. Pink, black stripes.. and mickey mouse. #NothingSpecial.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Let me be the first to say that.. i don't like my body.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">i look slim... but i really am not.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I hate my tummy. i could give you a million reasons/excuses why i hate it and why it is the way it is, but the bottom line would still be how much i hate it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I hate my skin.. i have terrible skin, and its not just my facial skin.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">But</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">i LOVE to sleep naked.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">It started back in boarding school in Nigeria. During a fierce heatwave, when it felt like the fans were blowing hot air against my already inflamed body. I couldn't take it. I took off my clothes.. everything except my panties, lay body down and slept.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I liked it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">and even when the temperature returned to its normal state, i kept at it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I spiced it up.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sometimes i took a shower just before bed, then flung my dripping wet body on the bed and dozed off. That was the absolute best.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sometimes, i woke up, lathered myself in body cream and put on one of my numerous pairs of thongs. It made me feel sooo damn good. i literally used to daydream in class about going to bed.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sometimes my friends teased... but no one ever really complained ( i wonder why??)</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Boarding school flew by and i found myself at home. I couldn't really sleep nude at home. I had two small sisters who crawled into bed with me almost every night. Plus my parents didn't really believe in knocking, and they didn't believe my room should be locked either, i was also a late sleeper and later riser. basically, it was way to complicated to navigate and i got used to my sleepwear again</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">College rolled around, i definitely wasn't going to sleep naked with an unfamiliar roomie, who knew what kind of lesbian tendencies she could have had ( thankfully none lol)</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I couldn't bring myself to sleep naked though.. shyness maybe? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">This was the period in my life where i actually began to notice the slight bump in my tummy, the varying hue in my skin tone, the weight gain... and dare i say it? the stretch-marks ( damn weather and junk food).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I began to feel like a huge blob. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">So i didn't sleep naked, i slept in a little as i could... tiny tank-tops, extremely short shorts and even in just my under-wear on extremely good days.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Come summer 2010 a.k.a Hell on Earth.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Did you guys feel that heat? i spent the bulk of it in Hamilton. Ooooh my Lordy, the breeze was warm and sticky, even the rain was hot!!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">It was straight back to my familiar routine of taking a cold shower and flinging my gloriously wet body onto the bed. Yippie!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Then i moved to get ready for uni, i crashed at so many different places and you don't expect me to sleep naked all over town do ya?? lol</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Uni starts, got an apartment blah blah blah...</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> One day, too lazy to change, i fall asleep in only my panties. and i slept better than i had in a looonng while.. and i woke up with a smile on my face.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">And so it continues... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">There's this amazing feeling i get, from feeling the air on my bare skin</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I feel like such a sex-kitten </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Hot, sexy and naked in bed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sometimes wet.. sometimes oiled up</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I feel confident</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I run my hands up and down my luxuriously long legs</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Toss, turn and muddle my sheets up.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Pulling my fingers through my hair</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">over and over again...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">feeling like such a queen</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I never touch myself though </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Never ever.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">i believe God created the male species for a reason.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Its Adam and Eve,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">not Madam and Eve,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">not Adam and Steve</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">and definitely not a solo human. he created a pair.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">A hammer can never do the job of a screwdriver, at least not perfectly.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">And a screw cannot magically enter a hole by itself, it's fellow screw cannot help it get into the hole and a hammer might get it in but it gonna be ruined.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">So invest in a screwdriver than make do with a hammer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">But i digress </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">This post has been rather scattered, random, a little bit off-point and now i can't remember the point i was trying to make, so i shall just end here.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sorry about all the #Tags. Clear effects of twitter.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> *Kisses*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">P.S</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Firstly, This is MY blog. Emphasis on 'MY'. If you don't like it, don't read it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Secondly, I do not live to please anyone (#Subliminal)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Thirdly, I recently found out i have haters (surprising innit), if you are one of them or you think badly about me/ any of my blogs , kindly adhere to the following instructions</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> *Jump into the nearest river/canal/ocean/ body-of water and swim to babylon. If it just so happens that you are in babylon already, please swim to australia instead.*</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Let me know how the trip goes.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> ..::GaGa::..</span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-3370160594501089552010-10-29T21:11:00.000-07:002010-10-30T23:26:43.439-07:00A Lying DramaQueen<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I'm not sure how i feel right now.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Numb? Yes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Shocked? Yes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Tearful? Very.......</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> A rumor gets halfway around the world while the truth is still putting his shoes on.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Assuming i did all you heard i did?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Above all things, i'm you're friend. At least i thought i was. If the whole world had their backs turned against me, i certainly did not expect to see you there. Everyone makes mistakes.....so i can't be forgiven? i can't? really?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> But then again i told you i definitely did NOT do any of those.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">and you didn't believe me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I never lie to you, even when i should. I'd rather not say anything at all, than to lie to you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> ''You're Lying'', you said.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> '' I don't believe you and you're lying''.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">That was when the first tear fell.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> ''So many holes in your story''.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> ''You're not making sense''.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">You wonder why i was silent?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">You wonder why i choked on my words??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I cried.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Not because you were right, but because i could not believe that you of all people would throw those words at me. That you were so willing to think the worst of me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I thought we were in a good place.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I thought we were stronger than that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">but thats just me... thinking wrong again.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">If at all everything else went wrong between us, i thought we'd be friends till the end.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I thought i'd always be able to call on you in my darkest hours.. and that you'd answer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Me and my stupid thoughts, the joke's on me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> You said i bring drama to your life. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">wow.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> I am a drama-queen. I accept that, everyone knows that. but thats not the drama you meant.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Do you know?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> What i went through?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> What i still go through?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">because of you???</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">because i loved you???</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> No, you don't.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">and you never will.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaketh. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> You want me out of your life? i'll go. and i'll take my drama and lies with me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Don't kick me out like some dog. i'll walk.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I'll walk far and fast and i won't stop till you're happy.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> I did learn a lesson from all this though. Never go after something you clearly were not meant to have.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">This is an ode,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">to a friendship that was doomed from inception. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">We were all too blind to notice.</span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-57129904380271598702010-08-29T10:39:00.001-07:002010-08-29T10:39:01.639-07:00i miss u cnt wait to put my arms around ya ...like gyptian b am nt goin to be like a bike man goin vroom vroom vroom vrroom!! hehehe<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Mumu!!!!! @_Akakan Im gonna hug you harderrr!! too bad i cant lift you up but i'd most def try!!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Clumziie?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me Something!!! :-D</a></p>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-88057521832467957252010-08-15T09:56:00.000-07:002010-08-15T09:56:39.507-07:00Hugs and Squeezes<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0bWnK3Cd2NtW6d1oYI4_cM9lkRHQiEqcxT_zt6Dl_vb5c1VUoUVCFQIc639DTezxZzj3RALvCrN3D_1DwiTRFXlswwWnS8NTbbw9G69a1Uu7FCqL32IXxhlFkpHqSWvTXlCAR_GN-Rk/s1600/35850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0bWnK3Cd2NtW6d1oYI4_cM9lkRHQiEqcxT_zt6Dl_vb5c1VUoUVCFQIc639DTezxZzj3RALvCrN3D_1DwiTRFXlswwWnS8NTbbw9G69a1Uu7FCqL32IXxhlFkpHqSWvTXlCAR_GN-Rk/s320/35850.jpg" /></a></div><strong><br />
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<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Hugs are one of my absolute best things in this world</span></strong><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I believe that everyone i talk to is suited to a particular type of hug depending on our relationship and how close we are.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Ofcourse they don't always know this ;p</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Sometimes though, the right person gives me the right hug</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">oh boy....... oh Joyyy!!!!!!!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">A hug can literally make my day.. or 2 days even!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Therefore, i have compiled a list of my best ( and one worst) hugs</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">( Yes, i actually did and you're gonna read it cuz really.. what choice do you have)</span></b><br />
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<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tight hugs:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> The ones where they just hug you super tight for a long time with no words.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">These are like alcohol to me!! My absolute best-est-est-est!!!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I love this hug oh!! just that so many random people that i just meant to hug and move away like to prolong the issue. This doesn't mean that anybody should stop hugging me abeg, half- bread is better than none!!!</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Vanessa Hug</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">: This ofcourse is the part where i hug you, anyway i want, regardless of who you are and how you feel about it. The point here being that i want to hug you and therefore im going to hug you. Usually given at random either when i feel like i need a hug or i feel like you need a hug. #ThankMeLater</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">MY WORST HUG</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">happens to be that one arm-one sided hug. I hate that hug and im not usually one to hate or procrastinate against any kind of hugs but.. damn damn damn... i hate that hug.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">If and as long as you have to working hands and a working fully rounded torso then don't hug me this way and best believe that when people hug me this way.. the first thing i say is 'idiot' (usually out loud to my friends and in my head to all others)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">But if you are an adult, or teacher, or any of my mother's./father's friends</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">PLEASE</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Hug me this way.. i wouldn't want it any other way and i promise not to call you an idiot (both in and out of my head)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Having good friends to help you clear the tracks, push with you or simply cheer you on, makes it a whole lot easier.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I don't say this nearly enough..... in fact i don't even say it at all..lol</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">But let the records show, that i appreciate my friends!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">I really do!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">i have realised that</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">its high time i get professional help</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">like a therapist or psychologist.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">but i really do need professional help</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">i told my parents</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">they laughed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">very funny</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">they wont find it so funny when i overdose</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">or slit my wrists..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">ha fucking ha</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">who's laughing now</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">nobody....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">You can see it through my chest</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Know that I must must pass this test</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">So just pull the trigger</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> -Rihanna </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I used to think russian roulette was a very stupid and dangerous game... actually... i still do</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">but now.. i feel i can relate with the players on some level...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">i dont exactly know why they feel the need to play with their lives for the sake of getting a 'thrill'.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I can relate to their feelings.. because on one hand, he/she might not get shot, and thats all fine and dandy.. but they also realize that they might get shot and that the consequence of getting shot is probably death or a life threatening injury that could leave them as vegetables.. either way, getting shot is not good..... but somebody's gonna get shot.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I feel like im in a position where i'm inevitably going to get shot...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">i dont mean literally... i mean, like im going to get hurt</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">theres a tiny possibility that im not going to get hurt</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">a ten in hundred chance that everything is gonna be ok</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">but theres also a 90 in hundred chance that i get hurt.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Why dont i stop playing?? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">because like the poor roulette players.... i just cant</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">im driven by need and </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">curiosity</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">to see the outcome</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">am i gonna be that lucky 10 in 100</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">able to tell the story another day</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">or am i gonna get hurt</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">hurt on a level that i may never fully recover from</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">but its a chance i have to take</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">because i have to know</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">because i wont rest</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">till you point the gun at my head</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">till i see you pull the trigger</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">till you hurt me bad enough</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">that i cant take even an inch more</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">till i am weak and broken</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">i may be asking for trouble</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">but i have to know</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">lets talk about it</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">once and for all</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">let it all out</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">shoot me a million times</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">i really dont care or mind</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">heal me or hurt me</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">just do 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</div></span></span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-35014814630665626922010-07-07T02:02:00.000-07:002010-07-07T02:02:04.866-07:00Where art thou?? Come Quickly<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Yeah, im talking to you Fall!!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cuz summer is killing me here mehn!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">There is a HUGE difference between Nigeria and Canada in terms of summer, cuz in naija, no matter how hot it is, the wind must still blow and it must always be cool.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">This stupid mass of confused weather that calls itself Canada ehn... i see why people didnt really fight to colonize it sha and i also see why britain didnt argue when Canada wanted its independence because seriously yeah, who wants this hot mess of weather.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">The weather here is exactly like someone is standing in the sky aiming a giant blow dryer on heat towards the earth.. or rather, towards Canada.. or even towards me. Its soooooo Hot!! and then when the weather decides to be stupid, it goes winter on our asses and leaves us shivering in our little booty shorts and tank top cuz we expected hot weather.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I try to cope in this weather tho, i have a giant fan plugged in by my side, Hooking me up with much needed air because it seems like the air in this country only moves in winter when we dont want it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I suggest Tim Hortons Iced Cappuccino if the heat is getting to you, it does wonders for the soul and the body.. wholesome goodness.. hehe</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I hate Tim Hortons though, because they are too stupid to see that if they start accepting debit cards, they would probably make more money than Starbucks ( atleast in Canada)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">because i hate holding cash on me.. and most of my coins go to laundry and vending machines so whenever i need coffee, i have to find somewhere to get some cash-back which mostly involves me buying some next magazine or pack of gum just to get 3 loonies to buy some damn coffee.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And when that fails, i have to go to the bank and WITHDRAW which i hate doing, i really do hate to have cash on me at anytime, and at the bank where the minimum withdrawal is $20, then i go to tim hortons and they break the money into smaller pieces all for a $3 cup of cappuccino??</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">It hardly happens to me though cuz i have a Tim-Card but when i forget to reload my Tim-Card.. it sucks!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">The point of this long story being that Tim Hortons Iced Cap helps you cope with the heat and that you should buy it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Swimming is soooo yummy at this time of the year, that really goes without saying tho.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">My best season therefore are</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">1) Fall</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">2) Spring</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">3) Winter</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Summer is not there yet.. until it behaves itself...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">**********************************************************************************</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">About my Last Post :</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">I realize its a bit ... (errr whats the word) Harsh? Deep? Mean? idk</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">I was writing in anger and its shows a bit of the deranged and teenage part of me (raging hormones and all)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">BUT</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">Even though im in a much better mood now, i meant every single word i said.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">A lot of things and people are dead to me from this point on.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">I promised myself that i'd stick with it</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">and i promised to bear the consequences.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">Some people may be disappointed in me</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">( Im really really sorry Somto)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">But hey, thats life and you cant please everyone</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">i hope tho, that when im done, i can find myself again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">Deuces </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">xx</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-67867843698557619502010-07-06T21:44:00.000-07:002010-07-07T00:08:50.341-07:00My World 2.0<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Even if you were a million miles away<br />
I could still feel you in my bed<br />
near me, touch me, feel me<br />
And even in the bottom of the sea<br />
I can still hear inside my head<br />
Telling me, touch me, feel me<br />
And all the time you were telling me lies<br />
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So tonight I’m gonna find a way to make it without you<br />
Tonight I’m gonna find a way to make it without you<br />
I’m gonna hold on to the times that we had<br />
Tonight I’m gonna find a way to make it without you</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">(Alicia Keys - Try Sleeping With a broken heart)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Sometimes, i ask people if they would change some of the things they did if they could. Many of them tell me no, because apparently, they learned from their mistakes and they had memories to look back on, i used to delude myself, telling myself the same thing, that i didnt want anything to be different because my mistakes made me stronger, they made me the person i am today and they would help shape the decisions i would make tomorrow.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">FUCK.THAT.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Because the past seven months of my life have been filled with more mistakes and bad decisions than all the other years of my life put together. Each mistake did not make me wiser, it led to other mistakes, they led to bad decisions and i fucking swear to God that if i could, i would wipe clean those months. I would do things a WHOLE lot differently.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Its too late for 'could-haves' 'would-haves' and 'should-haves'</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I cant fix whats past but i sure as hell have a say in my future.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because im tired of fixing things that clearly want to remain broken</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because im tired of being nice to everyone and getting wickedness and stupidity in return</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because im tired of having my feelings toyed with</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because im crying.... again</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because im tired of being judged</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because i </span></span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">love</span></span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> you</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because i sure as hell don't like the way i feel right now</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because i never want to feel this way AGAIN</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">because im tired</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Im taking control now</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Im going to cry when i WANT to and not because you made me cry</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Im going to make mistakes ON PURPOSE and because i want to, so that i don't get judged for something i didn't do purposely.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">This is not directed at any one person</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Its directed to all of you</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and you know yourselves</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">You are my bitches now yeah, cuz</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">You're gonna judge me because i GAVE YOU reason to and not because you want to.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">You can fucking like me or fucking hate me because</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">if i had a million fucks</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I.STILL. WOULDN'T.GIVE.YOU.ONE.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">This is me on a rampage, no fucking turning back now, you want the claws, the catfights?</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Guess what???</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Smile!!! You win!!!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Surprised?</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Welcome to me, on a whole new level.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">In the words of Georgina Sparks</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">'You can tell Jesus, the bitch is back'</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"><br />
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</span></span></div>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-52071717258376149872010-07-04T15:30:00.000-07:002010-07-04T15:30:51.697-07:00True Talk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qma5uf5Qxhbsz3sXhIwlLPmQr81FW-JdqdaQUtBwoM97bggp5-Ei2lpej03OK8tFkztmSbKSlc1G2Gu43kL9aCINDPixhb8VyflJuyZy0sxz8Anck8-fAVbpiTzUbhhiFVN4u0M_IiU/s1600/tumblr_l4211qamya1qac3wwo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qma5uf5Qxhbsz3sXhIwlLPmQr81FW-JdqdaQUtBwoM97bggp5-Ei2lpej03OK8tFkztmSbKSlc1G2Gu43kL9aCINDPixhb8VyflJuyZy0sxz8Anck8-fAVbpiTzUbhhiFVN4u0M_IiU/s320/tumblr_l4211qamya1qac3wwo1_400.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Its true yeah but please get out of my head already... please?? Please???? Please!!!!!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Im sick and tired of this already... Just go. Thanks</span></span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-41966841995225158582010-06-11T19:26:00.000-07:002010-06-11T19:26:29.578-07:00Hi<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">These are the ramblings... going on in my head... at the moment</span></span><br />
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<div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">what happens when your whole world falls apart??</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">nothing... absolutely nothing</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">you just think its falling apart</span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"></span></span><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">it never really does though</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">life goes on.... and on... and on</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">i know</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">that </span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">it hurts</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">so bad...</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">real bad</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">thats what we have feelings for</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">to feel</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">so cry when you hurt</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">let it all out</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">i'm really too old to be crying</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cry still</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and remember that by this time next year</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">you'll laugh about it</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">unless someone died</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">did someone die?</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cause it would be totally inappropriate to laugh about death</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">no one died</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">but it feels like someone should</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> then cry</span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">just cry</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">nd when youre done</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">smile</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">because when you're down</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">remember that</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff40ff; font-family: times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px;"><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; 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</span></span></span></div>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-31885878334275156722010-06-05T02:37:00.000-07:002010-06-05T02:37:50.910-07:00The Life and Times of a Persistent Trouble Maker (Intro)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigh9OaxtlwFltBQsbHSt9YPiq9nqWMESiekCsppeZyJDumMYKbX7CD0l44qzwfSMDYWHxZZkEEUBYC0Ot-_6utbi1dPt0NJ6X0HmTgujlxovARBafEx32HdQcy1v51-7YiBJbPRg-8GLI/s1600/trouble_maker_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigh9OaxtlwFltBQsbHSt9YPiq9nqWMESiekCsppeZyJDumMYKbX7CD0l44qzwfSMDYWHxZZkEEUBYC0Ot-_6utbi1dPt0NJ6X0HmTgujlxovARBafEx32HdQcy1v51-7YiBJbPRg-8GLI/s320/trouble_maker_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">So.... im gonna write the actual post in approximately 3 weeks, this is just random babble because Osayi asked me to update my blog (p.s. im gonna write something about you... figure it out :P ) . I keep getting in trouble, trouble is one of my middle names that i have and definitely do NOT want. It wasn't always this way though, i had a peaceful childhood..... till i turned 12. iThink, it's been my best friend since then, i didn't really care before but now... its getting worse, im getting in trouble for things not even worth it... sha, you have to chill till my next post....</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;">Have you ever told someone something, and the reaction they gave you was totally outta the blue?? Like you weren't even expecting it?? of course you have, people do it on regular basis... but sometimes.. its makes you think... and question the stuff you know or at least thought you knew.... and the way you see someone can completely change....... i know im definitely not being paranoid on this one, even though it sounds like it..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a64d79;">That being said... my creativity has run out.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Finally!!!!! a story by my friend F !!! she writes and you can read her stories<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.naijastories.com/tag/funmi-f/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">(Here)</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> , im addicted!! :p</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">This is an excerpt from one of her stories 'Born to Die'</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sliced. The pain welcomed me with the familiarity of an old friend. Where people had failed to, my pain had always been there to embrace me. It had been my life-long companion and would be with me till the end. I watched my veins gently whisper my scarlet secrets to the earth. It was the dead of night. The market had been deserted. Here I was, in a makeshift stall, with neither friends nor family and nothing but a shoplifted razor to my name, but I felt more powerful than I ever had. I took ownership of that death sentence and decided it was time for it to be fulfilled. My whole life, I had waited for help, understanding and love from others. Finally, I took control. I hated my life so I did something about it.<br />
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Yet, I failed at even that. Now I am staring outside the window of a general ward at the University College Hospital. Some misguided Samaritan must have found me. If only they knew the importance of what they had interrupted… Another bitter laugh wells up inside me as I inspect the bandages placed on my wrists. It is another excruciating irony that these fabrics intended to save my life are the very obstacles to my salvation. I want to bleed away my frustrations, bleed away my loneliness, bleed away my pain. I need to. I will.<br />
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In the village, they were waiting for me to die. It‘s only a matter of time. I am determined. After all, </span></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">abiku </span></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is my name. Death is my purpose.</span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> *Kisses* </span> </span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> ..::GaGa::..</span></span></span></span></i></span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-66425526575929761622010-05-10T08:17:00.000-07:002010-05-10T08:17:43.001-07:00HYPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Firstly i have something to say.... Iron Man 2 was awesome!!! :D :D :D</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Everyone should go and watch it nowwwww!!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Quote of the day </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">*Contrary to popular belief,the world does not revolve around me, im just awesome like that :P</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I know the blackberry is a hyped phone but seriously bbm (Blackberry Messenger) makes it worth the hype. Im arguing the case because i love my blackberry and i find it very very very convenient. It's like texting only..its BETTER!! </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Some people argue that they could have the msn, Skype and yahoo messengers on their phones but its not the same thing fool!!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Not everyone is online on those all the time but bbm has no offline save for switching of your phone. I find it absolutely cool that i can send pictures, files (songs and videos) and voice-notes to my friends in Asia, america, London, Nigeria and everywhere else at no extra cost. Its brilliant and in my opinion, it far outshines everything else. I think people who don't know what they are saying should shut up and hide their ignorance. Where do you get of saying your LG MoBILE phone is the same this as my blackberry SMARTPHONE *note the words Mobile vs. Smart*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">#ShootYourselfPlease</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">The Blackberry is one of the best phones out there and if everyone wants to get one, well i dont blame them. I do agree that its hyped much but that the way it is</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> Nigerians know how to hype things though</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Like the Macbook... its a perfectly good laptop but until it creates the cure for cancer please stop telling me to get one. Most Nigerians i know with macbooks use it for just the basic functions, they dont maximize it to its full capabilities, they just have it cuz they are trying to prove to their air-headed circle of friends that they have money or something equally ridiculous. I like my laptop just the way it is #ThankYouVeryMuch</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Beats by dre, those things are madly hyped!!! i mean, if it had something worth it, it would be okay but i personally tried the $300 dollar beats and some $72 dollar skull candy headphones and i did not detect a difference except the skull-candy ones were louder and gave me an earache. And some other people tried this as well, i definitely do not see myself purchasing them #Period</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Schooling in England is another hype. There's nothing wrong with it but its really not for everyone. Some people have made it their life ambition and just want to go there cuz they see fun and parties. They dont realise that some people party and still have time for studying. They all rush there and when they get there, make noise, attend all the parties and of course take all the pictures so we can see that they are 'Living the life'. They forget what they came for and become immersed in having 'fun'. Fun becomes a competetion, who's having the most fun? who is being talked about the most? they go to great lenghts for all these and end up loosing..they stop going to classes, drugs, parties and sex consume them, i happen to know a lot of them.... then they get dragged back to naij and their parents give the most insane excuses for their presences #SMH</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> Im tired of writing atm, i read a lovely story by my new friend F which i have stolen, its going to be my next post though</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">#Sorry for all the #hashtags i'v just been on a twitter thing lately sha.. follow me @bosshunnay :)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and FYI</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">This is my opinion,so nobody should argue with me, if your have a different one, go to your own fucking blog and express it, got it??</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> *Kisses*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> ..::GaGa::..</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span>LostGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05174324831635312826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907961016951361128.post-66536236552294434782010-05-09T13:14:00.000-07:002010-05-10T06:44:24.393-07:00Depressed XD<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And so she counted.</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Count she did</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And the months came </span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And the months went</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Still she counted</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She ran out of months</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Yes! She did!!</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Still too far</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She counted still</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She counted weeks</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She counted days </span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Till finally</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She counted hours</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She panicked</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She was worried, then excited, then nervous</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Her mind filled with what if's??</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She couldn’t sit</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She couldn’t stand</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">She couldn’t sleep</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and i did a post bout him the same time i did somsom's</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">then i deleted it</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and i dont want to write it back</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">he does deserve a mention tho :P</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">cuz he does happen to be one of my very best friends</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">*whether he likes it or not*</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and iLove him very much</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">and he's put up with some of my crap</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">oddly, i don't have a single nickname for him</span></span><br />
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