<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:20.262-04:00</updated><category term='missing'/><category term='obama v clinton'/><category term='nigga-ty-tice'/><title type='text'>Sweet Filicitation</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweet Filicitation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7557318241659948482</id><published>2008-11-21T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:44:22.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekret Sosietie@I Do Music Showcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;               Sekret Sosietie@I Do Music Showcase                                             &lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SeKret SoSieTie recently performed at the the Patchwerk sponsored I Do Music Showcase@Apache Cafe.  I Do Music is a showcase which allows artists to come out and showcase their skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It was a very interesting night to say the least!!  Besides I Do Music misplacing our performance cd(which we made up for later), mispronouncing my name during the Freestyle portion of the show and not allowing Dizzy to freestyle at all, the night went well.  Things started off slow but as the night progressed the people started to flow in and it ended up being a great turnout.  The performance was a blast!!  We did Addiction(Why Would I Wanna Leave?)  The engergy for that song is always crazy!! By the time the Hook comes in the engergy goes from 5 to 10 in a matter of seconds and im on the ceiling, its just one of the songs. We definitely Showed Our ASS!!!  I spazzed all over the stage and Dizzy did the chicken noodle Soup dance.(see Vid on Page)LOL  The Tripple Krown fam was definitely in the BUILDING so me and Dizzy would definitely like to thank u guys for all the support!(Shout out to Pebyles!!) And thanks to everybody else for the love and support!! We just trying to Live! But IN Case u Missed the Performance, Shame on You!! LOL but nah I Got Ya, just scroll down!! And untill we meet again  Peace and Blessings!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ss~kEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sek.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/sek.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sekret.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/sekret.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaAiMC2qtlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaAiMC2qtlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dizzy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/dizzy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ken1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/jeebes899/ken1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7557318241659948482?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7557318241659948482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7557318241659948482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/sekret-sosietiei-do-music-showcase.html' title='Sekret Sosietie@I Do Music Showcase'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-1521453711822595575</id><published>2008-11-21T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:29:24.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Wrong?</title><content type='html'>So I realized something very crazy the other day that I thought was kinda funny, ironic and fucked up all at the same time. I was listening to some of the tracks off of Kanye's 808's and Heartbreaks album the other day and at the same time I was reading reviews and comments from what bloggers, fans and critics were saying about the new music. Most of the things I read either bashed him for using the Vocoder(Auto Tune) on all his songs or bashed him for singing and not rapping. While I was reading this it brought a childish like grin to my face, thinking to myself they just don't get it and Im GLAD!! Now before i go any further let me add I think his new shit is BRILLIANT and a great Piece of ARt!! I've rocked with Kanye from the very beginning. Now the Reason why I'm glad people don't get it is because I'm SELFISH, I'm a SELFISH Fan. I wanna feel like I'm the only one who GET IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate more. Have u ever heard something, had something or saw something that you knew most people didn't have or know about? Maybe a new movie, some new music or a new pair of shoes nobody had. And what do You say? "NIGGA U Ain't UP on This" You wanna stunt, and I don't see nothing wrong with that. This is exactly how I feel when it comes to music, clothes, life, even women. I wanna STUNT, I don't want everybody to be up on it, then its not considered exclusive any more. I remember trying to explain to my nigga Diz how hot N.E.R.D was and how he should listen to them. I went through every reason why I felt they were hot. I even went as far as playing their albums song by song describing the instruments they used and the song structure. He was just look at me and shake his head like "Dawg U Crazy! The more and more I explained the more he was like "Ken! turn that shit OFF". As much as I wanted him to like them, I didn't want him to like them. It all goes back to the idea of the more people like something the WACKER it seems to become. And now that they are starting to get POPULAR i don't know how to take that shit!! I almost snatches the headphones of some chick who was listening to them on the train a while back. I was mad she was listening to them. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I want my artists in a box and no where else. Im selfish! I wanna feel like the artist is talking directly to me and nobody else. As an Artist, your main goal is to get your music to as many people as possible and touch as many lives as you can Right? So am I wrong if I don't care? or am I just being a fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the irony is that I do music too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thesekretisout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Blesings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ss~kEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-1521453711822595575?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1521453711822595575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1521453711822595575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-wrong.html' title='Am I Wrong?'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5069887618695534474</id><published>2008-11-21T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:25:08.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is SeKret SoSieTie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYTjxzy1fJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYTjxzy1fJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5069887618695534474?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5069887618695534474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5069887618695534474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-is-sekret-sosietie.html' title='Who is SeKret SoSieTie?'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7709345349381109346</id><published>2008-11-06T15:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:27:08.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raquiem for A Dream</title><content type='html'>So My homegirl ShaDeen has been bugging me to post something on her blog for the last couple of days, since she has returned from her 2yr hiatus and is back to blogging.  But before I start with this post I would first like to say that it was a Beautiful thing seeing President Obama win the other day, America will never be the same....I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the topic of this post is Dreams.  I know you're thinking like what the Hell is Raquiem for A Dream? Well its a movie, a exceptional movie at that, so whenever  you get the chance check that out.  But the movie has nothing to do with this post actually, I figured it just sounded cool to title it that LOL!(just a sidebar)  So what are Dreams? Webster defines dreams as a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.  It also could be defined as daydream, a state of abstraction, a trance, a wild fancy or hope.  I always wondered what the purpose of our dreams were, not the dreams we have as in a wild fancy or hope but the dreams that happens while we sleep.  Are dreams given to us by the Creator? Is the Creator trying to tell us something through our dreams?  Or are dreams just mere feelings recalled from our sub conscience that has no meaning.  I would like to believe my dreams has some meaning to them, well, except for those NightMares where Freddy Krueger is chasing me around trying to kill me LOL.  I've had my share of crazy dreams, some good, some bad, but all very interesting which brings me to my reoccurring dreams I've been having lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm an aspiring artist, I've been fucking with music all my life but I just recently started taking it serious to the point of possibly making it a career.  Along with this commitment came these dreams borderline NightMares.  So I had this dream the other night where I was hanging out with Pharrell and N.E.R.D.  Im not sure how we met up but we all were in the G-Shock store and Pharrell bought all of these watches.  I'm a big fan of N.E.R.D so this was like a dream come true. Can u see irony in that? I'm dreaming about a dream that came true LOL.  But anyway I was talking to them about how much I dug their music and about how I went to school for audio production.  So then I mentioned that I do music too and explained the concept behind my music and how the Shit is HOt!  Pharrell was like do you have the CD on you we can listen to it now.  I was like yeah and handed the CD to him and he put it in the CD player.  The CD wouldn't play, all 12 tracks were blank and then I woke up HEATED!!  I've been having dreams like this for the past couple of months and it always end the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Nigga Dizzy about my dream and he said he had a similar dream.  Dizzy does music too and we just happen to be in a group together.  In his dream Ciara is over his house, they chop it up for a few and he tells her about Sex Appeal, a song he did that was inspired by her.  So she wants to hear it and when he tries to play it for her from his computer, he can't find it.  Not only could he not find Sex Appeal, he couldn't find any of his songs and he too woke up like WTF?  I don't know what these dreams mean but I know I carry around multiple copies of my music on me at all times!&lt;br /&gt; There so many questions I have about dreams that need to be answered.  Like for instance, why is it that you move in slow motion while everybody else is moving regular? Or why is that when you fall in your dreams it actually feels like you're falling?  How can dreams be so real to the point where you Nut in your sleep? LOL A wet dream tho? And What the Fuck is Sleep Walking?  And what if Freddy Kreuger(He calls himself the Dream Killer)is really a metaphor for what happens when you wake up and can't remember what you dreamed.  Imma need answers for these!  I do know one thing is for sure, DREAMS help us escape reality.  And I'm cool with that for now!  So Untill next time, DrEAM ON Bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, Get ur Daily Dose of Hot shit By checking out Sekret Sosietie!  www.myspace.com/thesekretisout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7709345349381109346?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7709345349381109346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7709345349381109346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/raquiem-for-dream.html' title='Raquiem for A Dream'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3965084544227767863</id><published>2008-11-05T07:39:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:53:05.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama. Mah nigga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SRGg6-vqB1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lpU3lUDoF9s/s1600-h/obama.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265166374508562258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SRGg6-vqB1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lpU3lUDoF9s/s400/obama.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Title may sound ignorant I know but Im just so excited about the outcome of this years election. I actually shed a tear... and I don't cry for much. This really touch me. Finally I can say my president is black and he is going to make a difference in this fucked up nation. This country has been is messed up for about 8 years now and we will finally have somebody to save us. Not saying this nigga gotta be Jesus or anything, but I just got a feeling that he is going to help us get out of this rut. But my question to yallz is... All this time everyone (white folks, and some other clueless niggas) has been saying it has nothing to do with him being black... but the first thing that they say is THE NATIONS FIRST BLACK PRESIDENT! Why is that the first thing that comes out? Finally they are honest and say out loud what they were thinking about all along... Mah nigga was BLACK! I dont care... but finally someone realized other den ME! lol. Im just so proud. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;::Venting::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wasnt to impressed with McCain congratulation speech... Actually I had to look at this man side ways. Felt like he had to remind us that we were niggas, and that were not always allowed to vote, and now we are, so we are going to vote for a nigga when we got a chance! lmao. Ignorant I know it may sound... but its just my feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But we both recognize that we have come a long way from the old injustices that have once stained our nations reputation, and denied some Americans the full blessings of American citizenship, the memory of them still had the power to wound" - McCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read between the lines people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3965084544227767863?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3965084544227767863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3965084544227767863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-mah-nigga.html' title='Obama. Mah nigga.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SRGg6-vqB1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lpU3lUDoF9s/s72-c/obama.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7200783095208155061</id><published>2008-10-29T12:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:37:49.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><title type='text'>Life. Without mommy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SQ_OKNj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IyB18naTTL4/s1600-h/Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264653164253847314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SQ_OKNj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IyB18naTTL4/s400/Mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have I been you ask? ugh. where haven't i been... back n for to Florida for the last 3 months or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last two months has been the most difficult time of my life. I honestly don't know how I got through it all. How was I even able able to get up every day and face the world without breaking down. Honestly I didn't have a choice but to be strong. Seeing my mother die forced my to reach a different level that I didn't think I would have to see anytime soon. I still get people coming up to me telling me how strong I am and how they wouldn't be able to walk around and act as if nothing is bothering me. But I didn't feel like pouring out my heart to everyone that I saw... ugh. But I'm alright yallz. She's in a much better place. : ) N I will see my mommy again I know. But every once in a while I get a little upset. Questioning why did she have to leave so soon, thinking damn... we needed her. Selfish I know... But honestly she was the back bone for MOST of our family. Now I don't consider most of these phony folks to be any type of family to me. Soo much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama went down... and alot of people that were supposed to be close was no where to be found. BITCHES... Anywho. I Literally erased 89% of them from my memory... including some of my immediate family members. Mean some might say... but honestly I dont give a fuck. Why should I?? Folks don't give a damn about me... so : ) i don't give a fuck about folks. I love my daddy... and him and my brothers is all I got. LITERALLY! Miss my mother. Every morning she would be the first to call... just checking to make sure that I'm keeping out of trouble... and just saying hello. Every day I think about how much she influenced my life. If I really sit down and think about how her death really impacted me... I honestly might not ever get up... I just have to remain strong and get through it the best way I know how. But I know everything happens for a reason so ill just be looking for that reason... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7200783095208155061?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7200783095208155061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7200783095208155061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life. Without mommy.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SQ_OKNj8nxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IyB18naTTL4/s72-c/Mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-1994567506688821087</id><published>2008-05-27T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:42:53.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where u been at nigga?</title><content type='html'>Omg I have truly abused the term " taking a break ". Its been soo long, and I have madd people asking me why I havent been blogging. Do you want to know the truth? I been way to busy for my own good. So much to do so little time. Been to New York and Miami in the last month. Everything is changing in my life little by little. Experiencing love, working and a shyt load of school work. If your close enough to me you would know that I am changing schools in the fall and I will be attending Clark Atlanta University. Yep big change, and I am excited to experience it.  It cheaper and it'll a wise that I take advantage of it. Work is fine. H &amp;amp; M is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty laid back atmosphere. No drama, and I can really get used to that. Working my ass off, and im proud of it. New York was fun, meet alot of interesting people, and had a good time with the family. Ugh. Wish I would've stayed longer. I took in every second like it was my last. My cuzin Rachel is the best. That's my bitxh, and now she has the official title of fav. cuzin/ new sister. She is sooo down to earth and real. When I was younger I never realized how much of a real nigga she was. She is a teacher but doesn't live the boring lifestyle of one. She truly uses her resources and enjoys life to the fullest. Ill definitely miss her the most. We are so alike is so many ways it not even funny. My cuz Alime is cool too. I guess that why we are related... We some cool ass mah fuckas... But anyWHO! Personal life? That's cool too... Went to Miami about two weekends ago. My grandmother passed, and I Could honestly say that it wasnt really a pleasant trip home. Love life? Same ol, Same ol. And I really dont mind. I love how it is, and im sure he does to. Going on 8 months since we been kickin it. Friends? Leon... GONE! RHyane.... GONE! Kro... METRO! Chas... CONYERS! Des... EVERYWHERE! Meme...WITH HER NU BOO. Ashley... WITH GODFREY! NIcky (my bitxh)... WITH KALEEM SOMEWHERE! ugh... DEEN... ATL/H &amp;amp; M/Loving CIRE./746/CAMMY/Betsy Johnson. And the list goes on... For the summer ill been in the A. Working and getting my life together. lol. So I know everybody asking wtf i been doing and where i been at. I been busy nigga! lol. Real shyt... So I still have blogging in my bones, n I love SweetF.&lt;br /&gt;-MissDeenSha Hen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-1994567506688821087?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1994567506688821087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1994567506688821087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-u-been-at-nigga.html' title='Where u been at nigga?'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2935596944772773355</id><published>2008-04-09T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:14:38.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anual DeenSha Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R_z40orh95I/AAAAAAAAAOA/l9zBoIeh8cs/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187294453980854162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R_z40orh95I/AAAAAAAAAOA/l9zBoIeh8cs/s400/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I havent bee around in a while. But trust me I have a good reason. A lot has changed since Ive blogged last. But im not going to get into details. Lets just say I had a reunion. Anywho.... went back to school last week and it was bitter sweet. Finially have something to do during the day, but now that I have a job I would mind having the day time to rest. I cant complain really. I can say God has truely blessed me and he is constantly showing me how good he is. Ill update you with extensive details later. And did I tell you guys that im going to NEW YORK? Stay tuned....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2935596944772773355?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2935596944772773355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2935596944772773355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/04/anual-deensha-review.html' title='Anual DeenSha Review'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R_z40orh95I/AAAAAAAAAOA/l9zBoIeh8cs/s72-c/Picture+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2482467070906450686</id><published>2008-03-30T14:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:53:11.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana-Tum-ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-_aaBOyI-I/AAAAAAAAANg/Y0SHgTPaf44/s1600-h/Photo_032708_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183601836668625890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-_aaBOyI-I/AAAAAAAAANg/Y0SHgTPaf44/s400/Photo_032708_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Realistically speaking, I cant honestly say when shyt happens im not completely surprised. I think everything thru to the 10th power. Just to make sure that if something bad does happen I cant say that I didnt expect it, or I didnt think that it was possible. Damn, I was right. But I guess I gotta calm down a little a realize that everybody got human in them, even if they seem perfect. Same goes for me. Different nigga. Same plot. Just this time im on the other end. Anywho....that was so freakin private there is no way someone could understand that. Give him a break is what MeMe say.... but what does she know? Ugh.... im not even going to get on that! Setting in mah room watching The Color Purple. Thinking to my self how it was so fuxked up how Ms.Celie told Hop'O to to beat Sophia. "You told Hop'O to beat me?!" " You keep giving your son in law advice like you do, here Ms.Celie!" lol. It kills me everytime! I practically know all the lines in the movie. It always gets me thinking. Thinking about those days when me and my sister used to be friends. How we used to talk on the phone for hours when she was away at college. How I used tell her everything. Over the years we kinda grew apart. I know she miss me though. Every once in a while she text me, and say something stupid like, " Buy me a purse and mail it to me" or " My boo say he miss you". Little stuff like that makes me smile. Even though we bump heads alot I know she will always be there for me. There is a big difference between friends and sisters. You cant get rid of them. I would fight for my sister even if she was wrong. Y? Because I know she will do the same for me! We love each other is a different type of way. Look at Ms. Celie and see how she held on to the good time her and her sister shared. Even the games they played. Watching it sometime makes me cry.... I feel like Nettie. Far from home and loving your sister and she doesn't even know. Thinking about her, and her not even knowing how your doing. I know one of these days we will reunite and be happy again. Family is a bond that is undescribable. Its funny how God chooses the people in your people. In life there are so many people that you just wonder why are they in your life, what is the purpose, and should you get rid of them. In life it's hard to choose to your battles. Sometime you want to just say fuxk everything and just say ugh! whats the use?! I wish I just had a button that flashes every time when I should hold on to something! That will be very helpful. So I wouldn't be looking like a fool when shyt happens. If any your my friend on myspace or facebook youll notice that my status is constantly saying that im meditating. Just irating on things that I cant get off my mind. Went to church this morning. (Church and talking to family are the only this that gets me back to a healthy place) So today they ordained me to be a teacher for the children. Not so sure how to handle it. It's a little weird. They prayed for me and said that my children would be blessed. Not sure how to take that either. But I guessed I accepted the blessing, and thanked God for the proclamation on my life. I want kids, but honestly im scared to have any. It's so many crazy people in the world I dont want to mess around and fall in love with the wrong person and my babies have a crazy daddy. I the thought of it drives me crazy. Somebody once told me that when I do decided to have kids, I will know who I want to have them with. God I hope I make the right decisions so my kids wouldn't be affected. I want to make sure that the are fully aware of the world and all of it faults. Be aware of sex, world hunger, all religions and cultures. Shyt...anything! I want them to be intelligent human beings and make a difference in the world. I will tell them about me and my childhood and allll the stupid mistakes I made that got me to where I am now. I want them to be influential in their society, and have their peers look up to them. I want them to own businesses and help others, and do the same for their kids. So what happens if you find somebody that is incredible and the perfect person for you? Do you believe in love at first sight? All i know is that I believe in love, whether it be at last sight, or first. I am a handful, and when you do get to know me it alot you have to love or hate. It's alot inside of me. It just takes a certain type of person to bring it out. So is he that person? Or did he find that person already and he's just denying it? Who am I to say that he didn't? I want him to be happy and be living completely free at all times in complete freedom. Freedom to love whoever he wants and being in love without regret. So as I figure out my ana-tum-me, ill wait until he finds out his. What do I have to lose? Perfect Contribution to the community. Yep I did me community service project for the week. DOing whats good for me! ME! ME! ME! Like Keisha Kole momma (Frankie) say...."AT THE END OF THE DAY".....it all about finding out the Ana-Tum-Me of Miss DeenSha Hen (The Artist also know as Polish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2482467070906450686?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2482467070906450686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2482467070906450686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/ana-tum-me.html' title='Ana-Tum-ME'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-_aaBOyI-I/AAAAAAAAANg/Y0SHgTPaf44/s72-c/Photo_032708_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7515567420655951328</id><published>2008-03-29T19:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:43:36.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where was Choppa When they had the THE BAND reunion in Philly?? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7RZROyI8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hoIfA4x2rT4/s1600-h/l_3bf92d06e5cc569094319e2e091d49e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183310453202363330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7RZROyI8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hoIfA4x2rT4/s400/l_3bf92d06e5cc569094319e2e091d49e3.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His hood ass was At Shaq Birthday Party trying to get his shine on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7OdxOyI7I/AAAAAAAAANI/8psc6t9VmHM/s1600-h/51663580natasharenee191332920081042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183307231976891314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7OdxOyI7I/AAAAAAAAANI/8psc6t9VmHM/s400/51663580natasharenee191332920081042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LMFAO! ! Eww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7OGxOyI6I/AAAAAAAAANA/9GEfUAk7MZ4/s1600-h/51663575natasharenee191332920081042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183306836839900066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7OGxOyI6I/AAAAAAAAANA/9GEfUAk7MZ4/s400/51663575natasharenee191332920081042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;Look at those ashy knuckles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywho.... I miss THE BAND, everyone except Sara. I say they do another season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Sara, in the Band, you aint in the band!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(my favorite quote, Babs cussing out Sara's husband)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7515567420655951328?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7515567420655951328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7515567420655951328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-in-days.html' title='Back in the days....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-7RZROyI8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hoIfA4x2rT4/s72-c/l_3bf92d06e5cc569094319e2e091d49e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5383276062047250738</id><published>2008-03-28T18:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:29:53.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater, Cheater, Pumkin Eater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG, I thought they broke up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess they are they arent the only ones &lt;strong&gt;double dipping&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-1v4xOyI3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SJmlPlCnUfw/s1600-h/2002505774486800481_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182921767252009842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-1v4xOyI3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SJmlPlCnUfw/s400/2002505774486800481_rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-1vvxOyI2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iIHReJIcdy4/s1600-h/2002598180415556460_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182921612633187170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-1vvxOyI2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iIHReJIcdy4/s400/2002598180415556460_rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182921539618743122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-1vrhOyI1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-ElBtNpSX2o/s400/2002523508071062845_rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;So im guessing Lil Wayne and Nivea are back to the basics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eww, WTF is wrong with her rainbow ass bang! Ugh When does the madness end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho.... They boo'd up n shyt at Club Noir in ATL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord bless Lil Wayne, the nigga dont know what hoe he wanna fuxk with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Polish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5383276062047250738?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5383276062047250738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5383276062047250738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheater-cheater-pumkin-eater.html' title='Cheater, Cheater, Pumkin Eater.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-1v4xOyI3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SJmlPlCnUfw/s72-c/2002505774486800481_rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2510811338468261110</id><published>2008-03-27T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:23:46.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Estelle Tour Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estelle is Finially coming to America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-uYdROyIzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/licvx4-wgDA/s1600-h/17315897-17315900-slarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182403424828924722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-uYdROyIzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/licvx4-wgDA/s400/17315897-17315900-slarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8 Cleveland, OH House of Blues – Cambridge Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9 Chicago, IL House of Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11 Detroit, MI Grand Central Lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 12 Toronto, Canada Mod Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 13 Philadelphia, PA The Fillmore at TLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15 Washington DC Zanzibar on the Waterfront&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 16 Charlotte, NC Amos’ Southend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 17 Atlanta, GA Sugar Hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;50 Upper Alabama ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SWAtlanta, GA 30303&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(404) 658-0068&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26 Brookville, NY CW Post – Long Island University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28 New York, NY Highline Ballroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2510811338468261110?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2510811338468261110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2510811338468261110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/estelle-tour-dates.html' title='Estelle Tour Dates'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-uYdROyIzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/licvx4-wgDA/s72-c/17315897-17315900-slarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7484458446885178636</id><published>2008-03-25T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:11:05.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know: Dat Dude Success! Insider with a SweetTooth. PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a196.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/80/l_6e8767655dd769432f95be8402249643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181715611500345554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-km5Q6S-NI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cit4Cb5alGg/s320/m_f6a6df264d5d21f4de01f8daaa1e0546.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kk3g6S-HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oCrxPv5htew/s1600-h/m_629aaa7869c1cafb8a84a465d17a2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181713382412318834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kk3g6S-HI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oCrxPv5htew/s320/m_629aaa7869c1cafb8a84a465d17a2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Dat Dude Succes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a recording artist,model and an actor. Some people know him as the triple threat. He's a Brooklyn New York native and he began rapping professionally at the age of 14. Just started modeling last year and got his first break with Marie Claire magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kmEA6S-KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dkMMG7xMO0E/s1600-h/m_db1068fafb14154b47b40079f512e7ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181714696672311458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kmEA6S-KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dkMMG7xMO0E/s320/m_db1068fafb14154b47b40079f512e7ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kldQ6S-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QXaxko8oznk/s1600-h/m_fbd1e1c4c6d1c18c95a301a5dda3d212.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181714030952380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kldQ6S-JI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QXaxko8oznk/s320/m_fbd1e1c4c6d1c18c95a301a5dda3d212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's also been acting for about 6 years now, still attending acting classes at TVI Actors Studio. Success has family who are also artist and models so by being around them had really help him to learn about the fashion industry and Hip Hop game a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"I want to be the diddy in the rap game. Denzel in the acting and Tyson Beckfard in the modeling. Thats where I want to be. I want to live the good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181713502671403138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kk-g6S-II/AAAAAAAAAAY/y3QQqnXerlo/s320/m_a15b8b584604b91e25f8c9db909917c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before he became a model his sister designed for people all over the world. Getting a chance to see what fashion was really like and watching her grow into the fashion made him want to be the one who wears the merchandise that was being put out there. He cousins were also a big inspiration for him being interested in modeling. He never really saw himself as a models because he always saw himself as being a rapper, didnt even think that he could do both. So he started modeling,and it shocked people all over the world. His second big break was flaunt magazine when he modeled for Versace. "The greatest day of my life" is what he said. But after doing that it pushed him to the industry more and more and he is still looking forward to being Americas next top male model. But before modeling Hip Hop had took his life, rapping alot in elementary school but he never took it serious until he got to Junior high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a34.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/l_42351f6e016047294ce00deb092cec59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"I remember i never knew anything about the acting industry. I was a feign to become an actor some bad it came to the point somebody told me they had auditions on the phone. now you know i was the first one to call. and the funny thing is i would rush home to get to the phone to audition.I told my acting coach about it and what came up?scam lol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His cousin has always been a rapper and around that time his surroundings would always push his into doing more. So he joined a rap group called B.S.B(Bestuy Banger), consisting of about 12-14 members. Even thought this was Success's first time in a group, they were all real supportive and he really appreciated what they did for him. They inspired to bring his rap game to another level. As far as acting, his father pushed his into that. Going to auditions and acting fairs was a favorite past time. He loves and appreciates his father for exposing to the acting world. So basically Dat Dude Success is motivated and plans to take over the Fashion AND Music industry by a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kmYw6S-LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h2pNX_PI3mk/s1600-h/m_c51ea2c2a1a19b0cac13d69437d098b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181715053154597042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kmYw6S-LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h2pNX_PI3mk/s320/m_c51ea2c2a1a19b0cac13d69437d098b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kmhw6S-MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dtTk7Q_u8Z8/s1600-h/m_51aefbfed0e2ef0ff32b51db19074179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181715207773419714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-kmhw6S-MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dtTk7Q_u8Z8/s320/m_51aefbfed0e2ef0ff32b51db19074179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a good look.... Because you will see him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#3366ff;" &gt;Or just Hit him up on myspace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#cc33cc;" &gt;http://www.myspace.com/imdatdudesuccess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-Kellz/DeenSha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Sweetest girl, now Polished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7484458446885178636?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7484458446885178636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7484458446885178636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-to-know-dat-dude-success.html' title='Getting to know: Dat Dude Success! Insider with a SweetTooth. PART 1'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlSt61StGV4/R-km5Q6S-NI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cit4Cb5alGg/s72-c/m_f6a6df264d5d21f4de01f8daaa1e0546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3420143025326439067</id><published>2008-03-24T13:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:34:17.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:Sweet Tooth:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fkuhOyIxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GWYaCJjBuso/s1600-h/jblog+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181361384158536466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fkuhOyIxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GWYaCJjBuso/s400/jblog+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Nigs, and he is on my Sweet Tooth List!&lt;br /&gt;Haute Shyt, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhayne A. Colman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PM editor n cheif&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pmqm.werethenow.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-flXhOyIyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OHPXI-a7Usk/s1600-h/jblog+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181362088533173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-flXhOyIyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OHPXI-a7Usk/s400/jblog+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Kellz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3420143025326439067?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3420143025326439067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3420143025326439067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-tooth_24.html' title=':Sweet Tooth:'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fkuhOyIxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GWYaCJjBuso/s72-c/jblog+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4697426602071390552</id><published>2008-03-24T13:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:20:12.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..::Momentoms of Kellz and Leon::..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fhYBOyIwI/AAAAAAAAALw/h1lqPkO7E_M/s1600-h/jblog+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fhYBOyIwI/AAAAAAAAALw/h1lqPkO7E_M/s400/jblog+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181357699076596482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fhAROyIvI/AAAAAAAAALo/5wWHuo69P6U/s1600-h/jblog+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fhAROyIvI/AAAAAAAAALo/5wWHuo69P6U/s400/jblog+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181357291054703346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my and my nig Leon always have the best time in 746. He always know how to make me feel betah when im feel like shyt n grits.&lt;br /&gt;Washing clothes and just talking about what were going to wear tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fgnhOyIuI/AAAAAAAAALg/TRN8VgpevE8/s1600-h/jblog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181356865852941026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fgnhOyIuI/AAAAAAAAALg/TRN8VgpevE8/s400/jblog+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to find a good friend, somebody that'll listen to you even when you talk to much! Thats my boo Leon! Im just waiting on him to introduce me to his new boo... ANYWHO! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3/5 of the Staff of PM is going to CAU tonight. So stay tuned for update.&lt;br /&gt;-Sweetest Girl Now polished&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4697426602071390552?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4697426602071390552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4697426602071390552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/momentoms-of-kellz-and-leon.html' title='..::Momentoms of Kellz and Leon::..'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-fhYBOyIwI/AAAAAAAAALw/h1lqPkO7E_M/s72-c/jblog+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-8878748608732469961</id><published>2008-03-22T12:48:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:48:21.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>\\//Fake Smaile?//\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U-6xOyIoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Pf7Jkb1DUu0/s1600-h/Photo_032208_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U-6xOyIoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Pf7Jkb1DUu0/s400/Photo_032208_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180616125728301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the last week and a half has really been hard for me. Right about now im just trying to maintain and keep myself together. Basically Going thru, and just trying to take it one day at a time. Nobody really knows ALL of the reasons why im not completely at ease but honestly I dont feel like explaining. I dont feel like saying whats wrong and then later on its used against me. But im strong and I know all of this will just come to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to get away from Metro for a while. Just to clear my head, and get grounded. I needed some inspiration to get me back on my feet. I've been doing alot of research and just taking care of some business. Some people just dont understand how much a person can go through in such a short time. Some people dont even know how blessed they are, and how to take advantage of all of their opportunities. But anywho....&lt;br /&gt;Im just laxing thinking about Music and a couple of other unnamed characters. I miss him, and I just hope everything is ok with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U6uxOyImI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ej_KchSKGvA/s1600-h/Photo_031808_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180611521523360354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U6uxOyImI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ej_KchSKGvA/s400/Photo_031808_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im my room with talking to my niece Chyrish Endurance. She's such a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U9uBOyInI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-8MS33Cmk9A/s1600-h/Photo_032208_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180614807173341810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U9uBOyInI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-8MS33Cmk9A/s400/Photo_032208_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes sure that she say "Uh huh, auntie" after I complete my story. I cant wait til they meet each other, im sure they will be the best of friends. &lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up has been my favorite past time. Cleaning everything just to past the time. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-VBIROyIqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3ZpGdjEbXWc/s1600-h/Photo_032208_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-VBIROyIqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3ZpGdjEbXWc/s400/Photo_032208_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180618556679791266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading, writing and just doing anything positive that will keep my mind in a good place. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-VB8xOyIrI/AAAAAAAAALA/RGb7SgAsVlI/s1600-h/Photo_032208_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-VB8xOyIrI/AAAAAAAAALA/RGb7SgAsVlI/s400/Photo_032208_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180619458622923442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "blogging" glasses has def. been useful.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Kro, Des, And my niggas Leon &amp; Rhayne for checking up on me. Im good I will most def. be home on Monday to do you know what.... I know that it will be fun. Being around my friends and just going being out doing things I love to do. I was supposed to go to the movies last night to see Meet the Browns but maybe next weekend. Me and Leon have been talking about going out for a while....but we just havent made any official plans. Anyday now we figure something out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Madison you are soooooooo Boooorrrrriiiiiinnnnnggggggg! lol, you should come over next weekend so we could have another all night meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kellz (the artist also known as Miss DeenSha Hen)&lt;br /&gt;THe Sweetest Girl, now polished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-8878748608732469961?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8878748608732469961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8878748608732469961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R-U-6xOyIoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Pf7Jkb1DUu0/s72-c/Photo_032208_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-535509832556244246</id><published>2008-03-18T20:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:31:46.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..::Sumwhat Subliminal shyt::..</title><content type='html'>Weekend Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Musix went to Memphis so I missed him a lil, and Uncle Leon worked all weekend! Ugh, the madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quin and Ken and some other random ass nigga came bagging on my door like the police, waking me up out of my sleep and shyt! Ken already know I would come to the door with a big "WHAT THE FUXK?!" lol. Didn't even have on my blogging glasses to see who those bitxhes were through my broken peep hole.... Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Probably the highlight of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up went to church, and helped with the kiddo's. Ate at my brothers house, and came back to MP. Later I had dinner with the the Staff of PM. It was definitely a interesting night. Chas came over and we ate. Not all at the same time, but atleast we ate cake together. Went back to my room and one thing led to another and ending up watching The Wood with mah homie. Didnt go to sleep until like 6 a.m. Woke up like at 8 a.m Monday and went to take my math final, and turn in my newspaper to Ms.Henton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sub listing:&lt;/div&gt;Didnt go to Europe or anything but I can say that I enjoyed spending my weekend with ma bitxhes. Not the one's who think the world revolves around them, or the lazy negros. U right bitxh, I cant wait to find out who my real friends are, and if it takes a car for me to find out, then so be it! (inside thought) Ugh! Really? Get over yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rick Ross&lt;/span&gt; say,&lt;br /&gt;Let the top back, and thank God for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a FUXK what a hater gotta say, made a couple million dollars last year dealing weight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just a Lame, lil Homie that's a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;     A bitxh who is listening to this Trilla Shyt, and telling these negros to kiss my ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-535509832556244246?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/535509832556244246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/535509832556244246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekenders.html' title='..::Sumwhat Subliminal shyt::..'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4500050074701176260</id><published>2008-03-15T16:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:32:12.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATL, is that you??  At least 27 people are hurt Friday night, no injuries were believed to be life-threatening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wwLFgczMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EruO8eVoyWI/s1600-h/e9e9f5f7-77f6-482b-9582-5158d38b7817.rp350x350"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178066638584204482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wwLFgczMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EruO8eVoyWI/s400/e9e9f5f7-77f6-482b-9582-5158d38b7817.rp350x350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Atlanta's Cabbage Town neighborhood -above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wvblgczKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4u91gdmJ1DA/s1600-h/59968c65-0521-4a7f-97b6-afbf3daaec29.rp350x350"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178065822540418210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wvblgczKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4u91gdmJ1DA/s400/59968c65-0521-4a7f-97b6-afbf3daaec29.rp350x350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inside the omni hotel)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178065367273884786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wvBFgczHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lYo3ixYLqTA/s400/00956493-f9bd-46ae-b284-46cea8b0a3c8.rp350x350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178065504712838274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wvJFgczII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FaxtNsRIOas/s400/080315-atlanta-hmed-9a.rp350x350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178065006496631906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wusFgczGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u79ZRkdLdNw/s400/d3d769cf-3201-4835-9b50-0290be00428c.rp350x350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Outside the CNN Center in Atlanta after a severe storm blew through the area, injuring several people and damaged skyscrapers, hotels and two major sports arenas that were filled with thousands of pro and college basketball fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178064920597285970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wunFgczFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rdq9UAN4rIk/s400/afb23038-08e6-474e-9bd9-fc31c790a204.rp350x350" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4500050074701176260?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4500050074701176260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4500050074701176260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/atl-is-that-you-at-least-27-people-were.html' title='ATL, is that you??  At least 27 people are hurt Friday night, no injuries were believed to be life-threatening'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9wwLFgczMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EruO8eVoyWI/s72-c/e9e9f5f7-77f6-482b-9582-5158d38b7817.rp350x350' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-519929204429803017</id><published>2008-03-15T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:04:10.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tire Blues!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday wasn't really a good day for me. Coming home from looking at the M street apartments it was raining really hard (We actually didn't even realize that it was a Tornado warning) and we were talking and I was in the process of eating my Crispy Snack rap (ranch) with bacon, turning into Metro and my car started to skid, and I ended up running on the median and busting up my tires. I could have caused an accident, and it could have been so much worse. All my passengers were all safe (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rhayne&lt;/span&gt;- with a minor head injury, sorry boo my Cammy didn't mean to punch you in the head, My uncle &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Leon&lt;/span&gt;-was ok, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kro&lt;/span&gt;- just a little shaken up). Drove into the parking garage safely to realize that it wasnt that bad as I thought. So I called my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;. I knew I would have to explain to him how the hell it happened. I explained myself, and he told me what to do in order to get my Cammy back on the road. I called my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bro&lt;/span&gt; and he said he would be over asap to fix it. Then I called &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Musix&lt;/span&gt; and told him what happened..... I thought it was sweet that he offered to fix my flat for me, such a Gentleman. Anywho.... So my tire is now fixed, so I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Sweetest Girl, now Polished-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-519929204429803017?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/519929204429803017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/519929204429803017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/tire-blues.html' title='Tire Blues!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-8585510833893487319</id><published>2008-03-14T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:38:39.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it Kimora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9soe1gcy-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EPXJkFBrsXc/s1600-h/kimora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9soe1gcy-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EPXJkFBrsXc/s320/kimora2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177776706816887778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aww.... Kimora looks sooo happy with her Nu boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9soZVgcy9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NaYoh_UVOvg/s1600-h/kimora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9soZVgcy9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NaYoh_UVOvg/s320/kimora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177776612327607250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-8585510833893487319?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8585510833893487319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8585510833893487319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-it-kimora.html' title='Get it Kimora!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9soe1gcy-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EPXJkFBrsXc/s72-c/kimora2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4014797205219945112</id><published>2008-03-13T16:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:32:06.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?! Good Girl Gone bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9mNiVgcy8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/VoZlqYst93M/s1600-h/mr_fp_212425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177324867667413954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9mNiVgcy8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/VoZlqYst93M/s320/mr_fp_212425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Raven Samone? My eyes must be playing tricks on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4014797205219945112?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4014797205219945112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4014797205219945112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/wtf-good-girl-gone-bad.html' title='WTF?! Good Girl Gone bad.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9mNiVgcy8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/VoZlqYst93M/s72-c/mr_fp_212425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3449960236085187589</id><published>2008-03-12T12:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:41:28.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not even that deep.</title><content type='html'>Damn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;div&gt;I thought all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hostility&lt;/span&gt; was over. I'm not even going to explain myself, I don't want to hear your explanation, or pour my heart out on blogspot. Im thru with that shyt. I hope that you are happy about the outcome. Hope that the whole class enjoyed your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;poem&lt;/span&gt;. Im sure it came straight from the heart. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... anywho. I just need you to keep &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; name out of your mouth. You say you got what you wanted... (I wasn't that cute, etc. etc.) Why be all in my face? So why talk shit? Why talk about niggas that you know nothing about?  Whats the problem?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt;.... You vented and I'm sure your moving on. So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; stop crabbing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sweeeeeeeet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ya smell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A filicitated bitxh that is trying not go off on this niggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3449960236085187589?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3449960236085187589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3449960236085187589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-even-that-deep.html' title='Its not even that deep.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3962193901785739870</id><published>2008-03-09T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:28:39.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::Sweet Tooth::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RWRVgcy6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/p_wdcka2SDE/s1600-h/72770345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175856727586556834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RWRVgcy6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/p_wdcka2SDE/s320/72770345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RV-Fgcy5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sgnKlxFMuzs/s1600-h/91857840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175856396874075026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RV-Fgcy5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sgnKlxFMuzs/s320/91857840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I LOVE IT (In mah Jezzy Voice)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3962193901785739870?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3962193901785739870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3962193901785739870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-tooth.html' title='::Sweet Tooth::'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RWRVgcy6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/p_wdcka2SDE/s72-c/72770345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-8446235396166970295</id><published>2008-03-09T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:57:29.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet know she a bad bitxh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqIr0bK2-TY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqIr0bK2-TY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-8446235396166970295?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8446235396166970295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8446235396166970295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/janet-know-she-bad-bitxh.html' title='Janet know she a bad bitxh!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-6240252523184863107</id><published>2008-03-09T16:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:16:50.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still got love for this nigga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrzMPZnESTU" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappose comes thru....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJpYzhIpz5o" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO Fat Joe says.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5NiBqoS9bE" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-6240252523184863107?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6240252523184863107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6240252523184863107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-still-got-love-for-this-nigga.html' title='I still got love for this nigga!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5877443654907339061</id><published>2008-03-09T15:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:29:06.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Sweet Thoughts of DeenSha ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RGXVgcy4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/rbib4usgbLU/s1600-h/n1061497274_32810_8163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175839238479727490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RGXVgcy4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/rbib4usgbLU/s400/n1061497274_32810_8163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;DeenSha&lt;/span&gt; has opened a new chapter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I cant tell you about it just yet. Gotta see what next week is looking like. Last week of classes, thank God. One more week on Ms Henton and all them other bitxhes.... They fuxking killed my ass with homework this weekend. Gotta make news papers n shyt, do like 3 paintings for Color theory, a scarp book for History, and study for a test and a final for Womack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, AI will see me for the last this quarter. Finally. I might miss it a little. But honestly I think ill get over it. This probably was my most interesting quarter at AI. Met alot of new people and started alot of new relationships. Ended some too.... O wellz, you live and you learn, Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right about now im comfortable. I cant complain. Finially being treated like a princess. For how long, idk, but im going to enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems Like everyone is getting sick. First &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kro&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Musix&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rhayne&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh, who next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to chill and enjoy my last week of class and enjoy my "spring break" with mah bf. lol....I know right....weird......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Daze, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5877443654907339061?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5877443654907339061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5877443654907339061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-thoughts-of-deensha.html' title='&amp;hearts; Sweet Thoughts of DeenSha &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R9RGXVgcy4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/rbib4usgbLU/s72-c/n1061497274_32810_8163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-8156796234315525975</id><published>2008-02-29T12:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:00:30.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "fuxkedest" time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igxrhqxCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gnYNzkSozgw/s1600-h/m_35cca8a24fdaa2617ba1282a64f258c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igxrhqxCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gnYNzkSozgw/s400/m_35cca8a24fdaa2617ba1282a64f258c4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172560947392988194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igeLhqxBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QGY1V3Ztypc/s1600-h/m_760324821c25505c1a24b00d45ef636b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igeLhqxBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QGY1V3Ztypc/s400/m_760324821c25505c1a24b00d45ef636b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172560612385539090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igNLhqxAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pc-Uareug7o/s1600-h/m_e782d238ea768972aa268df8eb31a12b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igNLhqxAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pc-Uareug7o/s400/m_e782d238ea768972aa268df8eb31a12b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172560320327762946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the staff of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PMqn&lt;/span&gt; went to out last night. Of-course you know were cute. Dressed to impress and sexy as fuxk! Half in Black n white and they rest in purple and camel. &lt;div&gt;Went to the club and shaked our asses for a little, it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never went to a club like this before, but honestly I wouldnt mind going back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stand out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That what fashion is all about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being different. Trendy. Leading by example. And just basically being sexy as fuxk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People literally stoped and stare.... whether its bad or good. People ask who are we, and what organization are we from. Chas just says that we are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;rofessional &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;annequins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dumb ass bouncer ask " From what store? Im going to come and bother yall at work"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. He looked like a black Homer Simpson and crack.... wow.... who hired him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We havent went out in a while. and it was well deserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sick and tired of going to school everyday, and not getting what we (or Sallie) pay for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So were making a change, for the better. Doing big things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expanding our network and making &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PMqn&lt;/span&gt; a household name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo if you on that Ai shyt, Fuxk ur Grandma! (courtesy of Christian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;::Later Daze::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kellz, The Sweetest girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Black Label, we didnt forget u.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-8156796234315525975?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8156796234315525975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8156796234315525975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-had-fuxkedest-time.html' title='The &quot;fuxkedest&quot; time'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8igxrhqxCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gnYNzkSozgw/s72-c/m_35cca8a24fdaa2617ba1282a64f258c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-6740864024083788648</id><published>2008-02-26T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:28:52.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO if you dont hear from me....You'll know why!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8RMA6KtEtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C8RJzqHRjvw/s1600-h/54351546.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8RMA6KtEtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C8RJzqHRjvw/s400/54351546.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171341850626036434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-6740864024083788648?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6740864024083788648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6740864024083788648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-if-you-dont-hear-from-meyoull-know.html' title='SO if you dont hear from me....You&apos;ll know why!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8RMA6KtEtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C8RJzqHRjvw/s72-c/54351546.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3238573137501418211</id><published>2008-02-25T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:10:36.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::Common, John Legend, &amp; Kanye::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8NYqaKtEqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aG-SfWoYp3U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171074282753430178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8NYqaKtEqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aG-SfWoYp3U/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you say talented indi's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3238573137501418211?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3238573137501418211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3238573137501418211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/common-john-legend-kanye.html' title='::Common, John Legend, &amp; Kanye::'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8NYqaKtEqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aG-SfWoYp3U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7847643056090093854</id><published>2008-02-25T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:44:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8K4KaKtEpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FbMfKRqxp8Y/s1600-h/pm+shyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170897811137172114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8K4KaKtEpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FbMfKRqxp8Y/s400/pm+shyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7847643056090093854?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7847643056090093854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7847643056090093854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8K4KaKtEpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FbMfKRqxp8Y/s72-c/pm+shyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-1412679458105708021</id><published>2008-02-24T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:06:57.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subliminal.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, so tired about worry about what is going thru the mind of the world.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you cant understand it!&lt;br /&gt;I dont care.....REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;So im sorry to those who I annoyed with my issues!&lt;br /&gt;Especially LEOn!!&lt;br /&gt;NO more, no more. I know its good to talk to somebody about your problems but this talking about it aint working out to well fah me....&lt;br /&gt;So im just going to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Cant Explain it anymore....the more I say the more the more my hole is getting deeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-1412679458105708021?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1412679458105708021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1412679458105708021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/subliminal.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-197229455956462023</id><published>2008-02-24T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:06:38.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::Day aftah Bday shyt::</title><content type='html'>So what is really good?&lt;br /&gt;Everything, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to put the puzzle pieces. So DeenSha never claimed to be perfect. Never claimed to be afiliated with angels. So I know im going to fuxk up every now n then. Yep, another one. But this time it wasnt that serious.&lt;br /&gt;Been chillin for most of the day just doing school work n shyt. But for the most part I would say that im occupied.&lt;br /&gt;So they say yep you did ya thang. Yep you got u, but its nothing like that. No games. Real shyt, I only did what I wanted to, and I know they say treat people like you wanted to be treated but to be honest I know that It would be done to me if the shoe was on the other foot.&lt;br /&gt;So I dont regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;Its just something inside of me thats telling me that I wasnt completely wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-197229455956462023?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/197229455956462023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/197229455956462023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-aftah-bday-shyt.html' title='::Day aftah Bday shyt::'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7917312414503454311</id><published>2008-02-24T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:57:39.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So in living for 19 years now, and im still learning new lessons everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   1. Never dish out what you cant handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   2. Expect the unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   3. Stay true to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   4. Help those that help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   5. What you do in the dark comes to light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7917312414503454311?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7917312414503454311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7917312414503454311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/experience-it.html' title='Experience it.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4052141926727301760</id><published>2008-02-24T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:50:39.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 down....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to those who didnt remember The Sweetest Girl celebrated her Birthday on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat. Feb. 23rd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first thing people always ask is what did you do for your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well what did I do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up around 9ish (which is late for DeenSha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ate breakfast about 11ish. (Chocolate Chip Waffels &amp;amp; Sausages)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went around the AUC's to get my eyebrows done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Chic-Fil-A to get some ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came bac tah Metro Hood to chill with mah homie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to dinner at Red Lobsters with the Staff of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ProfessionalMannequin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came home around 1ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talked shyt until like 2:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feel asleep on Leon's bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But honestly, I had a good day. Doest sound glamours I know, but I felt good to be around people who care about me and made me feel special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo this Sweet Bitxh is !9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im grateful to be able to c another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to those of you remembered Thanx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LEon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rhayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KEn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Des.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ShaBree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leason Jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taccuma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you didnt remember, better luck next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4052141926727301760?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4052141926727301760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4052141926727301760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/19-down.html' title='19 down....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7543999830195499625</id><published>2008-02-24T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:52:13.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>::Sweet Tooth:: Thats Cute Wezzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8GCvKKtEoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8tZq0XuWPTc/s1600-h/wezzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170557593892754050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8GCvKKtEoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8tZq0XuWPTc/s400/wezzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;February 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne took time out of his busy schedule to visit his old high school Elanor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McMain&lt;/span&gt; Secondary School. He mentioned to them how important it is to give back to the community and to show them that somebody coming from where they come from can make it. Not even by just being a rapper. Also told them that reaching for your goals is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;?Did u know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wezzy&lt;/span&gt; was in the Band?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sweeet&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How about a student even asked Lil Wayne to go to prom with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(She was 19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wezzy&lt;/span&gt; said that he would be out of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kudos to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Weezy&lt;/span&gt; F. Baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7543999830195499625?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7543999830195499625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7543999830195499625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-tooth-thats-cute-wezzy.html' title='::Sweet Tooth:: Thats Cute Wezzy'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R8GCvKKtEoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8tZq0XuWPTc/s72-c/wezzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3875743019965161911</id><published>2008-02-06T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:44:47.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weed Vending Machine now in Cali.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="width: 100%" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=75280" width="344" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=75280" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.reuters.com/resources/flash/includevideo.swf?edition=US&amp;videoId=75280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="344" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Whats next....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3875743019965161911?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3875743019965161911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3875743019965161911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/02/weed-vending-machine-now-in-cali.html' title='Weed Vending Machine now in Cali.....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2900018111384196139</id><published>2008-01-31T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:09:05.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLog About it, aye? Hell yeA! (SWEETFACE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So my im back in action.&lt;br /&gt;Got a nu phone, so im feeling great!&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when you get a nu phone, your always looking at it, and you make promise yourself that you wont treat it like your old one.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda how I feel about niggas....&lt;br /&gt;Anywho....&lt;br /&gt;I drove like 30 min. north to this A T &amp;amp; T store to get my replacement phone. Ugh! My freaking gas is thru right about now. I had to wait like 2 hours. It wasnt even because there was alot of people waiting, but I had this ghetto ass bitxh with a bad wig helping me. This bitxh looked like she came fresh out of the projects! She was all talking on the phone and shyt, barely giving me enough attention. But I wasnt even tripping like that I was happy for the free mints and that I was getting a nu phone, for free. I sat in the waiting room thinking about my life again....&lt;br /&gt;I feel lyke God is always giving me advice but I dont always take it into consideration. Its ashame because when I pray, I pray for wisdom and understanding. I feel like if I get that, ill know what do do with myself. I get understanding, but I dont always use the wisdom. Sometimes I understand the situation and know what's good, but I choose just to ignore it. Y? I guess because im scared to let some things go. But ill continue to ask God for wisdom and understanding. Knowing that I would know how to control a situation makes me feel safe. I know I can just pray about it and get a second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the train, and times like this I thank GOd that I have a car!&lt;br /&gt;It started raining! Freezing cold rain! Omg.... could I ask for anything more? I was so upset that I choose today to ride the train, but I decided that im bitxhing way to much! I decided to flip the situation and make it positive. I just thanked God for the opportunity for the exercise, and thanked God that it rained....(a couple of weeks about you couldnt even dream about rain). O wellz I thought and walked my happy ass the path down thru the front of MPL. FINALLY! Im home! I instantly became exicted and started walking even faster to my room. Couldnt wait to take off my boots and my 7 layers of clothing, not including my leg warmers. lol...A bitxh gotta stay warm, right? Anywho...I got home a layed in my bed. Made a list of all of the things that I needed to do this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Clean up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Look for a freaking job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's funny how this has been my things to do list every weekend for about 5 months now.&lt;br /&gt;Soo I was satisfied with my list and made another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grocery List&lt;br /&gt;1. Tufu&lt;br /&gt;2. Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;3. Carrots&lt;br /&gt;4. Green Peppers&lt;br /&gt;5. Waffles&lt;br /&gt;6. Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me and my Unlce Leon took a trip to Le' Wal-Mart....the place to be, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is Wal-mart a trap? You go in there with specific goals, but you come out with everything but you actually came in there for. But this time I stayed focused. Me and Leon was in and out. It was tooo cold for that shyt. Got we needed and came home.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Teedra n shyt.....thinking about real sum shyt.....or people....lol......&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about shyt in a random order.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo my friend made me feel good today.....my body was a little weak, but I vouched that I would have a good day. Made me smile. Made me feel warm inside. I thought this might be game, then I thought, fuxk that! I like complements! And if it's game I dont give a fuxk because he made my sun brighter, today.&lt;br /&gt;Thankx &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C-a-r-l-i-e&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;:Later Daze:&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2900018111384196139?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2900018111384196139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2900018111384196139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-about-it-aye-leave-me-alone.html' title='BLog About it, aye? Hell yeA! (SWEETFACE)'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-706726402876761584</id><published>2008-01-29T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:13:23.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So my tech is injured.&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much I cherished it until now.&lt;br /&gt;Always in my hand checking for &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;updates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking A T &amp;amp; T fucked me up!&lt;br /&gt;They telling me I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to wait up to 5 days!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that sum shyt? And the nigga in the damn store wasn't even interested in helping me get my shyt fixed. All he was worried about was my measurements and a knowing a little more about heaven. Wow! lol. I told him I was only visiting hell to see him. Anywho.....this nigga was sooo creapy! Damn I wish I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; took a picture.....fucking Palm!&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; My little&lt;/span&gt; adventure was quite interesting I would say. Even though Marta is disgusting and smelly I actually dont mind riding it now. It's a little relaxing looking out the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;window &lt;/span&gt;and appreciating our world. Sometimes I miss Miami for the weirdest reasons....my backyard.....(Im a backyardigan) I know it sounds stupid, but I never realized how much I loved it until now. I can just imagine &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;myself walking outside with no shoes or socks in the bright green grass smelling the warm sun. Looking&lt;/span&gt; at the beautiful mango tree and deciding which one would I have for a snack. Anywho....The Sweetest Girl is enjoying her mental freedom right about now. I guess my phone is a bit of a distraction. So Fuck A T &amp;amp; T, lol. JP.....patiently waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; warranty shyt to hurry up and send my baby back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later Daze....&lt;br /&gt;♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-706726402876761584?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/706726402876761584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/706726402876761584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-my-tech-is-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4596393031115285557</id><published>2008-01-29T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:26:34.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unreachable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4596393031115285557?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4596393031115285557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4596393031115285557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/unreachable_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3548384356718667027</id><published>2008-01-26T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:53:44.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5u5pOgcO3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aZx7Ca9bmO0/s1600-h/cons..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5u5pOgcO3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aZx7Ca9bmO0/s400/cons..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159921916002974578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindaof a Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Consequence's Dont quit your day job.&lt;br /&gt;Good Music.&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3548384356718667027?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3548384356718667027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3548384356718667027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5u5pOgcO3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aZx7Ca9bmO0/s72-c/cons..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3102746115013034512</id><published>2008-01-26T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:46:50.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headline: Battle of the Blogs Canceled!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so im just going to put all of this battle of the blog shyt to an end! Goons? Really? This tell all session needs to stop! I wasn't trying to be spiteful or make you look bad, but obviously didn't have the same intentions with your retaliation. I don't understand why you feel the need to get all specific n shyt! But I guess if it makes sense to you..... You made it seem like I was lieing like what I said you did wasn't true. Im nOt a LieR! I don't plays games. And I damn sure didnt ask you for shyt! But honestly I cant even be really mad at you. I care about you to much for that. I know your only expressing yourself just like I did. And I know I started by I calling you the "enemy". That's how I felt, and I dont regret it. You hurt me....and im still a little sensitive about the whole situation. I just wished we would've really talked about this. And were both being childish by going back and forth. But I never disrespected you or told any of your business, but ill just have to build a bridge and get over it. This wasnt the original.And I didn't anticipate on being this brief, but I thought about it and we really need to realize that were entertaining the whole world with our issues. Soooo if you have any concerns or questions you should know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;:::!Later FuXkIn Daze my nIG!:::&lt;br /&gt;DeenSha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3102746115013034512?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3102746115013034512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3102746115013034512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/ughim-thru-with-it-all.html' title='Headline: Battle of the Blogs Canceled!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-74594423998040143</id><published>2008-01-25T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:17:01.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE LEON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p7zugcO2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CoUznrFfnKU/s1600-h/Deeen+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p7zugcO2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CoUznrFfnKU/s400/Deeen+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159572451693968226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u BOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-74594423998040143?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/74594423998040143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/74594423998040143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-uncle-leon.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE LEON!!!!!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p7zugcO2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/CoUznrFfnKU/s72-c/Deeen+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-6368301122481619357</id><published>2008-01-25T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:11:08.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emancipation of Deen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p6RegcO1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uIBvo-1KyTg/s1600-h/Deeen+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p6RegcO1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uIBvo-1KyTg/s400/Deeen+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159570763771820882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it take for you to climax?&lt;br /&gt;I mean for you to get to a point where you say that you had enough.....&lt;br /&gt;Just for you to reach a point where its as good or bad as it's going to get. Your so scared to move left or right because you might f up the rotation. But why not test the waters? Why not see how much that situation is important in your life....&lt;br /&gt;Testing the waters isn't always easy. What if's always roll off your tongue....thinking what if I do this and it doesn't work. What if I don't do it and I miss out on something? Well I tested the waters....Yep Momma Deen! lol....So used all my courage from my tat to decide that it was enough. I thought it was going to be much harder than this I admit. I thought I would've been right back to the basics by now, and so did everybody else. All everybody kept saying was WATCH YOU CANT LAST WITHOUT IT!!! But its been a week now and im living. See this situation right in my face everyday....wondering what'll happen this time next month....will I be erased out his memory bank like they do on Men in Black? Or will i be the subject of another convo with another bitxh....actually I cant even control it.....SO why im I tripping? Yep he got my ass! lol....naw im good though..... Chilling listing to the Glory by Kanye. Thinking damn Everything Im not made me everything I am. And like I said I cant help how I feel. Everybody telling me you really dumb for giving a fuxk! But it's coool. Im not going to act like it doesn't effect me....and like im the fuxking Tin lady or something! Don't get me wrong, and still doing my thang....im not tripping that hard! So right about now my mind is preoccupied. Thinking about some nu nu shyt! Thinking about nu possibilities that my mind can reach. Nu things that's really good for me. Don't want to rush into another fuxked up scenario! So im just patiently waiting.....for my next move. Deen is alive and well is what im saying to all the mah fuxkers that thought I was a lost cause....thinking that this bitxh is going to be unfilicitated forever! But Earth to the Ignorant Niggas, im not. Soooo yep DeenSha Hen. is doing just fine! &lt;br /&gt;Later Daze &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-6368301122481619357?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6368301122481619357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6368301122481619357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/emancipation-of-deen.html' title='Emancipation of Deen'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p6RegcO1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uIBvo-1KyTg/s72-c/Deeen+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3158427499855769802</id><published>2008-01-20T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:21:34.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving on isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be strong for me and MeMe. Being strong and knowing that I really cant control people. It's really difficult hearing the truth. But I think I'm ready to hear it before it gets to far. Ready to be 100% filicitated. Whether I enjoyed it or not, it wasn't healthy for me right now. I couldn't handle it, at least not emotionally. My feeling were already torn from 3 months so I know If it continued any longer I wouldn't be able to recovered for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I have good friends that support me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's one friend that is upset at me for my weird emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Rhayne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Daze&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Sweetest Girl &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3158427499855769802?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3158427499855769802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3158427499855769802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving-on-isnt-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-6823681703417404085</id><published>2008-01-18T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:55:32.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p23egcO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fy6YyR-tABM/s1600-h/CAUTION049.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p23egcO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fy6YyR-tABM/s400/CAUTION049.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159567018560338754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of you being the center on my thoughts, when im nerver in yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-6823681703417404085?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6823681703417404085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6823681703417404085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired-of-you-being-center-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5p23egcO0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fy6YyR-tABM/s72-c/CAUTION049.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-9078853076269544773</id><published>2008-01-18T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:15:49.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jloisous performing live at Tootsies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5CmURa9sxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EEwXYpfNo3I/s1600-h/76677825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5CmURa9sxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EEwXYpfNo3I/s400/76677825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156804440543310610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-9078853076269544773?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/9078853076269544773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/9078853076269544773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/jloisous-performing-live-at-tootsies.html' title='Jloisous performing live at Tootsies....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R5CmURa9sxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EEwXYpfNo3I/s72-c/76677825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-1250024871022729641</id><published>2008-01-17T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:15:48.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with the Enemy.....</title><content type='html'>Could it be any crazier?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't give a fuxk about me, doesn't care if I'm living or not.&lt;br /&gt;Sat right next to me, didn't even shyt on me.&lt;br /&gt;So preoccupied with his technology.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, his tech always meant more.&lt;br /&gt;Shyt everything always meant more.&lt;br /&gt;But denial is a bitxh!&lt;br /&gt;Hiding these emotions from everybody including myself.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, played the fool, again.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people are upset at me, they just cant understand what he's doing that I cant get somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like this has gone way to far.&lt;br /&gt;He the kemo, and cancer in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So yep, I admit it....&lt;br /&gt;You made you happy, but you stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Txt, call?&lt;br /&gt;Hell Naw....that was pulling teeth!&lt;br /&gt;Too much pride to show affection.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;Deserve so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Games is all you know, and you played them very well I could say.&lt;br /&gt;It's really only entertainment to you. &lt;br /&gt;Just another bitxh, another hoe to you.&lt;br /&gt;Another ass hole to believe all of you bull shyt.&lt;br /&gt;Soo Sweet but so venerable to you.&lt;br /&gt;You detected it, and took advantage.&lt;br /&gt;So i slept with the Enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Night after night.&lt;br /&gt;Day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt many of my friends with my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;They know you don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Your never affected.&lt;br /&gt;Could it get worse?&lt;br /&gt;I think not!&lt;br /&gt;So I want to apologize to all the people that I hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to lose the little bit of people that actually give a fuxk about somebody other than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;And so much more....&lt;br /&gt;So why I'm I tripping on you?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let you get the best of me?&lt;br /&gt;But ima give you the ignorant shyt you need.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that what I get for sleeping with the enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-1250024871022729641?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1250024871022729641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1250024871022729641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleeping-with-enemy.html' title='Sleeping with the Enemy.....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5417916427806673744</id><published>2008-01-16T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:07:19.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45DIha9swI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xdyKSg8tgQ8/s1600-h/24169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45DIha9swI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xdyKSg8tgQ8/s400/24169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156132437075276546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45C_xa9svI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OZ77327g-iw/s1600-h/24168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45C_xa9svI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OZ77327g-iw/s400/24168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156132286751421170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45CNRa9suI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6G7EVYZ9i-U/s1600-h/AMERICAN_IDOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45CNRa9suI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6G7EVYZ9i-U/s400/AMERICAN_IDOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156131419168027362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol is back on!!&lt;br /&gt;Pure comedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5417916427806673744?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5417916427806673744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5417916427806673744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol-is-back-on-pure-comedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R45DIha9swI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xdyKSg8tgQ8/s72-c/24169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-8672716709505606454</id><published>2008-01-16T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:07:22.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;hearts;Vocabulary&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Filicity: Quality or state of being happy&lt;br /&gt;Filicitated: Free of all bull shyt&lt;br /&gt;Lumi: Luminous; bright and spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: DeenSha Hen.&lt;br /&gt;Profession Manequin: Creative Team (future)&lt;br /&gt;Uthentic Ethnicity/ShaDeen Rachel: Future Household names&lt;br /&gt;Black Label: never forgotten (future)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-8672716709505606454?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8672716709505606454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8672716709505606454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/filicity-quality-or-state-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7595156801331152001</id><published>2008-01-16T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:46:11.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Missing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Riding the train looking out the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Looking at all of Gods blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Im thinking....Why am I getting all sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;God gives me the opportunity to breath everyday, and all I could think about is if he is thinking about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anywho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Everyday I wake up I get the feeling like God is walking with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Like my angel is walking me holding my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Whispering in my hear that everything is going to be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Giving me favor everywhere I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So why be sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why not trust God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And realize that I'm a beautiful being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why trip about the little things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why not thank God for all the big things that he does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7595156801331152001?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7595156801331152001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7595156801331152001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-672470440268924176</id><published>2008-01-15T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:50:57.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overstander.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Keeping it real!&lt;br /&gt;Reading my horoscope this morning really helped me to be at peace with my decision.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about our situation and I just feel like I let myself go.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I don't like feeling like this. If I could stop feeling like this I would.&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt you could just run away with all of your feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Away to a place where you could be free with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to do that when you see the person all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I realize I need to eliminate all of those feelings out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERMANENTLY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to do that, but its only best.&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you were the only person that understood you?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like every time you opened up your mouth, you were being judged, or you would be the only person who actually felt what you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like whenever you say something people might either look at you like your crazy, say that your ignorant, or just say that your just so damn gullible.&lt;br /&gt;So to eliminate all of that you just stop saying how you really feel....&lt;br /&gt;It works out temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;Until the person realizes that you aren't telling them everything.....&lt;br /&gt;Ever want to tell somebody everything?&lt;br /&gt;Just to let it all go! Get it out of your system, and be completely expressive!&lt;br /&gt;Tried it....they thought you were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried writing down how you felt? That worked out temporarily....until they didn't like what you wrote down.&lt;br /&gt;So what should the Sweetest Girl do?&lt;br /&gt;Say fuxk it and let him have his way, and move on. Say who cares and not be ashamed of your feelings for him, or continue business as usual....&lt;br /&gt;Moving on......&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I been living with myself for 19 years now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm a little quirky, freaky, motherly, some might even say ditsy.&lt;br /&gt;But that's me!&lt;br /&gt;And ill be damn if i can help it!&lt;br /&gt;Every felt like nobody could ever love or except you the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you know that you have nothing but love for him.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but kindness in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt hurt a fly.&lt;br /&gt;But seems like everybody wants to hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest girl is misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Karma is real.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is real.&lt;br /&gt;And I know God is workig in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;I get me!&lt;br /&gt;And I know its difficult for somebody to understand who you are and appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;But im going to give myself a little advice.....&lt;br /&gt;OVERSTANDING is a great gift....knowing who you are and sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;SRH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithful, Favored. Sensitive Young Black Woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OVERSTANDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:::Sweetest Girl:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-672470440268924176?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/672470440268924176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/672470440268924176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/overstander.html' title='Overstander.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2539550603886850491</id><published>2008-01-15T07:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:30:58.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I keep moving foward.&lt;br /&gt;Opening New doors and doing new things.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am curious and curiosity keep leading me down new paths.&lt;br /&gt;-Walt Disney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2539550603886850491?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2539550603886850491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2539550603886850491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-inspiration.html' title='A little Inspiration'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-6303018364166322112</id><published>2008-01-15T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:28:11.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>Soo I know I havent came thru in a while....but im here now.&lt;br /&gt;I have alot to talk about. The Sweetest Girl been doing alot of thinking and sometimes that hurts me more than it helps. But I cant help how I feel. I just need to understand exsactly whats going on. Its not as simple as it looks. God has a plan for me, and he is working all out for me. So im going to have to practice what I preach and have faith. I cant force it, and I KNOW he isnt going to force it. Soo time will have to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-6303018364166322112?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6303018364166322112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/6303018364166322112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/um.html' title='Um....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5616475414491829007</id><published>2008-01-03T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:31:04.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R32L4xa9sqI/AAAAAAAAADs/TB2UGDNVIWo/s1600-h/l_09d7dea6a52fa879ee1e7033cf7fc341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151427356237083298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R32L4xa9sqI/AAAAAAAAADs/TB2UGDNVIWo/s400/l_09d7dea6a52fa879ee1e7033cf7fc341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ups to Estelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Talented Indi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estellemusic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LaterDaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;hearts; Sweetest Girl &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5616475414491829007?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5616475414491829007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5616475414491829007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-ups-to-estelle-one-talented-indi.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R32L4xa9sqI/AAAAAAAAADs/TB2UGDNVIWo/s72-c/l_09d7dea6a52fa879ee1e7033cf7fc341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5970648503546242478</id><published>2007-12-31T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:37:18.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting Brand Nu....In the Nu year</title><content type='html'>So I dont like unless it's brand nu shyyyyttt! So today is December 31 and im chillin with the fam. Im thinking.....damn this year is over. 2008 is about to come thru and I can say that im excited. Its just something about new shyt....Brings me backs to that song by Mario called Nike's fresh out the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;::I see her I want her Got to have her like (Nikes fresh out the box) I'm fining Day dreamingGot to have her like (Nikes fresh out the box)I wont scuff her up. I'll lace her up right.Treat her real good like a pair of fresh white hi top or low tops.I got to have the white Nikes fresh out the box::&lt;/p&gt;It feels good when you just got your hair done or when your going out looking flyy as you want to be. It just feels like nothing can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in the day (lol im only 18....and a 1/2) getting a brand nu pair of Reeboxs. I thought i was hottt shyt! If somebody steped on my Re's it would be on and popping! Anywho......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to treat my nu year like I used to treat my Re's. Wear it out and use it for everything it has and take advantage of all my opportonites. I plan to have fun, but not to much to mess up my nu year. My Re's were flyy so I plan to make 08 as flyy. I plan to work hard, and make 08 something to remember. A year that I can look back on and be proud. Kind of how im proud of the way I treated my Re's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting Brand Nu, aint nothing nu fah me.....So you should follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ball drops where im going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away from yall mah fuxkahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Happy Nu Year &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;::Sweetest Girl::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5970648503546242478?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5970648503546242478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5970648503546242478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/acting-brand-nuin-nu-year.html' title='Acting Brand Nu....In the Nu year'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5560959054546537604</id><published>2007-12-28T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:49:43.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex sells?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3VEtxa9snI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iCy4I0efdCc/s1600-h/googlegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149097302119264882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3VEtxa9snI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iCy4I0efdCc/s400/googlegirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting advertising, but im not so sure if its for Google or Hooters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5560959054546537604?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5560959054546537604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5560959054546537604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-sells.html' title='Sex sells?'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3VEtxa9snI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iCy4I0efdCc/s72-c/googlegirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-265213790035638236</id><published>2007-12-28T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:33:01.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Ace coon boon, Home Skillet, Ridah Die Bitxh:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3U3VRa9shI/AAAAAAAAACc/_xD-4vghmQE/s1600-h/l_cf9c7b0894b45f7c671f594b85f8077c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149082587561308690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3U3VRa9shI/AAAAAAAAACc/_xD-4vghmQE/s400/l_cf9c7b0894b45f7c671f594b85f8077c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Big ups to my fav. couple Nicky and Phresh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3UyDBa9sgI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Du1QVx8pxg/s1600-h/m_8cf5f3f61d06a0ec9401367d42e3ac89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076776470557186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3UyDBa9sgI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Du1QVx8pxg/s400/m_8cf5f3f61d06a0ec9401367d42e3ac89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yall do need Jesus.....But all the best in EERRRthang yall do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smooches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;::Sweetest Girl::&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This my homie....my best bitxh, my sister, my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this gal, been down since 6th grade....been through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell with this gal....old boyfriends, or magnet drama class with Ms. Cidel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(West Side story, Hamlet, Sister Act, even making ugly ass playbills lol) life changing events, evening me moving to atl....but we still here...BITXHES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Down for 7 1/2 years....and counting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-265213790035638236?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/265213790035638236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/265213790035638236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-up-to-my-fav-couple-nikki-and.html' title=':::Ace coon boon, Home Skillet, Ridah Die Bitxh:::'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3U3VRa9shI/AAAAAAAAACc/_xD-4vghmQE/s72-c/l_cf9c7b0894b45f7c671f594b85f8077c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2024309413165247260</id><published>2007-12-25T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:56:11.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is my "Hood" (partially...tell yallz about St.thomas soon)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CC Zoo aka Carol City bka Mi-Yayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148100156742021586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3G50Ra9sdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h6_0ZntnZb8/s320/fr516.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3G16Ba9scI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8PV7zYBvaBA/s1600-h/tpc3447.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148095857479758274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3G16Ba9scI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8PV7zYBvaBA/s320/tpc3447.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ancestries: West Indian (9.8%), United States (4.8%), Subsaharan African (1.0%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Races in Carol City:&lt;br /&gt;Black (52.1%)&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic (42.0%)&lt;br /&gt;White Non-Hispanic (6.4%)&lt;br /&gt;Other race (5.5%)&lt;br /&gt;Two or more races (3.5%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevation: 8 feet&lt;br /&gt;Land area: 7.62 square miles.&lt;br /&gt;Population density: 7796 people per square mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For population 25 years and over in Carol City&lt;br /&gt;High school or higher: 61.0%&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor's degree or higher: 9.7%&lt;br /&gt;Graduate or professional degree: 3.7%&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed: 11.1%&lt;br /&gt;Mean travel time to work: 31.7 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For population 15 years and over in Carol City&lt;br /&gt;Never married: 33.2%&lt;br /&gt;Now married: 47.3%&lt;br /&gt;Separated: 3.7%&lt;br /&gt;Widowed: 4.9%&lt;br /&gt;Divorced: 10.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males: 28,570&lt;br /&gt;(48.1%)&lt;br /&gt;Females: 30,873&lt;br /&gt;(51.9%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Median resident age:&lt;br /&gt;32.0 years&lt;br /&gt;Florida median age:&lt;br /&gt;38.7 years &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2024309413165247260?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2024309413165247260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2024309413165247260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-this-is-my-hood-partially.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3G50Ra9sdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h6_0ZntnZb8/s72-c/fr516.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-1932507450149815454</id><published>2007-12-25T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:55:52.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The happiest song by a emo.....</title><content type='html'>Barely Breathing&lt;br /&gt;By Duncan Sheik&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re doing, I see it all to clear I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears You really had me going, wishing on a star But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn Well it must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide You really can’t be serious if you have to ask me why&lt;br /&gt;I say good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am barely breathing And I can’t find the air I don’t know who I’m kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps asking, what’s it all about? I used to be so certain and I can’t figure out What is this attraction? I only feel the pain There’s nothing left to reason and only you to blame Will it ever change?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am barely breathing And I can’t find the air I don’t know who I’m kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay But I’m thinking it over anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to find I may never know Your changing mind Is it friend or foe?&lt;br /&gt;I rise above Or sink below With every time You come and go Please don’t come and go&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am barely breathing And I can’t find the air I don’t know who I’m kidding Imagining you care And I could stand here waiting A fool for another day But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay But I’m thinking it over anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-1932507450149815454?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1932507450149815454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/1932507450149815454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/happiest-song-by-emo.html' title='The happiest song by a emo.....'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-5934984622183930918</id><published>2007-12-25T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:06:55.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest girl is only human.....cant be perfect all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3HARRa9sfI/AAAAAAAAACM/_RbtsUhiEmo/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148107252027994610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3HARRa9sfI/AAAAAAAAACM/_RbtsUhiEmo/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148105370832318946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3G-jxa9seI/AAAAAAAAACE/G3jkNcEVyII/s320/l_718b063140f2eda66b04eb8977e94d95.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im still cute tho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love u Nicole, Rhayne,My cuzo Ash, Leon, Chas, Ken., Des, Dre, MeMe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my Alphabet Bitxhes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.....get on that Wezzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-5934984622183930918?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5934984622183930918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/5934984622183930918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweetest-girl-is-only-humancant-be.html' title='Sweetest girl is only human.....cant be perfect all the time'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R3HARRa9sfI/AAAAAAAAACM/_RbtsUhiEmo/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-318001048873436440</id><published>2007-12-25T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:09:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending</title><content type='html'>So I hate when a nigga say that he hate lier's and he's a lier! Just because he would give back change if the clerk at Walgreens gave him too much. OOOO please! Give me a break! Really! I guess I'm make myself open to liers.....I try to give him a chance......and I think well maybe he might be for real. But forget that! I just have to come to a understanding that they just cant help it. And besides.....I don't think I can handle the truth. I think I would flip if that nigga tells me the reason why he left my room so early is because he had to go to the movies with his ex. I have to admit, The sweetest girl does have an attitude.....and I wouldn't take that news so well. But why should I? My brothers always told me that I'm a queen, and I should be treated like one. I know that I should give a nigga space.....but damn when I give him space its like he is using that space to cater to another bitxh! Me and my nigga Des always joke around and we say "Let that Nigga breathe", but that shyt ain't working. Im to a point where I'm thinking we aren't ever going to be together, and if we are he isnt going to be faithful. True I dont want a boyfriend, but it hurts is that he treats another female the way he treats me. I hate being in denial, its just easier for me to face that facts and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we all know the truth......sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Daze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-318001048873436440?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/318001048873436440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/318001048873436440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-ending.html' title='Never Ending'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4725942266231657090</id><published>2007-12-23T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:20:54.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NewYork, NewYork.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28XKha9sYI/AAAAAAAAABY/8pcxyw1ovns/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147358368645362050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28XKha9sYI/AAAAAAAAABY/8pcxyw1ovns/s320/new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28WlBa9sXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/czSoht_7C3Y/s1600-h/newyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147357724400267634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28WlBa9sXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/czSoht_7C3Y/s320/newyork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when is somebody going to tell New York that there paying here to be a whore? She probably doesnt care.....I think i know why New York chose Tailor Made, and not Buddah. See New York is really a broke bitxh just trying to get by, she's basically trying to make a living in acting. Which is exsactly what Buddah is trying to do. Why would she want a broke ass nigga that just like her and her momma? Tailor made on the other hand.....is a rich German idiot. She can get whatever she wants from him. So New York figures that if she doesnt make it in Hollywood she can atleast still have her rich German man. Get it? So do I love have love for New York? Helllll naw.....not the Skizer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Daze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4725942266231657090?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4725942266231657090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4725942266231657090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/newyork-newyork.html' title='NewYork, NewYork.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28XKha9sYI/AAAAAAAAABY/8pcxyw1ovns/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-3878334823409517179</id><published>2007-12-23T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:08:07.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Tzha9sWI/AAAAAAAAABI/jMph2n76MZE/s1600-h/alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147354674973487458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Tzha9sWI/AAAAAAAAABI/jMph2n76MZE/s320/alicia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Billboard Hot 100&lt;br /&gt;#1 This Week&lt;br /&gt;Is it me......or are you tired of hearing "No one"&lt;br /&gt;I dont think anyONE still runs to the radio or tv when this song comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Daze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-3878334823409517179?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3878334823409517179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/3878334823409517179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Tzha9sWI/AAAAAAAAABI/jMph2n76MZE/s72-c/alicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-2504355426614936533</id><published>2007-12-23T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:41:25.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuxk Love, aye.</title><content type='html'>I hear madd people say fuxk love. As much as I have been hurt I don’t think that I will ever give up on love. Everybody who says fuxk love is just scared. Scared of rejection, and the truth. I see a lot of people get hurt, but I see just as much people in love. I’ve been in love for a long time, and I cried just as much as I laughed. It’s a good feeling to love, but of course it feels even better when somebody loves you back. The way that I see it is, what do you have to loose? I just don’t understand why people are so afraid to settle down. Its not as if when you settle down your actually going to be “settling”. I think that I might have figured out love, or just a little part of it. I believe that love has something to do with maturity, we just have to get to a point we just say that we had enough. It’s a form of surrendering or basically giving up your heart. When we say “Bae your heart is mines” well its true. It’s unfortunate sometimes because sometimes because when you give some nigga’s your heart you might actually be putting your life on the line. Yes, I know it’s a sad way to look at it. I’ve been thru hell and high waters all in the name of “love”. “Awww” all the bitxhes say, but “its cool” is what I say. I keep forgetting that I have things to do, and love isn’t supposed to be on the list. Anywho…. When somebody say, “you ever been in love” I say been there, done that. Some of the sad bitxhes say “yea fuxk love”, I say “Nope, I FUXK the one that I love, but never fuxk love” What would life be without it? We would be a bunch of lonely, deranged people. Love makes the world go around. Well at least for the people that knows how to love. My babe asked me would I rather be loved or feared. I responded that I want to be loved. But why would I want to be feared? I don’t get anything out of having people afraid of me. He say he wants to be loved and be feared, but to me that impossible. Then he asks what you get out of being loved, regardless if people love you or not they are still going to hurt you. I didn’t know how to respond, but I thought about it, I would be happy. I would get piece of mind to know that I am doing right on my part. What wrong with a little filicitation? All I know is that I want to be loved and respected. So don’t fuxk love, fuxk that nigga who ruined it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larer Daze&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Mjxa9sVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ttBAXrlLXYo/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-2504355426614936533?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2504355426614936533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/2504355426614936533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/fuxk-love-aye_23.html' title='Fuxk Love, aye.'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-8688458804186810325</id><published>2007-12-23T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:19:33.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>o so random...but so What!</title><content type='html'>Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say that they hate broke boujee bitxhes……&lt;br /&gt;But why we don’t hate these broke boujee niggas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Daze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-8688458804186810325?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8688458804186810325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/8688458804186810325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-so-randombut-so-what.html' title='o so random...but so What!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-4250364798376682007</id><published>2007-12-23T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:15:19.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigga-ty-tice'/><title type='text'>ugh!</title><content type='html'>Nigga-Ty-Tice&lt;br /&gt;Niggas always talking about bitxhes aint shyt and that they treat them lyke shyt because that’s what they are. But what the real reason behind that? Is it because they aren’t anything themselves? Maybe there’re scared a bitxh might fall in love with em and they only have themselves to offer….. thanslation: shyt! Some niggas know what they be doing….. “Mannnnn fuxk that nigga!” as my nigga Des would say after I finish telling her how much I love that nigga E. Even after such lovely advice I still have Nigga-Ty-Tice. Ugh! When will the madness end…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Daze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-4250364798376682007?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4250364798376682007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/4250364798376682007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh.html' title='ugh!'/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-7105575085777155031</id><published>2007-12-23T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:08:04.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i see baby boy on BET one more time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-7105575085777155031?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7105575085777155031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/7105575085777155031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-see-baby-boy-on-bet-one-more-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214480417837000714.post-9105122396179690072</id><published>2007-12-23T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:04:25.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama v clinton'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Fdxa9sUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QE1QKnp76ZM/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147338908148543810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Fdxa9sUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QE1QKnp76ZM/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say were not supposed to say our political views but fuxk that! What they gon do to me, shoot me? Anywho….I lyke Obama, but is the nation really ready for a nigga to be the president of the United States? My babes said that he wouldn’t mind seeing Obama in office but he just doesn’t want to see the man get fuxked up. Sometimes I forget that the KKK still exists. :Sigh: I just wish that one of these days we will be able to say that we has a nigga in charge of the United States. I guess it doesn’t hurt to dream, right. I also wouldn’t mind having a woman being president. But honestly I don’t think it’ll be any different having Hilary in office. The only difference is that she bleeds for 5 days, and probably gets her hair done. I think im going to go with Obama. Even though I consider Hilary a sistah, I want to see to a nigga working in the biggest position in the U.S. Even if its for a day or two. It doesn’t hurt to try right? Well it might is this case......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Daze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2214480417837000714-9105122396179690072?l=sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/9105122396179690072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2214480417837000714/posts/default/9105122396179690072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetfilicitation.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-say-were-not-supposed-to-say-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Sweetest Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17729577885465778129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/SURZl4VCtMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xbaJpHWWlU/S220/%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SB-P8soGQI/R28Fdxa9sUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QE1QKnp76ZM/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
